#honestly if they kiss today I won’t know what to do with myself
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Outside The Office Part Thirty Two
I woke up the next morning still tied firmly to the bed frame. My wrists were sore, and every part of me ached.
“Val?” I whimpered. “Val?” I pulled on the restraints and I kicked my leg towards the figure laying next to me. “Val, untie me right now!!”
“Good morning, love.” He sat up and leaned over, pressing his lips to my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Valentino, let me out of these things,” I demanded.
“In a moment, my love,” his finger ran up my stomach. “How do you feel?”
“Angry that I’ve told you twice now I want out. Will it take the safe word to release me?”
His lips twitched in a smile and he carefully untied the restraints, massaging my wrists as he did.
“I’m sorry love, I needed to be sure you weren’t going to jump me like a bunny in heat,” he said lightly.
“What was that? Did you drug me?” I asked as sat down next to me.
“Inadvertently,” he said softly. “I meant it when I said I’ve never had sex in my full demon form. The most I’ve done is kiss, let the drugs slip into someone. But apparently, if I bite and allow my saliva to sink into your bloodstream, it turns you into a raging, feral creature who wants nothing more than to carry my babies. So I’m going to assume that that’s the secret to my procreation.”
He paused. “I don’t know if it affects your fertility. It could. But I’m not currently eager to find out. I’m sorry, I’m amore. I didn’t know.”
“Val, I believe you. At least we know. Thanks for not…taking advantage.” I let myself sink against him.
He kissed the tip of my head. “Never. I love you.” He paused. “Do you…want kids, someday?”
I hesitated. “I need to be engaged, married, and have a life with the person I love before kids. I don’t want to make the mistakes my dad made. You?”
He leaned in and kissed me. “Someday, Princessa. They’re not off the table, but I’m not ready for them yet. I need the same level of commitment from the love of my life.” He took my hand in his. “Why don’t we get some breakfast and then if you’d like, we can hit the gym.”
“Don’t you have to work?” I asked.
He grinned. “Later today, mi amore. This morning is just about you. And not just because I want to keep an eye on you after last night.”
I yawned and kicked my feet out from under the blanket. “Then I’m going to get dressed and we can go to the gym, then eat. I like to workout before I eat.” I looked at him and waited to see if he objected.
“Alright, Princess. If that’s what you want.” He replied as I rifled through my chest of clothes I kept in his room. When I came out of the bathroom, he was waiting for me- dressed in shorts, sneakers and a form fitting black shirt.
“Wait, why are you dressed like you’re going to work out? I thought you were just going to do paperwork.” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. “Princesa. Do you think I keep this body shape by sitting in a chair all day? I work out. Maybe not as regimented as you are, but I fit it in my day to day. So do Vox and Vel- it’s just rare we make it at the same time.”
I shrugged as we walked towards the elevator and stepped out into Velvette’s studio. “I just thought your hotness was a perk of being a demon.”
He laughed. “No, Princessa. I wish. Do you have your plan from Vox for reference?”
“He sent it to my phone, so I’m all set.” I replied as I jumped on the treadmill. I opened the email and scanned through day one. Cardio, distance goal, ideal time, and I was supposed to fill in my actual time. Followed by weights- each day broken down into specific targeted areas. And a note.
Sweetheart,
Don’t fuck around, or you won’t like the consequence. I promise. My eyes are on you.
-Vox
Reading the warning, I wondered if Vox was tracking the data from the treadmill as well- honestly besides the cameras, I wouldn’t put it past him. Nor was I particularly eager to find out the consequences he referenced.
To my surprise, Valentino got onto the treadmill next to me. He seemed un-bothered and completely focused on himself as he put his ear buds in. I put my own in and settled into the rhythm of the run. Eventually, Valentino left his place on the treadmill and switched to the weight rack directly across from me.
I stumbled as I watched him set the weights. Gone was the uncomfortable feeling of being watched- now I was the one doing the watching. Damp with sweat, his black shirt clung to every curve of his body and my gaze concentrated on the movement of his muscles. Wrapped up in my observation, I stopped paying attention to the miles under my feet.
The machine slowed suddenly and I looked down at the numbers. Ah, fuck. I was over. My phone buzzed and saw a text from Vox.
Stop staring at Valentino’s abs and pay attention.
I jerked my attention towards the wall, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out where his camera was hidden. I resigned myself to joining him on the weight floor- at least then, Vox couldn’t bitch too badly.
“Ah, princessa. Done with your run?” Valentino asked as he sat on the weight bench. He took a drink from his water bottle. “Do you want me to spot you?”
I felt myself flush at the sight of him. God, could he be any sexier?
“Princessa?” He prompted, amusement in his voice. “Hello?”
I snapped myself back to attention. “Hm? What? Sorry, Val I…”
“See something you like?” he teased as he stood up. “Come, princessa. Vox shared with me your plan- allow me to…walk through each step with you.”
Oh, fuck yes.
His hands fell to my waist as I went through the motions. Vox had written out today as a core day, which gave Valentino plenty of reasons to put his hands on me.
“Core tight, princessa,” he purred in my ear. “Come on now, you can do it. Just a few more reps and you’re done. I promise there will be a nice reward for you in the end.”
I bit my lip as I struggled to maintain my focus . Did he not understand how hard he made it to concentrate? I couldn’t break myself into the military mindset with his hands on my body.
“The…reward is the pain,” I replied through gritted teeth as I pushed for what should be the final rep. “Every muscle should, should ache.”
The weights were on the floor in a matter of seconds. Valentino pushed me down against the floor.
“Try again, princessa,” he growled as the weight of his body held mine in place, his hands wrapped around my wrists.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I panted. God, this man could do anything he wanted to me in this position.
“Princessa. We don’t punish ourselves with exercise, or push ourselves to the breaking point,” he scolded. His lips hovered above mine.
“Alright, alright, God, Val, it isn’t a big deal,” I squirmed under him. “Unless you’re going to fuck me right here and now, get off.”
His expression twisted into a smile. “Well princessa, I did promise to reward you, did I not?”
“A literal moment ago, now are you going to make good on that promise or what?” I demanded as his fingers hooked the elastic of my shorts. “Come on, let's take this upstairs.”
“Oh, princessa, haven’t you learned yet? I always keep my promises.”
I felt a shiver run down my back as my shorts were cast to the side. His hands held my arms above my head as his cock pushed deep inside of me.
“V-Valentino,” I hissed. “Valentino, someone will see us.”
“Not if you’re quiet. So shut that pretty mouth of yours or I’ll give it something to quiet it,” he growled lowly. “Shussh princessa, not a sound if you don’t want to get caught.”
I bit my lip to hold back the moans that threatened to escape as his hips pumped faster against me. I felt his cock twitch inside of me and I let out a soft moan as I came around him.
“Oh princessa, I told you to be quiet,” Valentino scolded.
His cock slid out of me and he pulled me upright on my knees as he sat on the weight bench. His hands twisted in my hair as he yanked me forward, my lips pressing against his cock.
“Open, princessa,” he cooed. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
God fucking damn it, Valentino, I thought with an internal groan.
I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of him as I could. He kept his hand tight against the roots of my hair as I sucked, moving my head faster as his cock grew harder. I worked my lips around the base, and looked up at him as I sucked.
His eyes met mine and his cock exploded in my throat. I swallowed around his cock, his grip tighter in my hair as he slowly let me release.
“You’re getting better, princessa,” he breathed quietly as he tried to catch his breath. He tugged his sweatpants back on as I found my shorts. “How about breakfast, my love? I think you exceeded…expectations, don’t you?” He offered his hand to me and helped me to my feet.
I leaned into him and buried my face into his chest. He looked surprised but wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
“I love you, princessa,” he cooed softly.
“I love you too,” I mumbled, closing my eyes against him. “Just…just hold me for a moment, please?”
His arms tightened around me, and his hand ran down the side of my face, pressing my head against his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to the beating of his heart, trying to settle the nerves that started to resurface.
“Did I do a good job, Val?” I asked quietly. “Are you…are you pleased?”
“Princessa, why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.
I pressed my head tighter into him. “Cause I’m not hurting, I just…”
“Babygirl. Listen to me. You did exactly what you were told to do. You pushed your body no further than your plan allowed. This isn’t punishment- working your body and moving it should not be penance.” Valentino’s fingers found my chin and he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. “I am proud of you- proud that you didn’t force yourself to the point of sickness. And I’m even more pleased that you let me be by your side.” He leaned down and kissed me.
I let my lips sink against his. The feeling of love, of being protected washed over me. In his arms, in his presence, I was safe- even from myself. He pulled away after a few seconds and gave me another kiss.
“Com’on. I’ll make breakfast and then…I think we both need a shower, hm?” He reached down and his hand squeezed my ass. “I have another reward planned.”
Two rewards in one day? Fuck yes.
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Trust Me (M. Sturniolo)
chris version?, masterlist
contains: angst, verbal arguing, trust issues, accusations of cheating, make up sex, smut (soft!dom matt), a bit of fluff
a/n: yikes. i don't even know what to say. bone apple teeth.
“Are we really going to argue about this?”
I pause the motions of washing my face to glare at him through my phone. “Yes, Matt. We’re really going to argue about you hanging out with an ex-fling.”
He sighs and readjusts his hold on his phone. “We’re going in circles. I told you I’m not ‘hanging out’ with her. It’s a business collab.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” I mock childishly and Matt cocks his head. I know he’s confused at my sudden surge of pettiness and honestly so am I. I mean, we’ve barely argued at all in the last six months we’ve been together. But, something about this situation is stirring up old insecurities in me and I can’t help lashing out.
“If it’s really just work, why are you just now telling me about it?” I ask as I pick up the phone and walk back to my bedroom, plopping down on the bed.
“My bad, I didn’t know I was on a leash. I didn’t have to tell you about it at all. I called you out of respect when I found out she was coming.” He answers roughly. I’m about to respond when I hear his brothers calling his name.
“I’ll come over when we’re done and we can talk about it face-to-face, okay?” Matt says, softening his tone.
I don’t even reply. I just scoff and end the call, throwing my phone off the bed. I see the screen light up with a message from him but I don’t pick it up. Instead, I head into my living room to spend the day watching the only man who’s never let me down: Stiles Stilinski.
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I must have fallen asleep somewhere around season three because I wake up to Void Stiles and someone banging on my door. Walking over and staring through the peephole, I’m unsurprised to see Matt standing there looking pissed.
I open the door slightly, peeking my head through the hole. “Wrong house.” But he just rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed.
“So we hang up in each other’s faces now, right?” He says as he pushes the door open wider and steps inside my apartment.
Sighing, I close the door and lock it, turning to lean against it with my arms crossed. “Oh, you remembered I exist? Only,” I mime checking the time. “three hours later. How was she? Was it good?”
Matt tilts his head and stares at me for a second, his eyes hardening, before he chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “You have me so fucked up today. Accuse me of cheating one more time.”
“If you want to be single, do that. In love or not, you’re just a man. You’re not the only dick-”
Matt cuts in, his face deadly serious again. “Y/N, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? Stop playing with me.”
His expression tells me I’m going too far, but the anger burning inside of my chest won’t let me back down.
I walk closer to him, stepping into his space “I’ve been there, done that with all the bullshit, Matt.”
“And I’m not them.” He snaps, ducking his face inches from mine. “I’m not stupid and I haven’t done anything to make you not trust me.”
Despite my best efforts, my eyes start to water and I look away. He’s right. I can’t punish him for someone else’s mistakes. I walk away and let myself fall backward onto my couch. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my arm flung across my eyes.
Matt comes over, pulling off the back pillows so he can crawl on top of me. He moves my arm from my face and adjusts me so I’m looking at him. “I’m not going to cheat on you.”
“I know,” I admit, blinking back my tears at how stupid I feel.
Matt wipes the corners of my eyes and turns my face with his fingertips so he can kiss my jawline. “You’re the only one I want.”
“Even though I have trust issues?” I ask breathlessly as he moves his lips down my neck, the proof of his want hardening against my thigh.
He shrugs, sliding his hands under my shirt and gripping my sides. “I’ll fix them.”
I nudge him so he’ll look at me and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to me. Tangling my hands in his hair, I press tiny chaste kisses to his lips. He lets me have my way for a few minutes but gets frustrated and takes control, kissing me harder and sweeping his tongue into my mouth.
I grind my hips up against his, needing friction, and he groans. Removing an arm from his neck, I reach down and unbuckle his belt, reaching into his boxers. Matt moans my name against my neck and begins thrusting into my hand slowly. He sits up slightly, pushes my sleeping shorts to the side, and plunges in his middle finger.
I gasp when his cold ring brushes my clit and lean my head on his shoulder.
He adds another finger, using his other hand to hold my legs open when I try to squeeze them closed. He reaches down and stops my hand movements, clearly getting too close, before leaning back down to place kisses on my face.
Matt adds pressure to my clit, laughing when I push against his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, pretty girl.”
I moan out his name as an answer and he picks up the pace, curling his fingers to brush my g spot. He keeps up his pace even when I tell him I’m coming, his thumb rubbing circles as I ride out my orgasm. When I come down, he pulls out his fingers and wipes them carelessly on his jeans as he stands up.
“Get on your knees.” He tells me as he kicks off his pants and boxers. I slide off the couch, following his instructions, and face him, assuming he wants head. But when I reach for him, he shakes his head. “Bend over the coffee table.”
I raise my eyebrow slightly but do as he says, bracing my hands on the frame.
Matt kneels behind me and nudges my knees farther apart. He swipes my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck as he lines himself up, grunting quietly as he enters me.
He gives me a second to adjust when he bottoms out, beginning to thrust when I start to squirm. He pulls back as far as he can and slams back into me, pushing me into the table. I gasp, looking back, but he only smirks, leaning down to lightly nip at my shoulder. He continues his rough strokes, his hand digging into my hip.
Fighting for control, I meet his thrusts, pushing my hips back into him, until he braces a hand on my back and pushes me down.
I give up and I press my face into the cool glass, moaning loudly, as he hammers into me. Matt moves his other hand up to the back of my head, lacing his fingers through and tugging gently. “My girl.” He breathes out, the soft tone of his voice contrasting his rough thrusts.
“Please, Matt,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my body tightening up.
“Come all over me, baby.” He says, pulling me up and pressing my back into his chest while he thrusts up. My body melts against his, and I unravel around him. I shudder when he continues thrusting, his hand coming up to circle my oversensitive clit.
It’s too much but when I try to wiggle away, he pulls out and stands, yanking me up with him. He leads me back to the sofa and bends me over the arm of it before sliding inside of me again.
He grips both of my hips, using them as leverage as he pounds himself into me. I can’t believe how much he’s stretching me, the tip of his dick kissing my cervix as he thrusts.
He brings his hand up and covers my mouth, shushing me, which must mean I’m being too loud. But I can’t think of anything besides the way he feels inside of me.
I can tell when he gets close because his thrusts become sloppier and he starts moaning out my name. He pushes inside of me as deep as he can and comes, dropping his head onto my back.
We both try to catch our breath for a second before he pulls out of me slowly and points me toward the bathroom. “You can go first.”
When we both have cleaned up, he comes back over to where I’m sitting on the couch and squats down. His eyes are kind and sweet as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “Shower?”
He lets me get in first and I flinch at the cold ass water he’s set it to, turning up the heat. Matt hisses as he follows me in, leaning past me to turn it down. “Are you trying to boil us alive? That shit is proof that you’re a demon.”
I laugh at his dramatics as he grabs my soap and lathers up the loofah. He scrubs my arms gently before spinning me so he can get my back.
When he's done, he pulls me into his chest and I lean my head back, the feeling of his skin against mine like ecstasy.
“Do you know how much I love you?” He says, his voice grating across my ear before he places a kiss behind it.
I turn and smile at him, adoration flooding my body. “I think I’m starting to.”
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20 Channeled Messages From Your FS
Hello, it is Inner Viper! I love channeling these messages, some are oddly specific and they are very sweet. I am currently in the middle of planning a very long reading for you guys! I’m thankful for your support for my blog. I created this blog for fun and for people to smile more, I really hope that people can smile more. I am not going to lie, sometimes channeling can be overwhelming for me but this blog has helped me improve in my overall abilities. I even unlocked some new abilities so thanks, everyone!
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Remember to choose the image that is calling out to you. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t because this is a general pac reading. Some messages are not meant for you, while other messages aren’t meant for you. Also, this is meant to give you insight, not concrete evidence.
I hope you enjoy the reading for today!
TW: Mentions of body dysmorphia, abuse, and slightly suggestive content
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Pile 1
“Hey, come closer so I can kiss you. My day always starts well with you at my side”
“Stay with me forever, I promise to take care of you”
“Don’t deny me, you know you like what you see ;)” (They winking here lol)
“Don’t think you can run away, I finally have you all to myself. You won’t be prepared for what I have planned for”
“Fuck, I wish you were right here. It’s boring without you here right now”
“Oh, what a pleasant surprise! I also got something for you”
“You have stolen my heart, if eros were here then he has struck me to be in love with you even more than before”
“I love you for who you are, I want to be like you”
“Hello? Hello? HELLO? GIVE ME ATTENTION, I’M BORED! I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW”
“Stop, let’s go over here.. Hehe you didn’t expect that right!” (They kissed you but also I leave it up to the imagination since this is GENERAL pac lol)
“Let’s go to Japan, I want to see the cheery blossoms with you. To take a picture of you underneath the petals following. I’ll cherish that picture for the rest of my life”
“Wanna go out tonight? Good thing you said yes because I have already made reservations for us to spend some time alone”
“Hey, do you think you can kiss me? Kiss me now!”
“The warmth I feel near you, the way I am at peace with you, yet my heart still races with you at my side”
“You always make me feel horny, I love everything you do!”
“What’s wrong? Hey, don’t worry. I love you forever and always. You can always rely on me”
“I will patiently wait for you, my heart can’t bare to lose you”
“You are always helping others, why can’t you stop helping? You should chill and let others help, ugh you have such a big heart and that’s why I love you”
“When I see you sitting there passionately drawing, I wonder how it feels to see the world from your lens. The way you think and the words you say amaze me”
“Let me touch you, let me be the one to hold you, let me be the one to always be there for you, will you give me the honor?”
This person is very sweet and romantic. Love these messages I channeled for you pile 1. Honestly, my heart was feeling warm too, there will be so many precious moments with your FS every day.
Pile 2
“Each day is a beautiful day with you, the joy that you bring me is like no other. I can’t put my feelings into words”
“I want to give you strawberries with chocolates, are you being seduced by me now?”
“What is this strange feeling.. I feel like I am on drugs when I am near you. You drive me crazy in the best way possible”
“See! I told you that you would like fine wearing this! Baby, you are gorgeous!” (Maybe you are insecure about yourself? Body dysmorphia? )
“At the end of the rainbow, there is a pot filled with gold, they say that the gems are precious and that the leprechauns hide them away. You are my gold, I am like the leprechaun. I want to keep you with me forever and away from people that might try to steal you away from me!”
“I can create so many things, you inspired a different style in me. Artistic style, yeah this artistic expression of the love that I feel for you. Divine love baby” (Aw, I heard this one strongly)
“Our love doesn’t stop at death, it is eternal. My love knows no bounds with you!”
“I used to believe that I won’t be able to find the one, I often times pondered if you were even out there. I wondered if you thought about me while staring at the moon. I am glad to have found you”
“I finally found you in this sea of fishes. The ocean is far too vast yet I will still go looking for you”
“I love making you smile, you always make me smile. Can you promise to laugh with me?”
“You are the only one that I’ll let inside my heart, no one else is allowed except for you”
“The world was dull, ever since you came into my life. You have brought a fresh perspective that I needed to see. I couldn’t have seen it without you here”
“I want to overstimulate you”
“Follow my lead, I won’t leave you behind. I’ll always protect you until the end of my life”
“Roses are red, and your face is red”
“You are safe with me, you are my safe space”
“I feel like I can just be me when I am with you”
“Let's show our love to the world baby”
“My heart beats so fast around you, I worry that you may be able to hear it”
“I went through so much in my life, you are the only person I feel safe with. I struggle with vulnerability but you make me feel better”
This person went through a lot! I’m sorry for this pile’s FS because I feel they went through some abuse and they have a hard time expressing emotions. They are going to heal with you when you meet them! They are opening up to people slowly though!
Pile 3
“I wonder how many days till you notice how much I love you and care for you”
“I love watching you sleep, your resting face is beautiful”
“You are beautiful in every moment, I want to capture your essence”
“Dear god I love you so fucking much”
“I just want to dance with you, lets dance until the night”
“Let go of the fear of not being enough”
“I have given you all of me and now you’ll give yourself to me! Submit to me because I am Daddy”
“I love the way that you praise me, give me more compliments! You have no idea what it does to me”
“I am honored to be the one to cherish you, to be the one to hold you dearly, thank you for giving me the honor”
“We may have not been there for each other first half of our lives but that doesn’t mean we can’t create memories or form a close bond. We have the rest of our lives, let’s take each day to create something new”
“Oh god, I am a late bloomer. I haven’t had my first love until you, I mean I dated a couple of people but I never loved them. You are the first and last love of my life and I promise to commit to that”
“People often tell me how I got into a relationship with you, you are so fine! I don’t have much of an answer because you are just the one. I never believed in finding the one until I met you. Ok, maybe I am lying because I am a hopeless romantic”
“Ah, you like my sweet words don’t you love?”
“Let’s look at the stars tonight, I will be staring at you all night because you are my light. You are my star in this world”
“You are my best friend and you are my lover”
“The angels are around us because you are an angel! You were sent from the heavens down onto earth!”
“You are nothing like me! You are so different and I never met anyone like you before”
“I want to scream your name tonight, come on you will be screaming my name tonight as well”
“I look at you from afar and I can tell that it is you because no one is as beautiful and as bright as you are”
“I love your laughter, your hair, your eyes, everything about you is so fine”
This pile’s FS is very sweet and romantic! They view you as their best friend and they love everything about you. They think that you have so much to offer for this world, they are intoxicated by you. Also, I think for this pile you may be their first love and for some their first everything! It’s so cute <3
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Crimson
miguel o'hara x f!reader, fluff, smut, blood drinking, vampiric qualities, fingering
☆ crossposted to ao3
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Hey, everything okay?
Call me back when you can.
I’m getting really worried — I know you weren’t feeling well last night, can you just let me know if you’re alive?
I’m coming over.
You let out a sigh, scrolling through your messages to Miguel over the past twelve hours. He’s not a big texter, but it’s odd for him to go this long without responding to you. When you’d seen him last night you could tell something was up, but he’d just waved you off after you’d asked if he was feeling alright.
He hadn’t only looked exhausted, he seemed seriously on edge, his responses stiff and almost strained. The two of you hadn’t planned much for the day, seeing as he was currently on “vacation” with Jess and Peter B. holding down the fort at HQ. Something about mandatory quarterly time off to protect the spiders’ mental health. You’d thought it was a nice policy.
It wasn’t long after you’d arrived at his apartment above the HQ that you noticed how dazed Miguel was, movements sluggish as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table, responding to you only after you’d had to repeat yourself.
After the third instance of this, you got a bit concerned. “You tired, baby? I wouldn’t mind a nap before we start the movie.”
He pauses, sighing. “I think I’m getting sick,” he said, running a palm over his face.
