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katsukiizmoon · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒 ┊IN THE CAR WASH | Katsuki Bakugou꒱

『♡』 18+, F!reader, handjob, blowjob, mild overstimulation, cum eating, established relationship, you put a finger in his ass 『♡』 aaah this was supposed to be a drabble in tumblr mobile but ended up being a little under 2k. Happy kinktober lmao. -> I was listening to this

The car vibrates, music playing low in the background. Your hand under his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You hum and chew your bottom lip. Cool air blasts through the AC and onto you, he makes a turn and slows down to stop for a red light.

You hit skip on a song and Katsuki frowns a little, turning his head to the side and sticking his tongue out at you. Studs in his ears glisten and his skin glows with the presence of the sunlight.The cycle has a while to go with another two sides set to turn green before yours. A thick hand squeezes your palm as the large man to your left taps his foot to the beat. His lips move slightly as he mimics the words near silently, merely hushed.

Taking in the image in front of you, you sigh. The black compression shirt highlights every muscle he has. Perked nipples press against the fabric as if they’re begging to be put on display. Your eyes trail down his body for a moment, tongue flicking out to wet pretty lips. Something thick like honey starts to settle in your veins and slowly it begins to cloud your thoughts.

You bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it and setting it down near the gear shift. He doesn’t pay any mind to it, too preoccupied with watching traffic and listening to music. Nimble fingers slowly reach toward his thigh to slide over the fabric there.

Katsuki’s tapping stops. His mind halts momentarily, carmine eyes glancing down, before he taps to the rhythm again. A horn blares in the distance and the AC is no match for the way his body is beginning to heat. The faint smell of caramel seeps into your senses and sets you on fire. It makes you bold, whispers little things to you.

But Katsuki? His mind races and goes over every possibility on the planet of what you have planned. It settles on something innocent. You’re just wanting to rest your hand there, he thinks.

He is wrong.

Your fingers trail little circles over dark fabric in repetition, while moving closer to his inner thigh. The music changes and you feel the need to wet your lips again. Katsuki begins to get cotton mouth but he swallows spit down to soothe it.

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn’t you ain’t doing it right.

Katsuki thanks his lucky stars that the light turns green with a fuzzy mind. The bottom of his shoe presses on the pedal and the car begins to speed up. He tries not to think too much about your movements. But he his only a man, who’s slowly being put into a trance.

Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

He swallows again and presses a button on the steering wheel, murmuring lowly to the slowed down song. The blonde beside you seems to be unaffected in your eyes. That just won’t do. He feels your fingers move upwards toward his clothed cock that’s beginning to chub in his pants and lets out a deep sigh. It goes on like that for a while, you brush your palm over him a couple times and feign innocence. And he just keeps driving, seeming unaffected despite your best efforts.

You glance over at him, his jaw is set and eyes narrow. Tension makes the air thick like the hardening length beneath his belt. You look back at the road, then lean to the side and begin unbuckling his belt. That makes him freeze. His body feels like it’s on fire.

God knows he’s at your mercy. Forced to drive while you’re toying with him, playing him like a fucking fiddle. He doesn’t even remember where he’s supposed to be going anymore, at some point he just kept driving without thinking. He lets out a slow breath to settle himself when you unzip his pants.

“Babe.” Katsuki grits, only to hear an innocent hmm? Sound in return.

He’s going to start leaking soon, cock straining against his boxers. And your start palming lightly at it like the little minx you are. He spots a massive car wash that appears vacant out of the corner of his eye and flicks on the blinker.

Your hand’s started rubbing and palming at him through his boxers. The head of his cock smears precum on the inside of them, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hand shakes while turning the AC on full blast, desperate for something to cool him off. Glancing at the mirror, he merges over a few lanes and turns into the car wash.

When the car pulls in, you remove your hand and blink a little. Katsuki wordlessly grabs his wallet from the center console and shoves his card in, picking the most expensive and extensive wash he can.

“I thought we were going home..” Your brows furrow, looking around a little.

“Nope.” He pops the “p” and pulls in before putting the car in park and unbuckling his seat belt. His seat slides back a little to give him some leg room. Large sprayers begin to cover the car in foam and soap. The loud scrubbers going to work.

Katsuki tugs at the waistband of his boxers, setting his cock free. It springs up toward his tummy while slick substance dribbles from the tip of it. He gives it a little stroke as his head falls back, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. His eyes are half lidded when he looks at you and grunts.

“Get the fuck over here and suck.” He reaches a hand under the side of his seat and leans the seat back a little more. You nod and unbuckle the seatbelt.

Your fingers wrap around him and stroke in a wringing motion. His cock twitches in your hand and he pants. Heat spreads all over both of your bodies and the car wash is so loud you can only hear eachother. His breaths come out in short pants like he’s catching it.

“Fuck, yeah, like that pretty.” His tanned jaw drops a little when your tongue lays flat against the head.

You lap at the precum like it’s your favorite thing on the earth to taste. His fingers thread through your hair, tugging at the roots and pushing your head down. Katsuki resists every urge to buck up into your mouth the best he can despite the coil tightly winding in his tummy. But you’re doing so good.

Sucking him like a champ, slurping and making a mess. Spit dribbles down toward his balls but soaks into the waistband of his boxers. And then you’re sinking down and humming, hand reaching down. He grabs at the side of the car door and braces himself. He can’t keep quiet, letting out long strings of groans and moans. The praise makes your pussy soak through your panties and you think about rubbing your clit for relief.

“God, take it. Suck my cock, yeah, yeah, shit.”

That’s all it takes to spur you on. You press a finger near his taint and watch his face scrunch. The car smells like his sweat and those stupid air refresher clips in the vents, leather seats becoming slippery from your fun. Your lips pop off him wetly and you look up to him with such pretty, doey eyes, that he almost cums then. His forearm veins peek out to play as the car door gets squeezed in a death grip. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock and you suck. Hard. Simultaneously you press the finger past the ring of muscle and up to a knuckle. Your hand strokes what you can’t fit in your mouth, trying to focus.

And just like that the band snaps. Euphoria wracks his body and he fucks up into your mouth, head thrown back as he sings expletives and spills. It seeps from your lips, despite you trying to swallow it all down, but you use a tongue to swipe it up.

“Oh god, god-” He whimpers out while riding out the high.

Katsuki feels like his entire body is strung high for a moment. His chest heaves and his fingers shake when you pull your mouth off him and give him a quick kiss.Your pussy is soaked and your clit throbs like it has a heartbeat of it own. Sweat has built at the back of his neck and his nipples stay perked. You glance at the lights in the carwash and see there’s still four other things left. Something about scent and bug shield— you don’t know, there’s suds of different colors all over the windows.

You swipe a thumb over his nipple while keeping a finger still in his ass. He whimpers at that and presses his lips into a thin line, gripping your arm so hard it might bruise if he squeezes any tighter. But you persist and stroke his cock with fever.

“I can’t, oh, god baby I can’t it’s-” Katsuki whines out and shakes. His voice goes up in pitch for a moment while desperately trying to hang on to his sanity. You tighten your fingers around him and start pressing the finger inside him upwards.

His body spasms then goes completely still. Katsuki’s entire body is tight on a string, the only thing keeping him on this god forsaken earth being your pretty hands. Heaven wraps him up in a blanket and makes his chest wrack. Carmine eyes roll back, the hand that was once gripping your forearm now dragging nails down it. Your pussy clenches around nothing and the breath is knocked out of you in awe.

Hot white ropes spill all over your hand. You quickly move the finger out of his asshole and instead use it to anchor you on the seat while you suck the cum off of his cock. It twitches in your hand and mouth with sensitivity. You’re addicted to him, is reactions, his cum— like they’re a drug.

Lust clouds your mind heavier than it possibly ever has when you look into his half lidded eyes. He’s swallowing your pretty little soul whole and making it a home, making it his. Cum dribbles off the corner of your lip and Katsuki leans forward to lick it off for you.

His breathing slows and he tosses his head back with a breathy laugh. The car begins to be rinsed and you reach into the console for emergency wipes and toss one on his softening member. He cleans up with a wince and wipes some from your neck while you focus on your hands getting clean.

“We should come here more.” Katsuki suggests wit a cheeky grin, brow raised and pants now buttoned again.

“Absolutely. For now.. Let’s get home before I make you pay for another round and eat me out.” You buckle your seatbelt and roll your eyes with a snicker.

You look at him with a fire in your eyes and puffy lips. You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles again, this time linking your fingers together before he pulls out of the car wash and heads home.

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littlemissthunderstorms · 5 months

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just some lover pt.2

alex turner x reader

aaah its definitely been awaited, here it is, i hope you enjoy! read part one if you haven’t.

p.s. i added two songs for this story, i also included markers near the end of where to start them. it’s obviously optional but i highly recommend listening to them at the right moments because i feel it adds to the emotion

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‘alex was the one who recommended you’

“what?” you were in a state of disbelief for a moment, brows furrowed. it took you a beat to even grasp and process what it meant, what it could mean. you weren’t quite sure where to start.

you stared nick down. even though the situation was shocking, you believed him. o’malley wasn’t much for pranks like this. your palms gathered a thin layer of sweat, fingers fidgeting with your rings. you stuttered, “why would he do that?”

nick flashed you a knowing look, you know why. your face softened, eyes shimmering under the ember lighting the streetlamp emitted. oh.

the possibilities of his simple request left you all too hopeful, it was the first true glimmer of hope since you and alex separated, sparking in you like a match in a room that had been dark for much too long. your heart soared as your mind raced.

why would alex purposefully recommend you to follow them around on tour if he was over you? doubtfully, you tried to scan your mind for any reason he would’ve wanted you around that doesn’t involve him wanting you back. “wha- what if he did it because he just wants me to make good money? what if he just wants to be friends?”

nick shrugged. “it’s a possibility. but not a high one.” noticing how doubtful you looked, he took a step closer to you. “look, i’m not saying this indefinitely means something, but i’ve seen the way he’s been acting ever since you two have been apart, it’s just not right. it felt like the right thing to tell you.”

a small gust of wind blew through the quiet sidewalk. you shivered in your jacket. noticing your silence, nick spoke up again. “one of our friends is hosting a party later. you should come, we’ve all missed ya.” you returned his soft smile.

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thirty minutes later and you and nick were making your way through the door, music thumping as the crowd chatted and danced, small fairy lights twinkling across the walls. nicks offer left you hesitant, but you decided it was good to get out of the house for something other than work.

you usually weren’t much for parties when you were younger. you preferred staying home painting or reading, and while you still felt the same from time to time, parties were for the most part nicer in your adulthood.

when you met alex, he introduced you to people who genuinely liked you for who you were, and loved talking to you. this made gatherings much more enjoyable, being able to talk and party with genuinely cool people was much better than being ignored at highschool parties by people your friends talked to.

immediately upon walking through the door, you didn’t recognize anyone there. one of nicks friends pulled him into conversation, offering him drinks and such, which left you alone. you wandered into the crowd some more, hoping to find someone you knew.

as your gaze wandered across the crowd, your heart sunk. you definitely knew the man your eyes laid upon. there, up against the far back wall was alex. it wasn’t necessarily him that made your heart drop, but the girl next to him. your stomach twisted as you watched how she batted her eyes, her palm resting on his chest as she leaned a little too close to his face when she spoke. you couldn’t quite read alex’s face for cigarette smoke had clouded the corner.

nauseated, you turned around and started making your way out through the crowd. it was clear you didn’t belong here anymore. you just wanted to leave. there must’ve been some misunderstanding, it’d left you all too hopeful. no more of this, you thought.

———

two or so weeks had passed. spring was becoming ever so present in the way the leaves started to adorn the trees in vibrant greens, the air now humid and warm. rain pattered on the large, foggy cafe window next to you as your face knitted in concentration at your laptop screen, your friend across from you not ceasing her rambling.

