#george lowe x female reader

[laurfilijames]

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Pairing: George Lowe x female reader

Words: 1,166

Warnings: Unprotected intercourse (not described), nudity.

Summary: George is home after being away for weeks in India, and the weight of missing him carries on even after your reunion, especially knowing he will be leaving again to try to conquer Everest.

A/N: I was away from home for 10 days and it physically hurt how much I missed my man, so this was written with some very fresh, first-hand feelings.

The series Hillary takes place in the 50's and I realize that pre-martial sex was frowned upon but it's me so we're going with it.

Prompts used for @deanobingo were Aftercare, "Don't move", and George Lowe

Photos courtesy of @blairsanne (I couldn't choose just one because LOOK AT HIM so there's another photo at the bottom of that beautiful face)

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“I missed you,” he breathed, his quiet words reverberating softly enough it seemed like only your incomplete heart could hear them; cradled in your chest where his lips rested now, his beard scratching against the surface as if attempting to uncover it. 

You held George closer - as if possible - still feeling that ache deep within you even though you had no reason to miss him anymore; the time apart proving almost too much for you to bear. 

“I missed you too.” 

You spoke into the mess of soft curls atop his head, carding your arms around him as though you would melt into him if you did, the need to be as close to him as possible for as long as you could overwhelming. 

His breathing slowed beneath your palms as they smoothed over his warm back, the pattern evening out to contrast from how laboured it was only moments ago, and as he looked up at you it was hard to tell if his cheeks were tinted a reddish hue from his earlier efforts or from the sun reflecting on the blinding snow to cast a burn that lingered on his weathered skin. You traced your finger over the bridge of his nose, taking in the face you missed staring back at you so much it physically hurt, earning a smile that warmed you through despite feeling like an inferno already. 

His beard had thickened since he had left, but not enough to hide his dimples when he grinned like that, the colour a rich auburn compared to his hair that had been bleached by the elements which gave him a warm, sunkissed glow that matched the sheen that coated him from your lovemaking.  

The scent of him hung in the air around you, so potent now you'd been without it for too long, yet so familiar there was no way you could ever forget it. To indulge in it more, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, prompting him to wrap his arms around you to keep you flush against his body. George took his turn in running his rough hands up and down your back, caressing you as much as he had throughout your entire reunion so far, his lips moving to press gentle kisses on your neck and collarbone. 

As he began to soften within you, you shifted your hips on his lap, moaning faintly at the sensation of his spend leaking out of your over-sensitive sex. George locked his arms around you tighter, preventing you from moving, shushing quietly in your ear. 

"Don't move," he whispered, knowing he needed to stay near you as much as you needed the same, the weeks-long trip to Nepal weighing on him more than he had let on. 

“Can we stay like this forever?” he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed along your jawline, his beard tickling you each time his lips moved. 

“Please,” you answered, still feeling so desperate for him you could cry, relishing in the way he engulfed you in his strong arms. “I'll go out of my mind when you go to Everest.” 

Your admission came out strangled, dreading another stint that would be longer and more dangerous than this last one. 

He sighed heavily, applying a gentle squeeze with his arms around your middle. 

“Just one more, I promise,” he assured you, kissing your cheek while bringing his hand up to cup the other side, turning your head to face him again. “I have to do this.” 

His look was pleading, searching your eyes with his flaming blue ones, and burying your selfish desires for him to stay home, you nodded, knowing you loved him too much to get in the way of fulfilling his dreams. 

“I know.” 

"Until then," he smiled gently, his eyes bright in knowing he had your support, "I intend to make up every moment I've been robbed of you." 

You smiled against his lips as he kissed you, his chuckle vibrating through his chest onto yours, and you wished that not even the everyday tasks like eating and drinking would interrupt you from hiding away together until he had to leave again. 

The movement of his lips slowed, gradually fading out to brush ever so lightly on your moistened, swollen flesh, and parted from you to look at you seriously. 

"I hope you know how much I love you," he spoke, his voice hoarse and holding a heavier tone than it usually did. 

"Of course I do, George."

Your fingers found their way into his long waves again, smoothing them back out of his face as they threatened to fall in his eyes, and with a kiss on his forehead, his features cracked into an easy smile. 

"I love you, too," you vowed, holding his face in your hands so his soft beard tickled your palms, bringing him into a meaningful kiss. 

When your kiss broke, George cleared his throat, almost nervously, and not making eye contact with you, he spoke quickly.

"Marry me?"

"What?" you blurted, convinced you misheard.

"Will you marry me?" he repeated, finally looking at you, his blue eyes slightly wet. "I-I mean, I don't have a ring to give you, or money to buy one but-" he stammered, his eyebrows rising with the pitch of his voice, his head shaking quickly from side to side like he was dismissing the idea as absolute ludicrousy. 

"All I have is this," he continued, blinking at you as he leaned over to the bedside table and plucked a small, circular piece of material from it. 

He held it up between your bodies, revealing a strand of what appeared to be from the shoelace of his boot that had been tied at both ends to form a ring, and smiled weakly with a shrug. 

"I made it one night on the mountain when I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"It's perfect," you exclaimed, feeling your heart pummel the inside of your chest wildly. 

"Is that a yes, then?" he asked, waiting with bated breath for your answer, his hopeful pools of blue dancing frantically in the lamplight. 

"Yes!"

He laughed heartily and gave an excited shout, wrapping his arms around you tightly to squeeze you like a vice, his joy unmatched. 

Still chuckling as he sighed out, George took your left hand and carefully slipped the worn string around your fourth finger, his cheeks red and round as he beamed at you. 

You rubbed your fingers together to shift the material, amazed at how it felt wrapped securely around your ring finger and even more in awe at how such an ordinary piece of nothing symbolized so much. 

"Maybe there'll be diamonds at the top of Everest," he chuckled again, his cheeks twitching as the disappointing reality of that hope set in. 

