#sorry for all the text but i couldnt just leave all this out
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Ferrari Red .2
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summary: Tensions run high between the beloved Ferrari boy and his girlfriend after a complicated Austin GP. Pictures and rumors surface, catching the eye of Y/n.
pairing: charles leclerc x fem! reader
warnings: angst, Ferrari boys red flags, alcohol consumption, toxic actions, throwing up
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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
Slowly waking up, you let out a soft sigh, memories of the night flowing back. You sit up and glance around your friends apartment, seeing a note left on the kitchen island.
Moving slowly up and off the couch you read the note, which simply states that you can stay as long as you want and that shes sorry for what happened.
With a shaky sigh you wipe the already falling tears off your face, the same confusion and hurt consuming you.
You grab a cup of water and drink some, hoping the water will calm your nerves. But a knock at the door has the glass shattering to the floor.
The door swings open and shows a dishevlled looking Charles with your favorite flowers and takeout.
“Are you okay cheri?” He asks worriedly, moving into your friends apartment and closing the door behind him. He moves over towards your shaking body, setting the gifts he brought on the kitchen island, placing one hand on your arm he gently moves you away from the kitchen and into his arms, cautious of the glass and water on the ground.
“Cheri are you okay?” He asks, his tone so soft and delicate manages to break you out of your silence. Shoving him away and out of your grasp breaks your heart but the rage you felt was more.
“Dont call me that!” You shout out, tears forming in your eyes once more. “Please Y/n…cheri..you have to listen to me..” Charles begs out, moving closer to you as he wraps his arms around you once more, instead of moving away you simply just cry into his chest, sobbing as you softly punch his chest.
“Why did you do that? Was I not enough? I dont understand Charles…why did you do that to me…to us Charlie” You sob out, still hitting his chest softly in frustration and confusion.
Charles doesnt do anything, he squeezes you to his chest, not caring if you hit him or not. “I was missing you cheri, I needed you and couldnt have you..” He whispers out, his voice breaking at the sight of his love in so much pain because of him.
“Then why didnt you call me? Or text me back?” You shout out, finally coming to your senses and shoving him away.
“I..I dont know” He mumbles out, “I was upset, and I drank, I wasnt myself cheri you have to understand that…” He says, reaching out to you, but instead you move away from him.
“And she..she came to me, she had a smile exactly like yours Y/n, I was only thinking of you…I needed you and she filled that space, I love you cheri…” He says, voice breaking as tears spill.
“Go back to the apartment Charles…I- I need time..” You say, finally looking him in his eyes.
It broke you, his eyes bloodshot, hair a mess, nose red from crying. “Please cheri I cant lose you….I cant..” He begs out once more, voice cracking and eyes wide. “Give me time” You state again, voice stern to put the point across.
With a nod and a one sided hug he leaves, going back to your shared apartment like you had asked.
After cleaning up the shattered glass and water, you eat the takeout Charles had gotten you, not that upset to ignore the free food right infront of you.
Some time passes and your friend is finally back from work, “Let me guess you spent the time scrolling on your phone, watching Disney movies and sulking?” Sadie, your friend, says as she closes the door to her apartment.
“How did you guess?” You say groggily, rolling your eyes as you flip her off from the couch. “Okay first of all none of that please, also get yourself all dolled up! You are going out for revenge tonight!” Sadie says with a smirk and glint in her eye, one you reconginze very well. With a groan and sigh you slowly get up off the couch, forcing yourself to take a shower, do your makeup and hair.
Thankfully you had kept a few dresses at Sadies apartment, and she picked the one that you both knew Charles would love.
“Dude you look so hot!” Sadie squeals out after you walked out into the living room in your black dress, hair and makeup completed. “Thanks, you look good too, cute top” You say with a soft smile, Sadie pairing a risky top with some pants.
Sadie gives you a reassuring smile, knowing you still feel upset. “Lets just go out and try to have some fun, yeah?” Sadie says, linking her arm with you, leading the two of you out of her apartment and onto the streets of Monaco.
“Wait..did you tell Charles I was with you?” You ask as you and Sadie walk side by side, you glance over to her, and see a grin on her face, giving you the answer you were looking for.
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y/n: dressing for revenge
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francisca.cgomes gorgeous gorgeous girl 😍
y/n all you kika 🫶
charles_leclerc 😍😍❤️
user why is he still liking her posts???
user23 he's probably in denial
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user2330 honestly she probably deserved it
lilymhe I have such a beautiful girlfriend
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You scoff to yourself, turning off your phone after scrolling through more of the comments from the post Sadie made off your phone.
You look around the club Sadie wanted to go to, it wasn’t all that bad, fun lighting, a nice bar and areas to sit.
Which was what you were doing, sulking off in a corner, sitting in a booth as you nurse your gin-tonic.
You would be having fun if Charles was with you, but he wasn’t. Letting out one more sigh you rub a hand over your face. Taking a deep breath, you finish off the rest of your drink and search for Sadie amongst the rest of the people in the club.
You find her near the bar, flirting up some random guys for drinks. Placing a hand against her back you give her a soft smile, averting eyes from the two guys she was talking to.
“Oh perfect! Adam, Lucas, this is Y/n my friend I was talking about!” Sadie says with a smile, handing you a shot of vodka.
“Oh aren’t you that Ferrari drivers girlfriend?” Lucas, you assume, asks. He’s tall, dark hair, tanned skin with dark eyes. You roll your eyes at his question.
Taking the shot down you hold back the grimace, “Not at the moment, no” You finally reply back with a smirk.
Knowing you caught the attention of him after he looks you up and down, handing you another shot, he wraps his arm around your waist, making you want to throw up.
“Let’s go party then” He whispers into your ear with a grin, which causes you to hold back a grimace.
You let out another groan, clutching your stomach as you vomit more into the toilet, Sadie holding back your hair as the pounding music from the club drowns out your gagging.
Feeling yourself sober up you move up off of the ground, groaning again as you flush the toilet. "You all good now?" Sadie asks, unlatching the door to the bathroom stall and moving to wash her hands and check her makeup in the mirror.
"Yeah..yeah, I'll be okay" You respond, rising off your hands and touching up your makeup. Leaning down into the sink you rinse out your mouth too.
You hear Sadie mumble out something with hot guys and drinks, then before you know it you're alone in the bathroom.
With a sigh you lean against the sink, checking Instagram you could feel the throw up come back once again.
Instagram
sadie.collins story
charles_leclerc replied to the story
charles_leclerc who the hell is that guy on Y/n?
sadie.collins now you know how she feels
charles_leclerc when I get there she better be far away from him
You quickly refresh Instagram, checking if this was real or you were dreaming. Thankfully Sadie had deleted it off of her story.
Then you check Twitter, letting out a sigh as it looks like no one had seen it, or at least posted about it.
Sadie rushes into the bathroom and grabs your arm, yanking you out of the room and back into the club, rushing through the people.
“We have to go” She says, her eyes traveling around the club rapidly.
“Why-“ You ask, trying to keep up with her, but then you finally realized why, or more so saw why.
Charles Leclerc was standing only four feet in-front of you with a look of pure rage on his face.
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radio: Hope the second part was a good read, it took me all day to finish it!! Hopefully start working on the third part when I have the time 💙💙 !! This was not proof-read !! (please leave any thoughts, feedback and comments!)
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sparks fly
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
lh43 x childhood!bestfriend
warnings: none?!?!
she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.
“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.
“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.
“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.
“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.
as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.
'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.
My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.
once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.
“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.
you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.
“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.
“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”
And the sparks fly
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W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII
Written by Santa Trindade
Banner by @missyorkswhore
Made in Brazil
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.
wc: 2.9k
rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]
a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!
Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.
You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.
When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.
That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.
Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.
Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...
You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..
Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.
You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.
DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.
You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..
You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣
You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.
After a couple hours you get a message
Pedro P: Mine or yours?
You: Inside me
Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.
You: Come to me Don Juan
Pedro P: haha 🤣
It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..
You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.
"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car
You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"
Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.
"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"
"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"
He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”
He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.
You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"
Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.
Pedro stops and looks at you,
"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"
Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.
"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"
The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.
Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.
"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.
You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.
You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.
While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.
Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.
He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.
Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.
Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.
You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.
You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.
“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.
Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.
Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.
"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.
You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.
"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.
"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"
You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.
"Gosh! You're going to kill me"
You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.
"Por favor…”
You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"
With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.
You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."
Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.
“..taste you Ma’am..."
Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.
He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"
"Stop?"
"No, no, keep going.." giggling.
This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.
He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.
"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"
You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.
"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"
Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.
"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.
"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.
Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.
Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.
"So fucking tight..ah”
He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.
"Please papi, fuck me…"
Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while
fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...
Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.
You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.
The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.
Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.
You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.
"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.
"Come, take a shower with me"
The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.
You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.
While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.
