#I need to write some more .. I’m more productive at night I just hate the feeling of being trapped in my room.. idk

[allywthsr]

I‘LL NEVER LEAVE YOU | (l.norris)

part two to Finding Lando on Raya

summary: part two to Finding Lando Norris on Raya, how you spend the evening, flying to Spa for tire testing and a date in the evening

wordcount: 9.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! (p in v, oral, taking pictures while doing it)

notes: sorry for the delay, but I was kinda blocked! The end feels rushed, but I genuinely didn’t know what to write, sorry. Anyway, second smut so be gentle. And thank you for all the positive feedback!!!!❤️‍🩹

”You want to order some McDonald’s and stay over?“

You looked at Lando, how could he be so perfect? Only minutes ago he was buried deep inside of you and now he was a sweet angel.

”Sure!“

He grabbed his phone from his night table and opened Uber Eats.

”What do you wanna eat?“

You named him your go-to McDonald’s order and he chose a chickenburger menu.

”It should come in like twenty minutes. Enough time to repeat what we just did.“

”Let’s eat first, you tired me out, two orgasms are more than men normally become out of a woman.“

”I‘m just a pro, what can I say.“

You shoved his shoulder playfully and he laid down next to you. He opened his arm and you laid your head on his naked shoulder, pulling up the duvet to cover you both. He slowly caressed your shoulder with his fingers.

”So where are you from, Y/N?“

”I was born in Y/H/N and moved to London two years ago for this job. I meet new customers that want to buy some products from us.“

”Do you travel a lot?“

”Not really. Every now and then, yes. But mostly I meet them in London in our office. But tell me, what’s it like being a Formula One driver? Is it as luxury as it always looks like?“

”Sometimes, I mean we get to stay in fancy hotels and whatnot, but it’s hard work as well. The G-forces your whole body has to resist are heavy, so we need to train a lot, I hate it so much, you have no idea. The traveling is also tiring. I hate being away from my family and friends so much, but at the same time, I have more free time than you probably have. But that free time is mostly filled with training, it’s rare I have two weeks off in a row.“

”I get that, but it’s still your hobby, no? I can imagine that having your hobby as a job is the best thing.“

”That’s true, but I don’t know, I‘m super happy and grateful to be where I am but at the same time, sometimes I‘d like to have more privacy. It’s always dangerous for me to hit up women because they could always post it on social media and I‘m the asshole you know. Or when I’m in Monaco, I can’t go out with a woman, she‘s immediately my girlfriend. My cousin once visited me and she got death threats afterwards. That’s not nice. But it comes with being a ’celebrity‘ I guess.“

When he said celebrity he did quotation marks in the air.

”So you meet up with a lot of women?“, you asked him jokingly.

”I poured my heart out and that’s the only thing that stuck in your pretty head?“, he let out a laugh.

”But don’t worry, I never had such a pretty and nice girl before, you‘re truly special. Not one of them wanted to eat McDonald’s with me, claiming they‘re gonna be fat afterwards.“

”Don’t worry, I was just kidding. I can’t say I know what you’re feeling, because I don’t. I can wander through London and no one asks me for a picture, but I imagine it to be hard. Having no privacy I mean. But if you ever want to talk, you know who to call. And whoever turns down a free McDonald’s meal is just stupid. Especially if you have such a hot man next to you.“

You put your hand on his chin, caressing it, where a slight stubble grew.

”I actually don’t know who to call, I don’t even have your number yet. I’ve been inside of you and don’t even know what your profile picture looks like.“

You smiled up at him and chuckled.

”We can change that later, I‘m too comfortable right now“, you pressed a kiss on his neck.

”You said something about Pirelli tire testing earlier?“

”Yeah, tomorrow in Spa. I drive around the circuit in different cars and my F1 car, testing possible new tires.“

”Oh really? That’s fun.“

”You should come.“

”Isn’t that something only people from the team can attend?“

”You can sit in my garage, that’s fine.“

”Lando we barely know each other.“

”And? I like you, I think that you like me. Come as a friend, I won’t say you’re my fuck friend.“

You chuckled at that. But should you? What if people see you somewhere because someone posts it and you get the same treatment his cousin got?

”Won’t there be paparazzi?“

”No, at least not that I know of. It’s only an event for included people, it’s not even publicly announced.“

”But still, won’t it be weird?“

”Let’s get to know each other then, I won’t be weird.“

”Are you sure? I‘m just the girl you fucked because you needed it.“

”Y/N, you’re a human, not an object I am using. If you wouldn’t have stuck out to me, I wouldn’t have liked you. I would’ve never texted you.“

You stayed silent, didn’t know what to answer. Only your hand went to his neck and fondled it, wanting to show your affection somehow.

”What’s your favorite color?“

”Really?“, you chuckled.

”Answer it, then we won’t be strangers anymore and you can come tomorrow.“

”I like a light blue, but it changes. You?“

”I like a neon yellow, like the color on my helmet. Favorite ice cream flavor?“

You told him your favorite ice cream flavor and you asked him the same question.

”Vanilla Ice cream, classic.“

”Favorite Holiday?“

”I love Christmas, I get to spend most time with my family, and also presents. Yours?“

”Must be Christmas as well. I love it when everything is gloomy and stuff.“

”You‘ve ever been on a yacht?“

”No, I’d love to, but I‘m not rich.“

”Want to come with me on holiday?“

”Lando.. it’s the same with tomorrow. I can’t just go on your family holiday with you.“

”Why not?“

”Because I‘m not your girlfriend or something.“

”Want to be my girlfriend?“

You scoffed and sat up, ”You need to calm down.“

”I was just kidding. I‘m leaving in a week, but we still have enough time to get to know each other. Consider it. You‘re different, I can feel it.“

”Let me think about it.“

”Take all the time you need, but I before our flight takes off I need to know.“

”I need to buy a plane ticket then.“

”No, we‘re flying with a private jet, we still have a few seats left.“

”Boujee, I see.“

”I am collaborating with a brand, so I don’t have to pay anything.“

”That’s even more Boujee!“, you laughed.

”Well, we could join the mile hig-”

Before Lando could finish the sentence, it knocked on the door. He jumped out of bed and pulled his Boxershorts, which lay somewhere on the floor up to his hips. When he opened the door, a hotel employee stood in front of it, holding a brown bag.

”Sir, you ordered from McDonalds, is that correct?“

”Yes it is.“

”Then here you go, bon appetit!“

”Cheers!“

Lando closed the door and walked back to the bed, where he sat down and opened the back, giving you your food while he laid his‘ down in front of him.

You took the first bite and moaned: ”I needed this.“

Lando looked at you with a crooked eyebrow.

”What?“, you laughed, ”never saw a woman enjoying her food?“

”I‘ve never seen such a gorgeous naked woman in my bed enjoying her food, no.“

”You‘re a flirt, you know that?“

He only smirked at you and took another bite of his chickenburger, while eating a fries right after.“

”Are you more of a McDonald’s or Nando’s type of girl?“

”I enjoy McDonald’s more, to be honest, I feel like it has a bigger variety of things I eat.“

”Same, if I had to choose my last meal, it would probably be McDonald’s.“

He took a sip of his Sprite and thought about more things to ask you. He wanted to get to know you, it felt like you knew each other for years already, yet it only has been a few hours. He felt super close to you, as if you‘ve been best friends, he wanted you to meet everyone, his family, his friends, and even Zak.

”What’s you’re favorite free time activity?“

”I like hanging with friends or family, I love to play golf and I like gaming. A mixture of all of them. I could never choose my favorite, I also like to photograph, but I barely do it anymore. What’s with you?“

”Well, I like reading, watching sports, or just chill at home. Shopping is great too, I always wanted to watch someone golf professionally.“

”Well, I‘m not a professional baby.“

”But probably more than I am.“

”Alright, when you come with me on holiday, we‘ll play a round of golf.“

”Lando..“

”Come on, it’s gonna be fun! Everyone will love you and you‘ll love them.“

”Let me think about it, okay?“

”I can give you a week, we’re flying from Heathrow, so just text me and join us.“

You took the last bite and thought about it, should you go on vacation with him? What would you tell your family? ’Hey mum, I’m going on a holiday with a stranger I met on a dating app, we fucked and he invited me, I’ll come back in a week!‘ Not so much fun.

”What should I tell my family and friends? I can’t just leave with a stranger on a holiday.“

”Why not? It’s not like we‘re strangers. I’ve been in you thirty minutes ago.“

You scoffed, he was right, but you still didn’t know him at all.

”I still don’t know you.“

”Hi, I‘m Lando Norris, born in Bristol, twenty three years old. I have two smaller sisters and one bigger brother, my parents are together, and together with my sisters they still live in Bristol. My mum is from Belgium, which makes me half Belgian but I can barely speak it. I went to school and went karting, had to re-take my theory driving test, and moved to the higher formula classes on my own accord, not because my dad was rich. I currently live in Monaco because I wanted to do something new. That’s basically everything about me. I live and breathe motor sport, that’s all I have in my life. And now it’s your turn.“

So you did the same, repeating everything he just said, talking about your family, about your passions, your job, and yourself.

”You see? Now we know each other and you can join me for the holiday.“

”Take me out on a date and then maybe.“

”Alright, it’s a deal. Tomorrow after tire testing.“

”Okay.“

You smiled shyly at him, you couldn’t believe you actually said yes to tire testing, but in the end, you only live once and who would turn down a free paddock experience with Lando Norris? Even if it’s tire testing.

”So you‘ll come with me to tire testing tomorrow?“

He got really excited and sat up in the bed.

”Yes Lando, I‘ll come with you.“

”You’re the best!“

With that, he laid himself on top of you and kissed you on the lips, which you returned with a moan. You moved your foot to give him more space and heard a crinkling sound.

”Lando wait, the bag is still on the bed.“

You tried to say in between kisses but he only hummed, clearly already in a headspace where he didn’t care. He distracted you with neck kisses and the bag was long forgotten. He wandered lower with his kisses and stopped at your boobs, sucking your right nipple slightly and licking over the left one when he decided the right one has gotten enough love. With each touch, you gasped, grabbed his hair, and pulled at the strands. You could feel him hardening against your lower stomach and you clasped his shoulders, trying to get closer to him.

”Lando, I need more“, you pressed out.

”More already? God, you’re such a needy little baby.“

He grinned and his hand slipped towards your slit, slowly pushing his pointer finger through your lips. He felt your wetness and moaned at the sensation, he couldn’t believe how wet you were already, he barely touched you.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and slowly circled it, you let out different sounds that made Lando shake, in a good way. He couldn’t wait to be in you again. He inserted two fingers and pumped them slowly in and out, getting faster with every thrust.

”You‘re so wet baby, it’s crazy.“

”All for you Lando, it’s all for you.“

He moaned, kissed your neck, and slightly sucked it, leaving a faint purplish mark. He licked over it to claim his territory once more, tonight you belonged to him and only him, maybe for the next weeks as well. He already loved your company, he didn’t need to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. With you, he could just be Lando even if you just met.

His pumps and circles became faster the louder your moans got, the pleasure you felt was almost unbearable, you wanted to cum but you needed a little more.

”I need more, a bit more“, you pressed out and with that, he added a finger, now you were filled with three fingers and that was what you needed, after a few pumps you came around his fingers with a loud moan, clenching.

”Fuck Lando, you‘re so good at this.“

He smirked and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, looking at them, he pulled them apart and your juices created little strings that connected between his fingers. His eyes focused on your face watching you, as he put his fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off. With your pussy still sensitive, you felt the next wave of arousal rushing towards your lower area, that was the sexiest thing he did and the way he moaned when he tasted you again, made you go wild.

”I need to be in you again, you have no idea how gorgeous you are.“

”I need you too Lando, I need your dick.“

He laid on his back and removed his underwear he was still wearing from getting the McDonald’s bag earlier, and his dick sprung towards the ceiling. You almost started drooling at the sight. He was perfect, not too long but also not too short, thick enough, and little veins covered his length, making him feel amazing inside of you. With a grunt he positioned himself on top of you, pumping his dick with his hand a few times, getting ready for you. He coated his tip with your juices, by moving his length through your slit and slowly pushed it inside of you.

”You feel fucking amazing, I hope you know that.“

You moaned and pushed his head to yours, pressing your lips on his‘ and sliding your tongue against his lips. He opened them and you fought for dominance, he won but only because you needed to catch a breath, he stole your breath, that’s it.

He deeply looked into your eyes, feeling more connected with him than ever.

With slow movements he began to move, the room getting filled with the dirtiest slapping sounds you could imagine, his thrusts making you feel on cloud nine again, you were so happy you met him, this was way better than sightseeing in Amsterdam. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing slight circles to get you to your orgasm faster, which worked. You were stimulated by your many orgasms today, you didn’t need much to cum. Just after a few minutes of him thrusting into you and circulating your clit, you came with a loud cry, no one could make you finish like he did. He pulled out of you, and with a pout, you looked at him, how dare he do that, you now felt empty and missed him already.

”I want to cum in your mouth angel.“

With big eyes, you nodded and he got up and sat at the edge of the bed, you followed him suit and sat on your knees in between his legs. His length hit his stomach and you grabbed his dick with both of your hands, you loved how heavy he laid in your hands. With slow movements you started to satisfy him, pumping up and down while you looked through innocent eyes at him. That made him go even more wild in the head and his eyes rolled back, his hands found their way into your hair and he pulled slightly on your strands. You jerked him off and his tip started to leak pre cum, the slight white drops oozed out of his slit and your mouth watered. You opened your mouth and took him in your mouth, you could still taste yourself on his dick and moaned at the taste, the vibrations made him moan. Your tongue licked off the pre cum, the salty flavor wasn’t your favorite, but now you tried to get every drop. Lando guided your head a bit with the up and down movements, you couldn’t fit his whole length in your mouth but you tried with every stroke to fit more. You almost had it, but when you wanted to take the last bit, his soft tip reached your throat and triggered the gag reflex, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t.

With that, you pulled back to give yourself a second to breathe.

”Fuck, look at you. Eyes watery, makeup smudged, spit leaking out of your mouth, you look so fucking sexy.“

You grinned and darted your tongue out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top from his dick and with a swift move, you had him in your mouth again, but now only what fitted in without gagging again, jerking the rest of his dick with your hand.

”Such a good girl, fuck baby.“

His moans got louder and you could feel his member starting to twitch, you removed him out of your mouth and just jerked him on your tongue, and before he could warn you, his cum shot into your mouth, painting your tongue white. You looked up at him and he looked like a Greek god, his muscles prominent, head in his neck, and his eyes rolled back. You stroked him until he came back down and looked at you with a big smile, now you swallowed his cum while letting him watch you.

”You are something else darling, fuck. You look so pretty like this. Fucked out. Come here, I need to feel you close.“

With that he shuffled back and leaned with his back against the headboard of the bed, patting his legs, symbolizing you to sit down in his lap. And you did just that, you swung your leg over his leg and sat down, feeling his now soft dick against your pussy. This time there were no sexy feelings involved, you just went in for a hug, also needing the cuddle session you two had going on.

”Do you want to go and pee real quick? Then we can continue our cuddles, I just don’t want you to get sick.“

With a smile, you nodded and he helped you getting up from the bed, with an extra sway to your hips you went to the en-suite and did your thing, coming cleaned up back to see him looking comfy under the covers. You went to the living room where you first sat on the couch today and saw both of your phones laying on the table, you took them both in your hands and returned to Lando. He opened the blanket he was laying under and you slipped in, immediately you were pulled towards Lando, settling into his body nicely.

”You are really comfy, you know that?“, you said to him, he was the perfect mixture of trained but cuddly.

”You know that you are fucking gorgeous?“

You chuckled and gave him his phone you had in your hand.

”So we can exchange numbers.“

With that you opened yours and clicked onto the contact app, creating a new contact with the name ’Lan <3‘ and giving him your phone, at the same time he gave you his phone to save your number. When you saw the contact name you let out a quiet laugh, he saved you as ’Chicken nugget❤️‘.

”Chicken Nugget? Really?“, you laughed.

”Yes, the way you ate the chicken nugget earlier was super sexy. And also you are a chicken nugget. Small, the outside crunchy and perfect, the inside soft, and the taste perfect in general.“

You shook your head while laughing.

”The inside soft?“

”I could only feel you with my dick but you felt really soft.“

With that, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at you. You slapped his chest lightly and smiled, he‘s such a goofball, you were glad you met up with him.

You exchanged phones again after putting in your numbers and put them on the bedside table, wanting to feel close and you didn’t need your phone for that.

”So Y/N, tell me, do you meet up with random guys often?“

”Not really, I went on a couple of dates with guys, but nothing more, one or two led to a one night stand but I left as soon as we were done, no need to stay. They all didn’t treat me right, too much in their own head, only talking about themselves. What about you? Do you hit up girls often?“

”Sometimes, but the most girls only come to get a picture with me or to kiss me, you know, to brag about it on the internet or something. I rarely go on a date with a girl that is not interested in Lando Norris but in Lando. I‘m glad I found you, it feels like we have a different connection.“

”I feel the same, you know. It feels like we‘ve known each other for years already. And by the way, I‘m interested in you. Not Lando Norris the racing driver but the boy Lando, that lives in Monaco and loves spending time with his friend.“

He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

”I‘m happy you agreed to meeting me, I just wanted a quick fuck but I’m not gonna let you go now. I want to take you on actual dates and get to know you. I will schedule something for tomorrow night, yeah? After tire testing.“

”I‘d love that Lan.“

With that, he kissed your nose and you closed your eyes, kissing his chest.