“are you alright?” she questioned mid sentence, taking another sip of her coffee. you sighed, back thumping against the chair as you slumped into it. “yeah, i’m just.. stressed. the bands tour manager emailed me again, i’ve got less than a week to decide if i want to take the offer.” you stared at the email in your inbox, as if staring at it for long enough would help you make a decision.

“well… let’s look at the pros and cons.” she started. “pros, it pays a lot more than your current job and you would have the

opportunity to travel more.”

you crossed your arms. “con, i would see my ex everyday.”

“pros, your ex is the one who recommended you for the job, which has to mean something.”

“cons, it was probably some grand misunderstanding, and it would be insanely awkward seeing him almost everyday.” your friend looked even more annoyed.

“but the money.”

you slumped your head down onto the table.

there were plenty of reasons in your over anxious mind you shouldn’t take the job, but all of them somehow tied back to alex, which you thought was stupid. i mean, why not accept a job that’s ultimately much more suitable for you, and offers more money? besides, the mystery of the boys recommendation lingered, you were aching to see what unfolded upon the acceptance of the offer.

redirecting your attention to your laptop, you clicked ‘new email’, flashing a grin at your friend.

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it was now a month later, spring was in full bloom and it was the first show of the tour in your hometown. since you took the job, you had only met with the tour manager as well as a few of the other crew members. nick, being one of your good friends, had known you took the job, and was much too ecstatic. knowing he knew, you assumed the rest of the band did too.

even with this in mind, it still felt so stalker-ish knowing you hadn’t spoken a word to alex since the breakup and you were now bound to follow his band around the world on their tour. though you were still mindful of the fact that he had originally put in the request for you to practically follow him around. so, you were in fact, not a stalker.

as this storm of anxiety and reasoning swirled your mind, you wandered backstage, gathering your equipment for the show that took place in an hour or so. the area was desolate, most of the crew was unpacking vans outside and getting things organized for the openers.

as you set down the hefty bag of photography equipment, one of the rather sharp rods sticking out scraped your arm, sending crimson seeping out of a small, but deep wound.

shit. what a fucking stupid way to get hurt.

you held your arm, cheeks flushed as you hissed in pain. “are you alright?” a familiar voice boomed behind you.

you whipped your head around. of course, alex fucking turner. it was almost comedic, like it was out of a movie. of all people, it had to be alex who rounded that corner and saw you hurt. you almost laughed, then you felt like crying, then maybe throwing up.

he looked good, too good standing there in his crisp black t-shirt that hugged his arms ever so deliciously. his hair was all gelled, the sides slicked back with a messy curly quiff laying atop.

you started to get quite flustered, gulping before you spoke. you definitely stared much too long. “no- i um, no.” the boy seemed almost equally flustered, trying to keep his demeanor calm as he neared you. he chuckled. “yeah, doesn’t look like it.”

you were dumbfounded, unsure how to speak. “yikes, looks painful.” you nodded, afraid to speak in worries that you would stutter, or even worse, say something stupid like ‘hey remember when we were lovers and we broke up but now i’m the photographer for your band?’

you took a deep breath, really trying not to think thoughts. the tension was palpable, dodging unspoken words and feelings. alex’s eyes were cautious not to meet with yours. “i’m gonna go get the first aid kit, i saw it earlier.” he flashed you a smile and darted off, leaving you a flustered mess.

one thing led to another and you were now sat down in a fold out chair with alex on his knees in front of you. his brows knitted in concentration as he cradled your arm, gently tending to the wound and wrapping gauze around it. “getting your med degree?” you joked, smiling down at him.

a slight blush creeped upon his cheeks. alex noticed how nervous and giggly you were, finding it a bit adorable as he rolled his eyes, smiling as he shook his head. “nope, i just know my way around a basic first aid kit.” his smile lingered long after, ember eyes flashing up at you in a second, quickly darting back down.

his little comment evoked a similar bittersweet memory. this time, the roles were reversed, you were tending to alex, for one of his guitar strings had snapped and popped out of the bridge pin, leaving a rather deep scratch on his hand. you remembered how he teased you for wrapping his whole hand in gauze, all for a scratch. you’d told him that if he really wanted professional care, he should’ve gone to the hospital. you remembered him shaking his head, telling you he wouldn’t want it any other way.

the flashback left your heart a bit heavy, your hands shaky as alex finished up. the silence was almost bitter, tense. the boy noticed your tremors, subtly sliding his hand down your arm as to brush your fingers with his ever so softly when he pulled away. it was so discrete you could’ve missed it in a blink but sure enough, he’d done it, whether purposefully or not you weren’t sure.

“all done,” he nodded to the bandage. you mustered a grateful smile, fingertips grazing the gauze as so to examine it. once you looked back at alex, his gaze was much darker, more complex, like the sky before a storm. his demeanor shifted, mouth opening and chest rising as to speak but a voice interrupted.

“alex! we need to make sure the earpieces are working, cmon,” a member from the crew called out. he looked back to you, nodding and flashing you a sweet little smile before scrambling off.

you exhaled, noticing how your fingers still tingled from his touch.

———

it was about halfway into the show, all was well. you were having a good time chatting a bit with the other photographers and getting to know more of the crew. the show was electric, the lighting and atmosphere making for the coolest shots. alex even flashed you a little smile when he saw you in front of the stage, making your stomach swirl.

after a quick break, you joined one of your good friends from the crew on the side of the stage with your camera. you clicked a few cool shots of jamie during pretty visitors, loving how the stage lights bathed him in an eerie red.

someone nudged you, catching you a bit off guard. you turned, stomach dropping. it was the girl from the party, the one who’d been all over alex. she only looked at you once she felt your gaze. “sorry,” she shrugged, not a drop of sympathy, or really any emotion at all as she apologized. ‘i bet you are,’ you thought. you didn’t even respond, flashing her a quick smile before you immediately refocused your attention on your camera.

was she his girlfriend? i mean, she was all touchy with him at the party and now she’s backstage at his show? it would be a crazy coincidence for her not to be romantically affiliated with him in any way. this plagued your mood for the rest of the show. you hated the jealousy that coursed through you, it made you feel pathetic. alex wasn’t yours anymore, you kept reminding yourself.

———

two weeks had passed in quite a whirlwind. nothing too eventful had happened, the interactions from your old lover had been sparse. you’d bump into him talking to matt or someone, greet them, and then scurry off. you weren’t getting any answers, any hints from alex. being quite shy yourself, you weren’t confrontational enough to ask him yourself, leaving you longing for any clue from him whatsoever.

what annoyed you even more was his supposed ‘girlfriend.’ catching a mere glimpse of her made you forget what the word feminism even meant. a few nights ago, you’d accidentally bumped into her backstage, being nice and mumbling a genuine apology despite your emotions towards her. the girl glanced at you with the most utterly dissatisfied expression, ignoring you and strutting off, her white heels clacking on the ground. it made your blood boil, clearly she wasn’t much for kindness.

nick didn’t seem to like her much either, says alex’s publicist set them up to ‘promote the album’ or some bullshit. he’d also informed you she was some model from california who co hosted a gossip talk show, which is why she’d be leaving tomorrow, to go back to la. thank god.

now, you and the band resided in london for a week or so, playing three shows throughout that time. nick had invited you to a quaint little jazz bar that wasn’t far from the hotel, apparently the band and a few other friends were going.

different this time- cornelia murr

as you walked in, your senses were immediately delighted. the ever so melodic symphony of jazz filled the cozy atmosphere, warm lamps casting soft, dim light throughout the space. it was adorable, a perfect contrast to the foggy downpour. you eventually caught eye of the boys, eyes shimmering in the light as you walked over to greet them.

everyone looked pleased to see you, even alex, you noticed. his dark gaze lingered, melting over you like honey. he sat on the end of the circle booth, leaving the only free spot next to him. a bit flustered, you slid in right beside the boy, thighs brushing ever so slightly. he looked absolutely to die for, clad in a black turtleneck, his quiff so perfectly messy. he smelled divine too, like musk with notes of amber and wood.

you felt so warm sitting next to him, butterflies swirling your stomach. as the night went on, they didn’t cease. a soft ‘accidental’ brush of the hand, a lingering touch on the waist when he moved to get past you at the bar, it wasn’t enough. you wanted his hands in your hair, his warm body pressed against yours, yet you weren’t willing to admit that to yourself. so when he smiled at you and whispered, “you look nice,” you could no longer ignore the immense need you had for him, the way his ember eyes were all soft, strands of hair falling over his forehead. still, you remained composed, thanking him and redirecting your attention to your drink.

a mixture of emotions muddled your mind. you were lovesick, all over again. just like the first time you’d met him, his hair all short and face all flustered when he tried to flirt with you at that party years ago. now, you gripped your martini glass, looking back at him with the same gaze, that same eager, loving gaze he once adored you with. that same gaze he held when you gave him his number, the way he smiled at you while he added your contact into his phone almost immediately. he was so sweet that night, so eager to get to know you and it made you feel so warm inside, so appreciated. your heart sank, tears threatening to gloss your eyes.

you could barely handle the way your heart tugged, the warmth of the bar suddenly becoming stuffy and claustrophobic. you pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, fiddling with the napkin before you. you thought about how devastated you would be if just a year ago you knew the situation you were in with alex now. the glimmer of hope that resided in your eager heart now dulled. you were starting to believe this would go nowhere. god, you couldn’t believe how foolish you were.

noticing a tear drop onto the napkin directly below you, you quickly excused yourself, sniffling and mumbling something about needing some fresh air. once outside, you slumped against the bricks and let the tears trickle down your face in steady streams. the weather fit your mood, london fog settling over the tops of buildings, light, crisp rain falling in tandem with your tears.

you sighed, almost laughing at how absurd it all was. you felt so stupid, thinking he truly wanted you back, thinking he was calling you back to him. no, surely dreams and hopes plagued your mind, sickening your poor heart with optimism.

you wiped your tears, noticing how mascara stained your fingertips in streaks and flakes of ivory black. the door to the bar suddenly swung open, startling you a bit. alex peeked out, worrisome eyes gazing back at your teary ones. he made his way over to you, hands stuffed in his pockets. “i just wanted to see if you were okay,” he stated, voice soft as he studied your face.

talk by hozier

you weren’t quite sure how to respond, the tears a dead giveaway to your emotions. you just shrugged. his eyes looked dark, complex. if you could see beyond them you might see a ship struggling amidst a stormy sea, thunder booming down across the choppy cerulean waves. if he was the ship in the storm, you were standing at the shore, waiting for a note in a glass bottle, something, anything.

“i guess i just confused myself,” you uttered, voice wavering. alex looked hurt, as if the words spoken were a hit toward him, a dagger shoved in his heart. “how so?” he questioned.

“it’s stupid.”

“please, you can tell me.”

you shook your head. “i guess-“ you looked down, studying the old cobblestones you stood upon. “i think i just got too hopeful.” you felt sick to your stomach, gulping to put your shaky voice at ease.

he stepped towards you, whispering your name. “look at me, please.” you did so, his eyes twinkling back at yours, strands of damp hair sticking to his forehead. “i’m confused too.” you furrowed your eyebrows. he continued. “i’m confused to why i just lost the love of my life.” his face was now mere inches away from yours. he spoke like he was almost mad, voice laced with emotion, barely above a whisper.

your heart hammered in your ears, the tumultuous swirl of thoughts being ignored momentarily, focusing on nothing but his voice, his eyes, the way his hand now lightly held your chin. “i’m confused to why she’s been in front of me all this time and i haven’t fucking done a thing. i’m confused to why i’m looking at her crying before me right now, how i let this happen.”

your breath hitched. he continued to speak. “i’m confused to why i haven’t told her i still love her, that i never once stopped.” he laced his fingertips in your hair, warm hand cradling your face. you were at a loss for words, no ability to string words together in a sentence that could possibly begin to convey how you felt.

so instead, you pressed your lips to his.