"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"
He smiles and holds your hand.
"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”
You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.
The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.
"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.
You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.
"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.
You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.
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medicine
word count: 467
trope: bf x gf (fluff kinda smut, idk)
pairings: ethanlandry x fem!reader
a/n: broo im such a liar saying i was back 💀 anyways, enjoy this fluff with my own kinda twist bc i dont know how to write cute stuff without it being nasty
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it was late at night, you honestly couldnt even remember what day it was, you had a fever and was watching a movie on your bed. your boyfriend, ethan was worried sick but you told him not to stress about it, still, he decided to stop by your house to have a little sleepover. you were laying on your bed curled up, surrounded by all of your pillows and blankets, you were freezing. "im here, open up" ethan texted, you got up, still wrapped in your blanket and opened up your window, waiting for ethan to show up "hey babe" he said, appearing on your window and giving you a kiss, your parents didnt exactly like ethan, i mean, they were approving of your relationship but if they knew you'd have sex with him at least once per week, they would probably faint, so, you were used to this unusual entry. you stepped back giving him some room to step inside your room. "gosh i missed you" he said, kissing you down your neck and grabbing your waist to pull you closer. "i cant ethan, im sick" you said, "sorry, i just cant keep my hands off of you, how about we lay down and watch a movie?" he said, guiding you to bed. you choose to watch scream 1996, your favourite, although ethan preferred scream 4, he decided to give in. you both layed down, him being the bigger spoon and you being the tiny one. in the middle of the movie you started getting chilly, because of the fever, you were feeling extremetly cold even though you've had every blanket in your room wrapped around you "are you okay baby?" ethan said, noticing your shiver. "yeah, just cold" you said, still shivering. an idea popped into ethans mind, a way for you to heat up. "i've got and idea" ethan said, "what is it?" you asked "you'll see" he said, grabbing your pijama shorts and panties from under the blanket, sliding them right off, you gasped. he took his grey sweat pants and underwear aswell "is this okay?" he asked, making sure you were comfortable, "yeah" you said, giving him permission. he lined up his dick with your entrance and slided in, making you whimper, surprisingly, your shiver stopped and ethans idea actually worked. a little bit of time passed and you were clinging your walls to his veins, almost squeezing them, ethan started to move his hips up and down slowly. your moans got louder but your were shussed by ethans thumb shortly after "you have to be quiet princess, we dont want you parents finding out that you're my good girl" as ethan whispered that into your ear you cummed leaving his cock soaking wet just like your pussy, it was like medicine.
#ethan landry#ethan landry smut#horror#loren campbell#scream#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#ethan landry smut non con#billie eilish smut#billie eilish
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Rafayel and reader did that it was readers first time but in the morning she gets up early she had an important class so she leaves and she forgets to text Rafayel and Rafayel would feel very anxious?!? Idk if it makes any sense
left alone
hurt/comfort | rafayel x mc / reader | 694 words
as she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a purple tuff of hair on her chest. her face softened as she played with it for a moment, remembering the events of last night. it had been such a meaningful experience. wanting to thank him with breakfast, the girl started getting up, careful not to disturb her partner.
as she checked her phone, she realized the time. she was about to be late for work. quickly getting dressed and leaving a goodbye kiss, she made her way out of the artists house.
a few hours later, the lemurian woke up, feeling unusually cold as he realized where this lack of warmth was coming from. he turned around and saw that his bed was empty as he recalled everything that had happened.
had she really just left him? used him? was that all she wanted from him? everything that their relationship had been building up to be up until this point was for nothing?
As the tall man stood up and looked over his house for any sign of his partner, he grew even more disappointed, but not of her but of himself. had he not been enough? if she just wanted that type of relationship, she could've said so. he just wanted her in any way he could. even if it was at his expense.
the day went on, and he laid on his bed. time moving fast, but he paid no mind to it. maybe thomas had called him a couple of times, it couldnt have been anything important since he didn't burst through the door while scolding him.
he tossed and turned in the bed, her scent surrounding him, making his chest tighten. After a bit, he fell asleep again.
"...yel"
"...fayel"
"Rafayel!"
He turned around as he woke up, taking in his surroundings.
"Did you sleep all day? Thomas texted me saying he couldn't get in touch with you."
"So you pay attention to Thomas' texts but can't even leave me a note?"
"What? What do you mean-?"
"You left me."
Her teasing smile dropped as it dawned on her what she had done.
"Oh my god I... Rafayel I swear it wasn't like that"
"It's fine," he interrupted, sitting up on the bed and looking down. "If you... want to see me in that way and only in that way... It's fine, just please..." Strong hands held her wrists. "dont leave me."
Both of them sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, the clock on the wall seemingly unmoving.
At the lack of response, the lemurian looked up to see her holding back tears. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I just left you there! And you're just... accepting it?!" She shook off his hold and stepped off the bed.
"Why are you getting angry at me?"
"Im not angry at you, Yel. Im angry at myself. What happened last night was really special to me and I really wanted- want to thank you. But I woke up late and Tara had been calling me so I ran to work. I am... truly sorry."
He stood up, chuckling at her tear stained face.
"It's okay, my love." he caressed her cheek, her hands quickly flying to hold his. "It's not. You've told me countless times how scared you are of me leaving, and it feels like I continue to make that fear come true. And I'm really sorry... I... wish I could give you what you're looking for-"
Her rambling was interrupted by soft lips pressed against hers. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away.
"I should really buy you a lip balm" her mouth was slightly open in bewilderment as he chuckled.
"It's really okay. Both of us need to work on our things. You should be better at letting me know when you have to leave, and I should be better at letting you leave. As much as I wish to have you for myself, you have responsibilities, and you love your job, I can't take you away from it."
"To make it up to you, how about I make dinner?" she smiled.
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thank you so much for the request! english isnt my first language so i apologize for my mistakes.
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(2) casual iso <3
contents: headcanons, reader is a uniqlo employee for plot purposes, self indulgent
part 2,, i couldnt help myself alright? its a little rushed but i just needed to get this out
this part is inspired, actually this whole casual iso thing is inspired by @angelltheninth 's pining! iso post
its actually really funny how i love pretty much all their posts and writing for at least six months and now just started following them thats how often i see their content in my feed i just never hit the follow button im sorry
part 1, part 3
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iso who starts giving you a discount on your drinks, just as long as you give him your employee discounts in uniqlo and the exclusive early news on unreleased lines and collabs
iso who talks to you like everyday now haha
iso who then starts to pine for you, hard
iso who most to all of the time has his eyes on you not just when you speak, he actually almost tripped on a curb because he was so focused on you
iso who low-key craves your attention, after the first time you hugged him after he accompanied you home, he's started wishing he could hug you for long periods of time
iso who gets teased by yoru and phoenix for crushing on you, he's already embarrassed enough with the realization he likes you
iso who gets flustered with every physical interaction you two have, hugs? freezes up a bit before wrapping his arms lightly around you (poor baby's a little awkward), tugging his hand along? cheeks dusted pink, the occasional brush against his fingers? ears a little red <3
iso who started carrying bluetooth earbuds when he's out with you instead of headphones, it gets him to focus on you more, and maybe.. you two can listen to music together.. with his earbuds
iso who insists on giving you his jacket (the one that you found for him cough cough) when he sees you tense and shiver in the cold, he can handle it so just take the coat, man's not taking no for an answer
iso who out of habit, sub-consciously leans more towards you to hear your voice better, sometimes he stops himself and gets a little embarrassed with how close he is to you
iso who at any location, on the bus or train, at the movies, at any point if you're falling asleep, he's going to tilt your head towards his shoulder. it's fine you're too much into sleep to see his faint blush and endearing eyes on you
iso who sometimes pays for your food, you've had a rough day at work? snacks on him, some customer got on your nerves? he's got you a drink to cool you off <3
iso blushes a lot when you thank him, sometimes it's that same earnest smile you gave when you got him that jacket, sometimes it's a tired relieved smile with a small quiet thanks and your eyes are looking at him so sweetly and a little dazed from fatigue it makes his breath hitch and heart race a bit. "always.." he murmurs
iso who starts getting a little jealous when he's around you yet your attention is mainly on someone else, it gets a little much for him
iso who is a little noticeably annoyed when he sees you doubling over in laughter from gekko's stories, you two seem to be having a lot of fun
iso who doesn't know how to deal with how he's feeling, so whether he realizes it or not, he starts creating a bit of distance
iso takes his leave silently, going to the tea shop to work even on his day off to get his mind off of his envy
iso who left his phone on do-not-disturb full silence and in a locker so he doesn't look at it, meaning he doesn't see the worried texts and numerous calls to him from you asking if he's okay and where he went off to without telling you
iso who on his break in the back still without his phone and doesn't take mind of the bell that rings whenever the door opens and he just thinks it's another customer
iso who is surprised when it's you showing up through the door in a bit of disarray, heavy breaths, and chest heaving from exhaustion
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"granny!" you barge through the door in labored pants. "granny, have you seen where zhao yu is? he hasn't picked up at all."
the elderly woman's mood is quite calm, maybe too much for your worry.
