#reece x reader

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i loved your Jordan Riki himbo x male reader. can i request one with himbo sweaty Reece Walsh with fetish? smut with reader worshipping his body?

thank you so much :)

AWWW STAWP IT! that means a lot, I’m glad you liked it. jordan and reece are carrying my interest in rugby rn, smth about those himbo australian/new zealand players just gets me going.

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crutches

reece walsh x male reader

summary: just me fantasising about this man for a bit.

notes: i have been obsessed with the girl group flo for a while now and they recently dropped a new single that inspired me to write this.

song rec: ‘walk like this’ - flo

‘if he keeps this up, i might need crutches…’

your boyfriend, reece walsh was a star on the pitch. and you were always there to cheer him on. during practice, sending you kisses and stares from the field. his dad calls him lazy, that he shouldn’t let you distract him from the bigger picture. ‘if you truly loved him, you wouldn’t be such a distraction.’ the coach’s words reverberated in your head for a while and you suggested that it’d be best if you stopped coming to see him. it wasn’t a break up, and y’all would see each other everywhere else, but your heart couldn’t take the possibility of being the cause of his failure.

reece always went to the gym when he needed to clear his mind. you watched him rep with a sad typa aggression. knocking, you asked if everything was alright. ‘babe i don’t really wanna talk about it.’ your bf said as he moved on to bench press. ‘tough,’ you straddle him with a brattiness that you knew, deep down, he loved to fuck out of you. ‘I ain’t movin until you tell me what’s bothering you.’ he sat up properly , palming your lower back to stabilise himself, ‘you’re insufferable you know that,’ reece huffed. you stroked his cheek with your thumb, the anger in his face melting at the love you’d always shown him. ‘you know you can tell me anything.’ you reassured, knowing that his father’s word got to him deeply. his frown softened, wanting to unburden himself at the gentleness of your voice. reece took another breath as you laid your hand on his heart. ‘i just hate that he sees our relationship as a distraction,’ he sighs, shoulders getting heavier, ‘if anything, seeing you makes me more work harder.’ reece goes in to kiss your neck and breathes out ‘my own personal cheerleader.’ you cradled his head, placing your fingers in his locks. you broke apart, as you tapped his nose. ‘you’re so cute!’ you lovingly teased. ‘shut the fuck uppppp.’ reece droned, turning red as he hid his blushing in your ample chest. you felt a thick, warm rod pressing in between your cheeks, urging you to untie your bf’s shorts, whilst he placed light kisses on your pecs.

‘w-wai-wait.’ reece says groggily. your face dropped, afraid you had done something wrong. ‘what’s the matter?’ you asked, as he remained silent, dragging you off of him. ‘i can’t fuck you here,’ he said with a sincerity in his tone. ‘i need one place where i can actually focus on training,’ seeming more rational by the minute. he breathed deeper. you could see exactly how hard it was for him to say this; the two of you had been together for some time now, and sex was one thing that he never messed with. for him, your body was sacred, one he needed to give full attention to. ‘i get it, you just look really hot when you’re all sweaty and stuff.’ you respond, eyes widening at your last statement.

you had told him the one thing, you swore never to admit. ‘so all of those times i came home from practice all gross,’ he grinned at how open you could be in your discussions with him. ‘you liked that shit?’ you looked up, sheepishly as a mumbled ‘yes.’ escaped your mouth. trying to solve his problems and save yourself from further awkwardness , you quickly changed the subject. ‘we can’t do anything here,’ you elongated the final word in a slutty attempt to arouse him. ‘so, how are we going to solve…’ gesturing to the the bulge in his shorts that ceased to go down. no words were exchanged. reece grabbed your wrist and rushed you two into his dad’s office.

he pushed you against the locked door and closed all of the blinds. invading your neck and upper chest with lovebites, he was like a creature, ravaging you. ‘reece, wait.’ you say using your might to push his desires off. ‘are you sure you wanna do this? here?’ he watched, unable to think clearly whilst staring down at your pretty face. ‘never have i ever wanted to fuck you as much as i want to right now.’ he grunted as you palmed him through his boxers. though left unsaid, you both loved the idea of literally ‘fucking over’ his dad’s feelings towards your relationship.

before you knew it, y’all were fully naked; if you weren’t in his company, you might’ve felt some vulnerability in your exposure, but he soothed those concerns with his touch. something about how the beads of sweat decorated his tan skin, and danced around the contours of his muscles, always astounded you. whenever the two of you made love, nothing else mattered. reece walsh, the biggest prick in the world (literally), was such a mess with your mouth wrapped around his cock. ‘ughhh fuck,’ he smiled, stroking your hair ‘shit baby, you suck my dick so well.’ you adored his cock, loving how you decorated it with your glittery saliva as the shades of light brown skin and pink hues painted his rod.

‘stand up for me baby,’ he demanded. reece loved your body. cupping your cheeks and toying with them, he looked into your fuck me eyes as he grinded his dick between your thighs. jumping up to allow him greater access he sat himself on the boss’ chair, deepening his kiss. ‘y/n, you ready?’ reece breathed, fingering your hole. riding him in the team office was not on your 2024 bucket list, but you certainly weren’t complaining. his light green eyes staring at you so lovingly, as he fucked himself up into your hole with no remorse. The duality turned you insane. the tensing of his biceps, strength of his shoulder blades, you were putty in his hands. ‘I will never get tired of you.’ he moaned, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy. ‘I love you so much, my beautiful boy.’ you stroked his ego making him blush. he could snap out of being lovesick very quickly, but you were much better at bringing it out of him.

reece had found a rhythm; each time you lifted yourself from his huge dong, he gripped your plush waist and impaled you hard as you felt the veins of his cock imprint their way into your organs. it was a sight of true love. ‘fuck reece, you’re too big, i c-can’t.’ you subtly pleaded for him to slow down. your hole began to burn with a fiery stinging, but that was quickly forgotten as he reassured you: ‘i know baby, but you take it so well. that pussy is practically begging for my load.’ he wasn’t wrong. your tight lips involuntarily milked him so well that he couldn’t think straight. you bounced on him sloppily, signalling to your bf that you were getting close. he loved seeing his pretty boy fucked out on his cock. jackhammering at an insane speed he obliterated your ass, ‘FUCKKK FUCK REESE OH MY GOD!’ you exclaimed at the assault on your hole. it felt so good to have him rearrange your body, and you loved being his. ‘yeah, take it, imma give you it all,’ he groaned. the sounds of your wet hole and his precum made a symphony of pleasure, creating a percussion that accompanied the vocals y’all made. ‘cum for me,’ he grunted deeply, as he impaled you one last time, stuffing you with his batter. you painted his abs a bright white as he giggled seeing you in a trance. ‘every. fucking. time.’ you breathed out, recognising how whipped you were. ‘what?’ playing coy. as he licked his abdomen. ‘you know what,’ you playfully caressed his ear ‘turned me on so much that im sat in your dad’s office with his son’s dick up my ass.’ you both laughed, as reece savoured the sight of the boyfriend he loved so dearly.

despite how uncomfortable it would’ve been cockwarming your boyfriend, for the next 30 minutes, time was not a constant. you were lost in his company. a few kisses were exchanged, skin was stroked, but it was the first time you could just be present with him. ‘as much as im enjoying you squeezing my dick, my legs are falling asleep.’ he teased. ‘babe, i legit cannot walk.’ bursting out in laughter, as he pulled you of his pole and across the desk. after getting dressed, he grabbed some crutches from the medical room and drove you home, his seed still bubbling inside you. ‘how you feeling?’ reece asked, placing his hand on your thigh. you loved how sexy he looked driving like that. ‘a lil sore, but i’ll survive.’ you admitted ‘sorry baby, i did go a bit too rough.’ he answered with a hint of sadness at hurting you. ‘aww stop, don’t do that, i enjoyed every minute of it.’ you reassured. ‘besides, i know that your balls are aching right now from the pressure i put on them so…my bad’ he giggles at your attempt to lighten the mood.

the next day was the big match. the two of you had agreed to tone down your interactions during the game, and that you’d see each other after. a couple of his teammates greeted you during halftime. ‘HEY Y/N! long time no see.’ you walked over to them, a sway in your hips that Reece had fucked into you. they looked at you with furrowed brows until the realisation set in. this was certainly not lost on them as one of his best friends immediately knew. ‘walshie’s the reason that y/n is walking like that.’ he laughed pointing at your bf who looked so cute concentrating on the game. you could only smile at the prospect of taking him again after the game. bonus points if the team won x

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@gayaristocrat

#gay #bottom male reader #gay male #smut #gay reader #male bottom #male x male #gay love #reece walsh

[tatsumessy]

Husband Ushijima! Subtly invites you to his games because he likes knowing you’re close by at all times.

Husband Ushijima! Takes you out on a walk around the city whenever you two are traveling just to make sure you’re not bored while he’s away.

Husband Ushijima! Looks for you after he scores the winning point just to see you jumping up with joy from his accomplishments.

Husband Ushijima! Gets jealous whenever you join him for practice and sees his teammates getting too comfortable with you. He pulls you away and makes you sit on his lap while he drinks some water during his break time.

Husband Ushijima! Lays his head on your shoulder slowly dozing off in the cab drive back home.

Husband Ushijima! Says I Love You at the most unexpected times just to remind you of how much he cares.

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂

description: In which lauren james's girlfriend is not a chelsea supporter but will still be seen in the stands, even if some 'fans' dislike it

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lauren james x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, rude discussions and slight violence/bullying, also cuteness, also slightly saucy ;) - also sorry to jamie cook i invented u a fake sister lmao

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Lauren huffed once more as she walked toward the car, her girlfriend carrying her bag for her and placing it in the front seat before moving to the other side and going to kiss her girlfriend.

"Good luck!" y/n grinned at her girlfriend, the footballer narrowing her eyes at the author with a pout.

"I don't know why you can't where my shirt." Lauren sighs and y/n sends her a look.

"This is your shirt." She defends, turning to point at the 'James' lettering on the England shirt.

"Not the team I am playing for today." The Chelsea players says and y/n rolls her eyes.

"I will not betray the Hammers. You're lucky I even cheer for you!" y/n states and Lauren rolls her eyes.

"Can't believe I fell in love with a Hammers fan." Lauren huffs as she pecks y/n's lips lightly.

"Can't believe I fell in love with a Chelsea player." y/n counters, trying to pull away from Lauren, but the older woman pulls her back by the England shirt.

Lauren's hands cupped her lover's face and she pulled her up and close to her lips, the two meeting in a deep kiss, Lauren's mouth pressing tightly against y/n's.

Despite Lauren being pinned between her lover and the car, the kiss made it clear she had all of the control, especially when she slid her tongue past y/n's lips, groaning at the taste of minty toothpaste and the strawberry yoghurt she always had for breakfast.

Lauren was lost in the taste of y/n, her teeth caught y/n's bottom lip and tugged sensually. Despite it being a normal move of Lauren's and the fact they had been together over a year now, y/n's legs still buckled.

Her hands which had been gripping Lauren's shoulders tightened and the footballer's hands braced her waist and ass, pushing y/n against her body Lauren sighed out in the physical comfort.

"When you kiss like that, I remember why I fell in love with a Chelsea player." y/n hums, her head tucked into Lauren's neck as the breathed in each other's space.

"I have to go." Lauren sighs and y/n leans up pecking her lips once more.

"Stay calm, play well, I'll be with Reece in the England shirt, screaming for you." y/n whispered. Today was a game against Liverpool, a big game.

"I know. I love you." Lauren nods.

"Love you too." y/n smiles before kissing her girlfriend once more and letting her drive away.

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y/n just posted on their story

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Ten minutes into the game and tension was already climbing, as Lauren had come out, she had shook her head at her brother who shouted her name excitedly, her girlfriend sat happily next to him clapping her hands.

The coat she was wearing was Lauren's, the wrists of the coat over y/n's and it looked slightly oversized, yet Lauren's England shirt was still clearly visible through it.

y/n gripped Reece's hand as she watched Lauren receive the ball, her girlfriend firing it at the goal from a tight angle and the net rippling. Reece shouted as y/n screamed excitedly clapping her hands as her girlfriend ran at the fans, her hand slamming against the badge.

Sam jumped on Lauren excitedly, but the goal-scorer was too busy finding her girlfriend in the crowd and sending her a proud grin, one which her lover returned with an air kiss.

Sam seeing it, intercepted the kiss, pretending to catch it in her hand and place it on her cheek with a grin, which caused Lauren to chase her back to their places, the crowd laughed at this.

There was a scoff behind Reece and y/n, two girls who clearly knew someone to be in the friends and family section eyeing up the back of y/n's coat, which had fallen off her slightly.

In her jumping excitement, it was clear now as y/n pulled the coat back up she was wearing Lauren's England shirt, and one of the camera men zoomed in on the badge as they waited for restart.

The third official needing a new mic pack put a slow start on the game and so the crowd laughed as they noticed y/n in the England shirt, the girl grinning as Reece pretended to shove her.

The game re-started and Liverpool equalised quickly, y/n and Reece groaning as they made eye contact, Lauren shrugging off a Liverpool challenge.

During a tackle moments later, Lauren went down, a petulant pout forming on her lips as she protested at the ref who gave the foul. The Liverpool player murmured something, her head nodding toward y/n.

Lauren paused for a second as if trying to remain calm, and before anything could worsen Sam stood in front of her muttering calming words as they set up the free kick.

"What do you think was said?" Reece asks as Lauren looks over to her girlfriend, her lover sending her a calming look.

"With how Lauren reacted, something about me." y/n sighed Reece squeezing her hand in support.

The was a scoffed laugh behind them from the two girls, whispers suddenly arising Reece tensed but y/n sent him a look as well. Both James siblings had rather bad tempers and y/n was the opposite.

Other than at West Ham games, y/n was probably the calmest person anyone would ever meet. She was kind, lovely and incredibly loveable.