"I don't need diamonds, George," you assured, thinking it impossible for a woman to value gems above the unconditional love of a wonderful man. "I just need you." 

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[viennakarma]

Three is a party

Lewis Hamilton x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Max hated you. He hated your pretty face, your beautiful body and your amazing personality. He hated that you were Hamilton’s girl.

Word count: 3.8k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, anal sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with very little plot, dom!lewis, sub!reader, sub!max, possibly queer! everyone, kinda polyamory situation, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read

Notes: this is honestly just pure filth, you are warned. This is entering lgbtqia+ territory (for both drivers).

I’ll post this and drink a bottle of holy water or something.

God, Max hated you.

He hated your pretty face, your beautiful body and your amazing personality.

He hated that you were Hamilton’s girl.

Really, it was never his intention to look at you that way. Your paths should’ve never even crossed if you weren’t the most friendly person in the entire world. The first few times he saw you was just in passing, and he thought you were beautiful, but granted, all Lewis’ girlfriends were beautiful anyway. But then, you and Lewis became official after a couple of months, and your presence in race weekends became more and more prominent.

You soon became friends with other drivers, and Max always saw you around having a blast with George and his girlfriend, or even joking with Lando and Oscar, or helping the Ferrari guys with photography, or chatting with Valtteri or Esteban. When you even started a brief friendship with the Alpha Tauri boys, Max knew his time was coming, you seemed intent on getting acquainted with everyone.

The first time he was introduced to you, it came from Daniel Ricciardo, who was strolling with you, and Max suddenly crossed your path, trying to avoid both.

“Max!” He heard Daniel calling after him, and Max immediately froze on the spot. He managed to move and turn around just in time as you and Daniel stopped right in front of him, “This is Y/N, she’s brought everyone some cookies!”

“Hi, nice to meet you, Max!” You shook his hand, and he looked down to the box of cookies you were balancing with the other hand, “those are 100% healthy, ok? Gluten-free, vegan, low carb, all the athlete friendly stuff!”

“You made them?” Max asked, dumbly. But you laughed out loud as if he had said the best joke ever.

“Oh no, I can’t bake- or cook, to save my life!” You offered, raising the box, “go on, take one, you won’t regret it!” You said sweetly, your eyes shining in such a way that if you had offered him poison, he would probably take it willingly.

You chirped away as soon as you spotted Lando and Oscar, offering them cookies too after wishing Max a quick “good luck”.

You were always at the races, and through gossip, Max had heard you had a job only during four weekdays, so even if you had to work up until Thursday, you would always find a way to go to the races to support Lewis. You made sure to always greet every driver, wishing them luck regardless if you were rooting for your boyfriend only.

One day, Max was passing by and you noticed him, even if you were chatting with your boyfriend.

“Hey, Max!” You saluted him, and he just nodded back to you with his lips pressed in an almost smile.

He hated your ass in those jeans. He hated the way your perfume lingered behind every time you left after chatting with him. He hated the way you were always touching Lewis, not in a very PDA way, but more with soft touches, holding his hand, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder, whispering softly and giving him that divine smile of yours.

God, Max was so fucked.

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Lewis invited everyone to a pre-season party at his place in Monaco. He even invited Max, who was particularly surprised, since they’re not really close. When Max texted other drivers to check if they were going, all of them confirmed, because no one would willingly miss an infamous Lewis Hamilton party. And Max decided to go because he didn’t want to be the only stuck up guy who wouldn’t show up.

And definitely not because he was hoping to see you there.

As he arrived purposefully late, the party was in full swing as soon as he entered through the door. His eyes scanned the room, dimly lit lights, loud music and way more people than he expected. He spotted you first, wearing a skimpy shimmering dress, standing between Lewis’ legs as he was sitting in a bar stool right behind you. The two of you were chatting with Lewis’ friends and Carlos, so Max did the most rational thing and walked to the opposite side, finding Checo and Charles talking over drinks.

Eventually he had to go and greet you and Lewis, since you’re both hosting the party, would be rude not to. He saw the opportunity as soon as you and Lewis were alone by the bar, whispering conspiratorially. He approached with a small smile.

“Glad to see you, Max” Lewis shook his hand as you smiled softly. It took Max a lot of restraint to not allow his eyes to rake down your body as you touched his shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Hope you’re enjoying yourself tonight, Max,” you said sweetly.

“I am, thanks for the invite,” he raised his drink politely. Luckily for him, he was immediately called over by Charles, who wanted a partner for a darts game.

He managed to let loose after a few drinks, and he didn’t stare at you as much as he did on the paddock. He drank and even met new people that Charles introduced him to.

As the party was winding down after a few hours, Max made sure Checo got to his car safely and instructed his driver to walk him inside because his teammate was way too drunk to walk on his own.

When Max got back, the amount of people still partying had lowered to half, and as he entered the room, he saw you exactly on the center of the dance floor. Reggaeton was blasting by the DJ, and you were dancing and grinding on your girl friends. And he felt like he was going insane as he went half hard just watching you dance. The way your hips moved, and the dress hiked up dangerously close to show half of your ass, and the envy he felt as he saw your girlfriends’ hands roaming your sides. He swallowed thickly forcing himself to look away, but the image of your hips moving slowly didn’t fade from his mind.

He tried to not pay you any attention, but you spent the next 30 minutes dancing, and grinding dangerously close to show your ass and you cleavage as the dress moved with your body.

He decided to go into the bathroom to calm down his mind and the hard on inside his pants. He threw cold water in his face that was red from the alcohol and the show you were giving outside. He refused to do anything about his boner other than mentally calm down. He is a high performance athlete, he could and would have the self control to command his body. He didn’t even want to touch himself because he didn’t want to cross that line.

He spent almost an hour inside the bathroom, pacing around and calming down.