"oh yes, he's here, zhao yuuu! come out!" she beckons iso before he steps out curiously, eyes wide when they meet your own.
"what's goin' on-"
"where have you been?!" you cut him off in an approaching fury. "i've been texting and calling for hours, why didn't you tell me you left? why didn't you tell me where?"
he senses you're upset with him, pissed beyond what he's seen from you. and he panics.
"i.. granny called me in to ask me to work-"
"bullshit, yu." ah, you caught him. "if that was the case you would've at least told me, why?"
iso's hesitant, and his eyes show it the most when they lock contact with your hardened gaze before it softens into a vulnerable, pleading one.
"please.. don't lie to me." and his resolve breaks when he hears the pain and desperation in your voice. iso's head hangs low and his eyes are now everywhere else but your own. "you made me really worried."
"i know, i know." he admits quietly and he can't help but lean close to rest his forehead on your shoulder. "i'm sorry.."
he's so quiet about it, ashamed about how immaturely he handled it and causing you stress, akin to somewhat like a kicked puppy.
"i'm sorry i tried lying to you," he starts off again, your hand swinging over his shoulder and the other at the back of his head to bring him in an embrace. he spills, voice is a little muffled against your shoulder. "i'm sorry i left without telling you, worrying you and having you run to find me. i'm sorry for not picking up or responding at all, that was childish of me.."
"but why?" you begged for a reason, he's closer to you than ever, torso flushed to yours and your grip firm, it makes him feel like he's melting as he indulges himself more into your arms. still hesitant.
"i'm.. sorry, i was.." he pauses, his face heating up with having to admit this to you of all people. "i didn't like.. i.."
gosh he'll never hear the end of this from yoru and phoenix.
"i was jealous" he whispered so quietly, if he was any farther than now you wouldn't have been able to catch it and honestly, he was hoping you didn't.
"oh, yu.." his heart soars at your soft voice. you pull away with a light giggle, just enough to see him, his face flushed with a slight pout.
you lightly brush his fringe apart, caressing his face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead in a silent confession. iso's eyes are squeezed shut, red in the cheeks as his stomach does flips before giving into his desires and burying his head into the juncture of your neck to hide away from embarrassment. <3
#iso x reader#iso fluff#iso valorant#valorant iso#valorant#valorant protocol#valorant x reader#i want me a man like iso pls god have mercy#zhou’s daydreams
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hi hi hi hi i saw this post and i wanna see your take on it (with peter ofc like hurt/comfort) (https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/730170525023862784/okay-hey-me-again-was-hoping-to-send-a-request?source=share) something similar happened to me a couple of weeks ago too.
So a couple of weeks ago i was planning like this whole big get together and was texting everyone and planning food, decorations and everything and the day of most people either canceled or just literally didnt show up and i didnt even get a text or anything, and i literally spent hours planning, like i went to TJMaxx, Marshalls and stuff like that to find cute decorations and everything, like i spent all of my own money on this. Since no one came i literally sat in my house all dolled up eating everything and watch tv cuz i was upset. THEN around like 11 at night i was on instagram (and im guessing one of them forgot to take me off their close friends) and i saw a story of basically everyone i invited to my party go to another persons party or something i wasnt invited to ig and none of them told me. Like if im being honest, if they couldnt come cuz of some other event i would have moved the date even tho i picked it first. but like, its so shitty cuz they are like my main friend group and its hard for me to mingle with people in general. I have been texting like dry responses and the group chat has been empty since and i have no idea what to do. - 🎀
That’s What Peter’s For
✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader
✮ word count: 0.8k
✮ warnings: one forehead kiss, hurt/comfort, mentions of food, angst.
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main masterlist ⋆ peter parker masterlist
✮ gif by @spidey-stark
The TV in front of you flickered from frame to frame, each pixel reflecting a bright and blinding light into your dark living room. It’s late as you sit alone on the couch, eating the food you prepared for your friends going to waste due to your overplanning. Or maybe because they didn’t bother to show up.
As you mindlessly shovel food into your mouth, you think back on your trips to pick out decorations for this night. You went with Peter, and you spent too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted your friends to gawk at the effort you put in, you just wanted them to care.
When you were picking out an outfit for tonight, you tried on each variation, but to no avail, you weren’t satisfied. The bedroom looked like a warzone. Shirts and pants scattered along the floor, leaving little to no walking room. You couldn’t help but look forward to seeing everyone, the thought making you anxious for everyone to arrive.
Peter was out for the night doing his nightly activities, when the clock struck eight, signaling that your friends should be here at any moment. You were still perfecting some of the drinks when you checked the clock again, eight forty-five. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you walked over to your phone to double-check the time and also look for any ‘running late, sorry’ messages. And to your surprise, the time was correct, and no one had texted you.
Taking a seat on the couch, you looked for the digital invite you’d sent everyone to double-check check you got the date right. Maybe I’m the wrong one? Once you found it, you took a deep breath. The date is right.
You tried to find answers as you scrolled through social media. One of the people invited to your party posted a video of themselves dancing in a dimly lit club, the camera panned over to the rest of the group. You can feel your heart sink into your stomach as you realize that everyone you’ve invited was in that video posted five minutes ago.
Now it’s almost midnight, and you haven’t moved besides turning on the TV and reaching for the snacks on your coffee table. Thick tears roll down your face, taking your makeup with you. You texted one of them a few hours ago, simply asking when they would arrive at your place. And of course, you didn’t receive a response.
Too in your mind, you don’t even hear the front door open, revealing Peter quickly shoving his suit in his backpack. He was assuming that there would be other people filling in his apartment, causing him to change in the alley and rush up to meet you. A smile is on his face until he’s met with the sound of silence along with the muffled noise from whatever you are watching.
Then his eyes land on you. Walking over he can’t see your tear-stained cheeks yet as he asks, “Where is everyone, bug?” You sniffle, before turning your head to look at him, instantly breaking down in tears. “Woah,” he instantly sits next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, “tell me what happened.” His tone suddenly turns stern, as he worries.
You look up at him, your skin smudged with a thick smear of black from the mascara you delicately applied just hours before. “Th–They…never showed up,” you take a shaky breath, “everyone ditched me for something else, Pete. And n–no one told me.”
Peter’s worry turned into anger. He was there for you through all of the planning, all of the grocery trips, and all of the outfit changes, and none of them cared to show. He knew that you needed him in this moment. You needed a warm embrace to pour your heart out. And that you did.
You sat and cried with Peter until you fell asleep, exhaustion taking over your body. When Peter felt your breathing even out beside him, he turned off the TV and carried you to your shared bedroom. Placing you down on the mattress, he walked back into the kitchen, quietly packing everything up, and cleaning the space. The last thing you needed to see tomorrow morning was the events of tonight.
You didn’t stir until you felt a cold cloth on your face, softly wiping at your skin. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m just taking your makeup off,” he hushes, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. You relax under him. The feeling of someone looking after you makes you melt further into the mattress.
With Peter everything was alright, and you knew that he would be right at your side through all of it. That includes texting your friends a lengthy paragraph about the value of friendship.
✮ author's note: oh 🎀 anon, im so sorry you had to deal with this. i've been through something like this a few years back, and it is such a shitty feeling. you don't deserve friends that will push you aside for something they think is better. friendships do not work like that. they should have communicated with you about not making it, but the fact that they just ghosted you completely and tried to cover it up??? shady as hell. i'm always here to listen!!
don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support this if you liked it!! my asks/inbox is open, so send in requests if you'd like. ok, ily bye<333
#fluff#marvel#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#andrew garfield peter parker#tasm!peter parker#spiderman#peter parker#peter parker hurt/comfort
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'love notes' izuku midoriya x f!reader
IZUKU MIDORIYA x FEMALE READER
SFW OCTOBER! - DAY 2 - LOVE NOTES (yes i changed it cause i couldnt write lap pillow shut up) - prompt list
wc: 237
izuku loved you, oh how much he loved you. another thing he loved was giving you little notes.
When you went to U.A., he would leave little notes in your locker; ‘have a good day!’ he’d write, always signing it ‘izu’ with his signature smiley face. he’d always manage to sneak a little note into your notebooks, pencil pouch, backpack, wherever he could. He just wanted to remind you he was there. when he’d leave for missions or internships, or really any time you two were apart, he always texted you. random messages from him pop up on your phone during the day. ‘i love you ! :)’, ‘i miss you :(‘, or random tiktoks. those ones that say ‘send this to the prettiest girl you know’ or something you like.
he wasnt the only one writing notes, though. writing him notes was one of your favorite things. not during class though, especially when All Might was teaching. he’d give you the biggest glare if you passed him a note during All Might’s class.
when you two were married in the future, you two had a game. a game of hiding notes. you’d go to the bathroom and find a small note on the door when you shut it, you’d find one in your laptop. sometimes you would go to his agency while he was out and leave small notes in his office, or in his hero gear.