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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR READING!! this is the last part, but i’ll probably write a little epilogue type thingy. hope you enjoyed my loves, sleep tight.

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hazelchooseme · 6 months

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How to train your dragon | Hazel Callahan

AU set in the world of How to Train Your Dragon.

English is not my first language.

Song recommendation: 1950 by King Princess.

Enjoy 🐉

"Whether you like it or not, at some point we are going to have to leave." You said looking down at your dragon.

Magna was a beautiful Night Light, she had black fur covered with white spots, a large white spot around her left eye making her green eyes stand out. She grunted while still lying on her back in the grass. You sighed as you sat next to her.

You looked around observing the stone walls that your dragon refused to climb since she was too busy resting. You couldn't complain though, the vines hugging the walls, the small lake in the center sparkling with the sun, the silence, everything was relaxing and perfect.

A monstrous belly sound brought you out of your trance. You and Magna made eye contact.

"That wasn't me, buddy" With what seemed like an embarrassed smile she began to roll on the floor with no intention of standing up. "C'mon" You clapped your hands as you stood up to grab her paw, trying to make her stop but failing. "Magnaaaa, help with something ball of scales!" You rested your entire body on the corner of her right abdomen, now trying to turn her over. It was enough for her to move a little and you would end up eating dirt. And so she did. You raised your head, spitting out the grass that entered your mouth. "Thank you for nothing, mutant fish. I should have adopted a male." Magna's laugh/grunt brought a smile to your face. As you stood up cleaning the dirt from your clothes you heard another laugh, a human one.

Turning around you could see that it was no one else but Hazel. Fantastic. She saw you being humiliated by the animal.

Hazel was on top of some rocks riding her dragon Heimdall, a gorgeous Hobblegrunt, who now looked yellow showing his happiness.

"Need some help?" She asked with a mocking smile as she landed with Heimdall next to you and got off.

"Hi, Hazel!" You responded with a voice that was high-pitched with nerves."No thanks, we're pretty busy here."

She turned to see how Magna was still rolling on the floor. "Are you sure?"

"Yes... Because she is really focused right now, so if you don't mind—" Before you could finish speaking Magna jumped up and ran straight to Heimdall who was drinking water. That was it, you were going to give her up for adoption as soon as you arrived in the village.

"You need something?" You asked before there was an awkward silence.

"Aaah, right. Emmm.... PJ was looking for you"

"Why? Did something happen to her?" PJ was your best friend and although you loved her very much, she used to do pretty stupid things.

"I don't know, no one could find you so I went looking for you."

"Aaah"

Should you thank? Was it a good thing that she had come to look for you? Did they force her? Is she hating you right now for wasting her precious time on a Sunday afternoon? It wasn't your fault, Magna was the one who wanted to go exploring and since she didn't dare go alone you accompanied her. You never thought that the lazy dragon was going to get tired and rest for hours in the pit of the world. Shit, you were so hungry.

"Are you, like, dating?" Hazel asked suddenly.

"What? Who?"

"You and..." She looked anxious as she spoke. "You and PJ"

"What?! Nonono, she's like my twin, like if I had a stupid sister it would definitly be PJ. You know, like, same blood. Her and I dating. Incest." You spat hastily, wanting to make it clear to her.

"Well, that's a relief then."

"What? Wh—"

"What happened to your arm?" Hazel asked, completely changing the topic, worriedly as she approached, taking off her helmet. Her brown waves bounced off her forehead making her eyes look bluer than they were. You noticed that in this light her eyes looked brighter than when the light of a campfire shined on her, you noted that fact mentally.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Hazel grabbed your arm, you jumped away, trying not to make the move too obvious you started looking at your arm that was bleeding at the elbow and mumbling.

"I probably scratched myself on Magna’s mount when I fell,” you laughed a little, another scratch to remember.

"It looks bad, we need to clean it."

"We?"

Taking your good elbow she guided you towards the lake. Once on the shore she made you kneel, taking a piece of cloth out of one of her pockets and sinking it in the water. Sitting there together you were able to observe her better, her somewhat messy hair that moved slowly with the wind, her frowning brow, her lips pressed together in concentration, on her leather pants you could see some yellow scales that Heimdall must have dropped on the trip, she had grass stuck in the seams of her leather jacket. You honestly wondered if it would be too rude to clean it up for her. The sound of a splash made you turn to look at the lake where both dragons were playing.

"This is not the most hygienic but it will do" Hazel said looking at you with a smile, then with a nod of her head she silently asked you for your elbow. She began to clean carefully, her fingers moved gently over your skin, every few seconds she looked up to give you a tiny smile. Was it your idea or were his hands shaking a little? Or was it you? When your eyes met again, neither of you looked away.

"Hazel?"

"Yes?"

When she made the move to get a little closer she accidentally pressed the cloth on your wound making you hiss in pain. In less than a second your dragon was between you and Hazel. Magna began to growl threateningly at the blue-eyed, causing Heimdall to also become overprotective of his owner. In the blink of an eye both dragons were in attack position.

"Hey, hey! Magna is okay, I'm fine" Standing in front of her you grabbed her by the snout so she could look at you. "She's my friend, I like her, okay? Nothing bad happened, calm down" You began to caress between her eyes, knowing that it would calm her down . You could hear Hazel doing the same thing. After a few minutes both dragons calmed down noticeably. Looking over your shoulder you turned to see Hazel, watching as she rested her forehead on Heimdall's head. When she noticed your gaze she smiled at you.

"We better go"

Nodding your head you climbed onto Magna. Following Heimdall and Hazel you began to fly.

Up here in the clouds with Magna you felt like you could do anything, you could travel every corner of the planet and more. The blow of the wind, the cold, the altitude, everything felt right. Looking to your right you saw Hazel beautiful blue eyes, she was the most beautiful while she was flying, or when she was walking, or when she smiled at you that way. Her hair moving in the wind made you notice that she didn't have her helmet, your stomach twisted, maybe this was your chance.

"How about a race?" Before you could answer, Heimdall began to fly faster, losing him in the clouds. Magna moved excitedly, waiting for you to give her the order.

"Come on, show them what you're made of."

Without thinking for a second, Magna launched herself after the Hobblegrunt.

When you reached them, Magna began to fly in circles around them, then dive to the ground and almost instantly propel herself upwards, surpassing them. She was showing off just like you taught her.

"That's my girl!" You shouted in celebration.

"Nice" Hazel was flying upside down. Among the clouds her blue eyes took on a more grayish tone, you also noted that mentally. She was so close that because of the speed her hair hit your face, if you leaned down you could kiss her forehead. "But not so fast" Saying that she disappeared again.

You sighed. "I'm screwed"

After what seemed like hours of flying and chasing each other you decided to return to the village.

"I'm fucking hungry" You complained as soon as you landed. You turned to check on Hazel but you couldn't help but laugh at her messy hair.

"What?" She asked as if she didn't know what was happening.

"Nothing" You managed to articulate between laughs.

"What? My hair is funny?" She questioned you as she got dangerously close. "It's very messy, does that make you laugh? Let me fix yours." Without anticipation she launched herself at you, her hands ruffling your mop of hair while you laughed and tried to get rid of her. "C'mon baby, let's match"

"Get off of me" You said laughing.

Slowly sliding her hands through your hair she took a step back and walked away.

"Today was fun" She said with a smile "Thank you"

"Thank you for looking for me" You could see in her eyes the internal debate of whether to stay or go so you decided this was the time. "I have something to give you"

You walked towards your house laughing with both dragons following you.

Once you were at home, you went to your room to look for the gift while Hazel waited in the living room. With the box in your hand and trembling with nerves, you cheered yourself up.

"Come on, you just flew through the clouds, this is nothing" But it was all. Hazel was everything. You were pretty sure you loved her, a long time ago. And today she tried to kiss you, you weren't crazy, it had to mean something.

"Here" You handed her the brown box which she immediately began to unpack. "It's...Ummm Consider it a belated birthday present... 3 months late" You were already regretting it.

"Oh my god" Hazel took a helmet out of the box, you had decorated it with metal-tipped studs, which you knew she liked so much. Although the top was black both sides had Heimdall drawing and hand painting by you, the glasses were automatically retroactive if she pressed a button on the back.

When you noticed that she didn't react or say anything, you started to ramble. "I drew Heimdall yellow because I know he's happy to have you. Emmm... Maybe it doesn't combine with he's mount, but I can make you a new one... You know, this is what I do" You laughed uncomfortably. But you still didn't get a response. "Hazel?"

She slowly began to move the helmet between her hands. "It's... It's beautiful, I... I have no idea what to do or say"

"Nothing! You don't have to do or say anything, it's just a gift"

"It's not just a gift" She looked up at you, you had never seen her so serious. "This is the most precious thing for me from now on"

You swallowed hard, unable to break eye contact.

"I'm glad you liked it" You blurted out stupidly.

"I better go" She said as she walked towards the door, before opening it she turned again. "Thank you so much"

When the door closed you were able to breathe normally again but your heart did not stop beating strongly.

"That was—" But before you could finish the door opened again with a loud bang.

Hazel came back in, this time she walked straight towards you. When she arrived in front of you she began to open and close her mouth, searching for the right words. . "I'm not good with words but... I know you feel the same way I do, tell me I haven't misinterpreted everything, please" Nothing else was necessary, you knew perfectly well what she was referring to.

"Yes, I do, I-I feel the same"

Without saying anything else she grabbed you by the waist and brought you closer. Her hand rested on your cheek, she didn't have to ask, you just nodded in response. The first touch of lips was calm, just enjoying the moment, you could notice her soft lips, almost as if they were made of silk. You don't remember if it was you or her but someone started kissing harder. You remembered the moment at the lake, the way she touched you so delicately, here it was the complete opposite. She slid her hand behind your neck in a way that made your entire body tingle with excitement, desire. Her other hand was still resting on your waist, grabbing the fabric of your shirt as if she wanted to tear it off. Your hands were tangled in her hair, pulling from time to time causing a sound in her that you never wanted to forget. While her lips continued exploring yours, her tongue ran over your lower lip, you opened your lips slowly allowing her to lick the corner of your lips. The electricity that felt all over your body reminded you of the feeling of flying over the clouds, exciting and at the same time reassuring, as if you belonged there, on each other's lips. Your hands stopped on her chest, feeling how hard her heart was beating. Sucking the tip of her tongue you slid your hand inside her shirt, her moan sent shivers down your spine. The kiss began to calm down, ending with Hazel placing small kisses on your lips and then on your nose and then all over your face. She kissed your neck and then leaned on you.

"I was dying to do that." She laughed.

Still with your hands shaking you explored her back feeling her chills. "We have a lot to talk" Just at that moment, both Magna and Heimdall ran into the place, throwing you on the floor and licking you as if they knew what had just happened.

As you tried to get Magna off you, you were grateful to have such a lazy dragon.

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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PLEASE PLEASE #24!! breeding,spanking, and cum play are so hot ngl I’m begging you. also ik this pet name is a cliche, but could you use princess?

honestly make this the raunchiest, dirtiest, masterpiece ever.😼

Hello, my dear! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! *hugs*😘🙈

— [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist] [SONG REC]

You and Patrick decided to have a child, and as a true perfectionist, he planned every single detail of your future pregnancy. One day he resolved that he wanted to breed you in some special place, so he decided to take you to Hawaii, where you could rest and it would also be very good for your health.