As he came back to the party, he frowned, noticing that almost everyone had left, and those who were still there were getting ready to leave. Max decided that was the right course of action.

He spotted you and Lewis sitting down, Lewis sitting on an armchair and you sitting on the arm by his side.

“Hey, guys, thanks for the invite, I had a great time” Max waved.

“Do you want to accompany us for a nightcap?” Lewis suggested. Max looked between you two, confused.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Max said slowly, not sure if you were only being polite, or if you really wanted him to join.

“Come on, Lewis stock the good stuff in the second office,” You winked at him, which made him laugh a little, in disbelief.

He watched as you got up, strolling happily upstairs. Max wasn’t sure if you were tipsy or sober enough, because you were always this chirpy and extroverted. Lewis followed behind you, and Max trailed right after, following to the second floor.

The second office, as you had called, looked like it had came right out of a 1920’s movie with leather couch and armchairs, and a wall full of different types of alcoholic beverages.

Max sat in an armchair close to the warm lights, and Lewis sat right in front of him, strangely close, with only a small centre table between them. Max’s eyes followed you as you went to the bar area.

“Max, how do you take your bourbon?” You asked softly, aligning three glasses.

“On the rocks, please” Max muttered, still unsure about everything. Something seemed off.

“You’re one of us, right baby?” You commented with a little giggle. As Max watched you prepare the drinks, he understood what you meant, all the three glasses were bourbon with ice.

Lewis started a small talk with Max, talking about how you two were considering buying a place in Netherlands because you adored Amsterdam.

As you came back, balancing the drinks with both hands, Max helped you grabbing one and giving other to Lewis. Max swallowed as you bent over to hand him his glass, and his eyes snapped to the way your dress lowered and he caught a glimpse of your breasts. His cheeks were red and warm as you sat down on Lewis’ lap.

“Cheers!” You said sweetly as you raised your glass for him in a toast, Lewis following your lead raising his too, from behind you.

The three of you kept talking about the plans to buy a new place, and the neighborhoods you’re contemplating moving to. Suddenly, you stopped talking.

“Max, can you be a dear and help me take off my heels?” You raised one of your legs in his direction, dangerously close to raising the hem of your dress. He stared at the red bottom of your heels, the strings around your ankle in a simple knot.

Max licked his lips, unsure as he looked over to Lewis, who just nodded, as if giving permission. The Dutch just leaned forward and held your ankle firmly with one hand and pulled the knot with the other. He tried not to think about being so physically close to you, how soft your skin felt against his hand, or the way you curled your toes as soon as the shoe was off. He lowered your foot trying not to linger his touch on your skin, and waited with bated breath as you raised the other one. He quickly undid the other, and he sighed as you finally let go.

He felt like it was some sort of test, as he checked Lewis to see a small smirk tugging his lips.

“Thank you, Max.” You said, politely.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Lewis asked all of a sudden.

“No, I- I mean- Yes, but-” Max failed miserably, choking on his own words, but both you and Lewis waited calmly for his response. Finally, Max exhaled, looking deep into your eyes, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

He watched as you smiled, your cheeks blushing a bit and some kind of sick pride swelled in his chest.

“What do you say, baby?” Lewis tapped softly the side of your hip.

“Thank you, Max,” you whispered.

“We have noticed you,” Lewis started, looking Max in the eyes from above your shoulders, “how you ogle my baby every time you set your eyes on her,” Max felt his chest thudding on his ears, eyes wide, he barely breathe as Lewis’ hand settled on your neck, rising until it cradled your jaw firmly, “but luckily for you, we’re putting on a show tonight. Right, baby? You can stay and watch, Max, or you can leave right now and we’ll never talk about it again,” Lewis offered and waited for Max to get up and leave, but instead, Max just flexed his fingers, eyes on you.

Max’s breath caught on his throat, and he couldn’t believe his eyes as Lewis let go of yours, settling back on the armchair.

“Go on, baby. Make yourself comfortable.” Lewis commanded you, seemingly unbothered as he went back to nursing his drink. But you didn’t move from your place, just staring at Max, as Lewis finished his drink, he set down the glass, pulling your hair on the back of your head, “you’re not getting shy right now, are you pretty baby?” Lewis said and nipped at your neck, eliciting a moan from you as Max watched, mesmerized, his own hands firmly against his thighs.

Max’s eyes were wide as he watched Lewis hands finding your shoulders and pulling down the strings of your dress, making the loose fabric pool down around your waist, and your breasts proudly poking up beautifully. Max had to stifle a moan, his blood going straight to his cock at the sight of you half naked on Lewis’ lap. His eyes went from your nipples to your eyes that looked so turned on, pupils dilated and pretty mouth hanging slightly open, he then looked to Lewis, who looked up from ravaging your neck with a smirk.

“Go on, honey,” Lewis said to you but kept his eyes on Max’s.

Max only stared as you put both feet on the center table, flexing your knees and opening your legs to give him a full view of between your legs. He groaned as you showed him you were wearing no panties under that tiny dress. Lewis helped you take the dress fully off, throwing the shimmery fabric on the floor.

“I can bet she’s glistening right now, isn’t she, Max?” Lewis said, grabbing a hold on both your thighs and opening your legs even more for Max to see your pussy, “isn’t she?” Lewis asked again, his tone showing some dominance.

“She’s dripping wet,” Max answered slowly nodded, eyes focusing between your legs, which made you even hornier as they talked so casually about it. Your pussy was clenching and dripping so much you were sure you’re going to ruin the couch between Lewis’ legs soon, “you look so pretty, Y/N” Max added, reverently.

“Keep going, pretty baby, touch yourself so Max can see how pretty you look when you come.”

You obeyed, reaching your middle finger between your legs, finding a small relief running it up and down your slit, moaning softly which made Max palm himself on his jeans. You also could feel Lewis raging hard by your ass, and you wiggled your hips a little to give him some relief too.