A/N: okay, i know im late and i'm so sorry! I'm a teacher who has no respect for her time 😭. I shouldnt be late next week, as it’s my district's fall break. Most of my October / kinktober posts will be short drabbles.
#x reader#x female reader#x fem!reader#x f!reader#izuku midoriya#deku#bnha#mha#izuku x reader#deku x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#midoriya x reader#fluff#fanfic#kinktober 2023#sfw
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what does he have that I don’t?
syn -> rindou is in shambles after you reject him.
warnings : heartbroken, rindou has low self esteem, angst, no happy ending, not proofread
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“I’m sorry, I don’t like you like that.”
six words rindou dreaded hearing.
he stood before you, holding a basket of your favorite things and a stupid teddy bear.
just to hear those words leave your mouth.
embarrassment settles in before heartbreak does.
he’d gone all out, gone to all your favorite places and even got advice from ran.
to hear you say those words, and watch your face make that goddamn expression.
it looked like you were disgusted with him, just a little bit.
the basket hangs by his thigh, rindou unable to swallow.
“I-I have a boyfriend already.” you whispered to him, moving closer.
he stops you in his tracks when he tosses the basket into the sidewalk.
the bear is now dirty, and the sweets scatter all over the floor.
the candle shattered into pieces.
rindou walks away. the walk of shame, he thinks.
he can hear you calling after him, but he doesn’t turn around for you.
why didn’t he know you had someone?
why had everyone always been so much better than him each time?
he walked all the way home in silence, and even then he slouched on the doorstep.
he couldnt go inside.
ran would tease the absolute shit out of him.
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“rindou! come out!” ran called, banging on his brother’s door.
when rindou made it in the house, he went straight to his room and didn’t come out until he had to pee or brush his teeth.
and shower, of course.
ran wasn’t sure if he was eating, or what had happened.
but he got a pretty good idea when he realized you had stopped coming over.
you rejected him, and you weren’t nice about it.
in his eyes at least.
rindou won’t respond, won’t even make a noise.
after his shower, he’d just sit in his bed and stare at his torn up room.
wondering why he couldn’t be better and what was wrong with him.
what made you give him that look?
was he ugly? did he have boogers?
or was it just his face that was so unattractive that you possibly lied?
ran had given up trying to reach rindou after a few days, letting mope in his room by himself.
but today, ran was actually leaving the house.
a few knocks on his door caught his attention, not like he cared though.
he won’t leave.
“I don’t know if you’re awake rin.. but I’m going to izana’s house. you’ll have the house to yourself. I’ll bring you back food if you want?” ran suggested.
when he didn’t receive a response, ran sighed and began walking down the steps.
a door opening caught his attention, making the older turn around.
rindou was standing there, dressed with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
him being in pajamas was besides the point.
“can I come with you?” rindou asked quietly.
if ran knew inviting him to izana’s house would get him out the room, he would’ve done it ages ago.
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when they get there, izana immediately beams at the sight of rindou.
“dude where’ve you been? I’ve been texting and calling.” izana complains, letting them in.
rindou doesn’t respond to him, immediately walking into the living room and sitting in the free seat next to kakucho.
izana’s brothers, mikey and shinichiro, were sitting on the couch playing cod.
rindou gives a short greeting, and offers a fist bump to kakucho.
ran slouches on the floor beside izana, having idle conversation about something rindou doesn’t bother to understand.
it’s only when izana finishes talking, he notices his brothers.
“what the hell? why are you playing my game?!” izana complains, looking at the two.
“just chill izana. I’m gonna get off when my girl gets here.” mikey says idly, never looking away from the game.
kakucho had only given shinichiro the controller so he could try.
izana rolls his eyes and slouches in his seat, complaining lowly under his breath.
the door bell rings loudly and mikey launches the controller at izana, who catches it.
the boy damn near dies going to open it, a big smile on his face.
rindou hears the two talking, before the conversation grows louder.
although his attention is on the tv, he knows your voice pretty well.
your supposed boyfriend was mikey, izana’s brother.
and of course, you notice him desperately hiding in kakucho’s shadow.
“rindou?” you call quietly, blinking to see if you’d seen correct.
he nods, not offering you a glance or a greeting.
he doesn’t know if his heart could handle it.
“you guys know each other?” mikey asks, looking between the two of you.
“no.” “yes.” the two of you say in sync, rindou’s heart swelling even more.
you look upset that rindou had claimed he hadn’t known you, which he obviously has.
izana had put two and two together, sitting next to ran and nudging him with his jaw on the floor.
everyone knew the two of you knew each other, except for mikey himself.
“we know each other. can I talk to you for a sec?” you say, a hint of hurt in your voice.
rindou sighs quietly, before stepping outside to talk with you.
ran calls for a group huddle immediately.
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the two of you sit outside, waiting for one another to speak.
though rindou doesn’t have anything to say.
you sigh, taking a deep breath and being the bigger person.
“where have you been?” you start off, looking at him from your knees.
“been home.” rindou responds, not too interested in the conversation.
you squint your eyes in confusion.
you had been over to the haitani house multiple times and never got a response from him.
it was always ran answering or no one at all.
“I’ve been calling. and visiting you.” you explain, frowning a bit.
“phones dead.” rindou shrugs, leaning back into the seat and rocking it back and forth.
not only had rindou broken his charger, but he broke his phone after realizing.
it was one of the many reasons he hasn’t answered anyone’s texts or calls.
though even if it wasn’t broken, he’s sure he’d just watch it ring like he did on the first day.
he didn’t wanna upset you with his face again
“why did you say you don’t know me?” you questioned, growing aggravated.
“cause I don’t.” rindou responds, still sounding uninterested.
but the more you listen, it doesn’t sound like he’s uninterested.
it sounds like he isn’t there, emotionally or mentally.
maybe even physically, but you weren’t sure.
“don’t you have a sentence to say? not two or three words?” you scoff, looking at him more offended than you ever have.
“what does he have that I don’t?” rindou questions, finally growing aggravated with you.
you stay silent, looking at rindou with shock.
it was the first time tonight he had looked at you, and he looked like he was in pain.
he definitely wasn’t as there as you thought he was before this.
he looked faded, like he wasn’t paying attention.
and maybe he wasn’t.
“rin-“ “what is it? does he treat you better? does he dress better? is he funnier? huh?” rindou cuts you off, listing things.
he was rambling now.
talking about mikey’s haircut, his bike, his gang, his face shape, his height, anything that could come to mind.
only you realize that he started to cry in the middle of it.
you had really hurt his feelings, just by saying a few words and making a face.
he stops in the middle of, hiding his face in his hands.
you rub his back as he cried, not sure of what else to do to help him.
“how long have you been together?” rindou asks, curious and having a clear enough head.
“..a month, but I’ve known him since september.” you whisper, sniffing to yourself.
rindou nodded, standing up from his seat.
“I have loved you for a year, seven months, and ten days. you’ve only known him for two.” rindou states, not sparing you a glance.
he doesn’t wait for a response, beginning to walk back into the house.
you grab his arm, stilling him in his spot. you didn’t want him to go.
“are you okay rindou?” you questioned, frowning at his facial expression.
he looked completely gone.
he pauses for a minute, before snatching his arm out of your desperate hands.
“your boyfriend is waiting.” rindou says, before walking back into the house and leaving you outside.
the breeze picks up, making you wonder if you made the right choice.
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when rindou walks in the house, he’s alone.
emma’s in the kitchen, stirring something in a new pot.
she wasn’t there when rindou walked in the first time, but he couldn’t be sure.
he had his head down to look at his shoes and count his steps.
she notices him immediately though, beaming a smile at him.
“hey rindou. heard you weren’t feeling well, so I’m making soup.” emma says, gesturing to the pot.
rindou nods, offering her a smile. “thank you emma, but you don’t have to.” rindou replied.
emma shakes her head and shoos him away.
she reminds him of his mother sometimes when she does little things like this.
rindou makes his way upstairs to izana’s room, ignoring the eyes watching him from the living room.
it was mikey, rindou realized. but it hadn’t mattered.
rindou knew he didn’t stand a chance.
when he makes it to izana’s room, they were all laying around relaxing.
“oh hey rin. how’d it go?” kakucho said, looking up at him.
rindou shrugs, dropping on the floor next to izana.
izana nudges him playfully, shooting him a smile.
“em’s making that soup you like.” izana saids, wiggling his shoulders.