Because of this, Lauren would often say she found a lot of strength in her lover, that she kept her level-headed and calm. Reece had found something similar in the girl he now saw as his sister-in-law.

"Making it about her when it's poor Lauren on the pitch?" One of the girls said, her friend letting out a very pretty giggle at it.

"I know, our poor baby on the pitch and she thinks it's about her." The other answered.

y/n sucked her teeth in, Lauren fans. Lauren fans had a tendency to step too far and they either loved y/n or hated her. Most adored her, but the odd few who didn't, were the ones y/n knew how to deal with.

She got daily death threats, daily messages saying how she was using her lover, that y/n was just a naïve 20 year-old who only dated Lauren so she could get close to all the girls.

The worst was when she and Lucy Bronze, a woman who had very much become an older sister to y/n who had never had a good relationship with her single father and older brother.

She had gone over to see Lucy and Keira in Barcelona, stay with them for a few days and try and spend some time on the beach and finish the third book in her fantasy trilogy, something she wrote under a pen-name.

Photos of her and Lucy playing football on a beach arose, and suddenly the death threats increased, Lucy fans and Lauren fans suddenly appearing and hating her.

Some loved her, most did and sent lovely messages. But they didn't stick with y/n, no only the ones telling her to take her own life did. But y/n ignored them, because anyone who couldn't tell the difference between your, you're and yours would not affect her mind.

"And the fact she isn't even wearing a Chelsea shirt! Because what? She's a West Ham fan, grow up!" One of them continued.

"It must hurt poor Lauren so much." The other girl agreed.

Reece huffed, but y/n kept him facing the front, muttering to him how they were not worth it and she was not bothered by the brainless bimbos behind them.

"They're insulting you." Reece denied as the game continued to rage on.

"And I don't care. Jealousy turns people." y/n promised the man who just sighed but nodded.

A few minutes later Reece had forgotten them as Aggie Beaver Jones scored, the young blonde heading in a beautiful cross from Lauren and the Chelsea fans went crazy once again.

Half time finally blew, Chelsea 2-1 up and as Lauren moved toward the tunnel she looked over at her lover who was already watching her, the author sending her a kiss and a wink, which Lauren returned.

Reece offered to go grab some warm drinks and y/n nodded in thanks, quickly posting a photo of the crowd on her story as she watched Reece quickly disappearing.

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y/n also sent a quick well done text to her lover who responded in something hardly suitable for the current moment.

to baby <3: Lauren wtf? You can't say that

baby <3: But you are my motivation tho?

to baby <3: we had sex last night??? just use your memory of what my body looks like?

baby <3: pleaseeeee

to baby <3: fine you play the best second half of your life and then yes, i will let you take the goddamn polaroids - happy?

baby <3: very :)

y/n rolled her eyes at her girlfriend, it wasn't that she didn't mind Lauren having nudes of her, it was just the idea of Lauren taking them of her on a camera seemed so stupid.

Maybe some of the things people said got to her, y/n wasn't an athlete, she tried to keep fit mainly from having too much energy and needing to actually do something before she jumped off a bridge.

She was okay looking she guessed but for some reason Lauren thought she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and as the girls behind her made fun of her hair again, y/n did not feel like it.

"I just, don't get Lauren's thought process." One of the girls said.

"Right? Like tits and and ass can only get you so far, why would Lauren want someone who is so clearly stupid." The other agreed, y/n rolled her eyes and as Reece came back she sighed in relief.

"Thanks Reece." y/n smiled as she took the cup of tea from him, the man promising her it was fine as they began to discuss the game, y/n ignoring the mocking giggles that came from behind her.

The final straw for Reece was when y/n flinched, one of the girls had stood up and 'fell' slightly, her hand and long nails landing harshly on y/n's shoulder as she squeezed and steadied herself.

Reece's eyes hardened and y/n tried to tell him no but he turned back around as the girl sat back down, claiming her legs were now stretched.

"Hiya, I'm Reece." Reece smiled, a dazzling smile on his face that y/n knew was reserved for his girlfriend Mia when he did something that pissed her off.

The girls practically swooned into a melted puddle at the footballers dashing grin and jumped forward to shake his hands, stating their names of Phoebe and Lottie.

"Lovely to meet you lovely ladies." Reece nodded, y/n trying not to laugh as she watched the players come back onto the pitch. "Who are you here for?" He asked.

"Oh well, my brother is Jamie Cook, the match analyst for Chelsea and he managed to kindly get us seats as I am such a big fan of your sister." Lottie explained and Reece nodded.

"Jamie. Got it." Reece smiled as the whistle blew and he turned back to the game.

"You are so bad." y/n said, but her voice was filled with amusement.

"They're really testing me, next time I won't be so nice." Reece huffed.

"He didn't even introduce her, so clearly hates her as well." Lottie whispered to her friend and y/n rolled her eyes as Reece tensed again.

"Reece." y/n warned and he rolled his eyes.

The game went past the 50th minute, the girls still making cruel digs at y/n's personality and reasoning for dating Lauren, but as her lover approached the goal again, y/n couldn't care.

"There's no way." y/n denied seeing the angle Lauren had been forced into.

"No, I agree." Reece said as Lauren shot, the ball bouncing into the net with pace.

"Never fucking mind!" y/n shouted, jumping up with Reece as the two shouted for his sister.

"Holy fuck!" Reece yelled as they got back into position, Lauren sending a wink at her brother who was stood almost squatting with his hands on his cheeks in shock.

"I have no clue how that went in." y/n said to Reece as they sat down, the game continuing. "It doesn't make sense." She adds.

"God, she won't even support her girlfriend, she's got no faith in her! That is ridiculous." Phoebe huffed.

"I know, Lauren really needs to dump her and get with someone better, like you Phebes, you would treat her so well." Lottie hums.

"Or you Lotts, you're so pretty!" Phoebe added.

"Why don't all four of us fuck it out and we'll go from there." y/n muttered under her breath making Reece choke on his drink in shock.

The man snorted again, laughing at y/n's hilarious comment, y/n began laughing at him and they shared a few more giggles while Lottie and Phoebe scoffed and huffed.

"Reece!" y/n yelled in shock as she watched Johanna fire a ball in, Lauren someone getting on the end of it and slamming in her hat-trick 8 minutes after her second goal.

y/n and Reece's voices were hoarse from their shouts of happiness, y/n slightly wincing at the idea that Lauren had definitely fulfilled her side of the bargain.

As the game wound to an end, y/n and Reece were loudly cheering with the rest of the Chelsea fans when y/n felt it, she gasped and her hand flew to her hair, Lottie's giggles covered by her hand over her mouth.

"I am so sorry I slipped." Lottie said falsely, the tea-soaked hair of y/n now dripping.

"Don't worry about it." y/n muttered, ripping her hat off from the floor from where it had 'fell' when Lottie did and y/n quickly through her hair into a messy bun, grateful for it's dark nature.

Reece's eyes had practically flamed as Lottie and Phoebe eyed y/n up one more time before making their way down to the barrier, trying to get Sam and Lauren's attention.

"What the fuck!" Reece hissed as the two moved down, Lauren nearing them before going to her fans.

"Shut up, this is Lauren's day, do not mention it." y/n warned Reece before she grinned at her lover who reached over and pulled her in for a quick peck, not wanting to go father in front of fans.

Sam moved over to Reece, the two had a good friendship and had a quick chat in hushed whispers and hands over their mouths as y/n smiled at Lauren.

"Very well played Miss James." y/n chuckled as Lauren smiled lazily.

"Does this mean?" Lauren began cheekily and y/n laughed nodding her head.

"Yes, you can do the polaroids." y/n smiled and Lauren's eyes lit up as if she had scored another goal.

Sam then came over, her arms wrapping around y/n as the woman squealed trying to shake off the sweaty footballer as Reece spoke to his sister, smiles on their faces as they talked.

Once the group were done, Lauren and Sam headed over to the fans and Reece and y/n decided to head inside where the staff were other than Emma and her assistant manager.

"Yo, Jaimie right?" Reece suddenly said, the match analyst nodding as he shook their hands. "Your sister's Lottie right?" He asked again.

"Yeah, did you meet her?" Jamie asked.

"Reece." y/n hissed, but he ignored her.

"You might wanna teach her and her friend some manners mate, spent the entire game bitching about y/n, while we were sat in front of them." Reece hisses.

Jamie's face paled and y/n sighed pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers as she tried to give herself strength as Reece continued to fume.

"Insulted her, said some honestly awful things and then shoved her and spilt tea in her hair, they're lucky it was not hot or I would have sued them for every penny." Reece continued and y/n finally stopped him.

"Okay, come on Reece." y/n said, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"No, no, it's okay. I am so sorry, Lottie can be a right brat." Jamie sighed and winced as he looked at y/n's wide eyes. "She can be awful and I am so sorry it was directed at you." Jamie added.

"It's not your fault, besides, I'm used to it." y/n adds and Reece recoils. "I am dating a loved girl, I am not surprised about some people's reactions anymore." y/n shrugged.

"That's even worse." Jamie huffs out and y/n shrugs as the three continue to talk.

Eventually, Lottie and Phoebe appeared in the room and y/n excused herself into the bathroom, Reece sending her a worried look which she brushed off as she quickly used the bathroom and walked back out.

Reece waved her over now stood by his showered and changed sister and y/n smiled as she moved over and Lauren wrapped a lazy arm around her.

Her fingertips dug into her lover's hip as Lauren pulled her into her side and chest, y/n's hand coming to rest on her chest as she tucked her head onto Lauren's shoulder, resting and listening to Reece and Lauren discuss the game.

Eventually, Lauren's fingertips dipped under the waistband of y/n's trousers, circling the soft skin as she cleared her throat and decided it was time to get going.

y/n nodded absentmindedly, smiling as Sam noticed they were leaving and bounded over to y/n, the striker hugging her tightly and the two exchanging goodbyes and see you tomorrow's as Sam and Millie were coming round for dinner.

Emma made her way over, once again congratulating Lauren on her performance and explaining she would see her tomorrow briefly for recovery.

Emma then quickly hugged y/n, the blonde asking her if she was okay and y/n sighed glaring at Reece who had snuck him and his sister away and were now talking to Jamie.

"They won't be coming back." Emma promises y/n but the woman shakes her head.

"Emma I'm fine, they just like Lauren, can't blame them." y/n promises.

"Saying and doing the things they did makes the the opposite of Chelsea fans y/n, you're apart of this family, like it or not Hammer." Emma promises and y/n laughs.

Emma had a good connection with y/n the second the two met, Emma already liked her due to the clear effect she had on Lauren but also because she respected the young woman.

The young girl hadn't been born with the best situation, an ill mother and the a passed on one, a single father who did his best and a brother who she didn't get on with.

y/n left when she was 18 and never looked back and neither did her brother or father, and y/n always said that didn't matter, that her father did his best but they just hadn't gelled, but Emma always wondered on that.

Because of that Emma hadn't been able to help the motherly roll she took on with the 20 year old who was just 19 when she met her. The now best-selling uni student had proved many times she had everyone else's best interests at heart and sometimes Emma told her off for that.

"I'm guessing Reece told you?" y/n asked but Emma shook her head.

"No, Fran did." Emma hums and y/n furrows her brows. "Oh, Fran told me who was told by Millie, who was told by Sam, who was told by Reece." Emma explains and y/n sighs.

"What about don't tell does that man not understand?" y/n questions and Emma chuckles as y/n's eyes widen, Phoebe and Lottie now appearing next to Jamie, Lauren and Reece.

"Uh oh." Emma says as Lauren starts speaking, y/n hugs the woman once more before rushing over and stepping between Lottie and Lauren.

"Baby, didn't you say something about leaving?" y/n asked Lauren but the brunette just hummed.

"I was actually just talking to Phoebe and Lottie about how they won't ever be coming to a Chelsea game again." Lauren explains.

"What?" Lottie asks confused.

"Oh don't worry, it's all been okayed by Emma and the board, anyone who speaks about my girl like that just won't be allowed in." Lauren says simply before nodding her head at Jamie and clasping his hand in a handshake.

Lauren's hand slips into the back pocket of y/n's trousers as she grabs her bag and Reece kicks up the ball into his hands and nods at the girls before Lauren guides her lover out the door.

Reece bursts into peals of laughter as they make their way into the car park but whines when y/n slaps his arm lightly.

"I told you not to tell her." y/n hisses but Reece just shrugs.

"I didn't, I told Sam." Reece shrugs.

"And Sam told me." Lauren adds as she unlocks her car, opening the boot.

"You two are going to give me grey hairs." y/n scoffs as Reece chuckles and kisses her head before getting in the drivers seat, he was insured on Lauren's car and liked to drive her back after matches if he came to watch.

Lauren shuts the boot, now bag-less and her hands find y/n's hips and she pulls her lover in, y/n's hands land on Lauren's shoulders, slightly shocked at the tight grip.

"No one speaks about you, to you or acts like that around you baby. Not on my fucking watch okay?" Lauren asks and y/n nods. "I love you so much." She adds, her head resting against y/n's forehead.

"I love you too Lauren." y/n says quietly.

Lauren bends down, pulling y/n's body tight to her own as she presses her lips harshly against y/n's and quickly settling her tongue into y/n's mouth.

y/n was slightly shocked as she gripped Lauren's shoulders tightly to keep herself upright. Lauren wasn't big on PDA, the two shared grins, maybe an air kiss or a quick peck, but never had Lauren kissed her like this where someone else could see.

The two were relaxed people and while they would usually be touching one another, never had a kiss of this ferocity been so public for the two before.

"Oi Oi!" The call from Sam Kerr echoed as she and a few teammates whooped at the two as y/n hid herself into Lauren's chest. The footballer chuckled and flipped them off.

"In the car baby." Lauren hummed, her hand tapping y/n's bum lightly.

"Okay." y/n breathed, a squeak in her voice as she rushed into the car, Reece snorting and poking at her red cheeks as Lauren got into the passenger seat.