“Oh no, really? You sure?” you asked with concern, shifting toward him on the couch with one hand raised to press against his forehead. Miguel hardly ever got sick. In fact, you thought it wasn’t even possible.
Miguel pulled away from you, just out of your reach. “Don’t get too close. I don’t want you to catch whatever it is,” he said. “Honestly, you should just go home. We can watch the movie another day.”
You frowned, then. “I don’t care about the movie, baby. Have you eaten at all today?” you asked.
Miguel’s guilty pause was answer enough.
“I can stay over,” you declared. “I’ll sleep on the couch, so you won’t get me sick. I don’t want you to have to do everything by yourself while you’re like this.
An odd look had crossed his face, then. Anxious, almost pained. “I’m not a child.”
Though he hadn’t snapped at you, the words had come out shockingly cold. “I can take care of myself. You don’t have to mother me.”
That took you by surprise, your eyes going wide. It was unlike Miguel to take that tone with you. “I-I’m not trying to-“ you stuttered, hurt bleeding into your tone. “I’m just worried,” you said, looking down at your hands in your lap.
His eyes softened as he took in the furrow of your brow. Another sigh. He sounded so tired.
“I’m sorry, I know,” he said, reaching his hand out to lace his fingers through yours. “I’m alright, querida. I really don’t want to get you sick. Just go home, okay? I’ll text you.”
You gave him a long look, then. He was paler than usual, dark rings under his eyes looking more pronounced as evidence to his exhaustion. You hated the thought of leaving him alone like that, but you didn’t want to push him.
“Okay, just-,” you sighed. “Just stay hydrated, and keep me updated on how you’re feeling. Call me if you need anything.”
He nodded, trailing after you to walk you to the door. “Text me when you get home. I love you,” he said, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to the top of your head.
Now, you were standing in front of Miguel’s door, a plastic bag full of supplies in your hand. Since you weren’t sure what he was sick with, you’d brought a few different medicines, a large water bottle, empanadas and some pozole. You decide that if he gets upset, you’ll just drop everything off and go back home. Though you might just force him to accept your care, depending on how ill he is.
You take another breath before pushing the door open.
“Miguel?” you call, looking around the entranceway. All the lights are off, save for the glow of the TV in the bedroom. You kick your shoes off, walking towards the light. A quick glance into the kitchen tells you that he has either been well enough to do his dishes (and not text you back), or that he just hasn’t eaten at all. Both possibilities worry you for different reasons.
When you reach the doorway to the bedroom, you finally spot your boyfriend swaddled underneath the comforter, seemingly out cold. The TV’s volume is low enough to have lulled him to sleep, and you can’t help the fondness you feel for him when you see the Ghibli movie he’s put on.
You pad towards the bed, carefully placing the bag on the nightstand and taking a seat beside him on the edge of the mattress. “Miguel?” you call gently, smoothing away the stray hairs matted against his sweaty hairline. The heat emanating from his skin makes your eyes go wide. “Shit, you’re burning up, baby.”
You lean forward, digging through the plastic bag for the cooling towelettes you’d picked up at the drugstore. Miguel shifts behind you as you search, the mattress sinking under his weight. By the time you turn your head he’s already sitting up, arms snaking around your waist to hug you from behind.
“Why’re you here?” he murmurs weakly. “Told you I could take care of myself.” There’s no malice in his tone. Just him, nosing into the side of your neck.
“You call this taking care of yourself?” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Lay back down, Miguel.” You’ve got the cooling towelettes in your hand now, ready to slap one on his forehead and then maybe slap him for making you worry so much.
“You smell so good,” he sighs dreamily, tugging you backwards so that you’re practically in his lap. His grip is surprisingly strong for how ill he seems to be. “Shouldn’t have come. You should go home.”
“Stop hugging me before you tell me to go home,” you respond. But he just pulls you with him as he leans back against the headboard, pressing little kisses along your neck and awakening butterflies in your stomach. It’s so warm and comfortable having him pressed against your back that you nearly forget why you came in the first place.
“Hey! Come on, Miguel. Stop being weird. I thought you didn’t want to get me sick?” you frown, smacking lightly at his arms. “I brought medicine and stuff. We have to get your fever down.”
“It’s not going to help. M’not sick like that,” he slurs, exhaustion tinging his voice.
“What do you mean, you’re not sick like that? You have a fever, baby,” you say, twisting at the waist to press the towelette to his forehead. “You gotta drink some water next.”
“Don’t need water.”
“Stop being difficult,” you sigh.
“I’m not trying to be,” he says, breath hot at your neck. “You smell so good.”
“You said that already,” you say, cheeks heating.
He may be sick, but it’s never taken much for Miguel to get you flustered. You’re feeling the effect he has on you especially hard now, with his towering form swelteringly hot and wrapped around you like this.
You sigh as his hands slide underneath the hem of your shirt, rough hands skirting along the skin of your waist.
“Can you just let me take care of you, please? At least take some of the medicine I bought you -”
“M’not sick like that,” he sighs, switching to open-mouthed kisses along the side of your throat that have your breath shallowing.
“You’re repeating yourself again,” you murmur, though you’re not really focused on what you’re saying as he hums against your neck.
“Miguel,” you start again, sliding a hand along the back of his neck and threading your fingers through the hair at his nape. “You keep saying weird stuff. What are you talking about?”
Miguel shudders behind you as your nails graze his skin, and his forehead drops to your shoulder. “You love me, right?” he asks, voice barely a whisper.
“You know I do.”
“Mmm, need you to say it.”
“I love you, Miguel.”
“You wanna take care of me?” He asks, lips pressing against your shoulder blade.
“Any way I can,” you whisper. You have the inkling feeling that he expects you to respond badly to whatever he’s about to tell you, but whatever it is, you know you’ll be with him for the long run.
“M’not sick with the flu,” he slurs, turning his head against your shoulder to meet your gaze. He’s still so handsome, even like this.
“Can’t get you sick. I’m- m’thirsty,” he breathes, warm breath huffing over your skin.
“For blood.”
“Blood?” you ask, brows furrowing. “Like, like you want to kill someone or-”
“It’s a spider thing. My specific genetic makeup gives me more… vampiric qualities,” he interrupts, though a light smile stretches across his pallid face at your assumption.
“M’sorry I- I should have told you from the start,” he adds. It looks exhausting for him to even get the words out, but to add even one more shred of context while he’s in this state, he’ll do it. “I usually have a stock of blood bags on-hand, but there was a situation in the med bay. They needed it more than me. It’s why I’ve been off for a few days. With no blood, my powers are on low output.”
You pause, absorbing the information. He has no reason to lie to you.
“O-okay,” you say.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” you repeat. “Do you know when they’ll have-”
You freeze when another violent shudder rips through him, and both of you are reminded of the reason why he’s told you all this in the first place.
“Miguel, you can drink from me, right?” You ask gently, cupping his face in your palms. He’s getting even warmer, you think, watching a drop of sweat slide down his temple. “C-can you just bite me? Does it work like that?”
He can only hum an affirmative, brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut at the awful lurching in his belly.
“Okay- okay baby, go ahead,” you say, peeling your shirt off and tossing it aside as you turn back around and bring a hand up to the back of his neck, guiding him into yours.
His mouth hovers over your neck, warm breath whispering over your skin. “You trust me?” he mumbles weakly.
“Yes,” you respond hastily, tilting your neck for him as he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your skin. “Yes, of course.”
That’s all he needs to hear. His mouth opens wide, and he bites.
You jerk as pain blooms along your pulse point, but Miguel’s arms hold you in place, four little incisions from his fangs drawing blood to the surface. Then he sucks, audibly swallowing down a mouthful of your blood, your fingers tightening in his hair at the sensation. It had hurt when he’d bitten you, but now… you’re not so sure.
“It- it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you whisper, loosening your grip on his hair and combing through it in apology. “This’ll make you feel better right? T-take as much as you need.”
Miguel moans against your throat at your go-ahead. For a few moments you’re stiff, avoiding any movement that could jostle his fangs in your neck. He uses his hands to soothe you, resuming their movement against your skin, palms running up and down your sides in a gentle caress.
In moments you’re feeling warm all over, loose and comfortable in Miguel’s arms. The feeling of his feverish hands on you is so nice, every sensation heightened though you’ve gotten so lax — like there’s nothing you can do but take what he gives you and feel.
You’re surprised at how quickly the pain completely subsides, your senses focusing in on the feeling of his hands on your skin and the pleasurable heat spreading outwards from the bite. That sensation you’d picked up when he’d first bitten you – it’s clearer now, making your mind hazy. His venom.
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Miguel lets his eyes flutter closed as he finally tastes your blood. He’s always loved the scent of you, but your taste is so much more concentrated, sends his mind to mush.
It had never been this difficult for him to curb his thirst for you in the past. For all the years he’s known you, he’d never needed to push you away like last night to keep from biting you. The throbbing in his gums had been so painful then, the scent of your skin so near. Even now, the conscious part of him feels guilty for biting you without a more extensive explanation. This isn’t how he’d wanted you to find out, but the euphoria of finally quenching his thirst far outweighs his hesitance to continue.
You’re feeling the effects of his venom now, he’s sure of it. He can feel it under his lips, your pulse slowing beneath your skin as you relax into him. He’s drinking slow, hyper aware of how much he’s taking. He wants to make this last so that he can show you that it isn’t something to be afraid of.
His eyelids lift, dark eyes looking down at his hands splayed across your skin. The sight that greets him is tempting; your skirt is rucked up around your thighs, the fabric just barely covering what lies underneath. The straps of your bra had fallen down your shoulders in your haste to pull him towards your neck, and he takes a deep breath through his nose as his gaze roves over the swell of your chest underneath the lacy edge.
He can’t see your face at this angle, but he knows your body. He knows how needy you’re getting, soft pants echoing in the quiet room as you rub your thighs together under his gaze. His venom has you the same as him, after all — achy and wanting.
A different kind of thirst plagues him now, one that has his cock throbbing where it’s pressed up against your ass. And with the taste of your blood coating his tongue – making his head spin, he thinks he might go mad from how badly he wants you.
His hands leave your waist, skirting up over your belly to reach your chest. Gently, he tugs the cups of your bra down, bringing both his hands to your tits and squeezing. The moan you let out when he tweaks your nipples is so wanton that he can’t help but echo you.
“Sensitive,” you breathe. “Feels good.”
I know, he thinks. And he’s hoping to make it feel even better.
He drops a hand down to your thighs, sliding his palm lazily along your skin as he eases them open. You’re so pliant, spreading your legs wide so that he can feel the softness of your inner thigh beneath your skirt. You really are so sensitive, breathing out a soft sound as his fingers skate upwards until he grazes the hem of your panties, teasing.
“More, Miguel,” you whine. “Please, want more.”
And who is he to deny you?
He takes one last gulp before pulling away from your neck, licking blood from his lips. He’s taken enough for now. What he really wants is to see how your body reacts to his venom – how much harder he can make you cum while you’re under its effects.
“You’re so wet, amor,” he marvels, finally sliding his fingers over your covered slit and feeling the wetness soaking through your underwear.
You whine as he brings his digits to your clit, rubbing little circles to the bud over the fabric while his free hand wraps gently around your throat. “How are you feeling?” he asks carefully.
“So good, Miguel,” you murmur hazily. “Feels amazing.”
“Does it?” he asks carefully, licking away at the blood oozing from the bite.
You nod against his chest, and a little mewl escapes you when he presses his fingers in just a bit harder. “M’so sensitive.”
“It’s my venom,” he says. “It’s supposed to make you let your guard down — stop you from struggling.”
“Not that you are,” he adds, huffing a soft laugh against your skin.
Your head lolls back against his shoulder as he continues playing with your clit. You’re so cute that he can hardly resist dipping his head, sweetly brushing his nose against yours before meeting your mouth. You’re so eager, sighing into the kiss and reaching your hand up to his cheek, pulling him closer despite the coppery tang of your blood coating his tongue.
He’s no better off, on a high after finally satisfying the thirst that had him run ragged for days. Any other time he would have touched you slowly, running his hands and his lips over your skin before reaching this point, but all he can think of is you. He can feel his cock spilling pre into his sweats, but the press of your ass against him is enough to relieve some of the tension. All he wants now is to make you cum hard, and to make you cum fast.
He can tell that you’re getting close, lashes brushing against his cheek and rhythmic little pants breaching your lips as you grind backwards into his lap. You’ve still got one hand on the back of his neck, and he can feel your nails giving him crescent-shaped bite marks of his own.
The taste of your blood is still fresh on his tongue, but he already wants another bite — wants to feel the way your pulse jumps under his lips and your blood rushes into his mouth when you cum. And once he’s had his fill, he’ll fuck you all boneless and lazy into the mattress, if you want it. You won’t have to lift a finger. He has to pay you back for taking care of him, after all.
You whine as his fingers leave your clit to wrap around the waistband of your underwear. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmurs, tugging the lace down and cooing praise into your ear as you lift your hips for him.
“Good girl, ángel. Being so good for me,” he says against your lips, dropping your underwear to the ground before bringing his hand back to your pussy to spread your folds open for him. His cock throbs at the sight of your little hole fluttering around nothing. He’ll make sure to fill it up for you soon enough.
You whine as the hand on your throat moves to your jaw, tilting your neck just a bit further for him so he can lap at the bite mark there.
“You taste so sweet, querida. Will you be okay if I keep going?” he asks, fingers rolling over your bare clit while he waits for you to answer. Some part of him is still hesitant, still wants to make sure you’re alright with him like this.
“Y-yeah, please, Miguel — it felt so good before.”
He hides his smile in the curve of your throat, nosing lovingly into your skin at your response. He’s always happy making you feel good, but this time it’s different. He’s not just giving — he’s taking, too. So he needs to make it all up to you.
“Yeah?” he asks. “Think you’ll cum if I bite you again?”
“I-I might,” you breathe. He can tell — you’re so tense, veins straining beneath his lips as his middle finger dips into your entrance. “I want it.”
“Good,” he murmurs, sliding his finger inside you to the knuckle as you let out another shuddering moan. “Just relax for me, mi amor. Relax for me and I’ll give you what you want — that’s it,” he coos, pumping slowly in and out. You’re so tight, walls pulsing around the digit even as you rest your weight against his chest, trying to follow his instructions.
“That’s it, good job, ángel.” he says, pulling all the way out just to push back in with two fingers, his own breath stuttering at the way your pussy sucks them in deeper at the stretch. “It won’t hurt this time if you’re relaxed, okay?”
You let out a little hum of affirmation, cheek sliding against his hair as his fangs graze over the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. He can spot your reflection in the mirror on the dresser at this angle, and the sight has him biting down, injecting you with another dose of his sweet venom.
He can’t tear his eyes away from the mirror, watching you writhe with pleasure; eyes screwed shut, pretty mouth agape, lips swollen and smeared with red, tits spilling out over the cups of your bra. His eyes drink it all in, and his stomach lurches when his gaze drops down to watch his fingers fuck you open just the way you like it.
You’d already been so close before he’d pulled away earlier. It’s not long before you’re trembling in his hold, walls getting tighter and tighter around his fingers as he pushes you closer to the edge. He wants you to cum — fucks his fingers into you a little harder, a little faster, prodding upwards just to moan against your skin when he feels a little burst of wetness hit his palm as he hits your favorite spot.
You’re slurring your words, practically drooling as you tell him how good it is, how close you are.
He gets to watch it all in the mirror — the sight of you spread open and dripping around his fingers is so obscene that it’s a wonder how he doesn’t cum in his pants. Most especially when your hips jerk, catching his tip in the slippery mess dripping down to your ass.
“Cumming, cumming-“ you cry, breath hitching as he finally brings you to your peak.
There’s blood slipping past the seal of his mouth and dripping down your shoulder as he fucks his fingers in faster, banging against your spot to fuck more squirt out of you, spraying across his wrist and up to his forearm. Your blood gets so hot when you cum, the flavor sweetening in his mouth as it spikes with endorphins and makes his mind hazy.
Miguel pulls his fangs out of your neck and his fingers out of your pussy, resting his hands on your hips. He holds you steady as he drops his head down to your shoulder blade, flattening his tongue against your skin to chase a crimson bead rolling down your back. You let out a tired moan as he presses a trail of kisses from your neck to your hair, arms wrapping back around your waist.
“You did so well, mi amor,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the space behind your ear. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
You hum sleepily as Miguel continues to shower you with affection, barely registering his movements as he reaches for the plastic bag you’d left on the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of water you’d originally bought for him.
He thinks he may have overdone it, making you cum so hard while so low on blood, but you deserve it. You deserve the world.
“Drink up, ángel,” he says, lifting the bottle up to your lips and coaxing you into taking a few sips. Once he’s satisfied with your intake, he sets the bottle on the counter, using the extra towelette in the bag to wipe your cum from his fingers before pulling an empanada out for you.
He’s still cradling you against his chest, legs all tangled up with his as you twist into him, nudging your cheek against the fabric of his shirt.
“How are you feeling?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
“I should be asking you that question,” he replies, dropping the wrapper into the plastic bag. “I’m fine, thanks to you. But you lost a lot of blood. You need to eat something, okay?”
He lifts the empanada to your mouth and watches you take a bite. The two of you are quiet as he feeds you, and once you’re finished, you lean forward to kiss the tips of his fingers. The action is so loving that it makes him shiver.
“You’re really okay with this? With me?” Miguel asks, skirting the back of his index finger over your cheekbone. The two of you are lying down now, your head on his chest as he runs a palm over your back. You’re still so sensitive, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
“Of course I am, Miguel,” you say, peering up at him through your lashes. “I love you.”
He lets out a shuddering breath as you cup his cheek, the softness in your tone making his heart throb. He turns his head, pressing a kiss into your palm.
“I love you, querida,” he murmurs into your skin. “Thank you.”
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Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.
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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..
Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured
Relationship— Romantic
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Vessel:
Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”
Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.
Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.
Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.
Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.
Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.
If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”
His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.
Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.
If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.
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II:
Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..
Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.
Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!
Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.
Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.
Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!
Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.
Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.
Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.
Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.
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III:
Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.
Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.
Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.
Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.
Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.
Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”
Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.
Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.
Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.
Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”
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IV:
Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.
Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.
Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.
Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.
Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.
Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.
Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.
He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.
Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!
He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.
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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^
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A. Matthews - Father’s Day
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Auston Matthews x Reader
Requested✨
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): mention’s of sex
Bear with me. This is a recovery fic lol. I have so much medicine in my system it’s amusing 😭
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“Ohh you’ll never guess what I did today!”
Auston and I could barely contain our smiles in the front seat of his car, glancing at each other while Hudson kicked his feet and giggled in the back. It was no special occasion, but for a single mother one special day in June was like a national holiday after finding a man. Especially a few weeks after he finally proposed. Auston and I had spent our day naked in bed, passionate and loving, laughing and joyous. We needed it, quite honestly. And it felt good to know Auston felt appreciated and happy on such a day. After all the hard work he put in, and the amount of time he spent with Hudson when the summer began, I didn’t take no for an answer when he said he didn’t want to celebrate Father’s Day.
“What did you do today, Hudsy?” Auston asked curiously.
“I can’t tell you! It ruins the surprise!” Hudson’s complaint made us both snicker.
With school out, and myself still working, Auston was usually on Hudson duty from day to day. When he brought up the idea of Hudson attending a summer day camp three days a week, we discussed it for a while before bringing it up to the kid. He seemed completely on board with a little encouragement, and we definitely couldn’t have made a better decision. His days were only four hours long, so we still had an abundance of time with him, and it also gave Auston a break when he needed it, and time for us to spend alone on my days off.
“So there’s a surprise?” I asked, glancing toward the road as Auston drove us back to my place. I had a hunch as to what kind of surprise it was, but I kept it to myself.
“Yes! I have the biggest surprise!”
“It wouldn’t happen to be in the bag, would it?” Auston asked, peeking in the rear view mirror at the brown paper bag Hudson held.
“Don’t look, dude!”
Auston was still patiently waiting for ‘dude’ to turn to ‘dad.’ He and Hudson had a few conversations discussing the fact that he would be Hudson’s dad, but Hudson had yet to actually call him anything but Auston.
“Well when can we see it?” Auston laughed.
“When I’m ready.”
And sure enough, Hudson took his sweet old time. Once we got home, he bounced off to his bedroom while I got started on dinner. Auston joined me to help, but he was more or less a distraction. After I had placed the lasagna in the oven, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his shoulders and smile.
“Happy Father’s Day.” I whispered between chaste kisses. Auston pressed my back gently against the countertop. I giggled.
“That still sounds weird.” Auston spoke quietly in return.
“Don’t tell Hudson it sounds weird when he decides to start calling you dad.” I advised playfully. Auston pressed another kiss to my lips.
“You know I won’t.” He smirked, his hands traveling to my hips. “You wouldn’t happen to know when that’s coming, would you?”
“That kid is unpredictable. Just be patient, Aus. He loves you. Baby steps.”
“Right.” Auston sighed quietly.
“Right, what?” I was swift to pick up on his mood change.
“Right, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Auston flashed me a feigned smile and pressed a kiss to my head.
“Auston.” I was quick to scold, watching as his eyes fell to the floor in consideration.
“I don’t know, it’s just-“ I pulled away to open the fridge. “I see all my friends with kids and.. they get called dad all the time and.. I don’t know.”
“Makes you a little jealous?”
“Sad, actually.”
I turned back to him, raising a brow.
“I do everything they do. Am I doing something wrong?”
“Auston.” I smiled, in both understanding and reassurance. Every parent questioned their methods, he was no exception. “You’re not doing anything wrong. Look at it from his perspective. Hudson never knew his first dad. He’s never had a guy to call dad. Or a father figure. And now he has a man in his life who takes care of him and his mom. His first proper example of a father. He’s still understanding that this is what a father is.” I reached out to cup his cheek. “You are his dad, I have no doubt about it. Just give it time.” I flashed him a quick smile.
“Baby steps.” Auston repeated my previous words.
“Baby steps.” I affirmed, leaning in once again to kiss him. Auston managed a smile against my lips. When I pulled back, I spotted a little figure in the doorway, startling me.
“Go ahead.” Hudson waved us on, carrying the little paper bag to the table and climbing up into his seat. Auston and I both smiled as we watched him, turning to keep our eyes on the boy as he got situated.
“Do we get to see this surprise now?” Auston asked, suspicious and excited.
“In a few minutes.”
“Damn.” Auston muttered, and I was swift to backhand his arm.
“You know better.” I scolded softly.
“Auston you shouldn’t curse.” Hudson piped up, and I had to stifle a laugh as Auston looked wide eyed at my child.
“Hudson,” I scolded. Despite the situation being amusing, I still had the motherly role to play. “You shouldn’t tell Auston what to do.”
“But you say it’s bad.” Hudson defended himself.
“For grownups it’s a little different.” I tried to reason, but sometimes a simple, ‘because I said so’ was easier to say.
“I guess so.” Hudson shrugged, lifting his eyes to peek at Auston. “Okay.” He breathed out a sigh, placing his hands dramatically on the table. “It’s surprise time.”
“Finally?” Auston smirked, quickly leaving the kitchen to join Hudson at the table.
“Is it for both of us?” I questioned.
“No… sorry mom. It’s just for Auston.”
I glanced at Auston to see the cheeky smirk on his lips, and I rolled my eyes.
