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david-goldrock · 2 days
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Hey, I'm sure you've been inundated with hateful messages since a fairly large blog pointed you out as a proud zionist. I don't think that's helpful for anyone and it speaks poorly of those who sent it. I'd like to ask you some questions though, and I won't call on you to answer them publicly but you may wish to reflect on them in private.
First, do you believe all the citizens of Palestine are guilty for what Hamas has done? If so, I might ask you why collective punishment was outlawed under the Geneva convention.
Second, why did the Israeli government need to make up a story about 40 beheaded babies, and why is that now debunked story worth so much more than the babies that have been killed by bombs or starved to death in Gaza now?
Third, why might the people of Gaza support Hamas? Even if you believe every single Palestinian does, why would such an awful terrorist group be so popular? Do you believe it is because they are just savages, frothing at the mouth to kill Jews and queers?
Fourth, what justifies the Nakba of the last century, the killing and displacement of 750,000 people?
Fifth, what of the documented cases going back decades of Israeli soldiers killing journalists, medics, and peaceful protesters, including non-Palestinians like Rachel Corrie? Why do you think she protested so vehemently?
Sixth, if you believe Israel has the right to reclaim the homeland of two thousand years ago, do you believe Native Americans have the right to violently take the land of the USA?
Finally, why do you think the Israeli organization Breaking the Silence exists, and what do their testimonies mean to you?
I see you enjoy Percy Jackson; those books were very dear to my heart when I was younger, specifically the messaging of compassion for others and standing up against unjust systems. There is no angry message that anyone could send that will make you change your mind, but I hope this, sent in good faith, might help you at least reflect.
Imma answer out of order, going from stuff that's related to the war, to stuff related to the conflict, to stuff pretty unrelated
Hey, I'm sure you've been inundated with hateful messages since a fairly large blog pointed you out as a proud zionist.
So that's what happened! that explains it, thanks
First, do you believe all the citizens of Palestine are guilty for what Hamas has done?
I guess you mean the civilian population as Hamas never declared independence. I do not consider them all guilty, but I consider many responsible, so let's break it down:
Guilty: any hamas memeber, any person who helps hamas (funds, weapon stashes, kindapee holding) and any person who volunteers or sends volunteers or incourage volunteers to serve as human sheidls. all of them are directly guilty
Responsable: reponsable is those who could have responded but don't. those who had information about the war and didn't share it with Israel, anybody who knows the location of kidnappees, terrorists or weapon stashes, etc.
The remaining, mostly children, are neither guilty nor responsible, and I am sorry they are in the crossfire. I wish hamas surrenders soon, but I am not very hopeful
why collective punishment was outlawed under the Geneva convention
collective punishment is outlawed because hurting those who aren't guilty is not okay, any child can tell you that. but this war isn't collective punishment. on the contrary: hamas members use the immence humanitarian support for the civilian population in gaza to remain afloat.
Second, why did the Israeli government need to make up a story about 40 beheaded babies
let's begin by saying that many babies were brutally murdered on Oct. 7, just so nobody gets any ideas
beheading specifically? well see, I was one of the people talking about the beheaded babies, so while I can't speak for my government, I can speak for myself
This was at a time things were pretty uncertain, and It wasn't clear what had and hadn't happened, and an esteemed journalist from abroad had made the claim, not the government, who only defended it. It felt like the horrors we saw were denied before we even got the moment to mourn for them. this is one of the few times in this war that Israel had shared false information, so I can see how one might get caught up on it, but this is 1 detail which was wrong, a few days after the horrific massecare.
babies that have been killed by bombs or starved to death in Gaza now?
I didn't see any proof for starvation, though I wouldn't be very surprised (even though gaza now gets almost twice as many humanitarian aid as it did on Oct. 6, much of the support goes to hamas, so maybe it did happen). About the bombs? I am not very glad about gazan babies and children dying by bomb strikes, but with all due respect, I prefer that the soliders we send into gaza stay alive than gazan children, so if a trapped house with a hamas base and a few children is standing, I prefer we bomb it than risk the lives of our soliders. you may disagree, that's an opinion, but I have friends in gaza at the moment, and I cannot go to another funeral, my heart has had enough
Third, why might the people of Gaza support Hamas? ... why would such an awful terrorist group be so popular?
For the same reason the rest of the arab world and some of the western world does: they kill jews. every time hamas does a terror attack, it's value in the polls skyrockets all over the middle east. they like to see dead jews. I genuinly wonder what other reason could it be in your mind? hamas and groups like it operated from before 1948, they are terrible for every infrastructure and chance for peace one might ever wish for, they call for the creation of a palestinian state on the entire land west of the jordan river, and for an Islamic caliphate, if you belive it's about land you understoon nothing
Even if you believe every single Palestinian does
Well, here is a poll from after Oct. 7
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tell me yourself
Do you believe it is because they are just savages, frothing at the mouth to kill Jews and queers?
I do not think of them as savages, (hamas are worse than that, the rest are just misled by an awful culture that's filled to the brim with fundamental islamism), but yes, absolutly, they like hamas because they kill jews. they prefer them to fatah because fatah dares to talk with Israel. they support terrorist attacks, by the majority, they share candies when jews are slaughtered, yes, they like hamas because it is the main palestinian group killing jews.
Finally, why do you think the Israeli organization Breaking the Silence exists, and what do their testimonies mean to you?
This is the easiest question you could have given me, thank you. BTS, the extreme-left organization that supposedly devotes themselves to testemonies about IDF misconduct, are cowards.
I have seen their testemonies, and I have reviewd their cases, and I have 2 problems with them:
they generalize specific cases. one of their favorite stories is the story of how once a few soliders (I think in Hebron) were on duty on the time of the world cup, so they evacuated a family from their house for that day, confiscated their TV, and watched the game, what they tell you is that it's a common occourance, what they don't tell you is that It happened once, and the soliders were heavily (though not heavily enough) punished
they prefer to act as social justice warriors than doing the hard work. BTS has dozens of cases of solider misconduct, but many of them has never seen a court, military court or general court. they gather a bunch of evidence, and instead of acting as an increadible organization that keeps the sanctity of the weapon and take misbehaving soliders to court, they exagurate and publish those stories abroad, to get a pat on the back, give bs for antisemites to spew, and leave the soliders out in public. Instead of making both palestinians and israelis secure (because I don't want the guy who thought he can take sombody's home to watch the world cup to walk with me on the street either), they prefer getting a bit of praise from the enemies of the country and leave things be
>Sixth, if you believe Israel has the right to reclaim the homeland of two thousand years ago, do you believe Native Americans have the right to violently take the land of the USA?
That is less like '48 and more like the bar-cokhva revolt... there is an empire there and not an ungoverened body, the violence comes from the people and not the colonising force etc. but let's answer this quesiton anyway because of all of your questions, this one made me think the most
Yes and no. If the first people of the american continent wanted to reastablish governence they never had over empty streaches of land to have it, this is insane. But if the first people organized in a movement to reclaim some of the USA and establish independent states where they once lived, and at first tried a peaceful solution for years, I think I'd support their struggle, yes. That said, it would be suicidal. the time we tried to do something simmilar (the bar cochva revolt) it ended in 2000 years of diasporah, so while I'd support the cause, I'd not support a war against nuclear america, and neither would I support giving back times square or D.C, a settlement would have to be reached. I think many americans would support it as well, particularly from the left
Fourth, what justifies the Nakba of the last century, the killing and displacement of 750,000 people?
I think you were lied to about the nakba... the "nakba" is the event in which right after the establishment of Israel (the day after) a war broke out with 7 arab armies attacked the newform state. in this war, the arab leaders of the time told many arabs in the area to evacuate and return after the war is done and there are no more jews in Israel. in the mixed cities fights broke out, and the army that got there first expelled the population they didn't support (Hadera went jewish, Hebron went arab). lastly, a few (though very few) operations under plan D got arab out of their homes. remember: the jews in the entire arab world, including judea and sameria, got the same treatment, often worse. now for those so called "refugees" (calling the decendent of a person fleeing from a war he started and getting a foriegn ID or returning to live in the same land under a different governance "refugee" is absurd. by that defenition I am a judean-polish-czechoslovakian refugee, even though I was born here) that UNRWA talks about now? they don't have "a right to return" any more than a roman or greek person does. the latest coloniser thinks they can get special treatment. for their property? they can get compensation once the entirety of europe and MENA gives Israel the tens of bilions of dollars worth of property that was stolen from them in '39 and '48.
Fifth, what of the documented cases going back decades of Israeli soldiers killing journalists, medics
I have seen none, I have seen, many, MANY, cases though, of "medics" and "journalists" with guns and suicide bombers.
and peaceful protestors
whats peaceful to you? throwing rocks at soliders? many die from these attacks each year. crossing the border? that would get you arrested or killed in any country except in europe
Rachel Corrie
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Well, I am sorry that she died, there certainly was a better way to deal with the situation. The supreme court of israel (which is very left leaning) determined that her actions constituded an act of war and such the soliders are not guilty. I disagree, but you cannot pretend like this is either A. a common occourance or B. a clear case of non-violent proccess. her actions were, and I quote the surprmeme court:
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I see you enjoy Percy Jackson; those books were very dear to my heart when I was younger, specifically the messaging of compassion for others and standing up against unjust systems.
Well, I see percy jackson as more about acceptance and breaking cycles of violence, but idk. I do think we should stand up against bad systems, and believe me, I could fill a book with the troubles that I have with the IDF. it often puts things under the rug, sacrafices Israeli lives to look better, and many other problems, but I don't think it is unjust. on the contrary, I think any army in the world, and epecially the US's one, would have flattned gaza on the 8th. the IDF is the most moral army in the world (it is the only one even trying)
Hope you agree with me, and even if you don't, how did you say? "I hope this, sent in good faith, might help you at least reflect"
This is the first civil ask I got since, I think, december. thank you for being civil
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clubxkitten · 1 year
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I virtually never post or ask questions. And if I do it's anon cause I don't like attention. But I'll do this just to say I am so sorry you have to deal with freaks like that oh my word! I'm not really one to go on the offensive, but they had some serious issues to talk to another human like that. Insecure, immature, lacking common decency, or all the above.
Not that you need me to tell you, but don't let them get to you! Very understandable to remove turn off anon. Either way, your blog is fun and you seem very much respectful! Hope you are doing well!
Thank you for reaching out to let me know <3
I really don't WANT to have to turn anon off so often. In case I made it seem otherwise to those who aren't complete asshats, I do actually enjoy a lot of the anon asks I get. But I also really don't want to leave the door open for unwanted attention cause they're not worth getting mad over so I'm not interested in giving them the power to do that at all. The way they shut up when I take that away says a lot.
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patrophthia · 4 months
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mini skirt | theodore nott
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pairing: theodore nott x reader
wc: 3.5k
genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am
smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing
summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.
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Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.
There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"
Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."
"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"
He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"
You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.
"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."
And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"
"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.
Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."
"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."
His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.
But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.
You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"
His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."
You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."
"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.
"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"
Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."
You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."
"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."
There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"
"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."
It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.
Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.
"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"
"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.
Fuck, Blaise was not lying.
In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"
"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."
It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"
"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."
His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.
He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.
He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"
You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"
And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."
"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."
His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."
Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.
It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.
"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"
Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"
You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"
You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"
Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”
“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”
Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”
Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."
You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.
"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.
Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.
Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."
"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"
"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.
You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.
His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.
Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.
Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."
Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."
And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.
"Hey, I liked those!"
"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."
You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."
"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."
" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."
"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."
" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."
Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.
"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."
The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."
"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."
You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”
“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."
And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”
“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”
“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”
“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.
"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"
You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"
“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”
You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"
"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."
Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.
Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.
Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"
Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"
"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."
"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.
"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."
Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."
"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.
"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.
"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"
"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."
"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"
Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.
"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."
Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"
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— from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me 😡
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yzashaven · 2 months
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𝐁𝐄𝐓 !
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꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ billionaire!scaramouche x reader
꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw content. reader gambling in a casino. rough sex. creampie. squirting. literally not proofread at all </3
꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ betting dollars upon dollars with a billionaire. surely a good idea! ...right?
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄— i'm gonna need you all to forgive me for being away for a whole month and coming back with a half-assed fic </3 it's been really tiring but i'm doing okay! (for now)... i really do hope that you all enjoy this even though my writing is honestly a bit rusty now that i haven't written a single sentence in the month's long "break" i took. i love you all, thank you so so much for 1.5k !! 🤍 + thoughts on this new layout? :3
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he was just another run-of-the-mill billionaire hanging out at casinos, local and private, for the ordinary people and the rich. you just so happen to be a regular at a specific casino and bar called the 'devil's temptation'. you spend a few hours of your day there every week or so, taking home stacks of your winnings home each time you go.
you were quite well known by the other regulars as a money magnet of sorts due to your high win rate whichever game you play, especially poker. your night was going on normally as per usual, well, until a man approached you.
"care for a game or two, pretty lady?"
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"royal flush." yet another easy win on your part. you smiled at the man softly as you layed down your hand. he simply chuckles and looks at you lustfully, "huh, well played, indeed. though, why don't you say we make a... different type of bet this time?" he's being quite vague, you raise an eyebrow at him, "do you mind elaborating?"
a smirk from him as a reply, "accompany me to my mansion for the night, then you'll see." hesitant yet curious, you agreed. but how in hell would you have thought the said bet would end up with you getting fucked by the man named scaramouche?
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"fuck...!" a loud whimper rips through your throat at the way he thrusted in and out of your sensitive cunt, you tried your hardest not to cum. after all, that was your deal, if he came first, he'd give up over a million dollars to you in the form of a cheque. but if you were to cum first, you'd be his, body, heart, and soul.
your upper body had already surrendered to him as your face was buried in a pillow, your torso flat on the fine silk sheets of his bed. your elbows failed in keeping you held up as he fucked you relentlessly—hard, deep, and fast.
"c'me on, don't you wanna cum around my cock, baby?" he insists and brings his hand over to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing at its' softness and using his fingers to tease your nipples. you nod, to answer his question. but of course you didn't, you wanted to win the bet. who would refuse a large amount of money?
...but maybe you'll have another chance at such an offer.
your body couldn't take any more. you bit the soft pillow in front of you to muffle out the lewd moan you mewled out as your body shivered intensely at the euphoric feeling that hit you hard like a truck.
a dark chuckle from behind, "guess you're mine now, yeah?" he whispers before pulling out all the way, only to slam back inside to earn yet another symphony of moans straight from your drooling lips. his own mouth latches onto your neck to kiss, lick, and even bite at the flesh, leaving marks all over from the area of your neck to your shoulder.
his hand trails further down to pinch at your clit, causing you to scream out his name in extreme ecstasy, squirting as you completely dampen the sheets—all the while he began to shoot ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of your pussy, reaching your womb.
not even a minute to calm down from your highs, he was already repositioning the two of you. firm grips from his hands laying you on your back and manhandling you right where he wanted you to be. a delicious mating press. it didn't take long for him to slide back into your warmth.
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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months
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I saw those pictures of Lando being all smiley while on a gurney at the hospital. I guess some fans were saying he looks high off pain killers lol. Wondering if you could write something where he falls for the nurse or doctor that was taking care of him at the hospital. I love your writing btw! You’re one of my favorite F1 accounts.
A/N: Um yes this one is for my medical girlies
"You're pretty," The boy or man giggles in front of you as the medics wheel him through the hospital halls. "Thank you, but really, you should answer my question. Name?" You repeat again trying to get his A&O down properly.
"Lando Norris, if you want that can be your name too." He giggles again and you just smile politely, used to people flirting with you or making passes. But the slightly older man beside your patient groans. "Lando, stop." He pats the boy's shoulder and mouths I'm sorry.
"Mr. Norris, do you know where you are?" "Vegasssss babbyyyy!" You bite down your lip hard trying to resist the urge to laugh. "And the date or time?" You ask. "It's November the 19th, just had my 24th birthday." He giggles and reaches out for you, but his companion slaps his hand down.
"Jesus, Lando. Sorry, they have him some pain meds for the crash." "The crash? Oh, right sorry you're one of the Formula 1 drivers." You didn't pay much mind to the news, only the increased traffic and the fuss everyone was making about this sport.
"Yeah, he drives for Mclaren. I swear he normally isn't like this. He's goofy sure, but it's the pain meds." You nod, understanding that the lack of sleep along with the crash and the meds has messed him up in some way. "It's okay, he's just here mainly for observation and to make sure his injuries aren't worse." You smile and the guy relaxes as Lando giggles.
"Lando, smile." Lando looks up, hair wild, eyes sunken and smiles this smile that has you staring for a second and look away blushing. Shaking your head you roll him into a private room, as his companion, named Jon asked you. He said some fans get a little, but you waved him off saying you've dealt with some famous people before, it is Vegas.
Smiling you were left in charge of Lando and making sure he didn't fall asleep. Jon was walking in and out, making phone calls and updating the team in his condition. "Any pain?" Lando groans, adjusting himself as the pain meds wore off, a blanket covering his naked chest.