“I know.” rindou says, leaning his head back a bit.
ran doesn’t say anything, sprawled out on izana’s bed with his hands folded over his stomach.
and it’s best that he doesn’t.
“don’t worry rin. 10 years from now, she’s gonna have five kids and be miserable.” izana says, nudging him again.
the sound of it makes rindou chuckle.
he’ll just have to pray he can get over you.
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okay so theoretically,,, idek if Matt smokes but i can’t stop thinking abt like,, fwb!Matt who shares his weed but only if you earn it. getting you to ride his thigh, praising you for being so good for him. talking you through it, one hand on your hip to guide you, the other pulling up your shirt so he can leave marks across your chest. he doesn’t even care if you’re making a mess on his pants, they can be washed, but the memory of you getting yourself off, using him to come undone? he could die a happy man
i am simply perishing
girl i’m fucking DEAD over this thought
i’m sorry i’m a sucker for fwb to lovers so don’t mind me
CW: poorly written smut, mentions of drug use (just weed but still), pet names, kinda filthy language, a lil bit of daddy kink bc Matt is in fact daddy. sorry LOL, no actual p in v smut just me rambling really and poorly written smutty themes (im trying bro)
NSFW below the cut ◡̈
but maybe there was a rule of no kissing. kissing equals feelings ya know? so that’s the big rule. like he doesn’t mind kissing your neck down to your chest, but the face? off limits. until today. he’s tired of hiding how feels. he just wants you to be his. he’s tired of people staring at you when you’re in public and his friends making comments about how hot you are. he knows it all. he knows he said no strings attached, but after a year of sleeping together and hanging out all the time he couldn’t help it. so when he woke up that morning and sent you the “hey, wanna come smoke with me?” text, he knew something was gonna happen. he knew he was either reading the situation wrong and this was gonna end the relationship or he was not reading the situation wrong and he’s gonna walk away with a partner.
he was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard his front door open and saw you walk in. “hey dollface.” he smiled towards you. “hi Matty” you blushed his way. you'd think after everything you two had done you wouldn't be so nervous around the man in front of you. You couldn't help it. after the year you've really gotten to know Matt, you couldn't help but feel a certain way. you couldnt help but want to make him happy, you lived to hear his praise. whether that's in his bedroom or around all your friends. you just wanted him to be proud of you. to look at you like you were the only person around, but he said at the very beginning "no strings, honey. you can do that right?" and as much as it hurt to know at any moment he could call it quits, you were just happy to have him in some capacity.
Matt was in front of you with his hands on your waist before you had time to get out of your head. "I have a preroll with your name on it, if you want it of course. you know I'll never force you into it." you chuckled a little, "have I ever told you no before?" he pulled your face to his, lips brushing against yours ever so gently. "never, cause you're my good girl huh?" you nodded against his lips. too scared that if you spoke, he'd move away from you. scared that maybe you were imagining his lips against yours. like this was all some dream. it wasn't until Matt closed the slight gap between the two of you that you realized he was doing this. he broke his rule. there were strings, pulling you to each other and this was proof.
Matt was pulling you towards his couch while his mouth was on yours and his hands traveling down your body until he landed on your ass. he pulled away for a spilt second, just long enough to fall back and pat his lap, signaling you to have a seat. you crawled into his lap, your legs on either side of him. he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to your lips before he spoke up. "I want you, no. I need you to show me something. can you do that for me baby?" nodding, you said "anything you want Matt." "I need you to show me how badly you need me. I need to know how you feel. I need to feel you make a mess all over my pants. I need you to show me what you need."
His hands were on your hips, guiding you against his thigh. "come on, baby. need to hear how good you feel. how good I'm making you feel. when I'm not even inside you." whimpering as you picked up speed, chasing a high you were desperate to feel. "daddy.." "oh there she is, come on sweet girl. I know you want to. can you be my best girl? can you give daddy what he wants?" you nodded vigorously. “uh huh. uh huh anything you want.” “that’s a good girl. I know you’re close. give me what I want and i’ll make it worth your while angel.” that was enough to push you over the edge. Matt helped move your hips once he saw your body stutter so he could help you ride out your high. you slowly stopped, leaning your head against Matt’s shoulder trying to catch your breath.
“sweetheart, we gotta talk about some things.” Matt rubbed your back as he spoke. you nodded against him, scared of what he was going to say to you now. “i’d like to take you on a date, kiss you a bunch more times because now that i’ve gotten a taste i don’t think i can go back and hold your hand in public. if you’ll let me of course.” you didn’t answer him, not trusting your voice. you sat up, grabbed the boys face and connected your lips once again.
#matt dierkes x reader#matt dierkes smut#matt dierkes#matt dierkes headcannon#matt dierkes blurb#bad omens smut#bad omens headcanons#bad omens blurb
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mansion
another imagine inspired by a song LMOAFJSOFA
in this, miguel is a ceo of alchemax, ironic isnt it? lol, i couldnt think of anything else
also how come doja is the most problematic artist but could still manage to keep a song stuck in all of our heads?
lastly, thank you!?!?!? i was so surprised my shit is suddenly getting like 100 likes and reblogs, im kinda running out of ideas for songs but yall could req anytime. to the most sweetest fluff as well as the most sluttiest smut! <3 thank you!
ceo!miguel x fem!reader
"baby, can you call me back? i miss you. its so lonely in my mansion"
you had married a man who you hardly even known at first, no lie. you guys met through an app and it just stuck. you went through all kinds of dates and all kinds of sloppy, full of drool kisses. he later revealed to you that he was a rich man who was a ceo. apparently, he never showed his face to the public, he was some kind of lady gaga 2.0
miguel was the sweetest, yes he was protective, and gets mad easily, but he knows his limits, especially towards you. someone hurts you? off with their heads! someone said you werent good enough for him? off with their heads! you get the point
it has been a week since you last saw him, normally he would let you accompany him everywhere, whether its a personal matter or he needs to go overseas for his work. but this time, you had stayed at home
"im sorry, amor. i really want you to let you come with me. but you know how it is at work, i wont be able to spend time with you there anyways" those were the words miguel said before leaving.
now, here you are. waiting for your dear husband, patiently, a little horny, but most of all, lonely. you couldnt help but sleep with his pillow wrapped around your arms and a leg on top of it, pretending youre snuggling up to him at night.
*incoming call from: mi vida ❤️*
miguel looks down at his phone, even if he was in the middle of a very important meeting, he would stop anything for you. what if it was emergency? what if she was bored? or worse, what if she was in the mood for phone sex!?
"hello, amor? whats wrong, mi vida?" miguel asks, holding a finger up to the line of his workers sitting down, as well as the person who was presenting a presentation to him
"i miss you, when are you coming home?" you asked, an obvious pout on face
"mi corazon..." he said in a certain tone, as if he was telling you he already answered this question a thousand times and was tired of hearing your pleas of coming back home.
"im sorry, i know youre busy. i just miss you, i cant sleep at night, you know" you said
"i know, mi vida. please understand, i love you so much. ill come back as soon as possible. okay?"
this scenario happened a few times for a week. he told you he was coming back in two days, but days has passed and hes still no where to be found. not to mention the very small texts he has been sending you
you were so saddened about everything, you missed your husband, very dearly. you just wanted to cuddle and squeeze him to death
*calling: mi guapo <3*
the text on your phone said, but he doesnt answer and it goes to voicemail
"baby, can you call me back? i miss you, its so lonely in our mansion"
#imagine#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x reader amor#miguel o'hara x reader fluff#miguel spiderman#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel ohara#miguel o hara#miguel o'hara angst to fluff#miguel x reader angst#astv miguel#miguel atsv#miguel x you#spiderman across the verse#spiderman 2099 x reader#across the spiderverse#spiderman#spidersona#into the spider verse#arachnids#insect#doja cat#doja icons#agora hills#accepting reqs
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hi love idk if you’ve already done this but i was wondering if you could do some tyler galpin dating hcs??? <33
(hc) DATING TYLER GALPIN
-- sorry in advance yall 😁😁😁
WARNINGS: swearing is part of my language atp
◦ we all know he’d be the sweetest boy ever
◦ IM TALKING ABOUT GOLDEN RETRIEVER JONATHAN FROM HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA.
◦ pet names such aaaaaaas: honey, sweetheart, or just dude
◦ forehead forehead forehead kisses im telling u
◦ with cheek rubs to follow after 😭
◦ morning, afternoon, night or literally every hour texts
tyler:
hi baby
i just finished my shift
can i come over
pls
tyler:
yn
yn
YNNNN
you arent going to believe what happened today
◦ he lets you pick out his clothes for him cuz he sucks at fashion
◦ he wouldnt even complain anymore bcs every time you pick out an outfit, it always looks like hes about to go to a gala
◦ binge watching mcu every weekend
◦ he’s team iron man and im not letting anyone tell me otherwise
◦ he couldnt get over tony's death for about a week after watching a:eg for the first time
◦ he’d also buy you both matching pjs for when youre both having a night with each other
◦ youre both sooooooooo in love the movie youve both been watching has been forgotten due to making out 😢😢
◦ and not to be biased or anything but i just know he listens to 1d
◦ HE ADORES NIALL.