A sound of waves crushing lulled you into a sweet nap as you lay on the beach terrace under the tent on soft, big pillows. The surrounding air was so warm that it enveloped you like a cocoon, making you feel completely tranquil and relaxed. You let out a small gasp of joy when you felt a tantalizing sensation in your lower abdomen. At first you just squirmed a little in your place, but then you suddenly found yourself moaning lustfully from the nagging feeling in your womb.

"A-ahh," you mewled, your eyes wide open as you were now fully awake. "Gosh, Patrick?"

Confused, you sneaked under the thin blanket to see Patrick's flushed face buried between your legs, sucking on your sensitive bud.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks." Bateman murmured and continued to slurp at your dripping pussy, stroking your inner thighs with his large palms.

"Pat-Patrick! We're on the beach, for Christ's sake!"

He moaned against your clit, his vibration making you arch your back in a sweet convulsion. "We're in a private zone, don't worry," he tugged on your tip, then flicked it with his wet tongue. "Mmm, you were sleeping so adorably, I couldn't resist."

Twitching on the pillows, you had to shush yourself with a hand as his mouth was about to be the death of you - Patrick was greedily comsuming all of your delicious flavor, alternating between swiping your little tip and giving your pussy long licks. With a soft whimper, you couldn't help but grab onto his head for support, running your fingers through his brown hair.

"A-aww, Patty," you pressed a finger to your lips, making eye contact with him and melting from the inside out. "Mmhm ... it feels s-so good, Daddy."

You heard his sassy chuckle before he planted a sloppy kiss on your mound and pulled the blanket off completely.

"Daddy knows how to treat pussy right," he made his way to your chest, kissing your skin wherever he could. "My beautiful little girl."

Inch by inch, he set your body on fire, especially when he reached your heavy breasts, kissing and sucking them one by one. Gasping, you tilted your head back to give him better access to your boobs, and he immediately appreciated it as he locked his mouth around your swollen nipple, swirling his skillful tongue around it. God, you thought you were going to pass out from the pleasure, not to mention the way his hard groin brushed against your needy pussy, occasionally touching your clit.

"Mmm-aaah! Daddy, please..."

"Please, what?"

"Fuck m-me, please," your voice wavered with excitement. "Use my pussy, Daddy. I'm all yours."

"I know, Princess," Bateman mused after he had finished with your little peaks, leaving them completely swollen. "I know you're mine, but I love the way it sounds from your mouth."

Possessively, Patrick moved close to your face and pulled you into a hard kiss, you gasped against his mouth, tasting yourself and losing your mind with each slide of your tongues. In one smooth motion, Bateman released his fully erected dick and pressed your bent legs against your chest so he could fuck you really hard, insanely hard and deep.

It felt so amazing to be beneath him with your legs resting on his broad shoulders, to feel his big palms slapping your ass and then groping it so intensely. Before you closed your eyes, you watched him pepper your ankle with soft kisses, and then your whole body shook as he rammed into you in one quick thrust.

"A-aww! Daddy, mmmm …" you wrapped your legs around his loin and looked up at him, his toned muscles now flexing so much. "Oh, GOD, you are so b-big, so big …" You cried out, trying your best to adjust to his huge size.

With a sharp growl, Bateman leaned down and kissed your forehead, picking up the pace and pounding harder into you, pressing you down with his massive weight.

"Cry all you want… I know you're enjoying this, Princess," Patrick murmured, before getting on his knees and putting a pillow under your ass. "Fuck … you have such a tight little pussy ... mmhm, I'm gonna make her so full of my cum."

"Please, Daddy! I w-want to carry your child s-so badly," your miserable whimpering was all that mattered to him, that spurred him to fuck you faster, your bodies slapping against each other with shameless, nasty sounds. "A-aww! Gosh, it's so deep, mmm-aaah!"

"Oh, yes, my dear (Y/N), you will give me as many kids as I want," Patrick groaned, pulling out of you for a moment to jerk himself a bit and spill his pre-cum on your belly. "Jesus, look at you ... such a cock addicted slut."

You moaned pitifully from the feeling of his warm fluid on your skin.

Gradually, Bateman smeared his pre-cum along your abdomen with his fingers, tracing them up until they met your twitching lips. "Open your mouth."

He didn't have to ask you twice, you obeyed instantly, taking his soaked fingers inside and licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so delicious ... Daddy," your own dirty talk almost sent you over the edge. "I can't wait for you to knock me up, Patty."

Patrick grinned arrogantly but gently, enjoying the view of your exposed body covered in his dense liquid.

"I'm going to make you so fucking pregnant," he bottomed you out again. "Mmm ... and I'm going to do it again ... and again, Princess. Do you understand that?"

He grunted and you almost fainted as he changed the angle of penetration, pressing your elongated leg almost flat against your chest, stretching you from the inside with crazy intensity.

"Yes ... ahhh, yesssss ... I'm cumming, I ... GOSH!"

"That's it, girl ... cum all over my dick!"

He punctuated each word with ragged, rough strokes, prolonging your heavy climax and making you bite your lower lip almost to the blood. Your inner muscles were so tight that Patrick couldn't hold back anymore as he shot his hot cum into your throbbing womb, making it so full and abused that you seemed to orgasm again.

Nothing in this world felt better than being claimed by this irresistible man.

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alreadyblondenow · 2 years

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Who’s gonna drive you home? (Part 1.)

Pairing: Racer Jaehyun x female reader x Racer Taeyong

Genre: Love triangle, racer au, fluff, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of alcohol, one night stand, cursing, mentions of being fuck buddies, kind of bathtub sex, kind of and almost kitchen sex, kind of illegal racing, betting. NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND A 100% MADE UP FROM MY MIND. Inspired by Jackson Wang’s ‘Who’s gonna drive you home’ song. Oh gosh i love that song :(( Part 1 is the chillest part of the story HAHAHA part 2 is crazy. Decided to put it in half because the story was so long. Pls enjoy, let me know what you feel through ask!

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“You have to win today’s race dude, the car prize is absolutely gorgeous. Plus, we all can’t afford to loose any more money. The shop is—“

“On the line. I know. I heard Taeyong’s going to race tonight? How come I don’t see him around?” Jaehyun said while searching through the crowd. It was a normal race night where the crowd was wild, cars are all lined up looking pretty and such, they’re all just waiting for the number one contender. Lee Taeyong. The unbeatable racer, Jaehyun’s number one enemy in the streets.

“Alright people lets get down to business. Money and bets down!!!” Mark announced through his Megaphone excitedly.

“Taeyong hyung will be here in a minute” Mark continues and quickly glanced at Taeyong’s trailer.

“Five thousand cash and a date with Johnny’s girl” Jungwoo said which made everyone “oooh” in excitement, but Johnny is already furious about it.

“That’s not fair— dude, my girlfriend is not a prize” Johnny exclaimed, if Haechan wasn’t there to stop him, he will be punching Jungwoo this instance.

“Well Johnny hyung, rules are rules. We can only hope that Jungwoo looses— Jaehyun hyung?”

“Ten thousand cash and Taeyong’s car”

And the moment Jaehyun dropped those words, the area went quiet because what Jaehyun just said is a total shot to the moon. Impossible but everyone knew that Jaehyun is a good driver too, and if Taeyong looses his car his reputation as the greatest racer is on the line.

“Jeong Jaehyun, you know how to challenge me” Taeyong said out of nowhere, “Call. You want my car, I want your shop”

And in an instant, the tension became even more extreme for Jaehyun did not see this coming. He looked at his friends with worried eyes, seeing them shook their heads for neither one of them don’t want to loose the shop. But for Jaehyun, it’s all or nothing.

“Deal. Let’s race”

You on the other hand, is freezing at the back of Jisung’s car, waiting for the perfect timing to tell him to pull over.

“Aaah as expected, Taeyongie hyung is leading the race again” he said as cars passed by in front of you and Jisung now, seeing Taeyong’s car first.

“You never watch him race, how come?” The kid curiously asked you.

“I always wanted to watch him. But he kept our relationship secret, so I’m not allowed—“

“But you’re here tonight? Why?” He cut you off. What’s up with this kid you thought.

“And it’s my biggest mistake Ji, he broke up with me tonight because he told me—“ And in the middle of your sentence, it reminded you how Taeyong broke up with you earlier. Hot tears started falling uncontrollably, and you can feel your heart breaking into half… again.

Earlier that night

You were excited to surprise Taeyong tonight even though he told you don’t come to the race, but you haven’t seen him for days and you thought he was going to be happy and excited too once he sees you… but it turned out to be a disaster.

“You’re being childish, can’t you wait until tomorrow?” Taeyong asked in an angry tone.

“What is your problem—“ he’s never been like this.

“You. You are my problem. You have to leave” he was gently pushing you away, his arm is around your waist but still you don’t like what’s happening right now.

“Are you hiding something from me? Why do you keep me out from your world Tae? Were dating for months already. Do you have someone else? That’s why you don’t want me to go to your races?”

“Again. You’re being childish— I can’t deal with this tonight, the race is about to begin. Jisung will drive you home” he said with angry eyes, but before he leaves he tried to kiss you but you refused.

“I am here Tae. We have a problem to fix and your damn race is more important?” You scoffed, “maybe it’s better if we stopped this so I could never bother you again like this” you didn’t mean it, and for a second you really thought that he will stop you from breaking up.

But he didn’t.

“If that’s what you want. Do whatever you want. I honestly think that our relationship is already too much for me,”

And he left without saying another word. Just like that.

Present time

Jaehyun lost the race and at the same time he lost his shop and all his friends are mad at him for putting the shop on the line. He kept on thinking about his mistakes tonight while downing shots in front if him.

If only he was fast enough. Faster than Taeyong, he thought.

If only he could bet on something else other than his shop…. But he got nothing.

“Is this seat taken?” You disturbed him,

“N-no, I’m alone” Jaehyun said with surprise, stuttering because he was strucked by your beauty. The whole night that you were drinking beside him, he was secretly watching you with the thoughts of maybe driving you home because you seem so drunk already.

“If you got something to say, just say it” you said out of nowhere, it was obvious that he was watching you. And if you’re being honest it’s not a bad idea to start a conversation with someone so handsome… even after getting your heart broken tonight. What will Taeyong do? Surely talking to this handsome guy is not a crime.

But given that you’re both drunk and not to mention the sexual tension was quick to arise. Jaehyun leaned forward and drank your lost shot. “I think you should come with me, I’ll drive you home” he said with all the courage he has left.

He lost his friends, the race, and his shop. Of course he thinks he deserves a decent fuck tonight. That is… if you want it too, he thought to himself.

“How about you take me to your place?” You said, as if you were reading his mind.

Of course the two of you didn’t waste more time in that cheap bar, you and Jaehyun went to his place fucked the whole night until you say ‘stop’. He fucked you on the dining table, his bedroom floor, and of course his bed. He was good, big, gentle but can be rough if you ask him to. He was the perfect fuck you needed tonight.

“Fuck— please. I’m so weak” you pleaded as you feel your knees give up while he continues to fuck you from behind, your left hand was reaching behind to stop his lustful thrusts, but the man wrapped both his arms around your body and started touching your boobs… making you want more of it but you just can’t fucking handle it anymore.

“Give Taeyongie one last round” the man behind you whispers and started licking your neck and placed wet kisses afterwards.

Wait. Taeyong?

You looked behind you and saw Taeyong’s lustful eyes. Smiling weakly at you handsomely. It was one of those looks where you feel so loved and protected by this man. And it just makes you fall even harder for him. You shut your eyes gave in to his touch, letting him fuck you for another round. In fact, you were asking for more and moaning so beautifully to let him know that you love what we was doing to your body.

But by the time you opened your eyes, it was all just a dream. And then your broken heart greets you ‘good morning, you lost Taeyong last night’

“You’re awake” Jaehyun brought you to reality and reached for his thick blanket to cover you up. His beautiful face was the first thing you saw, realizing what you’ve done together last night but you didn’t have any regrets. So the good fuck from your dream was because of this man beside you.