"Alright y/n/n?" Reece chuckled as he began to pull away.

"Shut up and drive James." y/n huffed and the James siblings chuckled.

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y/n just posted on their story x2

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y/n had her head happily on Lauren's shoulder, the empty plates on the coffee table in front of them as they sat watching the TV, Lauren's arm was wrapped around her, drawing lazy shapes on the small amount of skin she could get her finger on.

"You did so well today baby." y/n said quietly. "I was so proud." She added.

Lauren looked down, a soft look in her eye as she watched her lover whose eyes gleamed up at her proudly. The warmth from her statement filled Lauren.

"You kept calm, you were calculated." y/n continues, sitting back up slightly so she could see Lauren without having to tip her head up.

Lauren's hand fell from her sliver of waist to the inside of where her thigh met her knee. Lauren's fingers gripped there, sometimes finding it hard to ground herself when her girlfriend said such meaningful things.

"You really will be the best player in the world Lauren James." y/n says softly, her fingers resting over Lauren's hand. "As long as you keep that attitude in check." She adds.

Lauren lets out a light chuckle, but she reaches over and pulls her lover onto her lap, the 20-year-old letting out a quiet 'weeee' as Lauren did so.

y/n's legs fell either side of Lauren's hips, straddling her as Lauren's hands came to run up and down her sides, the dip in her waists, the skin at her hips.

"I love you." Lauren said quietly, she was never as good with words as y/n was, but y/n knew that those three words meant just as much.

"I love you too." y/n whispers to Lauren, her hand coming up to hold her lover's face softly.

Lauren lent up, her mouth capturing her lover's as her hands pushed against y/n's back, her strength pressing y/n down and her legs wider.

The strength and speed of the kiss was nothing like the innocent words just shared as Lauren poured her soul into y/n's with her lips. Her hands sunk down and rested on the curve of y/n's ass, one of her favourite parts.

As y/n went to move for air, Lauren's hand came down harshly on her, the slap echoing the living room even through her joggers. A mixture of a gasp and moan jumped from y/n's throat as she understood.

y/n did not stop the kiss, Lauren's warning spank had been enough to let her know that air would be a luxury in this moment and y/n continued pouring her being into the kiss.

The two parted and y/n heaved a breath into her burning lungs, Lauren's teeth latching onto her ear-lobe, y/n groaned and Lauren moved her soft kisses down the skin of her lover's neck.

Lauren smirked as y/n's breathing sped up, her hips pushing themselves onto Lauren's, but the footballer easily shifted her so her lover was grinding on her thigh.

The friction between y/n's legs made her sigh in relief and Lauren smiled against her neck before digging her teeth into the skin which sat there begging to be marked.

"I am going to put the plates in the dishwasher, I want you on the bed, in that black lace set from Boux Avenue when I get there." Lauren whispers.

y/n couldn't help the moan which fell from her lips as she nodded her head, Lauren's teeth tightening on her neck for a moment before pressing an innocent kiss there.

"Go." Lauren added before y/n was off and Lauren soon followed with a slight grin, but not before swiping her polaroid camera from the counter.

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END...

part two out soon (probs not cause i’m so bad at updating lmaooooo ;)

had to post this cause lauren deserves sm love and i’m so sick of seeing all the hate and the ignorance abt the hate not being racially motivated - grow up in our world and you realise so much more is racially motivated than you think.

lauren’s actions are not excusable but neither is the hate

we talk about how there is a different vocabulary for men and women but there is also a different vocabulary for white and black people

if you get offended by me saying this then i’m sorry baby but you part of the problem

stay safe and stay aware 💙

-

queenie x

#woso #social media woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso community #woso soccer #england lionesses #lauren james #erin cuthbert #fran kirby #johanna rytting kaneryd #ashley lawrence #chelsea fc #chelsea women #reece james #wsl #chelsea women x reader #lauren james x y/n #lauren james x reader #lauren james imagine #lucy bronze #millie bright #sam kerr #chelsea wfc #chelsea fcw

[torutorubozu]

kashimo with a mommy kink. having to punish him bc he's suchhhh a tease and sends u the sluttiest photos of him all dressed up in your lingerie while you're working a shift. always taunting you and then when it cums (ha) down to it? can't handle it.

bending him over ur knee n spanking him as punishment and the bitch fuckin cums just from that, just to spite u and the punishment. yeah he's callin u mommy but he's the brattiest slut and the sluttiest brat to ever live.

mwah

grips you. why do you have such a big brain.

oh i’m sure he does this lots. you’ve never really punished him for it, and that’ll change today.

bending him over your knee and holding his head down, and a spank on that sensitive ass is enough to get him to cum.

call him gross, call him a cheap whore, call him a pathetic bitch, and it’ll get him more and more turned on. hell he quite literally just agrees to whatever you call him.

“y—yeah! m’your pathetic little bitch, mommy!” he would say, with tears in his eyes, looking at you with a flushed face.

you had him count how many times he’s orgasmed until he apologized and my god he couldn’t even pass 3. he would whine like a bitch and you’d make him count again and again until he got it right. and no he’s not going to apologize to you for being a slut because that’s just the brat he is.

you end up going on with this punishment until he’s unable to cum anymore. all he’s able to do is whine out your name and ‘mommy’ over and over again. will this teach his lesson, though? no. not at all. he definitely will do this again, just for this punishment all over again.

#.ᐟ :: witch’s invitation . #𓆩 :: jujutsu kaisen . #✧ :: reece . #♡ :: hajime kashimo . #☆ :: kashimo thirst . #hajime kashimo x reader #hajime kashimo #kashimo x reader #sub kashimo #sub jjk #jujutsu kaisen #dom reader #sub character #cw mommy kink

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 - g. suguru

Suguru gasped and bit his lip, attempting to articulate his thoughts through a storm of sensation. A fractured moan escaped his lips as he struggled to form words. 

"Y-you're so… So… I’m so… Close," he groaned, his voice barely audible, the words delivered in a hushed and breathless cadence—a declaration of the imminent climax that hung in the steamy air.

With an urgency that matched, your hand moved with a speed and intensity that sent Suguru spiralling into ecstasy. His hips stuttered into your hand as he let out a loud, uninhibited moan, your name escaping his lips like a reverent plea.

"You're beautiful… So, so pretty when you feel good," you whispered adoringly.

Suguru's breathing escalated into a rapid crescendo, his body writhing in the throes of pleasure as he struggled to articulate his overwhelming sensations. "Nngh… Y-you… You’re…" he tried to say, his voice trailing off into a series of breathy moans.

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MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

#[ ✪ ] — getou suguru thirst #[ ❣ ] — k.nktober 23' #[ ✎ ] — reece's writing #geto suguru x reader smut #sub geto suguru #sub jjk #sub suguru geto #[ ☂ ] — ns.fw

[glitchtricks94]

did you know that gyutaro kisses your knuckles but his pointy teeth accidentally scrape you. every time it happens, he grumbles and insists on kissing it better :3 (you are stuck in an infinite loop of him kissing you better)

Reece, darling, I don't think you fully understand how much I needed this. After the last few days, I honestly feel like this is just what my poor little brain needed. I'm sorry I'm taking so long with all the other goodies you sent me. I'm making something fluffy now with this.

Gyutaro tries to be a gentleman like he's seen with the humans, trying to treat you the way he felt you should be, which was like royalty. He knew he wasn't much, or at least he felt that way, but he had given you his heart, and you gave him yours in return and he had to ensure that he cared for it with the upmost importance. He would only discard your heart if you became a threat to him and his sister. Which is why a mix of frustration and guilt bubbled away in his chest. Gyutaro had decided to try his hand at being more romantic, greeting you when you stepped out of your work room to the private area that he and Daki had made within the Kyogoku house. "Welcome back, little star." Gyutaro crooned, a lazy Cheshire smile on his features as he took your much smaller hand in his. He held it for a moment as you chirped your greetings back to your love, the Upper Moon distracted by how tiny and soft your hand felt in his. Such puny fingers slotting against his own calloused hands, filling the spaces between his own fingers in a cute and clumsy yet still perfect manner. His gaze softened further, smile smoothing at the edges as he moved his attention to your face, your eyes granting the warmth he had always craved for all his years of living. You felt like home. He couldn't stall any longer, the moment felt to perfect to waste on more pointless words. Gyutaro was never really for pretty words anyways, actions always rang louder for him. He tugged you closer by accident as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles- "Ow-!" He froze, eyes going wide as your soft yelp registered in his mind. You looked slightly pained, yet didn't shove him away. The demon frowned as his eyes flicked to your hand, the sight of little dots of blood greeting him. "M'sorry, little star, didn't mean to hurt ya." He grumbled, instinctively pressing more kisses to the wound. He had told you he liked when you kissed where his wounds were whenever he got hurt, despite the regeneration, and he wanted to return the favor to you. You always did say he gave you the best kisses of your life. Gyutaro unwittingly added more damage to your skin, trying to kiss the pain away but only making you whimper. He pulled away with a growl, to which you sprung into action, seeing his frustration coming to a boil. "Gyu, sweetie, it's okay." You cooed, his attention flicking to you instantly. "Why don't we go bandage up my hand, yeah? You can help me with that, right?" Gyutaro nodded, but refused to let your hand go, deciding to skip the bandaging and simply utilize his abilities. Slowly sliding his thumb over your now marred, petal soft skin, the injuries faded, amazing you.

He felt disappointed at his failed attempt, something you noticed immediately. Running your free hand down his arm, you trailed your touch to his other hand, the Upper Moon eying you curiously. Taking his hefty hand in yours, you brought it to your own lips, planting one of your infamously tender kisses to his cold skin. His heart leapt to his throat, face heating up at your gesture. He felt a tinge of jealousy in himself too, wishing he could be as smooth with his idea of romance as you were, and yet, you always managed to reduce such thoughts to dust. "I love you Gyutaro, and it was really sweet of you to kiss my hand." You spoke softly, looking up at him like he had hung the moon and stars. In your opinion, who didn't need them since you consider him to be your night sky. "You're always so sweet and romantic, constantly trying to look out for me and make sure I'm happy. I love you for that." Gyutaro felt himself melting under your honeyed words, his soft smile and loving gaze returning to his sharp features as he leaned further into your space. "I love you too, little star. You always know just what to say to me, what I need to hear, not what I want to, what I expect to. You truly are a star from the sky, love." He crooned, making your own smile widen as you stood on your toes to press a love infused kiss to his chapped lips, the gesture being returned instantly. This time, he made sure to really watch his teeth.

#glitchwrites.notepad #glitchfriends.reece💜 #demon slayer x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #kny gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro fluff #demon slayer fluff #kny x reader #kny fluff #This was a nice thing to write tonight #It's soft and sweet and really need that since I'm tired and feeling soft #Plus hands can have such neat meanings #Twining fingers are so intimate and the cheesy romantic aspect of a hand kiss is cute #Thank you so much Reece #This means a lot to me

[charlesleeclerc]

back to you // mason mount

paring: mason mount x fem!reader

summary: in which after 5 months of mason leaving chelsea with no notice to her, they meet again in a chelsea vs man united

includes: angst, and just mason being a prick

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''we give everything today out on the field, and take every opportunity we have to transform the match quickly'' said pochettino while clapping, trying to encourage the players and the team.

''ben, you sure you are okay?'' she asked quietly to the left back who had suffered a muscle pull the training before the match

''yes yes, don't worry, if anything happens you'll notice'' he said while giving her a quick hug and heading to lineup in the tunnel

she started walking to her place on the bench next to the manager and prepared her kit for if she had to enter the pitch for any little problem. both teams headed out of the tunnel and lined up next to each other as the premier league anthem played on the bridge. the referee blew his whistle and the match started with nico passing the ball to enzo. minutes went by and possession was distributed between both teams.

ben was near the goal when mason slid down and made him fall fouling him. shouts erupted all over the stadium and all players went straight to defend their teammates. while this was happening, ben was on the floor grabbing his quad from the back, looking like he was in pain, whilst the referee was giving mason a yellow card.

when everyone started walking away, she could see ben was still on the floor and the referee was signaling for the physios to enter the pitch. she got up, grabbed her things, and entered the pitch.

''is it the muscle again?'' she asked ben while the other physio started stretching his leg

''it wouldn't be if that dickhead didn't cut me out'' he spat out while looking bitterly at mason who was standing next to us

''you know it was not my intention'' he declared while his eyes went back and forth looking at them

''but you know that he had this problem twice and still did it'' she told him while helping ben get up who clearly couldn't continue playing the match

ben got out of the pitch while being clapped by the fans, it wasn't an injury that would take him out for a lot, no more than 2 matches, but still, he was an essential player for the team. thankfully there was not so much time for half time whistle to rumble throughout the stadium.

she entered the dressing room and saw that everyone was shouting one name ''mount''

''if mount hadn't taken ben out''

''if mount wasn't trying to take us out at every single pass we do''

''if mount wasn't such a bitter baby''

''take him out'' the words blurted out of her mouth and everyone turned their heads to see her ''sorry'' she said while trying to walk away

''honestly we should'' said enzo with a chuckle

half time passed quite quickly, with the manager giving orders to the players and the physios checking that everyone was okay.

''we give everything again, and even though you're mad at him, don't take mount out, we don't want to play with 10'' said pochettino while looking at her and laughing. everyone laughed including her, and started gathering their things to play the last 45 minutes.

after a couple of minutes, reece was the one who made the 2nd goal and the cheers erupted as the players went after him running to celebrate. she was glad that after some time, there was an actual chance to win against united.

when a counterattack started with connor recovering the ball from a corner, the united players after seeing that there were not many things that could be done by their defense, their last resort was one that came running meters behind connor. mason he slid and tackled connor to the gound, for which awarded him a second yellow card and as a consequence a red card. everyone was shouting, the manager, physios, coaches, and assistans were complaining to the 4th referee. players were pushing each other on the pitch, while mason was entering the tunnel to go to the locker room after getting sent out.