His fireproof shirt, you learned the name was a casualty in making sure he didn't break any bones. "Just achy, um hey," You look up and try to control the blush as he did have pretty eyes. "Sorry about earlier." You smile softly and fix teh blanket tucking it in. "It's okay, it happens." You wave him off and mark his vital signs.
"I'm sure, you're very pretty." You stop writing and look up, his face was serious with a faint smile. "Hey good new, the Doc says we can go." Jon steps into the room and you two break eye contact smiling as you finish up your document.
"It was nice meeting you Mr. Norris, Jon." You leave the room heading to the nurses station and making your rounds on your other patients. "Oh, hey um," You turn seeing Lando as he tries to find your name. "Y/n," You fill in and he laughs, softly smiling. Wearing a much to large jacket and the rest of his race suit hanging off his waist.
"I wanted to ask you, if you'd like to go on a date?" You stop, and see your coworkers giggle and make kissy faces. "Oh, sorry I don't date patients." Lando just smiles and shrugs his shoulders. "Good thing I'm no longer a patient. This is my number. I hope you call." Lando smiles and you.
Watching him walk out of the hospital you smile seeing his scribble and put it in your pocket.
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angrythingstarlight · 2 months
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Okay, i know this isn't possible, but what if a careless parent accidently take little Bee home with them because his child dressed up similarly. I know it's so impossible cause she has bodyguards and amazing confidence to scream the house down, but like in this hypothetical situation, what could happen
I can't give an in-depth answer because I don't want to spoil the Ransom plotline. I will say that Bucky would immediately get his baby back. Immediately. Within the hour. The hapless parent better hope Malyshka is with Bucky when he comes to get his baby.
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee
WC: Drabble.
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In all fairness, two teddy bear suit-wearing toddlers were dressed alike, it didn't help they were just going with the flow when a distracted Abelli gets them mixed up.
They wave at each other as she picks up Bee and walks out of the classroom.
Bucky misses her by two minutes. His world crumbles at his feet. All because of two minutes.
Bucky's chest feels as if it's going to cave in from the sheer amount of stress and fear building around him.
Somewhere across town, Bee is in an escalade, sleeping with Mr. Tato under her arm. Bucky is threatening the staff at her expensive school. No one has answers fir his very simple question. Where is she?
Bee wakes up, happy after finding a crayon under her leg and an unopened bag of veggie straws next to her.
Bucky calls in every enforcer, soldier, and contact he has. Worry sharpening his voice. Thoughts racing. What ifs piling up.
Bucky has no idea she's dancing to a song on the radio. Or that Bee just asked Mrs. Abelli if she can talk to her mama cause she has "two secrets to tell her".
Mrs. Abelli almost crashed her car when she looked in the rear view mirror.
Bucky's men are all around the city all with orders to bring his baby home. No one wants to let him down. They won't.
Mrs. Abelli tries not to panic as she calls her husband to let him that she has the boss's daughter in her backseat.
Bucky doesn't say anything when he gets the call that Bee is safe. Doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Every part of him grinds to a halt, processing her words.
She has his daughter. Accident. Didn't notice. Sorry. Mr. Barnes I, I'm sorry. She's here.
The stuttering Mrs. Abelli prays to every deity she knows that you're the one that's picking Bee up. She's not so lucky. You're at her front door. In less than ten minutes. So is your husband. He's standing behind you, his face etched with a cold, detached fury that's paralyzing to everyone around him.
Except Bee who's bouncing to her mama to show her the drawing she made while waiting. She doesn't understand why you're crying but she loves the extra tight hug and all the kisses you're planting on her rounded cheeks. The soft sound of her giggles breaks Bucky out of his stupor and keeps him from advancing on the Abellis.
He promises to talk with them in private.
The implication doesn't need to be put in words.
You reassure them that they'll be fine, you understand it was an honest mistake. Doesn't take away the fear lingering in your veins like a bad hangover. But you understand.
Later you make him promise that he won't do anything to them. He swears he won't. Neither of you believe him. You'll try again. Later. When he's not so frantic, scrambling for purchase that's out of reach.
That pressure in his chest releases like a broken dam when he takes Bee from your arms. He's holding her too tight. He knows. He can't let go. He can breathe. She's safe. She's safe. She's safe and he can finally breathe. He doesn't let her go for hours. She doesn't mind. Being held by her Papa is one of her favorite things in this world. Even she has to wiggle an arm loose.
She doesn't go back to school for nearly a month. Instead splitting her time between her office and his. While Bee basks in the extra attention, Bucky finds it hard to let go of the fear that creeps up, drowning him when she's out of sight for too long.
He keeps his word about the Abellis. But he made it clear that if anything ever happened again, he wouldn't be so forgiving.
It's a shame Ransom didn't listen when he was cautioned against going after Bumblebee and her mama.
Unfortunately for them, when he gets his hands on them it won't be an accident.
And Bucky might not get so lucky the second time around. He might not get a second chance next time.
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duc-kie · 23 days
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Could you write about Lando after his p2 in Singapore and he goes full dominative on you? Maybe that you went out before with Carlos and a couple of the other drivers to celebrate the Singapore podium and you have been teasing him the whole night and he’s completely done with it?
Okay I know I took a really long time to answer and I’m genuinely sorry. I’ve been going feral over the video below. It also inspired me to make this blurb🤭
This looked better in my head tbh. Written it just feels really random and idk. Still hope you like it though!
THE FINGERS, THE RING, THE GENTLENESS, JUST HIM IN GENERAL
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You were enjoying yourself on the dance floor with some of your friends, while your boyfriend Lando was celebrating his podium with some fellow drivers. This whole night has been crazy, full of sexual tension and teasing touches between the two of you.
You've been craving Lando the whole day. All you wanted was his touch all over you and he knew it. You tried to seduce him but he wouldn't give in, so you decided to wear the sexiest dress you own to the after party for his Singapore P2 finish.
His eyes widened when you arrived with your girlfriends. You enjoyed a few drinks and were quite tipsy and consequently even hornier so you made your way to the table where Lando and his friends were chatting and having drinks. You greeted them all before sitting on Lando's lap and taking a sip of his whiskey. Licking your lips, you leaned down to kiss him.
When you started moving your hips and rubbing yourself against his already semi hard dick he had enough. He excused you both and basically dragged you to a just slightly more private corner and pinned you against the wall. His knee found it’s way between your legs, pressing on the spot where you’ve been craving his touch for a while. "You still wanna play games?" he asked wrapping a hand around your neck. "but what about all the people Lando?" you asked looking around to see if anyone is looking at you. "you didn't seem to care before, did you?" he asked and before you could answer he shoved his tongue down your throat.
You couldn't help but start grinding on his knee that was still between your thighs. letting our quiet moans.
You pulled away from the kiss catching your breath and looking around wondering how many people are watching you. he grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him telling you to keep your eyes on him. "these people are too drunk to care what we're doing, don’t worry" he reassured you before taking your hand and leading you through the crowd to the VIP area.
There was no one there so you felt slightly more at ease. Lando didn’t waste any time and quickly continued what you started. Pinned against the wall you felt his fingers drag your panties down your legs. He took them off and stuck them in his pocket.
His lips then quickly found their way to your neck. He knew where all your sweet spots were and he made sure he left a mark on every single one. Moans and needy whimpers left your lips from the wet and warm feeling on your neck. Your hands made their way up his arms to play with his hair.
Lando reached down to gently rub your clit, soaking his fingers in your pre-cum. "mmm so wet" he quietly murmured into your neck. "Lando please" you moaned out, desperate to have his fingers shoved deep inside you. "what do you want princess, use your words." he encouraged you, continuing to rub your pussy painfully slowly.
"I want you to finger fuck me" you said, adding a "please". That wasn't enough for him though. "beg for it" he said looking straight into your eyes. You were so desperate for at least just a little more friction in your sensitive areas, words and pleads just spilled out of you. When you were practically on your knees begging, Lando was finally satisfied.
He stopped rubbing your clit for just a minute to quickly taste you on his fingertips, humming in satisfaction. A finger quickly found it’s way into your pussy, and he was quick to add another one. They slid in with ease since you were so wet you were practically dripping on the floor from the buildup of desperation throughout the whole day.
You were clenching around his fingers, chasing release. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high and spill cum all over his soft fingers. Moaning his name you grabbed his shoulders for support, nearly collapsing. While you were trying to catch your breath he shoved a finger into your mouth expecting you to suck it clean, and you obviously obeyed.
After you regained balance he walked you out of the bar. Your cheeks were extremely red walking through the crowd of people that probably saw everything, not to mention you were in a really short dress without panties underneath.
You can probably imagine how the rest of your night went after you came home.
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oharaslover · 4 months
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crazy scientist!miguel smut and you’re his experiment 👀
(i mixed the request with ‘stressed out miguel accidentally overdosed himself with the spider injection thing and calls for spider readers help.’ so i hope you both don’t mind :p)
greatest accomplishment
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pairing: miguel o’hara x spider!fem reader
contents: substance abuse (?), smut, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, unprotected p in v, ice play, mirror sex, spanking, biting, web bondage, male masturbation, fingering (sorry if i missed anything 🫣)
author’s note: thank you for being so patient, i hope you enjoy <33
word count: 3.9K+
You were what Miguel considered his greatest achievement and his greatest failure. during his time at Alchemax, he'd worked on several human trials with few of them showing any signs of success. At most, he managed to regenerate lost limbs but the achievement still felt little to what he believed he could do. that was, until you showed up at Alchemax with glossy eyes and anticipation.
You had been used as a weapon in private government affairs until eventually the operation shut down. While everybody involved had some kind of direction in their life, you didn't know that anything existed beyond fighting or living to serve the purpose of someone else. You'd signed up for the human trials that Alchemax was offering, being aware of all the stakes at hand, in hopes of being able to lead a normal life.
"So, you basically have spider-like abilities that are in the control of someone else and you want me to change your DNA?" Miguel asked, pushing his glasses back up as he looked up at you from the clipboard. "Well, I know that ai can't really get rid of the powers, but I was hoping that maybe you could help make them my own. because even as we're sitting here, I still feel that urge to need to protect," you responded, hoping that he'd be a little sympathetic towards your situation.
While Miguel didn't feel anything towards your situation, he did feel a thrill of doing something more than regenerating lost limbs. He didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt towards using you to fulfill his personal desires. "Alright, well I can't really promise that the operation's going to be successful. Are you okay with those odds?" He inquired before the two of you got started, calling in a nurse to take your vitals and do your blood work. "Sounds good."
The operation had gone successfully, much to Miguel’s disbelief and he felt that thrill rushing towards him again. The excitement of being a geneticist once more. You enveloped your arms around him, your superhuman strength threatening to pop his eyes out of the sockets.
"Thank you," you whispered, though you felt the words couldn't convey how grateful you were at the opportunity Miguel had given you. He tapped on your arm, forcing you to let him go before he fixed up his jacket. "Thank you," he muttered after you left, completely fascinated as he looked through your file.
A couple of years had passed when you got a phone call from a strange number, excitement coursing through your veins as you answered. Though you'd had the desire to live out a civilian life, a part of you would always long for being able to use your abilities. "Hello?" You asked, hearing someone's breath on the other side. "It's Miguel, I'm not too sure if you remember me. Can you meet me at my place? I'll send you the details," he spoke quickly before he hung up, leaving you confused as you looked down at your phone.
You opened the door to miguel's penthouse, noticing that the curtains were all pulled to darken up the room. You sat down on the couch, deciding to wait for him to come out to talk. "Would you like a glass of water?" A yellow hued hologram woman appeared in front of you, pushing her heart shaped glasses up her nose. "No, but thank you," you responded, watching her as she faded away. You looked up when Miguel came into view, sweatpants hanging low on his waist.
"Sorry, I know you wanted to escape fighting when you came to see me last time but I'm starting up this society for spider people," he spoke up, sitting on the couch next to you. "Spider people? Does that include you?" You inquired, looking over at him as you noticed how much he changed throughout the years. He'd bulked up immensely, his biceps almost the size of your head and his eyes almost had a red hue to it. "It does, but that's not the point here. I'm asking if you want to help me," he responded, keeping eye contact with you.
You'd felt immensely grateful towards Miguel for allowing you to take control of your life once more so you'd agreed on joining him. Despite the fact that Miguel seemed to easily irritated, he helped you out in using your abilities for good this time around. While you were skilled at harnessing your abilities, you'd only used them to inflict pain on others. He helped you establish a good workout routine without pushing you too hard past your limitations.
The days had started to blend together for Miguel, losing all concept of time. Anomaly reports hadn't stopped coming in and spiders were currently working on overtime to be able to control the damage. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the monitors, dark circles under his eyes with only coffee to fuel his body. He grabbed his mug from the table, filling it up with some coffee he'd made three days ago? Maybe four. The cold coffee provided no taste as he sipped it, but it did provide him with the caffeine rush he needed.
His eyes drifted over to the collection of empty vials he had on the corner of his desk, having used most of the drug he'd created throughout this week. He deactivated the shoulder part of his suit, the green liquid providing him with the strength that he needed to continue staying up. His eyes strained as he returned his attention back to the monitor, the brightness hurting his dry eyes.
As the anomaly reports started to die down, he overheard through some of the speakers at the society about what the spiders were planning to do after work. He turned on the cameras, instantly spotting you talking to one of the spider-women and decided to listen in on the conversation. He felt his right eye start to twitch and his fist clench up as he heard you mention going out on a date tonight, immediately turning off the camera.
He grabbed the monitor like he wanted to crucify it for your actions, tossing it on the ground as he stomped on it. "You know, half our budget goes to replacing shit you break. Soon enough, we'll just be working with broken computers," LYLA spoke up, appearing in front of him as she folded her arms. "Like we'll ever go bankrupt," he mumbled, picking up the scraps of the monitor. "What's got you all pissed off now?"
Miguel ignored LYLA, eyeing the last bit of the serum that he had left. He was starting to feel his body want to submit to humanly desires such as sleeping and eating, but he genuinely believed that he didn't have any time to spare towards those things. He grabbed the last vial and headed toward the chemical lab at HQ, looking over what he could mix it with. He wanted to make the mixture more potent, something that would keep him up and keep him strong for a long time.
He mixed a couple of chemicals that looked like they would work, the mixture turning a bright purple. Normally, he would've been more cautious about mixing things he wasn't sure of but he felt like a junkie desperate to have his next fix. He deactivated the shoulder part of his suit once more, injecting himself with the strange liquid. He was expecting to feel that instant bit of relief like he did with the original serum, but he didn't feel like it did anything. Miguel let out a loud scream, pissed off at himself for messing up the mixture so much that it didn't have any effect.
A couple minutes later passed by when he felt sweat dribbling on his forehead though the temperature in the room had seemed to drop a couple degrees. He gripped the corner of the table as he coughed, his body rejecting the modified version of the serum. His head began pounding and suddenly, everything was too bright and everything was too loud. He hastily opened up a portal to his house, unwilling to stay at HQ where anybody would just come in and find him in that state.
He laid down on the ground as he stepped out of the portal, bile building up in the back of his throat. He brought his hand closer to his face, the limb feeling like deadweight as he scrolled through his watch. He texted you to meet him at his house urgently, his text morphing into one word. He knew that you were out on your date even in his drug-infused state, but he wanted you to pick him instead of your stupid date. He told himself that allowing you to work on the antidote would provide you with experience your college wouldn't give you, but he just wanted your company.
Miguel’s lids were starting to shut when you arrived at his house and you shook him awake, helping him up to his feet. "Stay awake for me, please," you spoke softly, seeing the pained expression on his face as you helped him to the couch. He pointed to a couple empty flasks with labels on them and you rushed to get them so you'd have an idea of what you needed for the antidote. "I'll lead you the lab," his speech slurred as he talked and you had to offer him some kind of support as you walked with him.
"What are you doing here, anyways? Thought you had a date," he mumbled, his brows furrowed as he unlocked the door. "He didn't show up," you simply said, walking with him inside as you looked over at the multiple shelves filled with chemicals. Truth was, you'd cancelled on the date because you didn't think it would make you happy. You weren't sure when, but in the midst of all the gratitude you felt towards Miguel, you'd started to catch some feelings for him. He was easy to like despite his attitude, he was protective of those he cared about and would do anything for them.
"You could've called one of the more experienced spiders for this, so why'd you call me?" You inquired as you read over the labels on the flasks. "I wanted you to be here. Plus, i figured you'd get some hands on experience," he responded, his speech still coming up garbled. You mixed up a concoction of chemicals, whispering a silent prayer that it would work as the colors began to blend together.
You injected the drug into miguel's shoulder, still exposed from the last batch he'd taken as you watched intently for any more adverse reactions. You watched as his body slumped with relief, the color returning back to his face as his eyes opened. "Thank you," he muttered, standing up from his chair. You nodded, picking up your jacket as you got ready to leave. "Don't go yet, I still have some ways to express my gratitude towards you."