◦ take me home is his fav album
◦ and u both having mini concerts :))
◦ after that, tyler would bake or make you a little snack
◦ and that motherfucker knows how to bake im not even joking anymore
◦ his cinnamon rolls are so ‼‼‼ it makes you dance in your seat and bombard him wt compliments which makes him just laugh it off
◦ pretty humble guy if i do say so myself
◦ but he’d have these moments where if youre teasing him he’d just go
“how can you hate a person with a face like this?” — “me? really? you think this handsome, smart, perfect man would steal your food?”
◦ hes not good with pick up lines.
◦ hes so awkward for someone who teases their lover
◦ literally after he tries the pick up lines he will shy away from embarrassment and hide himself in your shirt hehe
◦ hes fr my fav typa guy 😁😁
◦ HE'D ALWAYS HAVE HIS HAND IN YOUR JACKET POCKET, even ur ass pocket 😏😏, but his fav is holding your hand and putting them in his jacket pocket its so cute shfs
◦ and just staring at him with obvi love while hes on his shift at weathervane
◦ poor boy was getting distracted cuz he was both eager to be with you and stressed from cleaning up the dry coffee that spilt on the floor
◦ to the point that after his shift, he was practically dragging you out of the café
◦ weekly movie dates with tyler >>>
◦ you two literally cant watch a full movie together cuz halfway through youre both giggling and making jokes
◦ oorrrrrr you both would leave halfway the movie to eat at the nearest fast food place LMAO
◦ yn n tyler > the world
◦ honestly the cutest couple if youd ask some of the people in jericho
◦ tyler’s fav thing made about you both is the ship nameeeee
◦ he fucking adores it
◦ and the boy fucking adores u too
#wednesday#wednesday x reader#wednesday addams x reader#tyler galpin x reader#xavier thorpe x reader#enid sinclair x reader#bianca barclay x reader#ajax petropolus x reader#jadeittic
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡
Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
Stay-At-Home Spencer
- ever since your daughter was born, you and Spencer have taken it in turns to become a single parent while the other parent travels for work
- you offered to stay at home and care for her every time the team needed to travel somewhere because you felt that Spencer was far more useful to the team than you were, but he insisted on splitting it equally
“Considering I couldnt physically assist you in carrying our daughter for nine months and then birthing her, I will spend the rest of our lives doing everything I can for her, and for you.”
- to begin with, both of you stayed home because you were recovering and Spencer made it his job to take care of both of you
- if the team really needed Spencer, you pretty much forced him to go because without him people could literally die, but he never left for more than a night or two
- but as soon as you were well, you were desperate to get back to work after being on maternity leave, so you took the first trip away
- which meant for the first time, Spencer was alone with and solely responsible for his daughter
- needless to say, he was terrified
- although he had paid attention to everything you did as a mother, it seemed that when he tried the same things, they didnt work because he wasnt you
- he also found it fascinating that although your daughter was only a few months old and was perfectly fine whenever you left the room, your daughter had somehow figured out that you were completely out of the house, and she was distraught
- for a solid hour, she cried
- Spencer tried everything, he tried feeding her, burping her, changing her even though she didnt need it
- eventually, he found the greatest solution: pulling funny faces at her
- he realised this completely by accident, he happened to pull a particularly contorted stressed face when she burst into tears despite another attempt at cheering her up, and suddenly she was in fits of giggles
- so he pulled the face again, and she was giggling more
- he lifted her to sit on his raised knees on the floor, bringing her closer to his face to try out some more strange expressions, all of them had her laughing in the most wonderful way
- in that position, she realised that she could reach out and grab some of her father’s hair, which she did
- Spencer was surprised at how gentle she was with him, considering babies often grab things with a lot of determination
- for the rest of the day, he tirelessly pulled different facial expressions until it was almost her bedtime, and by then Spencer’s face was aching
- he had a cloth on his shoulder to catch her drool as he held her in her new favourite place: where she could reach his hair
- you had been texting Spencer at every chance you got to make sure things were going well, but you knew better than to call, just in case your daughter was napping
- unfortunately, one person who didnt think of this was Derek Morgan
- you had been in the bathroom when Derek suggested the team needed Spencer’s help, and by the time you were done peeing the phone was already ringing
- your husband picked up the phone on the second ring so that it disturbed her as little as possible
“Hello?”
“Hey pretty boy, we need your help.”
- Spencer could tell he was on speaker to the entire team, and he hoped with every fibre of his being that there wouldnt be anymore tears from his daughter
- he then heard your voice in the background whisper-yelling
“DEREK MORGAN YOU DID NOT CALL SPENCER! IT’S ALMOST BEDTIME!”
“Spencer has a bedtime?” Derek chuckled.
“Not him-“
- and as if on cue, the little baby in Spencer’s arms squealed with delight, as if she somehow knew people were talking about her
“Oh SHIT! Im so sorry kid!”
“Dont worry, she’s calmed down and ready for sleep after her bottle. What do you need?”
- and so, as Spencer bustled around the kitchen, using his shoulder to hold the phone to his ear while he held his little girl with one arm and prepared a warm bottle of milk with the other, Spencer discussed and essentially solved the case for his team
- “Oh, by the way, pretty girl says she loves you.”
- ah yes, Spencer was pretty boy and you were pretty girl to Derek, always
“Tell her I love her too!”
“Pretty boy says he loves you too.” Derek repeats to you, and Spencer knew you were smiling without even having to see you
“Good luck with the kid, kid.” Derek said sweetly.
“Thank you, good luck with the rest of the case. Look after my wife!”
“We will!” JJ called out.
- with that, Spencer ended the call and began to give your daughter her nightly bottle
- he sat on the couch, holding her gently and admiring her features
- her tiny hands with the gentlest grabby fingers, her perfectly round cheeks, the feathery hair sprouting at the top of her head, and her eyes, your eyes
- once she’d finished her bottle, Spencer walked to her crib and rocked her a little in his arms, humming softly to her until she was fast asleep, and then placing her in her crib
- he tucked her blanket around her and moved a stuffed animal beside her, which she immediately grabbed ahold of in her sleep
- bending down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head, Spencer whispered goodnight to her before leaving the room
- he collapsed on the couch, exhausted beyond what he ever thought possible
- his phone vibrated on the table and he smiled tiredly
You: hey love, everything alright? x
Him: today has been wonderful, but we both missed you a lot! little fairy is sleeping now, and I think I’ve been inspired to do the same x
You: ahhh! you’ve done such a good job, congratulations!! you’re a stay-at-home dad now hahaha. and you finished our case today! you definitely deserve the rest. I’ll be home tomorrow! sweet dreams my angel x
Him: hank you sweetheart. I cant wait to hold you again. I’ll dream of you x
- Spencer didnt even have the energy to move himself from the couch to the bed, he simply shifted slightly so that he was comfortable, and passed out
- a smile lingered on his face as he thought about what you’d said
- a stay-at-home dad, you’d called him. he liked that title
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#imagine#imagines#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#headcannon#criminal minds
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Seatfiller (2/2)
Summary: You got the job as seat filler at the grammys and you just so happen to be sitting next to your favorite band, the dragons. Anything can happen.
Pairing: Modern!Singer!Aegon Targaryan x Fem!Reader
Warnings | smut, p in v, fingering, fluff, slight angst
w.c | 2.5k
a/n | so sorry for the delay with this one !!
part one
You look back down at the address on your phone and back up at the extravagant hotel in front of you. Were you really about to do this?
you take a deep breath and quickly move inside so youre no longer standing outside like a creep.
if you didn't think you would fit in when you walked in your were wrong, everyone looked relatively similar to you which lead you to take a sigh of relief.
now where is this bar?
you move around the hotel lobby and manage to find it faster than you thought. you sit at the bar and the bartender hands you a mini menu.
you order a drink of your choice and you look around after the bartender leaves. the reality of your situation begins to come in.
you were really about to meet the man of your dreams at some fancy bar. maybe you should leave, youre setting yourself up for failure.
You grab your phone, realizing you hadnt even responded to him, you debate for a good while what to say to him,
‘hi’
HI?? thats so dumb, maybe its not.
‘im at the bar’
is that all you should say? you type out and delete messages over and over until you see text bubble pop up and get scared
‘im so happy :)’
‘im on my way there now, i hope you arent waiting too long angel.’
NOW?? the event shouldn't be over for another 40 minutes- oh had that much time really passed?
Your drink was placed in front of you but you cant bring yourself to drink it.