”What do you want? Italien or something else?“

”Italien sounds good. Thank you.“

”I‘m gonna make a quick call.“

With that he got up, grabbed his phone, and went to another room to call a restaurant or something, you didn’t know. But with that short time, you grabbed your own phone and looked at the notifications, some from Instagram and other socials, and messages from friends and family. Your best friend's messages stuck out to you.

He returned, still naked and with his phone in his hand.

”We have a reservation at 7:00 pm tomorrow, wear something nice.“

”We have to get my stuff tomorrow before we go. When do we even leave and how? Spa isn’t exactly around the corner.“

”The helicopter takes off tomorrow at 11:00 am. That’s the easiest and fastest way. We can go to your hotel before we leave for the airport and gather your stuff, don’t worry.“

”And it’s really okay I‘m coming with you?“

”Yes baby, don’t worry. I invited you. What do they wanna do? Kick you out? Then I‘m out as well.“

”Okay“, you sweetly smiled at him and opened your arms. ”But now come cuddle again.“

He did just that, falling into your arms, and now he was the one settling on your chest, hugging you and you closed your arms behind his back as well. His arm reached for the nightstand, where he placed his phone and grabbed the remote control for the room. He pressed the button to close the curtain and then he turned on the lights, dimming them to create a nice atmosphere. Lando put the remote back on the table and caressed your side, which tickled slightly.

”What’s your favorite position?“

”Lando!“

”What? I need to know, this won’t be the last time I was in you“, he let out a laugh.

You giggled.

”Well, I like good old missionary. It’s underrated I think. Everybody is always saying that it’s boring, but is it too much to ask for that I want to look my partner in the eye or kiss him? But I also like speed bump, something where you are close to the other. If it’s just a one night stand I wouldn’t mind doggy. What about you?“

”I can only agree with you, I like missionary as well, I want to feel close to my girl or else I don’t need to have sex with her. As you said, a one night stand is a different story. But I also think that I‘m open to new things. I’d rather try out new stuff with my girlfriend rather than a stranger.“

”So I‘m not a one night stand to you? We fucked twice and it was only missionary. Technically I‘m a stranger to you.“

”But it doesn’t feel that way you know? As soon as you stepped through that door it was like meeting an old friend, I felt comfortable. And during sex, I just wanted to be close to you, hold and kiss you“, with that he left a kiss on your chest.

”You’re pretty sweet you know that?“

”How can I not when you’re around?“

You just smiled and combed your hands through his hair, enjoying the silence. After a while of just listening to each other's breaths you wondered what time it was, so you grabbed your phone and it was already 10:42 pm.

”Would you mind if I would get ready for bed? I‘m kinda knackered.“

”Go for it, I‘ll join you, I have to brush my teeth as well.“

With that, you both got up and you pulled your stuff out of your bag, putting the charger next to the bed and you took your toothbrush and your makeup remover with you to the bathroom, where you saw a through his phone scrolling Lando. When you walked in, he locked his phone and looked at you, smiling.

”I just asked Zak if it would be okay for you to come and he agreed, so you won’t be a bother tomorrow.“

”That’s nice, I‘ll thank him tomorrow.“

You both stood in front of the sink and you brushed your teeth together.

”It feels like we’re a married couple, brushing our teeth together“, Lando mumbled due to the foam that formed in his mouth.

You just nodded and noticed how true that was, it felt like a routine how you brushed your teeth together. When he spit the foam out and washed his mouth and face, he left with a kiss on the back of your head and the words: ”I‘ll wait for you on the bed.“

You took your makeup remover and removed everything you had applied to your face earlier, you indeed looked fucked out, smudged eyeliner and mascara, concealer that wore off due to you crying when you choked on his dick. You were a mess. So when your face was Makeup free and cleaned up, you returned to Lando in the bedroom, still naked by the way.

”Can I lend a T-shirt? I forgot to pack an extra.“

”Sure, you can grab the one I wore today, I swear I didn’t sweat in it.“

With a smile you looked for it and found it on the floor, you took it in your hands and pulled it over your head, secretly inhaling his scent that lingered on his T-shirt.

”You look cute in my stuff.“

You blushed and laid down next to him, plugging the charger in your phone.

”When is your alarm ringing?“, you asked, needing enough time to gather everything from your hotel room before taking off to spa.

”I think like 8:30 am? It’s pretty early but like that, you have enough time for packing your stuff in your hotel. I think it’s easier if I pack everything here and then we go together to yours. That way we won’t have to drive multiple times to our hotels.“

You nodded and cuddled into his side. He let his fingers slip through your hair, caressing it.

”Can I braid your hair?“

”What?“, you sat up.

”I want to braid your hair, I always saw my sister do it but I never was allowed to try it on their hair, they always said I would tangle it.“

”Do you even know how to braid hair?“

”Kind of? My ex girlfriend always asked me to do it but I never wanted to, but your hair is so gorgeous.“

You blushed at the compliment, he didn’t want to braid his model ex girlfriends hair but yours? Your hair hasn’t been braided in ages, it would be nice to feel that feeling again.

”Sure, it would be fun. I need to get my hairbrush first, they’re kinda tangled.“

You got up and went to your bag, where you kept a small hairbrush for emergencies. You quickly but carefully brushed your hair and sat on the bed, where Lando already waited for you.

”Three strands, and then just put one over the other, right?“

”Yeah, like that. Do you know in which order to put the strands over the other?“

”I think so, I‘ll just try it out.“

With that he combed through your hair with his fingers and created three strands, gently putting the right one over the middle one, repeating it with the left one.

”Can you pull it a bit tighter? That way it won’t be that loose.“

Before you could end your sentence he already pulled it a bit harder, now it looked better, he thought. He kept on braiding your hair until he came to the end.

”Do you have a hair tie?“

You grabbed one that hung around your wrist and gave it to him, feeling how he tightened it around your hair.

This moment felt so intimate, you found it hard to believe, you just met today. This was soulmate behavior, you got along perfectly.

”I think it’s decent.“

With that, you turned around a saw a smiling Lando.

”Wait let me take a picture of you.“

You blushed and mumbled an ’okay‘. He got his fancy photography camera out and instructed you to lie down.

”Lay down on your front, that way your face won’t be visible, just your hair and I can put it up on my jpg side.“

”You want me to be on there?“

”Sure, you’re a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful personality.“

”You’re a simp.“

”That’s not what you called me earlier tho.“

A grin slid across your face, when you thought about that moment. He wasn’t a simp when he was buried deep inside of you, that’s true. But the thought of you being on his jpg side gave you butterflies in your stomach, that meant you were a little special to him, you‘ve never seen a girl on there.

So you did just what he asked you to, laying down on your stomach, he made sure you could see your braid and you heard the camera click, indicating he took a picture. He took a few more pictures and then tapped your shoulder to tell you he was finished.

”Let me see!“

With that, he clicked on a button and the pictures he took appeared, it didn’t even look stupid, like a good Pinterest inspo even.

”You’re actually good at it. The braid looks good too!“

”Thank you love, but how can it be ugly when the muse is perfect?“

You pushed his chest and he fell down on the bed, the camera still in his hand. So before you could react he took a picture of you sitting on the bed on your knees and you let out a scream.

”What are you doing? I don’t look good, I‘m not even wearing makeup.“

”You don’t need makeup, you’re gorgeous without it, and I want to have a beautiful picture of you, is that too much to ask for? Pose for me baby.“

You let out a laugh and you heard the camera click. Next, you squeezed your cheeks with your hands, creating a little pout. Now he got up and put his left hand on your right cheek, cupping it gently, camera now full in your face, click. His thumb on your lips, click. You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb, click. He put the camera away and removed his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips on yours, his tongue entered your mouth and you fought for dominance.

”Baby you taste so good“, he whispered in between kisses.

A whimper left your mouth and you kissed him ever more, the more kisses that passed the filthier they got, creating loud smacking noises every time they met.

”I need you“, you moaned.

”You have me.“

You looked into his eyes and they got darker, now a lusty dark green. The excitement was very present in your pussy, due to you not wearing panties, you could feel your wetness forming and slowly dripping down.

”I want you out of my T-shirt and then I want to take a picture. Is that alright with you?“

You moaned at the thought of him taking pictures of you doing the deed. So the only thing you could do was nod your head.

”Words, baby, I need words.“

”Yes, Lando.“

”Good girl.“

With that, he pulled your T-shirt up and tossed it over his shoulder somewhere in the bedroom. He cupped your breast and kissed you. Taking the camera in his hand, while still cupping your boob, you heard the camera doing a click sound. Fuck this is so filthy.

”Look into the camera.“

You did what he asked you to, hearing a moan from him when you did.

”Fuck baby, you’re so hot and sexy, I hope you know it.“

He squeezed your nipple and let go of his camera, fumbling with his underwear, struggling to get it off. When he finally did, his cock sprung towards the ceiling, obviously being turned on by the filthy things you were doing. You laid on your back and spread your legs, he now got a good vision of your glistening pussy. Taking the camera back into his hand, he took a picture of you laying like that, and another of his thumb brushing through your pussy lips, collecting the juices you created again.

The room was filled with click sounds from the camera and your moans or heavy breathing. The sexual tension was almost unbearable in the room.

He now took his cock in his hand and smeared your wetness, that lingered on his thumb, on the tip of his cock, prepping it. Sliding into you, was one of his favorite things already. You could hear the camera click, taking pictures of his dick shoved inside of you, you couldn’t wait to see the pictures. He threw the camera to the side and now concentrated fully on you, moving in and out of you. With each thrust, you both came closer to your orgasm and when he circled your clit with his fingers, you were done for. Quickly he grabbed his camera and could take a picture of your face when you reached your climax. Eyes rolling back, mouth slightly open, and quiet little moans escaped your lips. Shortly after he pulled out and finished on your stomach, he rolled off of you and calmed down next to you. You wanted to clean his cum off of your tummy, when he let out a loud: ”No! I want to take a picture, give me a minute.“

You laughed and waited for him to recover, he snapped the picture and you got up and went into the bathroom, cleaning the mess up with toilet paper. Returning, you pulled the T-shirt from Lando over your head again and laid down, you were tired out from all the sport you did today. Lando also looked like he was tired out, ready to sleep.

”But now, let’s actually go and sleep, it’s late and we have to get up early tomorrow.“

You nodded and turned to lay on your side, facing Lando. He did the same, after turning off the light with the remote that laid on his bedside table and you both looked the other in the eye. Eventually, Lando pulled you close and you cuddled, until you both fell asleep in the other's arms.

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The next morning you woke up lying on your back, with Lando lying on his side, facing you. The brown haired boy was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. You took a deep breath, smelling Lando everywhere, it was like taking a bath in his smell, a bath that you never wanted to get out of. Turning around, you looked for your phone, tapping the screen gently it showed 7:49 am, great, you had another fifty minutes of sleep and you weren’t even tired. With that you turned around again, showing your back to Lando and shuffling close to him. When your back met his chest, he laid his arm around you, even in his sleep he wanted to be as close as possible.

You did fall asleep eventually, Lando’s scent lulling you back to sleep. But a loud beeping sound woke you up again, after what felt like two minutes of sleep. You groaned and pressed your back more into Lando, who let out the same sound as you did. He turned his body to snooze his alarm and cuddled back into you. With you being pressed tightly against him, you could feel something hard pressing in your lower back, you didn’t need long to figure out what it was. You wanted to tease him a little and wiggled around, acting like you tried to get comfortable.

”If you don’t stop, we‘ll not make it today“, he growled. Letting out a chuckle you stopped and turned to face him. When you looked into his eyes you let out a: ”Good morning.“

”Morning baby. How did you sleep?“

”Very good, thank you.“

”We sadly don’t have all day in bed, we need to get up in like thirty minutes, I need to pack everything, we go to your hotel, pack everything, and then we leave for the airport at 10:30 am, where we take off at 11:00 am.“

”Okay.“

You put your hand on his cheek and stroked it.

”You are very handsome, you know that?“

”Not as gorgeous as you are, tho.“

You smiled and pecked his lips, letting your thumb glide over his eyebrow. You both were startled by the loud ringing of his alarm, he ended it and clicked on a button on his remote control to open the blinds and let more light in. He laid down on his back and opened his arm to come closer to him. And you did just that, cuddling to his side and stroking his bare upper body, slowly but surely your hand wandered lower to where his dick was.

”Baby I swear, if you don’t stop, we‘ll never leave.“

”I can give you a handie or a blowie, I won’t need thirty minutes for that.“

”But it’s only a morning boner, he‘ll go away soon. And I don’t want our relationship to be built on lust you know? I genuinely like you, and not only because you are fricking hot and you give good blowjobs.“

”I really like you too, you know. And I don’t want it either, but a boner is a boner and it would be a shame to waste it.“

You looked up at him and blinked in a flirty way. When he didn’t protest, you positioned yourself on top of him and freed his dick, which sprung towards you when he did. Saliva formed in your mouth at the sight, you didn’t waste any time and got to work, spitting on your hand, wetting it to gently jerk him off. When you touched him he let out a moan, you were some kind of magician, he was sure, a handjob never felt better. After you got him fully hard with your hand, you put your mouth on him, swirling your tongue around the head and helping with your hand on the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth. The louder his moans got, the closer he was to a release, you wanted him to cum, so when you cupped his balls and slightly tickled them he came with a loud moan, painting the insides of your mouth white. You swallowed like the pro you are and came back up to him, laying down on top of him. His arms closed behind your back and he kissed your nose.

”You’re incredible, you know that? Not only a gorgeous soul but also incredibly good at giving blowjobs.“

You both laughed and he gave you another kiss on the forehead.

”We need to get up, or else we will be late. Breakfast is at the circuit, is that okay or do you want to order something from the hotel restaurant?“

”I‘m good, don’t worry.“

With that, you got up and Lando followed you into the bathroom where you brushed your teeth, hair, washed your face, and got dressed in the sweats and T-shirt you had on yesterday. You didn’t bring any makeup with you, so you had to go barefaced for now, but that wasn’t a problem. You packed your stuff in your bag, which you brought and sat back on the bed after asking Lando at least five times if you could help him pack, which was five times denied, Lando scattered his stuff in his suitcase. In between you went, folded the clothes, and packed them back neatly, as well as sorted out everything else so they would fit and it would have a system. After twenty minutes he claimed he had everything and when you reminded him of the bathroom he rushed there and gathered everything. You could only shake your head at the way his brain wasn’t fully working in the morning, but in a cute way.

So when he was finally finished and zipped his suitcase, he said: ”You didn’t need to do that for me you know? I appreciate it anyway, thank you love.“ And he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way to the lobby and then outside, hopping in one of the many taxis that waited outside. Lando named the driver your hotel address and paid him generously after arriving. Both of you went up to your room and you started with doing a light makeup for the day, you didn’t want to look too caked up but a little bit never hurt anyone. You also changed into something fancier and looked not too much. Lando chilled on your bed just like you did in his room minutes prior. When you had everything packed, it was 10:28 am, just like Lando said, you had to leave for the airport at 10:30 am.

”I‘m done!“ and with that he got off the bed and took both of your suitcases in his hand, rolling them behind him.

”You do know that I can take my suitcase as well, you don’t need to.“

”But I want to, I wish I had another hand to hold yours but sadly I don’t.“

You smiled and went to the lobby where you again, hopped in a taxi that brought you to the airport. Due to traffic, you arrived at 10:49 am, giving you only ten minutes until the helicopter was to start.

”Lando, why are you so slow? We need to catch it.“

”Will you calm down? I don’t think the helicopter, that is specifically rented for me, will take off without me“, he laughed and when you thought about it, it did make sense, now you could only laugh after slowing down as well. When you arrived at the VIP check in, you were taken to the place where the helicopters were, one guy loaded both of your stuff in the back and another guy showed you what and what not to do on a helicopter, just a safety check. And when you finally sat in it, with your headphones on, you got butterflies. You were really doing this, going to spa with a boy you met the day before. He could easily kidnap you now, nobody would know, well your best friend would know. You had faith that he wouldn’t do such thing and before you knew it, you took off and flew through the air to another country.

The flight was fun, you and Lando talked without a break and took funny pictures, but only selfies this time. Which reminded you, that you haven’t had a look at the ones you took yesterday evening. So when you landed, a car picked you up and drove you to the circuit, the butterflies only intensifying now. You were about to meet people that were holy to Lando, what would he say? Would he introduce you? And if yes, as what? Girlfriend? No, you guys aren’t together. As a friend? Technically you weren’t even friends. As the girl, he chatted up on Raya and took her to spa because she‘s a good fuck? No, he couldn’t. But you reached the circuit before you could think about it more, the door opened, Lando got out and held his hand out to you to help you get out. You took it gladly and hopped out of the car, you thought he would now release his hand, but no. He kept yours in a tight grip when he started walking toward the entrance. You followed him and smiled. Holding his hand was a good feeling, you felt protected and safe, especially in this new surroundings. Walking towards the McLaren hospitality, you now were shaking with nerves, you didn’t even know why. Meeting new people always made you feel this way.