“Put a finger in your pretty pussy,” Lewis said, and you went along, putting your middle finger into your pussy, moaning loud at the delicious contact, even though your fingers were nothing compared to Lewis’, “make yourself feel good.”

Max only watched, hypnotized by the way you were pulling your finger in and out, moaning and head lolling back, your tits bouncing with every roll of your hips. Lewis hands caressed your sides and went up until he pinched your nipples and you cried out, your moans louder by the second. The only thing Max could do was press his own erection through the fabric, the up and down of his hand, matching your own movements. He was getting closer to shamelessly finishing on his pants, and he could assume by the way your moans were getting louder that you too were close to finishing. He followed your rhythm, attentively.

“Stop” Lewis commanded and you immediately stopped, whining from being so close to release.

Lewis hummed softly as he noticed how Max also responded to his command, stopping his hand too, fingers flexing against his thigh. Lewis wasn’t sure about anything when the two of you talked about inviting Max to watch. But now seeing how quickly he was to follow an order, how his cheeks flushed and how his mouth was open, Lewis realized he got a great deal in all of this. He never knew Max could quickly fall into a sub preference.

“Max, open your trousers, pull your cock out” Lewis kept his voice firm, no space for questioning.

Max did what he said, unzipping his jeans, lowering just enough to spring his cock free.

“Now you two can start again, slowly” Lewis said, and he watched as Max licked a wet stripe in his own hand, finally closing his fist around his cock and starting slow, immediately moaning. You also started touching yourself again, enthralled by watching Max do the same. He was still following your lead, setting the pace the same as you. Lewis watched, feeling a little bit of relief in your ass grinding against his clothed cock. You were so close again, this time both you and Max moaning out loud, quickening the movements, you pressing the heel of your hand against your clit and Max pressing his cock head firmly. You could feel the tightening in your core, close to-

“Stop.”

You two stopped, you whining at being denied again, and Max put his shaky hand on the arm of the armchair. Max had never had no one bossing him, much less in edging, but relinquishing control was very freeing, in a way.

“You will warm my cock in your ass as you touch yourself, ok?” Lewis said, calmly instructing you. You only nodded. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Lewis.”

“Now get up, give me a kiss and show Max your pretty plug,” Lewis helped you up, because your legs were a bit shaken.

You turned around, bent over to kiss Lewis on the lips, and the position allowed Max to see your beautiful plug decorated with a pink gemstone. Lewis sucked your tongue, and you moaned against him. You wanted more, but his hands made you turn back around. Max watched fascinated as Lewis lowered his pants and freed his cock, pumping twice before spitting on himself, then pulling the anal plug out slowly, and you only moaned as he aligned his cock in your ass and started pushing softly.

You settled back on his lap, groaning at the feeling of his girth inside you, your eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Oh, Lewis! This is so good, love” You moaned, voice failing.

“You two can start again.”

You let Lewis hold your legs open, and placed your hand on your pussy again, inserting two fingers at once, needing release. Max also grabbed his cock, hand pressed against his leaking head, the view of Lewis’ cock disappearing between your legs was doing something to him.

The build up was quick for both you and Max, all the moaning mixing together, and Lewis joining you now that your ass was gripping his cock.

“Lewis, I’m going to-” you tried, moaning as you pumped your fingers in and out.

“Nuh-uh, hold it,” Lewis said, holding the sides of your hips with both hands, managing your movements as you were impaled on his cock. You kept moving, rubbing your wet fingers circularly your clit. Your eyes found Max’s, face fully red, sweat dampening his hairline. “I said, stop.”

Max was the one to whine as he let go of his cock, hips bucking searching for release. You also stopped, feeling the overwhelming need for release as your eyes teared up. Even if it was hard to endure, you loved the reward after edging sessions. Sometimes Lewis even edged you for hours, and in those occasions you came so hard you almost passed out.

“Please, please let us come,” you begged, not caring about how pathetic you sounded.

Max was only following you and Lewis, going with whatever was the flow, needy for release as much as you, but not as prone to begging as you, so he just stayed there panting as desperate.

“Sure thing, baby. Keep going now.” Lewis snapped his hips up, making you choke to the feel of him filling you up.

You nodded to Max, and the both of you started masturbating again, now more synced than ever. Lewis kept fucking into you, and the sensation only added to your own orgasm quickly building up again.

“Lewis,” Max moaned, “can we just-”

“Yes,” Lewis said with a breathy groan, with how your ass gripped his cock he knew he wasn’t lasting long either. “Max, Y/N, you can come now.”

Lewis had barely finished the sentence when you pressed your clit harder and started shaking, and he held you in place as the blinding pleasure overtook you, his cock twitching inside you as he also came with your body pulsating on him. Max groaned loud as he saw you shake, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you practically sobbed through the orgasm. Thick ropes of cum spilled down his hand and his lower abdomen, hips stuttering. He watched as you squirted, hand still on your pussy making a mess as you gushed, dripping on the floor and on the couch.

It was the filthiest view Max had ever witnessed, your tits bouncing as you came shaking, Lewis’ cock still inside you, spilling his cum down his length. Max fell back on the armchair, trying desperately to catch his breath. For a few minutes, the three desperate breaths calming down were the only sounds heard.

Then, Max watched as Lewis carefully removed you from him, putting you on the sofa, you were still all soft from coming so hard. Lewis opened a small fridge and picked two bottles of water, opening them before giving one to you, and the other to Max.

“Drink it up, Max” Lewis said and Max stared dumbly at him, but he just drank it, the cold water refreshing the heat. He watched as Lewis held the bottle against your lips, and you gulped down more than half of the water at once.