What were you even doing? what were you even expecting from this?
You shake your head and take a sip. your face begins to burn as you think about seeing him.
—
aegon was more than eager to rush out of the event when the cameras shut off, rushing ahead of his bandmates into the van which would take them back to the hotel.
When aemond took his seat next to aegon he gave him a suspicious look, “what are you so eager for?”
aegon just gives him a smile as he pulls out his phone and is greeted by your messages, you were really going to be there.
He hasn't felt this happy in awhile. it was weird, but he couldnt seem to care. You were pretty, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
and you were kind to him, kinder than anybody else had been for awhile.
was it a crime for him to want to see you? all he wanted to do was chat… thats all…
aemond shook his head, “you're ridiculous. dont do anything stupid.”
Aegon looks at his brother shocked, he was expecting some long lecture and a scolding about how improper it would be or how stupid he was.
aemond gave his brother a knowing look before turning his head and staring out the window. its silent for a moment, “youve had a hard couple of weeks. do whatever you wish.”
“but you should not be seen it is unwise-”
“are you saying i should invite her back to my room-”
“ignore my words.”
Aegon smiles and pulls out his phone to send you some texts. He sits the whole car ride with a smile on his face, ignore the teasing from his sister and bandmates.
When they arrive at the hotel he tried his best not to sprint to the bar, not saying goodnight to the rest of his bandmates.
When the bar area grew into his line of sight he could see you.
He hadn't noticed your dress had a cut out where he could see it on full display, chat yeah thats definitely all he wanted to do with you chat… definitely not run his hand down your back, how would you react? would you make a sweet sound-
he takes a deep breath and makes his way over to you, you seem to be lost in thought, not noticing that he was there.
he places a hand on your shoulder and you jump slightly letting out a meek sound.
you face him with an alarmed face before letting out a sigh of relief. fuck you were so cute.
“im sorry angel.”
you hum, “its okay.”
he smiles, “you mind if i sit next to you?”
you nod and he takes the seat next to you, the bar stools are close together so your knees are pressed together, he likes sitting this close to you.
The bartender comes over and he orders his own drink and tells the bartender he’ll cover yoru drink as well,
“you dont need to-”
“i invited you doll just let me treat you.”
he loved the way you turned away from him, your face clearly flushed.
he places a hand on your chin and makes you face him again, “dont look away from me doll.”
You whimper slightly, its a small meek sound but he hears it and he almost lets out a groan of delight.
“are you trying to kill me angel?”
He lets go of your chin and gives you a charming smile.
his drink arrived and he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving you.
“so…” he pauses for a moment, “”you know,” He smiles so large his teeth begin to show, “you were the prettiest woman there.”
you shake your head, “im sure youve said that loads of times.”
he places a hand on his chest as if you had stabbed him, “you think too poorly of me doll, youre the only one.”
You turn away, a thoughtful look on your face.
“what? don't believe me?”
theres a moment of silence between you and aegon almost begins to beat himself up for ruining it before you speak,
“why did you invite me here?”
He tilts his head, “Why not?”
you clearly dont like that answer and his face drops slightly when you frown.
“im just curious….”
he pauses, why did he invite you?
you watch him from the corner of your eye as he seems to be having an internal battle before answering,
“you were nice to me.. nicer than i've experienced recently… i just wanted to chat with you a little longer. im sorry…”
you frown as he turns away, taking a sip out of his drink.
Youve heard of the recent news surrounding him it was hard not to. Youve seen the paparazzi shots of his looking sickly like he barely wanted to be alive and it made your heart clench.
“im sorry i-”
“its my fault really.” he laughs it off cutting you off.
you frown at his dismissal and the clearly fake smile on his face.
you place your hand on his thigh to grab his attention, his head whips towards you with a shocked look, “im sorry you havent been having a good time recently. if you chatting with me is what can make you happy then ill stay here as long as you need.”
The words flow out before you can stop them. hes quiet, just staring at you for awhile before he feels a genuine smile on his face and he places his hand on top of yours and squeezes it.
“you really must be an angel, knowing just what to say to cheer me up.”
You feel embarrassed, looking down at your lap.
“thank you…”
You realize your hand placement and your eyes wide. You try to snake your hand away but his grip is tight, keeping you there.
“trying to leave me so soon? what happened to as long as i need?”
you tsk, “were you even really upset? look at you now all happy.”
he laughs, a full hearty laugh that comes from his chest, his nose crinkles and he closes his eyes.
“well maybe you just make me happy.”
You two hold eye contact for awhile and your whole body grows hot. he really is so attractive, his hair styled perfectly, his eyes bright, his lips plump.
god you want to kiss him, you feel the warmth of his hand which is still covering yours, his hand feels coarse, clearly from his years of playing the guitar.
His eyes trail down to your lips, no way he was really thinking about-
“do you want to come to my room?”
“what?”
you hadnt meant to say it out loud. he smiles at your shocked face, “im sorry if im making you uncomfortable but im just giving you the choice, we can stay down here and just talk. though i would love nothing more than to go up with you.”
You sit and shock, barely even processing what was happening.
maybe you should say no and save yourself the embarrassment. he’s probably just lonely and wants someone to warm his bed for the night.
you have self respect than that, dont you?
well.. maybe you should just say yes, whats the harm? plus you did shave… and what are you supposed to do when your celebrity crush is basically asking you to go have have sex with him.
your body grows hotter as his fingers begin to play with your hand, running a finger up and down the back of your hand with a sickly sweet smile. your underwear is practically ruined.
“okay…”
His smile grows, his hand runs up your arm and rests on the side of your neck, “okay what?”
you whine, “ill come with you.”
Its all a blur, him standing up and leading with to the elevator. the grip he has on your hand is tight. youre glad it is because if it wasn't youre sure you would have fallen over due to yoru wobbly legs.
he lets out a sigh of relief when the elevator opens and when he closes he pushes you against it.
“i wanted to wait but youre making it so fucking hard for me baby.”
you two finally kiss, it feels like youre on fire.
He presses his hips against yours and you can feel him as he grinds into you.
you let out a moan which he swallows with his kisses.
“fuck.”
The elevator ride is slow, too slow for his liking. all he wants to do is take you and have you for himself. you truly are the prettiest girl he's ever seen, not the prettiest girl in the whole world. only the prettiest girl would make such sweet sounds.
“youre so fucking pretty baby.”
His hands almost get to lift up your dress before the elevator dings.
he pulls you off the door and into his chest. the doors open and he drags you down the hallway, thankful nobody had needed to use the elevator beca he doubts he would have been able to stop himself.
you watch as he fumbles around his pockets for his room card. you feel hot and heavy, standing in the middle of this empty quiet corridor with the only sounds being your heavy breaths and his mumbled curses.
Your mind can't catch up to reality as he finally finds his card and manages to open the door.
the two of your rush in and he wastes not time picking up where you left off.
his hands find the back of your dress, “can i take it off?”
You nodded and he wasted no time managing to get it off you of, did you hear it tear? oh it didn't matter especially not when he was looking at you like a meal waiting to be eaten.
you had worn a pretty lace black set. you had to expected this to happen but a girl can dream and you're surely glad you did.
“fuck who are you getting all dressed up for doll?”
“you.”
“good.”
he’s hands easily and seemlessly find your clit over your underwear and rub it. the moan you let out is loud. how long has it been since someones touched you like this? too long probably. if you even begin to think about being embarrassed about how loud you are his reaction immediately shuts down any thoughts.
“fuck i love the sounds you make.”
his hands pull down your underwear and he immediately slides two fingers in. “god youre so fucking wet. all this for me?”
you nod and he kisses you again. His lips trail down your jaw and neck where decides to leave a couple hickeys as his fingers move more aggressively.
Hes very eager for you and he has no shame it in. if anything he wants you to know he wants you so bad.
you feel yourself grow close, he can easily tell by the way you clench around him but before you can cum he pulls away.
you whine and go to protest but he swiftly picks you up and leads you over to the bed.
“sorry angel, im feeling a little selfish. i wanna feel you cum around me.”
he lays you down on the bed and swiftly begins to remove his clothes.
you reach behind you and unclip your bra, his eyes stay on your chest as he curses and fumbles trying to rush with his clothes.
your hands drift to your clit as he rips a condom package with his teeth and slides it onto his rock hard dick with a hiss.
“trying to take my job angel?”
he climbs on top of you, “are you sure you want this?”
you nod and he reads your body language before readjusting himself.
when his tip pushes in you let out a loud whine and he buries his head into your neck as he continues to push into you.
once hes fully inside the only sound in the room are your heavy pants and the light lip smacking of him leaving light kisses along your neck.
youre thankfuk hes given you the time to adjust but you just want him to move. “move..”
he lets out a hoarse laugh which leads to you clenching around him and he groans.