You were unsure of what he meant by that but when you turned around, his lips were already on yours. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll drop it. We can go back to just being coworkers," he mumbled, pulling back slightly to give you enough space to leave if you wanted to. You stayed in your place, wrapping your arms around his neck as you returned the hasty kisses he was giving you. His lips enveloped yours in a thirsty way, almost like he needed this to live. It morphed into a clash of teeth and tongue as he explored every inch of your mouth, letting out a soft moan at the taste.
He picked you up, placing you on one the lab tables before restricting all movement with his webs. Though he knew that you could easily break through them, he found himself needing to be in control of the situation. He glanced over at the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, getting a bucket of ice before placing it to the side. His talons unsheathed and in one swift motion, he'd ripped the dress you were wearing in half. The tattered pieces scattered to the ground, leaving you in just your lingerie at his mercy.
He held one of the ice cubes between his front teeth, dragging it across your skin as he made his way down from your neck. He loved seeing the way your body fidgeted under the cold substance, his tongue lapping up the small water droplets. Your nipples hardened as he rubbed the ice cube on them, his tongue swirling against your areola. You whined at him to keep going but he pulled back, stopping his movements. You were nervous that you'd scared him off but he tore your panties off, shoving them in your mouth.
"Don't think for a second that this is for you. It's all for me, understood?" He told you, his hand resting on your thigh as he spoke. You nodded rapidly, arousal leaking to the lab table as you waited for his next movements. He brought the ice cube back to your breasts, the difference in temperature between his tongue and ice cube having you shiver. When the cube melted, he picked up another one and dragged it across to your pussy, swirling the cube on your clit. Your hips bucked up to get more of the sensation but your body couldn't help but want to squirm away at how good it felt.
The ice cube melted, the water droplets combining with your slick as it made a mess on the table. His tongue began to collect the slick on your folds, his eyes intently on yours. The small muffled whimpers that you were letting out spurred him to keep going, his tongue thrusting inside your pussy while your walls clenched around it. He let out a small moan as you released more slick, the taste of you threatening to take him over the edge. His fingers took place instead of his mouth as he kissed on your thigh, sucking on the skin to leave his mark behind.
You let out a muffled yelp as he bit down, the sting from his fangs overwhelming your senses. You couldn't help the arousal that leaked out of you at the sensation, the pain mixing in with the pleasure of having his fingers stretching you out. He moved his fingers in a scissoring action to stretch out your walls, his mouth still kissing your thigh. You heard some moaning coming from Miguel, looking down to see that his hand was tightly wrapped around his cock while precum leaked onto his palm.
Just the fact that he found getting you off as a turn on made your mind grow hazy, your toes curling as his mouth circled over your clit. His tongue swirled against it, his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot. He let out another moan, the vibration hitting your clit directly and you couldn't help but clench around him even more. His fingers were hardly moving with how hard you were gripping them, arousal coating them knuckle deep as his teeth gently pulled on your clit.
He looked up at you, desperation evident in his eyes despite the dominant presence he was putting on and your orgasm approached you quickly. You moaned into the cloth, the sound coming out muffled as your release coated his fingers completely. He took them out, his mouth closing around his fingers while he sucked them off. You looked down at his cock, the tip angry red as it dripped precum onto the glass floor of the lab.
Your head was tilted to the side, immediately at eye level with his cock while he reached down to take out the makeshift gag. You opened up your mouth, the tip of his cock inside of your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it. You collected the precum leaking out as he began to thrust his hips, using your mouth at his disposal. "Who would've known you liked to be treated like such a slut? Pinche puta," he spoke, his voice coming out with a small groan as your eyes watered when he pushed further inside of you.
Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take the length and girth of his cock but you felt tears forming at your waterline from the intrusion. His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you couldn't help but gag as your nose hit his pubic bone. "You're all good, don't worry. You're taking it so well. Esa boquita esta haciendo tan buen trabajo," he mumbled, feeling your tongue running down the sides of his cock. (that mouth is doing such a good job)
Your tongue traced the two veins running down the side of his cock, a small shiver running through Miguel’s body as he felt the sensations hitting him all at once. He grabbed the back of your head, thrusting into your mouth repeatedly as he took out the amounts of stress that had piling up out. The tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, your tongue brushing up against it with every thrust. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, a clear sign that his orgasm was approaching him rather quickly. The salty substance went down your throat in his final thrust, his eyes locked directly on yours as his chest heaved.
His talons worked on releasing you from the webs but before you had the chance to move, he picked you up and led you to the bathroom. You were bent over the counter, his cock slightly pressing up against your folds before he pushed it in one swift thrust. Your walls clenched up against his cock instinctively and he took a couple seconds to let himself bask in the feeling of you before he started moving.
He pressed your face against the mirror as he forced you to look at yourself while his cock stretched out your cunt, your knuckles turning ghost white from how hard you were gripping the counter. Your breath fogged up the mirror as he kept pushing inside of you, his cock reaching places that no one had ever had. His hands came to rest on your hips as he eased you in and out before one of them squeezed your ass. You yelped as you felt his hand strike your ass, the pain morphing into pleasure as he rubbed at the reddening skin.
You stood on your tippy toes as you tried to remain upright, your hands coming to grip his arms. "Look at what he's missing out on, then again, I don't think he could please you the same way I do," he murmured against your skin, bringing you up right as his mouth closed around the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit down, not hard enough for his fangs to release any of the venom but just hard enough to protrude your skin a bit. Your nails started digging into his skin as you felt him shift the angle a bit, his cock hitting you in all the right places.
One of his hands was on your breasts, tugging at the nipple as the other one played with your clit. He kept his gaze with you on the mirror, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath him and the way you couldn't keep eye contact for too long. Your pussy was gushing around his cock, allowing him to focus on giving you an angle that would provide pleasure, that would make you cum all over him. His fingers on your clit and as his mouth bit down on your shoulder, and you couldn't help the orgasm that washed out of you.
Your release formed a creamy ring at the base of his cock as he pushed deep into you, his thrusts becoming more sporadic and his moans becoming incoherent babbles. "Taking me so good, mami," he murmured, whispering other sweet nothings about how good your cunt was to him. He pulled out of you just in time, his cum dropping on the globes of your ass. He reached over, grabbing a piece of toilet paper to clean you off.
As he pulled his cock out of you, he couldn't help but look at you with a concerned expression. "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" He asked, taking note of your tear-stained cheeks and the bite marks all over you. "No, no. Don't worry about it," you responded, shooing him away so you could do your business. Truth be told, you'd never experimented having rough sex before but the idea of someone having an animalistic-like need towards you always enticed you.
You finished up in the bathroom, expecting to find Miguel ready for round two but he'd left the lab. You cleaned your slick off the table with a piece of toilet paper before heading up to the bedroom to check up on him. You opened the door, hearing his snores pouring over from the bed. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him and he had relaxed enough that sleep came easy to him. You left his house after getting dressed, not thinking too much about the encounter with him.
The day that you showed up at the office, you heard rumors circulating around that Miguel was more approachable to others. Though the marks he'd left on your skin had faded away due to your healing powers, the mark he left on you still lingered. You figured that he'd just used you for some stress relief so you didn't pursue anything with him. You walked to your desk, finding a cup of coffee with a note from Miguel sitting there but you refused to let yourself think about it too much.
A couple of days passed by and miguel continued to leave coffee cups before you showed up at work, leaving them with small notes. You figured he was thankful for the antidote so you pushed away the thoughts that made you a bit delusional, focusing on your work. You couldn't help but notice that even though he'd been more gentle with you, he'd gone back to his stoic personality with everyone else.
"If you didn't have any feelings for me, you could've just said so instead of ghosting me," he finally approached you one day, staring down at you coldly. "Excuse me?" You inquired, your brows contorted into an expression of confusion. "I thought that it was obvious that I liked you," he muttered and your eyes widened a bit. "No, I thought you were just thankful," you muttered, watching as he walked closer to you.
"I should've been more obvious given how clueless you are, but I'm telling you straight up that I like you," he spoke up, holding your hands in his. “Sorry I didn't take the hints you gave me," you responded, tilting your head to give him a small kiss on the lips. The kiss was nothing like last time, taking the time to enjoy each others presence rather than having the clash of tongues element to it. He walked with you to his office and just having you around as he looked at the monitors kept him from getting too stressed.
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l1tw1ck · 5 months
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finding out miguel's secret~
sub!bottom!ftm miguel x dom!top!spider!amab reader
cw: afab language, masturbating, daddy kink, voyeurism
You quietly enter Miguel's office after knocking a few times with no answer. The door was cracked open so you thought it'd be okay to enter without permission. That, or he's in some sort of trouble. You hop onto the ceiling and quietly crawl around the office, looking for him and any possible assailants. As you're searching, you can hear faint noises coming from Miguel's private break room. He doesn't take breaks with the rest of the spiders, who could blame him though. You crawl down the wall and press your ear against the door.
"Uh~" A moan. "It's all in, Daddy~"
Your cheeks rise in temperature. What's going on in there?
"Please– please call me a good boy..."
"Good boy."
Another moan.
That sounds an awful lot like your voice.
You slowly open the door and peak through the crack. It's Miguel sitting on a bed. He's naked and has a dildo inside him. And then...there's....a hologram? A hologram of you? It's watching him masturbate. You feel bad that he has to do this in front of a soulless digital copy of you.
You open the door all the way, startling Miguel. He looks at you in fear.
"I- I can explain-" He quickly covers himself with his hands.
"Please, enlighten me." You smirk, closing the door behind you. You walk over to him and move his hands away. You grab the base of the dildo and slowly thrust it in and out of him.
"I um- I gave Lyla a....a new skin...to mimic you-" He bites his lip, feeling even more pleasure just from having you in his presence.
"You're that shy? Couldn't even ask me out first?" You chuckle. "You don't deserve to be called a good boy."
Miguel blushes in embarrassment and arousal.
"But you know what you can do to earn it?"
Miguel shakes his head.
"Use your words, darling."
"What?" His voice is trembling. You didn't think you'd ever hear him sound like this.
"Show Daddy how you use your little toy." You let go of the dildo and step back.
Miguel bites down on his lip and slowly fucks himself with the toy, staring at you in the eyes as he does so. He's had lots of practice with Lyla. Speaking of which, she's already left the room. But the real thing is much different. The look in your eye is real, and it's hungry. His eyes trail down to your crotch. He wonders if you've masturbated to him too. His mind starts to wander as he starts to imagine that. Would you use toys too? Do you have a fleshlight that you imagine is him? He twitches at the thought of you roughly rutting into a pocket pussy while thinking of him. He hopes he'll be replacing it.
You decide to give him what he so clearly wants to see. You pull down your pants and then your boxers. Miguel immediately snaps out of it when he sees your cock. He swears in Spanish, you're bigger than he anticipated. He stares at it as you slowly stroke it, precum dribbling out of your slit. He speeds up the pace, roughly fucking himself with his dildo. He wishes he could suck you off.
"You're drooling, Miguel." You chuckle. "You want this?"
He nods rapidly. "I want it, Daddy– I want it in my mouth and- and in my pussy~" He's breathing heavily. "Please- please-" He gasps, squirting.
"Good boy."
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luveline · 5 months
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Girl pls pls write stripper reader and Spencer where she thinks he would never date her bc she’s a stripper and just a sprinkle of angst with lots of comforting fluff and Spencer reassuring
thank u for requesting! ♡ fem, 1.5k
cw mentioned past domestic/workplace abuse, unhealthy eating habits
Someone broke into my apartment. 9:14AM
Spencer reads the message under the table but forgoes discretion when he registers what it says and who it's from. He excuses himself from the round table, something he isn't even sure he's allowed to do, and hurries out onto the landing. 
You answer on the second dial. "Hey, did you see my text?" you ask. 
"Are you okay?" He squeezes his phone. 
"I'm not sure. I'm fine, but my lock is busted and the door won't stay shut." 
"Where are you?" 
If you're surprised that he's steamrolling, you don't show it. Spencer leaves work to meet you at the coffee shop you've chosen for refuge, your eyes tired, a small bag of your most important possessions hanging on a slumped shoulder. He hugs you straight away. 
"I'm fine," you say into his neck. 
He hugs you tighter. "That's good," he says, feeling useless, fingers stroking little paths into your shoulders. He pictured the worst from your text, and seeing you in person is the only true mitigator. You'll talk down bruises and black eyes —you have in the past. 
He pulls the story from you as you walk back to his apartment, shoulder to shoulder in the cold street. "It was open when I got home, the door, but I did what you asked me to." 
"You didn't go in?" he confirms proudly. 
"Not at first." 
"You really won't call the police?" 
"I texted you." 
Spencer takes the strap of your bag from you and throws it over his own. "I'm not that kind of cop. I'm not really a cop at all." 
"No, you're a fed, which is worse. The girls at work told me to stay away from you." You wipe under your eyes sluggishly. Sleep clings to you like a shadow trailing behind you, ever-present. 
He puts his hand behind your back, worried you'll fall up the steps to his apartment building. "They think I'll what, extort you?" 
You shake your head, something sad in the slow side to side. "Girls like me have no business around guys like you." 
"You probably get too much business from guys like me." 
You laugh, but you both know it's not what you meant. Spencers noticed it more and more lately, nothing so obvious until now, this dead set belief you hold that he's one type of person and you're another. He gets that your work isn't what you wanted for yourself when you were growing up. He knows it isn't easy, even on your 'good' nights. It takes a toll to be seen as you are, nothing left private. But you've always said you liked stripping as much as anyone should like their job. "It's a job," you'd said, having barely known him, tired and hungry, curled up on his couch with nowhere else to go. "Only the luckiest get to really enjoy work. S'why it's called work." 
He'd hoped, perhaps in a self-absorbed way, that  having more support might make you feel better about yourself; he wanted his friendship to give you some confidence, basically. Before you met Spencer there was no one else you could depend on. It's why you stayed working for a man who broke your wrist until Spencer weaselled his way into your life and made you a bed in his living room for the time it took to get you out. His credentials helped, of course, but you survived it because you're resilient. You're awesome. You've done everything you can with what you have and you don't think it's enough. 
You and Spencer take the elevator to his floor, and for the twenty seconds it takes to get there, you let your cheek rest on his shoulder. He's just about to drop his head on top of yours when the doors open, and the slice of quiet you'd both savoured slips like sand between his fingers. 
"I can go back and get some of your stuff," he offers, guiding you the short walk to his door. He passes you the key rather than struggle with the lock himself. 
Your hand shakes as you push down the handle. "There's nothing worth going back for." 
"Don't say that, you have all your clothes there, your couch. You have things. I'll take my car." 
"You hate driving." 
"I'd hate someone robbing you even more." 
"Robbing me again," you correct, holding the door for him. 
You didn't have anything worth the trouble, it seems. You keep your savings in a locked box hidden in the bathroom that they couldn't find, and though your apartment is clean and bigger than the one you lived in before Spencer met you, it's mostly empty. You don't have a TV, you're not a collector. They took the radio off of the refrigerator, your microwave oven, and a box of cosmetic jewellery worth chapel change. 
"But it's your stuff. You deserve to have stuff." Spencer drops your bag gently and his with less care by the door. 
"It's only until the locksmith can come tomorrow," you say with a yawn. "Let the junkies lavish in my stuff for the next twenty hours." 
"That's not a problem for you?" 
"I don't have the luxury of that being a problem for me, Spence. What am I supposed to do? The locksmith can't come–" 
"There are a hundred locksmiths." 
"Not that I can afford." You shrug out of your jacket. "Spence, listen to me. It's okay. I can't ask you to do that, anyways. You've done more than enough for me already," you say, sitting on the couch. You perch for a moment like you're trying to be polite until fatigue overtakes you, and you sink into the cushions with a relieved sigh. 
Spencer crosses the space between you and kneels by your feet to untie your shoelaces. 
"Don't do that," you mumble, hand over your mouth as a second yawn in as many minutes catches you. 
"Why not?" He slips your shoes off, letting his hand rest on your ankle. "Wanna watch that weird cooking show–" 
"Why aren't you at work?" 
He climbs onto the couch next to you, unafraid to sit shoulder to shoulder. "You were having an emergency." 
You rub your face with both hand. "I knew I shouldn't have called you. You can't just leave work because of me, Spencer, what if you get in trouble?" 
"Someone I care about needed my help, and Hotch understands that." Spencer puts on his big boy pants with a wince. "Do you get that?" 
"I don't really… I don't…" You falter. "We're never going to work. You'll never…" 
"I'll never what?" he asks insistently, voice lilting up with a little incredulity. He can't help it.
You refuse to answer, turning your face from his. 
Spencer knows what you're going to say. He's bad with girls but he's good at recognising human emotion; he sees the same insecurity in himself as he does in you. He knows the feeling. 
You're not right, is the thing. 
Spencer would kiss you if he thought that would change your mind. But tired as you are, angry with yourself, defeated, he knows it's not a good idea. He takes your hand instead, sewing your fingers together with a deliberate slowness. He brings his other hand to them and strokes the back of your index finger with his thumb, careful not to disrupt your press on nails. He knows they have a tendency to come off with too much pressure, and you're always losing your glue. 