“Today at day camp. The girl asked the kids if they celebrated Father’s Day. And a lot of them raised their hands.” Hudson peeked down at the table. “I didn’t.. and later she asked me why. And I told her ‘cause I didn’t have a dad before. And she said that’s okay. That sometimes it’s okay to celebrate your pap or great grandpap.. or nobody at all, and I told her that there was this one guy.”
I folded my arms across my chest and watched as Hudson drew shapes into the wooden table with his finger.
“I told her that he takes care of me when I’m sick. And that he tells me he loves me before he drops me off.. that he sings for me sometimes even if he sucks at singing.. and that he’s marrying my mom.” I considered grabbing my phone to film, but I wanted to live in this moment while it happened.
“Yeah?” Auston prompted him on. “He sounds pretty cool.” I immediately rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, he is pretty cool.” Hudson nodded in response, barely registering the joke Auston had made. “The girl said, that sounds an awful lot like a dad to me.. and then she helped me make this thingy.” Hudson finally opened the brown bag, rummaging through it until he snatched up the item inside.
“It’s not a lot.. but I wanted to celebrate Father’s Day with you.” Hudson’s cheeks turned red as he set his hands on the table and presented a little threaded bracelet. “It says dad.” He explained, and I could only assume there were beads on the one side I couldn’t see. I clasped a hand over my mouth, watching as Auston’s lips turned upward into a huge smile.
“Hudson.” Auston reached out to take the bracelet. “This is awesome, Buddy!” I could barely contain my smile at the sight of tears in Auston’s eyes. I would have loved to butt in, but it wasn’t my moment to share.
“I’m really, really happy you stayed.” Hudson watched Auston slip the bracelet on. “And I’m happy you’re marrying my momma.”
“Well ya know what, bud?” Auston leaned forward to ruffled Hudson’s hair. “I’m happy I’m gonna have the coolest and best kid in the whole universe.”
“I’ll be- technically your step kid though.. right?” My brow shot up in surprise.
“Nope.” Auston shook his head. “You’re just my kid. My son. No steps, no anything. You’re my son.”
“And you’re my dad?”
“Hell yeah, I’m your dad.”
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#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#auston matthews blurb#auston matthews x reader#auston matthews imagine#auston matthews#singlereaderfic
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your work is really incredible 🥰 if you're not too busy, how about bullfrog and rayman/ramon getting sick and reader taking care of them?
Thank you for the request !
This is such an adorable scenario , I love the idea of the reader taking care of the boys , very wholesome stuff :,) ❤️
Hope this turned out okay !
Details : use of gender neutral reader ;
established relationships ;
presence of slightly suggestive elements at the end , but other than that no warnings needed
Bullfrog 💚
Knowing just how much he cares about those around him , I imagine Bullfrog is going to try to ignore the fact that he is sick , doing his best to carry on like usual with his routine and his missions …
But he didn’t consider the fact that you know him better than anyone , so you were quickly able to figure out that he wasn’t feeling at his best .
< Okay Bullfrog , what’s wrong ? You’ve been looking really tired today … >
< Non non , nothing is wrong , my love … please don’t worry about me , I’m going to be just fine .
It’s … just a little headache . >
< Still , I really think you should get some rest . Come on sweetie . >
< y/n , wait I - >
He knows that there is nothing he can do to convince you not to take care of him , and honestly he can’t say he’s unhappy .
The first thing you do is making sure he has everything he could need :
a warm blanket ? Something warm to drink ? You’re on your way to immediately fetch what might help Bullfrog to feel better .
In the meantime , he just watches you from the bed you’ve made him lay down on , shacking his head in front of your eagerness to help him …
< Mon amour , there is no reason to do all this , it’s not
that bad … >
< I know you don’t want anyone to worry about you , but I’ll be honest , this doesn’t look like “a little headache” : you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately , so I want to be there for you the same way you’re always there for me .
You deserve to be cared about , love … more than you might think . >
Your sincere words just have a way of putting Bullfrog at ease , and if he wasn’t sick I assure you that he would drown you with kisses and affection right now .
If he knows there is something important you need to do , Bullfrog will definitely insist that you go deal with it before spending the rest of the day with him :
he really doesn’t want to get you in trouble by having you stay by his side for too long …
< But sweetie , what if you suddenly need me when I’m away ? Then I won’t be able to know ! >
< y/n , mon cher , I assure you that I can take care
of myself .
Besides , if you finish that up beforehand we’ll be able to spend time together more comfortably . >
< Yeah , but … hmm , I don’t know … >
< Trust me , I’m going to be just fine , you’ve already done so much for me …
Now would be a good time to get going , I’ll be waiting for you right here . >
< *sigh* … alright , but please be careful : you should probably lay down for a while longer , get some sleep if you can …
Oh - you should also remember to drink some tea or some water to stay hydrated , and - >
< Hehe … don’t you worry , I will take care of
myself .
Thank you for caring so much about me sweetheart … I’ll be looking forward to spend some more time with you again when you get back ~ >
After you’re done with everything you had scheduled for the day , the next hours are all going to be spent next to Bullfrog , just the two of you cuddling and enjoying each other’s warmth .
It’s not long before he is completely relaxed , something that happens only when he’s with you , and that’s when he’ll start whispering sweet nothings in your ear : you may not be able to fully understand all of them , but hearing him speak so softly to you is just so sweet … it’s enough to make you forget about all the terrible things going on outside for a little while , only leaving this precious moment of intimacy .
< Did I tell you how much I love you today … ? >
< You did , but … tell me anyway ~ >
< Heh , vous êtes merveilleux , y/n … je t'aime de tout mon coeur , you really do mean everything to me … >
< Easy , honey … just close your eyes , you really need to get some sleep . >
Rayman 🧡
As someone who overworks himself very , very often , it’s not unusual for Rayman to get sick … however , now that he has a loving partner by his side things have changed … for the better :
no matter what he says , you will get him to stop what he’s doing and take a break , and there is no way to argue about this .
< Please y/n … I gotta study the script for the next show , it’s important … the Board of Directors said - >
< Well , I think the Board of Directors would agree that letting you perform while you’re too exhausted to say a single word would be very counterproductive .
You can’t ignore your health like this , Ray … it’s not good for you , at all . >
< *sigh* … >
< You can get back to the script when you feel a bit better .
Can … you do that for me , love ? >
< Heh … now how could I say no to that ?
You really put me in a trap , sweetheart ~ >
Rayman would be very grateful if you stayed with him while he recovers , not only because he loves spending time with you but also because your presence helps him to suppress the urge to get up and continue working despite his sickness …
< Heyy , I see you over there … lay back down ! >
< Ah damn - I was really close this time … >
< Not on my watch : I’m your Rest Guardian , and you better believe I won’t let you escape from me , darling ~ >
< Pfft -
I just … I love you so much y/n ~ >
He loves it when you sit next to him , talking to him about how your day went and telling him all about your interests …
Your voice is like music to his ears , it brings him a feeling of peace and tranquility that he desperately needs given all the stress he has to deal with daily :
Rayman honestly thinks that he wouldn’t be able to feel better without you … and he doesn’t only refer to his current condition .
If you decide to lay in bed with him and shower him with sweet little kisses ?
This man will absolutely melt .
< Don’t worry , I’ll take care of you … I’ll always be here to take care of you … >
< y/n … god , I can’t believe you’re actually real .
You’re amazing … I don’t know what I’d do without you . >
Ramon 🖤
Okay , so now that the two of you are wanted by pretty much all of Eden’s allies for the murder of the Board of Directors , Ramon has grown to care less and less about his health , too worried about hiding and keeping you safe …
That’s something that you won’t allow tough , so whenever he gets sick you take care of him just like you did before : without giving him any chance to argue about it .
< Why are you making such a big deal out of this ?
I told you already , I’m fine . >
< You … aren’t , tough . >
< Yeah ? And how do you know that ? >
< Because I’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re sick … and also when you’re not telling the truth about it .
Please , Ram , let me be there for you … I don’t want you to neglect yourself like this … >
< … heh … put me in a trap again , I see . >
Ramon is grateful for your kindness and love , and even though he doesn’t always makes things easy he really wants you to be there with him …
He … doesn’t really have anyone else .
Ramon definitely takes way longer to become less tensed , constantly worried about someone sneaking up on you two out of nowhere , and since he really does need some rest to recover one thing you do that always helps him calm down is holding him in your arms and gently caress his hair :
it works surprisingly well , and after a few minutes he already looks more at ease .
He needs to feel you next to him to make sure you’re okay and nothing bad happened to you , so trust me when I say that after he gets a hold of you Ramon isn’t going to let you go that easily …
< Sweetie , come on , I just need to go and get some more water for you … >
< Mmh … 5 more minutes . >
< But you said that 5 minutes ago … >
< You’re right … 10 minutes then ~ >
< Come onnn ~ >
Ramon still loves it when you kiss him while he’s in bed with you , just like you did in the past when he was still hosting his show , and sometimes he might even surprise you with passionate displays of affection out of nowhere .
< Hey now , you … mm … said you were going to sleep soon … >
< Yeah yeah , I’ll sleep love , don’t worry …
I just wanted to repay you for everything you’ve done for me today … I think you deserve something nice , don’t you ? ~ >
< Heh , alright … just a few more minutes then … >
< Couldn’t ask for more … ~ >
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Aftercare: Roleplay (Steddie X You)
A/N: I am not ok 🫠 God this was fun to write lol Enjoy <3
Warnings: Dom Steddie and Sub reader, Stalker style role-play so rough language and smut, degradation, slapping, some knife play (they rip off her clothes, the don't cut her), dirty talk, choking, spanking, restraint, and of course wonderful aftercare with fluff near the end.
If this isn't your kind of thing dont continue to read! It is consensual and the reader does allow them permission to do this but the role-play is played out like it isn't. NOTE I would NEVER write a version of these boys who wouldn't stop if Y/N said the safe word.
Word Count:3304
“I will never understand why you guys like that crap.”, Steve whines as you three walk out of the theater.
“Oh, come on, Stevie. Scary movies just make you feel more alive you know?” You jump around them enthusiastically making them swoon.
Since you three had started your relationship, they noticed a big difference in you; mostly you were a lot happier. Your smile rarely left your face especially when they came home from work.
“This coming from the guy who put stalking her in his roleplay notes.”, Eddie chuckled.
“Seriously, I was surprised when I read how turned on it made you.”
“Why?”
“I mean, you? Being all scary stalker intimidating? Eddie, oh yeah. But you, baby? You don’t even like the genre.”
“I feel challenged…”, Steve playfully glares at you as you guys make it to his car.
“Maybe it is.”, you reply coyly.
“Are we really doing this?”, Eddie claps. “Yay!”
“But you can see him scaring and intimidating you?” The boy chuckles as he points towards his friend.
“What’s wrong, Daddy? Don’t think you can do it?” His whole posture changes as he stands to his full height. “I’ll make you both a deal. You have free reign to play out your little horror movie stalker fantasy anyway you see fit. No matter what you do or when you do it, I’ll play along.”
You were toying with him, trying to rile him up. You knew they could both be intimidating because you felt it when you dropped into your headspace. Hell, even when they weren’t being rough with you, the gentle aftercare had a power dynamic that made you feel small in a good way. If anyone even tried to hurt you, they would make them pay.
That being said, imagining them turning that intimidation on you in this way, had your pussy clenching. You were desperate to feel the full force of what they could wield so you continued to poke the bear.
“Honestly, though, I see myself laughing more than anything.”
Steve blinked down at you as his gorgeous smile began to fade, his jaw tightening in a way you had never seen before. His eyes locked with yours as he slowly stepped forward, knocking into you with his chest. You tried to plant your feet to keep him from moving you but he was too strong. You stumbled slightly till your back hit his car; both his arms gradually coming up to place his palms on either side of you blocking you from going anywhere. You swallowed nervously as his face leaned down to meet your own, biting your lip to hide the moan as his nose grazed your cheek.
“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we, honey?”, he murmured in a gruff tone. Suddenly, he kissed your forehead, releasing you from his blockade as he opened the door for you with that signature Harrington smile. “Get in, babe. Let’s go home.”
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Two weeks had passed and nothing had happened. You thought maybe they had forgotten about it or after planning it decided they no longer wanted to play that game. You were slightly disappointed but didn’t want to push them into anything that may make them uncomfortable so you three continued your relationship like normal.
Today had been a particularly rough day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home to relax with the boys. When you entered the apartment however, everything was silent. After looking at the stove clock, you gnawed your bottom lip in worry. It was after 9pm and even if Steve worked a late shift, they were both home by now.
As soon as you picked up the cordless to dial Family Video and the record store to check on them, the phone came to life in your hand.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Oh, shit. I think I dialed the wrong number.”
“Steve? What are you doing? Where are you guys?”
“Fuck. I already fucked this up. Eddie and I were going to do the stalker thing tonight. Jesus! Ed, I’m so sorry, man.”
You giggle when you hear Eddie grumble something at his friend. “It’s ok, Daddy. You guys can always try again.” The handle of the front door began to jiggle. “Did you forget your key?”
“What do you mean, babe?”
“You’re trying to come in, right?”
“No? Eddie and I in the car outside.” You freeze just as your hand reaches for the knob as it jiggles again. “Baby? Is someone trying to get in?!”
Loud pounding startles you as you shriek in surprise.
“D-D-Daddy? Sir?”
Steve snickers as the banging gets louder, your heart pounding with fear. You’ve completely dropped in and they know it to.
“IS someone trying to get in, little girl? I promise if you open the door now my friend and I will go easier on you.”
“I-I’m not afraid of you.”
“Hm but you will be. Now be a good girl and open the door.”
“No.”
“Your call.”
The phone abruptly disconnects as you drop it and run to your bedroom. The front door flies open as soon as you find a hiding space under your bed. Covering your mouth to stifle the fear in your throat, your eyes widen as you see two sets of boots wonder into the living room.
“Where the fuck is she?”, Eddie growls. “Come on, pretty girl! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”
“No, Ed. This is fun. Little girl wants to play hide and seek.”
You watch as they split up to search for you starting with their own rooms before stalking towards yours. You hold your palm over your mouth tighter as you listen to them talk.
“You really think she’s stupid enough to hide in here?”
“Of course, she is.” The bed dips down as Steve takes a seat. “God, I can’t wait to find her though. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“I love your ambition, Harrington. As long as I can cum down her throat, I’m happy.”
“Do you think we should let her cum to?”
“Oh of course. Sluts like her fucking grip your dick hard when they cum. It feels so fucking good.”, Eddie sighs in pleasure at the thought. “We won’t be able to do any of that until we find her though. Which actually reminds me…”
The boy abruptly drops on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he finds your frightened frame. “Hey, little one. I guess you’re right, Steve. She IS that stupid.”
You yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your ankles and pull you out from under the bed. Fingers yank back on your hair and lift you to your knees. “I don’t know why you even bother hiding, baby. You know one way or another we are going to take what’s ours. You just make it harder with all this foreplay.”
Eddie leans down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he smirks. “What’s the matter, little girl? I thought you said you were going to be laughing.”
He tugs you to your feet and you immediately push against him with your hands, trying to pull yourself free from his grasp. Your hand collides with his cheek and he responds by slapping you harder before throwing you onto the mattress.
“Oh! Baby girl likes to play rough! We can do rough, honey.”
Steve unbuckles his belt and while Eddie holds your arms above your head, the other boy ties it around your wrists. You freeze when you feel cold steel touch you face.
“Don’t. Move.”, the metalhead growls.
He grabs your shirt aggressively in his fist as he cuts it and your pants off your body with the knife before passing it to Steve. Gripping your throat again, he slides his fingers between your folds into your dripping core.
“I should have known you’d fucking enjoy this. No panties and you’re soaked…such a fucking whore.” Eddie releases your throat to lightly smack your face again. “Keep your legs open!”
Your eyes roll back as his fingers thrust into you at a fast pace as the sound of your slick fills the room. He abruptly pulls his digits out of your pussy, hitting you between your legs before rolling you on to your stomach.
He pumps into you again, pushing three fingers in making you groan at the stretch. Steve kneels by your face and roughly yanks your hair. “Look at yourself.”, he commands as he points to your full-length mirror in the corner of your room. “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.”
Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the coil about to snap but his hand aggressively pinches your cheeks as he shouts next to your face. “Open your fucking eyes and look! Watch yourself cum on his fucking fingers, you dirty slut! Allowing two strangers to take you so easily. You enjoy this don’t you? Tell me!”
“I-I like this…fuck… I’m…”
“That’s right, pretty girl. There you go.”, Eddie coos as he slaps your ass. Steve continues to grip your cheeks, holding your head towards the mirror as came.
Your head fell against the sheets, trying to catch your breath as Eddie climbed off the bed to remove his clothes. His friend rose to his feet, lifting your hips so your ass was in the air. The metalhead jumped back onto the mattress, spanking you again as he leaned down to spit into your cunt.
As he started to push himself inside you, you began to crawl away feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable feeling of just his tip alone.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your hips as he held you in place. “Stevie, you want to help me here?”
Steve grabbed your hair, sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs.
“Open.”, he commands, tugging on your hair when you don’t comply. “Open your fucking mouth!”
Eddie uses the distraction to sheath himself inside of you and as you gasp at the intrusion Steve shoves his cock in your mouth.
“Why do you fight it, honey? You know you’re loving this, right, Ed?” The man smacks your behind and you moan around the other boy’s length. “Fuck that feels so fucking good.”
“Jesus, Y/N.”, Eddie grunts. His chest falls against your back as his hand grips your throat. “You like being used by us, don’t you? You tell us no but your pussy doesn’t fucking lie. You’re making a mess all over my cock right now.”
Steve holds your head against him as you gag; Eddie grinding his hips harder against yours. The man steps back as the metalhead tugs you to your knees against him, gripping your throat tighter.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you love way my cock feels.”
“I-I-I… fuck…I love the way…your cock feels.”
“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my dick tearing you open.” Your eyes shut as you throw your head back against his shoulder, tremble against him as you cum. “Good-Good girl. Now—mmm—get that pretty mouth ready because I’m going to…to cum down your throat and your… going to fucking swallow it like a good slut.”
He pushes your lower half back down against the bed, pumping into you roughly. Abruptly, he pulls out of you, flipping you on to your back, and straddles your face with his knees placed on either side. After shoving his cock into your mouth, he thrusts his hips till you feel his seed hit your tongue. “Swallow!” You flash him your tongue showing him you had done what he asked.
As soon as he climbed off you, Steve tugged on your ankles bringing you closer to him. Your body twitches as he glides the head of his cock through your dripping folds, chuckling when you moan as he circles it around your clit.
“Do you want my dick, baby?”
“Y-yes, please.”
He leans over your fucked out frame and smacks your face before gripping it between his fingers. “I can’t fucking hear you, little girl. Louder.”
“Yes, Steve, please!”
A cocky smile spread along his lips as he breaches your entrance. True to his word, he thrust into you at an almost animalist pace, hitting every sensitive spot inside you and then some having you see stars.
His chest fell to yours as sloppily kissed your lips, continuing to roll his hips into yours.
“This pussy belongs to us. No one else can fucking have you.”
You whimpered when you felt the belt on your wrists tighten and the cold steel of the knife brush against your cheek.
“Because if anyone else even tries to take you away from us, we’ll make them regret it.”, Eddie grins as he hovers over your face before kissing your lips as well.
Steve pushes up on his hands as he pounds into you harder, feeling your pussy clench around him. Your back arches and the metalhead quickly covers your mouth with his palm as you cum harder than you ever had before.
A sarcastic smirk flickered across his face as his forehead fell against yours. “Beg me to cum inside you, honey.”
“Pl-please, cum inside of me.”
His fingers come to wrap around your throat again as his eyes penetrate yours angrily. “Make me believe it, little girl.”
“Please, Steve. I-I-I want you to fill me up. I need it, PLEASE!”
Steve’s eyes closed as he released you, his head falling to the side as his thrusts became sloppier and you felt him warm your insides.
Your eyes shut as you nestled your nose against into his hair. Hands gently held your arms as they removed the belt from around your wrist. Lips tenderly kissed their way up your limbs to your shoulder before Eddie’s much softer voice filled your ear.
“You did so well, sweetheart. Our beautiful girl. There’s no rush here. Take your time and whenever you’re ready we’re going to take a bath, ok?”
“Can I…have some water?”, you ask in hoarse voice.
“Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”
You wince as you feel Steve pull out of you, rolling to your side as he props himself on his elbow and delicately brushes some stray hairs out of your damp, sweaty face.
“Did I convince you that I could be ‘scary stalker intimidating’?”
You giggle as your eyes open to meet his. “Yeah, you did. You BOTH surprised me actually.”
“Alright, sweetheart. Sit up and drink this.”
They held on to you as you shakily raised yourself to a seated position. “Can, um, would you mind…”
Eddie smiles as he brings the bottle to your lips and slowly tips it back. As soon as you finish, he passes the rest to his friend who chugs it back before placing it on your bedside table.
“I’m ready for that bath now.”
“Good cause you smell.”, he teases as you laugh at him.
Steve grins as he runs ahead of you both to get it ready. Eddie lifts you into his arms and you keen into his neck as you both wait. The man lowers you in carefully before they join you and you happily sigh as they clean your aching body.
You notice someone is lingering at your wrists a while and turn to find the metalhead massaging the imprints the belt had left in your skin.
“Did you like it, Y/N? We were a little nervous when planning this because we didn’t want to trigger something for you by hitting you too hard or anything.”
“We figured though you would use the safe word if you were uncomfortable.”, Steve follows as he leans back against the porcelain.
“Yeah, no, I liked it a lot. I think what helped push me there was thinking Harrington actually fucked up.” You laugh as they chuckle along with you. “Um, I, thank you for…hearing me about…not being too violent. If you had tried to cut me, I probably would have used the safe word.”
“Honey, you don’t have to thank us for something like that.”
“And we would never hurt you like that. We aren’t really into that kind of thing either. We thought about using a fake knife but we thought it added to the scene if we could tear off your clothes which, by the way, I will buy you a new outfit tomorrow.”
“Oh, Eddie, baby. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t HAVE to. I want to.” You beam up at him as you kiss his cheek.
“Did you two like it? Stevie?”
“I did. I…like watching you…submit to me. To us.”
A shaky moan leaves your chest at his words. “Yeah? What else did you like?”
“I loved feeling your pussy drip all over me.”, Eddie whispers in your ear.
Your finger glide between your legs as you rub them against your clit.
“I still love the way those big, beautiful eyes look up at me when I fuck you.” Steve leans forward till his nose grazes yours.
“Oh and that little voice you like so much, man. Hearing you tell me you love the way my cock splits you open…”
“That’s right, Ed. The precious, tiny, submissive voice reminding us that she knows what’s ours.”
Steve replaces your fingers with his thumb as he plays with your nub while Eddie sucks on your neck.
“Who does your pussy belong to, baby?”
“Fuck…you two. M-my pussy and body are yours.” Your breath hit his lips as you pant out moans. “I love you both so much.”
He leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own as you came. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the other boy’s neck as you pulled his lips to your own.
Steve rose to his feet bringing you with him as Eddie followed. He ran the towel obnoxiously through your hair making you laugh as he smiled down at your gorgeous face. “I love you to, honey. Did you want to watch a movie tonight? Maybe something light.”
“That’s no fun.”, Eddie grinned as he pushed his old high school Hellfire shirt over your head and you held onto his shoulders as you stepped into your panties. “We also bought some quick made meals for tonight so you don’t have to wait too long for dinner.”