A one night stand. That’s all.

After you cleaned yourself up and made yourself decent, you sat at the edge of his bed while he was looking so hot shirtless in bed. His face was lit up, pink and beautiful with those deep cute dinples. Beautiful and handsome at the same time. You couldn’t believe this man fucked you senseless last night.

“Please tell me you remember giving me your phone number last night” he started, teasing you in some way.

“Yeah I remember and that’s for emergency use only” you flirted back.

“I hope the man who left you regrets every second of it” Jaehyun said. You don’t remember telling him about that part but truth is Jaehyun dried your tears last night while you were sleeping.

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Days after the breakup you haven’t heard anything from Taeyong. But little did you know, the man was having a hard time, now that you’re gone. If only he could tell you the real reason why he broke up with you… but he can’t.

“Jungwoo hyung was bold last night, asking a date with Johnny hyung’s girl” Mark informed Taeyong.

“Good thing I won then,” Taeyong said without emotions while continuing to repair the damages from the previous race. “That’s why I couldn’t risk the world knowing about me & y/n— she couldn’t understand that I’m protecting her from my enemies…”

“But hyung, you love her—“

“And I will regret for the rest of my life if something bad happens to her because of my doing. This is for the better”

“Anyway, about Jaehyun hyung’s shop… should we visit him now?” Mark changed the subject,

“I just broke up with Y/n, Mark. I can’t handle business yet. I’ll talk to him soon… also dont you think what I did was too much? His shop was all he has, I’ll make another deal and talk to him”

“G-got it… I’m sorry about Y/n, hyung”

And when Mark left Taeyong to be alone, your ex-boyfriend can’t focus with almost everything he tries to do because he misses you. On days like this, you’re usually with him, watching his fix his car while he tells you how he won last night. He misses your curiosity, the randomness of every question you ask him. In other words, this is him regretting that he broke up with you.

But hearing about Jungwoo and Johnny’s bet last night made him think that he did the right thing even though you’re both hurting.

———

While Jaehyun was cleaning his shop and preparing it to its new owner, he couldn’t let go of the stress and heartbreak that’s happening right now. It has been days since he lost from the race, but Taeyong haven’t contacted him yet. Nonetheless, he was still struggling to let go.

The shop gave him friends, which are all mad at him right now and he’s too ashamed to call them. This place was their safe space, an escape from reality. Not to mention, everyone in town loved this car shop and they had loyal customers.

“Hello? Anybody here?” you knock on the car shop’s locked door… but the sign says ‘open’. But just before you leave the place, someone from the inside opened the door which made you both froze.

“Uh— well… uhh… this is a surprise. Do you work here?” You asked Jaehyun. Honestly, you’re not sure if that’s his name.

“I sorta… ehem… own this car shop— what do you have here? Looks heavy—“ he then carried the box that you were carrying and invited you in. It was clear as the day, that the place was indeed closed and he was just too busy flipping the sign.

“The shop is closed because?” You started, and your question gave hurt Jaehyun.

“Lost a bet. Long story short— well, well, what do you have here? These car parts are expensive… these yours? You drive?”

“Ex’s. Long story short” Jaehyun nodded and immediately got the message. You were trying to forget your ex. Good for you, you thought.

“Well, if were being fair right now… these aren’t technically yours… so,” he teased you, just making you smile. “How about, I take you to dinner in exchange for these good car parts?”

You got to admit, the man is smooth. It wasn’t a bad idea after all. He was a good distraction. “Okay, tonight then? Where are you taking me?” You smiled and leaned forward. Oh you missed his smell.

“Somewhere breathtaking,” he smiled back and placed a kiss on your cheek. He shouldn’t have done that, but he can’t help it he thought.

The sudden sweetness made your heart flutter, you didn’t expect that he’s capable of being this sweet. “What a gentleman,” you giggled, “pick me up at 7?”

But Jaehyun arrived earlier than expected, he was that excited to see you. Maybe, this wasn’t out of desperation to forget his current situation and problems. Maybe, he really wanted this to work. And change his life.

Little did he know, you were actually trouble.

As you were looking through the window to see Jaehyun outside, you suddenly remembered how Taeyong took you out on your first date. Back then you didn’t know anything about his world, you just knew that Taeyong is so handsome and you scored a kind hearted man. That night, Taeyong brought you to a fancy restaurant and ate steak, drank expensive wine and had a great time in his bed until the sun comes out.

Now you’re just not sure anymore if going with Jaehyun is the right thing to do. It’s not right to see someone who’s nice like him, while you’re still hurting from your past. So tonight, you decided to be honest with Jaehyun. You will finally tell him about Taeyong, and that you are not emotionally ready for him. Yet.

“You race? Guess I was too drunk to realize that your car was fast, during our first night” you gave him a hug before you get in his car. You noticed how his car was like Taeyong’s. Shiny and expensive.

“I wasn’t driving fast that night. Figured I might startle you— do you know something about racing?”

First of all, you wanted to say that it will not bother you even if he goes fast because Taeyong always drives fast. Second, you didn’t really want to talk about Taeyong now, you’re saving it for later and admit that you know a few things about racing.

“I can drive, let’s just leave it to that,” you smiled and put your seatbelt on, “you can drive fast, I don’t mind” you added. He just smiled his usual handsome, dimpled smile. “So where’s this breathtaking place?”

“Oh you’ll see” he smiled again, and started driving. “I should drive safe. Especially that you’re with me. That will put me at ease”

The date went on beautifully. You learned a lot of things about Jaehyun, while he gets nothing from you. Yet. But Jaehyun wasn’t in a rush, he was simply happy and thankful that you’re okay with spending time with him. Yes, he may be handsome and all the girls wanted to date him, but he never really gave them attention. But you, you have his attention. And even though he was nervous and unprepared, he liked this feeling that you’re giving to him.

“Did you enjoyed the dinner?” Jaehyun asked, keeping his eyes on the road while peaking from time to time on your side, just so he could look at you more. “Sorry if you’re expecting something grand for tonight— it’s my first time taking someone out on a proper date—“

“Jaehyun, I have to be honest with you— I’m not yet ready for this, I literally got my heart broken the night we first met. And I’m secretly, still wishing that he will come back, that T—“

“Don’t do this tonight. I understand. I really do,” Jaehyun let out a heavy breath before stopping the car just so you two can talk better. “Just let me try, let things flow and if we don’t work out then at least I didn’t let the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met go without taking the chance”

And again, the sweet words got into you. “And besides, you need a distraction” he added and showed you a very handsome smile.

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When you let Jaehyun enter your life, you didn’t expect great changes in your life. He was supposed to be a distraction from your heartbreak, a guy who’s willing to make you cum and warm your bed almost every night. But the more Jaehyun stay in your life…. The more you want him to stay for a little longer.

It started when mornings felt light because you knew he stayed and his face will be the first thing that you will see in the morning.

When his kisses felt different and you love receiving them especially when you haven’t seen him for hours or days, and you just miss him so much. He would kiss you in public, in front of the people he knew, wrap his arms around you and whisper, “You don’t know what you do to me when were apart” and spread kisses on your face.

The day you admitted to yourself that you love him, you knew that you’re with the right person. And that you’ve completely understood what love really means. Although Jaehyun never told you he loves you, but you can see it as clear as the day.

When he takes you out on a cheap date because he wanted to do something special for you.

When he goes an extra mile with making you home cooked meals.

When you just kiss lovingly before you two go to sleep.

Jaehyun knew he won already. And that his love is already accepted, he’s just waiting for you to tell him.

“I’m almost done, where are you?” Jaehyun spoke through the phone. He was still in the car shop, he works there now. He’s not the boss, but at least he can still be with the place. “I’ll be home soon, let’s have dinner together, I haven’t had lunch. Cook for me?”

“Mhmm. I’m already cooking right now, so you need to be home fast— you know you can move in with me, I’d love to share my place with you” you said which made Jaehyun giggle. You hate how he can’t take care of himself when you’re not around.

“We’ve talked about this,” he giggled again, “I’m saving up for our place. I don’t want to be a freeloader, and besides it’s good investment for our future” he teased you, you knew he was talking about marriage.

When Jaehyun was on his way home, he was so excited to see you that he was going too fast that other cars were pissed at him. And that gave him an idea. If he can go back to racing again, he can save up fast and he could ask you to marry him. Jaehyun smiled at that thought, but he immediately remembered that it’s a life he already left because, well, now that he has you… he has someone to lose now.

“Wow you’re dirty…” you greet him the moment he enters your place. His white shirt was full of grease, hands were dirty too, but he was still handsome as ever. “How many satisfied customers today?” You kissed him on the lips as part of your way of saying ‘welcome home, you can relax now’.

“A lot” he smiled back and pulled you closer. “How about we shower together?” He suggested with a smirk.

“How about I give you a bath and clean you up? And then we’ll have dinner. Thought you were hungry?” You tug his shirt and push him towards your bathroom and prepared a warm bath for him.

He was quiet while you were washing his hair, careful not to put shampoo in his eyes. His right arm is resting on the tub, while the other one is reaching for yours as if you’re going somewhere any minute. You wonder what’s on his mind.

Of course it was the racing. Jaehyun was thinking long and hard about it, over and over again. He never told you about the reason why he stopped from racing, he never told you the reason why he lost his shop. You just know that he is not in trouble, and that he’s genuine as he can be. And that’s one of the many reason why you love him.

“There all clean,” you sat beside the tub, playing with his clean fingers under the warm water. He was still quiet while his eyes were glued in the ceiling.

To catch his attention, your hand traveled through his hard rocked abs and touched it softly. No reaction.

You then reach for his hand, and licked his point finger and put it in your mouth that’s how you got his attention and went hard in an instant. With no other words, he attacked you with kisses and helped you remove your damped clothes. Joining Jaehyun in the tub and sitting on top of him. “What were you thinking?” You moaned out when you feel Jaehyun suck you boobs and knead them, pinching the other with his wet hand, making you real sensitive.

“You. Are you tired?” He asked, while putting shower gel on your body and applying it gently in your skin. Making it slippery for his liking, kneading your boobs, your ass cheeks and gently massaging your back.

“Do you want me to give you a massage tonight?” You asked, stroking his hard cock under the water while he was rinsing you with the shower head.

“I want to make love like crazy tonight” he said which made you both giggle.

You don’t know what’s up with Jaehyun tonight, but you can feel that he’s longing for you almost like he was saying through his kisses that he’s afraid of losing you. He was pulling you closer, whispering sweet things, and the things he want to do to you tonight…. Starting with flipping your body on the mattress, face flat on the clean and fluffy sheets but your ass is up in the air. You shivered when Jaehyun blew cold air on your wet slit. Running his fingers up and down until you’re wet and good before he licks you softly.

It’s his hand placed on your hip, soothing you whenever he feels like you’re giving up.

But he wanted more. And so he spreads you ass cheeks, licked your entrance oh so fucking slowly that your legs couldn’t take the tingling. Earned a light smack in the ass, before Jaehyun continues to lick you from behind. Enjoying how your ass would shake in front of his face. And the moment you came, Jaehyun was kissing your ass cheeks, teasing you further and making you giggle. He made his way beside you, checking if you’re still awake.

“Can you stop playing already?” You said with a small laugh. He rolled on top of you, spreading kisses on your face and neck while he made you swing your arms around him. Oh he loves being close to you like this.