”Are you okay?“

”Yes, Lan. I‘m just nervous. Meeting your people and all that.“

”Don’t be, they‘ll love you. I spend a lot of time with them and I know how they are, you will love them too, they’re just like me.“

”Just don’t leave me alone for the first ten minutes please.“

”I‘ll never leave you, darling.“

With that, you entered the building and you were met with a lot of people. He immediately greeted everyone that came up to him to say hi, he even took a few minutes to chat with them. So when you made your way to the offices of Zak and Andrea, you were shaking again.

”Relax love, there are barely any people here. It’s not a race weekend, only tire testing with Pirelli.“

”Barely any people? Lando that place was filled with humans!“

”Yeah, but don’t worry, the garage won’t be as filled.“

You reached the offices and Lando knocked on a door, when the door opened you were met with Andrea.

”Morning Andrea! I just wanted to let you know that Y/N will be joining me today, I spoke with Zak and he said it wouldn’t be a problem.“

”Of course not! Welcome Y/N! How are you?“

”Thank you, I‘m good, a bit nervous, it’s a lot to take in.“

”Yeah I get it! Why weren’t you there on the weekend? You missed a good weekend!“

”Well I uhm“, you looked at Lando for help, what should you say?

”She wasn’t free so I took her today, I wanted her to see what I do“, Lando said for you.

”What a shame! Maybe you can come to a race after the summer break, it’s way better than just tire testing.“

”I‘d love to, thank you.“

With that, he said his goodbyes and went back to work, and Lando was already knocking on the other door, which belonged to Zak.

He opened the door and was met with the same smile Andrea had.

”You must be Y/N! It’s nice to meet you.“

”Thank you for letting me come. It’s also nice to meet you!“

”Ah don’t worry, Lando always has free spots for a plus one. What exactly are you to Lando? I’ve never seen or heard about you before, no offense.“

”None taken, uhm I‘m uhm, a friend of Lando’s?“

You wanted to sound confident but it came out more like a question, because you really didn’t know what you were.

”Yeah exactly, she‘s a good friend and we met in Amsterdam, I figured why not bring her you know.“

”I get it, I get it, well have fun Y/N. Maybe we‘ll see each other again.“

”Thank you, I hope so too.“

You squeezed Lando’s hand and he said his goodbyes as well and pulled you to his drivers' room.

”Wasn’t that bad, was it?“

”It was fine, yes.“

”Come on, meeting the guys will be easier.“

Due to the rain, he pulled a rain jacket over his hoodie and gave you one as well. You pulled it over and it was too big on you, but you loved an oversized look. So you went to the garage where people stood and worked a little on the car, just cleaning the remainders from the weekend.

”Guys this is Y/N, my uhm friend.“

Lando did the rounds with you and introduced you to everyone. They were lovely, they all welcomed you with open arms and made you feel comfortable. When it was time for Lando to make his way around the track, you had no trouble with staying with the crew and chatting.

It did get uncomfortable when one of his mechanics asked how the two of you met, but you said online, and judging by their looks, they understood what you meant.

After two hours Lando was done, he had already done his meetings and now was fully released for his summer break. He, again, took your hand and held it until you walked to the car, picking you up to drive to a hotel. You thought he would let go of your hand once you were in the car, but you were wrong. He held it even when you sat next to each other, talking and getting to know each other.

When you arrived at the hotel, Lando checked you in and you both went up to the room. It was a rather small room, but enough for one night. It now was 4:00 pm and you still had three hours until the date with Lando. Lando removed his shoes and jumped onto the bed.

”It’s bouncy, the last bed was hard, what do you think is better?“

”I think hard, when you fuck me, the whole bed will shake.“

He smirked and patted the space next to him, on which you laid down. When you cuddled into his side you noticed you tired you actually were, you didn’t catch much sleep during the week due to you working late and having to get up early, and last night, Lando kept you up for most of it. You needed a nap, and when you looked Lando into his eyes, you noticed that he felt the same.

”Should we take a nap? I‘m fucking tired.“

You nodded with your head, ”I was about to say the same actually.“

You both removed the denim you had on and now laid down on the bed again, cuddling under the blanket. You were glad he texted you, it felt like he was the best company ever and you only met him a day ago.

Two hours later you woke up, feeling completely out of this world, you needed a few minutes to figure out who and where you were. When you saw Lando being asleep, you thought about waking him up. After all the date would start in an hour but did he need that much time for getting ready? You doubt it.

So with that you got up and started to do a little heavier makeup look, nothing bad, just a touch up and the eyeshadow got a shade darker. You picked out the clothing for later and after thirty minutes it was time to wake Lando. With your hand on his shoulder, you started to quietly shake him.

”Lando, baby, wake up. It’s almost time for us to leave.“

You felt him stir and look at you with the same expression you had earlier, he clearly was somewhere else, so you laid down next to him and let him wake up in peace. After five more minutes, he finally came back and started getting ready as well. When he saw you in your outfit, you just put on, he couldn’t help himself but stare. He‘d never seen such a beautiful girl.

”You look fantastic baby.“

You could only blush.

The restaurant he chose was only a five minute walk, so you didn’t need to catch a taxi.

At 6:50 pm you left the hotel and made your way to the restaurant, Lando held your hand and you couldn’t feel more safe than now. It didn’t even bother you, when you passed a group of young men, which normally would have freaked you out.

When you arrived, the nice lady showed you to your table, it was in a more secluded area, where you two could have some privacy. Sitting down, the waiter came and took your drink order, after a few seconds you both settled for a fruity cocktail. The pizzeria wasn’t as filled with people as you had thought and you were thankful for it. You skipped through the menu while talking with Lando, he couldn’t choose either, too many yummy things were listed, and you eventually both settled on pizza. You could never go wrong with a pizza, could you?

You liked how easy things were with Lando, you never had a silent minute, and you were always talking about something. Learning new things from the other with every word. He was such a goofball, always making you laugh and giggle, as well as he was a gentleman, paying for the meal and helping you with your chair. He complimented you with everything you did.

When the pizzas arrived you only stopped talking, when the mouth was full, otherwise, you talked about your future plans, family, your jobs, hobbies, and whatnot. You couldn’t remember anymore, it was so natural at this point, that it felt like your hundreds date.

Lando ordered the bill and paid the meal, not listening to your protests of wanting to help him with that, he only gave you a stern look, but in a funny way. When you made your way out of the restaurant and into a park that was nearby, Lando wanted to ask you a question, he had on his mind the whole day.

”So will you come with me and my family on holiday?“

part three

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #formula 1

[flowerxbunnie]

can you pls pls write about shy reader she and chris are a recent couple and one day he founds out that she likes dirty talk and tries that with her

Dirty Secret

Chris x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUTTYYY smut, lots of dirty talk, degradation/praise

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

Tags: @lustfulslxt

Chris’s POV

I can’t wipe the dumb smile off my face as I peek at Y/n’s nightstand, multiple tubes of chapstick covering the surface along with notebooks, pens, scrunchies, and lots of half empty water bottles. Her personality shows in her room so clearly, methodic but carefree.

These past four months have made me nothing but happy. We’ve done a good job at keeping our relationship out of the public eye after agreeing she didn’t want to handle any kickback from my fans yet. I hate that I can’t show her off, but it’s for the best, at least at this point.

I roam around her room with no ultimate goal, just waiting for her to get back from her nail appointment and I got bored. I scan her makeup table, brushes and random products strewn about as evidence that she’d been here hours before. Her jackets and hats hang on a hook behind her door and I run my fingers across the different fabrics, moving closer to inhale the vanilla scent that floods my mind with images of her. Fairly lights twinkle above her bed, something I’ve definitely taken notice of during all our nights tangled in her sheets.

I move to her bookshelf and look at all the spines of her books, some neatly lined up and some thrown haphazardly into piles. There’s collectible figures of the things she likes, crystals, and random little trinkets littering the shelves. I can’t help but reach out and touch the book that’s lying on the shelf at my eye level, running my fingers along all the multicolored sticky notes she’s placed into her favorite pages.

I guess it was a little too close to the edge, because even my light touch caused it to topple over and fall open, landing face down on the carpet below. I breathe out a curse and lean down to pick it up and put it exactly how I found it. I don’t want Y/n to think I’ve been snooping, because I haven’t. I’m just admiring all the little things that make her room feel like home to her.

I close the book and bring it back up to the shelf, turning it around to glance at the cover. Priest by Sierra Simone. I know a lot about Y/n already, but I didn’t know she was into religion. Sounds like a biography from the summary on the back. Something about a priest breaking their vow of celibacy and needing to confess. My interest is growing, I didn’t think she would enjoy this kind of book, maybe I should take a peek?

I pick the first sticky note my fingers brush across, knowing Y/n highlighted it for a reason. An audible gasp falls out of my mouth as a skim across the words on the page.

“Stay the fuck still, or I’m going to come before I want to, and if that happens, then I will take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn how to listen.”

“What the fuck?” I question out loud.

I flip through multiple pages, each sticky note highlighting incredibly filthy words. It’s a fucking sex book. My cheeks burn at the thought of her reading these while she’s alone in her room, wondering what she looks like as she’s turning the pages and writhing with anticipation. I grab onto a pink sticky note and pull on it, flipping it to the page and reading what she had highlighted.

“But I won’t lie. It makes me hard as fuck knowing that I was the first man to taste you.”

This sticky note has her own handwriting smeared across it. I squint to make out the words.

If Chris would have said that to me…

Ouch, I think?

I’m not a vanilla guy by any means, but I’m not the weird fuck from 50 Shades of Grey either. I think our sex life is great, it’s more than enough to keep me satisfied. We’ve made love in the car, fucked while she was bent over her dining room table, stolen kisses in restaurant bathrooms after we snuck away from our friends. It’s all been so exciting to me, and even better because it’s with her.

I continue flying through the pages, my eyes widening at every line she made a point to come back to. This dude talks so much while he’s fucking this chick.

“No, don’t touch yourself, sweetheart. We’re going to get there together.”

Remind Chris to be more vocal!

It all clicks in my bird brain. I’m a fucking idiot. She’s highlighted almost all dialogue. She wants me to talk more during sex. I’ll admit, I’m not the best at speaking my mind while she’s bouncing on me or sprawled out below me. But why hasn’t she told me yet? I hope she hasn’t been disappointed with how things have been going.

I put the book back and angle it as best as I can remember, moving to lay down on top of her comforter. I stretch my back out and throw my arms behind my head, thinking about what I’m going to do when she gets home.

Y/n’s POV

I take my keys out of the door and lock it behind me, smiling as I see Chris’s sneakers sitting on the shoe rack in my entryway. My nails took way longer than I expected and I’m just so excited to be able to waste the rest of my day away with him. I make my way down the hall after placing my shoes next to his and creep into my bedroom, sprinting and jumping to lay beside Chris who’s stretched across my bed.

“Hiiii baby, I missed youuu!” I singsong before pressing a kiss against his stubbly cheek.

“Mmm, missed you more.” he mumbles into my neck as he turns and molds his body into mine.

His arms encircle me and the smell of his cologne floods my senses, washing a wave of comfort over me. I could lay like this forever.

“Let’s see the nails,” he says as he breaks away from me, suddenly sitting up and grabbing my hands.

I sit up beside him and watch as his large hands hold my own, moving my fingers around and watching the duo chrome polish shift colors in the light. His smile spreads from ear to ear as he takes notice of the “C” I asked the nail tech to paint onto my ring finger.

“Aren’t they so cute??” I squeal, so ecstatic at the way they turned out.

“So cute,” he coos, bringing them to his lips to place a tender kiss on each finger. “I think they’d look even cuter wrapped around my cock.” He says in a low growl as he brings my hand down to his lap, shoving my palm onto the fabric of his sweatpants.

I feel his erection through the layers of clothing, rock hard and throbbing. I can’t help but gasp at his words, I’ve never heard him speak like this before. I watch as his pupils dilate, the black overtaking the blue of his iris as he flickers his eyes to my lips.

“Nothing to say, sweetheart?” He asks almost in a belittling tone.

“N-no I just.. I’ve never heard you say something like that,” I squeak out as he pushes my hand down with more force.

“What, you don’t like it?” He says with a smirk.

“I don’t know.. I th-think so..” I stammer.

“When were you gonna tell me, hm? Such an innocent girl reading such filthy books. Does it turn you on?” His hand leaves mine against his hard on and comes up to caress my cheek.

“Huh, what are you talking about?” I spit out at him, my cheeks igniting red with visible embarrassment.

Has he snooped through my room?

“I saw it all, baby. And it’s okay. It’s okay if you need me to tell you how dirty of a girl you are, or how good you make me feel. You have to let me know these things..” he trails off as his thumb brushes against my lip, smearing my peppermint chapstick onto the corner of my mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, Chris. I don’t… I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I was weird.” I look down, intimidated by his cold gaze, and he tilts my head back up, his eyes serious.

“It’s not weird. Do you touch yourself to those books baby? Reading about a man talking to a woman like that.. does it make you feel good?” He whispers the last sentence and his free hand finds my inner thigh, caressing and warming my skin.

I nod sheepishly, afraid to speak my thoughts out loud to Chris.

“Use your words. Do you ever imagine it’s me saying those things?”

“Y-yes… every single time.” I say as I release a breath.

He groans and pushes my hair behind my ear, inching closer to me and ghosting his lips over my ear. “Such a naughty girl.”

Shivers fall down my spine as he places a kiss onto the sensitive skin between my ear and jaw, his lips lingering and sucking lightly. He slides the hand on my cheek to the back of my neck, lacing his fingers into my hair and pulling down, my neck exposed to him.

“Look at the way your body reacts to me.” He whispers, placing a finger onto my jugular, and I feel it pulsing mercilessly beneath his touch.

He moves his hand to grip around my throat, his thumb and fingers pressed firmly against both pulse points of my neck. My head begins to tingle, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. His lips pepper wet kisses along my jaw, every one of them seeping into my skin and heightened from the constricted blood flow.

“You like that, my hand around your throat? I could squeeze as hard as I want.” he says before constricting his grip.

My core begins to throb hearing his inner thoughts spill from his mouth. My field of vision starts to shrink, a black vignette closing in.

“I’d never hurt you like that, sweetheart. But don’t you like the risk?” He suddenly releases his hold on my throat and all my blood rushes back up into my head. I’m dizzy and completely aroused for him.

I nod furiously before his lips crash against mine, low growls seeping out of his throat and being released into my mouth. He bites and tugs at my bottom lip before pulling away and licking a hot stripe up my chin and back up to my mouth. His lips meet mine again, his mouth open and begging for my tongue. I push it into his mouth only to be dominated, not standing a chance as his hunger grows.

Chris’s hands latch onto my hips, lifting me off the mattress and into his lap, his erection poking at my core. He breaks the kiss and grabs the hem of my shirt, sliding his hands up along with the fabric. I help him get it off, discarding it somewhere in my room. His eyes burn holes into my chest, examining the bralette covering the skin. He grabs the bottom and slides it up, my breasts bouncing as they fall out in front of him. He pushes the excess fabric up to rest on the plate of my chest.

“Fuck, Y/n. If I died with my face in your tits I’d be happy.”

He begins ravaging my breasts, nipping and licking and leaving red and purple marks across the skin. He sucks my nipples while looking so deep into my eyes I start to think he can see the back of my skull. The line of pain and pleasure is completely blurred when he takes one of my swollen nipples between his teeth and tugs on it.

“F-fuck, Chris..” I cry out, bucking my hips instinctively and pressing down onto his throbbing dick.

He lets out a deep moan, gripping my waist and prompting me to stop my movements. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

I let out a little grin and begin to rock back and forth again, his head falling against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut. His cock rubs against my clit through the multiple layers of clothing, but the pressure and friction still causes both of us to pant and moan in unison. He brings his head back up and grips my hips tighter this time, my body unable to move.

“Such a dirty girl. Can’t listen to simple instructions.”

He removes his shirt, a layer of sweat starting to form on his skin, then brings my bra over my head, not bothering with the clasp. He throws it across the room and then lifts my legs to remove my shorts before lifting me up and sliding his sweatpants off, all of which meet the same fate as the rest of the discarded clothes. He presses a hand against my chest, my back hitting the bed as he pushes me down. He comes to hover over me, his eyes dark and half lidded. His knee is pressed inbetween my thighs touching my core with a teasing amount of pressure.

“You’ve already made such a mess, baby..” he says with false concern, referring to the wetness that has seeped through my panties and is touching his skin.

“I’m s-sorry..” I whine, fighting the urge to grind against his knee.

“Don’t apologize, sweet girl. I’ll help you out.”

Chris trails kisses down my chest and stomach, randomly sucking marks into my skin on the way down. He circles his tongue around my navel before licking across it, a trace amount of his warm saliva dripping in. He traces his tongue along the lace hem of my panties, his breath burning against my skin as he grips it with his teeth.

“Please, Chris..” I whine and push him closer to the place I need him most.

His eyes show his grin as he dips his face down, flattening his tongue across the fabric covering my core. He licks and sucks at it, humming and closing his eyes as he spreads my legs apart.