''thank you for taking both of your friends out'' she said while passing next to him to enter the pitch again

he didn't do much, just looked at her and continued his path onto the locker room.

connor had to leave the pitch, and after the last 10 minutes, the match finnally ended with chelsea taking the 3 points.

the chelsea players stayed on the pitch thanking the fans while the united players went back to their locker room. she grabbed her things, and started heading back to the locker room to organize the things for when the players get back. after 5 minutes, all the players came back and hugged each other after a well deserved win. after more than 1 hour, she had changed herself and most of the players had already left the bridge, with only reece, ben and thiago still being there.

''have you talked with him, i mean after everything?'' reece asked while putting away his things

''no, not yet and i don't think im planning to'' she answered him, a bitter tone on her voice thinking about even talking to him

''im with her, he left and didn't told her anything'' shouted thiago from the bathrooms

''okay boys, it's not time to talk about my life and what happened, it's time to head out because it's getting late'' she said with a quiet chuckle and grabbing her things to leave

she said her goodbyes and left the locker room, and kissed goodbye every staff person that was there.

''sorry'' a voice she could recognize everywhere made her freeze

''for what? taking 2 of our players out, or leaving without saying anything?''

''both''

''what is done it's done mason''

''im truly sorry, i didn't want to leave like that''

''but you did it, you didn't say anything and i was the last one to find out

''just let me give you my side of it, please'' he said

''maybe one day mason, but not today'' she gave him one last look and started walking away

she wanted to hear from him, more than 4 months since he had left and last talked. well, he sent her messages, but she didn't answered them.

''I'm sorry, i truly am''

''i know you are mason, but still i cannot bring myself to talk to you''

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[reeceenjoyer]

Hi there! Can you do some Volks, Cole and Reece cuddle headcanons?

A/n: yes ofc! tysm for being my first request <3 sorry if they're a little short,,

Warnings: none!

💌 • Volks

Volks usually offers to be the big spoon but he secretly really likes being the little spoon too. He'll never admit it though, he thinks it's too embarrassing so you'll have to be the big spoon once and a while.

He really enjoys your warmth when your bodies are pressed together, it's oddly comforting to him. It reminds him that you're really here with him and this isn't all just made up in his head.

He likes holding you from behind and burying his face into your neck. He does this during the mornings while you're making breakfast or any other activity really.

Speaking of mornings, that's the time when Volks is feeling the most cuddly. He presses himself onto you while the two are still in bed. The moment is very peaceful and quiet while you enjoy each other's presence. Getting up is his least favorite part though, he'd rather lay with you then get ready for the day. He isn't really a morning person either.

💌 • Cole

Definitely prefers being the big spoon. He likes holding you close, it makes him feel like he's protecting you in a way. He wants you to feel safe while you two are cuddling.

Extremely clingy! Doesn't let you go for at least a couple hours. His grip is very tight as well so don't bother getting up unless it's really an emergency.

Cuddling like this feels really intimate to him. He treasures every moment with you but physical closeness is what he prefers the most. He loves the sound of your breathing and how warm your body feels with his. It's the sensory experience that helps make him feel closer to you.

He likes to lay his head on your chest while listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, it makes him feel at ease. Sometimes he accidentally falls asleep while listening to it.

Whispers a bunch of sweet nothings into your ear the whole time. He likes watching you squirm from embarrassment with everything he says, he finds it adorable.

💌 • Reece

Reece is fine with being the big or little spoon, it really depends on your preference. As long as you're enjoying yourself, then he is too!

He's also a bit clingy but not like Cole, he lets you get up when you need to.

Can't forget about his cuteness aggression, his arms are super tight around you while you cuddle. Peppers your face in kisses randomly. He does it without warning too so it catches you off guard a bit. You're just too cute for him to handle!

He enjoys cuddling on the couch to unwind after a long day while watching a sappy costume drama on TV. Definitely cracks a joke or too about what you're watching just to get a quick chuckle out of you.

When you aren't watching something, he likes laying in bed with you while facing each other. He likes looking into your eyes and playing with your hair while you exchange whispers and gentle touches.

He's most cuddly after work or on his days off. He loves his job but he doesn't like that he has to be away from his beloved for a while so he becomes especially touchy.

Playfully wraps his scarf around you so that he could snuggle closer to you.

#sorry that they're so short I'm not good with writing cuddles unfortunately</3 #hope you liked them though!! #blush blush #bb #bb reece #bb cole #bb volks #cole blush blush #volks blush blush #reece blush blush #blush blush game #blush blush x reader #fanfiction #x reader #bb x reader #fluff #headcanons #reece is my little meow meow (derogatory)

[sunny44]

Accident

Pairing: Mason Mount x mom!reader

Warnings: car accident

Summary: Where y/n has a car accident with their daughter on the way to Mason's game and at halftime he gets the news that they are in the hospital.

I was already very late for the game, I got tied up with work stuff and missed the alarm I set up, so now I was running out of time to get to the game in time.

Only in the middle of the way some idiot came with everything and threw my car far away.

"Oh my God." I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to the back seat watching my daughter cry loudly. "It's okay, baby."

Soon I could hear noises of ambulance and police cars, they came to me and I got out of the car carefully holding my daughter.

"You need to be checked." The paramedic said.

"I'm not letting her go."

"Give her to me so she can also be checked.”

"I already said I am not releasing her, it is my right to accept treatment or not if I am conscious and as I am and I said no. I'll accept being taken to the hospital and in the ambulance you guys can check her but I'm not letting you take her out of me."

"All right, let's go."

I got into the ambulance trying to calm her down, I was nervous and scared, I needed to talk to Mason but my stuff stayed in the car so I couldn't call him. They check us and none of us have a concussion in the way to the hospital.

As soon as we arrived I had to hand Maia over to the nurses so they could run tests on her and me.

After about half an hour I was back in the room and soon they brought her back to me, I started breastfeeding her because she was hungry.

"The police will be coming here in a few minutes to take your statement miss, is there anyone we can call to stay with you?"

"Yes there is my husband Mason but he is busy right now so he’s not going to see the call."

"Anyone else?"

"Actually there is his coach number, you can call him and tell him I had an accident please." She agrees and writes down the number I gave her and leaves the room to make the call.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Mason was playing with pride knowing that his team was winning and that his wife and daughter were somewhere in the stands watching him play.

Little did he know that they were both in a hospital room waiting for him to come to them.

The first half ended and Mason went to get a drink of water, but the worried look on the coach's face made him worry that something bad happens.

"Is everything okay?" He asks.

"I got a call from the hospital, your wife and daughter were involved in a car accident."

"Are they okay?" He asks worriedly.

"They are fine, they took them there for some tests but you should go there."

"Yeah, sure."

I grabbed my things and ran to the car, it was a little difficult since there were some fans there but I managed to dodge them and go to the hospital that the coach had told me about.

The way there was torturous, even though he said they were fine I hadn't seen them with my own eyes yet.

I ran inside the hospital and stopped in front of the reception desk and after she told me the room I ran to where my girls were.

"Thank God." I say entering the room and going to them. "How are you my love?"

"We are fine Mase, it was just a really big scary accident."

"What happened?"

"I was late with work stuff and after I let the babysitter go we were on our way to the game when some crazy person came up fast and hit us." She says tearfully. "But I swear I was paying attention to the road and I wasn't going fast and..."

"Relax, I believe you babe."

"It's just that I don't want you to think that i was going fast with Maia in the car and that I've put her at risk and..."

"Calm down, honey, you're too nervous." She stops and takes a deep breath. "I know you're careful when you're with her and it wasn't your fault, it was the person who hit you."

"It's just that I can't stop thinking that something bad could have happened to her."

"I know, I spent the whole way here thinking the worst had happened to you but it's okay now."

"Can you lie here with me?"

"Of course I can baby." She goes to the side and hands me Maia who smiled when she saw me. "Let's watch the rest of the game."

I turned the TV on the channel and we stood there watching the end of the second half together.

Bonus scene!

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@masonsount as you may know two days ago on they’re way to the game, my wife and my daughter were involved in a car accident.

I just wanted to let you guys know that they are fine, luckily the accident wasn’t serious just very scary.

Thank you for all the messages of support, my wife and I appreciate and we’re going to take a break from the social media to take care of our little family.

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[mountsies]

Hey! I love your fics❤️ Would you be able to do one where the reader doesn’t come from much money and has financial issues but mason doesn’t know about it and eventually finds out accidentally. The rest can be up to you and your wonderful imagination 😊

hii lovey thank you so much it means a lot to me!!💙💙 i'm really really sorry for the late reply, i've been really busy these past days and got a write blocking that took a toll on me. but i managed to finish your request today and i hope you like it!! <3 (again it turned out a lot more angsty than i intended it to be lol)

always there for you

mason mount x reader

summary: you have been through a though moment but mason is there to help you.

word count: 2,6k

disclaimer: english is not my first language, angst, family issues, a bit fluffy at the end

The song playing on the radio wasn't enough to distract you from your nerves, your fingers tapping nervously against your knee. You turned your face and looked over to your boyfriend, who gladly was paying enough attention on the road to not notice your anxious attics.

Mason took a last turn and parked in front of the restaurant where you both had agreed to meet his friends for brunch. He turned to face you and gave you his beautiful smile that made your heart warm, but soon his brow furrowed when he noticed how your leg was shaking now.

"Are you feeling okay, baby?" He asked, worry noticeable in his voice.

"Yes babe, I'm fine." You tried your best to fake a smile, nodding your head.

“You sure?” His head tipped to the side, his body leaning closer just for him to interlock his fingers on yours.

Mason’s palm was warm against yours, your heart calming down from your worries for a moment. You could say you weren’t feeling okay, that you’d prefer to stay home that afternoon, you knew Mason wasn’t going to force you to go out with him. He’d probably cancel his plans to stay with you. But you already had so much going on in your head and you didn’t want to cause a fuss, Mason already had his own problems and you felt that you had no need to bring your problems to him.

“I’m okay really,” You squeezed his hand, leaning to peck his lips. “Shall we go?”

His gaze still had remnants of worry, his eyes scanning your features to be sure of your words, his lips pecking yours in another soft kiss when he nodded his head after a moment. He undid his seatbelt and you did the same, as always Mason got out first then opened the door for you, something that always made your heart swell in affection. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, his hand intertwined with yours again after he locked his car and you both walked into the restaurant entrance.

Although you had calmed down for a moment, as soon as you entered the restaurant you felt sick to your stomach. You already had been to some fancy places with Mason, he liked to take you out to the best places in town, and as much as you knew he did it because he liked to spoil you, deep down you felt uncomfortable and even sad. Your financial situation wasn’t a problem to Mason, he knew since the beginning that your lives and way of living were totally opposites, but he never worried about it as much as you did.

Mason was an incredible man, his amazing personality with his funny sense of humour and his caring and gentle actions was what drew you to him. He never cared about that kinda stuff, and you knew you shouldn’t too, but that wasn’t so easy for you to do. And it became a lot harder when you started having problems in your bank account after you lent money to your stupid brother who never cared to pay back. 

It all started a few months ago, when your brother asked you to help him with his business and played your role of good sister, you decided to help him after talking with your parents. He was supposed to pay you back some weeks ago but he never did, even stopped replying to your calls and texts. 

You carried a huge burden on your back trying to figure out how to solve your problem, feeling embarrassed to ask for help from anyone around you even if you knew they’d help you out with anything you needed.

Your thoughts were running wild again but then your attention was brought to the world when you saw Sophia waving and smiling excitedly at you, making you smile a little. When you both finally got to the table where your friends were sitting you greeted all of them with a hug and a small smile, Sophia pulling you to sit by her side immediately. 

“It’s been so long since we saw each other!” She exclaimed, a warm smile on her face. “We should do something together sometime.”

“Yes, we totally should!” You chuckled a little, “How have you been?”

You both engaged in a conversation about your lives, you trying to distract your thoughts from your issues for a moment. You felt Mason’s arm sneaking around your shoulder and that made you calm yourself a little, he knew something was off but didn’t want to push it and you were grateful for that. He was too involved in his conversation with Kai and Reece but you saw him smile from the corner of your eye when you stroke his thigh gently.

✦

The brunch was filled with parallel conversations and laughter, some of the guys always making a joke and that for sure lifted your spirit a bit, but when Mason paid yours and his bill after eating dessert the feeling of guilt washed over you completely. You both said your goodbyes before leaving, you promising Sophia you would call her anytime so you too could hang out together.

“Did you enjoy today?” Mason’s voice was soft when he broke the silence in the car, his eyes alternating between you and the street.

“Yeah, it was really fun,” You turned to look at him. “Thank you Mase.”

“No need for thanking me babe,” He intertwined his fingers on yours again, kissing the back of your hand and giving you a warm smile.

His sweet words and loving actions almost made you cry, the lump in your throat starting to feel too hard to hold. But you just smiled at him, trying to hold your tears until you got to his house. And when he finally parked in front of his gate you let out a sigh of relief, wanting nothing more than to just get rid of your make up and take the longest nap of your life.

You entered his house leaving your heels by his hall of entrance, following directly to his room upstairs. Mason furrowed his brows when he saw you almost run upstairs, normally you both would stay at his living room to watch some film but this time you just skipped without even saying anything, and he knew you enough to know that something was definitely wrong and he didn’t know how to approach you. 

He entered his room, finding you sneaking into one of hoodies after changing your clothes. He smiled at the sight, his arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned around in his embrace, your head hiding in the crook of his neck and sighing in comfort. “I don’t feel very good, I think I’m gonna take a nap.” Your voice was almost a whisper and he pulled away to look at you with worry in his eyes.

“Are you feeling sick? Did something happen?” His hands came to stroke your cheeks and you closed your eyes to the feeling.

