#in my notes app and the next morning i was just like. What the fuck did i mean by that.
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glass animals lyrics are only meant to be understood by stoned people or gay people. if you’re both then you get to start hearing shapes and seeing the hat man.
#black mambo sounds like a rectangle. if you even care.#sorry i just got a google photos memory of the time last year i was high out of my mind at 5am and wrote a detailed analysis of cocoa hoove#in my notes app and the next morning i was just like. What the fuck did i mean by that.#but then a week later realized hey maybe i was on to something here ?????#i somehow managed to thread all of zaba together and was like oh guys intruxx is the world of noise mentioned in pools#so side a is before entering the jungle (considering the truth) and side b is entering the jungle (confronting the truth)#and then bla bla plato’s allegory of the cave and all that#but then i wrote that jdnt mirrors walla walla????? with the “take my hand” line so it’s all a cycle#i also somehow connected the crackling synth at the end of cocoa hooves to icarus’ wings setting on fire.#and then said “i think this is about mental illness” and DIDN’T ELABORATE so who knows#glass animals#maya.txt
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how do you think svt would subtly let you know they have feelings for you? 🥺🫣 or how they’d confess?
first of all, my sincere apologies for taking a year to answer this… but a couple nights ago i woke up at 2am, scrolled through my requests, and yours ended up inspiring these voicemails. thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy 🖤
thank you @un-love for helping me assign these🫶🫶🫶🫶
voicemails seventeen leave you, hinting feelings
seungcheol: “hey…a lot was said last night…it’s important that you know how proud of you i am for opening up to me. it’s just…you have to know that… my home is yours for however long you need. there are clean sheets on the guest bed, but i know you prefer my mattress…we can switch- i just want you to be comfortable, not to worry about anything, ok? i hope i see you when i get home tonight. or if you want me to meet you at his—yours, i’d be happy to.”
jeonghan: “hey, are you ok? you looked upset last night, and i tried to show i noticed without… showing i noticed. you left earlier than i expected with lia, so i didn’t get a chance to ask. then hoshi was fucking wasted, so i was trying to get him home in one piece. let me know, please.”
joshua: “morning, let me know what time you’d like to leave tonight. the party starts at 8, but i don’t think it’s really going to start until 8:30. we could get dinner before if you want? and it’s ok if you forget a cardigan. now i keep one in my car in case we end up on a balcony.”
jun: “you’re probably freaking out, but your laptop is here. it’s fully charged. i can bring it to you. i know you have classes friday afternoon… if you use your ipad instead, come over after. i’ll make you dinner.”
soonyoung: “at this point, i need to keep your grocery store list on my notes app or something. it doesn’t matter where i am or what grocery store i find myself inside, i’m immediately wondering what you need. i end up getting things i know you’ll like… tampons too and those pads with the wings. i started keeping them in different bags i use because i never know which one i’ll have when i see you. i know it’s silly because you always have something with you just in case, but… i don’t know. i don’t want to be completely helpless. now i feel bad for my sister. is that weird? i never did this for her. i should have. i hope her boyfriend does.”
wonwoo: “i think you’re asleep, but i wanted to remind you to take another dosage of pain medicine when you wake up. it’s been twelve hours, and i know how forgetful you can get in that post-sleep haze.”
jihoon: “it’s so sunny here. i’m sending some to you for your birthday. missing your birthday… how the hell did that end up happening? i’m definitely not incredibly upset about it either… happy birthday. tell me all about your day when you get this. if i don’t answer, leave a detail in your voicemail” *whisper sings happy birthday*.
seokmin: “hey you. so i’m at the cafe, and i ordered a chai latte for you before realizing i didn’t know how much longer you’ll be. if it’s cold by the time you get here, i’ll order you another or see if they have a microwave. i think some customers are staring me down because i’m a single man occupying a table. please hurry. kindly. i say that so kindly.”
mingyu: “is it absolutely ridiculous to believe you… some part of you manifests in willow trees? i think of you, and i see one. it’s happened too many times to be a coincidence, even in other countries. i’ve taken pictures, so you have to believe me.”
minghao: “—you have to come with me next time.”
seungkwan: “do you want to be my date to my sister’s wedding? it’s not a big deal. i mean, it is, but i know how anxious you can get about things like this, so i want you to know it’s not a big deal… did you believe that for a second?”
hansol: “there’s going to be an indoor pop-up market two blocks from your apartment on saturday. i took a picture of the flyer through the car window, but it came out all blurry, and i’m running late for a schedule. this is a reminder for myself to make sure the details reach you. i also want to go with you if you decide to go… if you can go.”
chan: “can we change our friday night plans to saturday? i’m so sorry. my mom has an appointment, and i offered to drive her before my brain caught up and realized the day and time she’s scheduled. i don’t think i’ll make it back early enough, and i don’t want to leave her either, you know? she’s having a little procedure done. i want to be around just in case… because i’m worried about it. i didn’t think i’d be this worried. call me when you get this.”
bonus: “i’m around the corner from your place, and i have the tokyo hoodie with me. it’s your week, it’s freshly washed, so let me know if you’re home. i’ll drop it off.”
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen reactions#seventeen imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen blurbs#seventeen drabbles#seungcheol scenarios#jeonghan scenarios#joshua scenarios#jun scenarios#soonyoung scenarios#wonwoo scenarios#jihoon scenarios#seokmin scenarios#mingyu scenarios#minghao scenarios#seungkwan scenarios#hansol scenarios#chan scenarios
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i’d kill you if i loved you less hard - jude bellingham | instagram files
summary: your relationship with jude is complicated but that doesn’t stop you both from wreaking havoc online
pairing: situationship!jude bellingham x singer!reader
face claim: gracie abrams
notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is based on an ask i got in my hey jude :) tag and i just had to do it. pictures are not mine, credit to the original owners
yourusername
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yourusername thank u to the fan who gave me this hat u made my night🤠this has been an incredible few weeks!!
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user1 so so pretty
user2 I HAD THE BEST TIME TONIGHT
judebellingham u wearing that tiara so everyone knows ur a pillow princess🤨
↳yourusername i work for it
↳judebellingham i’ve seen socks move more than u
↳yourusername maybe u just bore me
user3 please please sing 21 at the next tour🫶🏻🫶🏻
bestfriendsuser u slayed as always
judebellingham save a horse, ride a cowgirl
↳yourusername u saying u wanna ride me?
↳judebellingham i mean if ur offering🤷
↳user4 JUDE??
vogue 🩷
braedenlemasters cowboy hats on stage is my thing.
↳yourusername but i look prettier :)
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judebellingham huge game, huge win. enjoy the break❤️
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yourusername okay whore
↳judebellingham pot meet kettle
↳yourusername kinda mean :(
↳judebellingham thought u liked being my whore
↳yourusername more delusional than ur fans
user4 ^^^very weird
gioreyna my brother❤️
user5 🥰🥰🥰
user6 thighs🤤🤤🤤
↳yourusername exactly what i’ve been saying
↳judebellingham get a grip
jackgrealish come to city x
yourusername be honest what will it take for u to yell at me like this
↳gioreyna u have no shame🙄
↳yourusername if you’d have taken me on that date i wouldn’t have had to lower my standards like this
↳user7 girl stick to singing these boys ain’t shit
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yourusername it’s supposed to be fun turning 21 or wtv
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jobebellingham wonder who that could be
↳yourusername it could possibly be ur dad
↳jobebellingham fuck off u worm
user8 happy birthday favourite girl
user9 HAPPY BDAY❤️
user10 are we gonna just ignore the boy in her bed?
↳user11 it’s jude it’s a common occurrence tbh
judebellingham happy birthday ig
judebellingham suppose u look kinda fit
↳yourusername i distinctly remember u telling me this morning that i’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen
↳judebellingham i say daft things when my dicks in ur mouth
↳karim_adeyemi there’s other people on this app u know
bestfriendsuser happy bday girly looking as hot as always ily <3
bestfriendsuser im gonna act like that third slide doesn’t exist for my own sanity
↳yourusername probably shouldn’t open my snaps then
user12 this feels like a relationship announcement
↳yourusername it’s not.
user13 spending her birthday together but they’re NOT dating🤨
↳yourusername we just hang out sometimes🙃
↳trentarnold66 hang out🤣🤣
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judebellingham views were nice
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user14 wtf??
user15 is she his girlfriend
yourusername don’t tell anyone but u look really pretty rn
yourusername why’d u post the pic where u can’t actually see my arse
↳judebellingham because i don’t want people looking at ur arse
user16 so much for not dating
reecejames u two are foul
bestfriendsuser is someone gonna explain how this happened
↳judebellingham when two people really like each other they do nice things together
↳bestfriendsuser i really fkn hate u
user17 my girls getting corrupted :(
gioreyna 🥰🥰🥰
↳judebellingham 😘😘😘
gioreyna mr and mrs “it’s not serious”
↳yourusername it’s not serious🙄he’s just got a big bank account
↳judebellingham tell him what else is big babe
user18 ^^^ i hate seeing this stuff
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masonmount GO MARIO
↳yourusername thanks 4 being my luigi🫶🏻🫶🏻
↳judebellingham mason’s like 4ft shouldn’t it be the other way round?
masonmount 🍒🍒
↳user19 MASON?? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN
↳user20 i’m sure they’re just friends
↳user21 i really don’t like her
masonmount i still feel a little sick and my ears won’t stop ringing
↳judebellingham aren’t u too old for go karting??
user22 i swear she was with jude
↳user23 she’s got a type apparently
bestfriendsuser this i can get behind
↳yourusername shhh🤭🤭
user24 i am so in love with u
oliviarodrigo girl how are u so HOT
↳user25 collab soon🙏
jobebellingham that sunburn looks painful
↳judebellingham bro why are u here
↳jobebellingham she’s upset with u not me🤷
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jobebellingham give it a rest🤣
yourusername first shirts ugly
↳judebellingham really? cos it got me laid
↳yourusername did it fuck u were in my dms all night
user26 u look SO good omg
user27 him using the same caption as y/n they’re definitely fighting
↳user28 i think they broke up tbh
↳user29 they were never together😭
erling.haaland good looking fella
↳judebellingham all u big guy❤️
bvb09 the coldest🥶
user000 the best week with u
↳judebellingham u know it🤪
↳yourusername oh?
↳bestfriendsuser oh??
↳yourusername but he was “missing me”
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user30 ^^ these two are so messy
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yourusername hot girl healing
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judebellingham gorgeous😍😍
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judebellingham ur arse looks good in these jeans
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judebellingham answer ur phone bro
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jennaortega obsessed with the first pic
↳yourusername me when i kiss u
user31 we all saw jude’s comments
user32 so so pretty u deserve the absolute world
user33 y/n heartbreak era??? new music coming???
↳user34 i don’t want her to be sad but we NEED new music
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masonmount nice jeans
↳user34 not again🙄🙄
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gioreyna can u heal a little faster i’m getting bored
user36 u are my idol <3
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judebellingham good to be back😁
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bvb09 Let’s go!!⚫️🟡
user37 y/n still liking his pics👀
karim_adeyemi cute
user38 i wanna give him a rose :(
kalvinphillips most i’ve seen u smile
gioreyna should give that rose to someone else
↳bestfriendsuser she needs a lot more than that
↳gioreyna it’s time he started breaking bank
↳yourusername i wanna date u instead🤭
↳judebellingham you’re off limits.
↳yourusername mason didn’t think so
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sanchooo10 big things to come🙏
↳judebellingham come back dortmund bro
↳sanchooo10 👀👀
adidasfootball ⭐️
user39 petition for u to come to everton
yourusername ur beard looks like pubes
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yourusername big girls don’t cry🙃
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yourusername ps. new music is cooking
sadiesink HOT girls don’t cry
sadiesink especially over mediocre men
↳yourusername especially not men who use bunny ears to tie their laces
user40 new music new music new music
user41 show us ur tattoo!!!!
↳gioreyna it’s a portrait of me
↳yourusername a nude portrait🤭
user42 the way jude is nowhere to be seen
trentarnold66 can i get tickets to ur next gig?
↳yourusername will u hook me up w aitch?
↳trentarnold66 suppose so if u play nice
user43 prettiest and sweetest girl ever <3
user44 u were too good for him anyway
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gioreyna @.jobebellingham stop being a little shit🤣
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three weeks later.
yourusername added to their story!
↳ judebellingham replied to your story!
jude:
u wanna show me
what’s under that top?
you:
not particularly
jude:
don’t be mean
u don’t miss me?
i missed u
you:
missed me or
missed fucking me
jude:
both
i wanna see u
no one’s home
you:
i’m busy
jude:
with mason?
you:
no
jude:
so come over
i know u need me to fuck u
you:
i can’t think of anything worse
jude:
oh really?
i remember u were
begging me two weeks ago
to fuck u in that club
bathroom
seemed like u really
needed it
you:
no idea what ur
talking about
jude:
come over and i’ll
jog ur memory
c’mon pretty girl
let me show u how
much i’ve missed u
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judebellingham call her easy
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yourusername too far
↳judebellingham i’ve got a list of other things to call u but my mum follows me
↳yourusername 🤨🤨
user45 no fucking way
yourusername why would u post that last pic
↳judebellingham so everyone knows how good u are for me
↳yourusername just gagged🥴🥴
↳judebellingham come gag on something else
reecejames surely not bro
↳judebellingham i don’t see what’s wrong
user46 she does seem kinda easy tbf
↳user47 and jude doesn’t?
jobebellingham mate u could’ve kept these private
bestfriendsuser poor barnaby😢😢
↳yourusername dw i cleaned him :))
↳bestfriendsuser i literally cannot stand u
↳judebellingham i left u a little present for next time ur in him
↳bestfriendsuser ur fucking VILE man
↳judebellingham THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
gioreyna u can take that virgin ring off now
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yourusername stream i should hate you, out friday!
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user48 ur so beautiful… and he’s there
judebellingham tell me ur joking
judebellingham i can sue u for defamation
↳yourusername baby that’s such a big word for u🥺
↳judebellingham i’d be more annoyed if u didn’t look so pretty
↳bestfriendsuser embarrassing👎
user49 FINALLY NEW MUSIC
user50 so SO excited i can’t wait
judebellingham can we talk about how fit i look here tho
↳yourusername no we can’t
jennaortega oh i’m SEATED for this
gioreyna i don’t think u understand how badly i regret introducing u two
↳yourusername you’d be terribly bored without our drama
↳gioreyna yeah but i’d still have my sanity
user51 i just know this new music is gonna top anything else this year
user52 u look gorgeous!! i hope you’ve found happiness
↳jobebellingham don’t count on it
masonmount cant wait to listen💙
↳judebellingham bro have some shame
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judebellingham so proud of you angel🤍
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user53 OMG???
user54 is this the official announcement
yourusername i love u ig
↳judebellingham c’mon u can do better than that
↳yourusername why don’t u come home and i’ll show u just how much i love u
user55 oh she’s gorgeous
user56 jude we want ur girlfriend
reecejames congrats man
gioreyna ur punching clearly
jobebellingham u lasted a whole 12 hours before telling everyone
↳judebellingham ur acting like everyone didn’t already know
user57 this is actually adorable
user58 i want what they have🥺
↳jobebellingham trust me u don’t
masonmount happy for you two!
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↳yourusername do u have to be so petty
↳judebellingham yeah he tried to fuck my girl
↳yourusername MOVE ON
#jude bellingham#hey jude :)#situationship!jude#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham smut#jude bellingham blurb#jude bellingham fic#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham x reader
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Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)
part 7 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part || next part
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
summary: Aemond realizes he messed things up with you and attempts to reconcile at the summer carnival.
word count: 5.5k
rating: Mature/Explicit/18+
warnings below the cut!
warnings: language, exhibitionism, oral (fem-receiving), fingering, kissing
note: im starting to become obsessed with them ngl 🧍🏻♀️
dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
as always, comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated but not expected ❤️
AEMOND POV
Aemond knew he had fucked up.
Royally, fucked up.
Something he finds himself doing quite often. It had been several days since the hot tub incident. Several days since he’d last spoken to her. Aemond glances at his phone again, watching the time change as Helaena hurries down the stairs.
“Morning,” she calls, tossing her phone onto the couch and stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh.
“It’s noon,” Aemond tells her.
“Where’s Y/N?” Helaena asks, sliding onto the couch next to him.
She lets her feet hang off the edge of the armrest, her neck straining over the cushion as though she’s about to topple off of the sofa altogether. It looks quite uncomfortable, and wildly different from Aemond’s rigid posture as he frowns over his phone.
“How should I know?”
“You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?” Helaena muses, playing with a strand of her hair, “You usually have your companions over more frequently, if I recall.”
Trying to, Aemond thinks to himself, his jaw clenched. If she’d return my calls.
“She’s upset with me,” Aemond admits, tossing his phone to the side. It’s always been hard to keep the truth from Helaena.
Helaena makes a noise of contempt.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll fix it. You’re clever that way,” Hel encourages, “Perhaps a grand gesture of sorts? Something Austen-esque.”