“Good because I’m starving.”
The boy kisses your forehead starting to head for the kitchen before he pauses and turns back to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”, he chuckles as he runs off to complete his task.
Steve picks you up and places you on the couch.
“How about Back to the Future?”, you ask and he smiles at your suggestion.
Eddie jumps over the back of the couch and hands you a bowl of microwavable food they know you like. Thanking him, you sling your legs over his lap as Steve comes to sit beside you so you can lean against him. Halfway through the movie, the metalhead lays down and hugs your legs to his chest as you play with his hair. Laughing when you hear soft snores, you turn to Steve so you both could tease him only to find he had fallen asleep to. His arm was draped over your chest as his head hung back over the sofa.
You felt like you wanted to cry as ran your hands delicately over them both. You had spent most of your dating life in and out of awful relationships. How had you been so blinded to the two men right in front of you?
Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and fell asleep in their embrace wishing you could pause this moment so the three of you could stay like this forever.
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in love with the mess - day eight
summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?
content : smut (oral m & f receiving), angst, drinking, little bit of fluff
length : 5.6k
tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy
a/n : It's @spikeisdaddy's birthday today! Hope you enjoy the chapter 😉
•••
day eight
We spent the night away from each other and even though we’d all just agreed to only focus on having some fun, it felt like the loneliest night yet. I found myself tossing and turning and reaching out for people who weren’t there. It seemed stupid, really. We’d only done the whole sleepover endeavour once, yet I missed it as if it was the norm. I was tired and restless when my alarm went off. At least today involved no travelling. As much as I enjoyed getting around, I needed a restful day.
If the universe decided to be gentle with me and allow me one.
I was in the middle of trying to decide whether I should call Lia or finally get back at my roommate and whatever bad news I assumed she had to tell me, when my phone displayed a new, private message from Noah.
Noah
How did you realise you enjoyed giving blowjobs
I was still in shock at the words I was reading when another text came in.
Noah
Okay maybe it was rude to assume you enjoyed giving blowjobs, dismiss that part
Aubrey
Noah, my love, I’m going to need a lot more context for this question
Noah
Absolutely not
Aubrey
Give me your room number, I’m coming over
Noah
Folio’s here
Aubrey
FINE come to mine then
No more excuses
Noah, luckily, obliged. I didn’t have to kick Oli’s arse into gear for another two hours, really, so there was more than enough time to deal with whatever Noah needed to discuss. Not that I didn’t have an idea what was on his mind. But I wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily. He’d have to say it out loud to get any help from me.
When I opened the door to Noah, he was blushing deeper than I’d ever seen him and I couldn’t help pulling him down for a quick kiss just for the sheer adorableness. Then I pushed him into the room, walking him backwards until he sat down on the edge of my bed and mustered him from above.
“So?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “What possessed you to get up this morning and type that exact message into our chat?”
“Nothing, it was just a question!” Noah exclaimed as if I would believe it.
“Sure. You just happen to wonder, out of nowhere, about giving blowjobs.”
“What if I am?”
“You’re not though.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
He tried to look stern, but the lingering red colour on his cheeks didn’t do him any favours. We were at a stalemate, staring at each other, trying to force the other to budge through the sheer pressure of silence. But he had no idea how stubborn I could be.
He broke sooner than anticipated.
“Fine, Folio made a stupid comment about when I was going to suck Oli’s dick and then it wouldn’t leave my head.”
“Because you’re interested in it?” I asked, carefully, stroking his head as I stepped a little closer. He immediately spread his thighs so I could move between them, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“I don’t know,” he answered, honestly. I could see the torment in his eyes, the question of whether he dared to go further, of what he wanted, of what Oli would let him do.
“Well, I guess you won’t know unless you try. But…” I sank down on my knees in front of him. “I could always show you how it’s done, if you're nervous about that.”
Noah’s laboured breathing was answer enough and when my hands reached for his belt, he leaned back instinctively, giving me more space to work with. I made quick work of undoing his belt, opening the button and fly of his trousers. He willingly lifted his hips so I could push the fabric down, immediately removing his boxers along with it.
Noah was hard. My mouth salivated just from looking at it.
“Thinking about doing this to Oli got you all excited, hm? He’s gorgeous, you know. I got to see it once, up close, just as hard as you are now.” My hand softly grabbed onto his dick, giving him a few teasing strokes. He sighed in relief. “He came all over my chest. But you? You get to come in my mouth. If you want to.”
I fluttered my eyes at him. Noah couldn’t nod fast enough, holding eye contact with me as I lowered my head and gave him a long lick, tasting all of him from his base to his tip.
“You want to start slow, you know?” I mused, before repeating my action. “Tease him a little. Get him all hot and bothered.” My hand was moving when my tongue wasn’t on him. “See what he’s into.”
I let my tongue twirl around his head a little and then, almost unexpectedly, engulfed it in my mouth. Noah groaned beautifully, a hand now holding the back of my head, I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. I tasted the precum already dripping, savouring the slightly bitter taste just because it was him before moving away again.
“Putting your mouth on him is when it gets really good. Don’t aim for too much if you’re not used to it.” I took him a bit farther into my mouth, just for a moment, then I withdrew. “Try to figure out what he's into. I think Oli can be pretty loud so that wouldn’t be a problem.” I grinned up at him, but he didn’t manage to look back at me for long.
As soon as my mouth was on him again, he threw his head back, eyes closed in pleasure. It was straining to look up at him from my position but I couldn’t help trying to see every now and then, trying desperately to commit the image to mind.
Noah was turning into a moaning, trembling mess, quickly. I was rhythmically moving my mouth over his dick now, taking him as far as I comfortably could, my hand covering the rest of his length. He was heavy on my tongue, slightly thick, perfect. His hand was fully grasping my hair now, bordering on painful, but I enjoyed it all the same. I knew he was going to come soon.
Going a little faster still, working my mouth and hand in tandem, it didn’t take much more for him to fall apart. His deep groan vibrated somewhere deep inside me as he came, keeping me in place as I swallowed it all, just as I had promised.
When I finally pulled off, Noah bonelessly fell backwards, breathing hard and I had to chuckle at how my efforts had worked out.
“So, what do you say?” I asked, even though I was unsure he was hearing me just yet. “Want to give it a try? I could shoot Oli a text right now.”
I didn’t expect him to agree.
“Text him,” he murmured. “But stay.”
I wasn’t one to refuse. My underwear was already uncomfortably wet. Now I was getting to see Noah give Oli his first ever blowjob? It was going to be the most delicious torture.
Still, I crawled up onto the bed quickly, taking Noah’s face between my hands and making him look at me. His eyes were glazed, but his mind seemed clear.
“Sure?”
He pulled me down for a kiss, not caring where I’d literally just had my mouth.
“So sure.”
Aubrey
Come over. Noah wants to blow you.
Noah had barely come back to life and managed to get properly dressed again when a knock sounded through the room. Of course, Oli would waste no time at all after getting that message. I opened the door to a very flustered and out-of-breath singer, even though the way from his room to mind hadn’t even been remotely long enough to get so worked up. Apparently the idea was more than appealing to him.
“Is this for real?” he asked the second he entered the room, moving past me just to check if Noah was really there. “Because if not I got a boner for nothing.”
I didn’t know what, exactly, I had been expecting. But it surely wasn’t Noah all but flying off the bed, pressing Oli against the wall and falling to his knees.
“Someone's eager,” Oli chuckled, lifting Noah's head with two fingers under his chin to force him to look at him. “Let's see what you got then.”
I found my place on the singular armchair in the room, right next to them, seating myself on the arm rest to assure I would have the best view of it all. Noah deftly pulled down Oli's sweatpants, revealing both the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear and that he was growing considerably harder with every passing second. For a moment, Noah hesitated, hands resting on Oli's tattooed thighs, before looking up at me. I gave him a quick nod. It was all the reassurance he needed.
If Noah had indeed not touched a single dick that wasn't his own, he did a mighty fine job of hiding it. I watched in awe as he teased Oli with his hands, then his tongue, quickly reducing the other to a man made of nothing but groans and desire. The heat between my legs was becoming almost unbearable at the sight in front of me, two absolutely gorgeous men completely lost in their lust, but touching myself wasn't an option. I couldn't risk missing a single moment of what was happening.
“Fuck, Noah,” Oli moaned. “Don't…” How voice wavered a little as Noah wrapped his lips around his cock. “Don't take me too deep, you gotta sing tonight.”
With a hand in Noah's hair, Oli tried desperately to control the other man's sloppy but eager actions. Noah's nails were clawing into Oli's thighs, desperate for something to hold onto. My hands balled into fists at my sides, my thighs clenched. I hadn't entertained the idea that watching a man I was attracted to give a blowjob to another, equally attractive man could be a major turn on, but my bodily reactions were impossible to ignore.
Abruptly, Noah took Oli deeper, much deeper, leaving him to fall apart in an instant. Under chants filled with more profanity than I had ever heard, Oli came in Noah's mouth, back arching away from the wall, eyes squeezed shut. As soon as the feeling started to subside, Oli let go of Noah's hair and sunk down into his knees in front of him.
“Fucking hell, I told you not to do that.” His voice was harsh as he scolded Noah, but his fingers were soft as he wiped Noah's mouth clean. “You better rest your voice for the rest of the day.” Oli's eyes flickered up to me. “But I think there's some more work for your mouth to do.”
Suddenly, both pairs of eyes were on me. Oli’s face showed a grin, while there was nothing but hunger to be found in Noah’s glance. If it hadn’t been so fucking hot, it almost would have been intimidating.
In a few short steps, Noah was stood in front of me, heavily grasping my wrists to study the way I was still forming fists with my hands.
“On the bed. Now.”
“Voice rest, Noah!” Oli called from where he still sat on the floor. I studied him for a moment, looking utterly fucked out, eyes still half-lidded, pants still shoved down, not even bothering to tuck his dick back in. It shouldn’t have looked so tempting, really. Then I remembered Noah’s stern voice and when I looked up at him, I knew I better do as told.
He let go of me as I stood up, letting me crawl onto the bed until I was laying on my back in the middle of it, knees propped up and slightly spread to let my skirt fall open just that little bit. It wasn’t even close to being enough for Noah. With a predatory groan he came to kneel in between my legs, roughly pushing the fabric upwards and my thighs further apart and -
“Fuck,” he mumbled, hands tightly holding onto my legs, but his eyes were fully fixated on my left thigh.
I knew he had seen a hint of the tattoo before, as had Oli, but none of them had had the chance to admire it from the position it was meant to be looked at. The snake curled around my upper thigh, its tail end right in front in the middle, going around it once and then ending on my inner thigh, the snake’s tongue out, just mere moments away from my panties, as if ready to pounce any minute. Noah traced it, all the way, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. I gasped when they reached the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, so close to where I wanted him. But before I could even think about begging, pleading, crying for more, his mouth descended on my flesh, leaving a bite on the head of the snake that bordered on pain. I moaned all the same, the pure satisfaction of the sensation overpowering any possible negative feelings.
“You’re fucking naughty, you know that?”
I wasn’t sure if I had ever heard Noah talk like that but combined with his low voice it left me trembling. His fingers were now at the edges of my underwear between my legs and then, without any warning, brushed my clothed centre.
“And so wet. Did you get off on blowing me or watching me suck Oli off? Probably both. Probably doesn’t take much to get you in this state.”
It didn’t. Not when it came to those two. Every look, every touch, every kiss constantly threatened to soak my panties. In fact, it routinely did. I was twitching under him now, unable to keep my reactions under control at the proximity of his face to my pussy. He finally took pity on me, roughly wrecking the panties from my legs, pulling them down and throwing them some place I couldn’t see, before grabbing and spreading my thighs again. I didn’t have it in me to feel self-conscious at the way he mustered me, committing my naked form to memory, I just needed his hands or his mouth or anything.
“Stop moving,” he grumbled before finally putting his mouth on me and I couldn't hold back a shout, the nerve endings firing through my whole body, and raising my hips up to meet him. “I said. Don't. Move.”
Suddenly, an arm was draped over me. Opening my eyes, unaware they had shut in pleasure, I saw Oli, kneeling on the bed next to me with a smirk and holding me down. “Better listen to the man. You want to be a good girl for Noah, don't you?”
I simply moaned in return, letting Oli hold me down as Noah’s tongue licked my wetness, teased my clit, somehow feeling like he was everywhere at once. I was already so impossible turned on that any playing he did with me was solely for his own pleasure - I was moments away from falling apart. Especially when he decided I was more than ready for two of his fingers inside of me, lean and long and hitting my spot so perfectly. I mewled and trashed against it all, only kept down by Oli’s strong grip.
“Such a whore for a little action, aren’t you? You’d be begging and pleading if your brain was working enough to let you speak.” Oli’ voice was so low, drenched in his accent as if it was coming out thicker than ever when he was turned on. His free hand travelled to my neck, testing my reaction if he squeezed its side a little and all I could do was arch further into it, taking it all, whatever either of them would be willing to give me.
Noah’s fingers were moving faster, the noises seemingly echoing through the room from how drenched I was and then, finally, finally, he started flicking my clit with his tongue in exactly the way I needed, hard and fast.
“You couldn’t be loud on the bus,” Oli said, “but you better be as loud as you can now.”
Staying quiet wasn’t even an option. Not when my orgasm washed over me, still rising and rising with Noah’s face between my legs, my hips buckling so violently even Oli couldn’t hold them down completely. I came with a scream, all tension releasing into the feelings of overpowering lust paired with utter trust as I was surrounded by the two men I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Comin down happened gradually, my mind a haze. I whined when Noah removed his fingers but couldn’t help but moan when I saw my wetness clinging to his face, cheeks flushed red but looking so content. Oli was softly petting my hair, all dominating features about him vanishing as checked up on my, making sure I was okay.
When Noah crawled up onto the bed with us, curling up next to me, effectively caging me in between them once again, I knew I was more than okay. I couldn’t even dream of being anything else.
•••
Noah ended up pretending he had woken up with a sore throat which caused everyone to accept his choice to be on vocal rest immediately as long as it meant he could do the set tonight. Oli and I had trouble keeping our giggles to ourselves every time someone around us mentioned it though. Only after giving Noah another stern talking to about being more careful when sucking someone off next time he was on tour. He hadn’t fought back, but the rolling of his eyes had said it all.
By early afternoon, Bring Me The Horizon had completed their soundcheck and left for food somewhere else, citing to be sick of catering at venues. I declined the invitation to come along and instead grabbed a plate of whatever the location had deemed “Mexican food” and retired to Oli’s dressing room. As nice as the peace and quiet was, I was aware I didn’t have all that much time to relax. And I desperately needed to call my roommate. I’d left her waiting for long enough.
“Would you mind moving out for next month?”
The question hit me like a ton of bricks. And not just because it was the first thing she said to me instead of greeting me like, you know, a normal person.
“I’m sorry?”
I tried recalling the current date but came up short. End of January though, surely. She couldn't seriously expect me to find somewhere new in a matter of days, right?
Right?
“My boyfriend got kicked out of his place so he’s moving in here.”
“I… I have nowhere to go,” I stammered.
“Okay.”
Well, she surely wasn’t going to be any help.
“What if I say no?” I asked. Maybe I would manage to find something for March. Mid-February if I got really lucky.
“Well, l already talked to our landlord and I’m the main renter on the contract so I was able to change your name to his.”
“So you already kicked me out, basically? What the fuck?” I didn’t even bother to keep my voice down. Asking me to move out was one thing, admitting that the decision had already been made without informing me at all was very much another.
“Yeah, sorry,” she replied without much remorse at all. “You can pick up your stuff before the first right?”
I hung up. I knew that if I attempted to say anything else, I’d turn mean and cruel and as much as I felt like she deserved it in that moment, that simply wasn’t who I wanted to be.
Sitting in the dressing room, silence engulfing me, it was like my body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to let me get into a rage or break out into tears. Either way, I was restless, panicky, unable to process what I’d just been told. I stood up so abruptly, the forgotten about plate on my lap clattered to the floor loudly. At least I’d already finished my meal - I doubt I could stomach any food right now.
I needed something to do, though. The band was still gone but the time suggested that Bad Omens would start soundchecking right about now, so I ventured into the main room of the arena. Anything not to be alone. Noah stood at the sound desk, chatting with Becky, the rest of the band already on stage and fine-tuning their instruments. I joined the two of them, ready to scold Noah for talking, but he turned to me and, in the quietest voice imaginable, told me he was only whispering. Promise.
“Don’t overdo yourself at soundcheck,” I warned him still. “Oli’s going to kill you if you can’t sing.”
He simply shook his head with a smile and brushed his hand against mine as he made his way to the stage.
“Anything I can do?” I asked Becky. “Oli’s gone, so…”
“Actually, yes!” she beamed. “One of our techs is running late after visiting family yesterday so if you’d like to be the hands to my brain and don’t mind me ordering you around a little bit, you’re more than welcome to help out.”
“Believe me, you can’t be worse than Oli,” I laughed. The heaviness of my phone call was still weighing me down, but Becky’s sunny being made me feel lighter immediately. It was far from the worst way to spend my time.
***
Noah made it through his set and with the help of a lot of shutting up and taking care of his throat, I was sure the absolute majority of people never even noticed his struggles. It was still decided he’d sit out on Antivist once more, so while Bad Omen’s packed up and left, I did my best to keep busy. I was basically begging people for jobs, double-checking if Becky really didn’t need anything more from me (I was torn between believing she could handle it and wondering if I’d maybe done so badly she simply didn’t trust me around her equipment anymore), even Oli was annoyed when he couldn’t find anything else for me to do. My frantic attempts not to let a single thought occur were intermittently interrupted by Noah texting me.
Noah
You’re a right worker’s bee tonight, aren’t you?
Aubrey
Cutest bee you’ll ever see
I cringed the very second I sent the message. Why would I even text something like that? My mind was clearly driving me insane. I was still trying to figure out if there was a way to delete my message and pretend he’d never seen it when his reply came in.
Noah
You’re the bee’s knees
I don’t actually know what that saying means
Do bees have knees?
Aubrey
You’d think I’d know all about the birds and the bees but unfortunately not in the literary way
I put my phone away as Bring Me The Horizon were about to take the stage, lending my hands to a few of the workers in the most menial ways to make sure the show would be perfect. It mostly involved me holding things or carrying them from one place to another. It sort of felt like they were humouring me, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
About half an hour later, they saw me off, thanking me for my work and telling me to enjoy the rest of my night off. It wasn’t really what I wanted, but there was nothing to do. So I set out to find a vacated seat somewhere high up in the arena where I wouldn’t bother anyone and pulled my phone back out. It seemed Noah had been providing me with a string of consciousness. I scrolled through his messages with a smile until I reached the end.
Noah
Wish you were here with me
What followed was a picture of his face, half of it under the water of the bathtub he had apparently gotten into, wet hair proving he’d already dunked his head all the way before, big, brown eyes staring back at me. The soft, relaxed expression on his face made me want to throw my phone away and run to him.
Aubrey
I’m surprised you’re fitting into the bathtub
Did you even get your feet in?
Noah
Very spacious bathtub
Another photo, now facing away from him, most of his body hidden under a thin layer of bubbles, showed that he did, indeed, fit quite well.
Noah
Definitely place for you here too
Aubrey
I feel like that heavily depends on what you aim to do with me in there
I knew what I expected. Flirts. Inappropriate comments that I would give back twice fold. Dirty thoughts, dirty words. Possibly a picture or two than promised more. But none of that appeared.
Noah
Make you sit between my legs so I can embrace you
A little massage for those hard working muscles
Definitely enough space to wash your hair
Hold you close until the water turns cold
Wrap you up in one of those fluffy towels
Fall asleep with you
It didn’t matter that I was sitting in a massive, 11,000-capacity arena. It didn’t matter that Shadow Moses was currently making the whole place shake. That I was surrounded by people focused on nothing but shouting out the lyrics so loud they would drown Oli out. All I knew was that I was staring at Noah’s words and I couldn’t breathe.
Was this the same man that suggested all of us only being in this for a bit of fun? Who didn’t want anyone to get too close to him? Who was so convinced of his own shortcomings that he wouldn’t even dare try? It didn't make sense.
I pulled up the last photo again, just for something to do, for something to look at, while I tried to make my mind up about what to do. About whether I should let myself fall and allow this… sweetness that didn’t have anything to do with hooking up in my life. Or if I should push back, call him out on it, stay strong, keep our resolution.
I found myself zooming in on the picture. A bottle of wine. Empty. Another one reflecting in the mirror, half full.
Aubrey
Are you drunk?
Noah
Would you mind?
There was an anger rising up in me, a bitter taste that suddenly has a clear origin. So it wasn’t real. The clarification that sounded through his text hit me in the face with force. It wasn’t him changing his mind, it wasn’t him opening up and actually wanting more. It was simply him being wine-drunk, needy and alone. I didn’t care how soft his words were. Not when I was sure he wouldn’t have typed them quite the same sober.
Noah
I miss you, angel
Already
Come over when the show is done
I stared at the words. My heart wanted to jump at the chance, tell him yes, yes I’ll come to you, take whatever he would give me, indulge in the brief idea of this being more, him being serious, him wanting me for real. But I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t. I’d fucked up before, back in Manchester, in a different way. I wouldn’t let us go down that path again. I couldn’t let him change his mind on a whim, again, and again, and allow myself to believe.
Aubrey
I’ll see you tomorrow
•••
The tears started pooling in the corners of my eyes before I’d even properly shut the door to my room behind me. Everything I’d been trying to push away caught up with me all at once. Noah being unpredictable in his actions and his words. My roommate all but kicking me out. No job lined up once this tour ended.
I dragged myself under the shower, trying to wash away the bad feeling, thinking I could hide my tears if only I stayed under the stream of water for long enough, but my hair had been washed and conditioned, my body shaved and scrubbed and taken care of and I still couldn’t stop crying. It felt pathetic and weak. I should be able to handle this better. I’d always been able to handle myself.
But it was all too much, this time around. I’d never had to deal with the loss of a place to stay, no job prospects and the reality that I was catching feelings for people who didn’t reciprocate them all at the same time.
That was a lie. I wasn’t catching feelings. I was deep, deep into them already. There was no way to deny it anymore, not even to myself. The way my belly fluttered when I saw Noah or Oli wasn’t pure sexual attraction. Wanting to hold their hands, fall asleep next to them, sharing everything I could with them wasn’t platonic. Needing to get my hands on them, have their hands on me, feel them all over and inside wasn’t a friendship.
A sob wrecked from my mouth as I desperately tried to go through the motions. Drying my hair. Putting on a shirt to sleep in. Brushing my teeth. Yet I couldn’t stop. Every time I thought I had a chance of calming down, another wave of despair came over me and held me under.
A knock on the door made me jump, then freeze in the middle of my motions. Surely no one would come around this late? Maybe someone had the wrong room. I’d simply ignore it.
Another knock. I put my hand over my mouth to keep the sobbing at bay, trying not to let the person know I was even there. Angrily, I wiped a tear away that had slipped between my fingers and tickled my lips.
“Aubrey.” Oli’s voice was unmistakable. “Aubrey, I know you’re there. I can hear you crying.”