“So sweet,” He whispers as he flicks his tongue up and down.

He hooks his fingers into the band of my panties and pulls, his mouth only disconnecting for a brief second to slide them down my legs before his tongue finally connects with my bare pussy. I arch my back off the bed and cry out as his tongue works against my heat. I’m a mess under him- gripping the sheets, tugging on his brown waves, grabbing my own breasts, doing whatever I can to release some of the tension building up in my body.

“You like the way my tongue feels on you, princess?” He asks in a raspy voice as he wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yes.. fuck please keep going..” I pant, not wanting to lose momentum as my climax has started inching its way to the top.

“How about you do what you need? Use my face and get yourself off.”

He leans back down and presses his tongue against me, holding still as he keeps eye contact. I start circling my hips, feeling the way his tongue remains in place as I grind against it. I grip onto his face and pull it closer, moving my hips down so his nose rubs my clit and his tongue rubs up and down my folds. I buck up and down in complete control and he hums against me to the point I feel like my intestines are vibrating. I speed up and increase the pressure as my stomach begins to ache with a familiar feeling.

I nearly scream, tensing up as my body burns through my climax. He remains still just letting me use him as I ride through it and come down, my grip on his hair relaxing and my body falling slack on the bed.

“Taste yourself baby. Let me show you what you did, all for me.” He whispers against my lips after he climbs to hover over me.

I’m still trying to catch my breath as his lips collide onto mine. I taste my own juices on his tongue, sweet and tangy. He presses his hips down onto my stomach and reminds me of his need, humping forward a few times and moaning into my mouth.

“Now are you gonna bend over or just sit there and look pretty?” He growls as he swiftly stands up and pulls his boxers down.

His pink tip is swollen and leaking precum. His grips his hand around his base and squeezes until his knuckles turn white, his head falling back out of pleasure or maybe the throbbing pain, there’s no way to tell. His eyes lock onto mine and he starts pumping up and down on his dick, sucking in a sharp breath.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

I pull myself to my feet as quick as I can and limp to the end of the bed, my legs like jelly after tensing up so hard.

“That’s cute. Can’t wait to carry you to the shower after this one.” he smirks and licks his lips.

My breath hitches as I turn around and bend over the footboard of the bed. His hands run up and down my ass, jiggling it before giving me a light smack with both hands. I gasp, jumping forward and my ribs hit the wood I’m bent over.

“So fucking hot, can’t believe this is all mine,” he coos, running his fingers down my folds before wiping my juices onto my lower back.

I feel his head against my clit, slick with warm precum. He soaks himself in my juices as he swipes it across my entrance, barely dipping in as he grips my hip with one hand.

“Chris.. oh my god. P-please just fuck me.” I whine, my legs already shaking and twitching.

“Mmm I plan on it, baby.” he whispers before slowly pushing forward.

He slowly gives me inch by delicious inch, my walls stretching around his thickness as we moan out together. He starts slow and stays deep inside me, barely pumping in and out. He runs his hands up and down my spine as he rocks into me, his breathing slow and controlled. My pussy clenches around him as his tip brushes repeatedly over a sensitive spot.

“P-please Chris go faster,” I draw out in a moan.

He listens. His thrusts become rough and rapid, my ribs slamming against the wood with each stroke but my brain seems to tune it out. He keeps his grip on my waist with one hand and reaches around to my face with the other, shoving two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them hard, swirling and lapping my tongue around them.

“Such a fucking slut, so willing to have all your holes filled, aren’t you?” He pants as he hooks his fingers onto the corner of my mouth and pulls back.

“Nhgnh.. fuck..” is all I can manage through his manipulation of my mouth.

“What? Am I fucking you dumb? Can’t even get your words out.”

I moan in response and feel my pussy throbbing around him, my lower abdomen on fire as I climb to my next release.

“S-so close..” I mumble as drool drips down my chin.

He lets go of my mouth and grips my waist, his thumbs pressing into the dimples on my back.

“You need me to cum in you, don’t you? I know you wanna be filled up, so full your eyes start to float.” He pumps as deep as he can go, my eyes rolling back into my head and words failing to form. “Answer me.” He spits with a smack on my ass.

“Please… p-please cum in me. Need it.. s-so bad Chris!”

With that he shoves his hips against me and shoots his hot load into my pussy, coating my walls as I fall over the edge with him. I’m screaming his name as he moans mine, pure ecstasy echoing through my room. I feel his cum leaking down my legs, such a big load that it has nowhere else to go. His thrusts slow down before they come to a halt, his dick still twitching inside me.

He pulls out and hums as he backs up and takes in the sight in front of him. I have no energy to stand, my muscles aching and tired.

“Look at that. God I wish I could burn this into my brain.”

He walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my torso and lifts me, my legs helping very little to hold me up. He hooks an arm under my thighs and picks me up to hold me bridal style. I’m so tired that my head can only manage to flop against his chest, and I hear his rapid heartbeat in my ear.

He starts to walk towards my bathroom but first places a lingering kiss on my forehead. I can feel the smile on his lips.

“Told you I’d have to carry you to the shower.”

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Hello!! How are you?? I'm sorry for the difficult week... and thank you very much for answering me, I'm simply delighted! And don't worry, your writing hasn't been affected, it's still great! If she hasn't gotten better! And I'm glad you like the requests... I think they're silly🥹

But get better! And if you don't mind, I have one more request🤭 I imagine something where maybe Rhys went out and left the reader at home, but maybe, some of the boys, Cass or Az, stayed at the house, and they didn't know they weren't alone , so what, they end up attacking the reader thinking she is an enemy? And Rhys senses her fear of the bond and goes to help her? I imagine Rhys super angry, and protective of the reader, taking care of her and being cute...

(I read your recent Azriel story which was based on a movie, just amazing! I loved it!)

Safe.

Rhysand x f!Reader.

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Warnings; abuse, a bit angst.

Thank you so much. I hope you enjoy this too!!! I really enjoy your requests.

Being the High Lord’s mate could be very beneficial when you strolled around Velaris, most faeries didn’t even dare to look at you while others like most store owners gave you the best products they had, not because they fear Rhys, they do it because they love him. If you could take all the hate for him from the court of nightmares and multiply it by one million, then you would have the love for him from Velaris. You and Rhys knew that your whole life would change now so you decided to take things slow so you can adjust better and that is the reason you haven’t moved in together yet. Rhys would come over to your house most nights while the rest you would stay with him at the house of wind, recently though you both started searching for your dream house, a place that would represent both you and him and hopefully the rest of the family you will create.

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You woke up in your mate’s arms with your head on his chest and your legs tangled, you loved mornings like this so much. You pressed your body harder into his warmth and glanced up, he was awake too with a smirk on his face and those violet eyes staring back at you. The sun was hitting his eyes in a way that they sparkled and his whole face looked even more sharp.

“Good morning beautiful” his deep morning voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Good morning handsome” you replied and kissed his naked chest.

“I have to go to the day court today, me and Helion have some matters to discuss” he informed you and rubbed your back.

“But today we were supposed to go see the house by the Sidra” you frowned.

“I know but this is urgent” his voice softer than before, a silent plea for you to understand him.

“Okay…” you nodded and pressed yet another kiss on his chest.

“I will take Cassian with me so if you need anything find Azriel” he said as he rolled you on the bed next to him and got up.

“Okay I want to stay in bed for a little longer, I will ask Azriel to fly me home later” you smiled and pulled the blanket higher. Rhys chuckled and started getting ready.

“I’m leaving… don’t miss me much” your mate smiled and leaned over you to give you a soft kiss.

“I’ll survive” you teased him, and he scowled playfully before giving you another kiss and hurrying off.

You rolled over to his side and pressed your face on his pillow, his musky scent of cinnamon and cedar still there. You sighed in content and closed your eyes. Sleep came over easily and a few hours later you felt well rested, so you got ready for the day.

You wore a pair of leggings and threw one of Rhysand’s shirts on, the need to feel him around you growing as you inhaled his scent again. You strolled around the house to find Azriel, you couldn’t see his shadows anywhere. Weird. You thought and kept looking.

Azriel was sitting in his office trying to put some mission reports in order when he heard light footsteps. He glanced around and ordered his shadows to find out who was in the house. They didn’t come back, and this made him tense, he knew that Rhysand and Cassian were at the day court, Amren was doing some research so she spent all day in her apartment and Mor was in the court of nightmares handling some issues with her father. No one else could enter the house without him knowing. The shadowsinger reached for his dagger and cursed when he remembered that he placed all of them in his room in order to clean them. He got up and walked out, walking quietly as a cat down the hall and ready to pounce on the stranger. When he located where the stranger was, he jumped on him, sending both of them on the ground and in one swift motion he manoeuvred himself so he could bang the victim’s head on the ground, when he did a feminine groan filled the silence and he glanced down. The hair looked familiar, and he rolled the female on her back, a gasp leaving him when he noticed it was you.

You were unconscious with blood streaming down your forehead.

“Oh no no no” he cried out and picked you up hurrying off to find Madja.

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You woke up with a terrible headache and pains around your whole body. You squinted and noticed an unfamiliar ceiling and then it hit you. As you were walking around the house of wind Azriel jumped on you from behind sending you face-first to the floor and then he banged your head against it. You were too busy playing with his shadows to even realise that someone was behind you. You groaned and tried to sit up when rough arms pushed you back down.

“Hey it’s okay…. you’re okay… you need to rest” it was Azriel who spoke, and you looked at him. His eyes were red, his face swollen and his hair a tangled mess.

“I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t know that Rhys left you in the house”.

“It’s okay Az, you didn’t mean it. It’s not your fault I should’ve shouted your name since I was looking for you. You had no way to know that I was still in there.” You croaked and caressed his scarred palm.

“I feel terrible, and I deserve everything that Rhysand will do to me when he gets here. Please don’t stop him.” His voice was soft.

“No, it’s not your fault and I won’t let Rhysand hurt you” you said and squeezed his hand.

You could feel Rhys frantically pulling the bond and before you had a chance to pull back to reassure him that you’re okay the door almost snapped in half as someone forcibly pushed it open and your mate burst in. He was standing there frozen, his eyes wide as he scanned your form, and his power flowing out of him and suffocating everything. You shivered as you felt it, the power was raw and primal and it felt like the night came, like the sun would run and hide in fear. A low growl left his throat, and he marched closer picking Azriel by his shirt’s collar and pushing him against the wall.

“You fucker” he yelled and pushed him harder. “I’m going to fucking end you”.

“Rhys… baby it’s okay. He didn’t mean it it’s my fault” Rhysand didn’t budge. “Please baby he didn’t know I was there” you tried to get up almost falling on your knees by the pain and dizziness. This snapped your mate out of trance, and he rushed to you helping you back into the bed.

“Stay” he ordered and turned to go back to Azriel. You managed to grab his arm and pull him back to you.

“It’s okay y/n I deserve it” Azriel said and nodded.

“No you don’t, shut up and go. I’m fine. Everything is fine” you said and tightened your grip on Rhysand.

Azriel bowed his head and left, you made a mental note to find him again and reassure him that everything is okay. Your heart couldn’t stand seeing guilt tearing him apart.

“What happened? I felt your fear down the bond and then Azriel reached through his mind and told me he hurt you” Rhysand said as he cupped your jaw.

“I was walking around the house trying to find him and I got distracted by his shadows… I was playing with them and Azriel jumped on me, he didn’t know it was me though.” You explained.

Rhysand shook his head a low growl leaving him. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have let you in the house alone.”

“No, it’s just an unfortunate event, its no one’s fault” you whispered and caressed his arm.

Rhysand took you home and spend the rest days taking care of you, he wouldn’t let you get out of bed and even when you needed to use the bathroom, he would pick you up carry you there and wait outside to take you back to bed.

“Baby I’m okay. Everything healed I want to go out today.” You whined and he smiled sweetly.

“Okay, get dressed I have to show you something” he said and got up.

He picked you up, his wings emerging from darkness and shoot to the sky, after a few minutes you landed next to the Sidra. You looked around and you jaw dropped when you saw the big estate there. It was made from stone and marbles, with a huge garden and the biggest windows and balconies you had ever seen.

“Rhys this is beautiful” you exclaimed.

“This is our home. You will be safe here and we can finally start our family.”  He smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Our family” you whispered and leaned back into him.

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01. “The start of nothing.”

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“BUZZ!! BUZZ!!”, the bulky alarm clock that sits on your nightstand sang. Mumbles escaped your lips as you slowly started to awaken from your slumber. Getting irritated from the repetitive siren, you forced yourself up and unplugged the whole device. “Fucking hell.”, you mumbled to yourself, already knowing today was gonna be a long day. Every semester, everyone’s schedule gets changed because you’re required to take 4 classes each semester, unless you have release time. Last Friday, everyone got their schedule and you came to find out you have no classes with your two closest friends, Arianna and Maia. Which you were really annoyed about because you don’t really talk to anyone else. (But hey, at least you guys have lunch with each other!!) It’s not even like you cannot make friends, you just kinda choose not to, better to keep your friend group small anyways. 

After staring into the abyss for 5 minutes, trying to gain your consciousness, you decided to do something productive and hopped in the shower. After refreshing yourself for the day, you decided to wear an oversized, multi neutral color sweater and some dull colored jeans that weren’t your exact size, but not exactly over sized either. You added some jewels to your fit, so you looked less dead. Not having the energy to put on your usual makeup routine, you decided to apply mascara to your lashes and wore your favorite lip combo. After you were satisfied by how you looked, you grabbed your headphones and headed down stairs. 

“Morning sleeping beauty, how was your sleep last night?”, voice coming from the man sitting down on the table chair, reading the latest newspaper like the old man he is. “Morning papa! My sleep was decent, wished I could’ve slept in though.”, you sigh as you’re putting on your UNIF Phoebes. “You know what happened last time I let you stay home, don’t need your mother being pissy towards me.”, your father opened his mouth to add on, but decided not to say anything else at the last second. You shift around in the kitchen, grabbing the chicken wrap you made last night and a bottle of water. Walking to the door to grab your book bag and stuffing all your items necessary for the day in it, “Alright, I’m leaving now. Stay safe, love you!”, you walk out the door to see Adrianna and Maia waiting for you.

You enter the back seat of the jet black Toyota Corolla, which belonged to Adrianna. As you enter the car, your ears immediately get blasted by the lyrics coming from the aux, however since it’s Window Seat by Erykah Badu, it's a valid excuse to be blasting music that loud at 7:15. “Hey boo, you look so adorbs today!”, your effortlessly pretty friend, Maia, tells you while staring at you through the rearview mirror. “Thanks my love, feel so shitty today, so that made me feel a little better”, you groan as you start to slouch in the car seat, dreading the fact y’all would be arriving at school in the next 10 minutes. Adrianna giggles at you, you were always the dramatic one out of the trio, “Trust and believe that you can last 3 periods without us until lunch. Plus, you could use this as an opportunity to get to know more people!” Maia nods her head agreeing with Adrianna. Even though you have Maia and Adrianna, your friends really were persistent in you meeting new people, especially since this was y’all last year, they just didn’t want you regretting missing out on so many opportunities. “Sighhh, I guess I could.”, you continue to slouch in the car seat, while Adrianna starts singing her own adlibs (that she swears up and down eats) and Maia groans in annoyance because she's gonna go crazy if Adrianna continues singing.

The first day with your renewed schedule wasn’t all that bad, but wasn’t interesting either. Well, not until your third period class. Your first period was Spanish IV, you sat in the back so you won’t gather much of your teacher’s attention later in the year. Even though you enjoyed learning Spanish, you hated when your previous Spanish teachers would randomly pick on you to read out a question or sentence they had on the board. Although, as you were seated in the back of the classroom, you noticed a certain auburn hair colored girl, she really only caught your eye because she was fast asleep during the little icebreakers your teacher showcased on the board. She was so into her sleep that you almost envied her, wishing you could sleep just like a newborn baby who just got breastfed just like she was. You whipped out your phone, not wanting to look like a creep for staring so hard and scrolled through r/AITA thread until class ended. 

When the period ended, you and your friends met up with each other so y'all could walk each other to class, even if y'all had to go separate ways. “Bro there’s this girl in my class and I swear she’s the love of my life.”, Adrianna dreamily sighs thinking about the girl’s captivating beauty and her alluring smile, while you and Maia give her the stankest side eye. “Babes.., this is like the 3rd girl you swore was the love of your life in the past 2 weeks.” Adrianna redirected her attention to Maia while you added on, “no actually, and then they be the most vile looking creatures I’ve seen.”, Adrianna rolled her eyes at the both of you raining on her parade, “Why can’t y'all ever support me? If I wanna fall in love with every woman I meet, y'all supposed to be my best wingmen.” Adrianna playfully argued with the both of y'all before the warning bell rudely interrupted. “Oh shit, we gotta go. I’m not tryna get caught up in the hall sweep again.” All three of y'all quickly scattered as y'all said your goodbyes, thankfully your class was nearby, so you weren’t late!