A phone buzzes on the sofa. Aemond checks his anyway, though he knows it’s Hel’s as she reaches for it.
“It’s whatever,” Aemond lies through his teeth, “Plenty of girls around for the summer.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” Helaena says, twisting her body so she’s upright on the couch, “Can you calm down the fuckboy-sona for five fucking minutes?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Aemond says, shrugging.
Helaena rolls her eyes.
“Okay Egg,” she says with a sneer, “Manwhoring doesn’t look good on you Aem. It’s not in your nature. Doesn’t suit you at all.”
“Suits my cock just fine,” he says, causing Helaena to make a face of disgust.
“Gross,” she says, nose still scrunched, “It’s not you.”
Aemond doesn’t answer. Just glances at his phone again. The time greets him, but no other notifications. He opens Instagram, trying to avoid Helaena’s piercing gaze. As the app opens, he notices your profile picture, signifying you’ve posted a story. He shamelessly clicks on it, revealing you were at Seasnake Scoops seven minutes ago.
Perfect.
“Are you in the mood for ice cream?” Aemond asks, changing the subject and rising from the couch.
Helaena’s frown deepens.
“Aemond-”
“Hel, unless you’re saying yes or no to ice cream, just drop it,” he snaps, moving quickly to leave the room.
“Oh fuck you,” Helaena says, rising from the couch and following him, “You’re just scared Aemond! Fucking scared.”
He hears every word, though he pretends he doesn’t as the front door slams shut behind him, leaving Helaena alone in the house.
The last time Aemond Targaryen was in Seasnake Scoops it was not a pleasant experience. He’d been around thirteen years old at the time, and Aegon had assured him that Cece Lannister was waiting, expecting a date with him.
Aemond remembered how nervous he felt. Though Cece wasn’t his cup of tea, she was beautiful, smart, and held the social status and respect that Aemond craved. A date with Cece was sure to turn the tide for him.
He’d waited all afternoon for her. Seated at a table, knee bouncing uncontrollably with nerves. As people wandered in and out, the lady lion never made an appearance. It was Rhaenyra who found him as the sun began to set, seated on the curb outside the ice cream shop.
It had all been a joke, he’d realized once he entered the house. Aegon was in stitches until his mother smacked him upside the head and yelled at him. Aemond had stayed solemn, walking straight to his room without speaking.
They are always going to laugh at you, he thought to himself.
Standing outside the ice cream shop left a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Seasnake Scoops was unopposing in itself; it was the memories that haunted it. A small ice cream shop with some tables outside, with blue and white umbrellas offering some shade. There was indoor seating as well with air conditioning.
Aemond stared at the people in line to order, scanning the small crowd for you. The nervous feeling returned being surrounded by all these people, remembering Cece.
Until he saw her.
She had turned her head, reaching for some napkins as the cashier handed her a soft serve twist in a cone covered in rainbow sprinkles. She smiles politely, thanking them before licking a stripe up the side of the frozen treat. There’s something so sweet about the way her eyes light up, Aemond finds himself smiling as she licks her lips.
She turns to leave the line and his eye meets hers. It’s as though someone switches off the light behind her eyes completely.
Cold is the only way to describe the look she awards him, as her mouth falls into a straight line. Aemond only holds her gaze for a moment before she looks towards the ground and begins to quicken her pace. But Aemond is faster.
“Y/N,” he calls, blocking her path back up the stairs inside.
She sighs, avoiding his gaze, assessing whether or not she can squeeze around him.
“Move,” she tells him.
“You’re not answering my texts,” he says, confusion evident in his voice, “Or my calls.”
“Yeah,” she says, “Maybe you should take the hint.”
“I haven’t heard from you all week.”
“I’m trying to eat my ice cream Aemond,” she tells him, “What are you stalking me now?”
“Viewing an Instagram story is hardly a punishable offense,” he tells her.
“Just a reminder to block you later,” she tells him.
Aemond’s heart sinks at her words. There’s no playful banter in her tone, no note of excitement. She’s deadly serious.
“Goodbye,” she tells him, moving past him.
You’re losing her, he realizes. Do something.
“I didn’t mean it,” Aemond says suddenly, “Y/N, I didn’t mean what I-”
“You know what, Aemond?” she says, her gaze icy, “I don’t care what you meant or didn’t mean. I care about what you said.”
Aemond’s chest tightens at her words. She’s standing tall, the ice cream beginning to drip down the cone between her small fingers. She ignores it if she even notices, but Aemond’s eye follows the sticky river beginning to form. He gets a sudden urge to lick the mess from her hand and pull her towards him covering her in sticky kisses.
Seven hells. Stop it.
Aemond blinks as she turns away, before giving him one last lingering look.
“Will is waiting for me,” she tells him, and the ache in his chest grows.
“Will?” he asks, the one-syllable tasting like poison on his tongue.
“Yes, Will,” she says, annoyance in her tone, “People who like each other go on dates. They date each other. I know that must be a foreign concept to you.”
Aemond says nothing, just clenches his teeth so tightly together his jaw begins to ache.
“Maybe give Floris a ring or one of your other friends. I’m sure there’s someone convenient for you,” she says, turning and walking away.
Aemond lets her go, watching as she goes inside Seasnake Scoops, the door slamming shut behind her. The second time in his life he’s been left alone there.
READER POV
“You can’t do this!” Baela’s voice calls from the hallway, “You can’t make me!”
You quickly leap out of bed at the sound of your best friend’s distress, opening the door and flying down the stairs. After your run-in with Aemond, you’d returned to your room to sulk for the majority of the afternoon.
Baela stands below, arms crossed, tear tracks running down her cheeks. Rhaenys stands in front of her, hands folded, a stern expression on her face.
“Baela, it is one dinner-”
“It’s always one dinner,” Baela says, through her teeth, “One dinner, then another, then ‘we have to all go together Baela, as a family’,” she deepens her voice to the likeness of her father, “Like I want to go to that stupid gala and pretend everything is fucking fine!”
Rhaenys moved forward, taking Baela’s hands in her own.
“You’re angry,” she says to her softly, “You have every right to be. But don’t shut him out, dōna jorrāelagon (sweet love). Not when he’s finally trying.”
“For her,” Baela says, quietly, “He’s trying for her.”
“Rhaenyra is trying as well,” Rhaenys assures her, “You are not replacing your mother by letting her in.”
Baela yanks her hands away, angry tears spilling from her eyes. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.
“I can’t forgive him,” Baela insists, “I can’t do it. I can’t forgive her either.”
“I’m not asking you to,” Rhaenys says, “I’m asking you to try.”
“This is me trying,” Baela snarls, “Staying away, letting them play happy family! That is me trying!”
Rhaenys purses her lips.
“Laena would-”
“Don’t,” Baela warns, shaking her head, “Don’t you dare.”
Her voice has dropped to a whisper. Rhaenys sighs, looking toward the floor. The tension between grandmother and granddaughter could be cut with a knife. Rhaenys looks back at Baela, drinking in her angered expression.
“You’re so much like her,” Rhaenys muses softly, before reaching out and stroking her cheek, “Full of so much fire.”
“I’m not going,” Baela insists.
“You are,” Rhaenys says, “I’ll hear no more of it. You can go to the carnival after.”
“Y/N will be all alone!” Baela says, pointing at you.
Rhaenys gives you an unimpressed look, but you nod quickly. Anything to help your best friend.
Though Rhaenys doesn’t look like she buys it for one second.
“I’m sure Y/N will be fine for a couple of hours,” Rhaenys says, raising an eyebrow at you.
“She’s going to get lost,” Baela says, and you agree.
Rhaenys gives you a stern glance, one only a grandmother can deliver. Baela loops her arm through yours, holding her chin high. You crack first under Rhaenys glare.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay for a little bit,” you say quietly.
Rhaenys smiles at her success as Baela drops your arm with a groan. You give her an apologetic smile, knowing you’ve doomed her to another dinner with her father and stepmother.
You arrive at the carnival just as the sun goes down. It’s already crowded with people, the lights from all the rides making everyone glow with neon colors. The smell of fried food and the sound of laughter fills the air as you wade through the sea of people. You decided on a simple baby blue sundress, styling your hair off of your shoulders. It’s been so hot recently, you can’t stand the feeling of having your hair down.
You glance at your phone, though Helaena has yet to respond. You promised you’d meet her at the main ticket stand.
The minutes tick by and you’re still standing with a rope of red tickets when your phone buzzes letting you know that Helaena had fallen asleep after losing track of time. You sigh, checking your other messages. There’s one from Will asking to meet up later paired with an emoji of a Ferris wheel.
You want to smile, but your stomach turns instead. You can’t help but think of Aemond. Will is nice, very sweet, but it was evident after your ice cream date that you don’t have much in common. And there’s no spark.
When you told Baela, she’d raised an eyebrow at you.
“Spark?” she questioned.
“You know,” you tell her, talking with your hands as you tried to explain, “That feeling just, deep in your gut. Like being pulled to another person. Something that just feels…..right.”
That wasn’t there with Will. And you couldn’t fake a spark.
You sigh, tilting your head back and looking around, trying to determine what you should get to snack on while waiting for Helaena. A booth advertising fried Oreos piques your interest before a tall silver head catches your eye.
Something in your gut tightens with an intense need as you watch Aemond say something to Aegon. He’s wearing all black, as he often is. It’s as though Aemond is allergic to color. He hasn’t seen you yet, and you don’t know whether you hope he does or doesn’t.
You need to be firm, to hold the boundary you set with him. He doesn’t get to disrespect you like that. No matter how attracted to him you are. You may like Aemond- you may like fucking Aemond- but you love yourself more.
His head turns and you look away before meeting those violet and blue eyes. You don’t know how strong your resolve will be if he looks at you again.
“Having fun?” a voice calls, causing you to turn and meet the sapphire eyes of Floris Baratheon.
She looks gorgeous, though you can’t imagine a time when she doesn’t; clad in a skin-tight green dress with her dark curls pulled into a high ponytail. You force a smile as she walks closer, a concerned look in her cobalt eyes. Classic mean girl, Helaena had called her. She certainly looks the part but then again, all beautiful people do.
“Not really,” you admit, feeling your chest tighten.
“Me either,” she agrees, smiling softly, “Ellyn ditched me to hook up with Eddie Karstark behind the tilt-a-whirl. Can you believe?”
“That sucks,” you tell her. You hadn’t met Ellyn, but you’d seen her around the country club.
She gives you another small smile, following your gaze and landing on Aemond. Her smile drops as her lips form a tight line.
“Is he giving you the run around too?” she asks, looking back at you.
You can feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“Something like that,” you admit, letting your eyes fall to your feet.
“I’m sorry,” Floris says, “Seriously. It fucking sucks.”
“It’s my own fault,” you tell her, “I made things messy.”
“Aemond makes things messy,” Floris insists, “I don’t think he can help it. He’s emotionally stunted.”
“I think you’re right,” you agree.
Floris grabs your hand.
“C’mon,” she says, tugging you along.
“Where are we going?” you ask.
“Funnel cake,” she says, leading you through different booths, “We need funnel cake and then we need to shoot something. Or throw darts. Or both.”
You giggle and nod in agreement, letting her pull you along.
After eating all the funnel cake your body can handle and playing several rounds of balloon darts (something Floris is scarily good at) you make your way toward the Ferris wheel. It’s huge, the largest attraction at the carnival, with roomy compartments holding small groups of people.
Floris stops in front of it, glancing at you nervously. The change in demeanor makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“What is it?” you ask.
Floris’s cheeks turn a bright pink as she sighs, wetting her lips.
“Have you….heard any rumors about Aemond and me?” she asks, “or Aemond and my sisters?”
No of course not, you think to yourself. Cause that would be crazy, an incestuous orgy of beautiful girls and the ethereal man who fucks like a god? No fucking way.
You’d tried very hard not to think about that.
“No,” you tell her, shaking your head, “What rumor?”
Floris seems unconvinced by your white lie.
“People are gross,” she says, cheeks still darkened with blush, “Look nothing happened. It’s just-” she sighs, “The Ferris wheel is a very romantic spot.”
“Okay,” you tell her.
She nervously chews her lower lip, batting her lashes up at the Ferris wheel.
“So Aemond invited me to ride with him last summer,” she says, shaking her head, “And he kissed me because guys do that when they take you on the Ferris wheel.”
A kiss. An innocent, sweet little kiss. That’s all it was. Your heart hammers in your chest thinking of Aemond asking Floris, the romantic gesture of it all.
“That’s really sweet,” you tell her, smiling.
“It was,” she agrees, “Until I found out he did the same thing with Cassandra, Ellyn, and Maris.”
Oh. Well, there it is.
“Well, I mean Maris didn’t end up kissing him,” Floris corrects herself, “But Cass and El did. And do you know what Aemond told me when I confronted him about it?”
You shake your head.
“He said I was the best kisser. And if I wanted to be friends with benefits for the summer, that would be cool,” she says, crossing her arms, “I was so naive. So fucking flattered that of course, I agreed. I mean, who says no when Aemond Targaryen says he wants to fuck you?”
She bites the tip of her tongue, as though reminiscing just what fucking Aemond entails before shaking her head.
“Aemond Targaryen holds his own private kissing contest, and now I’m stuck with the rumor I had an orgy with my sisters,” she groans, “Fucking perfect.”
Damn. You can’t help but feel bad for Floris. That’s a skeevy thing Aemond did. She’s looking up at the Ferris Wheel as though she wants to melt it with lasers shooting from her eyes. You’ve begun to like Floris over the course of this evening. She could’ve been rude to you, mean even. You were fucking her ex-situationship after all.
But instead, she’d seen you upset and spent the rest of the evening with you. It’s your turn to return the favor.
“Ferris wheel orgy,” you say, matter-of-factly, “If anyone believes that, they’re fucked in the head. Totally not enough room in those carriages for all that” You wave your arm around for emphasis.
Floris bursts out into a laugh, reaching to cover her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but laugh along with her. Floris Baratheon is a-okay in your book.
“It’s fucking ridiculous,” she says snickering, “Guys will believe anything.”
“They’ve got holes in their brains,” you assure her.
Floris continues to laugh, shaking her head and wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. It feels good to laugh with her and forget about the drama surrounding you for a moment.
“For sure,” she agrees, “Ugh. Do you want to go on? I promise no kissing, and no orgies.”
You laugh again at her joke.
“Sure,” you tell her with a smile.
You walk up to the operator of the Ferris wheel and hand him your last two tickets. Everyone has exited the Ferris wheel, so you get in the first compartment. You move forward scooting onto one of the benches as Floris digs in her purse.
“Shit, I’m out!” she says with a groan, “I’ll go grab more, be right back!”
She flies down the stairs, hurrying over to the ticket booth. You glance at the conductor, knowing you must be holding up the line.
“Do you mind waiting?” you ask.
The twenty-something-year-old looks as if he’d rather be diving headfirst off a cliff than operating this ride, but he sighs dramatically and nods at your request. You clasp your hands in your lap when someone else enters the compartment and sits in the seat across from you.
Aemond.
“Out,” you tell him, frowning, “Seriously, Aemond I thought I was clear.”
“We need to talk,” Aemond insists.
“We talked at Scoops, I have nothing left to say to you,” you insist, before changing your mind, “You know what? Actually, I do. Kissing Floris and her sisters? Really?”
You swear Aemond’s cheeks flush, and he glances away momentarily, before reaching out and snapping toward the attendant.
“$50 to send us up now,” he tells him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fifty-dollar bill.
Your eyes widen.
“Aem-”
“And $50 more to stop us at the top. Fifteen minutes, tops,” Aemond finishes, adding another fifty between his slender fingers.
The attendant’s eyes bug out of his head as he takes the money, shutting the door of the carriage.
“No!” you say, watching the attendant return to the podium, “No! Dude, what about my friend? We have to wait for her!” Your voice is several pitches higher than you like, but it's due to being alone with Aemond.
The attendant raises an eyebrow at you.
“Got fifty bucks?” he asks.
Your eyebrows lift in shock.
“No!” you squeak, panic bubbling in your throat.
The attendant shrugs, throwing the handle forward making the Ferris wheel begin to move. Your jaw drops as you slowly begin to ascend and watch in horror as Floris returns, her expression mirrors yours as she notices Aemond in the carriage with you. You clutch the edge of the compartment, leaning over the edge as you start moving farther from the ground.
“Asshole!” you yell down to the attendant before sinking into your seat and crossing your arms and legs.
Aemond sits silently, though you know he must be gleeful about getting you alone. The compartments below you are empty, you’ve been sent up alone.
“Y/N,” he says, but you don’t look at him.
You just look over the side of the carriage at the rest of the carnival as everything begins to grow smaller and smaller. You can see the country club, the golf courses, the tents being set up for the gala. The lights from Driftmark and Dragonstone are even visible in the distance.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
That gets your attention. You whip your head towards him, watching him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You still don’t speak. Too angry, too hurt, too humiliated to say anything. Your brows are knit together, lips pressed into a tight line. No tears tonight, you cried enough over him.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I never should have spoken to you that way, or said those horrible things. It was disgusting and inexcusable.”