Fuck. There was no way I’d be able to get rid of Oli, no matter how much I hated the idea of letting him in and letting him see me like this. But my feet carried me even before I’d actively made the decision and when I saw him standing in front of me, all soft and worried, remnants of make-up lingering on his face, I all but fell into his arms. I only realised that there was something in his hand when he struggled to hug me back.
“Alright, on the bed you go, I’ve got you a hot chocolate and there’s a few pieces of chocolates in the pocket of my hoodie unless you’ve just crushed them.”
And just like that, I broke out into tears once again.
Oli ushered me on the bed, making sure I was tucked in nicely as I sat against the headboard before sliding under the blanket himself, his warmth immediately transferring to me. He handed me the mug, which felt like pure love between my fingers, and then scattered a few individually wrapped chocolates in front of us. When I leaned into him, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as if it had always meant to.
“Talk to me, love,” Oli whispered into your hair and it was all it took for my worries to pour out of me. Well, most of them. The mess in my head about Noah and him stayed hidden, tucked away in the fathers corners of my brain.
Oli held me close, letting me talk and talk and drop tears on his hoodie until I’m all cried out.
“How long have you known?”
“About the roommate situation? This afternoon. The job thing… well, it’s been an ongoing problem.”
He squeezed my body against his and for a moment it felt like he squeezed at least some of the pain away. I didn’t tell him that, but I buried my face a little deeper into his neck.
“Have you talked to your parents? Moving back home and asking for help is probably the last thing you want to do, but, you know…”
The question is enough to let tears well up again. So much for being cried out.
“I…” I swallowed, trying to force the lump in my throat to disappear. “I don’t speak to them anymore.”
Oli pushed me away a little bit, just enough to see my face, but still holding onto me.
“What happened?”
Somehow, the fact that he sounded genuinely shocked made it worse.
“It turns out, dating a girl was enough for my father to assume the devil had gotten into me. And my mother just follows whatever he says. So now the only contact I have with them is my father sending my mails about how to return to the good side of life and renounce the evilness that is being queer and me deleting them unseen.”
“Fuck, Aubrey, why didn’t you tell me?”
Why didn’t I tell him? I wasn’t so sure anymore, now. I knew we had drifted apart a little over the past year, keeping in contact but never actually seeing each other. I should have trusted him more.
Oli’s hand was gentle on my face as he moved my head toward him and pressed a short kiss to my lips. “Fuck them. We’re in this together, yeah? We’ll figure it out. Promise.”
And somehow, I believed him.
#Noah Sebastian fic#Noah Sebastian#Oli Sykes fic#Oli Sykes#Noah Sebastian x reader#Oli Sykes x reader#in love with the mess
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Bad Girlfriend - Josh Kiszka
A/N: HERE IT IS! The long awaited brat!tamer Josh fic. Not gonna lie, once I started writing this… I realized that Josh is most definitely a soft dom, if anything. I struggled with this truthfully. I wrote, deleted and wrote again so many times. I hope you all love it, though! I love and adore all of you so much. Thank you for your endless support <3 Lots more to come!
WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! light arguing, lots of language, brattiness, brat tamer!Josh, light sir!kink, slapping, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial/edging/orgasm control, degrading, a little praise, bondage, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.
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Everyone knew that behind closed doors, Josh was pretty easygoing. He constantly went with the flow of things… always playing with the hand he was dealt.
In most ways, you were like that, too.
Key words, ‘most ways.’
You and Josh were insanely flexible in the bedroom. Both of you loved to be submissive and dominant, depending on one another’s mood. You had explored many different kinks and such, most of which, you both loved.
Lately, however, you had admittedly spoiled Josh into being more so the submissive one. You had absolutely no issues with at first - in fact, you fucking loved it.
Until you started to miss his dominant side…
It aggravated you to no end that Josh wasn’t picking up your sly, playful little hints that you wanted him to take charge more. Your little moments of brattiness didn’t even seem to phase him.
You were completely lost on what to do.
Obviously, the best thing to do would be to just outright tell him what you wanted.
Where would be the fun in that, though?
There were little ideas floating around in the deepest crevices of your mind. Ideas that you scolded yourself for even pondering on for too long. Insisting to yourself that it would be ‘going too far.’
But what was really “too far,” for Josh? You’d never really seen him get mad… so, you didn’t really know.
Not really knowing, only fueled your curiosity and mild desperation to find out. Something about pushing his buttons just enough, until he finally cracks and puts you back in your rightful place, made your stomach turn with butterflies.
Sweet, devious, little butterflies.
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“Baby?” Josh called from what you assumed was your bedroom.
You got up from the couch, making your way towards the sound of his voice. Just as you thought, he was tucked away in the closet, searching for something to wear to the studio.
“Yeah, babe? You called for me?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “You wanna come with me to the studio today? It shouldn’t be a long session.”
You mulled it over for a moment, considering that the ‘it shouldn’t be a long session’ statement, was probably not true. Your idea and his idea of long, were entirely different. But in light of wanting to spend the extra time with your man, you agreed.
“Okay,” You returned his little smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Should I drive myself…?”
He scoffed at your playful insult to his previous words. “I swear we won’t be there long, mama.” Josh promised, pulling his shirt over his head. “Just finishing one song. Remember that cover we decided to add? Of ‘The Great Gig In The Sky’?”
Retreating to your own dresser in search of a different shirt to throw on, You mumbled a soft “mhm,” remembering the song they had decided to add last minute.
Once you were ready, you both jumped in Josh’s truck and tore off for the studio - late, as usual for him.
“For fucks sake,” Josh muttered, glancing at the clock on the radio. “Jake is gonna fucking bitch at me.”
You gave him an apologetic look, unsure of what to say to actually sooth him. He was right, Jake was definitely going to bitch at him for being so late.
Throughout the remainder of the car ride, you tried not to let your anxiety get to you, thanks to Josh’s excessive speeding.
It was honestly a little bit hot; the way he gripped his steering wheel, the littlest bit of sweat forming over his nose. He was usually always running late, however today he seemed more antsy than ever to get to the studio.
Looking him over, trying to only subtly look over at him every so often… your mind started throwing filthy scenarios at you, rapid fire. Within a minute, you were getting hotter and needier than ever.
‘This is it. This is my chance to piss him off.’ There was that little voice again, sounding so like you, but nothing like you all at once.
It was a terrible idea to piss him off in his work place, but the situation couldn’t have played out any better. Josh was already frazzled. Jake was sure to add to it and who knew, maybe you’d be presented with a moment to throw your bratty two-sense in when it wasn’t asked for.
When you finally arrived, Josh practically slammed into the side of the building as he whipped the Jeep into an open parking spot.
“Jesus Christ, Josh!” You practically shouted, scolding him for his pretty reckless driving.
“Just come on, baby!” He was already out of the car and slamming the door.
You scrambled out, turning around as you closed the passenger door to see he was already sprinting through the front doors.
His name rolled off your tongue in a tired huff.
“Geez, Joshua…”
After having to sprint to catch up with him -barely, might you add- The two of you stumbled over each other through the door of the guys’ recording room.
“Josh, you’re 45 fucking minutes late.” Jake huffed, already showing a sour mood. His eyes followed his twin with a not so subtle glare.
“You’ve only been here 10 minutes, Jake. Shut up.” Sam piped up. Kiszka number three with a foul mood.
“Geez, can you let a man get through the fucking door before you-“
“Alright! Alright.” Danny’s firm voice cut in between all three of them, effectively shutting them up. “Let’s just get this song done and then we can all have the rest of the day to do… whatever.” As he finished, he looked up from his drum kit and flashed you his warm smile. “Also, hi Y/N.”
You offered a warm smile right back. “Hi, Danny.”
Josh scoffed, glancing between Jake and Sam in annoyance. “At least one of you bastards has enough sense to greet the woman in the room, before you start hurling bitchy comments around.”
Jake and Sam both gave you sheepish looks and gentle apologies. Of course, they already knew they’d be forgiven. You saw them all the time and didn’t care for the formalities that Josh was insisting upon. You just chalked that up to his snappy and anxious mood.
They didn’t waste anymore time jumping into the song and It couldn’t have been more than a minute in, before Jake was halting the whole song.
“Okay- stop, stop, stop!” Jake shouted. Everyone came to a grinding and agonizing, halt.
Sam was the first to look to Jake in annoyance from behind the keys. “Jake, what-“
“Something is off. It’s flat as fuck.” Jake cut his brother off, explaining why he stopped them. “Just… make sure your chords and notes are right while I check my tuning. Please.”
“My piano is always tuned, Jacob.” Sam commented smartly, splaying his hands out over a number of keys obnoxiously. “And I know my chords and shit are right, thank you very much.”
The cringe that took over Josh and Danny’s faces had you biting back a laugh. Jake paused his own movements, looking up at his little brother with an incredulous look.
“Can you… i don’t know…” Jake shrugged cooly. “Fix your fucking mouth!?”
Your eyes flicked between the two of them rapidly as you tried to bite back the stream of giggles that was still threatening to bubble out of you. Tensions were high, sure, but that didn’t make their squabbles any less entertaining - especially since you weren’t part of it.
“For the love of god, just fix your shit and let’s keep going.” Josh spoke up through gritted teeth, fixing both his brothers with a very ill tempered glare.
Sam and Jake both reluctantly touched up the tuning of instruments and checked over chords.
Once they were ready, they picked back up at the very beginning of the song.
Surprisingly, they made it a lot farther, not coming to another stop until Josh’s voice cracked on a high note and Sam waved his hand in the air to stop everyone. Again.
Danny just sighed, but Jake’s face turned red with frustration - as did Josh’s.
“Josh, come on, bro-“
“I’m fucking trying, Sam! We’ve recorded every single day this week! My voice is tired as shit and this song is very vocally demanding!” Josh defended his end. “In case you didn’t know that.”
This is it. Do it.
That little voice in your head made itself very known for the second time, egging you on.
You couldn’t take it anymore, so you pushed past the nerves and let your mouth take off with the brattiest thing your brain could muster. “You say that like you don’t sing every night on tour.”
Danny’s jaw was the first to drop, followed by Sam’s snicker that had Josh’s jaw visibly locking up in anger.
Josh’s eyes practically burned through you, melting you with their silent warning to shut up.
“She… she has a point, Joshua.” Sam finally cleared his throat to say.
“We don’t even perform for 7 nights in a row!” Josh raised, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Be fucking serious, Samuel.”
“Okay, enough! Can we just start over?” It was Jake’s turn to plead.
Sam started it off on the keys again, and you admired how amazing he was at it. You didn’t get to sit and listen to them without the harsh sounds of screams surrounding you, so this was a breath of fresh air.
They breezed through the song flawlessly, the energy in the room lightening up just a bit.
That was, until Josh had very obviously forgotten one of the high notes. He stumbled around, trying to find his pitch again and instead groaned straight into his microphone.
“Are you fucking kidding me.” Josh threw his head back in pure annoyance, hands splaying out over his face.
Every part of his body that you could see, looked tense and shiny with sweat.
“Josh, you said you went over this song at home….” Jake sighed, rubbing his hand over his own face.
“I did!” Josh snapped, leaving out how little he’d actually gone over it.
You took that as your chance to rat him out a little, against your better judgement.
“I don’t think going through it once in the shower is really ‘going over it’, baby.”
“Oh, shit-” Danny covered his mouth with his drumsticks, fighting to hold it together.
Danny, ever the observant one, shot you a cheeky look. He knew what you were doing. Based on Sam’s pink cheeks, he’d obviously caught on, too. Either that, or the tensions rapidly rising back up in the room were making him nervous.
“I swear to god…” Josh gave you a verbal warning instead of just a look, letting you know he was reaching his limit with your shit - exactly what you wanted.
Thoughtlessly, another witty, but poorly timed remark flew out of you.
“Do you want me to pull up the lyrics for you, Josh?”
Jake, Danny and Sam all busted out into untamable laughter. Between the heaviness in the room, Josh’s stunned face and the comment itself -considering there were not really “lyrics” to speak of in the song they were desperately trying to record- none of them stood a chance in holding it in any longer.
You and Josh stared each other down, the sounds of his brothers’ laughter fading out into background noise. The smirk on your face was full of pride and satisfaction, your eyes twinkling with the mischief that you were hoping he would finally catch on to.
His eyes narrowed until they were practically closed, looking threatening and darker than you’d ever seen. His whole expression seemed just out of character enough, that it was just the slightest bit unsettling.
Sam’s voice snapped both of you out of your lust and anger driven trances.
“Josh?!”
“What?” Josh whipped his head away from you and towards his younger brother.
“Okay, cool your damn jets…” Sam threw his hands up and waited for Josh’s face to soften - barely. “One more go? If we get it, great. If not, we go home.” He glanced around, waiting for the nods of approval from each of them. “Clearly none of us have good spirits today.”
“Alright, yeah.” Josh switched his microphone back on and sucked in a shaky deep breath. “One more time.”
Sam took the song up on the keys for the last time, the rest of the boys falling in perfectly.
Every so often throughout the song, one of them would look around nervously. sitting right on the edge of their seat, like something was bound to go wrong at any second.
But, they made it through the song flawlessly and you weren’t sure about them, but you chalked it up to ‘third times the charm.’ And maybe a little bit of anger-driven determination.
Josh’s frustration might have also played a part in the strong vocals… but who was to say for sure.
The song came to an end and the room was electric, full of new energy and life. Almost as though no smart comments had ever been made, or sour moods were ever felt between the five of you.
“Fucking FINALLY!” Sam stood up from his bench, clapping his hands together in uncontrollable excitement.
And Jake wasn’t far behind his little brother, sharing the same enthusiasm. “That’s what the hell I needed from you, Josh. That was it!”
“I think that was the one.”
Danny sat his drum sticks down and released the breath that one might have sworn he’d held the entire song. “It was too perfect to even dare try one more time.”
“Josh?” Jake looked to his twin, awaiting a final comment of approval.
“Well, I don’t know…” Josh shrugged, sarcasm laced in his tone. “What does my little critic have to say first?” He turned to you with a fiery glare.
‘Well… his mood was sure not changing,’ you thought to yourself.
“Oh, that time was perfect.” The smile on your face hopefully only came across as smug to Josh. “I think you guys should use that recording, for sure.”
Josh snickered at how you went from sly comments, to being sickeningly sweet within the time it took them to run the last recording.
“Great! So we’re good here, yeah?” Josh rushed the question out, picking up his things from the floor beside him before any of them had even answered.
“Yeah, I think we’re-“
“Perfect! Baby, let’s go.” Josh breezed through the room, cutting Danny off as he exited.
You glanced around to the boys, huffing a laugh at their half stunned, half amused faces.
“Yeah… Good luck with him.” Sam gestured towards the door Josh just disappeared through.
“Don’t wish her luck, she pissed him off on purpose!” Jake cut in with a snicker, subtly taking his twin’s side. “What possessed you to piss him off on purpose, I don’t want to know. Regardless, you’re crazy.” He turned his attention directly towards you, smiling knowingly as he joked around.
“BABE!”
Your head snapped towards the door the second Josh’s voice boomed down the hallway.
“Best not keep your man waiting.” Danny smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the door.
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes at them. “See you guys later, I love you, ya fools.”
Their collective goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ were the last things you heard as you closed the door to the recording room.
By the time you made it back to Josh’s truck, he was already in there, buckled in and ready to speed back home.
You couldn’t help it… the smirk that started tugging at one corner of your mouth. Josh was staring daggers at you through the window of his truck, only making you feel even more accomplished.
Opening the door, it was deathly silent inside; very unlike either of you. There was no talking, no music, just the sound of the truck itself running.
You got in and buckled up, jumping in your seat a little when Josh roughly put his truck in reverse.
“Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was about back there?” Josh finally asked, speeding out of the parking lot. He hissed the words out like some angered snake.
His eyes never left the road, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see his muscles pulsating.
You decided to unwisely play innocent. “What do you mean? What was what?”
“I swear to god…” Josh slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “You have the next 10 fucking seconds to fess up, or so help me, I’ll force it out of you.”
An overly excited giggle bubbled out of you before you could even stop it and you quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.
Josh looked over at you with the most floored and annoyed expression you’d ever seen. “You’re seriously gonna laugh right now?!”
“Fuck! Maybe that’s what I want you to do, Joshua!”
To Josh’s ears, the desperation in your voice sounded much more like you’d developed your own little attitude.
“Do what?!” Josh practically yelled, pleading for you to give him some sort of hint, not even realizing you’d given him -what you thought- was more than enough. “What do you want me to do so fucking badly, mama??”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe-“ You gestured around dramatically on your momentary pause for emphasis. “Put me in my goddamn place?!”
Josh froze, still as a statue in his seat. A dumbfounded expression flashed over his features so quickly, anyone other than his twin or you would have completely missed it.
Little did you know, he was putting the rest of the pieces together. His mind flashed with all the times you’d thrown him seemingly random and uncalled for attitude, or sly comments that he had always just brushed off. Weeks worth of memories piled up in his head within seconds.
Josh’s silence had started to worry you and you were silently pleading for him to say something - Which you were immediately regretful of wishing, when his eerily calm and collected voice cut through your ears.
“You’re shitting me… Right?” Josh looked over at you, and you wondered when exactly his eyes had darkened to the almost black color that they were. “i’d just like to know…” he began in genuine curiosity. “Where in your pretty little brain did you come to the conclusion that all that was a good idea? Instead of just straight up telling me that this was what you wanted?”
You were stumbling around in your mind, trying to come up with a better answer than just ‘I don’t know’ or, ‘I was scared.’ You didn’t find one.
“I mean… I don’t… I don’t know.”
“I’m just trying to understand, is all.” shrugging cooly as he pulled into your driveway, Josh put the truck in park just as aggressively as he’d put it in reverse just a few minutes before. “Because now, I have to punish you for weeks worth of shitty behavior… and I don’t think you thought that far ahead, did you, mama?”
A shiver ran up your spine, visibly shaking your whole body. “I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d get this far… no.” You admitted shakily.
Josh let out a low, barely audible hum.
“Go inside and upstairs. I want you completely naked and sitting on the edge of our bed, hands in your lap.” Josh commanded, looking over at you with a stone cold expression. “I’ll be there when I’m good and ready. I need to figure out how the fuck i’m gonna turn my little brat, back into my good girl.”
Your hand scrambled for the door handle with an embarrassing level of urgency and excitement. You all but slammed the door of Josh’s truck, sprinting to the front door and inside, as if some sort of demon was chasing you after shutting off a light.
Between the heat cursing through your body and Josh’s orders, once you made it upstairs, you were ripping your clothes off piece by piece. Even once you were completely naked, you were still blazing with need; heat pouring off your body like a wood stove on the coldest Winter night.
You sat down, placing your shaky hands in your lap and to your surprise, you heard the door open and shut just a few moments later.
Josh wasn’t going to come and tend to you in any way just yet, though. You sat there rather impatiently, listening to him shuffle around downstairs, doing God only knew what.
After a few long and agonizing minutes, you finally heard his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the steps and down the hallway towards your bedroom.
When he appeared in the doorway, your breath hitched in your throat. He had obviously discarded his shirt somewhere downstairs, his belt was undone and hung loosely in the belt loops of his pants. The only light in the room was that of your bedside lamp and a small oil defuser, casting a beautiful, warm glow over Josh’s skin.
“Aren’t you just a sight.” Josh hummed in approval of the sight of you, bathed in the same warm glow.
“I’m surprised you actually did what I told you to, though.”
He sat the two bottles of water in his hands down on the dresser and laid his forearm across the top, leaning some of his weight into it.
“Now, before we dive into absolutely anything,” Josh started, his tone no longer dominant, but serious. “We’re gonna settle on the color system.”
“We have a safeword, Josh.” You pointed out softly.
“Yes, mama, I realize that.” Josh offered a nod of understanding. “But I don’t want to ever, EVER have to use that. So, color system.”
“Okay.” You agreed and waited for him to continue.
“Green, yellow and red. Green means you’re good and want to keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe stop for a moment to check in, too, if it’s called for.”
You just nodded along every so often as Josh spoke, listening to him intently.
“-And red. If you say ‘red’, everything stops and we’re not going to continue on.” Josh raised an eyebrow in question. “Does this work for you, mama?”
“Yes, that’s perfect, Josh.” Your answer was just above a whisper. “Do whatever you want to me. Please.”
Josh gracefully pushed away from the dresser he had still been leaning against. “Good.”
Your eyes followed Josh as he made his way closer to you, until he was towering above you. He reached up and firmly took your chin between his thumb and index fingers.
“Look at me.” He used his grip to tilt your head back and waited for your eyes to lock with his.
“My sweet girl... Did your need to be fucked like a whore finally make you cave and become such a brat? Hmm?”
Your eyes fluttered closed, a soft whimper floating out of you. “Yes.”
“Pity.” Josh clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes at you. “I wanted to make this pretty pussy cry all over my face tonight, but now I don’t know if you deserve that.”
“You’ll cave.“ You stared up at him, giving him the same challenging look that he was giving you. “You always do.”
“You’re in for a rude awakening if you think that’s how tonight is gonna go.”
Josh growled, releasing you from his grip. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you for the rest of the night.”
Josh grabbed the buckle of his belt and yanked it out of the loops swiftly. “You ran your mouth more than enough at the studio earlier. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
Josh fiddled with the belt in his hands, taunting you with it as he leaned back over you. “Let me have your hands.”
You lifted your hands up and slipped them through the loops he had created. He took the belt and secured it around your wrists, tugging it to make sure it was tight enough for his liking, and your’s too.
He stepped back to admire you - naked and mostly helpless in front of him. It was his first time seeing you like that in a long time and he had missed it. A lot.
“Color?” Josh asked as he fought to break out of his own little trance, eyes growing even darker the longer he looked at you.
Your answer was confident, despite you shifting around in your spot under his intense stare. “Green.”
“Stand up, little dove.” Josh ordered lowly, tugging you up by the arm. His voice was far too sweet for the things he was planning in his head.
Once you were steady on your feet, Josh took your previous position on the bed and he started to guide you down across his lap.
“Tomorrow, when you come back to the studio with me…” Josh started in a low tone, smoothing his hand over the swell of your ass. “You’re gonna remember why you should keep that fucking mouth shut.”
Smack. The sound of it echoed through the room, the force of it sending you slipping off of Josh’s thighs just a little. He readjusted his arm over the middle of your back, holding you even tighter.
You choked on the gasp your lungs attempted to suck in. “Jesus fucking christ-“
Josh slapped his palm across your ass again. “And didn’t I say not to talk?”
“Fu- yes! Yes. You said to only talk when you- tell me I can.” You struggled to get the words out.
The mix of pleasure and pain was absolutely dizzying. You could feel the wetness pooling at your entrance, slick and warm every time Josh’s hand came down against your ass.
“So you heard what I said and still didn’t obey.” Josh tsked, bringing his hand down for the third time. “So damn hard headed.”
Josh’s hand soothed over your red, blazing skin for a moment, teasing around until he couldn’t help himself any longer. He slipped his fingers down to your entrance, groaning when he felt just how wet you were.
“Oh, little dove…” Josh sighed. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you just love this that much?” He was taunting you.
You nodded, lip still tucked between your teeth.
“Dirty little thing.” He caught you perfectly off guard with another blow to your opposite cheek, making you cry out loudly.
After two more, his fingers traveled back to your heat and teased around mindlessly, tormenting you.
You wanted to open your mouth and beg him, but he took your little whimpers as begging enough.