You walked into your calculus I class, only to find there was one seat left and it was right in the front too. You already knew you were gonna despise this class, as you sat down in the seat, your teacher began to pass out papers to the class, “To those who just walked in, I’m passing out a review paper of different pre-calculus problems to refresh your memories for next class because we’ll be getting straight into the lesson.” Students around the classroom mumbling and groaning in annoyance, all you can do is just sit in silence as you’re about to fall into your inevitable doom. Your teacher hands your own paper, you look at the first question, only to find out you’re completely cooked.

After that abominable second period, you decided to go straight to your AP Physics class rather than hanging out with your friends during the passing period because you wanted to have the opportunity to pick your seat without being limited. However, that wish got immediately crushed when you walked in the classroom just to see assign seats displayed on the board, “are you fucking serious right now.” you think to yourself trying not to crash out in the middle of class. You look at the name of the girl who sat right next to you, Abigail Anderson. You’ve heard good and bad things about the girl, but you didn’t know her yourself personally, so you didn’t really have your own opinion on her. You looked away from the board scanning the room to find y’all seats, only to see the muscular girl on her phone, paying no attention to her surroundings. You sat next to her feeling really awkward, especially since she didn’t even look up at you to acknowledge your presence. 

As the bell rings, your teacher starts to explain the reason why she has y’all in assign seats. Your seatmate is your assigned partner for any class work y’all have if it requires it and completing the study guides with each other, since the curriculum cannot be fully covered in class,  you and your partner are responsible for teaching it among yourselves. You quietly celebrate in your head, relieved from the awkwardness from having to find your own partner. However, that relief is short-lived as your partner, Abby, raises her hand up, drawing the teacher’s attention. “Is there an issue, Ms. Anderson?” Your teacher asks as she views her clipboard to make sure she addressed the girl's name correctly. “Are we allowed to request a new partner?”, right then and there, a surge of embarrassment washes over you completely. “Unfortunately no, In the real world you’re gonna have to work with people you don’t want to or don’t know, so you need to get prepared for that starting now!”, your teacher firmly says. You catch a scoff and a muttered remark from Abby, being reluctant about working with you. Normally, you’d let shit slide, but today your mouth moves before you can stop. “Alright, now you’re doing entirely too fucking much, acting like I desperately wanna work with you or something.”, Abby turns her head to face you, giving you an insulting gaze before opening her obnoxious ass mouth to speak again. “Not my fault you look like an insufferable person, I personally don’t wanna work with someone who’s gonna cause me headaches.”, as she continued to speak, the more agitated you were getting, how is she gonna label you as an insufferable person when she doesn’t even fucking know shit about you?? Fuming with frustration, you're about to respond when the teacher intervenes, “Alright ladies, calm down. I don’t need any of that happening in my class, if y’all have problems with each other y’all can solve that on your own time. Anyways back to what I said previously...” As the tension eases, your teacher returns to her lesson, though the uneasy atmosphere lingers in the air. Throughout the remainder of class, your mind could only focus on the things Abby said, unable to shake the irritation she caused. 

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The Last Call

Nanami Kento x You

I give the biggest credit to @namikyento for this idea! Thank you so much for it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I’ll post more of Our Love Story after this weekend!

(Song Inspiration: we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by Ariana Grande)

You stared blankly at the blank word document on your laptop. The ringtone from your cell phone pulling you out of your daze. You looked at the caller I.D. with a racing heart. All of the hope you had was suddenly gone when it wasn’t who you wanted it to be.

“Emi. Are you okay?” you asked, tone with disappointment but also worry that she called.

“Let’s go out,” she said. “You need a night out.”

“I’m fine.”

“You haven’t been fine for the past four months. I think you got worst,” Emi pointed out.

You were quiet. You felt everything disappear from your grasp. And you hated yourself for letting that feeling consume you more and more.

“You helped me out from my last relationship,” Emi pointed out. “I can’t let it consume you, too. He’s a jerk for leaving you like that. He’s a jerk for that to occur. He hurt you. Show him that you can be happy without him.”

“I—“ For the first time in a while, you let your tears fall. You tried to muffle your sobs, however, Emi heard.

“You’re my sister from another mister,” she said. “If not tonight, then I’m going to come over with both of our favorite snacks and we will watch Legally Blonde, 500 Days of Summer, and maybe John Tucker Must Die.” You let out a breathy chuckle and nodded.

“Okay,” you said as you wiped your tears away. “I’ll get the living room ready.”

The two of you huddled closely together on the couch. A large, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two as she quickly ate a bag of chips and you slowly ate your popcorn.

“These two, I still wish they ended up together,” Emi said. You nodded, your expression very melancholy.

“But he’ll find someone for him,” you said. All you could think of was him. The love you two shared that slowly disappeared and is forever gone. “We broke up once but he called me and we tried to make it work.” Emi looked at you. You haven’t spoken about the break ups. You indulge in work and an attempt to write a new book. But all of your inspiration was gone.

“And now?”

“I thought it was going to work,” you said, your voice breaking from the tears. “But…but…” You shook your head. You brought your knees towards your chest and buried your face on your knees. “Maybe I did something wrong. It had to be me.”

“No, no, and no! It was never your fault in the first place!” Emi exclaimed. “The asshole hurt you! Because I thought everything was going well! Until I started to barely see him too!”

“Then why?”

“I don’t know. You know him better than anyone. At least, that’s what he always says. So, prove that fucker wrong!”

“Okay,” you said with slight defeat. “I’ll prove him wrong.”

It didn’t happen overnight. But week by week, you would step outside and go about your daily routine. You slowly went back to your morning or afternoon walks. You stopped by your favorite bakery again, a smile becoming bright like it was before.

Today, you and Emi went shopping after you attempted to write something in the morning. You were happy to even start with brainstorming ideas. You made yourself give yourself a “me day”. And Emi never felt so proud before.

“I need new facial products,” you said. “And hair products. I need to take better care of my appearance.”

“Honey, you are gorgeous just the way you are. Your hair, beautiful. Skin, like a baby’s bottom.” You laughed and playfully hit her arm. You blushed from the compliment. It has been a while since you even received such compliments. “Everything okay though?”

“Better than before,” you said truthfully as you looked at her. “Thank you, Emi.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You helped push me,” you said. “And I needed it.”

“Good, good. Shall we do something?”

“After we shop, let’s get some alcohol and drink. It’s been a while.” Excitedly, Emi wrapped her arm around your shoulders. Again, you let out a laugh.

“Finally! My drinking buddy is back!”

The drinking didn’t last too long when you found Emi passed out on the couch by 6PM. In a drunken state, you threw the gray blanket on top of her. You poured another shot for yourself and drank some more.

And more and more, you kept drinking and drinking. You went to your room that lead to a balcony and sat down. A bottle of tequila with an empty shot glass sitting in the glass table. The cold air helping you cool down from the heat radiating within you. You scrolled through your phone. Pictures you didn’t bother to delete angered you. The happiness all gone. And it was a mistake going back down memory lane that you couldn’t stop cursing at yourself mentally. So you poured another drink for yourself to quickly down.

“Fucking jerk…” you mumbled. “I’ll give him a piece of his own damn mind…”

You went through your contacts. You forgot that you deleted his number. You felt your heart break. Much more than it had before. But why? Why would it hurt so much now? You dialed the number you only knew by heart. Your heart was racing as it rang and rang.

“Is everything okay?” That voice. The same, deep voice that brings you weak in the knees. The same voice that brings goosebumps all over your body. And the same voice that made you forget how to breathe and made your chest heavy as hell. “Y/N.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” you questioned, words slurred. The alcohol really hitting you to its core.

“You’re drunk.”

“Obviously, Captain Obvious.”

“You shouldn’t call me, sweet—Y/N.”

“Nanami Kento, you jerk! How dare you do this to me.” Your tears slipped, and sobs escaped your lips.

Nanami was in bed, tan slacks still on with his blue button up, the first few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt at peace. All he could see with closed eyes were your tears. Your tear-stricken face filled with so much hurt and pain. The sounds of your heartbroken cries before he left your apartment was engrained in his mind. And all he could feel was his own heart breaking every single day.

Every night, he goes home and pours himself a glass of whiskey. Maybe even drink two or three more to help him fall asleep, even if it’s for an hour. Tonight was the first night that he chose to not drink anything. Gojo and Shoko both encouraging him to change his bad habits. And of course, of all nights, you called.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw your name on his phone. And even though it wasn’t a greeting he usually heard from you, hearing your voice again brought him great relief. A voice he missed hearing everyday. Your voice that always makes his heart skip a beat and bring butterflies to his stomach. It made him feel something, even for a moment. But he knew, he just couldn’t lure you back in again.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. He imagined you out in the balcony, your knees hugged against your chest. And it was exactly what you were doing.

“It’s not fair,” you said. “I miss you so much. I still fucking love you and I don’t think I could love anyone else like I love you.” Nanami was silent. He swallowed the large lump in his throat, tears forming in his eyes.

“It isn’t fair…”

“We were so happy, Kento. I never understood why we broke up the first time, but you came back. And I was so happy. You were so happy. We did what we always did. We both worked, ask about our days, and we enjoy every moment we have together. I don’t know what I did wrong. If I did, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing everything right. Did I annoy you? Was I clingy? Was I overbearing?” Nanami took a deep breath, his tears falling. His heart broke more. He knew there was no way that you were in the wrong.

“No. Not at all.”

“But you! One day we spent all day together, you had a freak out moment, we came home, and made love! And the next day, you were distant! You were rarely home. You always went to bed early. You haven’t…I couldn’t…Kento, I needed you so much and you weren’t there for me. And then you break up with me.” You heard him inhale, obvious that he has been crying as well. “I don’t understand why you’re crying.” Nanami couldn’t help but just chuckle.

“You know me so well, sweetheart. Better than anyone else,” he said. His name for you. You always loved it. But tonight, you hated it.

“A-And you know what? I think I’m a great catch! Any guy would wish to have me!” Nanami held in his breath. Because he knew that was true. He glared at every guy that eyed your way flirtatiously. He always pulled you closer to him when the two of you were out, showing everyone that you were taken and his. Nanami got to be the lucky one. He had you. “And I hope you regret letting me go. Sometimes, I even hope you wouldn’t find happiness like you did with me.”

He knows that he wouldn’t.

“But I still love you,” you confessed. Everything you wanted to say to make him feel bad, you couldn’t help but pour some of your love in your rant.

And he still does, too. He sniffled. You heard him, and you cried a little harder.

“I hurt the love of my life. And I hope you find the happiness you truly deserve,” Nanami said.

His heart broke. Because he planned to have a future with you. He planned to love you to the fullest. He planned to be the one to support you. He planned to be the one to give you everything you could ever ask for. But now, all he could do was listen to you cry and keep breaking your heart.

“Goodbye, Kento.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

Immediately, you hung up. You put your phone on the table and hugged yourself tighter as you let your tears spill. You said what you have to say and it was all you could do. Your closure that didn’t feel like a closure. And all you want to do was call him to hear his voice again. To hear him tell you how much he loves you and how he’ll always be there for you. A part of you hoped that he would call you back.

Nanami lied there, tears spilling out of his eyes. His hand rested on his chest with his phone in hand. It was only past 7. A man already in bed the moment he arrived home. Everything you said to him repeated in his mind. Memories of you and him playing over and over. But it stopped when his phone rang again. He had hope. Was it you that called him?

But it all went away when he got a phone call from Ijichi. He wiped his tears away and cleared his throat before he answered.

“Ijichi-san.”

“We need you in Shibuya. It’s urgent.”

“I’ll be there.”

He sat up in bed, looking at his phone. A picture he saved of you that he never had the heart to delete. His favorite picture. A picture where you were busy typing your recent famous book. The smile on your face as you typed. Your smile so bright it added so much light to his dark and brooding life. His only regret was leaving you like this. Heartbroken and in tears. And he’ll regret it, even after death.

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[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋3-

pairings - nessy poopoo x fem!dopey stupido

summary - waking up with the girl of you dreams feels like such a wonderful thing

warnings - FLOOF

an - i’m really glad people are enjoying this series so much, i love writing it too

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Waking up used to be so terrible for you.

You hated having to remove yourself from your bed and leave the warmth it provided just to be productive in a day. Your presence was apparently rEqUiReD in school and Weems deemed it as, “Being awake for a school function is professional!”

But now after you graduated, moved into your own home, and don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, waking up doesn’t seem so bad.

Oh and you’re married too, what a plus!

Wednesday, your gothic wife, was always a morning person. Never without fail would she arise from her slumbers as precisely 7:00 AM, no more no less. You enjoyed being a night owl, weirdly Wednesday also enjoyed that you were a night owl; she would get to fall asleep on you while you either read to her or just hummed a tune she enjoyed.

Wednesday also enjoyed waking up, she loved the terrible feeling of having to leave her bed, it was such a good practice for every day. But Wednesday also loved being able to just watch you.

When you were asleep, you were relaxed. No stress was etched into your features, no lopsided grin coating your face, no witty remarks passing your lips; just you being absolutely limp.

As of this morning, Wednesday had just woken up for the day. It was a lazy Saturday in June, so birds were chirping their souls away on the windowsill while sunlight beamed in from above. One of the rays had fallen on your face, casting you in a gorgeous golden glow.

Wednesday was in awe, all she could do was stare. The sun highlighted the small nicks on your skin that were previously hidden in the shade, and Wednesday wanted to kiss all of your freckles that you had dusted across your nose.

In her black, soulless eyes, you were perfect. You were a fallen angel sent from the deepest pit of hell and into her lap. You were the thing she craved on a boring Tuesday afternoon after she finished her weekly taxidermy crafts, you were the warm, comforting embrace she desired to settle down her cold, unfortunately beating heart.

You were it for her, the drug she accidentally got herself addicted to. The way you held yourself was so alluring to her, you didn’t have a care if anyone said anything bad about you, you would just smile. Your posture and poise was strong, an attractive trait to Wednesday, and you always had the will to do almost anything.

But here you were, laying down on your shared king-sized bed as Wednesday studied you from above. She was straddled on your waist after sitting up from laying on your body. Her weight and her aroma was always enough for you to fall asleep, and if she was away you would spray a weighted blanket with her perfume just to get some sort of closure that it was her.

Wednesday enjoyed having that effect on you, the control. She liked knowing that you needed her to even do many tasks, i.e. falling asleep, cooking, going for runs without getting mugged, the simple things.

You shifted in your sleep, a small whine of discomfort passing your lips. You were waking up, Wednesday knew that from the lack of her body on yours, so she returned to her previous position of her body hooked over yours. Her legs were around your hips, locking you in place, while her arms went under your back to hold you.

“Sleep, mi amor…” She whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek as she nestled herself even closer to you.

You sighed in response, your brain shifting back into a deep sleep state at the return of your wife’s presence.

Wife. A label Wednesday never thought she would think of someone else. Her life felt to preoccupied for marriage, the devotion of oneself to another person for eternity seemed pointless and a waste of her time.

That being said, Wednesday loved you very very much. After meeting you in botany class her second year at nevermore, she became lovesick for you. She wanted you, she needed you, and now that she was finally graduated and living her long-awaited adult life, she had you.

“Nes…” You murmured int your sleep, your head turning into Wednesday’s collar bone.

“I’m here…” Wednesday cooed, her hands rubbing the back of your neck.

You had turned, your body pushing Wednesday onto her back as you now laid atop her. Your lips were incredibly close to her skin, your warm breath fanning out across her naked shoulder.

Pure bliss is what Wednesday would describe your mornings. It was such a blessing to be able to love and hold you in this peaceful state, when her whole focus was on you.

Mornings were terrible, but they always were the best start of your days.

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woke up at 6 and wrote this, then fell back asleep

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[takenbypeter]

Hi! Could you write a Hank McCoy x Reader fic with one of these dialogue prompts? (Whatever you feel like)

5. "God, you always make me blush so damn much." (Nicholas Hoult is always blushing so I thought it would be nice if Hank did as well)

23. "Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

25. "Have you been drinking enough water?" (He is a doctor)

I'm pretty sure I read every fic with him in this site and I want more.😂

Doctor’s Orders

Hank McCoy x reader

Number 25: “Have you been drinking enough water?”

(Reader is AFAB)

Hehe I couldn't decide so I did all of them, sorry it took so long, I went through like a no writing phase but I think I'm slowly returning

Sometimes you hated having a uterus. More specifically you hated it when it was that time of the month. How you hated even being born whenever that time hit and of course that was today. 

Instead of listening to your body and wallowing in pain as the cramps hit hard that morning, practically almost making you spit up your dinner from the night before, you put on your adult shoes and chose to be productive around the X-mansion as you usually did. 

Most days weren’t so bad, you’d help with the younger level kids here and there before you did some of your own training but today? Today they were rowdy for whatever reason, maybe the weather, all you knew was that you wanted this week to be done already. 

You tried your hardest to just be there, be present as you seemed to be running around all day at different peoples beck and call when all you really wanted to do was curl up and scream but of course that wasn’t like you. So you had to plaster a fake customer smile. But you could even barely do that anymore as halfway through the day you decided your body couldn’t take it anymore. So you went to the one place you knew no one would bother you. 

The labs. 

Most of the time it was just Hank in the labs and you of course didn’t want to bother him when he may be working but then again he was your boyfriend and you were in a lot of pain. So you went. 

You entered his labs slowly and peeking around the entrance, you saw that luckily he wasn’t dealing with any chemicals at the moment. 