Aemond wets his lips. The Ferris wheel comes to a stop as you reach the top, the compartment swinging gently with the force of the brakes. You uncross your arms, steadying yourself.
“I haven’t been that vulnerable with anyone in a long time,” he admits, “That’s not an excuse, believe me, that doesn’t excuse what I said, but I-” he runs a hand through his hair, struggling to find the words, “You were right.”
You want to remain silent as that violet eye watches you. Surely you can sit for fifteen minutes of silence. You cross your arms once more, trying to remain strong.
“About what?” you ask, cursing yourself.
The corner of Aemond’s mouth twitches, and something tugs in your chest as it does. You dig your nails into your bicep, trying to ground yourself. If you look at him too long, you’re afraid you’ll float away.
“About you growing on me,” he says softly.
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You don’t know when this started, really. But since the hot tub something changed. Something inside you clicked, and suddenly you can’t look at Aemond Targaryen without wanting to kiss him.
“I don’t like…feeling out of control,” he admits, lacing his fingers together, “And you make me feel…fucking crazy.”
You want to believe him. You do. But Floris is on the ground below, and she was in the same position you were. Believed Aemond cared about her. As Aemond’s walls begin to let some light in, you can feel your own going up.
“How am I supposed to believe that?” you tell him, arms still crossed, “You said it yourself, you fuck, you talk like that, but you don’t get feelings. It’s one of your rules.”
“I’m figuring out none of those rules apply to you,” he says, observing you carefully.
You shake your head.
“I don’t think I believe you,” you tell him, “I don’t know if I can believe you.”
“I haven’t been the best person,” Aemond admits, “I’ve hurt people because I was hurting. I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you.”
His fingers are laced together and he braces his forehead on his clasped hands.
“I can’t,” you tell him softly, “Aemond I can’t.”
You don’t want to get hurt. Don’t want him to hurt you more than he already has. If you let him in deeper, it’s going to be so much more painful than it already has been. Aemond looks up, resting his chin on his hands. His gaze is soft, and a breeze rolls through causing you to shiver.
“Let me show you,” he says softly, “Please. What can I do? I’ll do anything.”
Aemond’s hands are outspread, a pleading gesture. How could he prove himself? If he really wants to change, for the better.
“Apologize to Floris,” you say suddenly, “She deserves it. All her sisters do.”
“Done,” Aemond answers immediately.
“I don’t know,” you tell him honestly, “I don’t know if I want to do this with you anymore.”
“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he says, kneeling forward on the floor; the compartment shakes with the movement.
Your cheeks flush when you realize what he intends to do.
“Aemond-” you say as his hands brush over your thighs, pushing your dress up.
You look over the side of the compartment, eyes wide. You’re all the way at the top, looking over everyone else. No one can see, and yet you’re dangerously exposed at the top of the Ferris wheel. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and your heart beats wildly in your chest as Aemond’s fingers curl along your panties.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs, dragging the fabric down. You lift your hips to assist him.
It’s almost unconscious, the way your body reacts to him. He plays your body like an instrument; every touch has you melting into him, bending to his wishes. Aemond removes your panties, placing them in his pocket for safekeeping. His violet eye watches you, waiting for what you say next. You bite your lip in desperation, trying to ignore the feeling of his hand under your ass, keeping your center propped off the seat.
He holds you with ease, letting his other hand slip under your opposite thigh. It’s driving you crazy. He’s driving you crazy.
“Y/N,” he says, voice a desperate whine, like it’s taking everything in him not to bury his face in your pussy.
You’re already wet, you can feel it. There’s no use, you can’t ignore the feeling in your chest, the desperate ache between your legs. You want him, you need him so bad you feel like you might go insane without his lips on you.
“Please,” he whispers, so low you almost miss it, “Please Y/N.” You can feel his hands trembling against you, as though he’s ready to snap.
“Yes,” you tell him, and with a desperate growl, he dips his head below your skirt.
His mouth glues itself to your dripping slit, tongue diving between your folds as you bury your hands in his hair. You sling your legs over his shoulders, desperate to push him deeper, and harder against you, especially as his tongue moves to circle your entrance.
“Fuck,” you mewl as the warm, wet muscle dips inside of you, and Aemond moans-fucking moans-as he moves it in and out.
Your heels are digging into his toned shoulders, nails raking against his scalp but if it pains him, Aemond doesn’t let it show in the slightest. He’s simply devouring you, groaning with every shudder and stifled moan you award him. With every movement of his head, his nose rubs pleasantly against your clit, sending waves of pleasurable warmth coursing throughout your body.
Aemond pulls away suddenly, his mouth shining with your arousal, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and begins sucking on them. He meets your eyes before dipping his head down again between your thighs, fingers replacing his tongue and stretching into you. He curves them upwards against your tender, spongy walls, and your spine arches off of the seat, mouth falling open in pleasure.
“Fucking missed this pussy,” he groans, lazily fingering you before bringing his mouth to the apex of your thighs.
His tongue swirls around your needy clit and you can feel your stomach tightening.
“Forgive me,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on top of your clit before swirling his tongue around it once more.
“That’s not fair,” you answer, breathlessly, “Oh my fucking-oh.”
You can feel Aemond’s smile against you, feel him flatten his tongue on your clit before rubbing steady circles with the warm muscle of his tongue. He strokes your sweet spoke with his fingers effortlessly, your legs trembling on his shoulders.
“Please,” he says with a groan, “Please, I can’t fucking stand it-”
“Oh!” your nails dig into his scalp as you clench around his fingers, your release barrelling through you.
Aemond slowly removes his fingers, pressing them between his lips and licking them clean before you grab him by the shirt collar pulling him towards you. Your mouth is on his in an instant and it feels like fireworks have gone off in your brain.
He kisses you ferociously, one hand grabbing the back of your neck and anchoring you against him; the other wraps around your waist, pulling you off the seat and holding you flush against him. Your legs are straddling him and you can feel how hard he is underneath you. You’re kissing him desperately, it's all clashing teeth and gasps as you press yourself against him harder. You can’t be close enough, can’t be held tight enough. It's not enough, not enough.
The Ferris wheel begins to move, slowly but surely beginning its descent and you pull away, gasping for breath. You’re both breathing heavily, so close you can feel the brush of his lips against yours with every exhale.
“I can’t stand it,” he whispers, voice breaking as he strokes the back of your head.
“I know,” you whisper back, kissing him softly.
You untangle yourselves from each other as the Ferris wheel comes to a stop, pushing yourself back onto the seat to avoid suspicion. Thankfully, your dress is long enough because there was no time to put your panties back on and you’d rather not have your bare ass on the seat of the Ferris wheel.
The attendant opens the door, none the wiser to what you and Aemond were up to in the middle of the air.
You exit the compartment on shaky legs, turning back to Aemond.
“Forgive me?” he asks, watching you.
“I’ll think about it,” you tell him, walking down to Floris, who is now holding a half-eaten fried Twinkie.
“Dude, that took forever,” she tells you, “What did you even talk about-”
“Floris,” Aemond calls, walking over.
Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, cheeks darkening as he approaches. But Floris Baratheon doesn’t back down. No matter how she feels about Aemond, she squares her shoulders and looks him directly in the eye.
“I owe you an apology,” Aemond begins, “For everything.”
Her chin tilts higher in the air.
“I was cruel to you when I shouldn’t have been,” he continues, “And I should have shut down those rumors when I heard them. I shouldn’t have treated you or your sisters that way in the first place and I’ll be telling them that as well.”
“Well Maris is in Oldtown,” Floris says cooly, “She stayed for the summer to do research.”
“Next semester then,” Aemond agrees.
Floris looks him up and down.
“Thank you,” she says and Aemond nods.
Her phone buzzes in her chest and she hands you her twinkie as she reaches between her boobs to grab it. She frowns.
“El needs rescuing,” she says, “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” you assure her, “I’m good, really.”
“I had fun tonight,” she tells you, “Let’s hang out again.”
“We could always use more help on Seasmoke,” you tell her.
“Cool, later Y/N,” she says, “Bye Aemond.”
As Floris leaves you turn to begin walking as well. Baela should be here by now and hopefully, Helaena has found her way down here. Aemond grabs your hand, stopping you.
“You won’t forgive me?” he asks.
“I said I’d think about it,” you tell him, still being cautious.
“Y/N-”
“Look, there’s something here,” you tell him, “Definitely, but…” I’m scared.
You can’t finish the sentence but you read it in his eye too.
“Go with me,” he says suddenly, “To the gala and the auction.”
“What?”
“As my date,” he says, “Be my date.”
“You don’t date.”
“I do now,” he argues, his voice insistent, “I date….I want to date you.”
He steps closer, taking your other hand. There’s that feeling again. Deep in your gut, pulling you toward him. A fire ignited within you, sparked by his touch.
“Come with me,” he says softly, “Please.”
You stretch up onto your tiptoes capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s the only answer you can give right now, but the only answer he needs.
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would you minds sharing any random jessie relationship headcanons you have? you write about it so well in your fics pls let us into your brain lol
— my oddly specific gf!jessie headcanons
pairing: jessie fleming x reader
warnings: nsfw & saw
a/n: got this ask and kept it in the drafts so i could just keep adding to it when a thought popped into my head :)
if any of my headcanons inspire fics please please please tag me!!! i’d love to see your take on them <3
- took soooooooo long to ask you out because she kept psyching herself out
- spoke with such confidence that it was honestly a shock to you when she told you she was nervous
- talked about you all the time to her friends and family before they ever actually met you
- introduces you to her sister before the rest of her family (mainly bc elysse begged to meet you)
– she has tiktok only so you can send her videos and you’re the only one she follows
– she takes soooo many photos of you
loves taking embarrassing ones just so she can laugh at them later
– sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door
– is an absolute pain in the ass to go furniture shopping w because she reads everything on the label
– early bird
– not super big on pda but insists on holding your hand everywhere you go
– she doesn’t really celebrate her goals but if she knows you’re in the crowd she’ll point to wherever you’re sitting and blow you a kiss
– if you get married she gets your first initial tattooed on her inner left bicep closest to her heart
– easily embarrassed by compliments
– likes to read her book with your head in her lap
– makes the best bacon and eggs, i don’t make the rules
– if you drink coffee you can bet your ass she memorised your order the first time y’all went out for coffee
– super clingy in the mornings
– makes a playlist of songs that reminds her of you/your relationship
– very attentive gift giver, will take note of even the smallest things you say you like for future reference
– if you’re a reader she’s got your tbr in her notes app so that if she sees a book you’ve been meaning to read she can just get it for you
– likes to give and receive flowers
– a rambler, she’ll talk your ear off if she gets talking about something she really enjoys
that includes you, she talks about you to her teammates all the time
– secret avid pet name user
babe, baby, my girl, sunshine, ALL OF THEM
- blanket hog
- the two of you make a pact to learn something new by the end of the year and she chooses to learn how to play the fucking harmonica
- she gets rlly good at it tho
- picks out your outfit for game days
- loves having baths with you
doesn’t get to do it often but when she does she goes all out: bath bomb/bath salts, candles, her kindle. the whole lot
- talks during movies if she doesn’t know what’s going on
“why’d he do that” “jess i don’t know, we’re watching the same movie”
- not a big tv series watcher but will sit with you while you watch it
- loves her documentaries though
- does a really good david attenborough impression
- is ridiculously competitive when it comes to monopoly and twister
- which is funny because she’s shit at twister
- likes to be close to you at all times
if the whole couch is free she’ll still sit next to you, thigh to thigh
- doesn’t like to argue but will if she feels strongly enough about it
- she can honestly be kinda condescending in arguments without even realising it
definitely comes from her role as a leader
- she asks you multiple times through the day what you’re thinking about just because she likes to know what’s going on inside you head
- likes to do normal, everyday things with you like chores. honestly doesn’t even care that she has to vacuum the whole house, she just likes that fact that the two of you are cleaning together
- as clingy as she is she also really likes her alone time and will often take herself to a corner of the house to just mellow out, especially if she’s been around people a lot that day
- she’ll always come and find you with a smile on her face when she’s ready to though
- loves to update you on her day when she’s away. she’s been known to send you photos of anything and everything when she’s with team canada
- likes to get you lil something from every city she visits if she can
- you display all the trinkets she gets you on a shelf
- when you first started dating she’d write you letters as a way to express her emotions because she didn’t feel like she could properly communicate them directly to you
she gives them all to you on your wedding day
- she’s just so so so so in love with you
NSFW
– generally soft during sex unless she’s high off a win, pissed off or been away from you for too long
– is a switch lol
– gets pleasure from you being pleasured, she’d eat you out for hours if you let her because she likes knowing that she can get you off
- also a biiiiiiiiiiiiig fan of using a strap, absolutely loves the way you look when she bottoms out
- is surprisingly vocal in bed
- has a massive praise kink it’s literally insane
- she came untouched once bc she was fucking you w her strap and you were telling her how good she was doing
- likes when you scratch down her back but can’t let you do it often bc of the shared change room
- once went to training with a scratched up back and sam never let her live it down
- isn’t super experienced but she is observant so she figures out what you like really early on
- made it her personal mission to fuck you on every surface of your new place when the two of you moved to portland
- is a big fan of morning sex
- not a big fan of shower sex
- also is a fan of make up sex
- tries to give you as many orgasms as physically possible in one round (four is her record) (she intends to beat it)
- aftercare queen
- is pretty firm with what she does and doesn’t like and isn’t usually one to go out of her comfort zone unless the two of you have discussed it before
- refuses to hit you during sex. she’s just not comfortable with it
- doesn’t really like choking either but she does like having her hand on the base of your neck without applying any pressure
also goes absolutely feral when you do it to her
- definitely prefers to have sex in the comfort of your own home
- the two of you got caught by niamh once because jess was too loud as you ate her out
neither of you could look her in the eye for about a week afterwards and jessie endured so much teasing
- isn’t one to have drunk sex but she does like just having her hands under your bra so she can cup your breasts. she doesn’t know why, it just happens when the two of you are going to bed after a night out
- is the biggest tease in the world
- will rile you up and then pretend she has no idea what she’s doing
- has insane stamina and will go for rounds until she physically can’t
- can get really cocky during sex, especially when she knows you’re about to cum
- if she’s had a really shit day/week she likes to be overstimulated just to get all of her negative emotions out
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STALKER - MATT STURNIOLO
part 2
summary- a new girl had just moved into town across the sturniolo house. matt falls in love with her and becomes more obsessed day by day.
disclaimer- use of y/n, stalking.
a/n: currently on second season of you☺️ i need to stop making these so short or im gonna have like 22 parts atp.
not proofread
its currently 10 pm on a friday night, im watching y/n as she scrolls through her phone.
she looks so good but yet doing nothing.
i get up and go to my desk to turn on my computer, i open the security camera app to see that shes not there any more.
fuck did i mess up the time?
i check at the time to see that it says 8 pm, its 2 hours behind how the am i supposed to change it back.
• 3:08 am
im in her back yard trying to get into her house by pick locking the door.
it worked, im in. im in the living room trying to find where the bear is, is it upstairs?.
i sneak upstairs in to her room noticing her bathroom light was on so i could easily grab it.
im in the hallway hearing the faucet turns off.
i hide behind her chair watching her get out the bathroom in those shorts that hug her curves perfectly.
i can smell the perfume i bought you, how nice of u to use my gift.
she grab her blanket and curls up in to a ball under neath it, fuck she looks good her hookups must be lucky.
• 3:30 am
she has finally fell asleep, i get up and sneak over to the bear right next to her bed.
she even looks cute while sleeping, i couldn’t help to snip a couple photos of her.
i grab the bear and take the camera out of the eye and change the time on the side.
i place it back to where it was and sneak back downstairs leaving a note on her counter.
——
hello you, you look so cute while sleeping didn’t wanna wake you up, i can smell the fresh scent of roses in your room, the perfume i have bought you.
——
• the following morning
she must’ve saw my note since she is outside placing security cameras.
you may have cameras but you will never catch me.
the air feels some what thick.
you might think your safe but you don’t know what i have in plan next.
a/n 2: lowkey im interested what hes gonna do even though im writing this yk what i mean❓
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the lunch date - roy kent
pairing: roy kent x fem!reader
warnings: cursing (you know what you’re getting in to here), mention of food/going out for lunch
word count: 1.9k
summary: after numerous unsuccessful attempts at getting over your crush on roy, you’re ready to give up. keeley is nothing if not a wing(wo)man.
notes: a fic that’s...not ted centered? woah. i felt a little inspo for the grumpy man that loves the muppets because i freakin love roy kent haha. apologies it’s been a minute, thank you for reading, and i truly hope you all enjoy!
“It’s so frustrating, Keeley. This is why I didn’t want to do it,” you complained.