“Aw. You want my fingers, don’t you, mama?” There was that condescending tone again. “Answer me.”
“Yes sir.” You sounded and looked purely pathetic, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers.
A groan rumbled through Josh’s chest, clearly liking what you chose to call him. For a split second, he had to fight with himself to hold onto his composure and not start giving it all to you right then.
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it?” Josh circled the tip of his finger around you, but didn’t push it in even the slightest bit.
Your breathing quickened, much to Josh’s amusement. The light tracing of his finger was enough to make you scream out of pure impatience.
After a few more swirls of the tip of his finger and listening to you whine and whimper, he hauled you up off his lap as he stood, pushing you back on the bed before you even regained your footing.
“Put your hands up to the headboard.” Josh commanded, pointing to the intricately swirled metal.
Often times, you would voice your distaste for that god forsaken metal headboard. Josh was always the one insisting on keeping it, telling you over and over that he loved the way it sounded hitting against the wall when you two fucked.
Momentarily thankful you hadn’t given it up yet, you lifted your hands up to the headboard and your stomach twisted in anticipation and need. You couldn’t put your finger on a time when you had needed him quite so badly. The thought of him having his way with you, punishing you however he saw fit… it was almost heart stopping.
Josh finally joined you in the bed, straddling your hips with his legs on either side of you. The woodsy notes of his cologne hit your nose like a bone crushing punch, intoxicating you by the warmth of it - faint notes of vanilla making it smell the slightest bit sweet. His fingers hooked into the belt binding your wrists together and he undid the buckle, creating one last loop to secure it to the headboard.
With one hand supporting his wait next to your head, his other trailed slowly down the inner part of your wrist, all the way down arm, to your shoulder and then finally rested just shy of your breast.
“How’s this, hm?” Josh’s voice still held the dominant edge, but you knew he was checking in. “Use your words.”
“Do something, please.” Your hips bucked up subtly in search of any sort of friction against your pulsing clit. “I need something. Anything.”
“Anything?” Josh cocked an eyebrow, slowly shuffling back down towards the foot of the bed. He mumbled the word out one more time. “Anything.”
You watched him slip over to his dresser, yanking open the second drawer and pulling out two of his silk scarves that he sometimes would take to shows.
He let them dangle from his fingers as he made his way back to the foot of the bed, where he dropped them down and proceeded to smack at the inside of your ankle.
You knew exactly what he wanted and you exhaled loudly, sliding your foot right up next to the bedpost. He tied the scarf around you ankle and then to the post, repeating the same process with your other.
Your eyes closed as various emotions surged through you. Josh’s stare was steadily making you feel so seen, resulting in the slightest twinge of shyness to bubble up and mix in with the unbearable need and lust pumping through you.
Josh couldn’t look away, either. Stuck on how your body looked, glowing with the lightest layer of sweat. The way your chest rose and fell quickly - swearing to himself that he could see your heart pounding against your ribcage from the outside. It was at that moment that he realized how hard he was seeing you like that.
“So, here’s what’s gonna happen...” Josh finally spoke after what felt like forever, making you jolt in your spot; his voice like electricity shooting through you. “I’m giving you permission to talk now, because You’re gonna tell me exactly what you want.”
You stared at him a little confused as he climbed back up between your legs. “What?”
“I want you to tell me whatever it is that you want. Right now.” Josh repeated, a little firmer and clearer. “And make it sound pretty.”
“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?” You scoffed, watching him as he dipped down and placed kisses along the inner part of your thigh.
He looked up at you with a wicked smile from between your legs. “Oh, but it is.” The smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Now what did I tell you to do?”
“Tell you what I want.” The words fluttered out through a high pitched sigh. You tugged at your legs against their restraints when Josh started getting closer to your aching core.
“Tell me.” Josh demanded, biting harshly at the conjunction of your inner thigh.
“I want your mouth on me, Josh.” You begged. “Please. I want you to make me cum and-“
Josh’s hand cracked against your outer thigh. “Who? Try again.”
“Sir.” You corrected yourself. “Need you to make me cum, sir. Please.”
Without wasting anymore time, Josh’s mouth connected with your heat, licking from your entrance up to your clit.
“Fuck yes.” Whining, you pushed your hips off the bed as much as your restraints would allow.
In the back of your mind, you were still confused as to how exactly it was a punishment… Josh was giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Such a sweet little slut.” Josh groaned against you, teasing his tongue over your clit with light, little flicks. “You better tell me when you’re close.”
“Yes, sir.” Your head started spinning thanks to the degrading names he was sprinkling in. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re so good. So, so good.”
Josh’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it into his mouth to drag you closer and closer, groaning at the way he could feel it throb in his mouth every so often.
As you grew louder, he added a finger in, curling it right into that spot that had you jerking your legs in attempts to close them around his head. The two scarves served as a silky and secure reminder that you weren’t going anywhere, any time soon.
“Poor thing already wants to close her legs,” Josh said lowly, huffing a deep and airy giggle. “Does it feel too good? Huh, little dove?”
His thumb had replaced his mouth in light of wanting to talk you straight to your first orgasm.
And it was working.
“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” You whined, arching and writhing lightly against the mattress. “Keep going, please, keep going.”
“Keep going? Why?” Josh tilted his head back, watching you with a cocky expression - identical to one you had seen him sport on stage. “Are you getting close already, mama?”
Your walls clenched around him and no sooner than Josh felt the squeeze around his fingers, he was slowing down his movements drastically.
At that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “No.” You shook your head frantically. “No, no, no.”
“”No”? No, what?” Josh questioned, languidly pushing his fingers in, only to pull them all the way out.
“You said-“ A whine from the sudden loss of Josh’s fingers briefly cut off your words. “You said to tell you what I want!”
“Yes, I did say that, didn’t I?” Moving over your body, Josh nudged your chin with the back of his hand.
You opened your mouth and he pushed his soaked fingers in, practically melting over the way you immediately moaned around them.
The words you’d been dreading left his mouth through still smirking lips. “I never said I’d let you cum, though… Did I?”
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth. Through an irritated and whiny huff of air, you begrudgingly answered him. “No, you didn’t.”
“Such a good girl for kind of listening to me earlier. I’ll have to reward you for that… eventually.” Your normal, bubbly, Josh peaked out for less than a split second when he giggled at his own words.
“Eventually.” Your eyes rolled back, but not in pleasure - much to your body’s internal and external pleading for relief.
“I want you to ask me for what you want again.” Pressing kisses to your sternum and down your belly, he gradually worked his way back down your body - leaving a few hickeys as he went. “You’re gonna learn how to tell me properly what it is that you want, rather than trying to get me worked up enough to treat you like the fuckin’ brat you are.”
“I need you to make me cum around your fingers.” You told him, clenching around nothing at even just the thought of it. “I want you to… to make me look at you when I cum…”
Hardly even following your own words, you dropped eye contact with him and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks. That’s why you needed him to make you. Eye contact with Josh was a struggle in just casual, softer moments… This was filthy and obscene. There was no way you could bring yourself to hold his fiery gaze on your own.
“That’s it, tell me.” A kiss was pressed just above your clit, and another, then Josh’s lips finally pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it all again.”
Josh’s tongue started teasing over you again, taunting at little areas around your clit that he knew made you toe the line of insanity.
“Fuck, I can’t-“ Gasping, your hips tried to tear away from Josh’s teasing mouth. “-Not while you’re… you’re teasing me like that.”
“Stop.” Josh growled, slinking his arm over your lower belly to hold you still. “Take it and do what I told you.”
“Yes, sir.” The two little words climbed out of you through a small cry of desperation. “Will you make me cum, please? Please, I need it so badly.”
Josh glanced up at you through hooded eyes, swiping the tip of his tongue just underneath your clit, causing a squeal to erupt from you. He loved how the littlest actions proved much more intense, when you were bound in such a helpless position.
“Yeah? Right there?” Josh babied the same spot again, watching almost the same reaction unfold. “I bet this little spot would make you cum so fast and hard, wouldn’t it?”
You were dying to free your hands and tangle them in Josh’s hair, unsure if you wanted to pull him closer or push him far, far away.
“Yeah,” you whined, high pitched and out of breath. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush, losing track of any coherent thoughts.
A soft and low “aww,” floated out of Josh, just barely audible and clearly lacking any real sympathy towards you.
His fingers slipped back down to your entrance, joining in with the pleasurable torture of his tongue. The arm he’d draped over your belly slid down lower, holding you more firmly across your hips.
The smirk that took over his lips was sinister. Hidden between your legs, you couldn’t see it - but could feel it. More than likely the cocky product of how your legs had started to shake and tug at their bindings more steadily, while he stayed attentive to that spot just at the bottom of your clit.
“Fuck!” You cried out into the thick, sex filled air of your bedroom.
The coil in your stomach started to tighten rapidly, each flick of Josh’s tongue making your body jolt and shake.
“Josh-“ His name came out strangled and broken. “Josh, i’m gonna cum, please….don’t stop!”
His fingers curled up inside you and mercilessly pressed into that spot only his fingers were long enough to reach. The patterns of his tongue slowed, only to speed up again and drag you back to the edge again. He kept your there, just under the peak of your orgasm . Every so often, he let you dangle over the edge for a few long seconds and then let you fall back down again.
“You’re fucking e-evil, Joshua,” You hissed from the deepest parts of you, quickly followed by a string of desperate pleas. “Please, please, please. Josh, please.”
You almost sobbed at the loss of his fingers and mouth, huffing out another incoherent plea as he got up from the bed. He couldn’t stand it any longer.
Just as sweaty and somewhat disheveled as you, Josh undid the button of his pants and pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He looked painfully hard and red. The quick little glisten of precum coating his tip, didn’t go unnoticed to your lust-blown eyes.
“Fuck me.” It came out in a whisper, but Josh still heard it.
“What?” His eyebrows raised, but you weren’t sure if it was from your question or his hand lazily stroking over himself.
“Fuck me.” You repeated, louder. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
Josh smiled brightly, as if you had spoken the most beautiful words he’d ever heard in his entire life.
“Listen to you,” Josh practically groaned. “Telling me what you want like a good girl. Finally.”
“I’ve told you what I wanted for the last fucking hour!” You pointed out sharply, bound hands clasping together in frustration.
“Mhm, you have…” Josh’s hands tugged at one of the scarves around your ankle, undoing it. “But that time I didn’t have to tell you to do it. You just did it.”
“I hate you.” You definitely didn’t and he knew that good and well.
“Hey.” His finger was pointed directly at you, accompanied by a stern look. “Don’t get fucking bratty again.”
You were aching to feel him inside you, his mouth on yours, your hands on him. Anything. “Obviously there’s a little bit left that you need to fuck out of me, but you’re just taking your sweet time.”
A humorless laugh bubbled out of him as he pulled the knot out of the other scarf. “Do we need to start this whole process over again? You don’t sound like you’ve very learned much.”
“No, sir. We don’t.” You parted your legs wider than the bedposts had allowed for, taunting Josh with you dripping core.
Like some sort of feral animal, he pounced on top of you and you knew you were in for it, when his hand clasped roughly around your throat.
“Don’t even try to tempt your way into getting what you want from me.” Josh said, low and hushed into your ear.
“Give it to me and I won’t have to.”
Josh’s grip around your throat slid up to your jaw, using just a little bit of his weight to press you firmly into the pillow. He held you there all while his other hand lined himself up with your entrance. A strangled cry of pleasure tore its way up your throat the second he slammed into you, filling you all the way up with one sharp thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” Josh delivered another sharp thrust into you. “My cock filling you up… fucking you like the fucking brat you are?”
All you could do was nod. Your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth gaping in a river-like flow of cut off moans.
“Will you ever learn, mama?” Josh continued on through gritted teeth. His hand tangled up into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Finally, his lips were ghosting over yours. “This beautiful mouth is gonna get you in many more worlds of trouble, I fear.”
Your lips met in a sloppy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together in attempts to get closer than humanly possible somehow. Josh’s hands held onto each of your wrists for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you, groaning into your when your legs hooked around his back.
Everything about him was intoxicating. His cologne was faded, but still faintly present - mixed in with his pheromones. His lips just barely tasted like alcohol; likely the remnants of a shot he’d taken while downstairs earlier.
His hands left your wrists, sliding down your body until one was rested against your side, the other stopping at your chest to play with one of your nipples.
Much to your dismay, he broke away from the frenzied kiss.
“Tell me how much you love being fucked like a sweet little slut, mama.” Josh demanded, somehow sounding sweet and dominant all at once. He was good at that.
“I love it,” you managed to squeak out, arching your body into Josh’s. “Ha- harder, please!”
“You want it harder, yeah?” Josh’s voice strained as he switched positions. His arms hooked around your thighs, pushing your legs back until you swore they touched your shoulders and picked up his pace to something likely to bruise you in a delicious way.
“Oh fuck, yes!” For a split second you forgot your hands were still bound, yanking them in attempts to claw at Josh’s shoulders. The clanking of metal on metal was your haunting reminder that you couldn’t. “Josh please, I need it-“
“Need what, mama?” His fingers, soft yet skilled, reached around to your swollen bud. He swirled his fingers around it in tight and quick circles. “Is this what you need?”
A moan erupted from your lungs, your back arching away from the bed. You forced an animalistic moan out of Josh as you squeezed tightly around him.
“No. Don’t cum until I say so.” Josh said, desperately trying to catch up with you.
That coil was burning inside you, though - threatening to snap at any given moment, completely out of your control.
“I can’t- I can’t hold it, Josh!” Your eyes burned, a stray tear or two threatening to spill over the corner. “PLEASE!”
He cooed at you, letting go of one of your legs to swipe the stray tears away. “You wanna cum that badly, mama?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, letting your head fall back as a few more tears fell.
“Come on, then.” Josh finally caved. “Give it to me, nice and sweet right on my cock, mama.”
His fingers pressed more firmly against your clit, sending you flying over the edge and into the raging waters of your orgasm.
He tumbled into his own peak just seconds after you, his curses and groans mixing with yours in a lustful harmony of sounds.
Muscles all over your body tensed and released rapidly, arms and legs trembling weakly. Your high sucked every last bit of energy you had left.
Eventually, you started to come down. Josh was barely holding himself up above you, but forced himself to stay up until you were back to some form of coherency.
“Are you still with me, baby?” Josh’s voice cut through your ears, accompanied by the comforting sound of his giggle.
A tired smile took over your lips as you draped out. “Kinda…”
Josh immediately worked at undoing the belt around your wrists, taking them in his hands once they were free to massage over them gently.
“How does a bath sound, baby? Or some water?” Josh asked sweetly.
He would always be your sweet, caring man. You knew that for sure.
“Water, please, baby.” You stretched out, face twisting from your sore muscles. “I wanna lay here for a bit.”
“Did a little number on you, yeah?” Josh snickered, grabbing the water off the top of the dresser.
“Hush.” You rolled your eyes at him and took the water, snatching it playfully.
He flashed the quickest little wink in your direction, slipping towards the bathroom. “I hope that’s what I just taught you how to do.”
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in honor of gojos birthday being today, here's a little snippet of something I've been working on!
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You go in for (what you hope is) the final blow.
You look up at him with your most innocent, begging look— eyebrows lightly furrowed and eyes widened just slightly, before saying, “So, please, baby,” you reach down to gently squeeze his throbbing length, letting your thumb linger on the leaky tip, and he shudders.
“Please just put it in,” you plead.
Despite his shallow thrusts into your hand, Satoru hesitates. He’s always made you come at least once on his fingers and once by his mouth before truly fucking you. One reason you both appreciate is that things go so much smoother and feel better for both of you because, by that point, you’re soaked.
There’s a second reason for him, however.
He generally just enjoys pleasuring you. He enjoys watching you squirm, watching moan after moan spill from your pretty lips, enjoys the way you clench around his fingers, his tongue.
Why would he give that up just to be inside you a few minutes earlier?
You don’t know that, however. So, when you sense him about to say no, you switch to a different strategy.
“Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself,” you huff, letting go of his shaft and shifting to reach into the bedside table— where your dildo and vibrator lay.
Before you can even touch the handle to open the drawer, Satoru grabs your arm and firmly pins it to the bed.
He breathes in sharply before spitting, “You’re fucking lucky that I love you,” He aggressively starts kissing his way down your neck, into the valley of your breasts.
“If you were some random girl I’d picked up at a bar, you know what I’d do in response to that? Huh?” He questions in a patronizing tone.
You lick your lips, “W-“ your voice cracks, so you try again. “What, Satoru?”
“I’d make her wait even longer. I’d tie her to the headboard,” he taps it for emphasis, “before licking my way up,” he flicks your nipple with his tongue, “and down,” he presses down hard on your clit, making you let out an embarrassing whine, “her body. I’d make her come on my fingers alone at least three times before edging her with my tongue,”
“And right when she thinks I’m going to let her come, I’d stop and put in just the tip,”
“I’d tell her that she was being such a selfish little brat that she didn’t fucking deserve to feel my cock pressing up against her walls. That she didn’t deserve to come on it,”
He looks deeply into your eyes as he says this, and you wonder if you’ve overplayed your hand. Yes, you could fuck yourself using your dildo, but it wouldn’t be nearly as good as Satoru’s cock. He fit you so well, it sometimes felt like you two were truly made for each other. He was girthy, yet also lengthy, and he pressed up against all the best spots inside you so deliciously, you honestly don’t think you could ever fuck another man if you and him broke up.
You began to panic, stumbling over yourself to say, “Wait, baby- I’m sorry, oka-“
“Luckily,” he cuts you off, “you’re not some random girl from a bar,”
“Luckily,” he lines himself up with your soaking entrance, “I can’t control myself when I’m around you,”
“Luckily,” he thrusts in, and you let out a pornographic moan.
This is what you had been waiting for all night. And it felt exactly as good as you’d expected.
He sits there for a moment, pressing his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, letting you both adjust before continuing, “I love you, and you love me, and most of all— you know what gets me to fucking tick,” he grins with this and finally begins moving.
At first he begins slowly, just shallow little thrusts to get into his rhythm. He whines in your ear about how you just feel so good and he can’t control himself around you and he needs to fuck a baby into you right now and then he truly starts.
His pace turns brutal, and your mouth lolls open at how fucking good it feels.
Satoru, talkative as ever, keeps muttering lowly in your ear, “Yeah? Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how good it feels. Let me hear you. Is this what you wanted? Hm?” And god, his smug yet desperate tone makes you want to slap and kiss him at the same time.
Suddenly, he shifts ever so slightly, but it makes the biggest difference. You swear you see stars, and— and— you’re coming.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, and your hearing cuts off. You can’t focus on anything other than the overwhelming nature of your orgasm, and the feeling of Satoru fucking you right through it.
When your hearing returns, albeit with a slight ringing sound, you hear Satoru’s heated mumbling first, and then the absolutely obscene squelching sounds coming from where he’s currently thrusting into you.
Satoru has given up all appearances of being in control, and he’s whimpering, asking you, “Can I come inside? Please? C- please just let me come inside, I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna make it, baby,”
His hips begin stuttering and he loses all his rhythm, now just grinding up into you in search of the most pleasurable feeling for him.
You grin before whispering, “Yeah, baby, you can come inside,”
“Oh, thank—“
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. He cuts himself off with a loud whine as he spills himself into you, panting into your neck as he paints your walls white with each pulse of his orgasm.
He still shallowly thrusts into you for about a minute after, still riding out the aftershocks, but then he slowly pulls out— both of you hissing at the overstimulation.
As he pulls out you can see strings of both yours and his come connecting you, and one of you quite literally moans out loud at the sight.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“Yeah,” you agree.
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so.... what'd yall think? there's a few kinks I wanna work out, and add to it, but... yeah!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU AND YOURE SO AMAZING AND FINE AND THIS IS FOR YOUUUUUUUUU
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Talent vs Hard Work
This is part 2, for Part 1 click here
Bebe!Bada x WolfLo!reader
CW: reconciliation first fluffy then smutty... (yall wanted it that way.... tho me too tbh) MDNI
AN: Thank you for your support for this random two-shot, it really means a lot to me! So enjoy this!
“Don’t forget that I loved dancing first, Bada Lee! All of what you are now is because of me! You may have talent, but you would never have found it, if it wasn’t for me! I built both of our careers. But honestly? I wish I would have never taken you dancing. We both would have regular lives; all of this shit would have never happened. Maybe you would have actually proposed today…”
“I guess we will never know.”, Bada said quietly.
You sighed. “I love dancing. I really do. But before I loved dancing, I loved you.”, you whispered then.
Bada looked at you then, pain in her eyes. “Then why did you always hold me back? Why did you never share my ambitions? You always talked me out of taking advanced classes… I thought we wanted to become a famous duo together?”
You looked away ashamed. She was right. “Because I never wanted to be famous. I just wanted to dance with you. And when you became so good that you could take the advanced classes, I knew I couldn’t, because I don’t have your talent. You would find new friends; we would have grown apart. I didn’t want that. I wanted to keep you to myself. I was selfish like that.”, you admitted.
“So, you wanted to me be unhappy?”
“No! I want you to be happy. But I thought I could be the sole reason for your happiness…”
“But you always were! I wanted nothing more than being successful with you, dancing with you. You are the reason I fell in love with dancing. If I had started dancing alone, I don’t think I would have fallen in love with it. But when you changed… when you began being passive aggressive about my dancing, I felt like you began to hate me. It broke my heart.”, Bada said and sat down on one of the sofas. Reluctantly you sat down next to her on the couch. “I thought if I get you to stop dancing, I get both, a career I love and my best friend who I loved.”
“That’s why you said all those things?”, you asked.
Bada nodded. “Stupid, if I think about it. Why would you stay my friend if I bullied you out of dancing?”
“We both were stupid. Why would you stay my friend if I caged you and limited you?”
Bada then grinned a little, it was a tired and sad smile. She looked at you and shoved you a little with her shoulder.
“What was that for?”, you pouted.
“Wanna know a secret?”, Bada asked.
You nodded.
“I never liked the word ‘friend’ when it came to us.”, Bada whispered.
“Yeah me neither…”, you blushed. “Bada?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we can start over?”
“Do you really want to? I don’t want to start over…”, Bada said.
“Oh… ok…”, you whispered and looked down.
Bada took your hand then. “I don’t want to start over, I don’t want ignore what we had. Because what we had was great. And the last ten years… maybe we needed that to grow as people independently. But now we found eachother again. I believe if we accept what happened and work through it, we can be stronger… together.”
You laced your fingers with hers and looked at her with tears in your eyes. “Please don’t leave me again. I can’t do this shit again.”
Bada cupped your chin and kissed your tears away, before putting her forehead to yours. “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”, she whispered and kissed your lips, almost desperately.
You leaned into it. You both kissed to convey the words neither of you could say. But Bada suddenly broke off the kiss. You wanted to protest until she showed you your hand, that she still held with hers. Around your wrist was a blue and purple bracelet. You noticed the same on hers.
“You still had them?”, you gasped.
“Yeah. I couldn’t bring it over myself to throw them away.”, Bada whispered and kissed your wrist. “I’m glad I didn’t. That way I can keep my promise from ten years ago.”
“Your promise?”
“I said I would propose in ten years.”
Your eyes got big. “Bada!”
“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”, she asked softly and before she had even finished her sentence, you were eagerly nodding.
“Yes, Bada, I would.”