“anything for angel.”
he begins to thrust, over and over again. your mind grows cloudy and you can barely open your eyes. the pleasure is incomprehensible.
He tries to stay quiet, the sounds youre letting out are too precious to be misses. he thinks hes never heard a melody so sweet he wants to record you and put it into his next song.
one of his hands finds your clit and he watches are you face contorted in pleasure.
“fuck youre so pretty.”
you dont respond, too lost in pleasure and he smiles, glad hes the one making you feel this way.
his thrusts grow more and more aggressive, “are you close angel?”
you nod feverishly and he groans.
“cum for me angel, please.”
you do and he follows quickly after.
You lay on the bed panting with him next to you in the same sort of state.
it's quiet, not an uncomfortable silent. more of a content one.
its like that for awhile before he speaks.
“i know this is the wrong order of things, but do you want to go on a date with me?”
you laugh, “yeah.. yeah i will.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.
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I’ve been at hawthorne house for two years now, the girl i once was is now nothing but a scatter of memories. My life had changed in so so many ways, i was an heiress, the richest teenager in the world.... I was also the girlfriend of jameson winchester hawthorne, the boy kneeling next to me.
“heiress, for the game i was thinking,“ he sketched out the shape of box on our huge piece of paper, which was currently being used to plan out the grandest game, “at the beginning of the game, we give each contestant their own puzzle box, that contains a clue, what do you think?“ he turned his head to face me, our noses brushed, “i love that! we could also make them personalized, like we could make them individual to what they find difficult, we could engrave them with details, oh! And the clues could be in different things than paper, like lockets or maybe even rings!“
I looked towards jameson, he gave me no time to prepare before his mouth closed over mine.i felt his long fingers brush my chin, slightly angling my face upwards. My heart felt like a thousand fireworks let off at once, god I loved him. Jameson pulled away, but didn’t move, leaning his forehead against mine.
A knock sounded at the door, me and jameson jumped apart from eachother, gathering our plans and pinning them onto the corkboard. Tge person knocked again, more aggressively this time, that could only mean it was one person. Jameson rolles his eyes and pulled open the door. “Gray.“ grayson stepped inside without invitation. “Ms laughlin told me to tell you that dinners ready.“ he deadpanned, “you couldnt have just texted?“ jameson ruffled his hair and caught him in a headlock, “I thought it would be more practical.” Jameson rolled his eyes again before letting Grayson go.
I waited for Grayson to leave before approaching Jamie, “y’know, we can afford to be a few minutes late to dinner.” Jameson raised an eyebrow, “oh yeah?,” he wrapped his arms around me, “are you suggesting we go and spend some time in our secret spot together heiress?” I nodded, “indeed I am.”
the roof. That was there spot, on top of Hawthorne house, just the two of them. “Jamie?”
“yes, heiress?”
“Where should we go next?” Jameson and I had been travelling the world together for the past year, it had been the best year of my life, we’d visited all the places my mom promised she would take me eventually. Jameson laced his fingers through mine, “we can go wherever you want, although, I have heard of a cliff climb in sicily that might just be calling our names, heiress.” He smiled his devilish smile at me, “sounds fun,” I retorted, “and you haven’t been arrested there yet” he fiddled with my hair, “always a bonus I guess.” Jamesons hand made its way to my ponytail as he pulled me forward for a kiss. It was moments like these that truly made me feel in love with Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.
moments that reminded me that this love was ours.
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as promised, an averyjameson short fic for you guys 🤗 sorry if it felt really rushed, I maybe lost motiv half way through so sorry about that 😭
but I honestly love writing for you guys so don’t be afraid to send in requests xx
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## "𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘"
𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘓 𝘏𝘈𝘉𝘐𝘉𝘛𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘕 @sttarzxx 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, the paraghraph text and response to it was copy and pasted from me and the dude this happened to me withs chat.........
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 2 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘋𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 (𝘫𝘬)
"im gonna do it. im gonna text him."
you were on vc with your best friend. for context, you had a crush. a MASSIVE crush on a boy named robby. you had liked him for 2 years now, the only bad thing? you guys were barely friends. you guys had a class together, and he would always talk to you (hed call u weird when u declared you were spiderman.).. all until you left school for second semester. you hadnt seen robby in about 6 months, but you still liked him (attachment issues go hard). u guys used to text, too. itd mostly be u texting with double chats and him replying in a dry way... but u still liked him AHAHA, so 2 days ago.. you asked your friend for his number...
"hey"
you texted, and he replied right away
"hi"
after that, you guys had texted for 5 minutes, asking things like "hru" or "wyd" until he finally said
"who even are u?"
your eyes widened seeing this, and you were a pussy, so you said
"im f/n (fake name)"
you guys, for another day kept texting back and fourth.. the only thing is, you acted like u didnt have a clue who he was, what he liked, and what he did.
"i do karate, i think its cool to have balance in your life and karate gave me that."
..... you already knew that, but you couldnt help but act like u didnt.
it was like u two havent met eachother. but little did u know, he was observant as fuck.
"you know u remind me of someone, u text the same as her. her name is y/n"
he said, and ur eyes widened. u couldnt believe that he had memorized your texting style. but you were a pussy, so u denied it.
a couple days go by and u guys still text, you overthink everything he says and you were starting to think your friends were getting tired of you ranting ab it to them all the time. there was this one time where u two had been talking, and the convo? it wasnt good. at all.
"k"
he said, and you furrowed ur eyebrows...
"WYM K?? THATS LIKE THE DRIEST MESSAGE EVER"
....
"yeah ik"
...... what? you couldnt believe it. was he bored of u already? were u being too annoying? were u just a bother?
your heart sunk, and u felt ur knees go weak. not weak in a "i just folded" typa way, but in a "im gonna kms" typa way.
your thoughts kept flooding with things like "i just annoyed him" or "he doesnt want to talk to me anymore." and you wanted to cry.
you start to rant ab it to your friends, balling ur eyes out as u do, you were in ur head about it, letting it get to you. your hands trembled as u typed about it to your friends. you had always been insecure about your personality, not wanting ppl to see u as too much or crazy. so u finally replied to him.
"ok"
its been 15 since youve been on delivered (or read, he didnt have read recipts on)
u desperately wanted to talk to him so u sent anotyher message
"hihii"
when he replied, you got so happy u forgot about the fact that you were crying about him the night before. but the thing is, he would leave u on read the whole day, and it stressed u out.
everyone had been telling u to just tell him who u were, and to stop being a pussy. hell, even snap ai wasnt on your side. so u write a paragraph, wanting to send it to him
"hi robby, so ive been feeling kinda bad recently for this and i hope u forgive me and that this doesnt ruin our 'friendship' kinda thing going on, basically i lied ab like a couple things and i feel bad IFDJNEJN so uh im y/n (u guessed right kinda craz) and IK I LIED AB NOT KNOWING B/F/N BUT I FELT LIKE ITD BECOME AWKS and stuff, f/n is my online name since ion give my real name out (and its a nickname my freinds call me), im sorry for acting like i didnt know who u were i was just being a pussy difjejfn but the truth is i asked b/f/n to send me a bunch of (school name) numbers and u was like the only person (other than 2 girls) who texted me back and I DIDNT KNWO IT WASS U AT FIRST but when u told me who u were i didnt know how to keep the 'friendship' going (r we friends??? idek atp) nd ik this is gonna make everything awkward and stuff but uh yeah im really really sorry for lying 2 u and i hope we can still b friends lol (ts up 2 u//im coming back next year too so idk if that helps EKJFNEIJNF)"
SENT !
... you were stressing atp, would he block u? would he be dry? would he ghost u? say "oh ok"? call u weird and tell everyone?
you didnt know how to feel, you wanted to cry. you were in ur head about this whole situation and u couldnt help but overthink. so u turn to your best friends, wanting-- no, needing reassurance. they continue to tell u its okay and that he wont break your heart. but you cant help it, that feeling. that feeling of your heart sinking, the feeling of the lump that forms in your throat, the feeling where you just want to feel better. but you cant. you were paranoid. you were tearing up. but you forced yourself not to cry, u didnt wnat to be a crybaby, but u couldnt help it. the tears had already formed and started to fall, your vision fogging up and your eyelashes wet. you couldnt believe u thought ur lifew could be like a wattpad love story. you were cracking your knuckles and picking at the skin around your cuticles, something u did when u were stressed. you then went to bed, hoping everything would be okay.
the next morning u wake up. the first thing u do is check every other social media and dm before his, you had a feeling he was gonna make u cry (again).
when u finally open the text, your whole expression lights up.
"I mean I suspected it and I am personally fine with the lie you told and yea I can forgive u but as you know I am a dry texter"
you were so happy. u couldnt believe it. you quickly change his contact name back from "oh" to "ROBBYYY! <33" and you smiled so big your jaw started to hurt
maybe there was a chance.
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