“Come on, babes, maybe he’s just…been busy?” Keeley half-heartedly encouraged. She knew as well as you did that that was not the case, but she wanted to try to give you some hope anyways. She’s the one that got you onto the blasted app that led you here.
You thought that date had gone well. The transition from faceless conversation to a full blown date wasn’t too awkward—the conversation flowed as easily in person as it did online. He was charming, a true gentleman, you’d thought. He’d pulled your chair out at the table, told you that you looked beautiful, helped you with your jacket after dinner. He was funny, even funnier in person than through your text messages. You really thought he was a catch.
And you thought he’d felt the same about you. He’d not given any indication otherwise, at least. If he wasn’t interested, why’d he walk you home? Told you he’d love to do it again sometime? What was the point of that if he was just going to ghost you?
“Keeley, it’s been three days. I think he’d have found some time by now.” You responded. She sighed and gave you the same sympathetic look that you felt like you always got. The look that says “You’ll find the right one someday!” The look you always wanted to roll your eyes at. Yeah, when’s someday then?
The couch sunk as someone flopped down next to you. Ted was usually the one who hopped into yours and Keeley’s conversations unannounced, so you were quite startled when you turned around and were practically nose to nose with Roy. You gasped and leaned back towards Keeley wondering how much of the conversation he’d heard.
“Oh my God, Roy!” You screeched. He raised an eyebrow in response, seemingly unbothered by your reaction.
“I thought you were supposed to lead training this morning?” Keeley asked, adjusting herself on the sofa to give you a bit more room.
“Didn’t want to.” He replied with a shrug before turning towards you. “Let’s see the fucking prick then.” Okay, so he’d heard enough to know what you were talking about.
“I’m sorry?” You blinked hard as you felt your face heat up. Roy rolled his eyes and let out a huff.
“You know what he looks like. You know his name. Knowing you, you went home and searched for him, yeah?” He asked.
You nodded your head, rather embarrassed to admit that yeah, that’s exactly what you did. You weren’t trying to stalk him or anything, you just wanted to make sure that what he’d told you about himself checked out. It had; he was the perfect guy. Until he ghosted you.
“Right, so let’s see what makes him think he’s such a fucking catch.” He continued.
Perfect. You let Keeley push you onto Bantr specifically to get over the stupid crush you had on this guy, and now here he is wanting to judge the guy you chose to go on a date with. Keeley was looking at Roy with raised eyebrows, and Roy was looking at you expectantly. You sighed and unlocked your phone, knowing you had no choice but to show him. You pulled up one of his profiles and handed your phone to Roy.
“Fucking hell…not Daniel!” He locked your phone and threw his head back.
“What? What’s wrong with him?” You asked. Why was he having such a visceral reaction to one picture?
“That’s Maureen’s son and even she thinks he’s a prick!” he exclaimed.
“Who’s Maureen?” You asked.
“She’s one of the…fuck, never mind. Look, find anyone else. I know you can.” He replied, dodging the question.
Yeah, find “anyone else.” As if that wasn’t what you were already trying to do.
“Do you think it’s that easy?” You were growing frustrated.
“Y/N, there’s like a million fucking guys in London. At least one of them will be better than him.” He answered.
You sighed, closing your eyes and putting your head in your hands. The room fell silent.
There’s like a million fucking guys in London. And sometimes it felt like you’d been on a date with at least half of them. The blind dates Keeley or your other friends had set you up on were never good—you’d never forgive Keeley for setting you up with that model she’d met through her old job. You shuddered just thinking about how awful that date went. Meeting someone organically hadn’t worked out. No, it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t get over your crush on Roy.
And it felt so stupid. A crush. What are you? Thirteen?
“Right, um, Y/N, our meeting is in fifteen minutes. We should probably head to the conference room.” You opened your eyes to find Keeley looking pointedly at Roy who was just staring back, his expression unreadable.
Roy held your phone back out to you. You took it from him, nodding a goodbye before making a quick exit. Keeley came out shortly after you.
You didn’t hear from Roy for the rest of the day. It wasn’t really unexpected; Roy wasn’t often the one to reach out. It did something to your nerves anyways, though. You had lunch plans with him, Keeley, Ted, and Rebecca for tomorrow. You hoped there wouldn’t be any tension after the way your conversation ended.
You were the first to arrive at the restaurant, a little brunch place that Ted and Rebecca frequented on the weekends. You got a table, shot a text to the group that you were there, and ordered a water while you waited for the others to arrive.
“And here’s your table, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the waiter smiled as he led Roy over. Roy gave a small nod in thanks and sat across from you.
“Where the fuck is everyone else? I’m late.” He asked, showing you the time on his phone.
“Hello to you, too!” You responded. “I’m not sure, I’ll shoot a message in the group chat.”
You made casual small talk as you waited for a response from the group. You were surprised—and definitely relieved—to find that there was no tension remaining from yesterday. Honestly, the more you thought about it the more you thought maybe it felt like a bigger deal to you than it actually was anyways. The waiter returned before you’d heard back from anyone.
“Are you ready to order? Still looking?” He asked, looking between you and Roy. You checked your phone again. No response.
“Fuck it, I’m starving.” Roy said to you before turning to the waiter. “I’ll have the lamb and a chopped salad.”
“And for you, Miss?” The waiter asked. You gave your order, turning back to Roy as the waiter walked away.
“And what are we going to tell them when we get our food and they still haven’t ordered?” you asked.
“That they should’ve gotten here on time.” He answered. “You heard back from Daniel yet?”
“I…think I’ve given up on that one,” You respond, shaking your head. “I still don’t see what you have against him, though.”
“I told you he’s Maureen’s son!” He exclaimed.
“And I don’t know who Maureen is!” You raised your eyebrows, hoping you could coax it out of him. He groaned and leaned across the table, lowering his voice.
“Look, on Tuesdays and Fridays I do yoga with a group of women in their sixties. Maureen is one of them. That’s how I know her son’s a fucking twat.” Your hand flew to your mouth to stifle a laugh.
“No…Roy Kent? Doing yoga?” You smiled. That was something you never expected to come out of his mouth. You thought maybe she was a friend of his mum’s or something. The thought of Roy trying to balance in a yoga pose made you want to laugh out loud.
“Yeah, yeah, fucking laugh. But if someone else hears about this….” You held your hands up in surrender.
“Your secret is safe with me. I’ll run the next guy by you just in case you know his mum, too.” You joked. You swear you saw Roy crack the tiniest of smiles.
You two continued to chat, eventually getting your food. It felt natural, you and Roy being out together alone. It felt like a date—the date that you’ve been trying to find to get over him. The others…never showed. And honestly, you did not even notice until the waiter came by with the check.
“I, uh, guess we won’t be waiting any longer,” you chuckled as you bent down to grab your wallet.
“Absolutely not. They’re too fucking late.” Roy replied, giving the waiter his card with a nod.
“I didn’t even look at the check! How much do I owe you?” You asked, putting your bag back down and grabbing your phone instead. The waiter returned quickly with Roy’s card and a receipt.
“Don’t worry about it. Come on.” You protested to no avail as you two walked to your cars.
“Well, I had a really great time, despite the others not showing up.” You smiled. There was a small pause in conversation.
“I told them not to come.” He said.
“I’m sorry?” You asked. He told them not to come? He sighed.
“Keeley told me to tell you or she’d do it her fucking self. So I told them not to come. I’m sorry I pretended like I thought they were coming.”
“Tell me what?” You were really confused about what was going on.
“I fucking like you, okay? And seeing you go on all these dates, especially with fucking Daniel…I hate it. And I’m going to hate it even more now because I had a really nice fucking time.” He clenched his jaw. Your jaw dropped.
Roy liked you? Roy liked you. That was…not the turn you expected for the day.
“Roy…” You began, but he cut you off.
“Fuck, you don’t have to say anything. I won’t bring it up again. Goodbye.” He went to get in his car, but you grabbed his arm.
“Roy, listen to me.” He turned back around, facing you. You took a deep breath. “I like you, too. A lot. I…I’ve been going on these dates to find someone else because I didn’t think I stood a chance with you.” He studied your face, and you became aware of just how embarrassing that sounded.
“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asked, stepping closer to you. You looked at him with dumbfounded expression.
“Are you kidding? Why would I think that? You’re Roy Kent. Why would I have a chance?” You responded. In a moment of tenderness you’d not ever seen from him, he put a hand on your cheek.
“Because you’re you.” He responded, his voice barely a whisper. “And I like you.” He leaned in, his lips brushing yours for the smallest of moments. It was a quick kiss, chaste, a symbol of reassurance if nothing else.
“Could I maybe interest you in going and grabbing a post-lunch drink then?” You smiled.
“Only if we make this one a fucking date,” He answered, interlocking his fingers with your own. With almost comedic timing, both of your phones chimed. It was Keeley.
Hope you two enjoyed your date! Can’t wait for the details xx
#roy kent x reader#roy kent x you#roy kent imagine#roy kent#ted lasso x reader#ted lasso#grace writes!!!
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Can we hear about Simeons missexts please? I love chaos
➤ adventures with technology: sexting | simeon
nsfw | gn!reader | other characters briefly mentioned
cw: mentions of (attempted) dirty talk/messages; sending/receiving dirty pics (badly)
— He likes to use proper spelling/grammar when he texts, but he'll get more lax about it when he's too horny to care.
— It takes him a while to realize that the software autocorrects things. He's texted I wanna duck you so bad more times than you can count which is a bit of a mood killer.
— (He gets flustered when you send him random duck emojis to tease him about it later.)
— He switches the keyboard to one of the demonic languages by accident. He can read some of the old tongues, you can't read any at all. It's really embarrassing when he hands his phone over to someone to fix it for him because he knows what they'll see if they peek at his message history to you. (It's usually a variation of where and how he wants fuck you.)
— He's bad at taking pictures. His selfies are usually blurry and out of focus.
— His sexy selfies and dick pics are even worse. He has trouble getting the angle right, or he leaves the flash on and it illuminates his cock in a harsh light that isn't very appealing.
— Sometimes when he tries to take a dick pic, he turns the front-facing camera on by accident so instead of his glorious angel cock, you see a blurry shot of his face, brows furrowed and hair falling haphazardly across his face while he concentrates.
— He forgets how to send you the pics/videos. He's too embarrassed to ask anyone else for help. You wrote up a little how-to guide in his Notes app, but he forgot how to access that too.
— The next time you see him, he hands you his D.D.D. and lets you look through them in-person.
— (This has the added benefit of having you within arm's reach when you get a little hot and bothered after you look at them together.)
— He likes it when you send him dirty voice messages or recordings of yourself, but he forgets how to adjust the volume on his D.D.D. so sometimes it starts blaring through the speakers. (He stopped trying to listen to these anywhere but the privacy of his room.)
— He has sent photos to the wrong contact in his phone by accident. He has also sent them in group chats too.
— (Mammon keeps a betting pool going about how long it'll be until Simeon's next dick pic screw-up.)
— As a joke, the others will sometimes mess around with Simeon's phone settings on purpose when he asks them for help with something else completely unrelated. He still can't figure out why it sends you 🍆 emojis whenever he types the word cock.
— One evening they changed your contact name in his phone to Michael for a laugh. The next morning, Simeon sent "you" a detailed text about what he dreamt about the night before:
Good morning, love. You looked breathtaking at the dance last night. I wish you could've spent the night here with me. I woke up hard just thinking about how gorgeous you were. Your skin is so soft, I'd love to feel your thighs squeezing around my cock right now. Tpying wit one hand isso tedious, can yoou call me ijnstead? I want you to hear me when i come
— He thought "your" reaction was an attempt to be coy and teasing at first, until he realized he wasn't talking to you at all. Needless to say, no one else has tried to pull that kind of stunt again.
— (The archangel is also growing increasingly concerned about the Devildom's influence, and yours, on Simeon.)
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Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC)
Warnings: language
Word Count: 3200
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Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE.
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I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.
As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.
Regret.
Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.
I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.
What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?
“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”
“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.
“… Now as in… now now?”
“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.
No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.
I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.
“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.
Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.
“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.
“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.
“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.
“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.
“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”
“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.
So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.
Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.
What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.
As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.
“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.
“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…
Lily, are you listening to me?”
No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.
How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.
I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.
“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.
“Salvageable,” was all she responded.
“What are they saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.
“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.
“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.
It was always worse for the woman.
“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.
Fuck this.
“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”
“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.
“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”
“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”
“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.
Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.
“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”
“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”
“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”
“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.
Oh, Louis.
He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.
I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.
”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.
“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”
“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.
“Not in so many words.”
“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.
“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”
“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”
“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”
“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.
“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.
“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.
“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.
“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.
“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.
“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”
“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.
Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.
“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.
“He already has.”
Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.
I was speechless.
“There’s no way…”
“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”
“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”
“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.
“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.
“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.
We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.
"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"
"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."
I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice.
"As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”
“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.
“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”
Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.
The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.
Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.
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sigh, scara and kazuha brain rot comes at the worst time
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORT SMUT LMAO
cw: fem reader, comfort fluffiness, poly kazuha scara and reader
you've had a shitty day to say the least. you wanted to treat yourself and get a nice hot coffee this morning, only to spill it all over your new white shirt. of course you're late to class because of this, missing out on important notes for an upcoming test. it gets even worse when you realize you left your phone at your apparentment. and to top off all of this bullshit, you're drenched and shivering in the rain whilst walking home. fuck that weather app that told you it'd be sunny all day.
now all you want is to relax with your boys, the loves of your life. once you finally get the door of your home open, after dropping your keys many times, your anger fades away, eyes still glassy but your expression softens. kazuha and scaramouche are laying on the couch, snuggled up together as kazuha reads and scara plays something on his game consol.
"dove? are you alright my dear?" kazuha is the first of the two to notice you standing in the door way, dripping onto the floor and looking like you may break down at any moment. "holy shit what happened to you" despite his brash words, the concerned expression from scaramouche is all you need to know he's just as worried as kazuha.
you toss your backpack into a corner, taking off your drenched jacket and letting tears finally slip from your eyes. "oh honey..." kazuhas voice is soft and comforting, just like his warm hug as he comes over to embrace you. "its alright now."
"do you uh need anything?" scara asks somewhat akwardly, he's never been all that good at comfort but he does his best. "make some hot chocolate for us?" the white haired man you're curled around requests. kazuhas soft lips kiss the top of your head and you stand in his grip for a moment longer.
"lets get you in some dry clothes, dove" his voice is like a light wind on a summers day, comforting and delicate. "thanks kazu" you sniffle and grab his hand while walking through the hall to your room. a small smile crosses your face for the first time today when your handed one of kazuha's shirts, one you and scara were notorious for stealing.
you dry yourself up, squeezing the water from your hair and grabbing your favorite blanket to go back to the living room. scara awaits you there, three cups of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table while the indigo haired boy turns on your favorite movie. he gives you a small smile and beckons you over, to which you eagerly sit down next to him.
"you're alright now, babe" scara holds you close, arms wrapping around your form, a quick kiss pressed to your cheek. kazuha sits down as well, making it even nicer for you to cuddle up with your lovers. scara hands you a mug of hod chocolate, extra whipped cream and marshmallows included. "i love you" you manage to choke out "both of you, so much."
your night is the best part of that day, curled up with the people you love most in this world. "and we love you too" kazuha speaks, fondness in his tone and adoration in his eyes. "you know we do" scaramouche chimes in, tightening his hold on you. damn, this did turn into a nice day.
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no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (english version)
after an argument, pablo let’s his actions speak louder than his words. 
warnings: curse words,cheating, asshole! gavi, gaslighting. no happy ending
#notes: i’m a little rusty with my writing, feedback is appreciated. please like & reblogㅤᵕ̈ (lowercase intended)
you were sat on your couch trying to shut the world around you. you couldn’t stand it anymore, you couldn’t stand not being able to voice your thoughts around your boyfriend without an argument spurring up afterwards. a relationship was supposed to be built up with trust and communication, you always told yourself that but you never knew when it disappeared in your relationship.
after a while you opened your eyes and let out a sigh. your eyes adjusted to the light, looking around you were trying to locate your phone. feeling somewhat calmed down you unlocked your phone and opened the messages app, you clicked on the pinned conversation and a photo of Pablo and you for your year anniversary adorned the contact information. you sent him two text; one asking where he was, the other reminding him to be careful, no matter how mad you were at him you could never wish for him to be in danger. swiping out the conversation you opened up your best friends messages, your eyes skimmed the last texts you had sent her, paragraphs of you telling her about the argument Pablo and you had. averting your eyes to the bottom of your texts you saw that she read them but never answered. weird
the digital clock on the coffee table read 2:56 am and you decided to get yourself ready for bed. heading upstairs you entered the bathroom and focused on getting the mascara clumps from under your eyes off your face and brushing your teeth. leaving the bathroom you made the bed and decided to try to go to sleep now knowing if you’ll be able to while Pablo wasn’t home.
the next morning you woke up and patted down the spot next to you. empty. you opened your eyes while trying to adjust to the light around your room, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. your notification bar showing you a bunch of notifications some from your friends, others from your siblings, a handful from twitter, and from your best friend. opening your siblings text first you saw all of them sending you pitiful texts and a lot of links to post, and articles. clicking on the links pictures of your best friend leaving a house party in a disheveled state hand in hand with your Pablo. you were in disbelief and denial, there had to be a reasonable explanation on why your best friend and your boyfriend were leaving a house party hand and hand and looking like that, but as you opened your best friends messages, you knew all the allegations and rumors were true. rows and rows of sorrys, and he said you guys weren’t together were displayed on your screen. you scoffed and left her on read, she wasn’t worth a reply from you not now and especially fucking never.
hearing a door closing you head shot up, hearing footsteps approaching your room and the door opening you were face to face with your cheater of a boyfriend.