“It’s just a headache, I’m gonna take some painkillers and just rest a bit.” Mason still had his brow furrowed, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Are you sure that’s all?” You felt the knots in your stomach again when he asked you, and this time you looked away from his eyes because you knew he was worried and you couldn’t handle that at the moment.

“Yes, don’t worry.” That's all you said before pulling away from his arms and walking to the en-suite.

You heard him sigh but was glad he didn’t say anything, deciding to focus on getting rid of your make up. You washed your face and started your skincare routine, but you were soon interrupted when you heard a cell phone ring followed by your boyfriend’s voice.

“Babe it’s yours.” His voice was muffled when he yelled from his room.

“Can you answer for me?” You yelled back and went back to what you were doing after he shouted back an okay.

Mason didn’t said anything more and you went back to what you were doing, finishing your routine and following back to his room. But as soon as you entered his bedroom and saw him blinking at your phone you knew something happened. Your heart started to race and a million scenarios went through your head.

“Who was it?” You managed to ask, your hands trembling with nervousness.

He looked at you with an indecipherable expression, but when he answered your question you already felt the tears in your eyes. “It was the bank.” 

All you wanted was to curse yourself and run away from his look, but all you did was stay in place with the tears running down your face. You were unable to form a sentence and didn’t have the strength to walk away, feeling ashamed by how things went down so suddenly. Mason stood from his spot immediately when he saw you crying, his hands cupping your cheeks trying to give you the comfort you needed.

“Y/n, hey…” He tried to make you look at him but you just kept looking down, his own heart breaking when you let out a painful sob. “Baby look at me, please.”

Mason sighed when you shook your head, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you closer to him. Your tears started to wet his shirt and you felt even more ashamed, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you along with guilt for not having the courage to bring your issues to your relationship. He guided both of you to the bed, where he seated and brought you to sit by his side, his hand gently stroking your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to say between sobs, and Mason felt his heart clench.

“Why are you apologising? There's nothing to be sorry about.” He said softly, his hand lifting your chin so he could look at you. He wiped the tears from your face and kissed your cheek, his eyes filled with worry and pain because he hated to see you crying. “How did that happen?” His fingers gently caressed your face.

When you locked your eyes in his you felt another wave of tears, another sob leaving your lips and Mason didn’t say anything more, just wrapped you in a tight hug. His hands stroked your back and he kept kissing your face and your forehead trying to calm you down, his voice whispering sweet nothings to you and as time passed you could already breath calmly and your chest didn’t hurt as much as it did minutes before. You two kept in silence for another moment, you fighting with yourself to find the right words to finally talk about everything with him.

“Do you remember when my brother asked for my help a couple of months ago?” You mumbled, your voice cracking in the middle of the sentence but Mason just nodded and waited for you to continue. “He asked me to lend him some money so he could start his business. At first I was taken aback but he managed to convince me. I called my parents and they convinced me to help him too, they said he had changed so I lent him the money.” 

You took a deep breath and pulled away from him slightly, your eyes now focused on the hem of his shirt where you fidgeted with your fingers. “He was supposed to pay me back weeks ago, but he started to ignore my phone calls and my messages.” You let out a chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head. “I was trying to be a good sister and support him after everything but that only got me in the red on my bank account.” You could feel the tears in the corner of your eyes, not having the urge to fight them.

Mason stayed in silence trying to sink in what you just had told him, his blood boiling at the thought of your brother doing something like that to you. Everybody knew he had a bad background, you had told that to Mason since the beginning of your relationship and he always supported your decisions when it came to your brother besides not trusting him at all. 

“Your brother is an fucking asshole,” He started and his heart warmed when you chuckled at his words. “Baby I’m so sorry you have to go through something like that.”

“He is for sure.” You mumbled, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You know I’d help you in a blink of an eye.” 

This time you looked away again, already shooking your head to what he was about to say. “Mason we already-”

“Y/n look at me,” He lifted your chin again and your teary eyes met his again. “I know you like to be independent and deal with your stuff on your own, but you can’t think that you’re gonna solve your problems by yourself for the rest of your life.” He wiped the stubborn tear that ran down your cheek.

“It’s just… it’s embarrassing.” You whispered and closed your eyes, not knowing how to handle his look at you.

“But it doesn’t have to be. You can’t deal with everything on your own, it’s okay if you ask for help when you need it.” You feel his lips on your cheek in a sweet kiss, a sigh leaving your lips as you rested your forehead against his shoulder.

You didn’t say anything back, just stayed there in his arms seeking the comfort you needed. Although the feeling of embarrassment kept itching inside you, on the other hand you knew Mason was more than right. You needed help, more than anything at the moment, and he was more than happy to help you out even if you didn’t like it. It was at that same moment you realised how much he really cared about you and that made your heart swell in your chest.

“Look at me,” He said gently after some time, lifting your head so he could look into his eyes. “I love you, okay? More than everything and we’re gonna get through this together.” His words made your eyes teary again, but this time not with sadness and worry but with gratitude and relief. 

“I love you too.” You whispered back at him, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. It was just a peck, a soft and gentle kiss that made your heart jump with so much love. “I just don’t wanna feel like a burden to you.”

“Stop with that, you’re never gonna be a burden to me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m always gonna be here for you whenever you need me. And you don’t have to be ashamed to seek help.” You were feeling a lot calmer, his words making you open your eyes to your situation and accepting that he was indeed right. You still had the feeling of worry, but knowing Mason was willing to help you with that fucked up stituation made you gather your thoughts to the right direction. “You’re gonna let me help you?” He asked, his eyes searching for an answer.

“Yes.” You nodded at him and he gave you a warm smile that you reciprocated.

He pulled you into a tight hug, your eyes closing as you let yourself give into his touch, his kisses making you feel better for a moment. 

“Everything will be fine, I promise.” He whispered and you just hummed.

That wasn’t how you planned things to turn out, but fortunately it turned out better than you thought it would be. You trusted in Mason’s words and now your heart was at ease after a long time in weeks.

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[loveshearsmith]

Piss off, Ross - Ross Gaines x Reader

summary; [ross x female reader] unemployed and forced to do a restart course. a certain someone catches your eye.

warnings; 18+ content, detailed smut, unprotected sex, strong language, mild mentions of anxiety

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being unemployed in my late 20s was not something i ever would've imagined happening. the company i was working for had went under and i was made redundant, and eventually left with no choice but to join a course at the local job centre. i hated it. i felt judged and patronised by everyone who saw me walk into that building on that first day - little did i know just what i was about to encounter.

"okey cokey, pig in a pokey!" a female voice called as she entered the room, carrying her handbags and clipboard.

here we go, i mentally thought to myself, slightly rolling my eyes. i still couldn't believe i'd ended up here. "good morning job seekers. my name is pauline campbell-jones."

i lost concentration and looked around the room as she babbled on about what was going to happen in this course. my eyes scanned the different people who were joining me here, a mixture of elderly scruff men, trouble-making youngsters, until finally i spotted someone who doesn't look like he belonged here. well, i secretly hoped that i also didn't look like i "belonged" in a job centre, but i was immediately intrigued by him. he was dressed fairly smartly, a blazer over his shirt, small glasses that sat perfectly on his face just under his flopped fringe, complimenting his strong jawline. he seemed to be watching pauline intensely, tapping his pen slightly against his paper. he's quite attractive, i thought.

someone cleared their throat abruptly, and my head snapped back round to see pauline stood right before me, staring in my eyes. "and what's your name, love?" she asked.

"oh- uh" i stuttered due to the sudden and unexpected pressure, "i'm y/n".

"well, y/n" pauline began to say, "maybe you wouldn't be unemployed if you spent as much time looking for jobs as you do looking at mr. ross over there." my mouth dropped open slightly at her rude comment, before reality set in over what she had actually said. out loud.

a deep red immediately flushed my cheeks, and i took a quick glance at the man she called ross, only to find he was already looking back in my direction with a small smirk on his face. was he checking me out? no, he's obviously just mocking me considering i just got humiliated on my first day in front of the whole class.  my eyes snapped back down to my papers. i wanted the floor to swallow me whole... what a mess this had already turned out to be.

i kept quiet for the rest of the session, head down the whole time. however I couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes burning into me. deep down, i knew it was him, but i was going to save myself from further humiliation and just ignore it. as soon as pauline announced the end of the session, i wasted no time packing up and practically running out of the building. the dreaded thought eating me alive that i would only have to return again tomorrow morning.

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it was the next day, and i got there extra early to ensure i was the first to arrive. i couldn't bare the thought of walking into a full room, being stared at by everyone who witnessed that monstrosity yesterday. maybe it wasn't as bad as i was making it out to be, but i was still ashamed. people eventually began to arrive and the seats were slowly getting filled. i had chosen the table right at the back in the corner of the room, in order to avoid as much contact with anyone as possible. my throat suddenly became dry as i saw that all-too-familiar man enter the room. i watched as his eyes did a quick scan before settling on me, and i swore i saw a small smile tug at his lips. my eyes shot down as i pretended to pick at my fingernails, but i could still see him out of my peripheral vision. he began walking towards me, and i prayed that he would fill one of the empty seats along the way. but no, of course he didn't. i felt his presence, and i watched from the corner of my eye as he pulled out the chair right next to me, and started sitting down. my heart beat elevated as i continued to steal small glances at him, wondering and worried about what he had planned.

"hi, i'm ross" he spoke in a fairly quiet tone, flashing a smile and extending his hand out towards me. yeah, i know, i thought. there was something far too professional about him. i stared at his hand and quickly cleared my throat as it was somehow drier than it was before.

"i'm y/n" i said, reaching out to shake his hand. his skin was smooth and his grip was firm but gentle.

"yeah, i know" he said, repeating my thoughts.

"ha... right.." i said quietly, forcing out an awkward chuckle. i decided to bite the bullet and just clear the awkward air as soon as possible. "listen, i'm sorry about yesterday" i coughed slightly again as i looked down at the desk. god, i'm so lame.

"nothing to be sorry about," ross said and i nodded slightly, kind of relieved that he seemed to be understanding. "i tried to speak to you after class yesterday, but you left so quickly. i couldn't catch up in time" he chuckled a bit.

"yes, well..." i trailed off, not really sure what to say. wasn't it obvious i was rushing off to avoid him?

i raised my eyes from the desk as the room echoed with the same "okey cokie, pig in a pokie" as yesterday. i huffed under my breath, anxious that she might do something else to call me out again. ross must have heard me, as he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear "don't worry, the only one who she's embarrassing is herself." the simple act caused chills to pass over my skin, almost making me shudder.

i let out a small laugh through my nose, grateful at his attempt to comfort me. pauline continued rambling on about today's workshop on job options, as ross leaned back towards me again. in a hushed tone, he whispered "so, how come you're here then?"

i was a bit taken back by his question, "is that really something you should ask?"

"i didn't mean it in a rude way. but come on, a pretty girl like you, i can't imagine you've just been scrounging off of benefits all your life. you look like you've got it all together, which is more than what I can say for some of the messes in here" he grimaced as he glanced around the room.

i was quiet for a moment, mainly only thinking about the fact that he just called me pretty. "i was forced to come here. i was recently made redundant. i had no choice" i sighed at the reminder, i had liked my job.

he nodded. "well that's a shame... still, this will be over before you know it." i turned my head to shoot him a slight smile. i was about to ask him the same question, considering my first impression of him was that he didn't look like someone who'd been struggling to get work, but i was quickly interrupted. pauline cleared her throat sharply, just as she had done yesterday, and we both looked up to see her scowling at us from the front of the room.

"well, well. If it isn't little miss y/n and mr ross," she began sarcastically, "sitting together are we? as if it wasn't bad enough being ignored by the both of you yesterday, now you're both just speaking over me!"

I went to reply to her, but ross beat me to it. "sorry, pauline. I was just asking y/n if she had a pen I could borrow."

"you want a pen, ross?" pauline said, "well there are plenty of pauline's pens up here at the front near mickey love. now I want you to move here so I can keep a close eye on you." I could tell that ross wanted to protest against her, but she looked at him like such filth that he quickly closed his mouth and stood up. he glanced at me as he walked away with a subtle roll of his eyes, making me giggle.

the rest of the session dragged by, i found myself staring at the back of ross' head for the majority of it, and he'd occasionally turn around in his seat to pull faces at me whenever pauline said something completely inappropriate.

"come on ross, on your feet" she suddenly said, making us look at eachother in confusion. she wanted ross to partake in the last exercise of the day for sales jobs, where he had to try and sell a copy of the big issue. i watched as he stood at the front of the class next to pauline, holding his hands awkwardly. i leaned back in my seat and craned my neck upwards, barely controlling the smirk on my face. i had a feeling this was going to be quite entertaining.

"right then, job-seekers. i want you all to imagine that we're standing on a very busy highstreet," pauline began, "and i'm an attractive young housewife." the laugh that erupted out of me was completely accidental. my hands slapping over my own mouth to stifle the noise was not enough, as pauline slowly turned to stare at me with eyes of daggers. ross however, was smiling at me widely with his bright teeth as he laughed along. i felt giddy knowing i had made him laugh. god, what is wrong with me? i barely know him.

i watched the scene unfold, with pauline mocking ross for his "poor attempt" at selling, before she strangely started asking him to beg her, making everyone in the room uncomfortable.

"no! no, I won't!" he finally snapped, raising his voice. "i won't beg you pauline."

there was a long pause. "very well..." she mumbled, "sit down please, ross." he angrily gave her the magazine back before returning to his seat. she followed closely behind, before raising the magazine and aggressively slapping it across his head. my jaw dropped involuntarily as ross cried out in pain, holding the side of his head where she had hit him. i stood up from my seat, my mouth still wide open in disbelief, and i went to approach him to see if he was okay.

pauline held out her palm towards and stopped me in my tracks, "ah, ah" she said, as if she was telling off a small child or a dog. i stood feeling helpless, watching ross continue to gawk in pain as pauline went around the room and started shouting at everyone. but i wasn't listening to her, not until she shortly announced that it was time to leave. i grabbed my bag and walked over to ross, who was also stood up gathering his belongings. "hey, are you okay?" i said, genuinely concerned.

he looked up at me, his angry face immediately softening. "uh, yeah, i'm alright."