She kissed you again, deeper this time. She let go of your hand in favor of letting her hands roam over your sides, while your arms wrapped around her neck. You both chuckled briefly, as you clumsily moved to sit in her lap. As soon as you had straddled her, Bada’s hands moved to cup your ass and pull you as close as possible against her. You grinned and paid her back by sucking on her tongue. A low moan escaped Bada’s throat. But before the tall woman could react, you had already found your next target: Bada’s neck; and you were rewarded immediately by Bada moaning your name.
Her head fell back to give you full access to her neck. “You don’t know how often I thought about doing this…”
After a moment of just enjoying your affections, she decided it was her turn now. One hand in your hair, she pulled your head to the side, so that she could return the favor and hungrily attacked your throat with lips, teeth, and tongue. Your moans were music in Bada’s ears, so her hand danced deliberately up to cup your breast. Soon you were a panting and moaning mess because of her efforts, your hips were bucking restlessly in desperate search for something, anything.
“Bada… please…”, you breathed out, not quite sure what exactly you were asking for, you just wanted more. More of everything. More of her.
Bada seemed to understand though, she could always read your mind. Both of her hands moved down and expertly opened your pants just enough so that her hand could slip in. Bada’s fingers were immediately met with your wetness.
“Shit, baby… you need me that much?”, she whispered then, against your lips.
You nodded shyly when you saw her smirk. Bada’s fingers left your pants again, but before you could protest you saw her putting her finger into her mouth. “I needed a taste. Since we don’t have time for the whole thing now.”, she whispered.
Then her hand slipped into your pants again. You held your breath when she ran her finger along your heat, always stopping just before touching your clit. She definitely enjoyed teasing you. But Bada wasn’t the most patient person and soon she gave in to her desires and slipped her finger into you. It was hard for her to control herself, but she wanted to give you at least a moment to adjust. But she found, you didn’t even need that. Because as soon as she was inside of you, you started rolling your hip, chasing that sparkly feeling inside of your stomach. Bada decided a second finger couldn’t hurt, and she was right. Soft moans fell from your lips, that she drunk in with her own.
Meanwhile she started to thrust a little rougher, losing herself in the feeling of you clenching around her fingers. Her palm was rubbing against your clit, only adding to your pleasure.
Damn you, Bada. Why was she so talented at this too?
Your kisses were all teeth and tongue by now. She was helping you ride her fingers, by grasping and guiding your hip. Bada could feel you clenching harder and harder, indicating that you were close.
“Cum for me, baby. Please.”, she muttered into your ear.
Almost on command you came, with a soft scream that Bada quickly silenced with a kiss. A few erratic jerks with your hips later, you sank against her exhausted. Gently Bada pulled her fingers out and tenderly rubbed your back.
“You did so well.”, she whispered as you hid your face in the crook of her neck, panting harshly.
“We should get back…”, you mumbled after you had caught your breath and pulled away, even though you wanted nothing more than staying like this forever.
You gasped when you saw a giant purple spot on Bada’s neck. “Oh shit! I think I got carried away.”
Bada’s thumb ran over your throat as well. “Me too.”
You wrapped Bada’s Bebe scarf around her neck to hide the hickey and Bada did the same for you with your WolfLo scarf.
Both of you got up, you were noticeably wobbly on your legs, so Bada grabbed your hand, that you wouldn’t fall.
“Tonight, you will get all of this and more back.”, you hissed, noticing your soreness between your legs.
“I’m looking forward to it.”, she whispered into your ear.
Hand in hand you walked downstairs to the fight zone again. All of the dancers looked at you two, as they all have been waiting. Bada squeezed your hand one last time, before you had to let go to walk over to your own crew.
Arriving there Haechi grinned smugly. “You really took reconciling to a whole other level.”
You laughed. “Shut up and let me be happy. I have a girlfriend now, what do you have?”
You looked over to Bebe and Bada was already gazing at you, smiling fondly. You smiled back.
In the end, in every fight, love will always win.
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Risk it all
Summary: Andy and you are a closed book. Right?
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of former break-up, fluff, a little angst, very implied smut
<< Trustfall
You wake in Andy’s arms, feeling warm and relaxed for the first time in weeks. He insisted on staying the night.
After you didn’t stop crying over your ruined wall paint, your breakup, and life in general, he didn’t want to leave you alone.
“Morning, peanut,” he nuzzles his face in your shoulders and runs his hand over your arm. It’s the first time you feel his hand on your skin without his wedding band. Andy told you he took it off some time ago, but you didn’t dare to look at his hand for too long. “How do you feel?”
“Better. Less…pathetic,” you sniff. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you because of the paint.”
“You’re not pathetic. Y/N, you cried because you were hurt. I hurt you, and you have all the right to be sad, mad, and angry. This is all on me for being too scared to admit I’m deeply in love with someone after I lost my family.”
“Andy,” you whisper his name. “Taking off the ring doesn’t fix things between us. I don’t know where we go from here. You hurt me and left me. Suddenly you came back and gave a house to me. I’m so confused and a little scared.”
“I’m fucking terrified, Y/N,” he’s choking the words out, afraid you don’t believe him. “I don’t want to lose you. All this time without you was hell. I drank too much, didn’t eat and I fucked a case up too.”
“What are we doing here, Andy?” You turn around to look at Andy. He has tears in his eyes when you stroke his bearded cheek. “Andy.” He closes his eyes, afraid to wake from a dream when you press a soft kiss on his lips. “I don’t know what to do.”
He sniffs. “Honestly, it’s the first time I don’t know what to do myself, Y/N. All I know is that I don’t want to live another day without you in my life.”
You run your hand over his cheek, his neck, and down to his arm to grab his hand. Squeezing his hand tightly you sigh. “We are both clueless then.”
He chuckles. “Do you still hate the neon pink kitchen?”
You scrunch up your nose. “It looks ridiculous, not cute as I believed it would. I wanted it to look like the kitchen I saw on a blog. The owner painted the kitchen pink and had cute pink kitchenware.”
“Hmm…I’m not a big fan of pink,” he grins when you give him a stern look. “What? I think every couple therapist tells you the first thing you need to do is be honest with your partner.”
“I hate the house,” you bite your lower lip. “I know you meant well, but the kitchen is a mess, the windows are leaky, and we don’t want to talk about the front yard.”
He laughs at your attitude. “Seriously? You said you love the house.”
“That was before I realized that I’ll be the only person who will fix things in this house will be me. I don’t have a guy around who can lift heavy things and repair the broken window in the bathroom.”
“Peanut, I’m the worst craftsman you can imagine. I won’t be able to repair things,” he grins when you give him a stern look. “I’m good at other things.”
“What other things do you mean, Mr. Barber?” You poke his chest with your index finger. “So far you only showed me that you kiss a girl’s lips instead of her burned finger.”
“I can take very good care of my girl if she lets me,” he presses a kiss on your forehead. “I promise to be less overbearing, peanut.”
“Stop calling me peanut,” you pout. “I’m not that small.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
He chuckles. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” you chuckle. “How about we sleep in today?” You run your hand over his chest. “I’d love to stay in bed for a little longer…”
“I…we should talk. What happened this morning was—” You stop pacing the room to look at Andy. “Sex was a bad idea. I mean…the sex was great, but it doesn’t solve any problem we have.”
“Come here,” Andy holds out his hands to help you sit in his lap. “Relax, you are working yourself up again.”
“Maybe you should’ve bought the house you liked.” You whisper. “You can still sell this house and hopefully get your money back. I’ll stay at my apartment.”
“No.”
“Andy,” you sigh deeply. “I shouldn’t have accepted the house in the first place.”
“What if,” he runs his hand over your back as you get comfortable in his lap, “we sell my apartment and your house. We could buy a new home we both like. A fresh start with a new place to live in for the both of us.”
“A fresh start,” you repeat. “I spared money too, Andy. If we want to buy a house, I want to pay my part.”
“How about you spare your money for the naughty things we want to buy,” he smirks cockily. “Like a sex dungeon.”
“Andy,” you slap his shoulder. “That’s not funny!”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” He quirks a brow and grins. “I’m going to chain you up in the sex dungeon and tease you until you cum all over my face.”
You squirm in his lap. “Sex won’t solve anything, Andy. We need to…” You sigh again. “You know what I mean.”
“I know, Y/N.” He wraps his arms around you. “If want this relationship to work out, we need to talk about a lot of things. I’m willing to try. Maybe we can see a therapist too.”
“I’m willing to try too…”
You will work on your relationship, and even see a therapist over the next months.
Andy and you decided to wait a little longer before you buy another house. But you moved in with him.
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Chapter 24:
Every time you call me crazy I get more crazy
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"You look like shit? Didn’t you sleep?" Daniel’s first words when he walked inside.
"Actually no. I haven’t." I bit back.
"Are you getting sick?"
"No. I just couldn’t sleep. Are you ready? Can we go?"
"Yeah. Just your suitcase and we’re ready to go, but remind me again, why you don’t ask your dad to drive you?" Daniel asked and I sighed.
"Because he and Liam will come on Friday. More driving. Less talking."
"Oh wow you’re really grumpy." he groaned.
"I just need to grab something and then we can go." I said and he nodded.
I opened the bathroom drawer taking out the blue pill packaging and popped one of the pills out, swallowing it dry, when Mum walked in.
"What was that?" she asked curiously and I looked at her.
"Birth control?" I threw the package into my toiletry bag before Mum fished it back out.
"Is it a new packaging?" she looked at it and I shook my head "A new one? Why?"
"The one I was taking won’t be produced anymore? So now I’m taking this one." I said and she read the back of the package.
"Does it have the same hormones and stuff?" she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don’t know? As long as it’s doing its job." I said but then I took in a deep breath. Awkward.
"I pretend like I didn’t hear that… but Lizzie, switching to a different pill is nothing you should take easy. You might experience some side effects while your body adjusts to the new one? How long are you taking it already?" she sounded really concerned and I took the package out of her hand.
"Taking the last one of this package on Sunday. And it’s the first month with it. And I’m feeling good. No side effects. Can I please go now? This conversation is… weird. Go talk with Sissy about this kinda stuff." I threw the package back in my toiletry bag again and kissed her cheek "I see you in Monza? Before Monza? I don’t even know myself?"
"Yeah we’ll figure it out. But Lizzie, sweetheart? Please keep the side effects in mind! Just in case!" she said and I sighed.
"Yup. I will." I went back downstairs where Daniel still waited "Ready?"
"Ready!" he opened the door for me, taking my duffel bag out of my hand and loading it in the trunk of my car.
As soon as we were inside I took my shoes off and leaned back.
"Can you make it in under 4 hours?" I joked.
"It’s your car. Every speeding ticket I will get is yours to deal with, then yes."
"Go for it!" I closed my eyes. Trying to get at least a little bit of sleep.
Failed attempt.
"Welcome back to the second half of the season, Lizzie! How are you? How was the summer break? What did you do?" Will Buxton asked.
"I am fantastic! Thank you. The summer break was way too short, I could use some more time with my family and friends! But it was also way too long because I can’t wait to get back in my car again! And as for what I did, I spent some time with my family, then a little with my friends and then I focused on getting back in shape. A lot of work outs." I smiled at him and he nodded.
"Lizzie, we know that Spa, after the Nürburgring, is your favourite race track. How excited are you, breezing past this historical track this weekend with an F1 car?"
"You have no idea! I honestly can’t wait to get in the car and just go for it! Race like there is no tomorrow!" I said euphorically.
"What can we expect from Audi this weekend?"
"Our car should work around here quite well, at least on paper. So yeah, I’d say something great!"
"Something great?"
"Oh yes."
P8. Decent. Not more. Not less. Nothing great.
"Lizzie, how was it, driving a Formula one car around this track, racing up eau rouge?" Lawrence Barretto asked.
"Well. After not the best feeling and results on Friday. An okayish Saturday… today was a bit of an up. The car felt better. The race was fun. We maximised our point as much as possible with Valtteri in P7 and me in P8. There wasn’t much more in it for us this weekend."
"You were quite- umm… euphoric, at the beginning of the weekend, in terms of Audi’s performance, what lead to that? And why didn’t the great as you had prognosed happen?"
"Yeah, I had a good feeling and was excited to race again and I let the data fool me a little. I was hoping for a better result, if I’m honest, but we’ll come back stronger next week in Zandvoort."
"Thank you, Lizzie!" one last smile and it was done.
Julie and I walked in silence back and before we reached our hospitality, she pulled me aside.
"Are you okay?" she asked and I nodded, slightly confused "You’re a little- umm how do I put this… you’re a little squeamish this weekend?"
"Squeamish? What do you mean? What? When?" I asked her.
"You were sometimes overly optimistic, the next minute you were… more reserved? Maybe even sensitive? You just were a little off the whole weekend. What ever it is. You know you can talk to me if you need to?"
"Yeah sure, but it’s all good! Really!" I tried to appease her and she nodded, right as Paul bumped into us.
"Oh shit, sorry!" he looked at me and smiled "Oh it’s you, girls. Ready for a waaay to loo long meeting?" he stepped in between us and put his arms around our shoulders.
"Can’t wait…" I mumbled and he laughed.
"You guys go ahead, I have to make a call." Julie walked away.
"The weekend wasn’t too bad, you know?" Paul said and I shook my head.
"I made too many mistakes." I mumbled and he pulled me even closer.
"But P8 is not that bad! Come on! Cheer up a little!"
"It’s okay, I guess?" I sighed and looked up, saw how Charles’ eyes were glued to me, Paul following my look.
"He’s in the second fastest car and struggled, a lot, so I’d say his weekend was worse." Paul laughed loudly and I saw how Charles walked away.
"Very funny." I groaned and we entered the Audi hospitality.
"Oh, come on! I’m just kidding!" Paul rolled his eyes and pulled his arm from my shoulder.
"And always jokes on Charles’ expanse."
Before Paul could answer Pete waved me over and I walked off, thankful to leave this conversation behind. Just this last meeting and then back to the hotel. And then back to Monaco.
"Alright. Run down. Just the flat itself, rank them worst to best." Charles handed me my salad.
"Umm- I don’t know? I have to consider everything not just the flat? The price, the neighbour hood? That one I liked but is on the 5th floor with no elevator? Not so easy!" I sighed, stabbing my salad half-heartedly.
"This way it’s easier? Rank them first and then we’ll talk about the price, the pros, the cons. But we have to start somewhere." he said and I put my bowl down leaning back, closing my eyes "Come on Lizzie, don’t think too much."
"Stop rushing me!" I hissed and Charles looked at me "You think telling me over an over to stop thinking is helpful? It’s not, just so you know!" I sat back up and grabbed my salad, shoving a fork full in my mouth.
"I’m sorry cara mia but you said you want to narrow it down to 2 options today…" Charles said.
"I know! But you… this… uggghhh! I can’t decide, okay?" I looked at my salad and groaned "God I’m so hungry and this salad is just… bland and soggy. I want fries. Or a Pizza. Literally anything is better than this half dead salad."
"Oh. Umm… I made it the way you always make it. Maybe I- I don’t know. Maybe I did something wrong?" Charles said a little dejectedly, grabbing my bowl and getting up. The way his shoulders slumped down made my heart clench.
"Wait! I’m sorry! The salad is fine! It’s good. I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today? Maybe this whole moving to Monaco thing isn’t the right decision? Maybe I should think about it again? I don’t know? Having my own place? That’s a lot of responsibility? I don’t know if I’m ready for that? I mean, I can’t even narrow the list down? Yeah, let’s- let’s don’t do this today? Just forget about it!" I rambled and Charles looked at me confused.
"Are you okay? You’re a little… off?" he asked carefully.
"What? Because I don’t like your salad?" I snapped and clapped my hand over my mouth "I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! What is wrong with me today?"
"It’s okay, come here." Charles sat down next to me and pulled me into his lap "You’re stressed. It’s a lot going on right now. You’re just a little out of it today." he kissed my temple "Hey! Don’t cry? It’s okay!" he wiped a stray tear away and made me look at him.
"I don’t even know why I’m crying? I was mean to you and now I’m crying? What is wrong with me?" I sniffled a little.
"You have a bad day. We all have them, it’s okay." he kissed my cheek "Tomorrow will be better."
I really hoped that he was right.
Charles POV:
"Why aren’t we flying with Max more often?" Lizzie asked and I chuckled.
"Because we fly with vista most of the time." I answered and she rolled her eyes.
"You mean you fly vista and I have to fly commercial because your team doesn’t want me in their jet anymore…"
"It won’t happen again, okay?" I said and she shrugged her shoulders.
"I’m asking Max in the future. When I live in Monaco I could join him."
"So you still want to move here?" I asked carefully.
"Of course? Why wouldn’t I?" she said and I sighed.
Since yesterday it was a constant up and down. One minute she wanted to move. The next she didn’t. One minute she wanted fries. The next a yoghurt. I seriously was at my wit’s end. Thankfully the car stopped and we got out. Max was waving at us and Lizzie hugged him as soon as we were at the jet.
"Thanks for taking us with you! Ferrari doesn’t want me anymore!" Lizzie said to him and walked up the stairs.
Max looked after her, cocking an eyebrow as soon as he turned to me again.
"Don’t ask. But yeah. Thank you for letting us tag along." I clapped his back.
"No worries mate!" he laughed and we got inside, where Lizzie sat next to Penelope, reading a book with her.
"Hey Charles." Kelly greeted me and I hugged her.
"Hey Kelly, how are you?"
"Good as always." she smiled and sat down in front of Penelope and Lizzie.
I smiled at the little girl, she waved back smiling and then I followed Max to the back of the jet.
"Home race? Excited?" I asked Max and he shrugged his shoulders.
"I mean it’s home. Of course. But last year it proved to be a track I’m doing well so, yeah we’ll see." he said and I nodded.
"I wish I could say that I’ll give you a run for your money… but no. I’m not sure if our car will work there." I chuckled a little.
"I’m sure you’ll still be a pain in my ass."
"I’ll try."
I watched Lizzie intently the whole flight. She played with Penelope. Read her stories about fairies and princesses. Coloured in some pictures with her. And I could swear that I even saw Lizzie wiping away a tear once.
As soon as we arrived and got out of the jet we said goodbye to Max, Kelly and Penelope and headed straight to our hotel.
"I think I’m lying down for a bit." Lizzie came out of the bathroom, already changed into sweatpants and shirt, clutching her stomach.
"Are you okay? You’re a little pale?" I put my hand on her forehead to check her temperature "And you’re a little warm?"
"My stomach is a bit in shambles and I’m tired… but I’m fine, really. Just exhausted." she kissed my cheek and plopped down on the bed, snuggling into the sheets "Wake me up if you want to go out for dinner, or order something, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Rest a little." I closed the curtains and left the room, right as I received a call from Sylvia. Great. "Sylvia." I greeted her while shutting the balcony door behind me.
"Charles. Tomorrow there are some shoots planned. Mia will send you the exact details later on. Then there is also a dinner tomorrow in the evening, you and Carlos need to attend."
"Okay. Anything else?" I sat down on the bench.
"There is one thing we need to talk about. It’s about Monza. It’s our home race, we have to represent Ferrari perfectly! Ferrari should be the main focus of everything. We can’t have any negative press next week, you understand?"
"You mean Lizzie is supposed to stay silent this weekend? You want me to tell her to not say anything slightly negative about Ferrari?" my annoyance hit the roof.
"Yes."
"I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but last weekend she didn’t say anything… although she was asked a lot…"
"It’s good that she finally complies!"
"She doesn’t have to comply to anything…"
"Charles. This is only about what’s best for Ferrari!"
"Whatever. If that’s all?"
"Yes."
"Ciao Sylvia." I hung up, closing my eyes. After a while I was dozing off.
"Charlie?" Lizzie’s quiet voice made me flinch "I’m sorry." she walked outside, sitting down next to me.
"Hey cara mia, how do you feel?" I pushed a strand of hair out of her face and she yawned.
"Hungry."
"Hungry? What do you want?"
"Fries and a chocolate milkshake."
"Fries and a chocolate milkshake? Are you sure? Your stomach is a little sensitive?"
"I just want something greasy and salty mixed with something sweet."
"Okay. Yeah sure, I’ll order it."
"No, wait… umm just- I don’t know order whatever you want that’s fine."
"I can order you a milkshake and fries? That’s okay?"
"No… I don’t want a milkshake anymore…"
"Cara mia what is it? We can order a milkshake? It’s fine!"
"I know that we can, but I- I only like that fudge brownie chocolate one from KFC…" she mumbled and looked down
"Umm… okay. I’m sure there is a KFC around here somewhere. You go back to bed and I go and get you that milkshake and some fries." I got up, gently pulling her with me.
"Are you sure? I can change and come with you and then we eat there?"
"No it’s okay. You lay back, I get the food."
"Really?"
"Yes! Really! Now hush and relax!" I kissed her forehead and left.
While driving I thought about the last couple of days and my mind always came to one conclusion. The one that made my stomach drop. Was I out of my mind for thinking that? I called the only person I knew who could help me.
"Hi Charles."
"Hey Marta, how are you?"
"Oh you know, some days are good, some days are not so good…"
"Yeah I know, I mean, no I don’t know obviously… but I understand…"
"How’s Zandvoort?"
"It’s nice."
"Okay… any particular reason why you’re calling?"
"Actually yes… what I’m telling you know… just tell me that I’m not going crazy, okay?"
"Umm… sure?"
"The last couple of days… Lizzie was- different. She had terrible mood swings, one minute she’s all giddy and giggly, the next she’s furious and scary and then she’s super emotional and cries… she has an appetite like a bear… wanting to eat literally everything, but then really just eats like a mouse, because her stomach is in shambles how she called it. She’s pale, tired and exhausted, also a little warm oh and now I’m on my way to KFC getting her a special chocolate milkshake and fries… Lizzie hates chocolate ice cream! But a chocolate milkshake is fine all of a sudden? That all sounds like… is she…"
"…pregnant?"
"Oh god. I- I was so thinking that it was just in my head."
"I mean, it sounds really typical, mood swings, exhaustion, weird cravings…"
"What am I doing now?"
"Talk to her? And then you have to decide…"
"I don’t understand it… I mean…" I stopped abruptly.
"You used contraception?"
"Yes! I mean… not always, she’s taking birth control, so yeah…"
"Hmm. Well it can happen. It’s not impossible… but- well it could have another reason, I think, was she like this ever before?"
"No? Why?"
"Well- god this is awkward. I never thought I would have this kind of conversation with you… actually with any other guy besides from Riccardo?"
"Just help me, Marta, please I’m freaking out!"
"Some girls are like this when they’re on their period. But if she was never like this before? Then yeah…"
"Really? I thought it’s just being moody and having cramps… although yeah, Lizzie never had anything like that?"
"You said she’s taking birth control? prevent you from going through all the troubles us girls are doomed with in this horrible week we have to experience every month."
"I’m sorry."
"Why are you apologising? It’s not like it’s your fault?" she laughed.
"I don’t know. Sorry."
"So. What are you going to do now?"
"Bringing Lizzie her food. And then try to talk to her?"
"Yeah… I guess that’s the only thing you can do… if you need someone to talk later on, you can call me, okay? Anytime."
"Thanks Marta. Really!"
"No worries, Charles. Take care."
"You too, on both of you!"
"I will."
Fucking hell.
I watched Lizzie eat and sip on her milkshake, thinking about how to approach the topic. How do you ask your girlfriend if she’s pregnant?