You were still fully naked but you didn’t seem really bothered by it. Lewis got up again, and this time, he went through a small door that Max hadn’t noticed before. Max tucked himself in his pants again, and he stayed silent as Lewis came back, he had a damp towel and he cleaned you between your legs.

“I’m sorry, baby” Lewis said as you hissed when he pressed the towel against your still sensitive pussy.

Over the table, Lewis handed Max the towel.

“To clean up the mess,” Lewis explained, looking pointedly at Max's hand and shirt still a little smeared with his cum.

“Thank you,” Max said, using the towel. As he cleaned, he watched as Lewis helped you put on a fluffy robe.

“Max, it’s really late so we suggest you take one of the guest rooms,” Lewis said gently as he helped you get up.

Max was still confused and also spent, but he just nodded. The party had ended long before and he really believed that the three of you should talk about it. But he could see you and Lewis were too tired for a conversation.

Lewis and you led him to the guest room that was the closest to yours, just in case.

“Just sleep, and we can talk about it in the morning, ok?” You said, smiling kindly.

“Yes, of course.”

Note: should I do part 2?

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #f1 smut

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

amortentia

fred weasley x ravenclaw reader. this is a quite short one sorryyyy!!

"AND CAPTAIN L/N HAS THE QUAFFLE, SHE SHOOTS AND SHE GETS PAST WOOD. SHE SCORES. 10 POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee jordan's dejected voice was heard from his commentating box.

you smile to yourself. you were captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team and you were absolutely determined to win the quidditch cup. you knew it was probably unlikely, gryffindor had harry potter who was a magnificent seeker, but secretly you thought your seeker cho was just as good.

"SAMUELS. INGLEBEE. BE RUTHLESS. THE WEASLEYS ARE!! STOP BEING POLITE." you order your beaters, to which they rolled their eyes but listened none the less.

fred weasley, one of the gryffindor beaters and someone you'd say you had a "playful rivalry" with, heard you say this.

"i knew you loved me really l/n." he shouted, smiling and then aiming a bludger at you.

you expertly dodged it and caught the quaffle from burrow, another chaser.

"you wish weasley." you zoomed past him and chucked the quaffle into the hoop.

"L/N SCORES AGAIN, ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO RAVENCLAW." lee shouted.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good, weasley." you smirk at him.

"shut up." fred scowls at you, and you grin.

your chat was however disrupted by harry potter, the gryffindor seeker, casting a patronum spell.

you turn to see some slytherin 3 years laying on the floor, gasping. you chuckle at the sight.

what you don't laugh at, however, is harry holding up the snitch, ending the match. gryffindor had won.

"i thought your team was supposed to be good l/n." fred mocked you.

"shut up." you flew back to the rest of your team, probably to give them a speech.

you were quite in awe at the patronus charm harry had produced, so you went over to him, whilst he was, no doubt, being praised by his teammates.

"good game wood." you look at the gryffindor captain.

"good game l/n." he nods back at you.

"you're not here to attack us, are you? for winning? ravenclaw can't win all the time, you know." fred asks you.

you roll your eyes playfully.

"whatever, i'm actually here to speak to harry. your patronus spell was incredible! how did you even do that?!" you smile at him, which catches fred off guard.

"o-oh uhh t-thank you, professor lupin taught me." harry blushed, not used to the female attention.

"it was brill." you gave him another smile.

"flirting with potter won't change the result of the match, love." fred smirked at you.

"i'm not.. you know what." you shake your head and walk back to you own team, not before you immaturely stuck your tongue out at fred before you left.

"unbelievable" fred muttered, but he was smiling.

"just admit you fancy her, mate." george nudged him

"never."

over the next week, you kept your head down, keeping a low profile, like you always did when you lost a match. you had a competitive nature, so of course you were annoyed.

you weren't looking forward to potions. sure you were good at it, but snape infuriated you. and you also shared a class with the gryffindors. fred weasley would be there, your "enemy". you groaned to yourself.

as you arrived, late, may you add, resulting in 10 points off ravenclaw, you had realised snape was putting people in pairs for the potions you'd be making.

"jordan and george weasley, johnson and spinnet, l/n and-"

you waited for whoever snape was going to pair you with.

"fred weasley."

"for godrics sake." you frowned. just your rotten luck.

you moved next to him, avoiding eye contact.

"we meet again" fred smirks.

"seems like you can't get enough of me." you respond.

"i-" his words were cut off by snape.

"today, we are going to be brewing amortentia. l/n, what is amortentia?"

"the most powerful love potion in the world, it's supposed to smell differently for every wizard." you respond.

"smart-arse" fred nudges you.

you roll your eyes, but you were smiling.

"quite vague, but correct l/n. it is the most powerful love potion in existence. you are all going to be brewing it today." snape instructs, and leaves you to work.

"weasley, get the pearl dust." you say, beginning to pour the ingredients already out in the cauldron.

"on it." he salutes and winks at you.

you shake your head and continue to work. when fred comes back, you are surprised in how much you were getting on.

"thats time up." snape points to you and fred. "you two, what can you smell?"

"i smell... i smell.. i don't bloody know, y/n move away from me, all i can smell is your shampoo." he frowned at you.

"don't be ridiculous, let me have a go.." you smell your potion.

"right fred, shift, your cologne is overbearing, it's all i can smell." you sigh.

the other students laugh, realising what was happening.

"that's all i need." you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile on snape's face.

oh. oh. you had smelt fred in your amortentia. no way. you couldn't have. this was insane. but.. it made sense.

"looks like you fancy me l/n." fred grins, but you could see him blushing slightly.

"i think you're the one that fancies me." you respond, with a small smile.

he shakes his head.

"you caught me... look do you want to go to hogsmeade on saturday? i promise i won't tease you about us beating you."

and to your surprise, you found yourself saying yes.