“you better have a good ass explanation for this Pablo, or god hopes i don’t fucking knock some fucking sense into you, you prick.” you yelled out exasperated.
“i’m pretty sure y/b/n already texted you what happened, and you saw all those articles, there’s nothing for me to explain.” he replied nonchalantly.
“what the fuck Pablo, how can you just stand there so calmly, we’ve been together for over a god damn year and you go throw all away and with my fucking best friend, you’re a coward! how did it even happen, why the fuck did it even happen?” you yelled in need of answers
“i wasn’t thinking right, and she sent me a text telling me that there was a house party and that if i wanted to go and i accepted. i got there and we were just talking and then we kissed, it turned into more than that and she guided me into this room. the urge and curiosity got the best of me i just wanted to see what it was like if me and her… you know.” He was going to continue before you cut him off
“no i don’t fucking know Pablo because never has it crossed my mind to go fuck your best friend, never! did you always think of her like that or what?”
“ no y/n i didn’t but she was all over me and i was drunk out of my mind and she was there and you weren’t. you weren’t there with me so it’s your fault i got drunk, you were the reason i was drinking if you had just not caused the argument none of this would’ve happened! at least i didn’t do it with multiple girls it was just her that’s all. it meant nothing and you know that.” he finished off
“oh! do i really know that? and what do you want me to do to get on my knees and thank you that it was only her? huh! it would’ve hurt less if it was some random fucking girl but no you wanted to sleep with my best friend someone i’ve known for years!” you yelled back while getting off the bed in search of a bag and your necessities. you didn’t even pay to mind Pablo following you around you just wanted to grab your shit and leave.
“what are you doing?” he said while grabbing the bag from your hands. you looked at him like if he was stupid and snatched your bag back. he continued to pester you until you burst.
“you’re fucking delusional if you think i’m staying with a cheater that fucked my best friend!”
“but i still love you.”
that made you laugh. you genuinely laughed in his face and looked at him to see if he was seriously you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he didn’t love you, his actions spoke way louder than his words.
“i’ll rather be dead than love a disgusting person like you.”
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I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Six
Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre
Gasly
In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new
Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys
Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. 18+
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven
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The lights were off when you entered the room, but it didn’t matter. You’re back was up against the door before it even clicked closed. Two hands tightly gripped your waist, a denim clad thigh sliding its way between your legs.
Lips trailed their way along your shoulder and up to your neck. As they reached your ear, he spoke for the first time since he dragged you out of the club.
“Are you going to introduce yourself now?” He said.
A breathy moan slid past your lips. It hasn’t occurred to you until just now that the two of you had never shared names. You knew his, his status as a driver ensured that, but not the other way around.
“Um, it’s Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you again Y/N, I’m Lance.” He replied.
“I know who you are, you didn’t need to introduce yourself.” You whispered.
“Yeah actually, I did. I’d be more than happy for you to call my Daddy the rest of the night, but something tells me hearing you scream my name will be better.”
With that he released you. Sliding your body slowly down his until you landed wobbly on your high heels. He ran his hand along the wall, flipping the light switch on. A soft glow covered the room and he stepped further inside before settling on the small couch.
You stared at him, unsure of what to do next, his words still fogging your mind. He reclined backwards, making himself comfortable in the chair. You were confused, this wasn’t your first one night stand but you certainly didn’t have loads of experience. What you did know, was that this wasn’t normal, him sitting around in silence staring at you.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“You wanted to put on a show earlier. I figure that must mean you like to perform, and who am I to prevent you from doing that.”
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he opened his music app, before setting his phone on the coffee table. As the opening notes of the song started, you finally understood what he meant.
I left my girl back home
I don’t love her no more
And she’ll never fucking know that
These fucking eyes that I’m staring at
You slowly brought your hands to your hips, gliding them along your sides as you began swaying your hips to the music.
Let me see that ass
You bent forward, your ass just inches away from his lap.
Look at all this cash
His hands grazed your hips, touching lightly as you moved.
And I emptied all my cards too
Now I’m fucking leaning on that
As the song continued on, you lost yourself in the music. Sliding across his lap, you felt his enjoyment though he stayed silent. You knew the song well, and you decided that if he wouldn’t take it further you would.
Bring your body baby, I can bring you fame
You reached for the neck tie of your dress, untying the knot that kept it on your body. It slid to the floor in a heap, and you heard his intake of breath.
And that’s my motherfuckin words too
And with that he flipped you around, dragging you onto his lap and grinding you into him.
Just let me motherfuckin love you
“Fuck you can dance.” He whispered through batter breaths. “Do I want to know how you learned that?” He asked.
“Does it matter?”
“Fuck no.”
And then his mouth was crashing into yours, one hand in your hair and the other along your hip. As you reached for his shirt, he let you go momentarily, lifting his arms so you could pull it off. His tongue collided with yours, his hand in your hair pushing your face into his. You knew your lips would be bruised in the morning, but it didn’t matter, you were too lost in him to care.
Your hand slid off his shoulder, down his chest to the button of his pants. You loosened his belt, unzipping his pants and sliding your hand inside. Gripping his through his briefs, you heard him let out a hiss.
Before you knew it, his hand dropped out of your hair and joined the other on your waist. Grinding against his thigh, you pulled him out. Hard and warm in your hand, your mouth watered and your blood heated.
His hands ran under the waistband of your panties, before harshly gripping either side and ripping them off your body. He shifted slightly, pulling himself from your grip and then guiding you up on your knees. He broke the kiss, watching you inhale harshly, trying to catch your breath. Pulling the condom out of his pocket, he rolled it on.
And as he locked eyes with you, he pulled you down onto him. With one thrust he sank into you, your eyes rolling back. The sudden intrusion was harsh, your walls stretching to accommodate. It wasn’t until you looked back into his eyes that he started moving.
With each thrust, he felt you tighten around him. Your slick heat enveloping him, so wet you could both hear it. His hands moved to your ass, gripping it tight. You could feel each fingertip digging it, until a hint of pain sunk in.
His thrusts were relentless, pounding into you. As he shifted his weight, leaning forward. The change in angle had your clit grinding against the material of his pants. As you came, he reached for your breasts.
“Do you like that? Dirty girl, I bet you do.”
Moans rolled out of your mouth, whispered gasps of his name threaded between. He continued his pace, not stopping for you to recover. As the orgasm began to wear off, you felt another one building. Too desperate and sensitive, his harsh voice brought you back to the moment.
“Your turn baby. I’ve had my fun, it’s your turn to ride.”
His hands slid to his sides, eyes sliding over your body as he stopped fucking up into you. A desperate whine escaped your mouth, your legs shaky. You didn’t know if you could hold your own weight, nor did you want to.
One hand lifted off the couch to slap your ass, “Get to it. Make me cum.” He said.
Getting your bearings you leaned up, bringing your mouth to his ear, you whispered “Make me.”
With that the hand on your ass came off again to hit back harder. A stinging sensation left in its wake. Simultaneously his other hand gripped your neck, squeezing it lightly.
“Move.”
With that one word you raised up and took over. Bouncing on your knees and shifting you weight you got lost in the sensation. His breaths turned harsher by the minute, eyes focused on where you two joined. His dick sliding smoothly in and out of you.
A harsh “Fuck” fell from his lips. You were close, teetering so near the edge of another orgasm he felt your walls clenching around him. As one hand reached for your clit, the one on your throat tightened. You moans became whispered gasps, your airflow being slowly cut off. It was then you fell off the edge, losing yourself in him once again.
One thrust and he was done, emptying into you. A low moan slid from his lips, his head falling back onto the edge of the couch.
As he softened in you, he stayed inside. The longer he waited, the longer he could put off ending this moment.
He had wanted to do more. Ever since he saw you grinding in the club, your legs so exposed in that mini dress, he wanted to wrap those tan thighs around his face.
When you had brought his hand to your throat on the dance floor, he fantasized about you on your knees. Hair still messy from the club, images of his dick sliding between your lips. He wanted to watch. Wanted to see your eyes water as he fucked into your mouth, one hand in your hair. Wanted to watch you swallow down his cum, one hand around your throat as he felt it slide down.
But he should’ve known better. The race earlier that day, well technically the day before, had been grueling. He had fought hard for those points. Combining that with the lull of alcohol fogging his mind, he couldn’t wait. He took you hard and he wasn’t sure if you’d be able to go again anytime soon.
Finally sliding out, he flipped you, setting you down on the couch. He reached for his fly, pulling his pants back up. So lost in the moment he hasn’t even taken them off before he took you.
As you lay there, exhausted but sated, you watched him slip down the hall. Opening a door he stepped inside before returning with a rag. He bent down, eyes focusing on your cum as it dripped down to the fabric of the couch. He whipped you clean before reaching down to unstrap your heels.
Then he rose, grabbing a glass from the minibar and filling it with water, he set it on the side table. You curled into yourself, too tired to leave the couch. He reached for the edge of the bed, pulling the throw from the end and covering you up.
And as your eyes began to close you called out, “Lance?”
“Yes baby?”
“I liked those underwear.”
He chuckled under his breath, as your eyes closed and your breathing evened out.
He spent the rest of the night packing, having already scheduled an early flight that day. And as he snuck out of the room just a few hours later while the sun broke the horizon, he took you in one last time.
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A knocking broke you from your slumber. The room was empty, all that remained was your purse and discarded clothes. Tucking the throw blanket around you, you shuffled to the door, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Hello?” You called out.
“I have a delivery for a Y/N Y/L/N, curtesy of a Mr. Stroll.”
“Could you just leave it in the hall please?”
“Of course ma’am.” The voice replied.
You waited a full minute before you cracked the door the tiniest bit, looking to see a black gift bag sitting outside the door.
You grabbed it and pulled it back into the room. Reaching inside you felt a familiar feeling. Pulling the item out, the green teal lace of the lingerie set took you by surprise. The brand was familiar, one you had never let yourself buy from due to the steep cost.
You spruced yourself up to the best of your ability, thankful that at least you wouldn’t be commando as you made your way through the hotel lobby. And as you left the room, you closed the door behind you, running your hand over the 505 on the door before making your way to the elevator and back to your hotel.
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A/N: this is where I had initially intended to end the story, but I think there’s still more that could come. Would anyone be interested in it extending?
#lance stroll x you#lance stroll x y/n#lance stroll x reader#lance stroll#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly x y/n#pierre gasly x you#pierre gasly#alpine#aston martin#formula one#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 x you
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the nanny part 3 | hangman x reader (saturn)
note: finally a longer one? ish? it took a minute to write because i had a headache every day for the last week and then i had a take home organic chemistry exam that i needed to get done (gotta maintain that 4.0, school is important kids!)
warnings: swearing, very light angst, jake is pinning, saturn is in a relationship. lowkey jake is a simp.
i don't think that this is a warning but i've not explicitly said this either, but any female character i write is bisexual. of that isn't your cup of tea, i'm sorry.
word count: 2.6k
not beta'd we die like men.
inspired by: @roosterforme
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Jake was a mess.
For no reason, honestly. He had typed out, deleted, retyped, deleted again, and then said said fuck it and opened up his notes app to try and type a message out to you about this weekend. All this weekend is, really, is a friendly chat between a dad looking for someone to help him out with his infant daughter that he didn’t know existed a month ago, and Penny Benjamin’s solid 10 niece that gave him a half mast when she was holding his daughter, for no reason.
And when you called him Dad-man? His heart stopped. He thought about it all night.
By the time Friday night had rolled around he still hadn’t texted you in regards to going out tomorrow, so when he got a text message from you, he was a little confused, he hadn’t given you his number… had he?
Hey dad-man! Rooster gave me your number since I hadn’t heard from you all week. Are we still on for tomorrow? I know that Avery is a little young but the San Diego Zoo is doing a little arts and crafts thing with the animals tomorrow we could check out? My treat? you had sent along with a link to the event and he smiles as he types out his message to you.
Hey! You know I honestly had like, 30 different messages typed out to send you but they were all ass ideas compared to yours. I’m sure Avery would love it even if she doesn’t understand what’s going on, lol maybe we could grab coffee or something from a cafe afterwards?
It’s a date, dad-man ;) you send back after a few minutes, which is quickly followed by: pick me up at 9?
It’s a date, darlin he sends and then groans into his hands “darlin? Seriously? She’s going to nanny your fucking get, get a grip Seresin.” he sets an alarm for 7 am, not like he needs it though. Avery is awake and hungry by 6:45 then out for a nap by 8:30.
He’s asleep just after 2 and at 6:45 on the dot he can hear Avery stirring through the baby monitor on his nightstand. He’s quick to stand up before her wails get any louder, changes her from any accident she could have had in her sleep and then heads downstairs to make her a bottle. While he’s feeding her, he has coffee brewing for himself so he isn’t a complete zombie when he sees you in a few hours. He gets Avery dressed and her diaper bag packed before he’s setting her in her bouncer in the bathroom so he can take a quick shower without leaving her unsupervised -- she has the time of her life listening to him sing.
It’s 8:45 by the time he’s finally leaving. Avery forgoing her morning nap and choosing to fight him instead when he was trying to get her dressed, and then puking on his one clean shirt that he had that wasn’t his service khakis or a graphic t-shirt set him behind his schedule. He quickly found a shirt that he turned into a tank top, groaning at how he looked like a gym douchebag
You were waiting on the steps of Penny’s house for him nearly 15 minutes past 9 for him, and boy were you a sight to see. He definitely regretted his choice of a dingey old Navy shirt but that was his own fault for putting off his laundry and choosing to favor doing Avery’s instead. You were wearing jean shorts you obviously cut yourself, sinfully short but also modest at the same time. The shorts were paired with a pair of tennis shoes and a plain white tank top and a… fanny pack?
You hopped into his truck with a “you’re late” but he just laughs and points to the fanny pack.
“The 90s called, they want their stuff back.”
“Hey, don’t shit on the 90s. Plus fanny packs are back in. It’s so much more convenient than carrying a purse or other bag around, they’re less likely to be stolen, and both my hands are free.” you say and do a little jazz fingers motion and he just smiles and shakes his head. You put your seatbelt on and he’s pulling out away from the curb.
“Besides, you can’t shit on what I’m wearing, when you’re wearing that.”
“Hey, be nice to me. Av puked on the shirt I was going to wear and I hadn’t had the chance to wash my clothes yet.”
“Well, let’s skip the zoo. Avery won’t know the difference, we’ll go back to your place and I can help you clean up.” you suggest and he shakes his head.
“My laundry is not your responsibility. We’re going to the zoo.” he says in his dad voice and you just laugh.
“Whatever you say, dad-man.” you kick your feet up against his dash and if you were anyone else, he’d be telling you to get them off the dash.
The drive to the zoo goes by quickly and despite you calling dibs on paying the entrance fee, Jake is slapping his card down faster than you can even open your fanny pack. You shoot him a glare and he gives you a smirk that sends most girls falling to their knees. Keyword, most.
Jake pushes Avery’s stroller through the zoo while you walk beside him, making light conversation and getting to know each other as you make your way to where the kids' activities are located.
You learn that he comes from an abusive home. His dad was an alcoholic who passed from liver failure not that long ago, flooding the family with relief. He has three sisters, plenty of nieces and nephews. You learned grew up on a ranch which explains how his legs bow out the smallest amount, his favorite color is green (of course), his favorite tv show, food, even the book he read recently. You told him about your life too, growing up in eastern Tennessee, your parents' accident, living with Penny and helping her raise Amelia to the teen she is today, your time in Vermont, why you picked education to go into. Jake easily saw you as someone that he wanted to spend more time with, it was a no brainer that you would be the one watching his daughter when he needed it. Hell, he could even see Avery calling you mom one day, in the distant future of course.
You three had finally made it to the area of the zoo where the activities were being held and you take Avery out of her stroller and sit with her in your lap while Jake sits next to you. The warmth of your skin against his making him hotter than the San Diego sun.
For the next hour you two sit, comfortable with each other while Avery mashes paint around the ziplock bag she was working on. Thankfully for the sun it dried quickly and you drew out a few animals on the rainbow colors covering the page.
At only 4 months old, Jake is in such awe at how you talk to and how you treat Avery and even at how Avery responds to you. The babble that you do back to Avery, how sweet you talk to her, how she reaches for you, all of it. Just melts Jake.