"If they really need me to go, they'll call me. But I'm staying here." His thumb moves down to your knuckle. You have little calluses and cuts and bruises everywhere from dancing. He's seen the contusions that line your thighs on a semi permanent basis. "When was the last time you had something to eat?"
"Spencer," you murmur. 
"Let me take care of you, please," he says, hand curling around your wrist with extreme gentleness. "You need to eat. You need to sleep. Let me worry about everything else for once, I want to." 
You still don't look at him, but you sink down an inch at a time until your cheek is on his shoulder again, like it had been in the elevator. Hesitant, you wrap your arm around his stomach. 
"I'm so stupid," you say. 
He wonders if that's a placeholder for what you really want to say. You think so little of yourself sometimes, but it's like you've told him before. Not everyone has the luxury of enjoying their job. 
"You're amazing." Spencer feels like he's on fire everywhere that your skin touches him. Is he saying the right things? "You are. You're the only person who doesn't see that." 
"The only person here, maybe." 
"You should always be here, then. With me. That way I can remind you." 
You sound more like yourself when you answer, though tiredness lines every word, "Thank you, Spencer. I don't deserve you." 
"Yes, you do."
Spencer rubs your hand until you fall asleep, and then he buys you a new toaster oven on his phone, and an industrial security lock. He doesn't know what it'll take to convince you that you deserve him, you deserve better, but he's gonna try. 
He presses his cheek to your temple and focuses on the softness of your skin where it touches his.  
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churipu · 3 months
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Could you do a reaction of jjk men reacting to you not wanting to celebrate your birthday because it's too much work? Thank you ♥️♥️
JJK MEN + YOU NOT WANTING TO CELEBRATE YOUR BDAY
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featuring. geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro x reader
warnings. none
note. hello nonnie :D i've never actually thought of this omg, but i'm a little ecstatic to write this bcs as a person who has a love-hate with celebrating birthdays, i know how it feels sometimes. anyways, i hope you like this nonnie :(
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GETO SUGURU. geto never really liked party anyways, and during your first year together, the male asks you if you preferred private birthdays where it's just the two of you or a big birthday with everyone in it — so he could take note in the future, because the male took it into consideration that if you didn't like big and loud parties, and then he makes one for you; it would be uncomfortable for your side (when it's supposed to be the day you celebrate your birth).
"i don't like big parties, 's too much work to do." you answered him with a small smile.
and ever since then, he's kept in mind to never make big parties for you — both of your birthdays are celebrated only between you both. you would do it for him, and he'd do it for you.
just a small cake, a present, and the two of you. he needed nothing else but to be with you, it's the picture perfect birthday for him. and you thought so too.
"can we eat cake now?" you asked him, eyes gleaming.
geto chuckles and he took it as a job to cut you one — watching you eat the slice happily before cutting another slice for you, to which you always accept.
NANAMI KENTO. nanami has always knew that you loathed parties — from the way you act, and how you always try to stay away from parties or get-goings with a lot of people. and so when your first birthday with him as your boyfriend came around the corner, he planned a dinner for the both of you.
nanami bought a bouquet of flowers with your favorite flowers, an extra present (that he will have to find by observing and remembering about the things you have ever said to him), a cake, and princess treatment (not that he ever stops doing it anyways).
"happy birthday," he mumbles into your hair, pulling you closer and planting a kiss to your lips sloppily.
"thank you, kento." you giggled lightly, leaning your face into his shoulder, resting your head there for a bit.
you never question him about how he knows you don't like parties, and just kind of roll with it. because you loved it, people in the past, whether it being your friends or your parents — sometimes would throw big parties for you, and you never ended up enjoying your birthday at all. even if it was celebrated.
but with nanami? you've always managed to enjoy every birthday.
"here," he hands you a small velvet colored box, "i bought you something," he grabs your hand before opening the small box with one hand.
it was a silver colored ring, "kento," you call out to him, "that costs...a lot."
"i love you." he replies, sliding the ring into your finger — a small smile on his face. he brings your hand onto his lips, kissing it softly.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never thought of throwing parties in the first place anyways — he hates parties with random people all around. when your first birthday comes up, he got you a small cake and a present, that was about it really.
"'m sorry, it's all i got." he mumbles out, as much as he hates apologizing; at that moment he actually felt like a bad boyfriend to you — because it was your birthday, it didn't matter what he doesn't like, what if you liked big birthday parties?
"'ts okay, baby. i don't like parties, so this is perfect." you tell him with a small smile, "parties are too much work anyways."
god, watch him fall even harder for you after.
believe me when i said he actually tries to sing out the happy birthday song to you, but never make it to the end because he felt shy to do it so he always stops in the middle.
but just the thought of him doing that was enough for you, it's always a perfect birthday with him, really. just the two of you, having a little bit of cake before going out to eat dinner and then just hanging out with each other.
what more could you ask for?
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Pretty Lies
A/N: THIS THOUGHT STRUCK ME AS I THOUGHT OF THE MEME SO LIKE BEAR WITH ME FOR A MOMENT OKAY??? also i gave up valentine week, i want to write a lot does not mean i want to stick to a schedule.
Summary: Cassian has some questions about you and Azzy's relationship, and because you are both very private people you choose not to answer Cassian truthfully, but what will happen when he decides to test your answer out?
Request: Nope.
Pairing: Azriel x reader
Warnings: Fluff. I'm in my soft era okay??? shush. This is set before even Amarantha so somewhere between the first war and the curse.
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Cassian glanced between you and Azriel, both of you had been speaking through the mating bond, thus it was mostly silent. Truth to be told, your bond was quite new and Cassian had not really heard you both interact with each other since you both confessed your love.
"Hey...I have a question," Cassian spoke up, raising his hand slightly. You cocked your head curiously, waving a hand to encourage him to continue.
"Do you guys use pet names?" Glancing at Azriel, he shrugged.
"No," You said simply.
Narrowing his eyes, Cassian internally scoffed. He did not buy it, not for one moment. Azriel may have been the most quiet among the three of them but he knew for a fact that Azriel was probably the most affectionate behind close doors. Azriel cared in a way that was quiet, a way that did not draw attention. The smallest details that hinted to the fact that the shadow singer cared more than he let on.
Cassian nodded to himself, he would reveal your lies and expose them for what they are, this was his true purpose in life.
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His plan commenced during dinner.
Waiting for the proper moment to strike, he suddenly piped up when you and Rhys were deep in conversation, Azriel was listening to Amren closely as she complained about how boring her life was now.
"Hey, Y/N, what do bees make?" Cassian asked slyly. Hesitating for a second, you gazed at him before answering, "Honey?" It was then that Azriel suddenly said, "Yes, Sweetheart?" Mor exploded into laughter, Amren hummed her amusement and Rhys grinned like a wild cat.
Blushing a deep red, you turned your head to hide your face in Azriel's arm, his hand coming up to stroke your hair while your body shook from trying not to laugh, his lips curling up into a smirk.
"I KNEW IT," Cassian screamed, "YOU LIARS TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T USE PET NAMES, HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME," Wincing at how loud he was, Azriel shot Cassian a pointed glare in which Cassian quieted down, sulking slightly as he dramatically collapsed back in his chair, clutching his chest from 'heartbreak'.
"I'm sorry Cass, but you're not the most...subtle person," You tried. You were trying to not snicker and be kind about it but he gasped louder. "I can be subtle. I am soooo subtle," He rolled his eyes.
"So if I told you I found my mate would you be calm?" Rhys joked. However, Cass's eyes widened at Rhys, his eye balls seemingly almost popping out. "I'M THE LAST ONE LEFT WITHOUT A MATE????"
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Bonus:
"Never lie to my face every again," Cass whined, chuckling you nodded, Azriel's wing tucking you closer to his side, ready to scoop you up once you were done talking to Cass so you could retire home for the night.
"I promise I will tell you every detail, even how Az-"
"NEVER MIND!"
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A/N: hope this was fun to read heheheh see y'all next time <3
Azriel taglist: @chessebookgirl (if you guys want to be tagged in any character fics please tell me and I will happily add you <3)
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azulpitlane · 3 months
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just pr part two I ln4
pairing: lando norris x ricciardo!reader summary: you are beginning to warm up to lando but it all comes crashing down when you overhear something you weren't suppose to, includes writing + smau notes: im back! hope you guys had a good holiday!! p.s if you sent requests i am working on them!! this one is pretty long but i tried to fit it all into one part warnings: a tiny tiny bit of smut, but barely anything part one, masterlist
"So when were you planning on tell me?" Your brother asked accusingly the moment you opened the door of your apartment. A few hours prior, you had called Lando and demanded for him to come over knowing Daniel was going to arrive soon and interrogate you and you refused to deal with this on your own. It was his idea in the first place.
"Um, lovely seeing you too Danny. Need help with your bags?"
"Don't give me the sarcasm right now y/n." You could tell he was genuinely agitated with your response and you sighed and opened the door to let him in. He quickly walked to your kitchen and saw Lando sitting there with a sheepish smile.
"Hey Daniel...how are you?" He immediately knew that was the wrong thing to say since he started stalking his way towards Lando.
"You motherf-"
"OKAY OKAY! Calm down Danny, just sit down and we'll talk." You fortunately were quick enough to stop him from getting to Lando. You gave him a stern look and though you were younger, Danny knew to listen to you when you gave him that look. He reluctantly sat in front of Lando while you sat yourself next to him.
"It's not what you think."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "Oh, really? Because the pictures and the headlines seem to tell a different story."
Lando, always quick with a comeback, attempted to diffuse the tension. "Well, mate, you know how the media exaggerates everything."
Daniel's gaze shifted between the two of you, and he let out a sigh. "You're dating, aren't you?"
You nodded, feeling the weight of the admission. "It's complicated, Danny. We didn't plan for it to happen."
He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Complicated is an understatement. You're my sister, Y/n. And you," he pointed at Lando, "you're...Lando."
"I'm going to try and not be offended by that."
"You know what I mean. I just don't understand why you didn't tell me before."
"Well we're only two months into our relationship so we wanted to figure things out privately and decide if we were ready to fully commit to each other before telling people." You reciprocated the explanation that you and Lando made up an hour prior.
"And are you fully ready to commit to each other?"
You nudged Lando's thigh since Daniel was staring directly at him, expecting an answer from him.
"Yup. 100%."
Danny responded with a skeptical look, "That doesn't sound too convincing."
You gave Lando a harsher nudge, he was doing an awful job at making this convincing.
"Look, I know I haven't been perfect, but y/n she just...brings out a side of me that nobody else does. I know I should've spoke to you before making a move and I regret not doing so, but I don't regret y/n. And I don't regret that night when we first bumped into each other outside of the paddock," realizing his mistake he quickly added, "where we first admitted our feelings."
You glanced at Lando confused at the pause in his speech, but he avoided eye contact and kept his gaze at Daniel. You weren't sure if he was referring to the night you guys hooked up or if he was just trying to make the relationship believable. You then looked at your brother noticing his expression was softening, a part of you felt guilty for lying to him about this relationship so you quickly added an apology.
"We really are sorry you had to find out through social media, I wish we told you before those pictures were released, but there's no point in dwelling in it now. This relationship wasn't intentional, it just happened and we're serious about it." You said trying to talk as softly as possible to make it believable.
"I can't say i'm thrilled about this, but I forgive you guys. I was just angry at the moment because everybody was saying all these crazy things about my baby sister, and I was mad Lando was the reason behind it. But you guys are grown adults and can make your own decisions so whatever you think is best for your happiness, I will support it."
"Oh thank God." Lando grabbed your head and kissed it, you knew he was doing it to irritate you and you wanted nothing more than to smack him hand away but you just smiled and accepted his affection.
Daniel on the other hand, openly showed his disgust and quickly added, "Okay, don't push it."
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yourusername im just a girl (with a himbo bf and overprotective brother)
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user THE HAND PLACEMENT OH LORD
user just fell on my knees
user himbo bf is so real
user OKAY SO DANNY OFFICIALLY KNOWS
user it looks like he approves aww
landonorris himbo?
yourusername the jokes write themselves landonorris i dont get it? what is a himbo? user he fr is a himbo im crying user yourusername baby are you sure about this one?
user everybody say thank you y/n because we're gonna get so much lando and daniel content now
yourbff oh! hahaha...
user what does she know🤨 user shes seen the photos of him with other girls i fear...
danielricciardo landonorris hand placement is a bit inappropriate no?
landonorris sorry mate... user she wasn't lying with the overprotective part😭 user daniel is in cockblocker mode
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As soon as Danny left, you both quickly left each others embrace and went back to your usual snarky banter. He was quick to leave your apartment but before he could, you stopped him wanting to clear some things up.
"Okay so for this to work, we need a set of rules," Lando rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, "uh, no interruptions please, you can speak when I'm done." You could see him roll his eyes again, but kept his mouth shut nonetheless.
"Rule number one, no kissing in the lips, even in front of the cameras."
"That is so stupid, we alre-"
"What did I say? No speaking until I am done!"
"Bossy. I like this side of you." He smirked at you suggestively and you ignored that comment all together, not wanting to give the satisfaction of a reaction from you.
"Rule number two, no posting each other without permission. We must both approve of the post." He lazily nodded, not really caring about these rules.
"Rule number three, we cannot tell anybody, besides your team of course, that this is fake. I mean nobody, not even your close friends, we can't risk Danny finding out."
"Anything else, princess?"
"Chill with the affection, you were practically hogging me when we were with Daniel."
"You weren't complaining last week when you were under me."
You blushed and quickly used your hair to cover it. You guys hadn't talked about that night and you were trying your best to avoid the topic. It was a drunk mistake, that's it. It's not like either of you would do it again. Even if it was the best sex of your life, you would never admit that out loud.
"Shut up, that was a drunk, stupid mistake," His smirk fell and was replaced with an emotionless look, "rule number four, no talking about that night, got it?"
"Yeah, whatever, can I go now?"
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f1gossip Lando and Y/n in Paris today! The two just landed and are there with a few of Lando's friends. They confirmed their relationship a few weeks ago on instagram posts and sources say they've been together for a few months prior to the posts. Thoughts on the new couple?
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user its funny to think that he might be daniel's brother in law in the future lmfao
user idk about them... lando was just seen with other girls before their posts
user probably just friends chill user yeah fr, lando always says those other girls are just his friends
user honestly im happy he's finally settling for a nice girl, no more drama
user it couple
user omg they both love photography...imagine all the pictures they take of one another
user omg. i need to see y/n's camera roll🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️
user the all black fit >>>>>
user the girlfriend effect is starting already
user IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (IM OBSESSED WITH THEM)
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As you and Lando began the charade of a fake relationship, you couldn't shake off the feeling that this was going to be more complicated than you initially thought. The staged photos, the forced smiles, and the scripted interactions started to wear on you. But for the sake of your relationship with your brother, you pushed through. This is the first time you and Lando left Monaco together and he had dragged you to Paris for a few events he had. You were there with his friends so you had to keep up with your act practically all the time until you went to sleep.
"Wait, we're sharing a room?"
Lando raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, it's more convincing that way. We're a couple, remember?"
You sighed, realizing the extent of the relationship. "Fine, but no funny business. We stick to the rules."
He smirked, "You're no fun, princess."
You shot him a warning look, "I'm serious, Lando. This is for my brother's sake, not for our amusement."
He chuckled, "Alright, alright. No funny business. I promise."
You begrudgingly entered the room and noticed there was only one bed. You turned to him with a blank look on your face and he gave you an innocent smile, knowing you were pissed.
"Really, Lando? One bed?"
He shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oops, must be a mistake. But it's not like we haven't shared a bed before, right?"
You shot him a glare. "Rule number four."
"What?"
"Rule number four: no talking of the night that got us into this mess in the first place."
"Jesus, you weren't being serious about those rules?"
"Dead serious." You moved around him and got your pajamas from your suitcase to change in the bathroom.
"If I knew you were going to be this boring I would've fake dated someone else." He mumbled in response.
"I heard that!" You yelled from the bathroom.
"Yeah well you were meant to!" He sassily replied.
You came out of the bathroom bare faced and wearing a skimpy set consisting of a tight tank top and tiny shorts. If you knew you would be sharing a room with Lando you would've never packed this, but it was the only thing you had on you right now. You noticed Lando looking at you and you were expecting some sort of remark on your outfit but it never came. He just watched you with a look you could not name, you couldn't help but feel a little self conscious under his hard gaze. You opened your mouth to question him but you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You quickly went to open it, wanting to get away from the sudden tension in the room.
"Hello! Room service here, may I step in?"
"Oh sure." You didn't even realize Lando had ordered anything while you were in the bathroom.
The man walked in and at that moment he seemed to notice your outfit for the first time and subtly looked you up and down. You felt uncomfortable but before anything else could be said Lando stepped in front of you and tipped the guy. He blushed knowing he was caught and quickly made his way out.
"Uhh what did you order?" You asked wanting to fill the weird silence in the room.