#x reader #fanfic #short #fluff #enemies to lovers #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter x reader #snape #potions #amortentia

[bloodynereid]

Rulebreaker

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem!reader

a/n: there is a criminally low amount of warren fics and daisy jones & the six fics in general so I'm trying to rectify that. also I listened to the Aurora album on repeat when writing this so if you haven't listened to it already go do that. requests are open for all characters if you want to send anything in. i also love chatting with all of you so send in ur opinions or thoughts :)

tw: mentions of period typical misogyny, cigarette smoking, swearing

description: the night you met warren rojas, all of your rules fly out of the window.

Y/N: Being a female producer in the 70s was… how to put it delicately… absolute shit. But I tried my best. I had a list of rules to live by: don’t date anyone related to my job, never stay later than 7pm, always have more than one person in the room with you and never drink on the job. Not even coffee. I broke most of those rules the night I met Warren Rojas.

It was 9pm (rule break #1) and you had just finished mixing one of the last songs for an album you were going to show George tomorrow. You were about to head home with a cup of coffee (rule break #2) you had snatched from the snack room when suddenly one of the doors to the recording rooms slammed open and a whole gang of people poured out. The noise had startled you so much that the cup in your hand sloshed and hotstingburnoww the liquid fell onto your hand.

“Shit!” You had realized in the last moment that your little expletive caught the attention of the last people milling out, a curly haired guy and one of best known producers of the time, Teddy Price, otherwise known as your mentor. “Oh hey Teddy.”

“Y/N! I don’t think I’ve seen you here this late before.”

“Just had to finish mixing a song you know me.”

“Oh I do. That’s why it’s surprising.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and then looked over to the man standing next to him.

“Who’s the new band? Haven't seen them around here before.”

“The Six. This is Warren Rojas, their drummer. This is Y/N L/N, she’s one of the best producers out there.”

“You flatter me too much. It’s nice to meet you, Warren.”

“You too.”

“Either of you need a ride? I’m heading out soon.”

“Nah I’m fine. I’ll just go with the band.”

“Yeah I’ve got my bike.”

“You parked close?” Teddy asked with his usual protective tone.

“Just a 5 minute walk.”

“I would walk you but I’ve got to finish looking over some tapes.”

“I’m heading the same way. We can go over together.”

“You sure?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee.

“Yeah, I’m sure the band can wait.”

“Great. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Bye Teddy.”

“See you.” 

You and Warren set off to navigate through the maze of recording rooms and offices. (rule break #3) He had lit up a cigarette and when he offered you one, you graciously took it, throwing out the finished coffee cup.

“So if you don’t mind me asking. Why do you call yourselves the Six if there’s only 5 of you?” Warren laughed and looked at you with a smile.

“I honestly have no idea. Something about there already being too many iconic bands with the number five in them.”

“Right well, I can’t be one to judge anyway, I can't even sing.” 

“I can’t either so I think we’re on the same playing field here.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder. So he was funny on top of being ridiculously attractive.

“So how did you get into producing?” And he wasn’t being a anti-feminist asshole, unlike SO MANY people in this industry.

“Well I liked music and I would record demos for my brothers when I could. It was honestly just pure luck. I met Teddy when I was interviewing to be a secretary here. He taught me some of the ropes and then persuaded the big bosses to hire me. I really only produce for smaller names but… it’s my passion, you know.”

“As part of a smaller name, we appreciate your help.” He said with a mischievous smile whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh shush. So I guess now it’s only fair to ask how you got into The Six?”

“Well, Graham got us into this band when we were like 14 and then he persuaded his brother, Billy, to join. Then some random dude convinced us to head out here and try our luck with Teddy Price so here I am. We actually used to be called The Dunne Brothers and then we changed it for some reason, I think we all collectively decided against that name one night at a diner.”

“Well if you’re getting produced by Teddy then you have to have at least a modicum of talent.”

“Don’t know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Take it as you want.” His eyes flickered under the streetlights as you made your way out onto the street. Warren Rojas has a majestic quality to him and well, he was also nice and exactly your type. Okay so maybe rule number #1 was meant to be broken.

“Warren! Hurry up man or we’re leaving without you.” A man yelled from one of the parked vans. He was leaning out of the window and pushing on the car horn.

“Well it seems my luck is still going strong cause that’s my bike.” You point at the black motorcycle that is parked next to the colorful van. He sent you a beaming smile as you both wandered over to where your separate vehicles lay.

“So will I be seeing you again?”

“We work in the same building so probably.”

“You know what I mean.” I stamped out the cigarette and winked at him.

“I might come around to see how you sound tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sure to be playing the drums to the best of my ability.”

“I'm sure you’re supposed to be doing that anyway.” You smirked at him as swung your jean clad leg over the motorcycle and twisted the key in the ignition.

“Warren!”

“Yeah yeah, one second. Give me your arm.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re really pretty and I want to give you my number.”

“How do you know I’ll use it?”

“I’m taking a gamble.”

“It seems like you take a lot of those.” 

You held out your arm anyways and let him scribble down his number in black ink. Your helmet went over your head after he finished and you looked down at the list of numbers with a little heart next to them. So he was a sap as well.

“I’ll be seeing you, Warren Rojas.”

“I sure hope so, Y/N L/N.” You smiled and gave him a little wave before revving off. But not before you heard a last: “Warren! What the hell man I’m starving over here.” Which made you chuckle.

Y/N: I ended up going to that recording session the next day. And the next and the next. Teddy even let me mix a few of the songs. I also wrote down his number immediately after I got home. I’m pretty sure I still have the receipt where it’s written on somewhere. Anyways I ended up breaking that first rule after the tour. Warren asked me out when we were surfing. Actually I was surfing and Warren was trying to. God that was a beautiful day.