“Thank god you’re working,” when he worked that meant everyone knew not to disturb him, well everyone but apparently you. 

His arms set down whatever thingamabob was in his hands, “please come in why don’t you?”

You did realize it was rude, “sorry,” you mumbled out as you backed up into the nearest corner and squatted down. With your knees to your stomach you instantly felt better even if only just a little. 

With your head tucked into your legs you could just feel the strange sight he most certainly had on you. “Don’t mind me…” you breathed as a big cramp just made its way, “just go about your way, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“If you think I’m going to be able to focus while you’re scrunched up in the corner like that you’re absolutely crazy.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice muffled.

You didn’t see it but you could tell Hank was staring at you. But he was staring at you not with disbelief more with worry. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Nothing just got my period this morning, I’ll be fine.” Typically this only happened to you on maybe the first two days and usually you just toughed it out.

Suddenly an overwhelming cramp could be felt in your lower stomach area, you groaned as you leaned forward, your knees now against the floor with your forehead touching the floor “…just give me a moment,” you said, refusing to move from that spot with your arms clutching your body. 

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

Ugh. That question wouldn’t have annoyed you if the answer was yes. But it’s not your fault everyone seemed to need your help left and right. 

“Maybe half a bottle so far,” you said. 

His mouth drops, “that’s not nearly enough.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you doctor,” you cut off, still hurting.  

You don’t pay mind to the noise you hear shuffling before you see a bottle being held out towards you. 

You reach out, taking it with a thanks. “Wait here,” he commands before he turns around. Not like I have much choice, you thought as you closed your eyes again feeling a little bit better as the cramps randomly subside for a moment. 

Pretty soon you hear Hank’s footsteps come back and you begin to hear shuffling beside you. Curious, you open your eyes and watch as he sets down a blanket beside you. Then a makeshift pillow made out of a jacket. 

He didn’t even have to say anything and you moved there willingly. You didn’t care that the floor was hard underneath, you were just glad to lie down somewhere. 

While you lay there on your side feeling like garbage he hands you a warm heating pad which you gladly take and he moves the water bottle closer to you before he takes another blanket and covers you with it. 

“Drink your water and let your body take a break,” he adds. 

Once he makes sure you’re all settled his eyes catch yours as you lay with a smile on your face. 

“What?”

“You love me,” you sing-song almost like a kid would. 

Although a grin starts to tug at one of the corners of his lips he reaches out dragging his hand down your face closing your eyes in the process as you would a departed person. 

“Get some rest.”

Your eyes open again as you watch him leave your side to return back to his work. ‘He loves me,’ you teased once again in thought as you snuggled with the blanket and heating pad.

~

Dialogue Prompt #2

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[headkiss]

hi there! i was wondering if i could request an eddie x reader where the reader has really severe cramps and kinda unwillingly needs eddie to take care of them? i totally get if that's not something you wanna write though! thanks for reading this all, and i hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night <3

hiii thank u for requesting!! hope u have a good day/night too :) | 0.8k words, fem!reader, period pains

Cramps were the absolute worst.

You were cursed with bad ones. They would render you immobile, basically. Curled up into a ball on the couch or the bed. Sometimes the floor, on the really bad days.

Eddie knew this, had seen it many times. He hated to see you in pain like that, especially when nothing helped that much. All he wanted to do was make you as comfortable as possible and he always did.

He was a gentle lover, different with you than anyone else.

Today happened to be a really bad one. Your stomach practically attacking you from the inside. Eddie left to go grocery shopping, checking in on you before he did and leaving with a kiss to your forehead.

They got bad shortly after he left, and you counted down the minutes until he was home. Even his presence made things better.

While Eddie was out, he thought of you. He saw your favorite snacks and grabbed them, and asked a worker which heating pad was the best.

He finished up as fast as he could and headed home. Back to the trailer he shared with you, just a couple down from uncle Wayne’s. He loved having you around, and even though he wishes it was nicer than a trailer, he’s just glad you get to share a space.

He likes your stuff on the bathroom counter, your clothes in a dresser with his, you in his bed every night.

You’re curled up the way you usually do when you feel this way when Eddie gets home. Something random playing on the TV and your eyebrows scrunched in pain.

His heart squeezes at the sight, and he wants to hold you but his hands are full of bags. He drops them on the counter, grabs the snacks he bought you, and goes to kneel on the ground in front of the couch, his face level with yours.

“Sweet girl. How you feeling?”

“Like shit. Periods suck. I’m a bit better now, though,” he knows you say that because he’s home. He smiles.

“Bought you some stuff,” he holds up the snacks, sets them on the coffee table so they’re in your reach.

“Thank you, Eds,” your voice is quiet, but your appreciation shows in your expression, the way your eyes melt just a little when you look at his smiling face.

“There’s more, hold on.”

You hear him look through the bags, open a package, and then come back. He has a heating pad in his hand, and you’re about to tell him you already have one when he speaks first.

“I know we’ve got one, but the lady at the store told me this one was the best. You wanna give it a try?”

“You’re cute,” he waves his hand in the air, a silent ‘stop it,’ and then looks at you, waiting for an answer. “Okay.”

He plugs it in, and you lift up the blanket so he can set it against your stomach. You can’t ever wrap your head around how sweet he is, how much he thinks about things like a heating pad or what snacks you like when you’re on your period. He pays so much attention, loves so wholly.

“I hope it helps, sweets. Hate seeing you in pain.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it. I wish I wasn’t so useless, though.”

It’s true, your cramps are worse when you try to stand or do basically anything. It’s like they know you’re trying to be productive and want you to stop. You hate that you can’t do much, that Eddie has to take care of you even if he reassures you time and time again that he doesn’t mind. Not one bit.

“Oh stop. ‘M gonna go put the groceries away then I can cuddle you real good, ‘kay?”

You like the sound of that. You hope he didn’t buy too many things, “be quick.”

He is, you can hear the way he shuffles around, the time he drops something and curses at himself. You smile at the idea of what he probably looks like, long limbs moving about in a hurry, his hair probably falling in his face because he hasn’t gotten a trim in a while.

Your pain flares up again and you groan, eyes pinch shut.

Luckily, Eddie shows up soon after that. He gets one look at your face and he knows that it’s worse again. He frowns, pushes the hair from your forehead.

“Poor baby.” He’s not being patronizing, he actually feels so bad for you. For anyone that has to deal with this.

“Mmm,” you shift forward, so there’s a gap between you and the back of the couch for Eddie to slide into. “Come hold me, Munson.”

“Right away, sweets.”

He squishes himself in behind you, your back to his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand spreading wide across your stomach, holding the heating pad there.

It’s the most comfortable you’ve been all day.

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[delfiore]

impressions from another time

pairing: florence pugh x reader

synopsis: you and florence start filming a movie together whilst going through a rough patch in your relationship.

a/n: i was sleep-deprived writing most of this.

warnings: y/n being frustratingly bad at communicating.

word count: 4.0k

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You walked through door, and shut it behind you. Your eyes were glued to your phone, reading an article about some politician coming under fire for saying the wrong thing. The living room was alight when you came in, which you were surprised about. The TV was on too. Florence didn’t make the effort to look at you when you walked past to get to the kitchen.

“How was dinner?”

“It was fine.” You answered, opening the fridge and looking through it halfheartedly.

You hated that you didn’t know what else to say next. You used to be able to have conversations for hours; two glasses of wine on a winter night, you and Florence talked until morning, and that was way before you started actually going out.

You heard the soft tapping of her fingernails on glass, as if she wanted to say something too, but couldn’t.

“You shouldn’t be drinking so late.” You commented, plopping a grape in your mouth and cupping some more in your left hand before shutting the fridge. “You know your stomach always gets weird after alcohol at night. We have an early flight tomorrow.”

You headed for the bedroom, but she spoke first. “You know you can still pull out.”

Letting out an exhausted breath, you stopped in the middle of the stairs. You didn’t have the energy to fight with her today. “Don’t stay up too late,” you only said, and left her there in the living room.

You had signed the contract months prior agreeing to appear in the movie. The original actor intended for Florence’s role couldn’t make it due to scheduling conflicts, so they made her get on board. At first you were ecstatic, getting to work with your longtime girlfriend, but you didn’t know when the relationship soured. All you knew was there had been way too many fights, and something has wedged itself between your bodies and your spirits.

You helped Florence bring her essentials into her trailer, all the while signing off any paperwork before the first day with a production assistant.

“I’ll have some of my stuff dropped back off in the apartment tomorrow. I’m probably not gonna need most of it anyway.” She said, after having loaded the bathroom with her things.

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll just put my stuff in my trailer.” You said.

Protocol said that you would each get your own trailer, as the other actors did, but people didn’t actually expect you both to use your own. Most people on the crew knew of your relationship, hence why yours was right next to hers.

“Right,” Flo nodded pointedly.

You recognized her attitude, but you really didn’t want to fight, so you ignored it and left her trailer.

That evening you headed out, and took time to walk around town. Dubrovnik by night quickly became one of your favorite places to be. In another life, if you worked as art connoisseur you’d definitely live here, you think. You told Florence you wouldn’t coming back for dinner, and you didn’t miss the disappointment on her face. It was something you learned to deal with, or else you wouldn’t have survived this long.

Settling into an outdoor table at a restaurant in the town square, you asked for the kitchen’s most popular dish once you’ve caught a waiter walking by. Halfway through the meal, you pulled your phone out to see if you’ve had any messages. There were only a couple of work emails and texts from your friends back home checking in. None from Flo, though.

“Sorry?” You looked up and saw a couple of young women smiling eagerly down at you. “Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah.” You mustered your best smile.

“We’re really big fans of yours. Can we take a picture with you?”

You had hoped to not be disturbed this evening, but to preserve your public image you stood up and smiled as one of the girls pointed her phone camera at all of you.

“And um . . .” she started fishing in her bag, “is it okay if you give this to Florence?”

“Yeah, no problem. Have a good night, ladies.” With giggles behind their hands, they scuttled away.

It was a greeting-card sized booklet with Florence’s character from Black Widow hand-drawn on one side, and a letter addressed to her on the other. You studied the drawing for a bit, then put it away and finished your meal.

When you got back to your shared apartment, the lights were all off. Flo was laying in bed when you peaked in. You quietly placed the card on her nightstand and went to the bathroom to shower. Slipping into bed quietly so as not to wake Flo, you watched her for a moment, her back facing you, her shoulder rising and falling with every breathe of sleep she took.

Suddenly her smell overtook your senses, and you instantly felt at ease. Somehow you thought that as long as she was with you, it was going to be okay. You were Florence and Y/N, you would work it out one way or another.

Gently wrapping your arm around her, you placed a small kiss on her cheek and retracted to your side of the bed.

Staring at the card you had placed in front of her, Florence was squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears, as she listened to your breathing even out.

Until then, Florence was ready to ignore that there was something wrong with your relationship. All great couples go through stuff, and they are great because they fix it together. She’s seen it in her own parents and they were the sole reason she believed in true love. She thought she had found it with you.

Until she saw you mingling with one of your new castmates. She felt jealousy building in the pit of her stomach, watching you laugh and converse the way that she wished you would with her.

Florence had met Hoyeon before during rehearsals. Her smiley and amiable nature made her sure that they would get along well, and maybe even form a friendship outside of work. So Flo couldn’t just start hating Hoyeon now that she’s unknowingly put herself between her and you.

She pulled out her phone, staring at the message she wrote but didn’t send to you.

Good luck today!! 💕

Florence deleted the text and headed into the hair-and-makeup trailer.

It became worse the longer the shoot went on. She felt like with every passing day it was getting harder to talk to you, as every time she did you would only answer with a word or two.

She never let this deter her from work, though. She felt like letting it show would be letting you get the last laugh, and until she figured out when the hell it all went wrong, it was not going to happen.

“‘S so nice to have another Brit on-set. In a sea of coffee drinkers, I don’t feel so alone drinking my tea.”

“It’s amazing how a cup of tea can make you feel so patriotic.” She laughed, watching her colleague settle down in the chair next to her.

Sam laughed and sipped from his mug. From where she sat, she could see the tea wetting his mustache and deflating slightly when he pulled it away.

“It’s crazy that it’s taken me this long to do a film with you.” He told her. “It felt like forever ago when we came in to read for Lady Macbeth. I was so hoping that you got the part, and then you did.”

“I’m pretty sure Will Oldroyd tore his hair out trying to decide for the Sebastian part. There were definitely several mental breakdowns.” She turned towards him in her chair, holding your gaze for a split second as you followed the director out from set.

“I adored that project. I was gutted, but it turned out great so no complaints from me there.”

Sam Claflin was a charming man. There were times when Flo had thought back to him after the Lady Macbeth chemistry read. He was married then, but she found herself slightly disappointed when he wasn’t chosen opposite her for the film in the end. The actor circle was small enough, even more so among British actors. She knew Aaron T-J. who knew Richard M. who knew Lily J. who knew Sam.

“But here we are again,” she said.

“So we are,” he flashed a smile at her. “Hey, some of us are gonna go to the pub down the street this weekend. You should come, bring Y/N too while you’re at it.”

“Yeah,” Flo nodded, her smile less now. “I think that’d be good for us.”

You were home by the time that she was. You were on the couch watching a movie, and gave her a small nod with your head turned to her.

“You’re not in bed.” To her surprise.

“Just wanted to wait for you.”

Flo didn’t say a word after that, then set her things aside to go wash up.

She showered, brushed her teeth, them began her nightly skincare routine. In the reflection, she spotted you sauntering into the bathroom, coming up behind her. Wordlessly, you proceeded to place small kisses on her shoulder where her skin wasn’t covered by her tank top.

Letting out a low sigh, she let you continue to trail kisses along her neck, up her jaw, whilst your hands coaxed her waist eagerly. You swiftly turned her around, finding her lips.

Short gasps and throaty moans filled the room as you continued making out, the physical contact dearly missed by Florence. She wanted to pretend like everything was okay, and it would be so much easier to let you carry her to the bed and fuck her like she’s been wanting for a while, but she couldn’t.

“What’s the occasion?” She asked.

“Hmm?”

“You haven’t touched me in ages.” Flo said breathlessly, feeling your kisses on her neck stop. “What’s all this for?”

You sighed, and let her go. Only then did she notice her heavy breaths, and her heart hammering in her chest.

“Do you not want to do this?” You asked. “We don’t have to.”

“I’m just tired today, that’s all.” Florence lied, partially. She just didn’t have the energy to do this today.

“Okay,” you said quietly, and put some toothpaste on your brush.

“Sam invited us to go down to the pub on Saturday. You wanna go?”

She didn’t miss the slight flare of your nose at the mention of Sam. “Yeah, sure.”

Flo went to bed, feeling a headache already brewing.

On the day, you came up with some half-assed excuse to not go. You couldn’t stand seeing Sam Claflin blatantly flirting with your girlfriend, just the thought of it made your stomach churn.

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There was a difficult scene coming up, one that would certainly attract attention from critics and make Florence shine during award season.

“Morning, Pam.” You entered the makeup trailer.

“Look who showed up, huh?” You giggled, and kissed the old woman on the cheek.

“Traffic.” You smirked, sipping on your coffee.

“Oh, please. Like I haven’t heard that excuse a million times before. It’s you putting that caffeinated stuff in your body every single time I see you. Sit down.” She teased, gesturing you towards the chair.

“You sound like my mother, Pam.” You said, making her roll her eyes. “Hey, where’s Flo?”

“Flo? She had to go to rehearsals early, for that big scene, remember? She didn’t tell you?”

When you woke up this morning, the other side of the bed was empty. You knew that about the scene, of course, just not that she’d be leaving early. There might have been a last-minute notice that you didn’t know about, Flo didn’t tell you.

“I guess not.”

When you were finished with makeup, you were told you had a few hours until your scene would be shot. You’d have some time to rest, but you soon left the makeup trailer and headed to where you knew Flo’s scene would be shot.

You stood on the side watching Flo hit her mark, as the director got behind the camera. There was a hint of nervousness on her face as she breathed in and out that you normally didn’t see. But you didn’t fret because this was Flo—Florence Pugh—and acting was like second nature to her.

A few steps away, there he was—Sam—standing on his own cue, getting ready for the scene.

“And . . . action!”

“You know everyone told me this would past, that I’d move past this—“

“Hey, let’s do that with some more emotions, yeah? Feel the grief, Florence.”

“O-Okay.” She was surprised at his remark, yet she was quick to shake it off with a few sobering blinks. Her eyes caught yours for a split second as she scanned the set.

You could see Sam’s mouth moving, “you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Action!”

“You know everyone told me this would past, that I’d move past this.” She looked more grim than the last take, eyes far in the distance.

No matter how long you’ve known Flo, how many times you watch her work, you’d never get tired of seeing her act. It was as if acting was her life force, and she always gave her all and more into every take. You were sure someone like her would go down as one of the industry’s best one day, and here you were getting to witness it first-hand, and to see the person she was behind the camera too.

“Cut!” The director, Julian pulled off his headset in frustration. “I need more, Florence! More! Come on, I know you can do it!”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been—“ You watched her through the monitor. “Let me do it again.”

Her chest was rising and falling heavily, so much so that you were afraid she might run out of breath. She started her monologue.