"Hot chocolate, it's uh for you." You gave him a questioning gaze and you didn't know if you were hallucinating but it looked like he was blushing. "Daniel mentioned something about you guys always sneaking out of bed to drink a cup of chocolate before sleeping when you were younger and you had an insane amount of chocolate when I went over to your apartment so I'm guessing you still do it."
You couldn't help but smile at the memory he mentioned. It was a tradition you and Daniel had when you were kids, sneaking out of bed to share a cup of hot chocolate before sleeping. It was a comforting routine that continued into your teenage years. The fact that Lando remembered and went through the trouble of ordering it made you soften towards him, at least for a moment.
"Wow, you actually remembered that?" You chuckled, feeling a bit nostalgic.
Lando scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, well, I thought it might help make this whole pr thing a bit more bearable. Plus, I know you love it."
You sighed, realizing that maybe there was more to Lando than just the cocky and flirtatious exterior he presented. "Thanks, Lando. That was...unexpectedly sweet."
He shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Well, don't get used to it. It's a one-time thing. Im gonna uh get in the shower now."
You nodded and he left you alone with your thoughts, you couldn't shake off the mixed emotions swirling within you. This fake relationship was becoming more complicated by the day, but there were moments, like this one, that blurred the lines between acting and reality. You couldn't deny that there was a connection between you and Lando, even if it was born out of necessity. You sat on the bed and picked up a book to stop your overthinking, it was just a cup of chocolate. No big deal.
Lando came out of the shower and was faced with an empty cup and you knocked out on the bed. He picked up your book and marked the page you left off on before placing it on the bedside table. He grabbed a pillow and blanket and got comfortable on the small couch in the room before he drifted off into sleep.
The next morning you woke up before Lando and quickly noticed he was not sleeping in the bed next to you. You felt bad seeing him cramped in the small couch across from the bed and you mentally kicked yourself for falling asleep before you could volunteer to take the couch, he was the one that paid after all. You got up and silently approached him, he looked so peaceful and you thought about how chivalrous his gesture was. You knew there was more to him than his arrogant persona, but you were surprised he was letting you see a part of the real him after all this time.
"I know I'm attractive but watching me sleep is a little creepy don't you think?" He said suddenly while keeping his eyes closed.
There was that arrogance.
"Oh you're awake? There goes my opportunity to strangle you in your sleep."
"Kinky girl."
"Just shut up and get up, we have a lot to do."
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You were shocked when none of Lando's friends joined you two today seeing as you were exploring the city. Once he had told you they wanted to do their own thing, you expected for him to go back to his cocky self since there was nobody around, but he constantly kept a hold on your hand, gave you his jacket when you got cold, and even helped with your photography.
You had brought your camera in hopes to capture some good pictures of the city of love and he helped by giving you some ideas. You were confused by his kind behavior since you guys kept a low profile and weren't recognized by anybody as you walked around. You didn't mind this side of Lando though and appreciated this personality before he became a cocky jerk again.
"Did your team tip off any paparazzi anywhere that I should be aware of?" You asked thinking maybe there was someone watching.
"Uh no actually. I asked for a calm day before we go to the event later tonight. That's where all the photographers will be."
"Huh, so you're telling me you organized this whole day yourself?" You asked slowly not understanding why his team would set up a day in Paris with just you two without exposure to it.
Lando grinned mischievously, "Well, I thought we could use a break from the chaos. Plus, Paris is a beautiful city, and it seemed like a waste not to explore it properly."
You raised an eyebrow, still skeptical of his sudden change in behavior. "And you're not going to pull some elaborate prank or reveal that this was all a setup?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "No pranks, no setups. Just a day to enjoy the city and each other's company. Is that so hard to believe?"
Considering Lando's usual antics, it was indeed hard to believe. However, you decided to go along with it, enjoying the unexpected break from the scripted events and staged moments.
As you continued exploring the streets of Paris, Lando pointed out interesting landmarks, shared anecdotes about his previous visits, and even suggested some hidden gems for your photography. The day unfolded in a surprisingly genuine and enjoyable manner.
At a quaint café, Lando insisted on treating you to a cup of coffee, saying, "Consider it a thank you for putting up with my chaotic world for the past few days."
You couldn't help but smile, finding this side of Lando surprisingly endearing. "You're not so bad when you're not trying to be a pain, you know?"
He winked, "I'll take that as a compliment."
The two of you strolled along the Seine River, taking in the iconic sights of Paris. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, and you couldn't resist capturing the moment with your camera.
As you snapped a few pictures, Lando leaned in and whispered, "You know, you're not so bad either, princess."
You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth in your chest that you couldn't deny. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this fake relationship than meets the eye.
The day passed in a blur of laughter, shared moments, and a surprising connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing hour. It was a side of Lando you hadn't expected, and you found yourself enjoying his company without the pressure of the public eye.
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yourusername j'adore paris
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user mother posted!!!
yourbff you look absolutely incredible..and he's there
yourusername 😭😭 be nice! landonorris im starting to think you dont like me... user LMFAO OMG
user y/n.jpg WHEN????
user lando taking her to the city of love...yeah they're not breaking up anytime soon
landonorris my pretty girl
user 🫠🫠 user oh to be lando's pretty girl, y/n won at life
user remind me how lando pulled her??? shes so gorgeous
user he beat the norizz allegations
danielricciardo there should be a jumpscare warning for the last slide!
user HAHAHAHA landonorris why am i always being attacked in y/ns comments
As Lando mentioned, you were going to make appearance at the PSG game which you actually were excited for since you were a big football fanatic. You both changed and met up with his friends in the lobby before heading out again. The game was going great and you had even met some of the guys' girlfriends and befriended them rather quickly. After being surrounded by men the whole trip, you were glad to have some women around you to socialize with. You then all made plans as a group to go to an after-party to celebrate the teams win.
The party was huge, there were even some PSG players there and you were suddenly glad you chose a nice outfit to go to the game with, not wanting to feel underdressed.
As the night wore on, Lando pulled you aside again, away from the bustling crowd. "Having fun, princess?"
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, surprisingly. Your friends are great dancers, by the way."
He grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, we're a talented bunch. But you're the best dancer here."
You laughed, not expecting the compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Lando."
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "I don't know about that. Flattery seems to be working quite well tonight."
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the blush that threatened to surface. "Smooth talker."
"Only to you." He replied and he stepped closer to tug a piece of hair behind your ear. You became aware of his proximity and couldn't help to feel your heart start racing. You instinctively put your hands on his shoulder as he looked down on your lips. You felt yourself leaning in before something caught your eye over his shoulder, a camera. Someone was filming, that's why he was acting like this. You don't know why the idea made you a little sad, so you snapped out of it and turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek. His eyes were filled with confusion, weren't you just leaning in too? Did you not feel the spark that ignited between you two today?
“No kissing. Even on camera, remember?” You said sadly then rejoined the girls as he stood there confused.
You spent the rest of the night separately until the girls decided they were tired. You volunteered to go look for the boys and as soon as you stepped outside through the backdoor you heard Lando’s voice.
“I mean we just started and I’m already regretting it. Its just so hard to be around her, she has all these rules that im technically breaking by telling you,”
Your heart dropped realizing he was talking about you. You stopped listening, not wanting to hear the rest because you knew it would only hurt. You realized how much you were beginning to like Lando thinking you could get through the constant facade he has, but after hearing his words you were starting to think it wasn’t a facade. He was just mean. You began to wonder if all the other snarky and rude remarks he made weren’t sarcasm, but the real way he felt about you.
You went back inside, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, and saw the rest of the girls had reunited with their boyfriends so you assured them they could leave and you were just waiting for Lando. With teary eyes you made your way to the small bar and ordered a water.
As you sat at the bar, nursing your water, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The revelations from Lando's words had left you feeling hurt and confused. You had let your guard down, allowed yourself to enjoy the night, and now it seemed like it was all a part of some elaborate act.
“Not having a good time?”
You looked up and were slightly starstruck to see Kylian Mbappe sitting next to you.
“Um no not anymore, unless youre the host of this party! Then im having a blast.”
He laughed at your comment and you blushed in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, it's not my party. Why are you alone?"
"I'm just waiting for my friends, they're outside."
"Hm, so why aren't you outside with them...?"
"Y/n." You replied knowing he was subtly asking. "But I just uh needed some water," you said quickly trying to think of an excuse.
"Y/n's a beautiful name, I'm Kylian."
"Oh I know." He raised his eyebrows at your response but before he could say anything else Lando had appeared out of nowhere. He gave you a tight lipped smile and put his arm around your waist after seeing who you were talking to.
"Kylian! It's good to see you mate, sorry to interrupt but we were just heading out." He said as he used his other hand to shake Kylian's.
Kylian reciprocated the handshake with a friendly smile, though his eyes flickered with curiosity at the sudden appearance of Lando.
"No problem at all," Kylian replied, glancing between you and Lando. "Nice meeting you, Y/n. Enjoy the rest of the night."
You nodded, a bit flustered by the unexpected attention from both men. "You too, Kylian. Maybe catch you at another party."
As Kylian excused himself, you turned your attention to Lando, who still had his arm around your waist. His grip felt possessive, and you couldn't help but shoot him a questioning look.
"What was that about?" you asked, a hint of irritation in your voice.
Lando's gaze flickered between you and the direction Kylian had walked off. "Just making sure everything's alright. I noticed you talking to him."
"It's not like I was in distress. We were just having a casual conversation." You replied before being dragged away by Lando and seeing his friend, Romeo, trail behind you too. Ahh so that's who he was talking to.
Lando raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly defensive. "Casual conversation, huh? Seemed more than that."
The ride home was quiet, none of you knowing what to say after your almost kiss and hearing him talk about you. You thought about the situation the whole ride to the hotel and were getting angrier by the second, he was the one that suggested this idea and now he was regretting it? And worst of all, why was he talking to others about this and not you?
"As soon as you got to your room your thoughts were interrupted by Lando's voice, "What if someone had taken pictures? Do you know how bad that would look on your part? Flirting with other men while in a relationship with me."
You rolled your eyes and defended yourself, "I was not flirting with him."
"That's not what it looked like to me." He said with a hard tone.
"Why do you care? We're not really dating."
"Oh I know, you remind me any time you can, but we're doing this for the sake of your reputation too."
"As if you cared about me and maybe I remind you all the time because in reality I would never date an asshole like you." You answered bitterly as you moved around the room trying to get yourself ready for bed.
Lando followed your movements and gave you a hurt yet irritated look, "An asshole, huh? That's what you think of me?"
"Yeah."
"You know, you're no prize either! You only think of yourself that you fail to see the obvious." Responded with clear frustration in his voice.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
Lando's frustration boiled over as he paced around the room. "It means you're so caught up in your own world that you don't see beyond your own nose. You're oblivious to what's happening around you. I'm trying here, more than you can understand."
You scoffed, not buying into his sudden change in tone. "Oh please, spare me the act. You're the one regretting this whole thing, talking about it with your friends, and then acting possessive when I talk to someone else? What game are you playing, Lando?"
He looked at you in confusion, "When did I say I regretted..." Realization hit him as he remembered the events from earlier that day, "you heard me talking to Romeo. No, no you don't understand, it's just... more complicated than I thought."
You crossed your arms, not willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Complicated? Enlighten me."
Lando hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I didn't expect... I didn't expect to care, alright? But spending time with you, even in this ridiculous situation, it's messing with my head. And it's not just about the reputation, it's... something else."
You raised an eyebrow, "Something else? Care to elaborate?" You asked with attitude.
He groaned, having enough with your sassy tone, and before you knew it, your back was getting pushed into the wall as Lando trapped you with his arms on the side of your head. You got flashbacks of the party as you looked up at his face that was only centimeters away from yours.
"You're so frustrating y/n. I told Romeo I regretted this because it's so hard to be around you when all I think about is the night I fucked you." You sucked a breath in, shocked by his bold statement. He brought one of his hand down to your jaw and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. "I have to hold myself back when I'm around you, you have completely fucked with my head, it's so infuriating."
"Then...then why did you agree to this whole fake dating thing?" You asked, almost whispering.
He chuckled and replied, "I didn't have to agree to it. It was my idea." Your eyes filled with confusion, remembering he had told you it was his team's idea, "I suggested it so I could get another chance to get a taste of you. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you haven't thought of that night we had sex." He asked with a gaze full of lust and frustration.
You could feel your walls crumbling down at his seductive tone and close proximity. You shook your head and weakly responded, "I can't."
He smirked at you before taking one of your hands in his own and moving it to his hardened cock.
"This enough elaboration for you?" He asked with a cocky tone. You could feel yourself getting wet and had enough of his teasing. You moved your hands to his face and brought it to your own. The kiss was messy and full of built up frustration and anger, a perfect combination to your relationship.
As the passionate kiss continued, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting the complications and frustrations that had filled the air just moments ago. Lando's lips moved against yours with a mixture of intensity and tenderness, creating a whirlwind of emotions within you.
Eventually, he pulled away, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. Your breath was heavy, and the room felt charged with tension. Lando's fingers traced the outline of your jaw, and he spoke in a low, husky voice, "I can't keep pretending, y/n. This is more than just a pr stunt for me."
Conflicting emotions swirled within you. On one hand, you couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry and connection you shared with Lando. On the other hand, the complications and rules that had governed your fake relationship loomed in the background.
"I don't even know what this is anymore," you admitted, your voice shaky.
Lando leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe it's time we stop pretending and figure it out together. No more rules, no more faking."
As you looked into his eyes, you saw a vulnerability that you hadn't expected. It was as if the arrogant facade he had meticulously maintained was crumbling, revealing the real Lando beneath.
"Can we even do that?" you wondered aloud.
Lando smiled, a genuine and sincere expression that took you by surprise. "I want to try, y/n."
You sighed, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. "What about the paparazzi, the public, and your career?"
"I don't care about any of that if it means I can be with you," he confessed, his gaze unwavering.
With a tentative smile, you nodded, realizing that maybe that maybe you can trust Lando after all.
As the night continued, you had deja vu to the night that got you and Lando in this position in the first place, except this time he was gentler and made you feel special.
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more notes: im not comfortable enough to write smut, sorry🧍‍♀️and as per usual, this is not proofread lol
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Could you do something with Lewis, maybe reader and Lewis have been dating for a while but she’s famous too so they kept things really private, but they got married over the winter break and now the other drivers are finding out
Hello 🫶 lately I've been doing more smaus so I decided to make this one a smau also, hoping you'll like it 🩷
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yourusername I still haven't gotten used to seeing myself on those huge ads
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georgerussell63 A supermodel and an actress not being used to seeing herself in ads? 🤨
↳yourusername When was the last time you were walking down the street and saw a picture of you casually hanging on a building? 🤨 Let me tell you it always takes you by surprise, George
carmenmmundt How are you so beautiful? 😭
↳yourusername I love you Carmen 😭
oscarpiastri Good job, Y/n👏
danielricciardo What an abundance of beauty you are
landonorris an amazing day to have eyes
charles_leclerc Can't take my eyes off you
zhouguanyu24 You haven't posted in months and that's what you decided to post?🙄
↳username1 AND SHE ATE
carlossainz55 See you in Vegas soon 👋
tchalamet You busy lately? We haven't been in a movie together for a while
↳username2 Co-star rizz lmao
username3 It's so weird to me how Y/n is the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and she's SINGLE
↳username4 It's her choice
username3 And she made it while having f1 drivers and timothee casually flirting with her in the comment section
username4 Doesn't seem that much like flirting to me 🤷‍♀️ she's friends with Carmen and George so she's gonna have the drivers in her comments. And Tim is like her bestie
username3 Are you blind 😭 okay maybe Oscar's comment is friendly, but the rest is definitely flirting!!
username4 Whatever feeds your delusions I guess. I don't think she's single, she might just be keeping her relationship super private. Exactly because of fans like you
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yourusername Nothing beats a date in Las Vegas
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username1 A DATE. IN VEGAS.
username2 Okay guys, which driver do we think took her on the date?
↳username3 I'm saying Lando, it's a very Lando thing to do
username4 imo he was too busy healing from this terrible crash he had lmao
username5 Plus Lando is too young for her, I'd say Danny Ric
username4 yooo y/n and danny would be a great couple, I hope you're right
username6 Do you guys remember what Carlos commented under her previous post?? "See you in Vegas" or smth
↳username4 yeah but it could be just because she was invited to the paddock
username6 Like usually. But did you ever see any driver say anything like see you there and there before other races?
carmenmmundt YOU WENT ON A DATE?
↳georgerussell63 @/yourusername reply immediately and say who took you
yourusername Mom, dad, I'm terribly sorry I didn't tell you 😭
carmenmmundt This doesn't answer our questions...
↳username1 Help even they didn't know lol
username7 It could be anybody, guys. Y/n has most of the drivers in her likes
↳username2 Then maybe it's someone who isn't in the likes? 🤭
username7 Well, then we have Alonso, Bottas, Hamilton and a few others, it doesn't make it easier
username3 She'll say who it is when they're both ready but I wish it would happen as soon as possible
username9 LMAO none of the guys from the previous post commented now
↳username5 She just subtly told them too f off cuz she's taken 😭
username8 I can't wait until the winter break, I know something is gonna happen...