The time to walk back to the truck wasn’t long enough, in his opinion, and he was already planning a trip back when she was a little older and would appreciate it a little bit more.
You put Avery in her carseat while Jake breaks down her stroller and puts it into the bed of his truck before shutting the lift gate. “Still up for coffee?” he asks just as you’re shutting the back door.
“If you are.” you say and give him a smile, he opens your door for you and offers you a hand and you just laugh and take it before hopping up into the cab and once you’re settled he shuts the door and walks around to his own side.
The drive to the local coffee shop he had in mind was surprisingly quick to get to, granted he did speed a little through some yellow lights to get there.
You don’t bother getting Avery’s stroller out, choosing instead to just undo her car seat and carry her in that way since she was sleeping peacefully already. You tell Jake your order and he stands in line while you go and pick out a table, a little table in the corner and you set Avery’s carrier the table after making sure that it was sturdy enough that you didn’t need to worry about bumping the table and having her shift too much.
Jake comes and takes a seat since it’ll take a minute for the food to be prepared. “They didn’t have hazelnut, is caramel okay?” he asks since you had asked for a hazelnut latte.
“Caramel is perfect, actually. It’s my favorite flavor.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” he says with a smile and leans forward on the table and you give him a kind smile back.
“So dad-man. Think I’m fit enough to watch Avery for you?” you ask and he chuckles.
“I think you’re qualified to do more than that, but yeah. She loves you, I love you-oh I uh-” his ears redden and you laugh.
“No I get it, don’t worry.” you say as his name is being called for the food and drinks. You watch him walk away, shamelessly checking him out as he goes, you bite your lip softly but look away quickly when he turns around to walk back.
“One chicken salad on a croissant with blueberry applesauce and an iced caramel latte with oat milk for Saturn,” he says, setting your tray down and you laugh and he sets his down before pulling his chair out. “And one of the exact same thing for me.”
“Real original dad-man.” you say as you take a sip of the latte and you moan, “this is so good.”
His breath hitches when he hears the sound and he shakes it off with a laugh, “yeah, the coffee here is the best I’ve had in the area. It’s nice that it isn’t too far from base or from home either.”
“Might just have to go a little out of my way in the morning to come here.” you say and he laughs.
“So, how did you get the nickname Saturn?” he asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich and a sad smile forms on your face.
“I got it from my dad. I don’t know why I took such a liking to the planet, but I grew up loving space. I wanted to be an astronaut, actually. He took me to our local planetarium and it was the first planet that I actually saw in the telescope and there was just something about the rings that really drew five year old me in. I wanted saturn everything. I even went as the planet for Halloween one year.” you say and he laughs.
“What were you just a yellow ball with circles around you?” he asks and you nod.
“Yeah pretty much, let me see if I have a picture.” you pull out your phone and he glances at your lock screen and sees it’s you and another girl kissing with fireworks in the background. He quickly looks away as you get into your phone, feeling an unnecessary stab to his heart. “Here it is!” you say and show him little you with a little bucket of candy, the biggest grin on your face and he laughs and takes your phone so he can look at it closer.
“You were adorable, what happened?” he teases and you make an offended noise and snatch your phone back.
“I’m still adorable! I’m just… grown now.” you say and he laughs.
You both sit there for a while longer, Jake running out to get stuff for a bottle before coming back in to see you already holding her and waiting for him to return. “You want me to feed her?” he asks and you shake your head.
“Nope. I got her.” you saw and take the bottle, she latches quickly to it and starts drinking away. “When you have me around you are doing nothing. Just relax, daddy. Let someone else take care of her.”
He feels relief at that statement, but also useless since all he’s done for the past almost month is take care of this little human that he helped to create. But watching you take care of her, so effortlessly, was so easy for him. He didn’t expect to be able to relinquish control of this aspect of his life so easily, and yet, it was almost second nature to him.
“So, are you able to start watching her on Monday? I return to duty then and-”
“Jake, it’s fine. I do nothing all day aside from helping out Penny at the bar. I would be more than happy to come and spend all day with this little baby.” you say, looking down at Avery with a smile on your face.
“I’m not, stealing you away from anyone am I? Boyfriend.. Girlfriend?” he fishes and you laugh.
“My girlfriend lives back in Vermont. She doesn’t have any plans to come visit any time soon so as of right now, the only person you and Avery are stealing time from is myself. But there’s nothing I can’t do with her that I couldn’t do by myself.” you say and he nods.
“How long have you two been together?”
“Just over two years. We celebrated our anniversary just before I moved out here.” you say, looking back up at him and you see the look change in his eyes and you offer him a small smile.
“What about you? Any girlfriend that’s going to come out of the frameworks?” you tease and he shakes his head.
“Nah, not really looking to date now that I have this little one to be thinking about.” he says and you nod, the conversation ending there.
After Avery is done with her bottle you burp her and lay her back in her car seat. It’s nearing 3pm already and you have to get to the bar soon for your shift. Jake carries Avery back to the car while you run into the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face.
You knew things were rocky with your girlfriend back home, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was get involved with your new boss, even if he was one of the most genuine and kind men you’ve ever met.
You make your way to Jake’s truck and he’s waiting for you outside, windows already rolled down so the back door can be shut and Avery won’t bake in the Californian sun. He opens your door for you again and you smile and climb up in the truck.
It’s a short drive to the bar and you hesitate getting out, you look back at him with your lip already between your teeth and you smile. “Thank you, Jake. I had a really great time.”
He returns your smile with a nod, “so did I. And I’m sure that Avery did too.” you laugh and look back at her.
“You’ll have to text me your address before Monday.” you remind him and he nods.
“I will.”
“Alright, well. Enjoy your night, dad-man.” you say, jumping out of his truck and he watches you walk into the bar, leaning his head back against his seat and letting out a deep sigh.
Of course you’re in a relationship.
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Soft: Chapter Four.
—> Chapter three
CW: Slightly suggestive. Hangover.
A/N: I posted the wrong chapter by accident🤦🏼♀���my bad. This chapter is a little short but I promise, it’ll get juicy soon :3
I wake up the next morning to find Amelia already gone and a little note laying on my bedside table, scrawled in her writing.
“Early shift at work, gotta go. Love you x”
The second I make any attempt to sit up out of bed, my head begins pounding, a cruel reminder of the sheer amount of alcohol I consumed last night. Yet another stupid decision that’ll make me waste another day lazing around and not doing anything productive. I somehow manage to stumble out of bed and into my bathroom. Because i’m an idiot, I slept in my makeup, breaking one of the most important rules I ever set for myself; never ever sleep in makeup. Crumbs of mascara descend down my dehydrated cheeks, lipstick clinging to the dry parts of my lips.
I wash away the remnants, praying that a bit of cold water and soap will help me to feel a bit more like a human being, rather than a zombie. It does, but not by much. The next thing on my list is to eat something, a proper meal, rather than just bits and pieces of random things laying around my cupboards. I usually opt for what known as ‘girl dinner’, a random assortment of little snacks. My go-to has been pickles with some tortilla chips, and apple slices with peanut butter. Instead of my usual ‘girl dinner’, I make myself a small bowl of pasta with some leftover sauce I have. Carbs will soak up the alcohol, I think.
Once I have something substantial in my stomach, the hangover is slowly starting to fade. It’s still there, but it’s gone from unbearable to just unpleasant. My head still hurts, but the spinning has subsided, luckily. I open my curtains and the windows, letting in some air to rid the smell of wine and takeaway food from my flat. It doesn’t take me long to clear up, putting the empty bottles and packages into the bin and the dirty clothes into the laundry. Now, my flat actually looks somewhat homely, rather than a biohazard. Look at me go, I think.
It’s well into the day, almost 3pm when I decide to reward myself with some well-earned phone time of scrolling on the same three apps for longer than i’d like to. I get into position on the couch, legs sprawled out and open tik-tok, scrolling endlessly on silly videos of cats that warm my heart and stupid memes. I make a mental note to look into getting a cat after I’ve learned to take care of myself. Id love a cat right now, but the poor thing wouldn’t last long. I can’t even look after myself most of the time, let alone another living thing.
The ‘ding’ of the washing machine interrupts my phone time and forces me to get my arse up and finish my chores. I drag the wet clothes out and carry them over to the dryer, turning it on and letting it run. After that, I scoop up the warm, dry clothes off the floor and carry them into my bedroom to fold and put away, like the responsible, functioning adult i’m pretending to be. I’m stopped in my tracks when I plop down on my bed and see a suit jacket hanging up on the drawer of my dresser.
Price’s jacket. Shit, his text.
The laundry gets completely forgotten and I pull up his message from last night.
Unknown: Lovely seeing you tonight, dove. Think you still have my jacket. -JP
My brain begins spinning again as I try to formulate some sort of answer that will make me seem like a normal human being. It takes me a good few minutes of typing and then deleting, but I get there in the end.
Me: I apologise for my rant, I was a bit of a mess. Let me know when you’re free and we can arrange getting your jacket back to you. P.s. the party wasn’t that bad.
I hit send on the message and eagerly await his response, like a teenager with a crush. Fucking stupid, I think. The first time a man has shown me attention in a few weeks and here I am, waiting with baited breath for him to-
Unknown: I told you, dove, no apologies. There’s fire in you, I like that. And as for the jacket, there’s no rush. Hope your head isn’t too sore today. -JP
I giggle like a schoolgirl as soon as I read his text. My brain is screaming because the handsome man with the broad shoulders is texting me, but I take a deep breath to calm the giddiness. He hasn’t exactly left it open-ended so I decide not to reply and wait for him to text next, not wanting to get too ahead of myself, only to be let down because I jumped to conclusions.
I finish the rest of my chores, his texts pinging in my brain. I start to imagine what it’d sound like in his voice as i’m doing the dishes from tonight’s dinner. I imagine his deep, rumbly voice, the voice that makes my fucking bones tingle and brain shake in my skull. I imagine pressing my face against his neck as he talks, feeling the vibrations against my lips. I imagine his voice calling me that stupid nickname, ‘Dove’. I’ve never been called that before, by anyone else, but it’s fast becoming my favourite nickname. It’s better than ‘hot tits’, anyway, the name my ex-boyfriend used to call me when he’d try to be smooth. When I think about it, my ex is nothing compared to Price. Sure, he’s tall and conventionally attractive, but he doesn’t have the same attitude he does. He doesn’t exude masculinity and confidence the way he does.
For fuck sake, I’ve only met the man once and here I am fantasising about him while I pretend to watch yet another rerun of gilmore girls, my attention on him rather than the screen.
I know i’m getting ahead of myself, getting too excited, but I can’t bring myself to care. For the first time in a long time, I let myself indulge in the thoughts and fantasies about the handsome man i’ve only met once. The thoughts continue well into the night, from when I curl up on the couch, to when I settle into bed, hand between my thighs and mind full of his voice. My sticky skin shines with sweat and my moans echo off the walls of my bedroom. I’d normally worry about being heard by the neighbours, but my mind is too full of Price to give a shit.
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Jake knows he feels too much, he’s felt too much for years.
Hangman.
Christ. If only they knew he had lists in his notes app for allergies, likes and dislikes, favorite foods and birthdays.
Hangman.
Yeah. It’d be more fitting if he had been the one to leave the other behind. But no, he was flying with Snakebite and the asshole left Jake behind but hadn’t done the move right. So Jake pulled forward and ahead and Snake had to abort.
Hangman.
He wishes he could take the persona off, but it settles on his shoulders like a jacket. He finds some comfort in it. Jake knows that Javy can see through it, why Jake always sticks close to Javy and doesn’t ask too many questions. Has the confidence in himself when he really hasn’t had any since his father kicked him out at 15.
Hangman.
He sits outside the hard deck in the sand, he hears someone come up behind him. It’s probably Javy. The only person whose ever come to check on him in 20 years.
“You good Jake?”
Oh. Oh. That’s not Javy. That’s Bradley.
He sniffs, “yeah what’s it to you Roo.”
Bradley lands on the sand next to Jake, he sits close enough their shoulders touch. “Saw you leave. But I also saw you start crying. Figured I’d check up on you.”
Jake let’s put a wet laugh, he scrubs at his eyes. Jake, such the fucking cry baby look at you now.
“Jake come on what’s up, are you okay? Are you hurt? Should I get Javy?” Jake shakes his head, “no let him have his night. It’s stupid anyways. I’m just a bit drunk.”
Hangman.
“Can’t be that stupid if it made you cry.”
Jake falls back into the sand, it’s easier this way, he can just stare at the stars instead of looking away from Bradley.
“Nat almost drank coconut rum.”
Bradley lays back in the sand next to Jake. “Not sure I follow. But keep talking.” Jake shakes his head. “She’s allergic. No one saw but me so I reminded her. She told me to fuck off, and that if she wanted a lecture from her mom she’d call her.”
Bradley let’s out a puff of air. “Shit. I didn’t know she was allergic.”
Jake laughs again. God this day can’t end fast enough. “Not dead allergic just enough it bothers her. She mentioned once a few years ago.”
Bradley nods, “you notice things about people. You care.”
Now it’s Jakes turn to nod, “reason I came out here was I figured no one would notice I was gone. Got too loud in there.”
“I notice.”
Now Jake turns to look at Bradley, he’s not sure what he’s expecting to see but the look of, caring? God Jake might even dare to say love? In Bradley’s eyes are a startling image.
“You always let Payback have shotgun because rarely gets car sick, you let Javy have all your pickles because he loves them. You remembered Nat is allergic to coconut even though I’ve known her for years and she mentioned it to you once.”
Bradley takes a breath sitting back up. “God Jake I think I notice everything about you.”
Jake is shocked that Bradley has been apparently watching him for years. Shit maybe his crush isn’t just one sided. He sits up, twisting to face Bradley head on.
“You care?”
Bradley smiles, “please god punch me if I got this wrong Jake but I more then care.”
And then he kisses Jake.
Bradley Bradshaw is kissing Jake Seresin.
Merry fucking Christmas in July to Jake.
Jake pulls away. “I’m a lot Bradley. I feel too much. I cry when dogs die in movies. I get angry around father related holidays. I have a weirdly dependent relationship with my best friend. I get it if you want to run away.”
Bradley takes Jake’s hand, he brings it up to his mouth kissing it and then using it to drag Jake into a hug. “I like a lot Jake. I’m grabby in the mornings. I take 30 minute showers. I cook but maybe not to the best level. I go full out at any holiday but I’m insufferably overkill around Valentine’s Day. I’m not running if you aren’t.”
Jake presses a kiss into Bradley’s neck. He feels tears in his eyes but for different reasons now. “Well I guess there’s only one way for me to know about the grabby morning part huh?”
Bradley laughs, he stands in one motion, and sticks a hand out for Jake to grab. “Wanna find out?”
Jake smiles up and grabs Bradley’s hand.
He’s not letting go. And he’s going to remember every damn moment of tonight.
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On Her Majesty’s Supersonic Service (Adrian Chase x Reader) Ch. 2
Chapter 2: Bird after Reading
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Romance, Praise, Descriptions of murder, Descriptions of violence, Phone sex, Send noodz, FaceTime sex.
Summary: On a rare night off after the Glan Tai massacre, Vigilante gets your phone number from the 11th Steet Kids group chat and talks you through some things.
A/N: He is being really, really sweet to Birdie and she can’t help but be charmed by him. My heart :(
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Last night did not go to plan.
Still, the sound of pleasant chit-chat hums through the air as everyone loads up the van to make the two-hour journey back to Evergreen. The team is in good spirits on this bright summer morning after a successful mission. Everyone except you. You just want to curl into a ball and die.
After clearing up last night’s misunderstanding you practically ran back to your tent to hide in shame. Adrian called after you “Wait! So we’re not even gonna cuddle?” but you couldn’t even bring yourself to turn around and acknowledge his wounded voice with a glance.
It was only when you were nestled back into your own sleeping bag that you noticed your lip was cut and bleeding from when you hastily removed the duct tape to use your sonic scream.
This morning, however, you’re kind of surprised to find that Vigilante has a spring in his step already. “Good morning!” he beams cheerily, leaning against the van as you and Chris are the last to haul your duffel bags and packed tents over to the vehicle.
“Woah, what happened to your lip?” asks Economos. You give a small dismissive shake of your head and glance at Vigilante.
“Hey- let me get those for you.” says Vigilante. Chin in the air, you stride past him and load the bags yourself. You can’t accept special treatment from him after last night.
Not any more special treatment anyway.
“Thanks, Vij,” says Chris, tossing his bag into Vigilante’s outstretched arms.
“Aw, man!” He pouts after you.
You brace yourself for confrontation as your steel-toed boots continue to stomp over to where Harcourt and Adebayo are discussing next steps. You wait for them to finish, back straight, eyes ahead, hands folded behind you.
They look up from the iPad. The mischievous glint in Adebayo’s eyes and the smirk on Harcourt’s face tells you that Adebayo has been briefed on the mistaken attempt to rescue you last night.
"At ease, soldier. Or should I say 'damsel in distress'?" teases Harcourt.