“You know everyone told me this would past, that I’d move past this. But how can I? How can I when he’s still out there? My precious baby boy. The police can think he ran away all he wants, but I know Liam. I know he would never, ever run away like that. Something happened to him, I know it! Something awful’s happened to my baby, and I can’t fucking do anything about it! How am I supposed to move past this when my only son is missing?!”

“Cut!” Julian yelled. “Brilliant! Brilliant, Florence!”

Despite your current situation with her, you could only smile watching her sweep the entire crew off their feet with her performance. The emotions hung so heavily on each word that made you almost believe she had lived through the torment of losing a child.

The take had been called, yet the tears never stopped, and her sobs never ceased. She was kneeling on the floor, holding her chest as her cries choked back painfully. She was crying and crying without cessation. She couldn’t stop.

“What happened?” You heard the director murmured to his assistant, and she only shrugged, puzzled.

The set was dead-silent, yet no one came by Flo’s aid, as she curled in on herself, still sobbing. Sam was dumbfounded too, and hovered over her like a powerless spring toy.

For a split second, Julian caught your eyes, just before you had taken off running to where she was. You quickly knelt on the floor, and brought her to your chest.

Her face buried itself in your neck, as her arms came to wrap around your torso. You had asked the director for a break to which he hesitated, but ultimately agreed, because he knew too—Florence was in no shape to work for the rest of the day.

“I’m here, love.” You brought her to her feet. ”Come on, let’s get out of here.”

By the time you got to her trailer, only quiet sniffle remained as a result of her uncontrollable breakdown minutes before. You guided her towards the couch at the back of the trailer, and kneeled in front of her.

“Take deep breaths for me, okay?” You said, standing up to fetch the half-drunk water bottle on the table.

You opened the bottle and handed it to her, when she swatted your hand away with a frustrated click of the tongue.

“What are you doing?” She shook her head, eyeing you. “It’s been weeks since we last had a real conversation, and now you pretend like you care.”

“No, don’t start.” You stood up, wanting nothing more than to be done with this conversation.

“When, then?” She held you back by your arm. “When we’ve already broken up, you move out, and spend your time bed-hopping or whatever it is that you’ve been doing away from me?”

“That’s not fair,” you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you can’t talk.”

“This was a mistake. I knew I shouldn’t have done this movie with you. I knew it would cause tension or amplify whatever the fuck has been going on between us.” Her voice cracked. “So what the fuck is going on between us, Y/N, because I cannot stand another day of this.”

You had been gritting your teeth this entire time, wanting nothing to do with this anymore, because the truth was you’ve been avoiding the elephant in the room ever since you first felt it. This rift between you two, like you were both standing on pieces of ice, drifting further away from each other. And like standing on ice in the Arctic, it was cold, disorienting, and isolating.

“I don’t know.” You said simply.

Flo scoffed quietly.

“Y/N, do you still want to be with me?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks hard. The truth was you didn’t quite know.

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You let yourself have one finally meal in Croatia before you had to leave. It was a Wednesday afternoon, even for this time of year it was most quiet downtown. A short walk down the square you would reach the restaurant that you dined at the first time you explored the city. Flo had flown back to LA days before, as soon as filming wrapped. You thought it must have been her trying to get away from you as quickly as possible. The conversation was left on-hold after that day, and neither of you spoke about it, or to each other for that matter other than for work.

Just before you sat down, you spotted the director with a meal of his own, sunglasses on and a cigarette in hand.

“Y/N! Come, join me!” He called before you could turn the other way.

“Hey, Julian.” You smiled. He offered you to take from his pack, but you refused.

“Have you seen much of the city while we’ve been here?“ You felt like a little kid having to sit by its guardian so as not to cause a disturbance.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I ate here the first day I came, actually.”

“Good, good. To travel is to open your mind to adventure. And for artists, that is important.” Julian took a drag, the blunt shining red at the tip. “You’re a great artist, Y/N. Your generation needs more people like you. Florence, too. I’m glad you two found each other.”

Across the square, the busker playing the trumpet had finished a song, and everybody around began to clap and drop money into the hat he put in front of himself.

“I think Flo’s better than me,” you said.

You didn’t look up, but from the corner of your eyes you could see him study you for a moment.

“There’s poise in you, Y/N. A tight-lipped coldness that made you perfect for this role. Now, I don’t know how it serves you in your day-to-day life, but that’s what makes you a great artist.”

It was easy to blame all of your problems on a single character flaw, to pretend that it’s a rotten part of you that couldn’t be fixed and people would just have to accept that part of you, because that was just who you are. But you saw how the rotten part of you—the one that Julian so highly praises—was poisoning your relationship, it was poisoning her.

“Where is Florence, Y/N?”

“She flew back home a couple of days ago.” You fumbled with your fingers.

“Listen,” Julian sat up. “Can I give you a word of guidance?” You nodded. “Sometimes we find ourselves at crossroads from which our lives would change forever once we’ve crossed them. Regret is a vicious predator, Y/N. It sneaks up on you like a ghost, when you’re eating, when you’re out running errands, when you’re making love. Once it’s got you, it sinks its teeth in and you’ll feel the pain soaking in slowly, agonizingly so. I’m proud to have done this film with you, Y/N, I really am. I just hope it wouldn’t be the end of another beautiful thing in your life.”

Your lower lip trembled, feeling Julian put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You feared the animal had already sunken its teeth into you.

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Your muscles ached from immobility, having sat on a plane for 14 hours. The sun had just risen by the time you were at your front door.

Billie was the only one to greet you with a wagging tail when you were inside.

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, scratching the spot at the back of her head that the dog so loved.

Wheeling your suitcases further inside, you left them in the living room before ascending the stairs.

You had had your thoughts written down in an unwinding Notes page, something you did on the plane. But when you saw her resting figure on the bed, tightly curled under the sheets, the words died in your throat.

You felt it again as you slowly sat at the edge of the bed, that warm feeling spreading all over your body whenever you see her, the urge to reach out and touch her. But you were afraid she would be maimed by your poison.

“Hey, you’re back.” She rubbed her eyes, sitting up.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” You said.

“It’s okay.” Flo shook her head softly, itching a spot on her forearm. “How was the flight—“

“I’m sorry, for everything. I shouldn’t ‘ve . . .” You swallowed. “I hate that this is our reality now. I care about you, and I hate that we’re like this.”

Everything you wrote in your Notes app had seemingly vanished out the window. Flo, with sleepy eyes and furrowed eyebrows, listened.

“I felt as if . . . you’d been distant, that you’d rather spend your time with others—your friends—rather than with me. And I should have gone to you about it, instead I let my jealousy and insecurities dictate the way I acted.”

“You hurt me a lot, Y/N.”

“I know.” You whispered, wiping tears away harshly. “If you don’t wish to be with me anymore—“

“That’s not what I want.” Flo said firmly. “I want you to tell me what’s in that head of yours. Lately, it feels like you’ve blocked me out. I don’t want you to run away, but I can’t keep going if you continue to stray away from me. Breaking up would be so much easier, but I don’t want easy. I want you.”

You nodded frantically, a loud sob ripping through your throat. In that moment, you could only do what your most human desires told you to do. You sought comfort in her arms, knowing that no matter how hard you collided into her, she’d be willing to catch you. And then you weren’t so afraid anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you kept mumbling over and over.

Flo was crying too, and kissed the top of your head. “For the record, I’m never working with you again.”

“Deal.”

One taste of loneliness was enough.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh imagines #florence pugh angst

[daintylovers]

just some random modern!mike headcannons because i’m bored :)

- he absolutely loves marvel and drags you to the premieres of every single new movie

- he hates timothee chalamet for one reason only. one time you said he looked like a target version of timmy and mike never got over that

- he tries to be all indie with his music but he mainly gets his music from you. he really likes dealer by lana del rey, which surprised you. he’s also a fan of high on the beach, freak (especially this one omfg let me tell you, it’s his go to makeout song) and hey by the pixies

- will fight about the whole pineapple on pizza debate. and if you like it, oh god you’ll never hear the end of it.

“i just can’t understand how you would eat a FRUIT on a pizza!! it’s not natural”

“mike tomatoes are a fruit too and that’s what the sauce is made out of…”

“no”

- he is really good at chemistry and geometry but SUCKS at any sort of english class. if you’re better at english, you guys will sort of trade off with homework. he will do your math as long as you write his essays. and if you’re bad at english then you both bribe max to write your essays.

- tries to facetime you every night and gets genuinely upset when you don’t answer. so much so that if he knows you’re home he just walks over to your house.

- loves when you do messy eyeliner. one time he asked you to do his makeup and ughhhh your heart stopped. he had you sat on his lap, giggling as you brushed some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. he asked for that “edgy” look. he likes how it looks so much that he went out and bought his own products. but he only uses makeup very rarely, saying he doesn’t like the feeling of his skin being covered.

- omg side note: he didn’t even wash his face at first. when you guys first started going out, you found out he had like no skincare routine. he was just rawdogging life. now though, he is stocked up on moisturizers and toners. you’re current mission is to get him to wear sunscreen. and you don’t understand why his pale pasty ass is putting up such a fight??? this mf needs sunscreen more than anyone.

- gets inspired by eddie and starts to wear rings. and when he sees how much you like it, he gifts you matching rings.

-has gotten in a fight over you (and won, surprisingly) but refuses to admit it. also makes sure that the other guy says nothing about it.

- loves going on boba dates but hates to admit it.

- in fact he loves it so much that he takes will out to try it. and once you found out will liked boba too, all three of you would go on little outings after one of those weeks with too many tests

#stranger things headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

King of my heart (part 1) | Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie...aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: This was my first Tom x Reader fic! The trope has been done many time I’m assuming, but I got the idea when listening to Daylight by Taylor swift (one of my favorite song) and couldn’t not write it

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When your casting agent called to inform you of this open-to-all audition for a Marvel movie, you jumped on the opportunity. Who doesn't want to play in a Marvel movie?

You had been prepping for this audition for weeks - and even dyed your hair for the occasion. You went all in.

Knowing there would be hundreds of girls who were going to audition, you needed to stand out among them. So, you decided to give the character more personality - while staying true to character. No hate to Kirsten Dunst, but Mary Jane's character was very bland in the Spiderman movies. She had no personality beside wanting to be an actress on Broadway.

Your Mary Jane wasn't going to deceive the fans.

Come the day of the audition, you crushed it. Someone from the casting team called your casting agent a few days after, letting her know you had been selected for the call-back next month.

Although this was exciting, a call-back didn't mean much. Just that you made it to the second round.

.

This audition was a little more intimate than the first one. You recognized some girls from the first audition and politely waved at them. No time for chit-chat, though. You were competing against each other.

About twenty girls passed before you were finally called in.

You took one last deep breath and walked into the audition room.

A long table was placed in the back of the room where sat the casting director - and team. On the last seat to the left sat a new face. The corner of your lips twitched, seeing Tom Holland, the actor who played Spiderman. It was a surprise to see him there. Actors usually do not attend the auditions.

You tried to contain your excitement and introduced yourself.

''I want her,'' Tom told the casting team right after you left.

Actors don't usually have a say in who their co-star will be, but when Tom saw you auditioning for the role of MJ, he was hooked - in a lot of ways. He wanted to share the screen with you.

The casting director gave him an uncertain look across the table, revising your audition sheet and her notes. ''I don't know, Tom. She was good - great, even -, but let's not make an impulsive decision. We have auditions left.''

Tom shook his head and insisted, trusting his guts. ''There's no need. She is our MJ. I know it.''

.

A week later, you got another call from your casting agent and was asked to exchange a few lines with Tom for a screen-test.

The night before the screen-test, you received a small script of a fake scene you'd have to act with Tom. It was a scene picked from one of the Amazing Spider-Man comics. You doubted this scene would be used in the movie, but it will be fun to act.

The rumors were true, British men are very charming. Tom's English accent made you swoon every time he opened his mouth - and don't get started on when he says 'darling'. It made the butterflies in your stomach go nuts.

''Action!''

The camera began rolling and you easily turned into characters. Lines were exchanged and you felt invariably drawn to your acting partner. You knew Tom was a good actor, but there was this strong magnetic field between you and him, an immediate chemistry. The small filming crew was blown away by your performances as Mary Jane and as a duo.

Two weeks before filming started, you got a call from your casting agent saying you got the role.

.

There was a knot in your stomach as you walked to the makeup and hair trailer, nervous for your first day on set. Although it wasn't your first movie, it was your first time working on a big production. The Marvel cinematic universe had a huge following of fans and MJ was a very anticipated character. You didn't want to deceive anyone.

You heard the laugh first, and then the accent.

''-telling you, it was crazy. My brother and I- Hello, darling,'' Tom greeted with a charming smile, seeing you entering with a coffee in hand and a tote bag on your shoulder.

He was sitting in the makeup chair and had some jelly patches under his eyes - and somehow still looked cute. This man can pull off anything, uh. When you have those on at home, you look ridiculous.

You greeted him back and Tom introduced you to everyone, including Jacob - who played Ned - with whom you shared your first scene.

''How are you?''

''I'm a little nervous,'' you admitted, biting your bottom lip.

Tom flashed you a reassuring smile. ''I'm sure you'll be brilliant.''

''What if I forget my lines?''

It was one of your biggest worries for today. You had been up since 5am, reading and re-reading your script, but there was this small, nagging voice over your shoulder saying: what if you still forget? You didn't want to be the newbie who can't memorize her lines.

Tom shrugged as the makeup artist took off the patches. ''Happens to all of us. I...I have dyslexia and, when I got casted, I didn't want the production to know. I was embarrassed, I guess. I would spend all my nights memorizing my lines, but it turned out to be a complete waste of time because the producers like to change the script overnight a lot of the time.''

''I didn't know you had dyslexia.''

A dot of cream was applied to his face - probably moisturizer or other skincare. ''Not a lot of people know. I may have made my peace with it, but it's not something I shout from the rooftops.''

His vulnerability made him human to your eyes. Sometimes you forget actors - celebrities - are real people and that they can have mundane problems too, that they have insecurities.

You flashed him an accomplice smile. ''My lips are sealed.''

You felt honored that Tom was confiding to you about something so personal as a learning disability. You barely knew each other, yet he trusted you with this information. What told him you won't post about it on social media?

The trailer fell into comfortable silence as the makeup artists continued their work.

''I can hear you worry.''

''What? My mouth isn't even open.''

''You're still thinking about your lines.''

You whined in defeat. ''I can't help it!''

''I know, but don't let that ruin the experience. If you forget your lines, someone will shout them at you and we'll keep rolling. No stress.''

You nodded.

''If you'd like, we can go over our scene in my trailer after we're done here? We don't get called on set until 8.''

It was sweet of him to offer, but you didn't want to bother him. He probably had better things to do than practice lines with you.

Sensing your hesitation Tom added: ''It would help me too.''

You took him up on his offer.

.

Memorizing lines in Tom's trailer became part of your routine. You got to the studio, went to hair and makeup - sometimes have breakfast -, and then to Tom's trailer until a crew assistant knocked on the door to take you to set.

The first time Tom read the script aloud, he was trying to conceal his struggle - his dyslexia. His eyebrows were pulled into a frown every few seconds, seeing a difficult word on the paper. You were patient with him, gave him encouraging smiles and never pointed it out, never made him feel inferior. Making fun of someone for having a learning disorder is sick.

After a few days, he got more comfortable with you and no longer tried to conceal his dyslexia. Sometimes, he'd even ask you to read the word if it was too difficult.

You made a good team. You were thankful for his help and he was thankful for yours.

The director noticed the extra work you and Tom put in. He could see it on screen. The increasing time you and Tom spent together translated on screen too. Your chemistry and complicity had become stronger. Everyone was blown away. The fans will notice it in the movie.

.

After you finished with your scene, you went to Tom's trailer to ask if he wanted to join you and Jacob to eat lunch. You found him sitting on his couch, his face in full concentration mode, with what looked like a lengthy scene script.

''Hello, darling. I'm a bit busy right now...'' He scratched the back of his neck, showing a sign of stress.

Being the main protagonist of the film, Tom had a lot more scenes than you. It also meant he had more lines to memorize.

''Would you like me to help?'' you offered. ''My next scene isn't until tonight. I've got time.''

''You'd do that?'' Tom asked, surprised and immensely grateful for your help and kindness. ''You aren't even in this scene.''

You shrugged, taking a seat next to him on the couch. ''Doesn't mean I can't help you.''

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taglist: @m1llydins

#tom holland #tom!peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #I'm open to having a taglist just send your names

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Pomefiore: Halloween with Them

Aight here is some Pomefiore which I thought was super cute while I was writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy! Also, if you guys don't know what "boystyle" is, think of Lolita in a more prince-like fashion. Ciel from Black Butler vibes.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore (You’re Here) | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Halloween with Them

Theme: Costume Prep

Pomefiore took Halloween as a very serious holiday, but not for the scare factor. The extravagant costumes and make-up were a great way to test your skills. Whether it be glamorous looks or hideous monsters, Pomefiore took the make-up aspect very seriously.

It came as no surprise that they needed models as well. Sure, they could be practicing on one another all day, but the amount of make-up remover and latex could be devastating on the skin, especially excessive exposure. So dragging other students were needed.