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yourusername He made me get my first tattoo lol
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username1 WHAT?? IS?? HAPPENING??
↳username2 idk looks like miss girl moved, got a tattoo and then decided to travel around 😐
carmenmmundt When are we going to talk about who is "he"?
↳yourusername When the timing is right ✨
georgerussell63 Whoever he is, he's a bad influence on you 🙄
↳yourusername Mom can you tell dad to quit my comment section @/carmenmmundt
username3 Y/n moved to Monaco 😭
↳username4 And how do you know that?
username3 Haven't you heard she was seen there?
username4 And? Celebs love Monaco
username3 Exactly. So she moved there. Possibly with her secret boyfriend
username5 Okay so what we know about Y/n's secret man is they live together in Monaco, he could be an F1 driver and he must have tattoos (because why would he make her get one otherwise?)
↳username6 IT'S DANNY RIC I'M TELLING Y'ALL
username7 Well there's also Hamilton who has quite a lot of tattoos
username8 And Alonso and Stroll, she didn't say how many tattoos her bf has, could be as well one or two
username5 Don't forget some drivers might have them hidden and never spoke about them
username9 To be fair she didn't say if he has any in general lol
danielricciardo What about a party in the new apartment?
↳username6 Yeah, keep telling me it's not him
↳yourusername Most likely when I'm back from my lil vacation
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lewishamilton Winter break
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username1 EXCUSE ME
username2 SIR LEWIS HAMILTON, EXPLAIN THE LAST PHOTO
username3 Don't panic, guys, it is me in the 4th pic
username4 I know he's an almost 40 years old man but I'm still shocked
username5 ngl that woman's hand looks familiar...
username6 Not even a tag on the last pic? 😕
username7 Silly season starting early this year 😭
↳username4 Yeah, firstly he dropped the bomb about moving to Ferrari and now THIS
username7 Man said lemme dominate this winter break 🤠
landonorris congrats i guess?
carlossainz55 Unexpected but happy for you!
georgerussell63 I'm calling Toto, you're lucky he doesn't have social media
username8 I can't believe he kept it a secret from all the drivers lol
↳username7 And for so long too!! I mean, you don't marry someone you started dating a month ago, it could've been going on for YEARS
charles_leclerc When will we meet this mysterious lady?
↳lewishamilton I'm sure you all know her well
↳username7 Leclerc better stay away 🤺
username9 You guys don't ever know how sure I am that it's Y/n
↳username10 I won't believe it until they confirm it
username9 Yeah because it's a total coincidence Y/n recently moved to Monaco, got a tattoo because "her bf made her" and also went on a trip
yourusername Shik shak shok
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username1 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
username2 The couple I never knew I needed
username3 Two fashion icons
username4 Honestly is anyone surprised? Like, okay, unexpected, but I'm not surprised Lewis is dating one of the most famous models/actresses in the world
↳username5 I am surprised tbh 😭 I think a lot of people expected DR3, not LH44
username6 rip to all the drivers who used to hit on Y/n in her comment section 💀
username7 So Y/n is dating LH44 and is best friends with the girlfriend of GR63?
↳username8 She copied her lol
username7 Except Carmen's bf hasn't ever won the world champion title lmao
↳username9 That's a real friendship. Going for drivers from the same team
username10 I need to know how did they mange to keep it a secret for so long 😭
↳username11 Yeah cuz I can't believe even Toto himself had no idea
username12 Something about them being married makes so much sense, I love them
username13 Imagine when we start seeing them doing ads together omg
↳username14 ads? 💀 now that they're out and married I expect lots of content together on both their accounts AND on Drive to survive and just anywhere
username11 tbh who cares about the races, they can just display Y/n on the screen for 2h and I'd watch
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y/nhamilton btw we used to date but now we're just married (and thanks @/zhouguanyu24 for keeping our secret)
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carmenmmundt I was just as shocked as the fans
landonorris somehow I'm not surprised Zhou knew
↳username1 And he knew about both THIS and Lewis moving to Ferrari!! And kept quiet both times!
↳charles_leclerc I wonder what else Zhou knows that we don't
username2 Zhou Guanyu is officially the most trustworthy guy on the grid
↳username3 And I thought it'd be Oscar...
username4 Does it mean more iconic Y/n outfits on the paddock? 😍
↳y/nhamilton And matching outfits! 🤭
username2 Oh they're gonna kill it!!
username5 I need a friend like Zhou
zhouguanyu24 You're welcome 😌
↳y/nhamilton 🫶
↳lewishamilton 💜
username6 I never thought about Lewis and Zhou being friends, but...?
username7 in moments like this I go look at the old posts where other drivers would flirt with Y/n lmao
username8 This winter break belongs to Lewis
oscarpiastri Lewis' last name suits you
↳landonorris it would've been funny to see Lew change his last name to hers tho lol
carlossainz55 How long have you been together?
↳y/nhamilton Something like 5 years now
carlossainz55 And none of us knew all this time 😳
y/nhamilton Zhou knew... I've just said that
username9 All the other drivers immediately regretting everything they said under other Y/n's posts hahahah
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The Sweetest Taboo part 3 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
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Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst
Word Count: 9.5K
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
The morning after the party you cowarded in your room too scared to face Trent or the rest of the boys after your drunk night. You didn’t think you were too wild in public, certainly not enough for your kid brothers to say anything but what you did in private with Trent was definitely not something you wanted to face right now. You didn’t regret it, in fact you dreamt about kissing him again but you did fear facing him post practically riding his thigh in a private stripper room now that the tequila had settled and the sun had risen. He didn’t seem like the type to run his mouth but you didn’t really know him. You only hoped while wrapped up in bed that he wouldn’t say anything about it to your brothers or to anyone. 
You buried your face in your pillow and groaned at your actions last night before deciding to call Halle to vent. 
“Hey, what’s up,” Halle answered the facetime call immediately, “you look a mess,” she commented before you could reply. You kissed your teeth at her comment and sat up in bed. 
“I feel a mess,” you conceded, rubbing your eye. 
“I take it the party was good?” she inquired, resting the phone propped up on her kitchen counter as she continued to cook. 
“It was good…I however was not,” you grumbled. 
“What do you mean?” she asked while opening a cabinet. 
“I kissed him,” you plainly confessed. 
“You what!?” she sprinted back to the phone, grabbing it in her hand, “what do you mean you kissed him? Him as in Trent? Where? When? Tell me!” she pressed you and you rested your head back on the headboard, “Y/n!” she screeched in your silence, eager to know. 
“Alright so, the party is nice, the drinks? Quality so I’m a few shots in and the boy is giving me the eyes Halle,” you started to describe the events of the night before, “So you know how I get when I’m a little too tipsy, plus Tolami was encouraging me to talk to him,” you continued but she interrupted.
“You made a move!?” she presumed, bringing the phone closer to her as she became more invested.
“Well…,”you started but a shriek from her interrupted your story. 
 “Oh shit,” she cursed as the pan on her stove sizzled. She rushed over to take it off the burner before giving you back her attention, “what did you do? Give him a dance? Let him cop a feel? Dirty talk in the club?” she started to guess, “Did you go home with him!? I mean you are staying in the same place but did you let him fuck?” she took it to the extreme. 
“I said I kissed him Halle! I didn’t give him the whole prize,” you put that thought to immediate rest although last night in that room you just might have done what she suggested. 
“Okay okay, so what happened?” she cooled her presumptions and encouraged you. 
“Yeah so he’s giving me the eyes, he’s looking good and I just said fuck it and asked him to come with me to this room I saw,” you prefaced and her eyes widened at the mention of a room. 
“I thought you said you didn’t fuck - you went to a room!?” she questioned thinking you meant some sort of bedroom. 
“No we didn’t fuck! I’m getting to what happened,” you reminded her once more you didn’t take it that far but she was giving you a look like she didn’t fully believe this story would end without you saying you fucked the boy down the hall. “We went to this private room, it was just us, a couch…and a pole,” you bit your lip at the end of your sentence. 
“No you didn’t,” her face fell when she put two and two together. 
“I did, I don’t know what happened but one minute we’re talking, next I’m on the pole,” you told her and she looked at you in shock. She knew what you could do on a pole so she knew the show Trent got would’ve been well beyond anything you could tell your family about. 
“A private show y/n!?” She asked, half impressed, half shocked. 
“Yeah…” you  sighed, cringing a bit at your former extra self. 
“He must’ve been in shock,” she presumed correctly. 
“By the time I left the room he was so hard he couldn’t get up,” you reported and she laughed mostly impressed now. 
“So the kiss, what happened?” she asked for the details. 
“Well after I got off the pole, obviously things were heated then and one thing led to another and I was in his lap with his lips on mine,” you explained. 
“Who kissed who?” she asked an important clarifier. 
“He kissed me first, and it was very good,” you clarified and she nodded with approval, “We only kissed though nothing crazy and then when we got home he came by my room and asked for my number then kissed me again,” you smiled at the sweeter moment. 
“Awww…that’s cute - a bit wild but cute,” she kept it honest. 
“Yeah…in the moment I was into it but now I’m like this boy definitely saw my panties and now I have to see him having breakfast and joking around with my brothers,” you grimaced at the idea while Halle laughed. 
“I doubt he’d tell Jude or Jobe about it,” Halle hoped for the same thing you did, “You should just own it, the boy clearly likes you - I bet he was dreaming about you spinning around that pole,” Halle tried to boost your confidence about the dilemma. 
“Yeah…but him wanting me isn’t good because I shouldn’t be messing around with him,” you tried to discipline yourself. 
“Maybe you could just get to know him,” Halle suggested, “before completely throwing out the idea of him,” 
“I don’t know,” you frowned, worried you’d get frenzied again.
"He’s cute, he likes you and you’re clearly attracted to him - give it a chance,” she encouraged. You pushed your mouth in thought - wondering if getting to know him was worth it. You weighed the pros and cons of if it was better to try cut him cold turkey despite your present attraction or if to get to know him to see if it’s worth the attraction. 
“I’ll think about it,” you concluded, “I’m going to shower and get breakfast,” you swung your legs off the bed to get up, “I’ll keep you updated,” you promised. 
“Please do!” she excitedly replied before you two got off the phone and you went to get ready. On your way to the bathroom you saw a text come in on your phone from an unsaved number. It was a photo of chocolate chip pancakes with a message attached : good morning y/n, breakfast is ready when you are 🥞☺️ - Trent. 
You couldn’t help but giggle. The pancakes definitely weren’t as pretty as the ones you could make but there were clearly chocolate chip, your favourite flavour and the fact they were from him made you rush through your morning routine to get to breakfast. Maybe he was worth getting to know. 
“Good morning,” you walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face. Trent was standing at the sink, washing dishes when you walked in. He turned to you, a toothpick in his mouth and focus on his eyebrows before his face shifted into a charming smile. He turned off the water, dried his hands in a cloth while moving to the opposite counter closer to you.
“Good morning,” he smiled, taking the toothpick out of his mouth and picking up the plate on the counter, “These are for you,” he offered you the pancakes as you sat at the island. 
“Thank you,” you thanked him, trying to keep your smile from ripping your cheeks. “I didn’t know you could cook,” you told him, as he handed you a knife and fork. 
“I can do a few things,” he shrugged and leaned on the counter as you sliced the pancakes. He watched you as you brought the fork to your lips and grinned when you hummed with pleasure. 
“It’s good,” you told him after a bite, “I’m impressed,” you praised him and his smile got bigger. He pushed off from leaning on the counter and came around to sit next to you. 
“How’d you sleep?” he asked you softly, after a minute of searching for something to say. 
“Good,” you replied too quickly, having to put your hand over your chewing mouth when you spoke. “You?” you asked after swallowing. 
“Good,” he simply said and looked away from you to the counter. Your eyebrows knitted as his expression flattened whilst he got lost in his head. “About last night…,” he finally started to say when he began to speak. 
“Oh,” you said and put down the utensils, “I know I was a bit,” you started but didn’t want to actually rebirth your actions, “sorry about that,” you just apologised. 
“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” he asked, confused at the turn in tone. 
“I don’t know, for…being really extra,” you struggled to explain. 
“Extra?” he asked with a chuckle, “you’re funny but you don’t need to apologise, what I wanted to say was I enjoyed it,” he turned to you, putting his hand on the back of your chair, leaning slightly closer to you. You looked at him, your eyes dropping to his lips you suddenly really wanted to taste, you naturally leaned closer to him yourself. He took that as encouragement and moved his hand from the back of your chair to your back, slowly moving it upward to your neck, under your ponytail. 
“Me too,” you whispered as he got closer, his hand on the back of your neck, gently stroking behind your ear. The soft touch felt so good you almost purred at the feeling. 
“We shouldn’t,” you said almost inaudibly as you tried to fight the urge to close the gap and kiss him. 
“I know,” he unfortunately agreed and pulled away, sitting back in his chair and taking his hands off you - leaving you stunned from the immediate loss of contact, “I don’t want to get you in trouble,” he continued as you blinked yourself back to consciousness. 
“Yeah…,” you mumbled to yourself, sticking your fork back into the pancakes. Of course you didn’t want to get caught - but you also wanted to kiss him. “Speaking of that…please don’t tell them about last night,” you asked him, keeping your eyes on your plate to not face the shame of pleading for his silence. 
“I wasn’t going to tell them, what happens between us is between us,” Trent firmly said, getting your attention back on him. “You don’t have to worry,” he added, making you feel very assured you didn’t have to worry. It was obvious he was shy but he also had a confidence and assertiveness about him you really liked. You smiled and nodded, quietly thankful he was in fact not the type to run his mouth. 
A silence fell between you for a bit as you ate your breakfast and Trent watched you while trying not to watch you too hard. He was working up the courage to ask you to spend actual time together but he wasn’t sure what to ask for or what to say. He woke up this morning with the idea to make you breakfast and he didn’t blink to follow through but that was easier because you weren’t watching him do it. Now, watching you less than a foot from him, close enough for him to notice the little moles at the corner of your eye and the curl of your hair at the nape of your neck - his throat felt too dry to form words.  
“So what are you doing today?” you asked him, breaking the silence first. He internally sighed, grateful you had. 
“Not sure, might get a work out in and then chill with the boys,” he reported but then kicked himself for not just asking you if you wanted to do something with him. He tried to get that question out but the words wouldn't come out. 
“Oh, do you want the company to work out?” you asked and his eyes lit up at the opportunity. 
“Yeah I’d like that,” he immediately answered, “after breakfast?” he asked, trying to push for time with you now that you'd broken the ice.
“Sounds good,” you chirped and made his day. 
After you finished eating, he offered to clear the table for you and you told him you’d get ready to work out and meet him outside in a few. He nodded along, agreeing to whatever terms you offered and watched until you safely walked out before quietly cheering that your time together was going to extend past breakfast. 
After cleaning up he went to his room and for the first time actively started to think about what workout outfit to wear. At first he thought maybe he should just go shirtless but then he thought that might be a bit too forward and he should be respectful and wear a shirt. He ultimately decided on a white compression shirt and shorts, thinking he looked good in it whilst not looking like he wanted attention. He didn’t want you to think he was an asshole but he did want you to think he looked good. 
He took so long to get ready by the time he came out of the room you were sitting in the living room in your gym clothes waiting for him. 
“Took you long enough,” you teased, springing up from your seat so quick your hair swished. He watched you lean over to pick up your water bottle from the counter, fresh faced, in your matching pink shorts and top and took a mental picture of how cute you looked. 
“Sorry about that,” he apologised, as you walked over to meet him. 
“That’s okay,” you smiled sweetly and melted his heart, “Ready?” you asked and he nodded. He took the lead and you followed him to the backyard. He asked you about what sort of workout you wanted to do and then suggested things. You nodded along, taking sips from your pink bottle as he spoke. 
“I take it you like pink?” he asked as you put down the water bottle ready to start. 
“Yeah, I think pink looks good on me, don’t you think?” you asked him, half twirling in your outfit. 
“Yeah you definitely look good,” he looked you over, a flash of lust in his eyes - similar to what you’d seen in the club last night before he composed him. You giggled at his comment before telling him you two should start. 
Trent really tried to focus on the workout but it was getting increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off of you. Of course he found you attractive and the outfit you had on definitely suited you but it wasn’t just that that had him enchanted. The scrunch on your face when you tried to push through the pain, the way you put your hands on your hips in a huff after each set but never verbally complained. The way you quietly counted down to yourself, cycling from 1 to 10 over and over like it was what motivated you to finish. The little things he observed about you made him want to find out what else made you you. 
“Damn it’s hot,” you huffed, dropping to sit on the floor after the final set of switch lunges. Trent chuckled as he watched you rest your head on your knees. 
“Are you okay?” he asked, squatting down next to you, now fully concerned as you remained curled over. 
“I’m fine,” you said through racing breath, “just give me a minute,” you told him, refusing to look up. 
“We can stop,” he offered and you shook your head no against your knees. 