"Thank you Charlie." she kissed my cheek while happily munching on her fries.
My palms were sweaty. I had to just ask her. That’s all I could do. Ask her. Talk to her.
"Lizzie? Can we talk?" I asked and she looked up, nodding "How do I put this? Umm- the last days… you’ve been a little…"
"Overly emotional? Squeamish?"
"Yeah?"
"I know… and I’m so sorry! I have no idea why!"
"You don’t?" I asked carefully and she cocked an eyebrow.
"No? Why would I?"
"Okay. Cara mia, you know that I love you, right? And whatever happens, we’re in this together, okay?"
"What are you even talking about?"
"Mood swings, weird cravings, stomach bug, exhaustion? Lizzie… I think you’re pregnant." I waited for her reaction. Waited for the realisation to hit her. Settling in. Her expression changing. And I expected everything… but not her throwing her head back laughing. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Wheezing.
"Pregnant?" she breathed out, clutching her stomach.
"Why are you laughing? The way you acted these past few days?" I looked at her puzzled.
"Charlie! I’m not pregnant! I’m on birth control!"
"It’s still possible!"
"Yeah maybe, but I’m definitely not pregnant!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"Hmm. I don’t know? Maybe my period that started today?" she chuckled a little, sipping on her shake.
"Okay? But why… why are you so emotional?" I felt stupid. Confused.
Lizzie looked at me for a while, then she groaned and got up, returning a moment later with a small blue package.
"Oh how I hate it when she’s right."
"Who? What do you mean?"
"Mum! She saw that it’s a different one! And she warned me that there could be side effects!"
"I have really no idea what you’re talking about?"
"I’m taking new birth control pills for a month now! Mum said it could be that while my body adjusts to the new pills I would go through some side effects!"
"Oh."
"Oh indeed."
"Will you now always be like this?" I almost whispered it.
"God, I hope not? I was never like this? I can’t do that once a month! I can’t turn into this monster? I mean? Charles, I was driving myself crazy with how I acted!" she panicked a little and I held her hand and squeezed it.
"You weren’t that bad!" I tried to reassure her.
"I was! I was a crazy bitch! I definitely have to speak with my doctor about it as soon as I’m back home!"
"Okay, yeah, do that!"
We sat in silence for the next minutes, both lost in our thoughts. And although the thought of having a baby with Lizzie was something I definitely wanted, it was a thought for the future. Something we had yet to talk about. For now, I was relieved. A pregnancy now, would’ve meant that Lizzie had to give up her dream she fought so hard for. All the sacrifices, the hours of hard work, the blood, sweat and tears. The horrible treatment of the media over the past months. It would’ve been all for nothing. And that would’ve been unfair.
"Charles?" Lizzie patted my arm and I looked at her "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Sure. I’m just… I’m relieved that we solved the mystery of your umm-…"
"Unstableness?" she laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"You weren’t that bad! I mean… you did insult my salad, which I thought tasted not too bad, so yeah maybe unstable is the right word."
"The salad was good! Really! I never experienced something like that. I hated everything in that moment, including myself. What a cliché. Girl on her period gets grumpy and whiney and has weird cravings?"
"A little, yes. And that’s all because you switched the pills?"
"Mum said it could happen. I didn’t expect it to be like this to be honest."
"But you never had it before? Does that mean that… umm did the old one- god why is this so weird?"
"Talking about birth control pills and my period? Well… if you think it’s weird for you? Imagine how I feel…" and she was right. I just realised now, how flushed her cheeks were.
"Okay. This shouldn’t be this awkward. It’s normal, right? I know what happens during your- period. It’s a natural thing. You’re my girlfriend. We’re grown ups, we can talk about it."
"I guess so."
"Did you always take birth control? I know you since we’re 8. I never saw you acting like this?"
"I had my first period with 14 almost 15. Actually a little later than anyone I knew. But because of the racing I asked Mum even before I had it the first time if I could take birth control to regulate or no, the better word would be schedule, it. She was a little hesitant but we went to a gynaecologist and I explained why I wanted it and it was okay. So yeah I always took it, for 10 years now and it’s always perfectly scheduled."
"I didn’t know that you can schedule it? So you always have it on the same days?" I was genuinely curious.
"I take the pills for 21 days. Then wait for 7 days and then take the next 21 pills. One package consists of 21 pills. And in that break in between I have my period."
"And your pill always took care of the side effects of a period?"
"Yep. And I really hope this one does as well. I mean as soon as my body adjusts to it."
"Okay. Now I’m well informed." I chuckled a little and pulled Lizzie closer, her cheeks still slightly read "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it’s just… I don’t even really talk with Mum about these kinda things? With Shima maybe, but yeah that’s it. But now with you? I guess I didn’t expect that?"
"Me neither, but it’s okay, no?"
"Weirdly yes?" she giggled a little and I kissed her temple "Shower, bed, movie?"
"Sounds good!"
After our last meeting I waited for Seb to leave his hospitality and waved him over.
"Lizzie, how are you?" he hugged me and I smiled.
"I’m good! You? How’s Hanna and the kids?"
"Oh you know us. All good."
"Yeah!" I chuckled a little nervously.
"So what is this secret little meeting about?"
"You remember that Spanish blogger? Journalist? Whatever? Yeah? I know he’s banned… but… can that ban be lifted?"
"Why? He was banned for 10 races, not 4."
"I know. It’s just that… I shouldn’t have give him this much attention! I should’ve just stand my ground! Ignore him. Be the bigger person. Show everyone that I don’t back down no matter what they’re throwing my way!"
"I don’t know Lizzie. There is a line when it’s just not tolerable anymore and he was crossing that quite a lot, especially after that article."
"I know. Sorry. I should’ve thought about that. Never mind."
"Is everything okay, Lizzie?"
"Yeah sure. I just wanted to, you know, held my head up and show the world that I don’t care about what they’re saying. Anyone. So having Diaz back here would be a good start. I’ve seen him ranting about how he got banned because of the article and many people said it’s only because I’m an emotional and sensitive girl that the FIA decided this… would something like this come up about another male driver they wouldn’t even react…"
"But you know it’s not true, right? Sure, the inappropriate questions he was asking was one of the reasons but that article played an even bigger part."
"Okay… thank you. I mean for yeah everything."
"I will talk with someone, maybe there is a way we can reduce the ban? Under certain conditions… I will let you know!" he hugged me and then left.
Back in my driver room I opened up Instagram and clicked on the family holiday dump. s.d.esp. That comment. I knew it was him. I could literally feel it. I opened a DM.
I talked to someone to lift your ban. I tried my best. The decision is out of my hands. The article was the main reason for the ban.
I watched the three dots anxiously. It felt like hours when the dots finally disappeared. And two words appeared.
Try harder.
"You’re quiet?" JK asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I’m focused."
"Okay, if you say so…"
"Yup."
We were warming up for quali and my stomach was still in turmoil. It was cramping like never before. Leaning against a wall I took a deep breath, watching how Andrea and Charles played football a couple of metres away. I picked up my jump rope and began again when Paul walked out with something to drink.
"Here."
"Thanks." I grabbed the bottle and took a sip before putting it down and warming up again, when a sharp pain in my lower stomach made me flinch "Fuck." I groaned.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked, grabbing my arm and I nodded "You’re pale?"
"I’m fine. I think I ate something bad." I mumbled and he stroked my arm up and down "I’m good. Really!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yep. I just need to warm up now. Need to focus." I grabbed the jump rope, that I dropped before and began my routine. JK coming back with a ball.
"Two sets and you’re done."
"Yeah."
I watched how Paul sat down on a box, his back to Charles and Andrea, who were still playing football. It didn’t even take 10 seconds for the ball flying through the air, hitting Paul in the back, making him jump up.
"Oooops! Sorry! Can you pass me the ball, please?" Charles shouted, a big grin on his face.
Paul mumbled something and threw the ball back, sitting back down on the box, right as the ball came flying back, hitting the back of his head. I could clearly see the anger rising in his face when Charles jogged over, casually picking up the ball, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I’m really sorry, mate! I guess now we now why I’m not a football player!" he chuckled and walked back to Andrea and I saw them high five.
"I go back to our garage, before he uses me as target again." Paul seethed and left.
"That was purely intentional…" JK laughed and I sighed a little.
"Yeah… probably."
"Good. Paul needs to back the hell off. I don’t know how many signals you already sent him to leave you alone, he doesn’t seem to get it."
"Uh-huh." I felt another wave of pain.
"Okay. What is going on? You’re in pain. I’ve seen it the past days every then and now? What’s going on?" JK took the jump rope out of my hand and pushed me down on the box.
"Nothing serious…"
"Care to share?"
"No."
"Hey cara mia, are you okay?" Charles stood in front of me.
"Yeah… it’s…" I sighed and pointed at my stomach and he looked at me confused but then he understood.
"Oh okay? Still?" he sat down next to me and I leaned against him.
"It sucks. I feel hot and my suit is like it’s too tight on me. God I hate it."
"You sure you can drive?" he whispered and I nodded.
"I have to. But I need to focus. I need to set my fastest lap at my first try."
"Can you just focus on driving safe?"
"I’ll try."
"Lizzie."
"Hey, that’s more than enough. I can’t do more right now!"
"Okay. Now come on. It’s almost time." he jumped down from the box and helped me get off.
Q1 was fine. No cramps. No nothing. But right as I started setting a time in Q2 another cramp made me flinch and I under steered. Knowing that correcting my mistake would cost some time, I decided to abort the lap.
"I need another out lap and then try again."
"Copy. Tyres looking good."
"Okay."
I inwardly cursed. I definitely had to talk to my doctor back home. I never felt this uncomfortable in the cockpit. The heat was abnormal and the pressure of the g forces, never a problem before, made me feel like my body could burst at any minute. But I had to work through it. I couldn’t let this stop me. I rounded the last corner and accelerated. Focus. I could do that. No matter what happened.
"That’s currently P3. Good job."
"Who’s still on track?"
"Charles, Max, Perez, Norris, Hamilton."
"Okay. I’m coming in."
"Alright."
I made it into Q3 and was ready to set a time. Determined to not let anything stop me, a red flag crashed all my hopes.
"That’s P6, Lizzie."
"Is Lando okay?"
"Yes, he is."
"Alright. Good job, guys."
I jumped out of the car, ready to get rid off my suit, which felt so uncomfortable. I shrugged out of it, rolled it down to my waist.
"You’re sweaty…" JK looked at my soaked fireproofs and I sighed.
"I feel like I’ve been in a sauna for hours. I need a shirt or something."
"Here’s a hoodie."
"Thanks."
As soon as I changed into the hoodie Julie picked me up for the interviews.
I walked back to the pits, shaking my head in disbelief. Helmet still on. Not even 2 laps in and my race was already over. After an amazing start, overtaking George and Carlos right at the start, the latter was retaliating with a risky move, slashing my whole side pod open, forcing me to retire the car. I watched as some cars used the safety car to pit early and sighed. I felt good today. After the last 3 days full of cramps and just don’t feeling like myself in the car, today was a good day. I was confident to achieve a good result, maybe even a podium today, and that start just proved me right.
"I’m sorry, guys. Maybe I didn’t leave him enough space?" I said as I walked up to the Audi pit wall, hugging Felix.
"You couldn’t do anything to prevent it. He drove straight into you. It’s under investigation."
"Okay."
I thanked my mechanics and the rest of the team and went straight to my interviews. Just to get it over with.
"Sorry again, Lizzie. More luck next week in Monza, hopefully!" Rachel Brookes from SkyUK waved me goodbye and I forced a smile.
"I go and change, then I’ll be back in the garage." Julie only nodded and left me alone. I changed and grabbed my phone, returning to the garage, where I grabbed a headset and sat down, watching the race. Charles did well, he didn’t struggle as much as he anticipated it. He battled with George more than once, switching between P2 and P3. Unfortunately Valtteri had to retire his car in lap 55 due to an . And our garage went dead silent. No one spoke, we all just watched how a mad Valtteri returned back to the garage, thanking the whole team, plopping down next to me. I patted his back and he sighed.
"Not the best weekend for us."
"Nope absolutely not." I chuckled bitterly and watched how Charles came closer to Max, but George also closer to Charles. Another lap gone as Charles reported that his tyres were gone and he was right, he slipped around the track and I wished the race was over every couple of seconds. And when it finally was, Max had won his home Grand Prix, with George in P2 and Charles in P3.
"Hey Lizzie." Joris hugged me when I joined him, waiting for Charles "Sorry about your race."
"Don’t worry, it’s okay." I said and he put his arm around my shoulder.
"Next week in Monza you’ll be back on the podium."
"If you say so!" I laughed and he squeezed my shoulder, right as Charles parked his car and got out.
"I know so!" Joris said, determined and I nodded.
"Okay. I believe in your words!"
Charles thanked his team when he saw me, taking his helmet off and Joris pushed me right into him.
"Good job, Charlie!" I smiled and he pulled me into him.
"I’m so sorry that your race ended this early, cara mia." he whispered and I nodded "Are you okay? Did you crash out?"
"No?" I sighed, he didn’t know what happened "I had to retire because my side pod was slashed open…" he pulled away, looking at me with big eyes.
"What happened?"
"Umm… I overtook George and Carlos right at the start and- well when Carlos had the chance to overtake he drove straight into me." I could see the wheels turning in his head, his look changing from confusion to anger.
"I had no idea…" he began but I shook my head.
"It doesn’t matter, it’s done! You go celebrate your P3 now! Come on!" I cheered him on and he hugged me before he walked off.
"It sucks, sure, but it is what it is." I sighed and Charles shook his head.
"It’s unfair! He didn’t even get a penalty? He went straight into you!" Charles was pacing back and forth "I honestly don’t know why he targets you all the damn time? What did you do to him?"
"I was honest? Criticised the team for favouring him in races where they shouldn’t have? I don’t know and I don’t care…"
"Lizzie… I don’t want you guys ruining each other’s races over and over again…" he sighed and sat down next to me.
"I never did anything! Tell him!"
"I already did! But I will have a talk with him again… this is getting out of hand."
"Next weekend is Monza. He will try everything to leave me behind…"
"Yeah. Monza."
"Don’t worry. I will only say nice things about Ferrari." I rolled my eyes.
"Lizzie…" he began but I leaned into him, putting my head on his shoulder.
"It’s okay, I really try my best to not say anything… I did it last week, I did it this week, even after your teammate ended my race, next week I’ll just do the same."
"I hate asking that of you." Charles sighed and kissed my head.
"You’re not asking for it, I’m just doing it… I know how Ferrari works. I don’t want to get you into trouble."
"What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered and I laughed and sat up, looking into his eyes.
"You’re the perfect guy, that’s what you did!" I kissed his cheek.
"Oh come on!" he laughed "When I’m the perfect guy, then you’re the perfect girl!"
"Probably not but okay." Charles rolled his eyes and pulled me into him.
"I just want this day to be over and fly back home, have a nice and relaxing day with you before the Monza madness starts." he whispered against my neck.
"Me too."
"I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay here. Stupid meeting."
"It will be alright. Come on. Off you go." I laughed and he groaned but got up.
"Okay. But only if I get a kiss." he sighed dramatically and I chuckled, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer.
"If you insist." I sighed and put my lips onto his pillowy ones. He kissed me softly and I smiled into our kiss.
"Now I have the energy to leave…" he kissed my nose and straightened his back "I’ll pick you up." I nodded and he left.
After a couple of moments I got up as well, when I saw someone approaching me cautiously. As soon as I saw who it was, I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"Lizzie." her voice overly sweet.
"Sylvia, how can I help you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why would you be lurking around behind the Audi hospitality if you’re not looking for me?"
"I’m not lurking around. I was looking for Charles."
"You just missed him."
"Good."
"Good." I said and turned a little, but she didn’t move "Just say whatever you have to say."
"Next weekend is important for us. Our team. As well as our drivers."
"I’m aware."
"We can’t have negative media attention."
"Wouldn’t be too good for you."
"So you agree?
"Agree?"
"That you shouldn’t be criticising Ferrari at this special weekend?"
"Ahhh, now we get to it. You want me to stay silent."
"Yes."
"You know, if Ferrari won’t fuck up, I will stay silent. It’s as easy as that." before she could reply I walked away.
I wouldn’t say anything about Ferrari, for Charles, I knew how much Monza meant to him. But Sylvia didn’t need to know that.
Little Note:
Chapter 24 - Well, nothing special happened here. I had some anons regarding my chapter length, so I tried to keep it a little shorter than usually this time. I also was asked about how and if Lizzie’s period would affect her on a race weekend. So I tried to bring it in a little. I googled a little and also talked with friends about well their period 😅 as someone who never had any issues at all, I had to find some sources 🤷🏻♀️
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Too bad | Smut Fernando Alonso x reader
tw: language,sex
It was one a FIA Prize Giving Ceremony this night and Fernando seemed so excited for it.He knew he will get an award.We have just arrived in Bologna in our hotel.As soon as we got into our hotel room we were getting ready for the Gala.I didn’t know what to even wear.I chose the classic champagne dress and Fernando was wearing a beautiful tuxedo.We sprinted to Alonso’s beautiful Ferrari Testarossa.He opened the door for me and we finally went to the gala.”You look very pretty today Cariño” Fernando said to me placing his hand on my thigh.When we arrived a thousand of papparazzi’s where around, Fernando locked hands with me and he was leading me through the crowd.We got to the red carpet andI got interviewed.
Interview
“Y/N you look great today!Would you tell us where your dress is from?”
“Thank you so much!Uhm the dress is Custom made by Donatella Versace.Big thanks to her.”
“Wonderful dress for such an evening don’t you think mr. Alonso?”
“Mhm yeah, too bad the dress won’t last long”My eyes went wide when he said that, knowing that he’s referring to having sex with me tonight
“Fernando!” I yelled, i quickly pulled him away from the journalist.
“Oh my god!You idiot, I can’t believe you just said that!” I said sarcastically
He just smirked at me and grabbed me by the waist.We were making our way in to the hall.We got seated by the waiter.The whole Ferrari team was here, and Jean teased us as always.After they gave all the awards we were just chatting at our table.Fernando got one too!And he was pretty happy about it but i could sense that he was bored.I was chatting with Kimi when Fernando squeezed my thigh.He gave me those puppy eyes and I knew he was bored.
“C’mon you wanna do something fun?” Fernando dragged me, he caught me by my wrist and we started walking fast.
“Hey! You forgot i’m walking in these heels?”I said but he didn’t seem to care.
He opened the doors for me to the private bathroom on the second floor.Everyone was at the hall at their table I just hopped that they won’t notice that we’re not there.
“Y/N i’m bored and I need your help” Fernando whimpered while placing kisses on my neck.
“I figured..”
His kisses got rougher at the point i started moaning.He pushed my body onto his and we started making out more and more.
“Jesus don’t rip the dress! I barked while Fernando was taking it off not caring if he ruins it.
“I’ll get you a new one” He threw the dress on the floor and pinned me against the wall.I don’t even know what had gotten into him but he was just very desperate.I knew he needed me.
“Oh fuck Nando”
He was holding me with one hand and with other he massaged my thigh and soon he got closer and closer.He loved teasing me and that’s what he did.He teased the fuck out of me until I demanded that he fucks me.He put two fingers in me and kept pleasuring me while he gave me soft pecks on my stomach.I couldn’t help but to moan.He looked at me and asked.
“y/n you have a condom?”
“uhm no, you?”
“Fuck”
I pulled him by his Neck and we locked eye contact “Listen I’ll let you do me without the condom but never again, understood?”
Nando just nodded with his head in agreeing.He pulled his fingers out.
“Bent over y/n” He said in a serious tone
I did what he demanded and I just held onto the sink.Soon I felt him inside of me.”Shit” I said clenching my teeth.Soon he started going slow.”Fuck y/n, fuck” He murmured.He places his warm hands on my waist and he picked up a pace.I kept moaning, Fernando felt so good right now.He didn’t let a noise out.But he did look a little bit paranoid if someone could hear us.”Cariño I love it when you scream my name but please don’t yell” He said whispering into my ear softly.I nodded but I couldn’t help myself. “Nando. Nando I’m close” I said already feeling my legs shaking.I think he noticed it too so he just pulled his member out and cummed on my stomach.He leaned on to kiss me.We were both out of breath and honestly I felt so tired.I collapsed down on to the floor and he just sat besides me holding me close.
“So you weren’t kidding when you said that thing to the journalist, huh?” I said catching my breath, I could feel my heart beating.
“Did I look like I was kidding?” He asked me,He lifted my chin with his thumb and looked at me deeply.
“Te amo cariño”
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cuddle quota
♡ pairing: steven x reader
♡ genre : fluff
♡ word count : .5k
♡ warnings : none, this is pure
♡ summary : there’s no one who can cheer you up quite like steven grant
♡ an : just something quick and short!
You woke up briefly when two arms slithered under your body and lifted you up. You whined in annoyance and confusion until a soft voice whispered an apology. Too tired to argue, you sniffled and allowed your intruder to rearrange you and lay you on top of a warm and sturdy surface. You eagerly snuggled into the addictive heat and inhaled the sweet scent that wrapped around you.
“That’s it, go back to sleep, love,” a warm voice encouraged. They settled a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, gently coaxing you to loosen up and relax. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
You nuzzled into soft skin before finally agreeing with the voice and allowing yourself to give into your exhaustion.
When you finally came to, you shifted back and quickly realized the surface you were laid out on was a person. Which would have been cause for panic, had you not immediately recognized the body underneath you.
“Well, good morning, teddy bear. Done hibernating?”
Steven.
You smiled and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend’s nose. “I could go another few hours. When did you get back?”
Steven glanced over to the clock on his side table and frowned. “Bout an hour ago. You were out for a while.”
“So you decided to get your cuddle quota in?”
“You were so cute, I couldn’t help myself.” He said with a grin, stroking a hand down your spine.
You hummed and tilted your head up in a silent request for a kiss, which Steven immediately obliged. “How was work?”
“Ugh,” Steven said, groaning and throwing his head back. “Trash. Donna is being… herself. And the new guy is really killing me. Honestly, if I wasn’t suffering because of it, I’d find his ability to look busy while actually getting nothing done impressive.
“I’m sorry,” you frowned, stroking his hair out of his face. “Should I beat him up for you?”
“Sure, I’ll hold him down and you punch,” Steven chuckled as he traced his fingers along your jawline. “How was your day, love?”
“Also trash. But I got to wake up to your precious face, so definitely a net win for the day.”
Steven shifted up on the couch and tilted his head, knitting his brows together. “Did your parents call?”
You winced. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that.”
“Guessing it wasn’t good?”
“When is it ever good?” You asked rhetorically. You draped an arm over your eyes and sighed. “It’s whatever. At least you’re here now.”
Steven scrunched his nose up, an expression you were familiar with as his ‘thinking face’. “Do you have anything you want to get done today?”
“I was thinking about returning some library books and going grocery shopping. Why?”
“I was thinking we could get chocolate, marathon watch documentaries about ancient Egypt, and just be alone together. No distractions, no crappy coworkers, no overbearing parents. Just you and me. Would you be down for that? Errands first, of course.”
You bit back a smile. Steven always seemed to know how to handle you and your moods. You weren’t sure what you’d do without him.
“I love you.”
Steven smiled, his eyes full of the warmth he reserved for only you. “I love you more.”
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