Warren: The sun was just about to set and I had given up trying to surf so Y/N and I were just sitting on our boards watching the sky turn different colors. We had been friends since that night Teddy introduced us and I was obviously attracted to her. But it was then when I realized I was in love with her. I ended up asking her to marry me at that exact same spot a few years later.

Y/N: I immediately said yes, both times. Warren and I just work. He is like a part of me I can’t bear the thought of losing.

Warren: I love her with my entire self and more. I can’t see my life any other way. I think one of the greatest things that came out of the band was not just the music but it also led me to my soulmate.

Y/N: Rule breaking is really one of the best things I could have done. I met my other half and worked with people I would consider my family. Sometimes plans just aren’t meant to be followed.

Y/N Rojas is one of the top producers in the music industry. She shared producer credits with Teddy Price on Aurora and has gone on to produce some of the biggest names in the 80s and 90s. Currently she lives on a houseboat with her husband, Warren, the former drummer of Daisy Jones & The Six and their twins, Teddy and Karen. She owns a music label (Reconstitution Records) which will be producing the newest album of the reunited band, Daisy Jones & The Six.

hopefully I did Warren justice cause it's my first time writing for him

taglist: (lmk if you want to be added to the warren taglist or general daisy jones & six taglist)

@pinkdaiisies @just1riqht

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[tomssexdoll]

Okay so,

Tom had just got home from a concert and it did NOT go well. Y/N was trying to talk to him because she's a very talkative person and he likes that but to, he yelled at her. That put her in funk for the rest of the day and when Tom calms down and tries to be all lovey dovey with her, she denys it.

That's all I could come up with! Okay thank you love you bye. (I've may or may not got that from a c.ai bot...)

yes pookie ofc

Moody

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom yells at Y/N after talking his head off after a shitty concert, later he tries to get all lovey dovey with her but she rejects it. Later on, after Bill knocked some sense into him he came to her, frowning and apologsing A/N: moody tom WARNINGS: light yelling

"Hey baby!" I smiled and hugged Tom tightly, squeezing his tall frame in my arms, he just flashed a quick smile and entered the tour bus, a little bit of attitude lingering on him.

I chuckled at him being moody, yapping his head off as I usually did. Little did I know he was in a foul mood, the concert didn't go that well, mics breaking, guitars being faulty but in the end it worked out so I didn't think it had still affected Tom.

Usually Tom loves when I talk but I guess not today.

I kept on talking to him, clinging onto his arm. I couldn't tell that he was getting agitated, jaw clenching and face hardening. Then he finally snapped, turning around and screaming in my face, "will you ever shut the fuck up? Oh my god you are so annoying!" he grunted "I can't get peace and quiet after a shitty concert, not one ounce of quiet!" he continued to yell, shaking me softly.

My eyes widened, Bill interviening, "hey hey hey, there is no need to yell at her, she was just trying to cheer you up" Bill confronted Tom, scolding him.

I just walked off, tears welling up in my eyes. I locked myself in one of the bedrooms, sobbing on the bed, hurt from his kniving words. I heard Tom continue to complain, about anything he could, the guys continuing to scold him.

I hear Georgs soft voice at the door, knocking. I opened it and welcomed him in, his hand caressing my back and comforting me, reminding me it's not my fault and how he is being an asshole.

For the rest of the day I avoided Tom, being quiet and keeping to myself, his fit early on set me into a mood as well. When it came time for bed I watched as he walked in, eyes staying on me.

I just rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, reading my book to avoid any kind of conversation with him. I felt the bed dip and his comforting arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in.

"Cmere baby.." he kissed my neck, hands slipping down to my stomach and softly caressing it, I just ignored his pathetic attempts and continued to read, paying no mind to him.

He sighed, "cmon baby" he kept nibbling and kissing on my neck, trying anything to get my attention. I grunted "Im reading, isn't this what you wanted, peace and quiet?" I ripped his arms off me, storming off outside and into Bills room.

Bill looked up at me, a confused look on his face. I sighed, "Tom thinks he can get away with what he did before, not even a sorry, nothing" Bill scoffed "he really is an asshole isn't he, stay here I'll talk to him" he grunted, getting up and rushing into our shared room.

I could hear yelling coming from the other room, the walls being paper thin. Then 5 minutes later it stopped and Tom appeared in the doorway, a red mark on his cheek.

He walked towards me and sat down, his head low. "I'm sorry baby...I didn't mean to yell at you like that" he frowned, keeping his hands to himself to not upset me any further.

I sighed and hugged him, even thought he could be an asshole sometimes I still loved him, I knew it was just a heat of the moment thing and he didn't mean it, he just needed to cool down.

"And I'm sorry for not apologising earlier.." he sniffled, I smiled softly, surprised I didn't need to remind him about that.

"It's ok schatz..just stop being an asshole" I giggled, pulling back and wiping a tear from his face. He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me back into the bedroom with an angry Bill.

"Did you slap my poor baby?" I glared at him, Bill chuckled, "he deserved it" before walking out and heading back to bed.

I sat on Toms lap, comforting and babying him for a while before we went to bed and of course Tom cuddled up to me, holding me tightly.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @bkaulitzlover @ballhair @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @ge-billsgf

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[upindreamland]

Your Smile - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x female!reader (she!her pronouns) one shot

Summary: Just Fred doing whatever he can to make you smile. 

Warnings: None. Let me know though. 

AN: I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing for Fred and my first time writing a long fic in a while. It might be a little cringey but hey that’s okay. Enjoy!

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Fred Weasley loved a lot of things in life. From pranking people with George to playing quidditch. But there was one thing Fred loved more than anything, your smile. Ever since Fred met you on the train to Hogwarts during your first year, he’s been hooked. Doing anything he can to make you smile. 

The first time he purposely tried to make you smile was during first year when he found you alone in an alcove crying.