“I’m fine,” you said again and mouthed the numbers one through ten to yourself. A little smile tugged at his lips and he sat next to you quietly - giving you the minute you asked for. Eventually, you took a big breath, lifted your head off your knees and stood up on your feet. 
“Okay let’s go,” you slapped your thighs in encouragement and looked down at him with your signature stance of your hands on your hips. 
“Okay,” Trent agreed and got up as well, trying to hold back his smile as he fell deeper for you and your resilient nature. 
You were getting tired, not being too used to doing this much cardio in the sun but you didn’t want to stop. Mostly because you didn’t want your little date to end. You liked spending time with him - you liked to hear him encourage you, you liked watching him focus and you definitely liked how he looked. You were convinced he could look sexy doing anything - even sweating. Somehow when you felt like you were dying he looked gorgeous. Adonis-like under the sun; his sun kissed golden brown skin perfectly smooth under the glimmer of the sheen of sweat across his sculpted body.  If you had to push through the burn in your thighs to keep this image in front you, you’d happily do it.
Whilst the two of you exercised outside, Jude trekked into the kitchen and was disappointed to find you hadn’t made breakfast this morning. He hoped he’d just woken up too early, despite it not being early at all so he then went on a path to your room to ask if you were planning to cook. On his way he heard the movement and music outside so he followed his curiosity. Unfortunately, his mood was instantly killed by the scene of you doing sit ups with Trent holding on to your legs. As if seeing you two together wasn’t bad enough, you sat up and your face came too close to Trent’s for Jude’s comfort. Trent told you something that made you laugh too hard.
“Oh come on,” Jude threw his hands up in complaint. The scene only got worse because you leaned back on your hands, telling Trent something and in response Trent reached out to put his hand on your side, obviously massaging it. “Uh-uh,” Jude had enough and walked out into the backyard. Previously, he genuinely tried to believe you and Trent weren’t actually flirting and Jobe was being presumptuous but there were too many red flags to ignore. Trent was not this friendly with new people and you never said more than hi and bye to his friends. Something was definitely off. 
“What are you two doing?” Jude asked, walking into the scene with a scowl on his face. You both looked across at him immediately. Trent’s hand snatched from its position on your waist and you both quickly got up to your feet. 
“Hey, nothing we were just working out,” you rushed out in a pitch above your normal voice. 
“Working out? Together?” Jude asked, cleared peeved. 
“Yeah, just that,” you put your hands behind your back like a kid caught. 
“I realise you two have been doing a lot together lately,” Jude remarked and folded his arms across his chest. 
“Coincidence really…we were just both awake,” you lied, trying to make it sound less like you were purposefully hanging out with Trent. 
“Why didn’t you invite me?” Jude questioned, trying to catch you out on what he could tell was a lie. 
“You were sleeping,” you answered, struggling to stay composed. 
“You could have woken me up,” he snapped back, widening the holes in your excuse. 
“You don’t like to be woke up,” you clipped back, hoping it was a logical enough explanation to get him off of your case. Jude clicked his jaw shut and narrowed his eyes at the two of you. A show he wasn’t pleased with what was happening. 
“Jobe was right about this and I don’t like it,” he pointed between the two of you, “I’m watching you two,” he stated and turned to go back into the house before you could say anything. He knew you were lying, he would bet you two planned this little hang out and he didn’t like it at all. He was definitely on Jobe’s side that whatever was going on with you and Trent needed to stop. 
When Jude angrily walked away, you sighed and turned to Trent who was standing beside you. 
“Sorry,” you apologised. 
“He’s your brother, I get it,” Trent shrugged, seemingly unphased. You sighed at his innocence. He didn’t know how ridiculous your brothers could get. “Ready to head in?” he asked and you nodded - tired from more than the vigorous work out now. Trent gathered your stuff, handing you your pink water bottle before gently putting a hand on your back as you walked back into the house on sore legs. 
You parted ways after that, you going to shower and get away from the prying eyes of your brother for a bit. When you were done and dressed for the rest of the day you paced your room a bit thinking about how you were going to handle seeing Trent while being under your meddling brother’s noses. You could just approach them and tell them to let it go but you knew that probably wouldn’t work. They were being unreasonable so how could you possibly reason with them? You sighed, frustrated from the potential scenarios you went through in your mind and fell on your tummy on your bed and texted Trent. 
You alone? 
You asked him, not wanting to talk if he was around your brothers. He responded that he was in his room alone so you took that as an opportunity to talk to him in person rather than over the phone. You picked yourself up off the bed and tiptoed to his room, praying each step you didn’t see anyone on the way there. When you knocked he quickly opened the door and smiled on seeing you. You however, barely noticed the smile because your eyes were pleased to see his naked top half. 
“Hey,” you breathed, shamelessly looking at his body and not face. He chuckled, noticing your line of sight and moved back for you to enter the room. 
“Hey,” he said, letting you in. You walked in and he closed the door behind, you quickly scanned the room before taking a seat on his bed. 
“I wanted to apologise for Jude,” you started as he walked over to you. He took a seat beside you and told you it was okay, “It isn’t, they can be so childish sometimes - I’ll talk to them,” you assured Trent, “Not sure they’ll listen,” you mumbled to yourself, “but I’ll talk to them,” you again tried to assure him. 
“It’s okay, Jude’s my bro anyway,” Trent shrugged. 
“That’s what you’re saying now but keep talking to me and he won’t care that you guys are bros,” you frowned. 
“Is he like this with every guy you talk to?” Trent asked, trying to suss out what he was dealing with. 
“No...Jobe is but not Jude…however I’ve never kissed one of Jude’s friends before,” you looked at him and he laughed. 
“That’s good to know,” he laughed and you pushed his shoulder. He grabbed your hand that pushed him and pulled you closer by it in a swift, easy motion. 
“I’m not some slut you know,” you grumbled, much closer and turned to him now. 
“I know,” he put his hand gently on your neck, his thumb on your cheek. 
“I don’t just kiss every boy who’s half cute and looks at me,” you continued, half joking but half hoping he didn’t think you regularly chased down Jude’s friends. Unfortunately, being a footballer’s sister you often got asked if you used it as leverage to get with footballers. 
“Half cute huh?” he raised an eyebrow, “Is that what you think of me?” he smirked, focusing on that part but confident that wasn’t so. You looked over his face, smiling yourself as you saw the dimple sink as he smirked. 
“No,” you whispered, losing all your power being close to him, the scent of his fresh soap coming off his skin and pleasantly invading your senses and pulling you closer to him. 
“So what is it you think about me?” he asked, stroking your cheek. 
“I…I’m not going to tell you,” you shook your head and he laughed, pulling away from you a bit. 
“You’re not going to tell me?” he asked, dropping his hand from your face. 
“No…not unless you tell me what you think of me,” you turned the tables. You were not going to let him have all the control. He laughed and turned more to you to answer. 
“Okay, well for one you’re gorgeous,” he started and you playfully rolled your eyes. 
“So I’m just another pretty girl?” you questioned lightly but you had some concern in it. As much as you were slipping down a path of being very down bad for this boy you didn’t want to dive in if you were going to be a throw away holiday fling. 
“No,” he quickly stopped your train of thought, “You are definitely pretty, more than but it isn’t just your looks that makes you gorgeous to me - it’s things like how passionate you are about your work, how intelligent you are, how you mature you can be whilst still clearly having a silly side to you,” he poked your side and made you giggle with that, “you’re clearly very resilient and independent and I like that about you,” he continued leaving you beaming. 
“That’s quite the list for a boy who’s just met me,” you raised an eyebrow at him with a smile on your face. 
“We haven’t just met,” he contested, making you look at him in confusion before realising. 
“I guess we met at the world cup but that was just once,” you shrugged, leaning back. He looked at you, quiet and chewing his lip after you said that. “What?” you asked him, leaning forward to him once more. 
“I’m going to tell you something but you can’t laugh,” he piqued your interest with his impending confession. 
“What is it?” you eagerly asked. 
“I’ve sort of…had a crush on you since then,” he admitted and your jaw fell open. “Don’t look at me like that!” He immediately felt regret about saying that. 
“That was months ago Trent!” you pushed his shoulder gently, “when you say crush you mean like you thought I was cute or like you really started to like me?” you questioned and he got visibly more flustered. He avoided looking at you and tugged at his fingers. 
“Forget it,” he mumbled, his voice getting quieter. 
“Come on, tell me,” you pushed him for more information, “or at least tell me why you haven’t made a move all this time then,” you put both legs on the bed, folding them in front of you. He looked at you with a please be serious look on his face that made you laugh. He was so shy when you just started to notice him but the more time you spent with him the more expressive you noticed he was. “Tell me!” you excitedly encouraged him, putting both your hands on his thigh in front of you. 
“Do you seriously think I could have done anything? You’re Jude’s sister,” he told you the obvious. You thought about it for a second and accepted he was probably right. 
“Okay fine, fair but then why did you kiss me last night?” you asked him with a smirk. 
“Have you looked in a mirror? You’re hard to resist,” he confessed and boosted your ego. 
“Hmm…yeah I kind of am,” you smirked and he laughed. 
“You and Jude are similar, you know that?,” he teased and you gasped, slapping his thigh beneath your hands. 
“Shut up! We are not,” you folded your arms and he laughed. 
“I don’t know how all your big heads fit in one house,” he further teased. 
“That is rude!” you pushed him and he laughed. He grabbed your swatting hands and pulled you to him with so much strength you ended up on his lap. “You were cute but now you’re getting on my nerves,” you grumbled as he dropped his hands around your body, keeping you close to him.
“Sore loser too, you Bellinghams are so alike,” he continued to tease and you looked at him with tight sharp eyes and a deep pouting scowl on your face. He grinned at your fussiness and kissed your nose, “A cute sore loser though,” he commented and almost got a smile out of you. “You can smile, I don’t know why you’re fighting it,” he confidently teased on seeing the tug on the corner of your mouth. His comment made it very hard to stop yourself from smiling and he heightened the difficulty by kissing your cheeks then your forehead and back to your nose. 
“Stop,” you whined, not really wanting him to stop. 
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous spark in his warm eyes. You wanted to say no, the bratty side of you wanted to say no but most of you wanted him to kiss you so you stayed quiet hoping silence would help maintain your petty stance. He smiled as you chewed the corner of your lip because he saw right through you. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, you can just say so,” he said while coming dangerously close to your lips - his words a whisper against them by the end of his dare. Your eyes fluttered closed when he got this close, your other senses taking over as his warm hands pulled you an inch closer and his clean scent wrapped around you. “Tell me what you want,” his mint flavoured whisper brushed against your lips. You didn’t speak, your body’s desire took over and you kissed him. You usually hated to make the first move, you liked it when men were needy for you, but with him - you couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed to kiss him like you needed to breathe and now that you were kissing him you didn’t care about air. 
He smiled against your kiss before kissing you back, pulling you closer and pulling you to straddle him as the kiss got more heated. You wrapped your hands around the back of his head, pulling him closer in open mouth kisses that let your tongues dance to a vulgar rhythm. You moaned into his mouth, feeling your body heat up as his hands drifted up your back, under your top. You wanted him to take your top off, you wanted to push him back against the bed and put your tongue to work somewhere else but you stopped yourself from getting too carried away and pulled away from his kiss. You were trying to be tough but you needed a second, nuzzling your face in his neck and breathing his aroma before catching enough air in your chest to actually pull away. 
“We should…slow down,” you put your hands on his chest to put some space between your bodies. 
“Why?” he asked, flushed from the intensity of your bodies previously melding together. 
“Because Trent,” you started and looked him over, almost breaking your current intention and jumping back on top of him, “I don’t even know your middle name,” you said the first thing that came to your mind and made Trent look at you befuddled.
“My middle name?” he asked, wondering if that’s what he heard you say. 
“Yeah, I don’t know your middle name,” you repeated, dropping your hands from his chest and moving to sit cross legs with a safe distance between the two of you. You weren’t prude, you’d have sex but you didn’t like to give it away too quickly. You’d only been talking to him for a couple days - you couldn’t fuck him like a feral animal in the middle of the day when you didn’t know his middle name! Well you could and you wanted to but you shouldn’t. Your less horny self wouldn’t approve. 
“It’s John,” he told you with an amused smile on his face. 
“Oh,” you dropped your eyes to your lap - well you could fuck him now, the devil on your shoulder told you but you shook that thought away. 
“Mine’s y/m/n y/m/n,” you told him your two middle names matter of factly. 
“Okay, good to know,” he bit back his laughter, “Is there a reason this is so important right now?” he asked with a smile on his lips. You were going to tell him but you didn’t want him to know just how needy you were for him that you had to talk yourself out of jumping him so you held back the explanation. 
“It’s important to know,” you summarised your thoughts into something vague. He laughed this time moving aside in his bed and putting his legs up. 
“When’s your birthday?” he asked you randomly, patting the now free spot next to him on his bed. 
“My birthday?” you scrunch your face in question at his question. 
“Yeah, we’ve checked off middle names, I think birthdays are next,” he smiled and made you roll your eyes at his joking, mocking tone. “Come here,” he gestured for you to join him, asking you outright this time. You looked at the spot next to him and back at him, considering if laying down with him was a smart move given you were still trying to secretly talk yourself down from riding him. Your eyes met his warm, shining ones and you gave up on your internal debate and slotted yourself next to him and under the embrace of his arm. 
“Mine’s October 7th,” he told you with a smile, looking at you beside him. You were going to tell him this was silly but instead you told him when yours was. He continued to ask things like what your favourite colour was, what school you went to, what your favourite subject was. The conversation had taken a drastically innocent turn compared to what you two were previously doing but you liked it. You enjoyed talking to him. He made everything you said feel like it was important, even a conversation about why you liked pink. You stayed cuddled with him, just talking until the afternoon when you two had to part. He was supposed to go with the boys to meet some friends for lunch and you had some work to do. 
“I’ll see you later okay,” he promised, standing in front of you as you stood at his still closed door. You tangled your fingers in his, taking a small step closer rather than leaving. You looked at him with a slight pout on your lips, unable to hide you didn’t really want to part ways. He squeezed your hands gently in his and kissed your forehead. “We could go to dinner tonight,” he suggested, letting the spontaneous thought out. You instantly perked up at the suggestion. 
“Dinner?” you looked up at him with excitement. 
“Yeah, you and me…if you’d like,” he started to get nervous that you might reject the idea despite your enthusiastic reaction. 
“A date?” you smiled, ready to agree but wanting to hear him say it. 
“Yeah…yeah a date,” he confirmed but his confidence hadn’t fully returned. He didn’t plan to ask you out, he wanted to but he didn’t prepare himself to ask, it just came out. 
“I’d like that,” you took your hands from his and put them around his neck, “I’d like that a lot,” you assured him and he beamed. 
“Great, tonight you and me,” he kissed the side of your mouth, confident once more now that you’d agreed. 
“You and me,” you kissed him, pulling yourself closer to him. He matched you, putting his hands on your hips, holding you to him as he kissed you. 
“I’ll see you tonight,” you kissed his cheek, let go of him and finally leaving the room. 
Trent celebrated his little win when you left but then started to overthink about where he was even going to take you. He spent so much time looking up restaurants in the area the boys came knocking to remind him they had to leave. 
“Bro, it’s time to go,” Jude told him when he opened Trent’s bedroom door and saw him sitting in the chair focused on his phone. 
“Huh?” Trent looked up from his phone and realised what he was supposed to be doing when he saw Jude. “Oh, yeah yeah 5 minutes I’m coming,” Trent told him, getting out of his chair and going to put on the clothes he was supposed to have on 20 minutes ago. Jude shook his head and went to wait for him outside. 
“Always dilly dallying, what were you even doing?” Jude asked Trent when he walked outside to meet up with the boys. 
“Nothing serious,” Trent brushed it off, not thinking this was the best time to tell Jude he asked his older sister out on a date. 
“Alright, let’s go,” Jude didn’t pick up on what Trent was hiding and then went on their way. 
The boys and I left the house
just wanted to let you know 
See you later ☺️
You were working in your room when you saw his message coming in. He didn’t have to tell you but something about him letting you know made you smile. You appreciated the communication you didn’t have to ask for. 
Okay be safe 😘
You sent him in return, smiling at your phone like a young teen girl with a crush. You tried to pull yourself out of his pull and return to your work but in the back of your head he was there. You couldn’t let go of the image of his dimpled smile, his perfect lips or his kind eyes. 
Later that evening, Trent returned and told you he made a reservation for the two of you in a few hours. You were slightly worried he’d change his mind when out or the boys would get to him and tell him he couldn’t go out with you so you were glad to hear he was serious about his promise. You were ready before time and you thought to yourself you should tell your brothers you were going out. You inhaled a breath of self encouragement and went to Jobe’s first, asking him to come with you to Jude’s room. Jobe didn’t question you, he came with you to Jude’s room and Jude asked what this was about. 
“It’s nothing serious but I wanted to tell you both I’m going out tonight,” you told them both and they looked at you with confusion. 
“Where are you going this late alone?” Jude asked, not thinking there was anyone for you to go anywhere with. 