"are you sure-"

he cut me off, "yeah honestly, i'm fine. can we just go?" he said, nodding towards the door. "i'm desperate to get out of here." he seemed flustered and agitated, but i didn't blame him. i would be too.

i nodded and followed him out of the building. we stood on the street outside of the job centre, and i turned to look at him. "we should do something, she can't get away with that." i said, but he didn't seem that bothered.

"what would we do? there's no one to even tell."

"we can report it to the authorities or something. it's just unacceptable."

ross shook his head, which confused me. this was a bigger deal than he seemed to realise. "no one will care, y/n."

"well i care" i said, looking at him as he stared me in the eyes. he glanced down at the floor quickly and nodded his head, before looking back at me. "thanks" he said quietly, poking his tongue out across his lips to wetten them.

there was a small silence. "does it still hurt?" i said, reaching out to touch the side of his head.

"not really" he swallowed, continuing to stare at me. i lowered my hand, mumbling a "good."

there was another small silence, but he broke it this time. "would you maybe want to... go grab a coffee or something? unless you have plans" he seemed nervous, but i smiled in response which made him seemingly relax.

"i'd love to" i said, and we began walking down the road towards the nearest coffee shop.

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we sat for a few hours, talking about anything and everything. how unbelievable we think pauline is, where we grew up, where abouts we live now, what our interests are. we discovered that we had quite a lot in common. the more we spoke, the more attracted i became to him. he was so well-mannered and polite.

we both lost track of time and would have stayed even longer had we not been ushered out by the closing staff. he insisted on being the one to pay, and i couldn't resist the joke as we walked out the door. "what? just because i'm on the dole you think i can't afford a couple cups of coffee?" he snickered and used his elbow to gently nudge me in the side. i smiled widely to myself as we walked along, taking in the evening sun as it began to set in the sky.

"can i walk you home?" he turned to me, looking hopeful.

"what a gentleman" i joked, causing him to roll his eyes with a smile. "i'd love to say yes, but you live on the other side of town from me, and that's quite a long walk back by yourself."

"oh it's not a bother. i could just ring barbara to come pick me up" he said, alluding to the local taxi driver.

i refused, wanting to make it easier for the both of us, but he went to protest again. with a sudden boost of confidence, i walked forward and reached up to place a kiss on his lips, silencing him. i felt him kiss back almost immediately, after the initial shock, of course. i pulled back after a few seconds and exhaled through my nose. "goodnight, ross. i'll see you tomorrow." i smiled cheekily, turning away from him and beginning my walk back home. i felt tipsy, eventhough i hadn't had a single sip of alcohol. my mother would have called it drunk in loveee, but i shook the thought from my head, unable to control the grin on my face the whole way home.

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the next day quickly arrived, and i awoke in the morning feeling excited for the first time in months. i got up and picked an outfit, cuter and more formal than what i'd normally wear, especially to a job centre. however i stuck to my usual, light makeup. i didn't want it to seem like i was dressing up too much.

i made it to pauline's class, but i was somehow a few minutes late. brilliant, i mentally scowled myself, and stood outside for a moment to work up the courage to knock on the door and walk in.

"ah, y/n. how nice of you to actually join us" pauline said in her usual sarcastic tone.

"i'm really sorry pauline. something came up."

"don't let it happen again" she looked at me sternly and i nodded before she gestured at the tables for me to go and sit down.

i immediately spotted ross at the back of the classroom, in the same space as where i was sat yesterday. the empty seat next to him almost grabbing me by an invisible magnetic force. i gave him a smile as i made my way over, and sat down as quietly as possible in order to prevent disturbing pauline even further.

"glad you showed up" he whispered. "i was worried you had called in sick or something to avoid me."

"no, not at all!" trying to voice my urgency in a hushed tone was difficult, but i hope he believed me. he was the only reason i forced myself to come here this morning, i certainly didn't want to avoid him.

"that's good, then" he nodded, and i watched as his eyes flicked up and down my body, observing my outfit. "you look nice, by the way"

i couldn't hide the blush on my cheeks as i grabbed my pen and started making notes to catch up with what i'd missed. "thank you" i smiled, moving my foot under the desk to lightly nudge his shoe.

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the session was almost coming to an end, with pauline wanting to do one more exercise on practicing conducting interviews. she had already had poor mickey up the front, making a fool of himself, but now she wanted someone to volunteer roleplaying as the interviewer, so she could play the "perfect" candidate.

she had singled me out in the room, completely unprovoked. "now, i won't be asking you, y/n love. most interviewers don't show up late, it's usually a very bad impression" i swallowed and focused my gaze on the desk, avoiding eye contact with her. i could feel ross looking at me. i had told him yesterday about how i'd always struggled with anxiety, especially social anxiety, and how my memories of school had been tainted due to my teachers constantly picking on me.

"any takers?" she said, looking around the room. "come on, don't be shy."

there was a moment's silence before a stern "i'll do it." arose from right beside me. i raised my eyes from the desk to look at him, and he was staring intensely at pauline. she beckoned him to stand up, and he gladly obliged, making his way over to the front. as he tucked in his chair, he sent me a subtle wink, and i sat up in my seat wondering what he had planned.

i watched as he immediately began to tease pauline, asking for the clipboard and the pen, before making a snide comment about how he was glad that she wasn't naked. i suppressed my smile, pressing my knuckle against my lips. i continued to watch the scene, pauline pretending to enter the interview and immediately sitting down.

"would you like to take a seat?" ross said sarcastically, mimicking the tone she always used when belittling us.

"ross is quite right," she said as she jumped up. "you're in the driver's seat now."

"... i know." the look on his face as he clicked the pen and slowly smirked up at pauline made the core between my legs ache, and i pressed my thighs tightly together in an attempt to stop the inappropriate feeling.

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this new side to ross made me feel things i hadn't felt before. the 'interview' was proceeding, with ross continuously taunting and spiting pauline. making her admit how old she was, asking her if she was an egregious person, to which she agreed, and mocking her for her lack of academic qualifications.

he was being stern and stubborn, and a small piece of me couldn't help but think he was perhaps partly doing this to stick up for me, making me want him even more.

the roleplay drew to a close with pauline cockily standing up extending her hand for a hand shake. "thank you very much, when do i start?"

the smug look on her face quickly vanished when ross scoffed. "i'm sorry, but i can't offer you this position." he went on to say that she strikes him as a bully, is foul-mouthed, under qualified, and above all else, "too old."

i mentally praised him as i listened, grateful that pauline was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. she got quiet and took the clipboard back from ross, before suddenly ripping off the papers that he was making notes on, and began shouting. "you'll eat these words!" she exclaimed, turning to him and physically shoving the screwed up papers into his mouth. "egregious, am i? foul-fucking-mouthed?!"

it all happened too fast, and i watched in horror as he began physically choking, pauline's grip on him was so tight that he could barely fight back. i stood up and ran to them, shouting at pauline to stop and trying to push her off of him. but she didn't budge and continued trying to choke ross, before mickey raised from his seat and shouted at her to "stop being a nutter."

pauline seemed to come to her senses (if that was even possible), and let go of him, before slowly turning around and realising what she'd done. i rushed to crouch down at ross' side and placed my hand on his shoulder as he leant forward in his seat, coughing and spluttering uncontrollably. i watched as he struggled to regain his breathing, and i moved my hand to rub circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him.

eventually, the entire class was slowly filing out, including pauline who didn't say a word as i glared at her. it was just me and ross left, the only noise being his small coughs that he made as he began to calm down. i moved my hand from his back and placed it on his knee, "are you okay?" i said gently, enticing him to look at me.

he took a deep breath and nodded slowly, still staring at the floor. he finally raised his head and stared at me. looking into his eyes, they seemed sad and helpless, before they suddenly changed. they became clouded with darkness and he gave me a look that i couldn't quite read. it was a look i'd never seen before. only then did i realise just how close we were to eachother, faces inches apart. i gulped, not knowing what to do.

all of a sudden, ross stood up, pulling me up with him. his hands met the side of my face as he aggressively pushed his lips against mine, taking me completely by surprise. i squealed against him before i registered what was happening, and began kissing him back. the kiss was sloppy and rough, his lips seeming desperate.

he backed me up against the wall, his hands moving from my face to my waist as he began kissing down my neck. i gripped at his hair, my breathing becoming heavy. he began to bite and suck at my neck and shoulders, careless that there would be definitely be marks there tomorrow. as weird as it sounds, i kind of wanted them to be there, a reminder of whatever this would turn out to be.

i could feel myself growing increasingly wet as he trailed his kisses down my clothed body, slowly getting on his knees. he moved his hands down from my waist to hold onto the sides my thighs, before he suddenly stopped, looking up at me. i nodded, not even sure of what he was doing. but i knew i wanted it anyway. he wasted no time tracing his fingers up my thighs and i watched as they disappeared under my skirt. i felt him playing with the hems of my thong and i groaned, desperate for some friction. he slowly began to pull my panties down, enjoying how much i was growing increasingly frustrated. he pulled them all the way to my ankles and over my shoes, encouraging me to step out of them. he held them in front of his face, observing them.

"so wet for me" he whispered, looking up at my face. i whined and pressed my legs together, much like i had done earlier that afternoon. "no, no" he smirked, forcing my legs apart.

"please" i spoke in a broken whisper, causing him to look back up at me.

"please, what?" he said tauntingly. "i want you to tell me what you want."

"please touch me" i whimpered, feeling tears prick at my eyes.

"well, because you asked so nicely..." i watched as he threw my thong somewhere behind him, and began trailing kissing up the inside of my thigh, lifting my skirt and holding it against my stomach. my breathing became extremely heavy as i waited to feel him where i most desperately needed to.

i gasped as his tongue suddenly flicked against my clit, throwing my head back against the wall at the much-needed sensation. i moaned loudly as his mouth wrapped around my pussy, his saliva and my juices mixing perfectly together.

he ate me so hungrily, liked a starved dog at a buffet. his tongue worked me perfectly, focusing near my entrance, as the rest of his mouth caressed my trembling nub of nerves. my body reflexed and bucked against him, grinding my pussy down onto his face. i moaned loudly as my clit rubbed against his nose, causing him to grip me tighter and force my hips against the wall to stop me. i could tell that he wanted to be in control. i grew excessively louder, my hands forcefully holding onto his head for something to grip on to, as i felt myself already getting close.

i allowed myself to bounce up and down on his mouth, trying to get a bit more friction on my clit. he groaned against me, the vibrations almost sending me over the edge. i felt my climax approaching and i tilted my head upwards, my mouth hung open as i readied to reach the summit. until suddenly, it stopped.

ross pulled away from me and stood up, leaving me panting heavily, and oh so unsatisfied. "what the fuck?!" i complained, only to be ignored. "i was so close."

i watched as he undid his belt, flinging it off along with his blazer, and began unzipping his jeans, through which i could see the huge outline of his bulging boner. he pulled them down to his ankles to expose his boxer briefs that were leaking with precum, and i almost instantly dropped to my own knees to return the favour. i looked up at him, trying to look as sexy as possible as i raised my hand to palm him through the thin material. he screwed his eyes shut and hissed as my fingers played with the head of his penis, and i felt it twitch, begging for more.

i smirked and pulled down his boxers to his jeans, letting his aching member spring free and slap against his stomach. he groaned at the feeling, before i collected the precum from his tip and rubbed it and down his shaft, pumping him a few times. i placed the head in my mouth and began sucking him slowly, using my tongue to expertly swirl around the bottom of his tip. i certainly wasn't an expert, far from it, but from the way i had ross moaning, i don't think he paid any mind.

i began going lower, slowly taking more of him in as i bobbed my head gently. but i must've teased him too long, as he leaned down and pushed the hair out of my face, grabbed the sides of my head and pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. my hands flailed to grip on to the sides of his thighs as i tried so hard not to gag. but i didn't have much time to think about it as he began rocking into my mouth, thrusting his hips. he moaned quietly, concentration furrowing in his brow. he began fucking my throat, causing me to choke below him, but i didn't mind. i enjoyed it, actually, knowing he was using me to get his pleasure.

i didn't know my eyes were watering until i felt the tears stream down my cheeks, my mascara probably getting ruined. he carried on for a few more minutes, staring down at me as he continuously told me that i was "taking him so well." he suddenly pulled away again, leaving me slightly annoyed as he had ruined my revenge plan to edge him, just as he'd done to me.

but before i knew it, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, bending me over the nearest desk. he held my wrists behind my back as he forcefully pulled my skirt up, rubbing his hardened cock against my dripping folds. we both let out a low moan as he finally entered me, his large appendage filling me up so deeply. i groaned as he slowly began thrusting into me, lowering my head to rest it against the desk below me.

"god, you're so tight" he grunted from behind me, beginning to pound me harder. it burned and it hurt, but in the best way possible. his grip on my wrists was so tight that it was sure to leave bruises by the next morning. the desk wobbled and creaked beneath us as he sped up, the sound of our heavy breathing and skin slapping filled the room. he suddenly pulled me upwards so i was stood, my back against his clothed chest. one of his hands stayed gripping my wrist, and the other ran against my hair, collecting some of it into a loose pony tail, before he pulled it roughly, forcing my head backwards. i felt his head rest on my shoulder, grunting in my ear as he continued to fuck me. it was messy. rough and angry. and i think he just needed to use me to release his frustrations. but it was very good nonetheless. he reached down to give my arse a light, unexpected spank, making me choke on a moan.

"i think. i think I'm gonna... cum" i barely managed to get my words out, ross continuing to ram in to me. he let go of my hair and reached round the front of me, rubbing the pad of his fingers over my clit. i screwed my eyes shut dousing in the extreme pleasure, my mouth hung open silently, unable to vocalise my moans.