You feel his hand sooth your left leg before he spreads it and line his cock. You moan at feeling of the tip of his cock teasing your wer entrance. “You know, I can cum with just gliding my cock on your slit” he said with a low voice but of course he will not be satisfied. He then slowly pushed in, watching every inch of his cock go inside you and watch you melt with his stroke. He did not move for a few minutes, kissing you one too many times and telling you how much you feel so good around him, even asking you if you’re okay. And when he finally pulled out, he sees his cock glisten with your pussy juices and was happy that he made you so wet.

Moving slowly with a slight force, your boobs were moving up and down and Jaehyun loves the sight of it. You reached for his hand and made him touch your boobs, but he decided to pinch your nipples instead and put it in his mouth. He was moaning so hard, moving his hips rhythm while you receive every ounce of pleasure and admiration. And whenever you peek at him, you see him looking straight into your eyes with all the love he has for you.

“I love you too,” you said moaning. He heard it well. He stopped for a second to let it sink in, reached for your hand and kissed it.

After your confession, his thrusts became sharper and made you weak in an instant. Gripping Jaehyun’s hands so hard as he fucks you, begging him, moaning his name, and making the night even memorable for the two of you when you reached for his face and before you came. You breathing so hard. So hard that you wanted to push him away, but you can’t be apart from him.

“Oh she’s sleepy, don’t you want to make the night longer?” Jaehyun said, teasing you while kissing your hands again. He was giggling when you fell asleep while still gripping his arm like you’re still telling him to stop. He was the one who put on clean clothes on you and made sure you’ll have a warm bed tonight. But even though he was the reason for your beautiful sleep, Taeyong is the one in your dreams and still make you tear up in your sleep.

Jaehyun hold on to you. Physically and figuratively. He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together,letting you know that someone is waiting for you. And that he loves you, more than you can ever imagine.

“Good morning” you didn’t have second thoughts with waking him up with kisses. You missed him already and you can’t get enough of him.

“Aren’t you tired?” He smiles and pull you close. Oh he’s so cute.

“I am but I really want to start our day already,” you poked his dimples m. “It’s our first day, officially”

Jaehyun’s eyes went big immediately and smiled sweetly. He rolled on top of you and showered you with kisses, making you feel so loved this morning. So this is love you thought.

The day went on slow. You’ve never flirted like this before and if you’re both being honest, it fees like you haven’t been seeing each other for months already. Everyday together is a new feeling, like a new gift you’re excited to open. That’s how excited you are with your commitment with Jaehyun.

And to think that, you’re the one who pushed him so many times because you weren’t sure with your feelings and you still love Taeyong… you just hate yourself with the thought of hurting him that way.

“You made me skip work, but you’re the one who’s not here with me” he giggles and nuzzles his nose on your nape which tickled you and brought you back to reality. “What are you thinking?” He smiled, curious while leaning towards you by the kitchen table.

“Hmm. Nothing. I just remembered how I used to push you away and look at us now” you said, racking his soft hair and pulling him closer in between you bare legs.

“Told you. I’ll keep coming back,” he smiled back put his hand on your waist and started kissing your neck with want. As if his kisses were telling you that he’s not going anywhere. Soon his hands traveled under your borrowed shirt and feel his cold hands on your skin.

“We haven’t had breakfast” you whispered near his ear.

“You’re my breakfast,” he smirked and put his hand inside your panties, not wasting anymore time and started making you wet with his fingers. Slowly gliding it up and down, not rushing and rather taking his time with torturing you. This time, his kisses were slow but hungrier, his tongue made you weak and made you want for more. You can’t stay still because the pleasure was building up and it’s building up fast. “Spread your legs” you asked nicely with a sexy tone, you wanted to melt right then and there but you can only follow what he says. “How do you like my fingers?” He asked once again while you’re getting comfortable on the kitchen table with your legs wide open and Jaehyun in between them. “Slowly like this?” He ran his middle finger on your wet slit oh so slowly which made you weak and moan his name. It was a slow, feather like touch from him. No sign of pressure from his fingers, just pure teasing and pleasure.

Jaehyun saw the effect from he did, he smiled and went back to kissing you with want as he continues what he was doing down there. And when he felt your legs closing, and everything was already too much for you, he focused on your clit and made you cum from teasing it. You were so frustrated and wanted something other than teasing, but your boyfriend was enjoying. You can only roll your eyes at him but still give him the kisses he asks for. “We have all day. I’ll make it up to you” he giggled and you two continued kissing each other while talking, having a sweet time together.

Until Jaehyun’s phone kept on ringing. Which he continues to ignore because it was an unknown number. After a few missed calls, it stopped ringing.

Then your doorbell rang. By this time you hate how the world continues to ruin your quality time together. “Ugh. I’m not expecting anyone today—“

“It’s okay, I’ll go check on it. You can go fix yourself first” he kissed you and helped you down. Jaehyun then grabbed his shirt from the couch before opening the door, and there Taeyong was standing.

Taeyong was surprised but he didn’t show it. He saw Jaehyun wearing his shirt as he opens the door.

Then you arrived to the scene shortly, wearing a man’s shirt and short shorts.

It wasn’t hard to solve Taeyong thought. You two completely slept together… and now he’s boiling with anger. But of course he’s not showing it.

“Tae… what are you doing here,” Your heart was breaking again as you said his name. He changed so much. He got thinner, the sparkle in his eyes were gone and you almost didn’t recognized him.

“Came to talk to you,” Taeyong answered coldly, “but I see that you have company already,”

It’s been months since the breakup and you didn’t thought that he wanted to fix what you had together. You wanted so bad to hear what he has to say, and truth be told you wanted to talk to— but suddenly, Jaehyun interfered.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you” Jaehyun said with pride.

Taeyong gets what he wants. Always. But this time Jaehyun is the one leading in this race, and he will not let Taeyong win.

“And who are you to speak for her, Jaehyun?” Taeyong replied and by this time you were shocked to the core that they knew each other.

“Jae, you know him?”

“I’ll explain everything later,” Jaehyun said to you.

And while Taeyong was watching you two talk, it was clear to him that he lost you already today. And so with a heavy heart and no goodbyes or whatsoever, he walked away from the two of you. But you were quick to follow him. And as you chase Taeyong, Jaehyun on the other hand hot hurt with your actions. He didn’t stopped you anymore and let you follow Taeyong. Clearly you wanted to talk to him too, Jaehyun can only hope that you wont forget that he exists.

“Tae— how are you?” You stopped Taeyong from getting in his car. He turned and faced you, sadness in his eyes were visible.

“Do you love him?” Taeyong asked with a firm tone. Almost mad but this time he didn’t want his anger to ruin what he can still fix . “Do you love him?” He then once again asked with a softer tone.

“Because I’m here to bring you back Y/n,”

You stand in front of Taeyong in shock. Confused to what is happening right now, but most importantly… why can’t you answer his question when you just said to Jaehyun that you love him. Last night while you two were making love.

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norris-lando · 8 months

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all of the girls you loved before

Carlos Sainz x reader

summary: In which you and Carlos reminisce your relationship on your wedding day.

based on the song All Of The Girls You Loved Before by Taylor Swift

warnings: -

author's note: AAAH. I'm not so sure about this. I just wanted to write something overly cute. I hope you guys enjoy this :) And please, let me know your thoughts!

word count: 2.4k

You were nervous but excited. With people rushing around you, helping you get dressed and put on your makeup and doing your hair, everything started to feel so much more real. The day was finally here. You and Carlos were finally getting married.

You could still remember the first time you laid on eyes on the man that you were soon going to be calling your husband.

It was race day in Miami and your friend dragged you to the GP against your will. You had never been interested in Formula 1 but agreed to go with her so that you wouldn't have to listen to her whine about it any longer.

flashback

The sun was shining high up on the sky and it felt almost burning on your skin. You were annoyed because your friend had went running off on her own somewhere and you were lost. The crowd off people walking around didn't help and even though you tried to call your friend over and over, she didn't answer.

Frustration was building up in the pit of your stomach as you desperately pushed past the sea of people in search of your friend. You had just about had enough of the aimless wandering when you suddenly ran into something — or rather someone.

"Oh," you let out a gasp, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

Your trail of thought came to a stop as you looked up at the handsome stranger you had bumped into.

Deep, brown eyes stared back at you as a small, apologetic smile was dancing on the strangers lips. He seemed to be in a rush and the driver suit hanging low on his waist should have been an indicator as to what was causing his rush.

"No, no, no, it's okay," he hurried to say.

You could hear the accent in his speech and it, along his very cute smile, made your legs wobbly. Your hands became clammy from the sweat and you could swear you were blushing just a little bit.

Something came over you. You weren't usually like this. You didn't really put yourself out there when it came to guys. But this time was different.

You extended your hand and said, "I'm y/n."

The stranger gladly accepted your handshake, taking your hand in his.

"Carlos," he said as he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."

You could hear someone call his name from a distance. His gaze hesitantly pulled away from yours as he looked in the direction where the voice came from.

He let go of your hand, his eyes returning to yours. "I'm sorry, I have to go," he looked around for a moment as if he was waiting for a miracle - something that would inevitably tie you together.

Carlos, as much as you, didn't want this moment to end. From the very first time your eyes locked and your bodies touched, it felt like everything you had ever been searching for was right there in front of you. As if the stars aligned.

"Can I give you my number?" You quickly said. The words came out so fast out of your mouth they almost merged into something unrecognizable.

Embarraced, you started to rummage around your purse for a piece of paper and a pen.

"I'm sorry, I know you're in a rush," you scribbled numbers on the tiny piece and handed it to Carlos, "but if you want, you can call me. Or text me. Or something. Whatever you want. You don't have to-"

A laugh escaped Carlos' lips. He took the paper from your hands and you stopped rumbling.

"I'll call you. Or text you," he said and gave you a wink before he disappeared just as soon as he first appeared.

For a moment you stood still, thinking what just happened didn't really happen. You had to pinch yourself but it still felt so unreal.

You shook your head as your gaze dropped down on the ground, smile hanging from your lips. What did I just get myself into, you thought.

end of flashback

The door to the dressing room opened and your mom walked in. She had her hands on her mouth, hiding the fact that her mouth was wide open in awe as she saw you in your beautiful wedding dress.

"Oh, darling," she said, trying to carefully wipe the tears of happiness falling down her cheeks.

A wide smile grew on your lips and this time it was you who was trying to stop the tears from falling.

"You're gonna make me cry and they just finished my makeup," you told your mother as you pulled her in for a hug.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm just so happy for you." She held you by your shoulders, looking at you with a sentimental look on her face. It was a proud moment for her - seeing you get married.

There were times when you, along with everyone who knew you, thought this day might not ever come around. It wasn't like you didn't have men lining up, left and right, pining over you. But they just were never right or the timing was wrong. There was always something. It felt like no matter what you did, your relationships always came to a dead end.

That is, until Carlos came along.

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Butterflies filled your stomach as you waited for Carlos. It was your first date and he had promised to come pick you up.

You looked around, the street busy with people coming and going. It felt reassuring to you to know that no one knew how nervous you really were. To know that you probably weren't the only feeling nervous at this moment.

Two teenagers walked by you. Their faces were lit up with bright smiles as they clung to one another. It looked like they were in their own world - like no one else mattered. You couldn't help but smile as well at the sight.

Soon enough Carlos was in front of you. He rushed out of the car with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Carnations. They were your favorite and the smile you had grew wider.

"Hey," Carlos handed you the flowers, "I got you something."

You graciously accepted them, taking in the smell and the colors of the flowers.

The two of you stood there for a moment, neither of you really making a move. The bouquet of flowers still in your hands as your eyes draw to it yet again.

A small, slightly nervous, laugh came out of your mouth. "Sorry, I-" Your sentence didn't find a satisfying ending. Instead, you just sort of shrugged and gave Carlos a hug.

"Thank you," you said, "for the flowers."

The vibration as Carlos hummed as an answer made you giggly. It was a new feeling for you, one no guy had ever made you feel.