“What was Vigilante going to do, Blackbird? Tie you to the railway like an old-time cartoon villain?” Adebayo adds with a laugh.
The brutal intelligence officer training you’ve endured enables you to remain composed and you stand tall preparing to explain yourself, despite the dread stirring in the pit of your stomach. As neither of them knows sign language you pull out your phone, quickly type a message on your notes app and hold up the screen
‘I apologise for acting unprofessionally last night.’
Harcourt pulls a face, deciding how to proceed. She really should reprimand you for indiscreetly fraternising with a colleague. But you’ve noticed the way her gaze lingers on Chris Smith lately and you wonder if that’s why she’s choosing not to jump down your throat.
Adebayo beats her to the punch “Listen Blackbird, we’re only giving you shit because we’re your friends.”
“Yeah but if Smith or any of those fuckers,” Harcourt points at the rest of the team beside the van “If they have anything to say about last night, we’ll tell them to go fuck themselves.”
Well. That was very unexpected. And, despite yourself, your shoulders loosen slightly as you feel a rush of gratitude for the pair sweep through you. You have respect for both of your colleagues but you didn’t think that they’d consider you to be friends. Let alone friends who would back you up if the rest of the team gave you a hard time. You type on your phone again.
‘It won't happen again’
They read your screen and then share perplexed glances.
“I get it, I mean, even if I was straight I definitely wouldn’t have sex with either of the roided-up himbo lunatics on this team… would you?” Adebayo asks Harcourt.
Harcourt hesitates.
“I don’t know. Peacemaker is mostly a piece of shit. But I guess he’s kind of handsome?”
They laugh and you allow yourself a small smile. Harcourt hates that she’s interested in Chris even more than you hate that you might feel a tiny bit of attraction to Vigilante. Your turn to look at the rest of the group and catch Vigilante staring over at you, clearly interested by the giggling.
“All I’m saying is- it couldn’t be me. Remember, Vigilante is kind of fucked up. I heard he murdered people for doing graffiti for crying out loud!”
You consider this. Adebayo is right but then again, you’re no beacon of morality. Peacemaker isn’t the only one on this team who’s done unspeakable things on behalf of a government agency. A government agency that now hates you and sent you on this mission as a punishment for your misdeeds. So what if Vigilante kills people on his own accord?
“Don’t dwell on last night. It’ll only distract you from the mission,” says Harcourt “It’s not even the most embarrassing thing that’s happened so far. Remember when Adebayo showed everyone that picture of her vulva?”
“Hey!” Adebayo hits her arm with the iPad. “It’s a risk you gotta be willing to take for amazing phone sex.”
“Listen, all of us can see that you and Vigilante work well together in the field. Maybe it’d be the same outside of work? You could teach him about sarcasm… he could teach you to be less serious.”
This is rich coming from her, who insisted you all referred to her only as Agent Harcourt until literally yesterday.
Adebayo echoes your thoughts “Coming from you?!”
“Serious like in a sad, solemn kind of way,” she explains with a pitying look “If anyone needs cheering up it’s Blackbird. No offence.” She adds.
None taken. Losing your voice has made you simply recede into yourself with despondency. You look over at Vigilante who gives you an enthusiastic wave. You feel guilty for ignoring his offer of helping you with your bags. Maybe spending more time with that maniac will do you some good.
“Just be careful.” Adebayo shifts uncomfortably as she watches Peacemaker and Vigilante roaring with laughter at Economos gesturing like he’s wielding a chainsaw, regaling the story of yesterday's mission.
After finding out that Murn wants a briefing of yesterday's events, the three of you walk back to the van. Vigilante extends a gloved hand to help you up into the back. You hesitate for a beat too long but he keeps his hand out all the same. You grab it, allowing him to pull you in.
You perch on the seat next to him and when the doors close and Economos starts driving, he removes his mask.
Ugh, he’s even more handsome in the daylight.
“Y’know Blackbird, you’re the only one who hasn’t removed your mask yet,” says Chris, removing his helmet. “You saw Vij last night, which means we all know each other’s faces now.”
Oh. Your domino mask - issued together with your suit- covers from your eyebrows to your cheekbones. You’re supposed to wear it on missions to conceal your face from both CCTV and civilians. You shrug and remove the mask, unpeeling it from your face- your life is in London so it’s not as if you have a secret identity here to worry about.
“Wow,” remarks Adebayo “You look exactly the same.”
The van erupts in laughter and you smile reluctantly.
“Nuh-uh, we know she has eyebrows now!” says Adrian. “I’m glad you have eyebrows by the way,” he adds quietly to you.
The good spirits continue as you speed along the highway- ugh, motorway, you take a mental note to eradicate the Americanisms you’ve picked up on this trip from your vocabulary. The team plays music and bonds over their shared love of Glam Metal. It’s not really your thing but you enjoy just being amongst the camaraderie.
This time yesterday you had all been at each other's throats. But apparently almost being beaten to death by a giant gorilla controlled by a butterfly was just one of those things that you can’t go through without becoming friends afterwards.
Adrian’s gaze lingers on you for longer than usual. Your eyes meet his but he doesn’t look away, embarrassed, as most people would if caught staring. He studies you blatantly and then leans in to whisper in your ear. The sudden intimate closeness takes you by surprise. You’re acutely aware of his knee pressing against your own and you catch another whiff of his bergamot and bonfire smoke scent.
“You’re even prettier without the mask.” Adrian whispers into your ear and the warm vibrations of his breath make the hairs on your neck stand up pleasantly.
You see Harcourt and Chris watching you interestedly from across the van so you give a pronounced roll of your eyes at his remark. “And I can see you rolling your eyes at me even better now!” he adds earnestly.
The van hurtles its way towards Evergreen and Harcourt takes out her phone to snap a picture of you all. You listen to them reminisce about concerts while Adrian tries and fails to include you in the conversation. Chris suggests he asks you ‘Yes or No’ questions and he fails miserably.
“What’s your favourite band?” You raise an eyebrow as Chris berates him.
“She’s British so I know she prefers The Spice Girls to Motley Crue!” exclaims Adrian “Right?” You nod and he beams.
A while later you pull up to the video shop. You listen as the team debriefs Murn on what happened in the factory. “This is good work,” he says, nodding at the equipment on the desk. “We're gonna need to sort through this but that can wait until tomorrow. You all have earned a rest.”
Adebayo raises a fist in celebration and you all file out towards the car park, laughing and joking. You and Adrian fall behind the rest of the group. “You know I really wish Economos had passed me the chainsaw. I’ve always wanted to kill someone with one.”
You give a small nod but your agreement is actually sincere - it would have been kind of hot if you had gotten the chance to see Adrian wielding the chainsaw. But after last night, you’re definitely biased. His face lights up at your silent encouragement.
“See!” he yells to Chris up ahead “Blackbird agrees!”
“That’s only because she’s fucking you!” retorts Chris without turning around. You glance at each other and both put your masks back before exiting the building.
Vigilante’s pace drops and you match it- you can tell he’s prolonging your goodbye “I’ve got to get to work but do you need a ride home first? I’ve got the Vigalante-mobile.” he gestures to a beat-up old Chrysler Sebring. You shake your head and jerk your thumb over to Economos who’s waiting at his own car- you’re staying at the same motel.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks. His eyes are obscured but you think he’s looking at your lips. Is he going to kiss you? You’re annoyed at how hopeful your inner monologue sounds.
Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach as he places a gloved hand on your chin and tilts your head up towards his masked face.
“Sorry about your lip. I didn’t realise duct tape was so dangerous.” You shake your head to say it’s not your fault. His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth and you resist closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. Economos clears his throat and Vigilante withdraws his hand quickly as if burned. You give an awkward nod goodbye and walk over to Economos’ car.
For fuck’s sake John.
You glare at him and decide to make him stop by a liquor store on the way home.
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Back in your motel room you pour yourself a large whisky and run a shower. As the water is warming up you get a ping on your phone.
‘Emilia Harcourt added you to group ‘11th Street Kids’’
Harcourt shares a group photo of you all in the van. A smile creeps over your face as you examine it. You’re sitting next to Adrian and you just now realise his arm is resting on the back of your seat. Was he working up the courage to put his arm around you? He’s less sure of himself in the daytime than when he’s lurking in the dark as Vigilante.
Notification light up your phone screen - it’s the 11th Street Kids groupchat.
Peacemaker: [Hands up emoji]
Economos: So fucking cool.
Vigilante: [Merman emoji]
You wonder what Adrian’s emoji means. You type:
Blackbird: Nice one! x
You tap on the name “Vigilante” and your thumb hovers over his contact details, thinking about texting him. Or at least adding his contact details into your phone. Just in case of emergency. Another notification pops up.
‘Vigilante has added you as a contact’
Vigilante: Hey what’s up B- bird? [Penguin emoji]
You’re relieved he immediately had the same thought. You still haven’t acknowledged what happened last night directly with him. This morning, in the cold light of day you felt ashamed of your one-night stand - not least how it ended. But now as the steam rises in the bathroom and the whisky burns your throat, you’re a little bit giddy that he messaged you. You contemplate for a moment.
Blackbird: Lmao that’s not even close to a blackbird! x
Vigilante: What’s the X for? Is it a British spy code?
Oh. Technically ‘x’ at the end of a text is shorthand for ‘kiss’. Back home almost everyone signs off like that to friends or family. It’s second nature to you when you write a message- words, space, x, send. Clearly, this cultural norm doesn’t translate well. You carefully craft a message to explain it to Adrian, trying to sound nonchalant.
Blackbird: Sounds weird but it means ‘kiss’. It’s just how we end text messages in the UK lol :) x
Well, that was lame.
Vigilante: So you’ve given me 2 kisses since we started this conversation?
Blackbird: Not exactly- It’s just a habit when I send messages to friends x
Vigilante: Oh
Maybe he just isn’t used to being friends with his hookups afterwards? And according to Peacemaker he has plenty- of hookups, not friends - sometimes they even have one-night stands together, with the same woman.
A small stab of jealousy twists in your side at that thought.
Not Peacemaker and Vigilante sharing a woman, God no, but that you’re probably just the latest in a string of casual encounters. After all, he didn’t kiss you this morning when you thought he might, outside the video shop.
Blackbird: I can stop sending them if they’re bothering you?
Vigilante: What would you send to someone who was more than a friend?
A lot of people back home would use ‘xx’ at the end of a text to a boyfriend- but you haven’t had any reason to do that for a while.
Throwing caution to the wind, you type a flirtatious message, delete it, reconsider, take another drink of whisky, type the exact same thing again then hit send. You hold your breath.
Blackbird: Probably nudes :) x
Blackbird: Just kidding. Probably more x’s. ‘xx’ rather than ‘x’
It’s been a long time since you flirted with anyone. It makes you want to launch your phone across the room but instead, you stare at the screen in anticipation.
Vigilante: Damn, this is REALLY bad timing but my break is over. I gotta get back to work. Later Birdie.
You catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror- your face falls. Is he blowing me off? Like I did to him at the van this morning? You feel betrayed by your own disappointment but you probably deserve it.
Stepping into the shower, you sigh as the hot steam fills your lungs. Your hair still smells of bonfire smoke and you’re almost sad to wash it away because it reminds you of Adrian’s smoky and citrusy scent. Shampooing your hair, you think about how Adrian curled his hand through it last night when you kissed him.
Ugh - stop it. You simply cannot catch feelings right now.
You press your head to the cool tile on the wall as the water from the tarnished chrome showerhead flows down your back. You need to scrub yourself of any feelings you have for Adrian. Even if he did feel the same way, what would be the point of starting a romantic relationship nearly 5000 miles from home? Or when you work in a job that has you in a different country every month?
The water pressure is surprisingly strong and you’re grateful for it as it soothes your sore back muscles. Yesterday’s mission and the night that followed have left your body exhausted. There’s still a pleasantly dull ache between your legs from last night.
You felt a connection with him like you’d never felt before. Like he was reading your mind. Every thought, every want, every need.
The only thing that has ever come close to it is how well you fight together. It almost seems silly that you haven’t been able to admit that to him today but the sensible voice in your head reminds you that you have a job to do.
Your hand slips down the nape of your neck to your chest and you think about his skin. Pale and covered with scars, though you couldn’t see them all in the darkness of the tent last night. You wanted to look at each one, you wanted to kiss every single scar, cursing whoever had caused the damage to his lean, sculpted body.
You find your favourite lavender soap and as you wash your body from your toes to your head, you take note of your own scars. Several cover both of your legs from the jet crash, one deep one in the meat of your thigh where you were stabbed that one time, another on your forearm from when you were stabbed a different time, and one on your shoulder blade where you were stabbed… again. Perks of the job. But you really need to get better at not being stabbed.
You wonder what he’s doing after this shift and hate that you hope he’s staying safe. He likes to prowl the streets at night looking for criminals and regularly ends up in life-threatening situations but you want him to go straight home - you all have enough to be getting on with, with the butterflies and everything. And if you ever want to get back home and in MI6’s good graces, this mission needs to be a success.
You finish up in the shower and decide you’d better remind him.
Blackbird: Rest up tonight Adrian. We’ve got a big day tomorrow and need you to be awake x
A few hours later at 11pm your phone pings in reply. Having spent the night drinking whisky and watching terrible TV, your stomach twists with excitement at the interruption.
Vigilante: Great! Just need to figure out what we could use instead of duct tape…
A pleasant tingle goes down your spine. He must have finished his shift at Fennel Fields.
Blackbird: Not that kind of big day. We’ve got a lot of video equipment to check x
Vigilante: I only need to patrol the neighbourhood for a few hours. Do you wanna join?
Blackbird: Sure- I can see the headlines now, ‘MI6 linked to string of vigilante murders in Washington.’ x
Vigilante: Awesome! Will I come and pick you up?
Blackbird: No! That was sarcasm Adrian x
Vigilante: Okay - your loss! A team-up would have been SUPER cool FYI. TTYL
Blackbird: Wait! What can I say to convince you not to go out tonight? x
Vigilante: Awwww, are you worried about lil ol’ me, Birdie?
Blackbird: I need you on top of your game tomorrow. Finding the butterflies’ food source is more important than ANYTHING else we’ve got going on right now x
Vigilante: Stopped reading after “I need you”. Admit you need me Birdie and I might stay home tonight [Penguin emoji]
You get up and pace around the room. He’s so resilient even after you ignored him last night and outside the van this morning. You’re relieved he’s flirting again. And you can tell from his messages that all he needs is some reassurance that you’re still interested in him after your stand-offishness this morning.
You pause in front of the mirror at the vanity table, catching a glimpse of your exposed neck and the top of your chest flushed red again. And a familiar warm sensation pools in your lower abdomen as your mind wanders back into Adrian’s tent.
Blackbird: I need you…
Blackbird: to see something :) x
Vigilante: Ooookay?
Blackbird: But you need to be somewhere private. Such as your home. Alone. In your bedroom. With the door locked x
Vigilante: I have no idea what’s going on right now
Blackbird: I will message you a special surprise if you promise me you’re home x
Vigilante: WAIT- are you talking about the nudes you mentioned earlier???
Blackbird: Only one way to find out. Prove you’re home, tucked up in bed with a cup of tea and NOT prowling the streets looking for crime x
Vigilante: On my way home RIGHT FUCKING NOW
Vigilante: PS what kind of tea should I get?
Blackbird: I’m just joking about the tea x
In the bathroom, you take in your appearance in the giant, circular mirror. You’re wearing a plain white T-shirt and another pair of unexciting black cotton underwear. Looking over your shoulder into the bedroom at your suitcase, you curse yourself for not bringing at least one set of skimpy lingerie. But then again- why would you?
After spending all day in a Kevlar and leather suit, all you want to do is to sink into something soft and comfortable. And, after more than a year of abstinence, you never thought you’d find love in Evergreen, Washington.
A hookup, you correct yourself, you never thought you’d find a hookup in Evergreen.
You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head at your Freudian slip. You put your hands on either side of the sink and stare at yourself sternly.
You are not so touch-starved and devoid of self-respect that you’d actually fall for Vigitlane.
Sure, he’s good looking and yes, you have an undeniable connection that you’ve never felt with anyone before but you remind yourself he’s a psychopath. A very enthusiastic and sweet one, certainly, but a literal vigilante murderer nonetheless.
Even so, you sort of want to look cute for the man who, you remind yourself again, is wanted on multiple counts of murder. Christ, what does that say about you?
He called you pretty this morning.
And you just rolled your eyes at him, concerned about what your colleagues would think. When what you really wanted to do was call him pretty too. Grab his stupid, pretty face, straddle his lap and kiss him, bite his lower lip, grind on him, leave love bites all over his neck. Right there in the van. The thought of it makes you feel feverishly hot.