"come on," he whispered in my ear, "cum for me." his encouraging words and his fingers still working magic was enough to finish me. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" i moaned loudly and flung my head back against his chest, orgasm finally flushing over me. ross removed his hand and raised it to clamp it over my mouth, trying to stifle my loud profanities. his cock still grinding inside of me, helping me ride out my orgasm.

"fucking hell" he groaned through a laugh. "you're such a good girl." he pulled out breathlessly and gently turned me around, pushing me backwards so that my arse hit the desk and my knees buckled to perch on it. he stood between my legs and held my waist to push me further onto it, allowing me to be more comfortable.

he slowly entered me again, before immediately picking up the pace and ploughing me hard. i cried out, wrapping my legs around his lower torso, my arms holding onto his shoulders tightly. i think i may have trouble walking in the morning. he moaned into my hair, his hands under my skirt cupping my arse cheeks.

i moved my hips forward to meet his, copying his rhythm and grinding against him. "fuck!" he groaned against me, trying to keep as quiet as possible. he played around with the hem of my shirt for a while, looking like he was deep in thought, before he suddenly pulled it up and off my shoulders, discarding it somewhere across the room. he stared at my lace bra, my nipples large and pointed. his mouth gaped open as his hips thrusted erratically and became more sloppy. i knew he was close, and considering i was still extremely sensitive from my first orgasm, i knew i wasn't far behind him.

he began moaning uncontrollably, and the noise was like an angel choir to me. i shoved my face into his shoulder, using his collarbone to try to quiet my own noise. i don't know why, but i had only just realised where we actually were. in a public place, where anyone could walk in or hear us at any time. my hands crawled up under the back of his shirt, allowing my finger nails to dig into his skin, and i let myself go, cumming around him for the second time.

he gasped at the sensation of my pussy clenching around him, and i felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of me. he suddenly pulled out and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward to the edge of the desk and encouraging me to lay down. he held his penis and pumped his fist a few times before cumming all over my naked stomach, "oh, fuck" and "yes" being the only words he could manage. he almost collapsed onto me, my chest heaved as i watched him. I'd never seen something quite so hot before.

after a few minutes of us desperately trying to catch our breath, he stood up and walked over to pauline's desk where there were a box of tissues. he grabbed a few and wiped himself, before pulling up his pants and jeans and bringing the box over to me. i cleaned his mess from my skin and stood up, throwing the dirty tissues in the bin. i wandered around the room to pick up my shirt and my panties before dressing myself. i sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, watching ross as he fastened his belt.

"so... what now?" i questioned with an awkward chuckle, not knowing how to proceed with our relationship after the hottest and most random sex of my life.

"uhh, i don't know. late lunch?" he replied, genuinely suggesting us things to do.

"i could do with a shower, to be honest." i laughed, not really wanting to spend any time in public looking and feeling like a hot mess.

"okay, come back to mine then?" i looked at him, not sure if he was actually being serious, but the look he was giving me told me he was. i didn't really want to, but at the same time, i really did. "we can shower and I'll order us food or something. i need to talk to you, anyway."

he didn't give me much time to respond, as he began dialling his phone and ordering us a taxi. we were stood outside waiting for barbara, ross wasn't saying much and i was worried that i'd made a mistake and had set myself up for a very awkward evening. i mean, what do you actually say to the man who just fucked your brains out, completely unplanned in the middle of the day?

we were soon sat in the cab, ross and barbara speaking about what-not. she tried to include me in light conversation but i couldn't really concentrate. i ended up staring out the window as i began thinking about things. about ross...

yesterday, he kept avoiding my questions about work and why he was at a job centre, eventhough he knew my reasonings as to why i was there. he had invited me out for coffee and paid, just a moment ago he had invited me out for lunch, and when i denied he said he'd order us takeaway, and he has just paid for a cab to his flat. he didn't live very far away from the job centre, only about a 20 minute walk, which confused me beyond belief. don't get me wrong, it's not like i couldn't afford those things. I'm not completely broke. but you'd assume that someone out of work would be trying their hardest to save money if there were other alternatives, such as walking a small distance or cooking a home meal.

i didn't want to think too much about it, or judge his situation, but i was anxious about what he wanted to talk to me about. i thanked barbara and climbed out onto the street. deep down i was secretly grateful that we didn't have to walk, anyway. i'd have been hobbling side-to-side due to the pain down there. thanks ross.

i followed him into his apartment and took in my surroundings. it was pretty nice. i immediately see a kitchen island with bar stools, joining into the living space with a large couch and tv, a bookshelf tucked into the corner. "can i get you anything to drink?" he asked, putting his bag and blazer down onto the kitchen counter.

"uh, just water is fine, thank you." i felt awkward and vulnerable. i just didn't know what to say to him. i tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear as he passed a glass of water to me, and i sipped it gratefully, thankful for the refreshing hydration after the exerting events of our afternoon.

"so... what did you want to talk to me about?" i wasted no time, eventhough i was nervous about his answer. he gestured for me to sit next to him on one of the kitchen stools, and i sat cautiously, my mind racing with what he could possibly say. was it good or bad news? was he going to say that he wanted to see me more often? say he never wanted to see me again? or was he going to announce that he's riddled with STD's and has just passed them all onto me?

i watched as he grabbed multiple papers and what looked like video tapes from his bag. "so i guess i just have to jump straight in..." he began by clearing his throat and knocking the papers against the counter to straighten them.

i grew impatient as i looked at him, searching his face for answers. "now, don't be mad" oh brilliant. whenever a man says that, 9 times out of 10, he's about to say something that would make anyone go ballistic. "but i haven't been completely honest about what i've been up to for the past week."

"what do you mean?" i stuttered.

he let out a sigh, and i assumed he was nervous. which only made me want to shit bricks. "i'm actually employed, and i've been working under cover at the job centre."

of all of the things i thought he might have said, that was certainly not one of them. i sat in shock, my brows furrowed, once again not even knowing what to say. my mind raced again and it began to piece things together. the professionalism. the money.

he noticed that i hadn't said anything and carried on. "i'm an internal investigator. i've been investigating pauline and examining her classes-"

"what?" i cut him off, finally regaining my words. "you... what?" that was all i could seem to manage to say. i stood up from my seat and walked to the other side of the counter, feeling my heart beginning to beat under my chest.

"this is a good thing, y/n." he said, also standing up and beginning to approach me. i scoffed and screwed my face up.

"how? i didn't know that lying and being a faker was a good thing." i felt a range of emotions. confusion. shock. betrayal? maybe that was a bit excessive, but i felt like i suddenly didn't even know him. this man whom i'd been hanging out with and seeing every day, he was a complete stranger. was any of the stuff about his childhood and hobbies that he told me in the coffee shop even true? i had been completely honest with him from the start, finding a friend in him, opening myself up (emotionally and physically...), and this is how he repays me?

"i didn't lie to you, y/n." i resisted the urge to scoff again, but i just looked at him confused. "...withholding of information is not technically a lie." i rolled my eyes and turned away from him, wanting to run out the door and not look back.

a hand rested on my shoulder and i shook it off, walking to the door to try and slip my shoes back on. "y/n, just stop. i meant that it's a good thing because i'm going to have all this evidence against pauline. when i hand this over, she'll be locked up for good." i glanced at him as he was holding everything that he laid out on the counter earlier. "these are recordings. all of the times she was ever rude or picked on you. every time she belittled mickey. every time she... you know. physically hurt me. it's all on here."

ross' pov

i shook the papers and the tapes desperately in my arms, trying to get her to understand. i wasn't even supposed to be telling her this information, it was completely against the rules of the social services. but i trusted her. i wanted her help in being a witness against pauline. and above all else, i just wanted her to know the real me.

she was silent for a long moment, but i could tell her thoughts were racing.

"why didn't you tell me this sooner?" her voice was quiet.

i sighed, wishing i had been truthful with her from the start. "it's company policy. i'm not even supposed to be telling you now. but i trust you, y/n. i really do." i watched as she slowly turned to face me and put her shoes back down on the floor. "i didn't want to hide from you anymore."

"okay, so... what was earlier about, then?" she cradled her arms against her chest, looking nervous. or embarrassed. or both?

"what do you mean?" i wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, but she soon made me feel like an idiot for not understanding.

"oh, you know, when you randomly fucked me?!" her voice was raised. i couldn't tell if she was mad about it, or just mad at me. but surely she wouldn't have come back here with me if she was disgusted and never wanted to see me again.

"i- i just. i don't know, i was angry. i needed something. someone. and you were there being all nice-"

"so you would've just done that to anyone?" she spat, cutting me off.

"no! god, no!" my grip loosened on the evidence against pauline, letting it crash to the floor in a discarded mess. but i didn't care, the only important thing at the moment was getting y/n to understand. "i... i really like you" she looked at me but didn't say anything, so i continued. "i think you're so beautiful. i didn't mean to upset you or anything, and i'm really sorry if i did. i just thought that, i don't know, maybe you liked me too..." i sighed again and looked at the floor, feeling vulnerable and worried that i had ruined the relationship between us.

"i do like you, ross" she spoke so gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "i liked you from the moment i saw you."

i couldn't find any words, i didn't need them, anyway. i walked towards her cautiously, extending my hands towards her face. she didn't move as i used my palms to cup her cheeks, smoothing a piece of hair from in front of her eyes. i leaned forward a little, her eyes glancing from my eyes to my lips.

reader's pov

i fluttered my eyes closed in anticipation, as i leaned towards him, waiting for the gap to be sealed. his lips pressed against mine, they felt small and incredibly gentle, a huge difference to how he was kissing me earlier. i raised my hands to allow my fingers to run through his hair, enjoying the feeling. i smiled against him, wanting to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away.

he rested his head against mine, our noses almost brushing together. "will you help me get pauline fired?" he whispered. all i did was nod.

his lips curled into a small smile. "just five more weeks of torture left, before she gets what she deserves."

"torture?" i questioned, sarcasm lacing my voice. "i think five weeks of seeing me every day will be pure bliss for you" i smirked, allowing my hands to rest on his lower back.

"i think you're right" he whispered, moving to kiss me again. it immediately heated up, my tongue slipping into his mouth. he walked me through the apartment, tongues still intertwined, before softly laying me against the couch. somehow, we both ended up undressed, panting heavily as we explored eachother. my hands raked through his hair as i moaned, his lips kissing down my neck in the same spots he had done not long before. "hold on" he whispered, pulling away from me and quickly running into the next room. he immediately returned, pulling a condom onto himself, making me chuckle. "probably a bit late for that." he laughed lightly and hovered over me, parting my legs with his knee.

"are you ready?" he said, leaning down to peck my lips. i nodded and rested my head back on the cushions, hissing as he stretched me out. "i'm sorry" he cooed, "are you okay?"

i nodded again, tears pricking at my eyes. "you really did a number on me earlier" we laughed against eachother, sharing small kisses as he stayed still inside of me, allowing me to adjust to the feeling. "we don't have to-"

"no, i want to. it should be okay now." he cautiously started rocking into me, moving as slowly as he could. after a while, the stinging stopped, and the pleasure soon returned. he was gentle and loving, only making the experience even more gratifying. our whines filled the apartment, lips moving perfectly together, my fingers rubbing his back and through his hair. no one had ever made love to me the way ross was right now.

we soon reached our highs and we laid exhausted, cuddled against eachother.

"should we go have that shower now?"

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #reece shearsmith #x reader #fanfic #inside no 9 #ross gaines #ross gaines x reader #ross gaines imagine #reece shearsmith imagine #smut #ross gaines smut

[darl1ngd3ar3st]

Hey there! Can you do some Cole and Seth crushing headcanons pls? (If you don't want that's okay :])

I don't have the seth bundle so unfortunately I don't know a thing abt him and I don't wanna write your pookie wrong cuz I know how infuriating that can be but I'd be happy to write abt cole!! (I'm mentally ill)

falling for you hcs w some of my fav boyz (cole, reece, and cashew)

cole

he falls fast and he falls HARD. scraped his knee and everything.

he will do anything for you

like literally anything

your shoes untied? he ties em for you. oh you need a ride to work? say no more. you're hungry? let bro cook.

also he is mentally ill. I think he has bpd but I could be wrong

you are easily his favorite person. he is obsessed with you. he gets jealous and upset when you're not around him for too long because he worries you'll forget about him and the other person will steal you away.

he wants to devote his life to you and you only. nothing else matters. no one else matters (lol yandere sim reference)

anyways he's constantly trying to do things for you

helping you run errands, making sure you're eating and drinking enough water, getting you trinkets and doohickies he thinks you'll like, just overall being your number one supporter and your biggest fan

it's implied he has an actual shrine of the player in his closet somewhere in the game so. if you wanna interpret that as him being so fr go ahead

all in all, you are his everything and there's nothing he wouldn't do to make you happy and to hopefully get you to feel the same.

reece

mrrp meow mrrrp mrrp mrow

I love autism representation that doesn't involve harmful stereotypes

anyways. reece is a hopelessly romantic lovebug I think

he doesn't know how to flirt like at all so he just. meows at you and hopes you meow back

and he gets really excited when you do

he doesn't mean to, but he often shows affection by infodumping about his hyperfixations and special interests and then gets really embarrassed and apologizes a bunch later

please reassure his silly ass

also he forgets to drink water and do basic things for himself so if you remind him he's gonna fall head over heels all over again

also if you're neurodivergent he really loves hearing you talk abt your hyperfixations and special interests!!!!!! he loves it a lot!!!!!!!!

he tries to remember all of the little things but he forgets some stuff

but like if you mention that you think you wanna go to italy on a whim one (1, singular) time he's like "okay so we're going to italy" like a day later

also takes you to the renaissance era cuz it's pretty

and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if he confessed to you on the titanic

he unintentionally starts picking up stuff you say or do like if you have a stim where you say "yipee!!" like the autism creature he starts doing that

or like if you walk a certain way he starts walking like that without meaning to

long story short his main flirting tactic is being autistic and meowing at you

cashew

HES CANONICALLY DEMISEXUAL/DEMIROMANTIC ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

anyways so you're friends. you are friends

and one day you're in the library helping him pick out a book and your hand brushes against his while you're walking back to the car

except he brushes it off in his head cuz i mean come on. you're best friends.

and then like a day later he finds out the book you guys picked was an erotica or whatever it's called so he gets an absolutely jumpscare when the guy in the story pulls his dick out

like this was his exact reaction

BAHAHAHAH ANYWAYS

anyways in his head he's imagining one of the characters is you. like without even realizing it he's just like "oh yeah they've got h/c hair and e/c eyes and oh wait"

and when he realizes he's thinking of you he starts to panic like "WHAT THE FUCK IM IN LOVE WITH THEM. ok" and he comes to terms with it in like 15 minutes

but he starts doing a bunch more favors for you like carrying your stuff for you and offering you his coat

he is not subtle at all

like its so painfully obvious by the way he looks at you that he's head over heels

he doesn't know how to flirt honestly

it doesn't take long for him to just tell you how he feels

sorry this was so short lmfaoo thank you for the request!!!!! <33

#;;☆ archie headcanonz #blush blush game #blush blush #blush blush dlc #cole blush blush #cashew blush blush #reece blush blush #idle games #gn reader #male reader #female reader #x reader headcanons #gender neutral reader

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Furfur x Angel!Reader Headcanons

Request by Anon: Hii! Can you write a Furfur x Angel!Reader where the reader knows who Furfur is but doesn’t have that many memories but he does? (All of it is fluff) And basically they are interested in him

Summary: As far as you were concerned, Furfur wasn't the first demon to cross your path, neither would he be the last - However, you not knowing him gives him all the more reason to pursue - and you like it.