"Should we?" Carlos shuffled over to his car, opening the passenger door for you.

You had no idea what he had planned for the two of you but you were eager to see what the night was going to bring your way.

end of flashback

The guests where sat down. Everyone was in awe at how beautiful the church looked as they waited for you to walk down the aisle.

Carlos was standing at the end on the long walkway leading to the altar. Lando, who had been chosen to Carlos' bestman, was by his side, holding a small box in his hands that contained your rings.

On the other side of the altar, your best friend was waiting for you almost as eagerly as Carlos. She was wearing a beautiful bridesmaid dress and she had a hard time keeping her composure. The two of you always had felt like you were long lost sisters and it was a big day for the both of you. Your best friend more than happy to see you tie the knot today with the man you loved.

Soon enough, music started playing. Everyone turned their heads towards the big double doors.

Carlos was holding his breath and Lando gave him a small pat on his back as a way of reassurance. Your mother was wiping tears of joy from her cheeks.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doors opened.

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"Babe?"

The house was quiet as you walked in. No lights were on and it seemed to you like Carlos might have been out somewhere.

You took your jacket off and put your bag down on the table near the door. Sighing, you walked over to the couch in the living. You had had a long day at work that left you tired and you couldn't wait to get off your feet.

As you were looking for the remote, hoping to turn on the tv and binge-watch whatever show you were addicted to at the moment, a voice coming from the other room startled you.

Carlos was calling your name and you finally realised he was, in fact, at home and not out as you had at first assumed.

You dragged yourself up from the couch, walking towards the sound.

Carlos was waiting for you in the dining room. Candles were lit and the table was set for the two of you. Flowers were arranged all around, giving off a nice smell. There was a bottle of champagne on the table with two champagne flutes to go along with it.

"What- what is this?" You asked, almost embarrassed with the state you were in after your long day at the office. The last thing you were expecting was a surprise dinner. Though, you were thankful since a hunger was creeping in your stomach.

Carlos had a wide smile on his face. He was nervous, his hands shaking slightly and he hoped you didn't notice.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," he said as he embraced you in a hug.

"Are you hungry?"

The timing was perfect as there were noises loud enough for the both of you to hear coming from your stomach right after Carlos' question. You laughed and told him yes.

Carlos took a hold of the back of the chair, pulling it as he gestured for you to sit down. He took the bottle of champagne and poured you a drink before sitting down himself and filling his glass as well.

The two of you wined and dined as you talked about your days. There was music playing quietly.

"Thank you, this was amazing. And the food was really good," you said with a smile as you put the cutlery down on top of your plate.

You were going to but didn't have time to get up. Carlos beat you to it. Pulling something out of his pocket quickly.

It was a small, black, satin box and as your eyes caught it, you knew exactly what Carlos was going to do next.

He was kneeling in front of you. The box flew open and it revealed the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever seen. The jewel shining bright as light reflected on it.

The surprise and happiness was evident in your face as Carlos' eyes met yours. He was trying to find the right words as he cleared his throat.

"Y/n," he started, "you have made me the happiest man on Earth. And sometimes I still can't believe this is real. That I get to wake up next to you, that I get to call you mine and share my life with you - with all the good and the bad."

Tears of happiness were beginning to form as you listened to his words.

"So, y/n, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

You jumped up from your seat, pulling Carlos up from the floor as well. The two of you holding each other in your arms tightly.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes," you screamed.

end of flashback

The look on Carlos' face was filled with so much love as he looked at you walking down the aisle. He was sure you had never looked more beautiful as you did in that moment.

Your father had his arm wrapped around yours and you couldn't have been more thankful. You needed the extra support as not to fall down in the high heels you were wearing.

Your mother was wiping tears away with a small handkerchief. There was a smile on her face. From the corner of your eye you could see your father look at your mother, a smile on his face as well.

The walk down the aisle felt long but it finally came to end. Your father giving a kiss on your cheek before he went to find his seat. Your best friend giving you a thumbs up.

A laugh escaped your lips. This was all you had ever wanted and you couldn't be happier.

The ceremony began. The priest giving a small speech. You and Carlos exchanged your vows. And finally the moment you had been waiting for since the day you first met Carlos.

"Do you, Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro, take y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

Carlos held your hands in his as his brown eyes looked in yours.

"I do," he said.

The priest turning to you, he said, ""Do you, y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n, take Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

"I do, I do, a thousand times I do," you said, referring back to what you had said when Carlos first asked you to marry him.

Your words made Carlos and your families let out a chuckle and you looked around the church.

The priest held a genuine smile your way. His gaze shifted between you and Carlos as he said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Carlos pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips colliding as the crowd cheered loudly.

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abiiors · 6 months

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i meant cozy making dinner at home/movie night blurb with ross my bad 😭😭😭 still love matty tho lmao (now that i think about it can we make it dad!ross too 👀)

aaah lol got you!! i love writing dad ross very much 🥹

april is always a little ball of excitement—even at almost three years old, she wants to know everything! from “why can’t i eat the ball from the avocavo, daddy?” to “can i help?” even when she barely reaches his knees and is strictly not allowed near an open flame.

you, at 10 weeks pregnant, dread stepping foot into the kitchen at the risk of angering the tiny fetus inside you who has not stopped making you throw up every single item of food they do not like. (the list is long)

and ross happily takes care of it all, one hand holding april’s as he stirs the stew with another and answers her endless questions without faltering.

you can’t exactly see them—what with your reluctance to go near food smells—but you can hear her babbling away, mispronouncing words and using some big ones (albeit incorrectly) that she’s no doubt learned from her uncle matty. you decide to pick a film instead.

the little mermaid is the obvious choice considering your daughter’s newfound obsession with the ocean and her self-declared wish to become a “sea expert” when she grows up but there’s also coco, which you’ve cried over multiple times both before and after april’s arrival. you even remember the day when she declared that uncle matty should sing poco loco at the next show. today, however, you do not trust pregnancy hormones enough to put that on.

“picked a film yet?” ross calls from the kitchen and you frown.

“not yet, can you send april here?”

there’s some shuffling, and then the sound of you baby toddling over to you. the second she sees her picks on the screen, her eyes go round and she lets out an extended oooohh.

“feel like watching any of these?” you laugh at her and then make room as she climbs onto your lap.

at this stage, there’s still space on your lap for her to snuggle in but ross has told her endlessly to be careful around you now. (“we can’t let mummy get hurt okay? you and me, we have to take care of her.” which makes your heart melt every time.) so even when she wiggles around, she’s careful not to do it too much.

“ooh, ooh,” she claps her hands, “can we watch daddy’s show? please please!”

now you know what she means by this. every once in a while she begs and begs to watch the msg recording, singing along to whatever songs she can with broken lyrics that she doesn’t fully know yet. if ross is home, he lifts her up in his arms and dances with her, singing the songs to her in a soft voice and changing any not safe for children lyrics at the last minute in a way that makes you laugh every time.

from the kitchen ross cheers. “yeah! that’s my girl.”

and so you relent, quickly finding it and putting it on amidst the sound of your husband and daughter cheering.

“right!” ross appears dramatically from the kitchen, food in hand and right in time for the claps and cheers on screen to echo around the room.

he grins. “my biggest fan! learn a thing or two from her,” he teases much to your indignation. but then he sets the plates aside and bends down to kiss her and just like that all of it is melted away leaving you a pile of mush.

while april puts on her own show, singing and dancing along to the songs on tv, ross makes his way to sit next to you. the food on the plate actually does look really fucking nice, and for the first time in days you feel the urge to eat properly.

“keep this down for me, will you? i don’t like seeing you so uncomfortable.”

the concern in his voice is heartwarming, and your bottom lip starts to wobble at the thought of how sweet he’s been to you so far.

“your baby thinks the food looks good,” you joke, “i might even go for seconds.”

the palm of his hand rests flat against your stomach, caressing the bump that’s barely even there at this point but he’s attached to it just as he was the first time with april.

“good,” he smiles, “just wanna see both my girls happy.”

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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Jason doesn't know

Eddie Munson x reader

(based loosely on the song Scotty Doesn't Know)

1.3k words

smut, voyerism I think, love confession, its sweet but its a little filthy

“How long do I have ya for?” was the first thing Eddie asked when she stepped into his van.

She made quick work of stripping out of her clothes and climbing onto his lap. “Fifteen minutes maybe. We’d have longer if you just came to my house.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, hands smoothing over his chest.

“Why's that?” he asked, pouting dramatically as a direct contrast to the way his fingers were already tugging and pinching her perked nipples.

“I need to call Jason,” she answered, arching into his touch and his mouth on her neck.

“Not that asshole,” he groaned, resting his head on her shoulder. He lifted his hips up, and shimmied his pants off along with his boxers, his hard cock now resting against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

“Yes, that assshole. He’s my-” He ignored whatever she was saying in favor of sheathing himself inside of her. “Aaah,” she moaned at the intrusion. “My boyfriend,” she finished the sentence shakily, already a bit cockdrunk from the way his length was nudging at her cervix.

“You got a walkie talkie. Call him right now,” he demanded, holding her flush against him so she couldn’t get any friction.

“Eds. You’re balls deep inside of me. I’m not going to call Jason.” She giggled despite herself, whining impatiently and wiggling her hips to move him impossibly further inside her.

“I’ll sit nice and still for you, baby,” he pleaded, although he knew there was no need for that since she was already reaching over to grab the communication device out of her bag.

She sent a few test messages, rolling her eyes when she got no response. Finally there was crackling on the other end of the line. “What?” a sharp voice called over the walkie talkie.

“Just uh-” Despite her best efforts her cunt started to clench around Eddie, which in turn caused him to give a rough trust upward and then a muffled apology. Luckily she was able to take her finger off the record button before Jason could hear her surprised moan.

“Checking in,” she finished, clicking off the record button again so she could bounce slowly in Eddie’s lap, something he couldn't be happier about, his large hands cupping her waist and guiding her.

“Uh why?” Jason replied, sounding more than vaguely uninterested.

“One sec, Eds,” she warned, halting her movement so she could respond to the question. He whined loudly in response, bucking his hips upward. He had promised to stay still but now that he was wrapped in her heat, it was easier said than done.

“Just wanted to talk to you.” That was a lie. A bold faced lie. She knew he got pissy if she didn’t call everyday and she hated when he got mad. Eddie was still whimpering, likely able to be heard over the sound of her voice. Without thinking she shoved two fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. This did not help, instead instantly coaxing a moan from him the instant she touched past his lips.

“What was that?” Jason asked.

“Uh. It was my cat. He’s sick,” she stuttered out, not able to stop the grinding of her hips against his any longer. She bounced on his lap languidly, fingers pressing at the back of his throat.

“Fuckin hate that cat,” Jason snapped, getting tired of her already.

She giggled at how absurd it was that he thought her cat was sick and not that she had the school freak between her thighs and he was giving it to her better than Jason ever had or ever could. “Oh no. He’s uh… throwing up. I’ll talk to you later.” Her words were rushed and unconvincing but she couldn't bring herself to care because she was now single mindedly focused on cumming.

“Fuck baby. I was so good,” Eddie whined, frantically thrusting up into her and moving her hips in tandem. His words were still muffled by her fingers in his mouth so she retracted them, a string of split connecting them in an obscene way.

“You were. So good for me.” She rewarded him with a gentle kiss to his lips, the kind she knew he loved. If they had more time he would lie her down in the back and take his sweet time, making her cum from his mouth and fingers once or twice before he was even inside her. But they never seemed to have that kind of time and she preferred to focus on him. He found it hard to complain when she gave him the most earth shattering blowjobs he could imagine almost every time he saw her.