You tie a knot at the back of your white T-shirt, pulling it taught against your body so that your nipples poke through the fabric and your curves are accentuated. You adjust the hips on your underwear so they show off more of your leg. You take a couple of mirror selfies - one with your whisky glass resting subtly on your chest - finger brushing your nipple and one of you sitting on the sink - back to the mirror and looking over your shoulder. Looking over them carefully, you decide you’re pleased- artfully sexy but nothing too wild. You want to give him a tiny little taste to reassure him you like him but no more. You both have work tomorrow morning, after all.
Your phone pings.
Vigilante: I’m home. I wish I’d seen your message before I went to the Starbucks drive-thru.
Blackbird: Lol :) But I’ll need evidence to verify your location x
Another notification. Adrian sends you a photo of himself holding a Starbucks cup- a mirror selfie. He’s got his Vigilante suit on but you can see the mask thrown on the large bed with comfortable-looking burgundy sheets behind him. Ugh, he looks so dreamy with his cute hipster glasses and wavy black hair. His room is very clean but bare- the only decoration seems to be his weapons, at least a dozen guns and several blades displayed on the wall.
Blackbird: Do you sleep in an armoury!? x
Vigilante: What?? I sleep in a bed in my apartment!
You really do need to teach him about sarcasm.
Blackbird: I’m just joking - you DO have a lot of guns in your room x
Vigilante: Oh, the ones in here are just for display- you should totally come over and see the rest!!!!
Vigilante: Anything cool in your motel room?
Blackbird: IDK… this mirror is pretty nice x
You wander over to your bed as you flick through the selfies you took. Hesitating, you decide to send him the one of you sitting on the sink.
Vigilante: Did you realise your reflection is visible?
You blink at your screen. Your ass is literally the main focus of the picture.
Blackbird: That was sort of the point Adrian… x
Vigilante: NOICE!!!! In that case, I am SO glad I came home. I would literally never leave home again if you wanted me to.
Fondness for him cascades through you and it makes your cheeks grow hot. He is so whole-heartedly earnest about his thoughts and feelings, it makes you wish you told him how good he looked when he sent you his picture.
Does he know he’s good at getting you flustered over text? Your brows knit together as you remember Chris telling the group about their strings of one-night stands together and horror strikes you.
Blackbird: Adrian, I need you to know that if you show that to anyone I will not hesitate to murder you in cold blood. I’m not one of your women to be shared with Peacemaker.
There's a pause and you watch the three dots moving as Adrian writes his reply.
Vigilante: Okay first of all showing your pics to Peacemaker without consent would be classed as REVENGE PORN which - by the way - is ILLEGAL. I’ve killed people for less!!!
Vigilante: Second of all there is no way I would ever break your trust Birdie. You are my second BFF.
Oh no, a pang of guilt. Of course, he wouldn’t do that. Another message pings.
Vigilante: Thirdly you could never murder me because I am a much better marksman AND better in combat AND I know how to disarm you.
You scoff silently. You could definitely beat Vigilante in a fight.
Vigilante: And last of all, you are mine and I would never share you [Merman emoji]
You are mine. Your eyes rake over the black pixels on your screen. Mine. Fuck, why is your heart rate increasing? Warmth creeps in deep in your tummy. You smile and shake your head at his audacity.
Blackbird: Ahem, yours?? x
Vigilante: Yup. At least your pussy is
Blackbird: Hmmmm is that so? x
Vigilante: I’m the only one who can make you cum (and that’s including you btw) I can show you how if you’re nice to me for like 5 seconds.
Blackbird: I’m not sure I know how to be nice x
Vigilante: It was pretty nice of you to send me a pic of your ass…
Vigilante: BTW I will delete that pic if you’re worried. Just give me 3-5 minutes with it. I know the drill - burn after jerking.
You laugh silently but his consideration for your situation makes you melt. It makes you want to get on your knees for him to show your appreciation.
But he’s not here so instead you finish the rest of your drink in one quick gulp, lift the bottom of your shirt up, exposing your tits, snap another mirror selfie and hit send.
Blackbird: Don’t delete this one x
Vigilante: Fuck, Birdie you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen. I mean it.
Vigilante: Even if I do delete it, this pic is now uploaded permanently into my spank bank.
Blackbird: Is this all you needed to keep you off the streets? Just a little peek of me? x
Vigilante: YUP. And I am so fucking turned on right now. I wish you were here.
Blackbird: Show me x
Ping. Another picture. This time you need to sit down on the edge of the bathtub to steady yourself.
It’s just his body - he’s still wearing his Vigilante suit but a familiarly shaped hard bulge protrudes against the fabric. Your breath hitches and you can feel the steady beat of your heart pounding in your chest. You’re a bundle of nerves and you want to see more. Swallowing thickly you type:
Blackbird: You look v sexy in your suit <3 x
Vigilante: Birdie? Is that an actual compliment?! I think it’s the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me.
You’re no good at expressing your feelings but he needs to know how ridiculously hot he looks in his suit. A vivid image flashes through your mind of a masked vigilante breaking into your motel room, holding you down and covering your mouth while he fucks you. Fuck, the imaginary scene nearly burns a hole through you as you wander back to the bed.
Blackbird: Have you ever had sex in your mask? x
Vigilante: I basically only have sex in my mask. Secret identity is kind of a bummer.
Except for last night. Though you did burst into his tent and catch him off guard. But how does he…
Blackbird: How do you kiss? Or…do anything else? x
Vigilante: Kissing, cuddling, eating pussy - three things I can’t do as Vigilante. You were the best thing I’ve tasted in a LONG time.
You sit down on the edge of the bed and cross your legs, trying to stop yourself from squirming. The more turned on he makes you, the more reckless you become. In just a few texts you go from a tough superhero intelligence officer with a reputation to protect to a simpering mess with no regard for professionalism.
Blackbird: You are so fucking good at eating me out Adrian. I wish you were here x
Vigilante: You’re gonna make me jizz in my pants if you keep saying stuff like that.
Blackbird: Hey not yet- I have more to show you x
Vigilante: Fuck. Seeing you talk like this makes me wish I could hear you in person.
Blackbird: You wouldn’t like me if I could talk again. People said I was very unkind - to put it mildly x
Vigilante: HAHA as if I can’t tell what all those eye rolls mean. You’re such a meanie but you LIKE me.
Everything just bounces off of Adrian. Every cutting glance from you or dismissive comment from Harcourt. Even the time Peacemaker just let Goff torture him. The world is literally ending and Adrian is just riding the wave and enjoying being included in this mission. You wish you could take a leaf out his book and be less serious in the face of an alien invasion.
You hold your phone to your chest and lie back on the crisp white linen bed sheets. Staring at the ceiling you wonder what it would be like to be here with Adrian, in an actual bed rather than in a sleeping bag. Both uninjured and free to take your time, not worrying about other people catching you.
You take your T-shirt off completely this time. You snap a selfie with you laid back on the bed and send it to him.
The phone starts ringing immediately.
‘Vigilante is requesting video chat’
Here goes nothing. You accept.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” He drags a hand from over his eyes down his face. You hold the phone still above you. “I just had to check if you were real, Birdie. For a second I thought ‘What if last night was an insanely realistic wet dream and now I’m speaking to a snarky but sexy AI bot’. But you are real.”
From what you can see on the screen, he’s shirtless too. As he stretches out getting comfortable on his bed, one hand behind his head, you can appreciate his broad shoulders and chest. A flicker of animalistic urge to bite the exposed underside of his arm leaps through you.
You bring up the keyboard.
Blackbird: I’m glad last night wasn’t just a dream either x
You watch his face as he reads your words pop up on his screen, blue light reflecting on his glasses. He lights up with a wide smile and it makes your heart leap. You tilt the camera down and gently run your fingers up and down your exposed stomach and tits, your fingertips gently tickling your skin. You hear his breath catch in his throat. You move the phone camera back up to your face and slowly, deliberately suck your fingers and move them inside your underwear to start gently circling your clit.
Your phone remains pointed at your face so he can watch you sink back into the soft pillows and close your eyes as your movements pick up the pace.
“L- let me see. Please.” he chokes. You shake your head, the corners of your mouth turning upwards in a smirk. You open your eyes and nod towards him. You first.
He removes his hand from behind his head and flips to the back-facing camera so it’s almost like you’re watching from his point of view. He unzips his black kevlar-weave trousers and tugs down his boxers. His cock is hard already. You swallow thickly- you forgot how big he was. Taking it in his hand, he slowly jerks himself up and down.
How did all of that fit in you? You need to inhale and exhale deeply, steadying yourself. You remember the stretching feeling as he slowly entered you, pressing his forehead against yours and checking you were okay. Oh fuck, the memory makes you speed your fingers up. You move the camera down your body so Adrian can see your fingers working in your underwear.
“Hold on a sec.”
He pauses what he’s doing and urgently takes off the bottom half of his Vigilante suit. He recentres the camera and lets you see him now fully naked. You can see the strong outline of the muscles on his thighs and decide you’d quite like to bite them too.
“Fuck, I wish you were here. You felt so fucking good last night, the way you took all of my dick in that tent like such a good girl for me.”
You writhe back into the pillows as pleasure begins to wash over you.
“Please… show me how you do it baby. Let me see that perfect pussy again.”
It’s too much, his words make you let out a small moan and - CRACK. The sound of glass breaking. You jump in fright. Fuck! The alarm clock on the motel bedside table is shattered in pieces.
“Woah, are you okay?” Adrian returns to the front-facing camera and adjusts his glasses.
You nod and show him the broken alarm clock. You check for any pieces that might have landed on the bed and he waits patiently.
“Hey at least it wasn’t your phone!” he says enthusiastically. You frown. You should have realised something like this would happen. It’s too dangerous to do this - especially on your own. “C’mon Birdie, it’s okay… I personally think it’s really hot that you could kill both of us by cumming. As far as powers go, you’ve gotta admit that’s pretty OP.”
You give him an embarrassed smile. “Is there somewhere you can balance your phone so you have both hands free?”
You carefully place your phone against the lamp on the bedside table and kneel on the bed in front of it. His eyes look you over from your head to where your knees connect with the mattress.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” You blush hot red again and he smiles reassuringly “I can’t believe I get to see you like this.” He is being so sweet and it’s killing you. Last night he was teasing you so much that you’re actually beginning to wonder if he was just getting back at you for being so rude to him the past few weeks.
You feel exposed, almost the full length of your body is on display on your video tile. The thought of him seeing all of you out so brazenly makes the hairs on your arms stand up. You’re brave in the field but being so openly vulnerable takes a different kind of boldness you don’t get to exercise often.
Heart pounding in your chest, you slip your underwear off and throw them aside. That’s it, nowhere and nothing to hide now. He groans and angles his phone down his body so you can see him stroking his cock, a clear bead of precum leaks from the tip from it.
You move your hands over your body and watch his eyes follow them. You pinch your nipples and move one hand down to your clit again. “Wait, Birdie, do exactly as I say,” he interrupts “We don’t want you sending a sonic boom through to Harcourt’s room this time.” You bite your lip and nod slowly, it would be embarrassing to say the least, having to explain why the wall between your rooms was rubble if something did go wrong.
“Get on your hands and knees for me,” It’s forward, direct but he says it with such confidence that you don’t even think twice about doing so, obediently. It reminds you of the way he effortlessly relays instructions at you in combat. “Now grab that pillow… lay your head on it and put your other hand down between your knees.” You feel your insides buzzing as you lie, literally face-down ass-up, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.
“Now use that hand to touch your clit for me.” This is obscene, you think but you do it anyway, your head on one side so you can look at Adrian on your phone. He drags his hand up and down the length of himself more slowly than before, taking his time and enjoying the scene in front of him.
“When you start to get close you can turn your head into your pillow and let it out,” he says, watching your figure, side-on as your walls start to clench, begging to be filled. You allow yourself to test it out quietly, biting down on the linen and polyester and letting a small cry out. It vibrates but nothing else happens. You hear him let out a small whimper at the sight of you biting into your pillow. “Fuck, Birdie, have you ever thought about OnlyFans? I’d subscribe.”
The jape unlocks something in your brain. Shyness quickly disappearing, you turn your body another 90 degrees so that he’s looking at you directly from behind. You open up your knees wider and adjust the pillow so you can lie your head back down. All he’ll be able to see is your spread legs, ass and soaking wet cunt. Your fingers reach down to stroke your wet folds.
“Hooooooly fuck- that view. Keep doing that. No, wait- just your clit. I want to see your pussy leaking for me.”
Your muffled whine is impatient. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are for him but you can tell from the way his breathing is getting quicker that he’s getting close, just from looking at you like this.
“Hey, look at me Birdie.”
You turn your head and look past the side of your body, and see him on the carefully balanced phone screen.
“You know what you are, right?”
You bite your lip. I’m a slut, I’m a fucking slut touching myself on camera for you, Adrian.
“You’re mine. And that beautiful pussy belongs to me.”
Oh. It’s too. Fucking. Much. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop your fingers as they bury deep inside you curling up and tapping a frantic rhythm while the heel of your hand puts delicious pressure on your clit.
You can’t see him anymore but he makes sure to narrate it for you. “That’s it. Think about me fucking you as you’re doing it, B.” You hear the wet slick of his own hand speeding up too.
You close your eyes and as you curl your fingers inside yourself, you imagine Adrian’s huge cock filling you up. The way he’d grab your hips, smack your ass and bite your shoulder as he thrusted deep inside you.
“I love this angle. Keep doing that for me. Fuck, you look amazing like this.”
Letting out another sigh into your pillow, you feel the swell coming, feeling immense satisfaction that Adrian is watching you on his phone and furiously pleasuring himself, he too imagining that he was pounding into you deep from behind.
“You’re doing s-so good, baby. Such - such a good girl.” he stutters and inhales sharply.
In response you bounce your hips a little, in sync with your fingers, wishing you were backing up and gyrating into his hips. You take another peek at your screen to see his head leaning back and his Adam's apple moving as he swallows and clenches his jaw. He looks back at the screen and catches your eye “So… f-fucking… hot.” he pants. You feel another jolt of searing heat between your legs. Your pussy desperately clenches around your fingers, wishing it was his cock.
“Say my name when you cum for me. Come on, you can do it. Into the pillow.”
The pillow envelopes your face just in time for you to moan his name.
The whole bed shakes violently this time. You tumble straight into your release as you continue to whimper. It’s hot and wet and desperate, heat radiates from your centre, making your knees tremble weakly as the orgasm rips through you.
“I’m gonna- I’m - fuuuuck.” Adrian groans and you move your head again to watch him finish. His eyes squeeze shut and he shudders, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto his chest and stomach.
You lie still for a few more moments, your leaking entrance still twitching and exposed to the camera while you eventually catch your breath. You crawl around to grab your phone and roll onto your back, holding the screen above you.
You both stare at each other, flushed and glowing with sweat. Adrian adjusts his glasses, wipes himself off with a towel and lies on his side, one arm propping his head up. You think it would be very comfy to nuzzle into the crook of his neck right now. Maybe you’d trace your fingers over his scars and listen to him talk about how he got each one.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And trust me, I’ve watched a lot of stuff.”
You smile in a self-satisfied sort of way and pull up the keyboard.
Blackbird: I like seeing you too. And hearing you talk to me x
“Okay, so we need to do this again in person next time.”
Blackbird: I’d like that x
“And can you admit you like me yet?”
You give him an indifferent jerk of the head but he reads through you and grins triumphantly.
Blackbird: Okay I DO like you Adrian. But I’m just not sure if we should be doing this at all x
“I get it if you’re embarrassed to be with me - we don’t have to tell the rest of the team.”
You shake your head fervently. Relief washes over his face.
Blackbird: It’s not that… I can’t let myself fall for someone when I need to leave the country right after this mission x
You also don’t trust Amanda Waller or MI6 right now and don’t want to give them any personal leverage. But you can’t put that anywhere in writing. Even in an encrypted message to Adrian. It’d be too dangerous for both of you.
“Wait - are you saying you’re falling for me?”
You freeze- your mouth opens stupidly as you reread your last message. Shit.
“Because Birdie I fell for you the first time I saw your burst someone’s head open with your sonic scream. You’re the hottest, most badass person I’ve ever met. And if you feel even sort of the same way, it would be stupid to ignore it- right?”
Blackbird: I think it’s stupid to even discuss it. We shouldn’t get attached when I live on another continent x
“Yeah but you’ll only live there if you actually survive!” he says with newfound enthusiasm “There’s like a really high chance we’ll both die pretty soon.”
Blackbird: And if we’re both fortunate enough to live? x
“Eh,” he shrugs “Sounds like a problem for future us to worry about. No point dwelling on hypotheticals.”
You wrinkle your nose but butterflies dance in your tummy with excitement. Okay, we’re doing this…. and if we both live long enough for me to go home, we can call it a summer fling and move on.
Blackbird: Fuck it. If we’re gonna die we might as well hook up a few more times… :) x
Adrian rolls onto his back and punches the air “Go out with a bang. Literally.” he pauses “Are you going to start putting two x’s at the end of your texts to me now?”
You pull up your keyboard.
Blackbird: Yes xxxxx
Chapter 3: The Spy Who Came Out in the Cold
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