“I’m not going alone,” you didn’t yet admit what you really planned to do, “I’m going with Trent,” you bit the bullet and admitted the truth. 
“Excuse me?” Jude jumped up from his seat on the bed. 
“No you’re not,” Jobe chimed in at the same time.
“Ok, Calm down,” you told them while you still had patience. 
“Calm down? Nah you’re not going anywhere with him,” Jude continued to attempt to dictate you. 
“Is this a date? You’ve got to be crazy,” Jobe added in, equally upset. 
“Yes it is a date, and yes I’m going out with him - I’m just letting you two know,” you told them calmly but your intention was to show them you already made your mind up on the night’s agenda. 
“Trent, y/n?” Jude scowled, “you can’t be serious,” he grumbled, sitting back down on his bed. 
“I don’t understand, unless y’all know he’s actually a serial killer then what’s the problem?” you asked them sharply, questioned their attitude over a guy they seemed to love when you weren’t involved. They didn’t respond right away knowing deep down there was nothing actually wrong with Trent. 
“But he’s Trent,” was all Jude could say, starting to whine a bit like a child. 
“I know, and he and I are going out tonight,” you repeated, making them both lock their jaws in disapproval. 
“So you were lying to me earlier when you said it was nothing?” Jude asked you, visibly upset. 
“We were just working out, it's was nothing,” you shrugged, trying to keep Jude calm with the sugar coated version. 
“Are you serious about him?” Jobe asked, wondering if Trent was actually a threat. 
“I don’t know, I’m going on this date and we’ll see,” you softened the blow of your feelings. You couldn’t say you were serious yet, it was very new but you did like Trent more than you could tell your little brothers right now. 
“Maybe we could come with you,” Jobe ludicrously suggested. 
“Absolutely not!” you immediately shut him down. 
“If it’s not serious then maybe we should come,” Jude added to the crazy. 
“I love you boys but I’m not telling you this for your input, I am going out tonight with just Trent and that’s that,” you put your foot down. They both held back their complaints on hearing your tone and frowned in silence. 
“Fine but don’t kiss him,” Jobe requested and you almost felt bad for how in the dark he was. 
“I won’t kiss him,” you gave Jobe false hope to ease his heart. 
“Maybe we should go talk to Trent first,” Jude slapped Jobe’s chest to get him to follow. 
“No you won’t,” you stopped them, moving to stand in front of the door, “you’ve bullied him enough,” you stopped them. 
“But you’re our sister and this is our friend, we have to say something,” Jude insisted. You sighed, considering his grievance for a moment. 
“Fine but, just like every other guy I’ve dated, if this becomes serious then you can talk to him about me,” you laid down your rules, “Not now,” you clarified. 
“So you’re considering being serious about him?” Jobe latched onto his nightmare. 
“It’s just a date,” you reminded them, minimising the situation. 
“I don’t like this,” Jude grumbled and returned to sit on his bed.
"I know but I'm still going, I am just letting you know," you reminded them softly, that this was not presently up for debate.
“Like Jobe said - just don’t kiss him,” Jude grumbled, adding to the hope. They thought if you didn’t kiss him, it definitely wouldn’t go anywhere and this problem would disappear. 
“Okay, I won’t kiss him,” you promised them both to ease their distress. “I’m going back to my room, please don’t let this be a big deal,” you pleaded with them and they gave their okays with sour faces. You sighed and left them after that, going back to your room and only having enough time to put on your shoes before Trent came knocking. 
“Hey,” you smiled on opening the door and seeing him. 
“Hi, you look beautiful,” he said before even looking at your dress. 
“Yeah?” you asked, stepping back for him to see, “you like it?” you asked, doing a spin for him, “it’s pink,” you giggled. 
“Love it, you look great in pink” he winked, making your cheeks hurt, “Ready?” he asked and you nodded in response, picking up your purse and skipping over to him. 
“You look really good too,” you complimented him on his neutral louis vuitton set, “I really like the necklace,” you hooked your finger around the necklace, standing an inch from him and looked at him with a smirk on your lips. He flickered his eyes over your face, from your eyes to your lips and back. You slightly tugged on his necklace, pulling his leaning frame even closer. “I can’t kiss you,” your words brushed against his lips. 
“Why not?” he asked without pulling away. 
“I promised my brothers I wouldn’t,” you informed him, letting go of his necklace and taking a small step back. 
“What?” he asked, truly confused on if he heard you correctly. 
“I told them I was going out with you and they asked me not to kiss you,” you explained to Trent matter of factly. 
“But we’ve kissed before,” Trent stated the obvious. 
“They don’t know that,” you tilted your head and he sighed. 
“Is this like a joke or are you serious?” he asked. 
“Well…I do feel bad to break a promise to them, I’m already hiding other things,” you admitted your feelings and he sighed. Your brothers were very frustrating about this whole thing but they were still your babies, you didn’t like lying to them. Trent didn’t respond right away and you worried if he would be upset with your choice.  
“Okay…no kisses,” he held his hand up in surrender, “Is holding your hand against the rules?” he genuinely asked. 
“No,” you giggled, “I think that’s fine,” you smiled, happy he was understanding. 
“Okay, well,” he put his hand out for you to take, “Ready when you are,” he smiled at you. You happily put your hand in his and followed him out of the house and to the car. 
You had a driver so you sat in the back with Trent, playing with his fingers while he told you all about his boring footballer diet. You were familiar - you grew up with two of them but you still hung on every word. Even talking about something so simple you felt like you learnt more about his personality in the way he spoke and the things he focused on. 
The restaurant he picked was classy, picturesque and seemed like the type of place that was difficult to get a booking at. You silently looked it over in approval as the waitress guided the two of you to your table. 
“This place is nice,” you outwardly complimented the venue for Trent to know. 
“Yeah, I hope you’ll like the food, out of the options it seemed like something you would,” he said while opening his menu. You smiled that he was thoughtful to remember you were rather picky and sat back in your seat. You should have opened the menu to choose but instead you sat back in your seat and watched him look over his menu with pure concentration on his face. You smiled to yourself as he bit his lip and his eyebrows knitted in focus. You took a mental picture of how cute he looked for your memory jar. “What are you thinking about getting?” he asked you, catching you watching him. 
“Oh um,” you scrambled to pick up the menu, “I didn’t look,” you admitted below your breath. He smiled, finding himself the one now watching and admiring you. The menu was in fact mostly to your liking so it didn’t take you that long to choose. 
“So,” he grasped your attention after the waiter brought your drinks. 
“So?” you asked him, putting your glass down. 
“I wanted to ask you about something,” he prefaced, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. 
“Okay,” you encouraged despite confusion over what he wanted to ask that caused him to seem so serious now. 
“Who’s the finance guy?” he directly asked you and your face fell in realisation. 
“He’s no one,” you shrugged but he didn’t like that answer. He wanted something concrete. 
“No one? So why’d Jobe mention him?” Trent asked and you sighed. You hoped this wouldn’t come up but you should have not been so naive. 
“He’s a guy I was seeing but I’m not anymore - Jobe was just being annoying,” you grouched. “Why is this now coming up?” your attitude rose up, annoyed that your little brother even made this an issue for you to deal with. 
“Because I like you and I don’t want to share,” he bluntly stated, resting his hands on the table and leaning toward you. 
“Oh,” your attitude dropped at his word, “well you don’t have to worry,” you assured him, putting your hand on his. He nodded and turned your hand with his, holding on to your hand across the table and stroking his thumb at the back of your hand, pleased with your answer. He had ignored Jobe’s tale before but now that things were getting more serious between the two of you, he needed a direct explanation. “Are you seeing anyone else?” you cautiously asked him, along the same line of questioning. 
“No,” he immediately answered and you internally sighed in relief. You also didn’t like to share. 
“So you didn’t come to LA with a list of girls in mind then?” you teased but interested to know. You knew how this thing went, they weren’t coming here just to chill with the boys. 
“No,” he shrugged, looking at your hand, that was held in his on the table. 
“You’re trying to tell me there was not one insta baddie in your DMs asking when your jet lands?” you raised an eyebrow tapping his hand to get his attention, pushing the topic you couldn’t yet let go of. He paused and looked up at you before leaning back in his chair.
“That’s not what I said,” he answered and made you narrow your eyes. He stalled to explain further which made you lean back with a scoff. 
“I should’ve known, you way too fine to be alone,” you grumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes. Unfortunately, Trent laughed at that rather than grovelled. 
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” his smug side came out as he leaned toward you once more, sliding his leg between yours under the table, with a smirk on his lips. You kissed your teeth, scowling as he smirked. “I am though, those girls don’t interest me,” he softened his tone, hoping to reassure you. 
“Girls!? Like plural?,” your attitude thickened with his confession, “Of course, look at you with your pretty face, fresh braids, van cleef on your wrist - screams hoe,” you labelled him and he laughed. 
“I thought you liked the braids?” he asked with amusement in his eyes. 
“I do and I’m sure all the other girls do,” your jealousy snapped back. He shook his head, chuckling at your outburst. 
“Come over here,” he titled his head to the spot beside him,  ignoring your snap and remaining amused. 
“I’m not,” you folded your arms in protest. 
He raised his eyebrow at you and your protest with smirk on his lips and an unwavering demand in his eyes. You sighed and silently conceded. You got up and sat beside him but kept the pout on your lips.
“Do you really think any girl could compete with you?” he asked you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you to his body. You refused to look at him, keeping your eyes forward to the table, and trying to keep your brain from getting fuzzy as his alluring cologne circled you, “do you?” he pushed your hair off your shoulder, getting closer to your face. 
“I know they can’t but do you know that?,” you turned your face to his own, that was an inch away now. 
“I know that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he put his hand on the side of your neck, “I know I can’t close my eyes without seeing you,” he flickered his eyes down to your body in the small space between you two and then back to your face, “I know that I want to make you mine,” he said, boring into your eyes, crushing you with his deep smoulder. 
“That is quite the statement for the first date,” you breathed, not realising you were holding your breath this close to him. 
“I know what I want,” he didn’t miss a beat, reeking with confidence you'd only seen in brief bursts up to now. 
“Hmm,” you hummed, needing a moment to find your words because all your body wanted to do was close the distance between your bodies and kiss him. “It’s going to take more than one nice dinner to get a girl like me Trent,” you laid down your rule you almost broke, pulling back from him to keep your promise. 
“I know and I intend to put in the work for you,” he dropped his arm to your waist once more, keeping your body close to him. 
“Even with my brothers who want to kill you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 
“I’ll win them over eventually,” he seemed confident but you laughed at that idea. 
“Good luck,” you patted his chest. 
“With getting you or getting them to like me?” he asked, in a playful tone. 
“Both,” you smiled, winking at him and making him laugh. 
“Sorry to interrupt,” the waiter returned with your food and you realised just how close you and Trent were sat. You moved an inch away, letting the waiter put down the food. 
“I should go back and sit,” you were about to get up and return to your side of the table. 
“I like when you’re close,” he put his hand on your thigh gently to stop you, you looked at his hand then him and smiled, nodding in agreement to stay sat next to him.  It was nicer to be close to him. 
After dinner, you and Trent returned to the house and you reluctantly parted ways. Once you got ready for bed, you started to think about your brothers and how bad you felt for upsetting them. You sighed and went to search for them to apologise. You went to Jude’s room first but he wasn’t there and Jobe wasn’t in his. You searched the house a bit until you found the two of them in the back of the house playing a light game of basketball. 
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for this?” you asked them, folding your arms and making your presence known. 
“Never too late,” Jude shot the ball into the net. 
“How was your date?” Jobe asked as you walked over, in a less than positive tone. 
“It was alright thanks,” you kept it simple, and gestured for Jobe to pass you the ball. He passed it to you and you bounced in from hand to a hand a bit before shooting it into the net ahead of you.  
“Did you kiss him?” Jude asked, collecting the ball. 
“No,” you told them the truth, you didn’t kiss him tonight. 
“Do us a favour and make this the last date,” Jude tossed the ball back to you.
“Is this really such a big deal?” you asked them, holding the ball under your arm. You hoped that with the hours they had to sit with the idea of you going out with Trent they would have gotten over it.
“Yes!” the two of them answered in unison, you sighed and dropped the ball, shooting it once more into the hoop. 
“He’s just a guy,” you reminded them as Jobe collected the ball. 
“He’s not just a guy y/n, you know that,” Jude looked at you with a stern unimpressed look across his face, while Jobe focused on shooting the ball. You sighed and accepted what he was saying. 
“Okay so he’s not just a guy but it’s not serious, you don’t have to be so upset,” you tried to ease the tension surrounding the issue. 
“And what about if it becomes serious?” Jobe asked, putting you under pressure, “are we supposed to be okay with our sister dating our friend?” he continued, putting his hands on his hips, with the ball under his arm. You sighed once more as the tension rose.
“Are we supposed to be cool with the tabloids talking about you being his new little fling?” Jude added harshly to the questioning that only had one answer. “Or what if you two don’t work out? How exactly do you think that’s going to pan out?” Jude only got more bothered. “This is not going to end well y/n, just do us all a favour and stop talking to him,” Jude bluntly added, his tone slick with fury as he’d been fuming since you said you were leaving the house with Trent.
Jobe didn’t verbally add but his cold expression showed his agreement with Jude.  You looked at both of them, thinking to put them in their place, considering telling them it was your life and you could do whatever you wanted to do but you swallowed back the rant. It was a sensitive issue and although you liked Trent - you didn’t know him enough yet to have this battle with your family. 
“Okay, fine..let’s just play,” you told them to end the topic.
Thankfully, they didn’t continue to press you and instead Jobe passed you the ball. You didn’t plan to stop talking to Trent but you clearly couldn’t take the courtship out of the shadows it presently lay in like you hoped you could. 
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“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞” 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)
Summary: You accompany Charles on his private jet overseas for the first time, failing to remember to tell him that you are deathly scared of take offs.
Warnings: Mild language, pure fluff/ comfort
Word count: 600+
A/N: I apologise for how long this has taken me. I have started sixth form recently, so have been focusing on that for the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how to go with this after it being in my drafts for months, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.
Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore
“Come on chérie, the plane is ready” Charles tells you softly, breaking your attention away from the book you had held in your hands.
Held? Well, more like clutched with pure fear. Fear? Well, planes, you aren’t scared of. Being thousands of metres up in the air? Fine. But take off? You would rather swim the whole way there than experience it once more. And this tiny little inconvenience, you happened to forget to tell Charles about. This trip was a last minute decision that was made by the both of you, and the spontaneity of it made you completely forget about telling him.
So here you are, mentally having to scream at yourself to actually get up, as your legs wouldn’t move by themselves. You stand up and place your hand in Charles' outstretched one, following after him to the jet.
Charles steps aside to let you on first, his hand naturally falling to the small of your back. You both take your seats sat across from each other, and Charles instantly takes notice of your death grip on both arms of the chair. He leans forwards in his own seat, placing his elbows on the table between you both.
"Are you okay chérie?" He asks, his tone subtly laced with concern. He gives you a second to answer him, though no response comes. Your head stays back on the rest behind you, your eyes tightly shut.
"Y/N?" Charles tries once again to gain your attention, and only now do you open your eyes and look at your boyfriend in front of you.
"Hm?" You answer in a hum, his worry only increasing with your half-hearted reply.
"Are you alright?" He asks, tilting his head down to get his question across to you.
"Y-yeah i'm fine" you say with a half smile. But it didn't convince your boyfriend one bit.
He leant back in his seat for a second, a light chuckle escaping his lips, "Okay okay let me rephrase, what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you" Charles softly replies, leaning forwards again to keep your attention on him.
You breathe out almost hesitantly, but the kind persistence in Charles' eyes is telling you that he will get it out of you sooner or later. You place your elbows onto the small table, to sit your head in your hands.
“Take offs” you breathe out, though to Charles it only comes out as a muffled sound from behind your hands.
“What? Chérie, move your hands away, i cannot hear you” he chuckles lightly as he reaches forwards to delicately remove your hands from covering your face.
“Take offs” you say quietly, looking down at your lap in embarrassment.
You don’t hear an answer from your boyfriend, as your eyes slowly lift to look at his face. Charles is looking at you almost blankly, though his gaze quickly softens as your eyes meet his.
“Mon amour, are you scared off take offs?” He asks with raised eyebrows.
You stay quiet, why on earth am i scared of take offs? He must think it’s so stupid.
Your thoughts get interrupted by Charles’ hand laying on yours, his thumb softly grazing your knuckles. You look up to see him looking at you lovingly, his muscles in his face completely relaxed, knowing you were okay.
“You could have just told me chérie” he murmurs to you, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.
"it's so stupid" you chuckle light-heartedly, trying to brush the whole situation off.
"It is not stupid. But tell me, yeah? I don't want to make you unhappy" Charles says, once again ever so softly.
"You could never make me unhappy, Charles" you reply with a smile, of which he reciprocates tenderly.
A few minutes pass as you try to keep calm, though your adrenaline spikes as the doors are shut and secured, and the engines start up. Charles takes notice, and tightly clasps your hand in his.
"Hold my hand chérie, you're safe."
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