No time for a blowjob today, just for her to climb into his lap and ride him for all he was worth. And that's what she was doing, hips snapping furiously as she climbed to her peak. He was just taking it at this point, drooling with the pleasure she was giving to him and taking for herself.

“Give it to meee. Just like that. Cum for me,” he whimpered, ducking his head against her chest close enough that he could practically hear her rapid heart rate.

“Kiss me. Eddie. Fucking kiss me.” She yanked his head back up to crash their lips together. The plush pressure against her mouth was just enough to tip her over the edge. Her walls clenching around him made Eddie follow soon after her.

“Oh god,” he gasped when she lifted off of him and started to get redressed, hastily pulling her panties over her seeping cunt. He reached out, grasping for any bit of her he could get his hands on and failing spectacularly. “Stay. Please,” he whined.

She slid over beside him, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. And then she gave him that pitiful look that he hated, kissing his cheek and starting to pull away all too soon. “You know I can't. Jasons gonna be pissed at me. I need to try and smooth things over.”

“Leave him,” he pleaded, interlacing their fingers and giving her a pathetic look of his own. He wasn’t above getting on his knees and begging for her and something about his look told her that.

“I can't-” she started, only to be interrupted by his incessant pleading.

“I want to be with you. Don't you want that?”

“Oh, Eddie. Of course I want that, you know how I love you.” She draped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, giving him a meaningful and downright loving look. His heart leapt in his chest at that, but then he was reminded of the conversation they were having.

“Then stay.” He was stubborn, she’d give him that.

“In your van, parked in the middle of nowhere?” she laughed at the absurdity of his offer. In his defense he didn’t think he’d get this far. Usually she’d be gone before he could even ask once for her to stay.

“Come back to my place. Sleep over,” he bargained, cupping her cheek and pressing little kisses all over her face.

“Ok, ok. Fine.” She pushed him off of her, removing his wet mouth from her face in the process.

“Wait seriously?” This wasn’t the first time he had asked her to stay, trying every method he could think of but nothing worked because she always left him high and dry right after they had done the deed.

“Mhm,” she muttered, cozying up against his side as he frantically pulled his pants back up and buckled them. He dug around in his pockets for the keys, frustrated at the amount of time it was taking since he clearly wanted to get her home as soon as possible in case she changed her mind.

“Fuck babe. I love you so much,” he whispered, almost loud enough for her to hear. Maybe she did hear, from the content sigh that left her lips as she rested her head against his chest, he was leaning toward thinking she had.

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 3 months

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les lois d'amour: premier acte.

synopsis: prélude de blancheur et noirceur.

genre: fluff, slight crack

characters: neuvillette x mermaid! reader

warnings: fem! reader, reader mentioned to be naked (sfw)

a/n: hihi @i23kazu!! submission for ebg :> likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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neuvillette would never quite forget the first day he met you.

the sunlight peeked shyly through the floccose cloud canopy, while young birds flitted about the bushes that lined the garden behind the opera epiclese, chirping another one of their many little songs, and the air was filled with the vernalised scent of blooming flora. perfect weather for a short, uneventful walk to help the iudex take his mind off the heavy paperwork that piled up on his desk.

an uneventful walk it was. well, till the end, i mean.

never in his wildest dreams would the chief justice expect to find a girl– unclothed, no less– lying, seemingly unconscious, on the ground right at the end of the opera epiclese’s walkway. were you breathing? he wondered, crouching down, ready to search for a pulse when you stirred. still crouching, he stared, almost in bewildered amazement, as you stretched your arms and heaved a big yawn before you opened your eyes, and—

“AAAAAAH!” your shriek pierced through his ears. he winced.

“oh, sorry, sorry, so sorry! i was just surprised because you were so close, aaah…” you frantically sit up, waving your hands, your soft voice a jarring contrast from its previous dynamic.

neuvillette shook his head. “it’s quite alright, i apologise for the fright. although–” he looked away, feeling his ears heat up, “you… you should get some clothes. how did you get here without anyone seeing?”

you shrugged, gratefully accepting the heavy coat he draped across your bare shoulders. “i climbed up!”

“i beg your pardon?”

“oh, honestly, you think a mermaid wouldn’t have good upper body strength?” you gave a sly grin, “i passed out from exhaustion right after, though, so there’s that…”

“you’re a mermaid?” the question slipped past his lips. “that’s strange, i was under the impression that merfolk were merely old wives’ tales.”

a little more back and forth was exchanged before he learnt that you’d left the comfort of your home in the deep waters to satiate your curiosity of human life on land– though it seemed you’d also left behind all thoughts of planning an itinerary, for you had neither clothes, mora, nor a place to stay.

“i know someone who would be willing to provide you with a room, and i’m sure the melusines– ( “the who?”) you’ll meet them soon– i’m sure they’ll be more than willing to get you some clean clothes to use,” he’d offered, and you’d graciously accepted.

as neuvillette watched navia take your hand (you hadn’t gotten used to your legs, after all), a bright smile as she chattered all about fontaine and things you’d surely love to see, a part of him knew that this would not be the end of your encounters, but rather, a prelude for things to come.

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cryptoriawebb · 6 months

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Decided to watch the new Miraculous special after falling out of the show years ago. I love role-reversal parallel universes and this didn’t disappoint at all! Honestly, it was better than anything in the first four seasons I remember.

Toxinelle and Claw Noir made for such tragic villains without being over the top💔 Marinette’s breakdown scenes broke my heart. They’re just teens dealt a really bad hand; I don’t blame them for heading down a villain’s path.

And Gabriel!! Omg, by far the best part for me. Loved him from the second his theme song opened the special. He makes for such a more compelling hero than the generic bad guy he’s become over the years—even if he does apparently now hold all the Miraculouses?? I want to see more of this Betterfly/Hesperia version. A lone hero seeking redemption in a world controlled by this mysterious dark overlord?? Sign me up!!

And now he and his son are on the same side but don’t know each other’s identities?? Aaah I love the idea of him mentoring the newly reformed Ladybug and Claw Noir - and now he and Adrien can rebuild their familial relationship too😭

I need more of this universe. I hope Zag revisits it. I’d absolutely reinvest in this franchise if they bring this universe back

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #Betterfly #shadybug #toxinelle #claw noir #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #marinette dupain cheng #whispersfromthecrypt

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justmy-account · 5 months

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List of byler-gates

I’m just bored, but read it anyways, it’s fun

there sooo many of them, and i’m still pretty lazy so this isn’t perfect, but just let’s start

Mikhailgate

This is practically anti byler theory, but nvm

So, Dimitri has a son named Mikhail, which is russian version of name Michael, Mike

So, people were just saying that instead of Mike, Will will end up with Mikhail(who’s technically Mike bc of the name, yk)

I think everyone was just joking, oh, good ol’ times

and willloveinterestgate is the same

Lettergate/Pocketgate

These theories aren’t the same one, but it’s basically the same concept, ig

The basic thing is, that Mike wrote a letter to Will(singed Love, Mike)

In pocketgate, Mike has the letter saved in his triangle pocket, bc in st, characters many times has letters, that were important to them, in their left pocket(above the heart), for example Hopper and El(Hopper’s heart-to-heart), Jonathan(acceptance letter to college) etc.

And he would just take it out in the middle of confession or sth

+the triangle always points to Will like an arrow

Lettergate is just basically the same, ok, idk how to describe it differently

Twelvegate

Not exactly a byler, but theory, that Will was number twelve in HNL, and that he’s El’s actual twin

And from that, there’s theory that Will has powers, but wasn’t n. 012

Okay, back to byler

This is same as rainbowgate i think

Flickergate

This theory is very lovely! after Will tells Mike that rolled seven in s1, the light behind them flickers

and since ud is frozen on nov6 83, when you signal sth from ud, it should appear at nov6 83-s1

this connects to electricgate(i dunno if sth like this exist, but just keep reading), the electricity~are friends electric~will possibly having electric powers

so mike and will could go together in s5 to ud on a mission or sth, and kiss in wheelers garage, and that would make the light flicker(i’m so good at explaining things, right😐)

will and mike going to ud together is predicted by mike and will sitting on upside down couch in last ep. of s4

Birthdaygate/Memorygate

Soo, remember how they forgot Will’s birthday? what if all wills memories, that people reminded him of in the shed are gone? his birthday, building castle byers, meeting mike… and that’s why mike says that his life started the day he found her, bc he doesn’t remember meeting Will

for me, it’s really weird, they couldn’t just forget Will’s birthday, no, this ain’t it

Kiss at lovers lake

I’m not sure if this has a different name, but it’s that their first kiss will be near lovers lake

evidence: patrick(the kid who died at lovers lake), had a nickname “berlin wall” or sth(we saw this in the school newspaper), and it was devided to four, same as hawkins

and song heroes is abt couple who lived at different sides of berlin wall, and idk, it just connects, okay?

when will painted the map of hawkins while he was possessed, mike was holding blue and yellow meter

Eightfifteengate

Context: will left the wheelers at 8:15 in s1

in s1e1, time mark 8:15 is literally the shot where will disappears in the shead

i think there’s a season 2 soundtrack called eight fifteen

tw: time fuckery: while will was recording on halloween night, the time says 8:04 while he’s recording mike saying “did you agreed with this?”, but when joyce rewatches it, it show 8:15(byler)

“ it’s 8:15, you’re late”

btw, clocks and watches from hiroshima are stuck at 8:15

aaanywaaay, there’s just too much 8:15 things, aaah(this is just a few)

what it has to do with byler?

well, 15-8=….(wait for it)….seven. a byler number. it was a seven!

also, “the first lie”, when murray says this to jancy, the time mark is… guess what, 8:15

there’s this theory with the songs “the first lie” and “the first i love you”, and it just connects

Motelgate

theory, that after mike’s “love” confession to el, they went to a motel for sleep, and mike and will had to share a bed, and we could possibly see flashbacks of it in s5, and it would kinda explain the two day skip

Colorgate

blue and yellow meet in the west, i’m sure you know this one, and there’s sooo many evidence in this

mattduffersbasementgate

It’s too late for this to be true, but the duffers are(/were) holding every cast member that ships byler in their basement, lol

bloopergate

Bloopers from byler scenes, basically, for example “not when i was the spy, oh fuck”, basically Finn and Noah being all giggly, i guess

bloopergate implies to every blooper, but why not to mention it

curtaingate

Sth like, that when there’s some fight happening between characters, if curtains are open, it means they’re open with their feeling and opposite

Example: milkvan make out scene-closed, but you don’t love me fight-opened

Bonus: „ but they like the curtain. people like us are just trying to look behind the curtain”(my very bad quotation of murray, yk what i mean)

Also, Suzie had blue and yellow curtains, and they were opened

And, “and i love her and i can’t lose her again”? Also curtains closed, like wtf, this fandom is crazy

piggybackgate

El knows abt Mike and Will. she saw how they act around each other, she’ve heard will saying “you’re the heart” to mike, saw that mike has Will’s painting now

New Coke Theory

basically, old coca colla is mileven, new coke is byler. it contains some of the old ingredients(mike), and new ones too(will). not everyone likes(bc its gay ship). and when you look at scenes with can of new coke, it’s many times symbolizing byler vs. milkvan

one of my favorite new coke theory examples is this: in s3, after el gets attacked by the flesh monster, she tries to crash a can(but she doesn’t have her powers, so she can’t). this is a can of new coke(byler) and she can’t crush that/destroy it. and in this scene, we get a flashback to the lab, where she crushes aka destroys regular coke(mileven)

phonegate

mike and will not calling each other, bc of joyce’s telemarketer job(he won’t stop whining abt it)

————

i miss all these little silly theories abt literally everything

i hope the byler tag will be like this once again

maybe we could start naming our new theories “gate”s again

for example: heartfeltgat, strangerwritersgate, snowkissgate or sth

anyway, byee

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