Warning(s): none yay!

a/n: i wrote headcanons, bc i have been far too busy with essays being due, so i was a little burnt out - hope this suffices.

My, my, you both are so whipped and neither of you know it

Anyway, you were an angel sent down by Archangel Michael to watch over Aziraphale, making sure his associations with Crowley didn't get out of hand

However, during that fateful night of 1941, you were not expecting to be tempted yourself

You noticed during Aziraphale's act on stage, something was off, you could sense it...

Soon a puff of blue smoke dissipates, revealing a rather short gentleman in mostly midnight blue garments, grey hair with green highlights and a Stag, embroidered in gold on his sash

He then noticed you, all clad in whites, browns and pastel tones in the fashionable garments of the time - and he was awestruck

Although he was sent to block a particular miracle...it didn't mean he couldn't mingle, right?

"Ah, you again..."

"Pardon?" you ask

"Thought you'd be intercepting me again, am I correct?"

"..." you just stared blankly. Have I met you before? You think.

He's sort of dumbfounded - how did you not know about him?? He knew about you, surely it would be mutual.

Over the next hour, instead of intercepting Aziraphale and Crowley - he was talking to you

And you enjoyed it to an extent, so over the next 80 years since then, you've bumped into each other and just talked about anything and everything

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Let's set the record straight

You confessed you were interested in him as 'more-than-a-friend-type-of-friend'

And he was more than a little stunned, in fact, you could've sworn you saw his gaze soften when you said it

He responds with just...lunging at you into a hug - yes, a bit of a shock, mut jeez you didn't think he was down that bad

HOLDING HANDS AND INTERLACING FINGERS

Like, y'all are sitting on a park bench and he just reaches for your hand ahhhhhhhh

He's not big on the nicknames thing - but he does enjoy it when you call him 'My Stag'

Which, depending on your tone, can mean many-a-thing

He likes the whole opposite aesthetics thing, but there have been a few times where he's seen a coat that you wear - beige with white and grey crosshatching patterns inside with pockets

He put it on once and he paraded around the room in it all day

He's never told you - but you did see some leftover essence on the coat, so you have your guesses.

In this aspect, y'all are cute - I'm jealous and if anything happens to him, I'll key your car /j

#good omens #reece shearsmith #furfur x reader #furfur good omens #angel!reader

[starrierknight]

I need to fuck satoru until his eyes roll back into his head, overstimulating him for hours on end until his voice goes, his eyes are red, and this throat is sore. I wanna see him completely broken and fucked dumb until all that attitude has left his pretty little head, and the only thing he can think about or say for the next few days is my name.

#I NEED HIM ON AN ATOMIC LEVEL #[ ❀ ] — reece's rambling #꒰ �� ꒱ — they kiss consume #꒰ ✧ ꒱ — gojo satoru thirst #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #sub gojo satoru x reader #sub gojo satoru

[sigmaswaist]

yosano thirst incoming for your sweet subby brain:

yosano loves making you squirm in public, whether it be a few intimate touches when not too many people are looking, or perhaps some threats & promises whispered into your ear as she passes by. yosano who will overstim you until your throat is raw from crying, and then fucks it with her strap, then shoves you between her thighs so you can have her mouth filled by her as she praises you for taking her so well and being her sweet slut and no one else's.

<3 <3 <3

Expanding because i am a whore for yosano

It was a normal day at the Agency, Yosano Akiko, the agency’s doctor and your girlfriend was sitting by your desk on the agency’s couch as you worked, despite her bored demeanour she eyed you with a lustful gaze. “Darling?~ do you think you’ll be done with work soon? you have a check up with me about your leg injury, unless you forgot?~” Yosano had been taunting you all morning, whispering filthy things into your ears, lightly caressing your waist and hips when there wasn’t eyes on you. “Kunikida-senpai? Do i have permission to get my checkup done? i’m finished with all my paperwork.” Kunikida nodded and yosano eagerly dragged you to her office, locking the door behind her. “My my, didn’t you know that that coat highlights your waist so well?” Yosano went over and sat on her examination bed, her legs crossing. you trailed after her obediently, of course you knew how your outfit highlighted your figure, you had picked this out with her. you stood in front of her patiently, letting her look you over, she quickly motioned downwards and you sat on your knees, massaging her thighs lovingly. “what would the agency think of their doctor and detective meeting up in my office like this? do you think they would call you a slut? you’d like that wouldn’t you?~” Yosano grabbed your chin sharply, letting her nails dig into your cheek. She pulled her skirt up, letting her pale, plush thighs into view, her heat just inches away from your face.

You mouthed at her cunt through her panties, he nails running through your hair, her legs locked behind your neck. pulling aside the offending cloth. you licked the wet folds gingerly, burying your face in her folds, lapping her up. “Well aren’t you a pretty little whore? ah- eagerly getting drunk off my pussy aren’t we?” You pulled at her thighs, going between drinking her slick and sucking her clit as you ate her out, letting your tongue slip in her. she let out pretty whimpers and moans as you worked, bits of praise between breaths, it wasn’t long before her thighs trembled around your head, her orgasm spilling out on your tongue, she pulled your hair back sharply as you continued to work. “now now darling as much as i’d love to continue this Kunikida will get suspicious if you’re in here for long my love, i’ll finish this later alright?” you nodded tiredly, you just wanted to continue to eat her out, you knew she was right and she would continue later but something about her sweet sweet taste was too good to leave, you rested your head on her thigh and nuzzled it sweetly, pulling one of her hands to kiss it. yosano stroked your face lovingly, poking your nose with a small giggle.

lmao sorry i kinda got off track from your ask reece- have a small yosano thirst <3

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rooftop | b.s

summary: y/n and brad meet on a rooftop at a party where they want to break away from the crowd.

word count: 1.2k ish

a/n: hello!! first imagine in a LONG time! it felt super great to write again, i hope you guys like this one! i really enjoyed writing it. as always, my requests are open for anyone who wants to pop one in my inbox! love you!!

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You sighed as you sat down in front of the bar again, asking for another drink. You were bored out of your mind at this party. Sure, there were people you knew, but no one you cared about enough to have a mindless conversation with. You were starting to get sick of the small talk about your new album release, boyfriend rumours, and how nice the weather has been. There was only so long you could plaster on your smile and pretend you were enjoying the conversation.

The bartender slid your drink towards you, and you nodded your head in thanks as you took a sip. You rested your elbows on the counter, glancing around for someone you would be happy to see. You weren’t met with any.

You started to ask yourself why you came to this party in the first place. Since you’ve started to gain popularity with your music, it felt like you were constantly going to parties and events. You didn’t remember anymore what your goal was when you came to these things. It was a nice event, though, you had to admit. The entire bar had been rented out, with great music, an open bar and lots of room to dance. Unfortunately, you weren’t really in the mood to dance this time around.

You looked over and noticed a staircase at the back of the room. You grabbed your drink from the counter, leaving money as you walked towards the staircase. After climbing up them you were met with a rooftop terrace. You smiled to yourself, grateful for the fresh air and the quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with the music still blaring from inside.

You leaned against the balcony railing, looking out at the city skyline. It was beautiful, you had to admit. You took another sip of your drink, feeling more relaxed as you breathed in the warm spring air. You hadn’t even noticed that someone else had come up to the rooftop, too.

*

Brad leaned into Connor’s shoulder, telling him he wanted to get some fresh air. The party had gotten very lively, and the sweaty bodies around him were starting to feel a bit overwhelming. Connor smiled back, patting Brad’s shoulder before he walked off. He was planning on heading to the back door, before noticing a staircase. He vaguely remembered there being a rooftop area in this place, and he decided to go check it out.

He stepped up onto the rooftop, feeling relaxed as the cool breeze hit his face. He noticed someone else standing there, leaning against the railing and looking out at the city. He smiled to himself, it was always nice to see someone with the same feelings as him. He wondered if she was also overwhelmed and needed a break from the chaos of inside.

*

You heard vague footsteps behind you, jumping when you turned around and saw someone there. He was...well, beautiful. His dark brown curls rustled in the breeze, his shirt tucked into his pants. He flashed you a grin, one that you couldn’t help but return.

“Come here often?” he asked, his accent making you smile.

“Oh yeah, all the time,” you scoffed. “I just love coming to really loud places to do nothing but drink and have really two dimensional conversations with people I barely know.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too. It’s my favourite activity, actually.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, sticking out your hand to shake his.

“Brad,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you. So you can have another formal introduction with someone you don’t care to talk to.”

“That’s debatable,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Not only was he good looking, but charming. You suddenly found yourself wanting to know everything about him.

“So, who do you know here?” you asked. You kicked yourself for starting with such lame questions, as always.

“Oh, you know Reece Bibby from New Hope Club?” he asked, making you laugh.

“I do in fact, he invited me here too,” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah? Awesome. Yeah they supported us on tour a while back,” he nodded.

“I KNEW I recognized you!” you exclaimed. Reece had talked about The Vamps before, but you never really made an effort to know anything about them. Another musician, you knew it probably was not a good match. “Are your other bandmates here?”

“Yeah, they’re inside. Super drunk, obviously,” he chuckled. You could tell the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about them, and couldn’t help but smile at how wholesome it was.

“And how come you aren’t with them?” you interrogated, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Too loud, too sweaty,” he said, making you burst out laughing. “Didn’t feel like drinking too much, either.”

“I’m with you there,” you agreed, the music still audible over your conversation. “You don’t dance?”

He laughed loudly, making your heart warm. What was the hold this guy had on you? You giggled alongside him.

“I definitely dance,” he grinned. “You can be the judge of whether it’s good or not.”

“Let’s see it then,” you offered, motioning to the empty space on the rooftop between the tables.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, and you nodded.

He suddenly began dancing absolutely horrendously to the beat blasting from inside. You couldn’t stop laughing, wondering where in the world he pulled these moves out from.

“I can do better,” you shrugged.

“Let’s see it then,” he repeated your words, motioning the same way you had a minute prior.

You set your drink down before pulling out your absolute worst dance moves, purposely trying to be even worse than he was. The sound of his laugh alongside yours made you feel like there was no one else here. No party inside, just this rooftop.

“I must say,” he gasped through laughter. “That was probably the best thing I have ever seen.”

“Thank you very much,” you grinned, curtsying to him before picking your drink back up and sipping it. “I didn’t think I would be dancing stupidly on a roof with a boy I’ve just met instead of actually dancing inside where the actual party is.”

“Well this was much better, wasn’t it?” he asked, his cheeks turning slightly red.

“Hm I’m not sure,” you joked sarcastically. “I think your dance moves took years off my life.”

“Says you,” he laughed, throwing his head back.

You saw someone pop out from the doorway, Reece grinning as he looked at the two of you.

“Hey!” he grinned, walking over and hugging you both.

“Hey Reece,” you smiled. “I just came up for some air and was forced to watch this guy dance instead.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Brad laughed. “She made me do it.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N can be quite convincing,” Reece grinned, giving you a silent look that said ‘you like him!’. You rolled your eyes in response.

“I’m seeing that,” Brad smirked, looking into your eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure you were good,” he smiled. “The boys were looking for you inside, Brad.”

“Tell them I’ll be back in a sec!” he told him. Reece winked at you as he left the rooftop and went back inside, leaving you and Brad alone again. You wished you could spend the rest of the night here with him, but people were looking for him. No one was looking for you, though.

“Do you want to come in with me? I think you’d love the boys,” he offered, giving you a smile you couldn’t resist.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to impose. I already know I’m a loser we don’t need to point it out more,” you laughed.

“No, really. I’d love to spend more time with you,” he said.

His voice was soft, and genuine. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to you that way. You believed him. Since you wanted to spend more time with him, too, you agreed. He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take. You hesitated before grabbing it, letting him lead you back inside.

“Just please don’t bust those moves out in there,” you joked.

“Oh don’t worry, Y/N,” he grinned. “Those are reserved for your eyes only.”

You shook your head as you laughed, knowing you were done for. The boy on the roof had completely swooned you, stupid dance moves and all.

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