Then the students who took costume design also needed models to show off their work on the night of the school’s party. This meant everyone at Pomefiore was taking a page out of the Sea Witch’s book and finding poor, unfortunate souls to glam up in preparation.

Vil Schoenheit

“Alright, so you’re going to be doing my make-up why?” You asked as you sat down at Vil’s bedroom vanity. You knew that over a thousand people would kill to be in your shoes right now. So far, though, you were just here because Vil told you to be there. It wasn’t really a choice on your end, as it was stated more as a command. Still, you didn’t exactly hate it and were happy to be there. Just more or less confused as to why it was you.

“I need to figure out your look for the Night Raven College’s party, of course. Now come here; we need to prep your face before.” Vil said, going over and grabbing some cleaning wipes. You were no stranger to spa days with Vil, so you just closed your eyes and sighed, letting him move your face around and make sure any hair that might even come into your face was clipped back.

You weren’t expecting him to get a pair of tweezers while your eyes were closed to pluck some eyebrow hairs. You yelped in surprise, your eyes widening as Vil gave you an unimpressed look, “You know better than to move while I’m working on you. We need to clean up your eyebrows for this.” He said, leaning back in with the tweezers. You inched away, not feeling the want to have the hairs on your face to be plucked out.

“Can’t we do the glue stick thingie?” You whined, but knowing Vil, he wouldn’t relent.

“Absolutely not. Those are for special effects looks, which we aren’t going for. I refuse to ruin your skin that I’ve worked so hard to be presentable.” You gasped at his words and put a hand over your heart.

“Pardon?” You asked dramatically, wanting to get a rise out of him. Vil just frowned and grabbed your chin, and dragged you closer to him by force. You squeaked, your face right in front of his own as he began tweezing away.

“We both know you needed better skincare products when we met.” He said, and you groaned. It was true, though, living in Ramshackle hadn’t been a luxury. Even the water wreaked havoc on your hair and skin. Vil kinda was a saving grace. After he was satisfied with your eyebrows, he took a moment to look at your face. That was when he smirked, dragged your face closer to him, and kissed your forehead.

“You’re a very cute-looking potato today.” He said, and you wanted to just crawl into a hole, “Now come on, we have a lot of work to do if we’re going to be matching on Halloween.”

“M-matching outfits?” You asked in shock, “When was this decided?”

“The moment you decided to become involved with me, obviously. Don’t act so surprised.” Vil said, but he secretly loved the shocked look on your face. It was the whole reason he waited until now to inform you. You just groaned, knowing you’d never have a moment of peace while seeing this man.

Rook Hunt

“Mon amour, you look breathtaking.” Rook said, coming into the room as you were in the middle of getting dressed in the outfit he had specifically picked out for you. You couldn’t help the little squeal that came out of you, still half naked, as you scrambled to put on the outfit, “Ah, no need to be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Rook said with that smile plastered on his face.

“Oh my sevens, Rook, can you not?” You whined as he walked over and began helping you button up the top of your clothes. You felt like a small Victorian child being helped, not only because of Rook assisting in dressing you but because the costume he had so lovingly chosen for you was a boystyle outfit that made you feel like you were set back in the Victorian era. “By the way…how many outfits do you plan on having me try on.” From the Lolita dress, he had thrown you in earlier, you were wondering why he actually had you in here.

“I simply couldn’t decide on just one outfit for you, so I had several made, of course. I want to see which one you love the most.” Rook said, leaning closer to you after he finished buttoning the shirt, “You look exquis in this outfit.” He cooed happily.

“Rook, you said that about the last two costumes.” You reminded him, and he laughed happily before picking you up into his arms. You could only grasp onto his shoulders and yelp at suddenly being lifted into the air. He did a little spin, laughing the entire time as though he was having the time of his life. For all you knew, he probably was. You couldn’t help but join him with a small chuckle.

“It’s because it is all true; they all look ravissant! I could stare at your beauty all day.” Rook said before pausing, “In fact, I might begin doing that.” He said, and you knew he was being dead serious.

“Absolutely not. I adore you, Rook, but I need privacy sometimes.” You said, and the pout that spread on his face was short-lived before it was replaced by a dazzling smile.

“Then half the time?” He tried to compromise, and you knew this was a battle you wouldn’t be winning.

“Fine, but no more walking in on me showering. That is me time.” You warned, and he nodded, “Now come on, how many more outfits do I have to try on? I still have homework to do.” You said as Rook put you down and ruffled your hair, careful of the small top hat on you.

“Only fifteen more to go.” He said with absolute confidence.

“Fifteen?!”

Epel Felmier

“I’m staying here, and I’m not leaving until Halloween is over,” Epel said, crashing onto your bed. You had been in the middle of doing your homework and hadn’t even heard the front door open, and now Epel was looking defeated as he stared at the ceiling.

“What happened this time? Make-up or new costume?” You asked, and Epel scowled, sitting up and tossing his legs off the side of your bed so he could face you better.

“They put me in a dress? A dress of all things. What do they take me for?” Epel’s accent was slowly making its way out, and you absolutely loved the sound of it. He did look adorable while pouting as well, but you’d rather die than say that to him. You knew how he felt about his masculinity, and even though he fed a little more into the toxic side of it, you would respect his decisions.

“Was it at least a tactical dress?” You asked, trying to make light of the situation. Epel raised his eyebrow as he pondered over your words.

“Tactical?” Epel echoed, and you nodded your head.

“Ya, like, did it have pockets?” You said, and Epel shrugged, but a small smile appeared on his face.

“No, it didn’t.” He said, “At least I didn’t see any, not that I was payin’ attention.” He shrugged it off. He was still reeling from the fact that they basically forced him into one. It was a bunch of the taller upperclassmen who wanted to make him look as adorable as possible. It made his stomach churn just thinking about it. He ran out of there the moment they looked away and left the dress outside the room.

“Then clearly they have horrible taste.” You said with a sigh, looking between your homework and Epel. As you closed your textbook, the choice was obvious, and you stood up, “Well, let’s go.” You said, motioning for Epel to follow you. Epel stood up but looked confused as to what you wanted.

“What are we doing?” He asked, and you smirked.

“We’re gonna do something stupid, probably. You in or what?” You could see his eyes flashing for a moment as he thought over his choices. Vil would no doubt get mad at him if he was caught, but then again, he wanted to do something reckless and get the adrenaline pumping.

“Let’s do this.”

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #Vil x Reader #Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt x Reader #Rook x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader #Epel x Reader

[bartxnhood]

complete | m.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: you surprise michael after his long tour, all he’s been wanting is you.

warnings: none

a/n: time for some mikey appreciation, i love him sm and i rarely see anyone writing for him :( this is also my application to become ur fave 5sos writer lmao. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3

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as the tour officially came to an end and the guys went back home, it was days in the studio for michael writing and creating melodies for the guys. he loves it, sure. it’s his passion after all. making music people can enjoy no matter how high or low one is feeling, seeing fans across the world sing and dance along to their music is what kept him going. but it was draining. incredibly draining. sometimes he’d forget to sleep, it would be seven in the evening then the next time he looked at the clock it was already five in the morning. he would even forget to eat as well. but he missed you most of all, he was gone for months and all he wanted was to feel your soft touch and the sound of your voice.

you missed michael too, his dorky jokes whenever the two of you hung out. getting to hear snippets of their upcoming songs or projects. he was your soulmate, you hated being away but also it was the price of dating a very well-known artist. when you got the news your boyfriend and best friends were back you had cleared it with everyone that you’d surprise your boyfriend. you brought some of his favorite foods and a few sweet treats to congratulate him on the successful tour.

knock knock

michaels head lifted from the computer, he looked at the door and raised his eyebrows. he wasn’t expecting anyone. especially not at the studio. he pushed himself away from the desk and walked over, opening the door and revealing you. you had a wide grin and multiple bags in hand. “hi!” you cheered, michael chuckled in disbelief he stood to the side letting you come in. similarly to him, you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. “what are you doing here?” he asked, shutting the door quietly following you. you sat down the bags of food and turned to your boyfriend who looked awful. not in like an ugly way, but like ‘oh my god you look dead, why haven’t you slept’ type of way.

your grin went to a frown almost immediately. “babe, your eyes” the faux blonde shook his head, “i’m okay” he tried to assure you but it only made you worry even more. you wrapped your arms around his tall figure, holding him tightly. to michael this is all he wanted, taking in your scent again. he closed his eyes feeling at peace for the first time since returning home. when you pulled away he felt his heart skink a bit. he wanted to hold you longer.

“what did you bring?” his eyes flickered to the bags then back to you. “well” you started, bending down and fishing out a few products. “i have some of your favorites and a few sweets so we can celebrate your successful tour” the grin on your face made him smile. he nodded and led you over to his sofa where the two of you would sit and eat a little of everything while michael told you stories of tour life.

it was getting later in the night now, you two had been talking for hours. just missing each other. you stood up from the cushion and started cleaning up all the trash decorating the sofa. michael watched, you could be doing the most absurd thing and he would still think you were the most beautiful person on the planet.

gently he reached out for your arm, “could you hug me again? i think i need it” you turned to look at him, giving him a nod. “you didn’t have to ask.” you crawled back onto the sofa and held michael. “i missed you so much” he breathed, his arms resting on your torso. you smiled, kissing his forehead. “i know. but get some rest, yeah? you deserve it”

within minutes, he was fast asleep in your arms. soft snores escaping his lips. this was all he needed, you and your touch.

#5 second of summer imagines #5sos smut #5sos imagine #5sos fan fiction #5 seconds of summer fanfic #micheal clifford #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford fanfic #michael clifford imagine #michael clifford x y/n #michael clifford blurb #michael clifford fluff #michael clifford fic #michael clifford angst #michael clifford fan fiction #5sos x reader #5sos angst #5sos fluff #5sos fanfic #5sos fan fic

[yandere-fics]

109 and 29 for Abigail, just the perfect amount of angst idk

109. “I know she’s cute. BUT SHE’S MINE! TOUCH HER AND I’LL KILL YOU!!”

29. “Stop giving me that look! Stop looking at me as if I’m a monster!”

(Per the usual, sentence structure is changed to fit the characters personality. Abigail doesn't scream alot, she's more of the hiss in your ear type of woman. Hope this was the kind of angst you were hoping for. I didn't expect to write so much for this but it just kept coming to me.)

Abigail utterly adored you, her little lover, so cute. As the knight who had pledged her loyalty to you, she felt the need to show you off. Such a romantic story, the knight set to be the Duke of one of the most prominent duchies in the kingdom, and the cute lady she had pledged herself to who would one day be her Duchess. It only made sense to show you off at parties so everyone would know of your love story.

It was hard to control her temper though when people constantly approached you. Perhaps they assumed you were only her lover and not someone she took seriously, befriending the lover of the future Duke Parley so when the relationship ends, they may be able to woe you. It certainly couldn't hurt to marry someone who had such a powerful connection, and you were easy to love so the court swarmed you like disgusting maggots.

"Dame Parley, where in the world did you find such an enchanting creature?" The woman standing before her, swirling a glass of wine was not at all subtle with her leering. How shameless could she be to show your current lover that she wanted to seduce you away.

Baroness Rudia, far below your status, even if you were single it would be a sham for you to go with her. Not even worth Abigail requesting a duel, not that a mere Baroness could afford a luxury knight that could face Abigail in a duel. There wasn't a knight in the kingdom who would likely take Abigail on in a duel, no matter how much they liked their master.

"Lady Rudia, I am well aware that my partner is quite cute," She looked around the ballroom quickly making sure you weren't within hearing range. You always hated when she threatened the flies that surrounded you. "But Lady Y/N is mine and if you lay a filthy hand on her, I will have to end your pathetic life."

The Baroness looked taken aback as she tried to think of a response, something that would allow her to leave the ballroom alive and maybe with a shred of dignity.

"Don't think I warned you from the good of my heart, I merely felt bad for all the people in your house who would suffer if the head were to fall. Be gone Lady Rudia, my sweetheart is coming over and I don't want your presence to taint her happiness." Abigail spoke first, sparing the Baroness from further embarrassment as she scuttled off.

You knew something was off when Baroness Rudia, who had been so kind to you earlier, ran from the ballroom in near tears. You couldn't understand why Abigail was always so rude to the people who were so kind to you. You understand she had a high status but it didn't mean she had to treat those lower so horribly. You knew better than to cause a scene in public so you held your tongue until you were in the carriage later that night.

"Abby? Why did Baroness Rudia run from the ballroom tonight? Surely you're not letting your temper get the best of you again." Perhaps a bit confrontational but Abigail did this often and it did make you reconsider your relationship to her.

When you had first began to date her you assumed people were merely exaggerating when they described Dame Parley as a beast, not even human. Trained to kill with precision, without even picking up a sword, she could decimate her enemies. The product of centuries of the Parley house trying to train the best swordsmen.

"Don't give me that look, Sweetheart. You look at me as if I'm some kind of monster." She didn't like when you challenged her behavior, you were supposed to be docile towards her, never snippy, only her sweet lover.

"You wouldn't want me to misunderstand your words would you? Sweetheart?" She was warning you to apologize for the tone you'd taken with her. Something you refused to back down from. All your nice friends were being chased away and you wouldn't allow that.

"You didn't answer my question, Lady Parley. Why do all my friends keep running away in tears whenever they speak to you?" The chuckle that came out of her was bone-chilling. Making you feel it would have been best to just cow to her whims.

"Y/N, is this how you would like to spend our night? I'd prefer to return to my manor with my lover on my arm, instead of having to discipline her for disobedience. I'm sure you'd prefer that as well." She stood and leaned over you, putting her hands on the back of the carriage seat behind you, seemingly undaunted by how the carriage joustled.

"Yes I'd like that very much." You hated how you always gave in so quickly.

"Then say the words I want to hear, Sweetheart." She took your chin in one of her hands, forcing you to look into her eyes.

"I don't think you're a monster Abby. There's no way I'd ever think that." Even if you did there was no way you could tell her at this point, not with how intimidating she could be.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere asks #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc abigail

[satankilledmyghost]

I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

[chaotictarlos]

After Hours

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: Carlos' thirst traps, masterbation, m x m smut, sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, canon complaint, married tarlos

Summary: Carlos sends TK a teasing video then meets up with him at the fire station for some late night fun

Author's Note: I did not plan to write this but then Rafa dropped this video to his Instagram and after losing it and encouraging thoughts from friends we have slutty Carlos 4. When I wrote the first fic of this series I didn't think it would turn into a series but here we are. It's fun, though. I hope you enjoy the fic! Now back to working on the final chapter of my Soulmate AU!

Thank you to @detective-giggles for being a babe and beta'ing this for me.

Read the other fics in the series (one shots that can be read alone): We can get a little crazy just for fun

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TK is almost certain he hates his husband.

He doesn’t, not really,  but when Carlos sends videos of him just casually looking good, it irritates TK because he’s not home with him to enjoy it. Carlos does it on purpose and almost always when TK is at work because he knows TK can’t do anything about it for a few hours and he finds joy in riling TK up.

He clicks play on the video because he likes to torture himself and watches it again.

Carlos is sitting casually on the arm of a couch, legs entrapped in tight blue jeans that TK wants to rip off of him. His brown and red button-down is tucked in his pants, like usual, but what really draws TK’s attention is the way most of the buttons are undone and the amount of beautiful, brown skin that’s on display. The shirt’s open so much that TK can see the curve of Carlos’ pec and his mouth waters with the want to trace it with his tongue. 

The camera zooms in and TK pauses on Carlos’ face. He admires the stubble that’s coming in nicely - Carlos’ vacation started a few days before his own so he’s had time to let his beard start to grow out. It makes TK think some inappropriate thoughts about the workplace. 

He takes a moment to appreciate Carlos’ hair and how it’s free from any gel or hair product and his curls are free. He adores how one curl curls over his forehead and dangles artfully like it’s supposed to be there. TK knows better, though, and knows that Carlos’ curls are doing what they want to do. TK wants to run his hands through them and mess them up even more.

He presses play on the video again and scowls at the innocent look that Carlos puts on his face as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He does, he knows damn well what he’s doing and how TK’s going to react to it. He clicks off the video and finally types a response to the text that Carlos had sent him.

[TK] Did you unbutton your shirt just to make this video and send it to me or are you being a slut again and letting your tits out?

[Carlos] Wouldn’t you like to know?

[TK] I would. Where are you? That’s not our couch.

[Carlos] Camila got the couch and needed help to bring it into her house because her husband is at work.

[TK] Did you seriously film a thirst trap at your sister's place?

[Carlos] The lighting was good.

[TK] So that means sending me a thirst trap while I’m wasting away at work?

[Carlos] I was sending you a treat to get you through your 24-hour shift but if you don’t want them….

[TK] Now wait a moment, I didn’t say I don’t want them. Do you have more?

[Carlos] Maybe.

[TK] Are they all taken at your sisters' house?

[Carlos] No. The rest are from home.

[TK] 👀👀👀

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tags: @strangefurychaos @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @noxsoulmate @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes @meditating-honey-badger @paperstorm @otter-love-asl @kiloskywalker @angeltk

#chaotic fics #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fan fiction #911 lonestar #911 ls