Fred was looking for you everywhere. You didn’t come down for dinner and he was getting worried. He hasn’t known you for long but what he did know is that you were never one to skip out on a meal. When dinner was almost over Fred decided to roll up some food and excused himself before heading off to look for you. He finally found you sitting in some hallway. 

“Y/N” he called out 

When he saw you he noticed tears in your eyes. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” he questioned with worry in his eyes, kneeling down to sit by you. 

“Huh? Or nothing I’m fine” you said while trying to discreetly wipe the tears from your eyes, scared to open up to him. 

“Okay but just so you know I’m always here if you need someone to talk to.”

Noticing that you weren’t going to say something he continued on

“I brought you some food just in case you were hungry.”

He pulled out the food he brought and handed it to you. You took it and offered him a small smile. 

You both sat together in silence as you ate. Comfortable silence. A couple of minutes later after finishing you spoke up 

“Thanks Fred. I know it might not be a big deal but…” you hesitated tears forming again 

Without thinking Fred reached for your hand in comfort. You were thankful to the low lighting in the hallway, for he would have been able to see the blush that rose on your cheeks. He gave you a reassuring look as you continued on

“I just… I miss my family. I haven’t been away from them for this long. I just don’t know what to do. I feel alone.”

“Oh. I'm sorry Y/N. It’ll be okay. I promise. If it helps, I'll be right by your side if you ever need someone to just sit with or talk to.”

By now the tears have stopped but you still had a small pout formed on your face. 

Knowing you were at least feeling a little bit better, Fred decided to do what he knew best to make you feel a lot better. Tell you a joke.  

"Hey there, (Y/N)," he said with a mischievous grin. You looked at him confused. 

"I've got a joke for you." 

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to expect. "Okay, I'm listening," you said with a small smile.

"Why did the chicken cross the playground?" Fred asked, unable to contain his laughter.

You rolled your eyes, already sensing that this was going to be a silly one. "I don't know, Fred. Why?"

"To get to the other slide!" he exclaimed, laughing so hard that he nearly doubled over.

You couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous joke, and before you knew it, the two of you were both giggling like children on the playground. The tears were officially gone. 

"Thanks for the laugh and the food, Fred," you said, still chuckling.

"Anytime, (Y/N)," he replied with a wink. 

“Come on, let's head back to the common room.”

As you both walked away, still smiling, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Fred's infectious sense of humor. From the short time you’ve known Fred, he always had a way of making everything feel a little bit brighter.

Opening up to him might have been the best decision you have ever made. 

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The second time was during 4th year when he realized that the crush he had on you wasn’t going away anytime soon. 

As you walked through a hallway to get to the library, you heard someone whisper your name. You turned around and saw your best friend grinning mischievously at you.

"Hey there, Y/N," he said, holding up a small box wrapped in red and gold paper. "I got you a little something."

You took the box from him and opened it, revealing a set of brightly colored enchanted origami animals. They were so adorable that you couldn't help but smile.

"Oh my gosh, they're so cute!" you exclaimed, picking one up and bringing it closer to inspect.

Fred chuckled. "I knew you'd like them. I went out and found them after you talked about them the other day." He didn’t mention that he got them because he knew how happy they would make you. 

“You remember that?” You asked shocked that he remembered something as tiny as that. 

“Of course I did. That’s what best friends do,” he said. 

As you played with the paper animals, your goal to head to the library forgotten, Fred leaned in closer to you. "You know, Y/N, you're almost as cute as these little guys," he whispered, winking at you. 

You felt your cheeks turn red and couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Fred,” you said with your heart pounding. Fred definitely wasn’t the shy type when it came to making his feelings clear. You on the other hand weren't as daring but decided that you’d give it a chance. “You’re pretty cute as well.” 

Shocked by your courage Fred couldn’t help but chuckle. He wasn’t expecting for you to reciprocate the same feelings as him. He was glad you did though. 

After a bit he spoke up, “I was thinking we could head outside to have a little picnic with these little guys." 

You laughed at his way of asking you out on a date. "Sounds like a plan, Weasley."

That was the first of the many dates you too would go on together. 

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The third time was when he realized it was time to make it official with you. 

You two didn’t really talk about becoming official since the switch from best friends wasn’t that noticeable. All he knew was that he found himself falling harder and harder for you - being drawn to your kind and caring personality he’s loved for so long. He knew he wasn’t going to find anyone else that was going to be able to put up with his constant pranks or clingy behavior after a tough quidditch practice. You were it for him. So, when Fred realized he hadn’t officially asked you to be his, he got to planning. 

The time came during one afternoon as you were both sitting by the lake after a long day. You two hadn’t seen each other for most of the day since you had to meet with a classmate and Fred had quidditch practice.

Fred had packed a small picnic basket with some of your favorite snacks. Hidden between them was a little box he made with a note and a necklace with the date on it. As you were eating you mindlessly grabbed the box. When you opened it, you couldn’t help but gasp. 

Y/N I’ve loved you for forever and I’m hopeful you’ll allow me to call you mine? - Fred

“Yes of course Fred!” You exclaimed while throwing your arms around him. “I love you so much.”

When Fred pulled away the sight he was met with made all of these years worth it. Your bright smile lit up your whole face. He was reminded once again of one of the reasons he was so in love with you. 

You probably smiled the hardest that day. 

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The fourth time was when he felt like he hadn’t seen your smile in years (it was like a minute)

Throughout your relationship with Fred, his mischievous side was becoming more noticeable, and today was no different. You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, buried in a book, when Fred plopped down next to you.

"Whatcha reading there, Y/N?" he asked, peering over your shoulder.

"It's just a muggle novel," you replied, trying to keep your place in the book.

"A muggle novel, eh?" Fred said, his eyes lighting up mischievously. "I bet I could make it a lot more interesting."

Before you could protest, Fred had snatched the book out of your hands and began to wave his wand over it. Suddenly, the characters on the page began to come to life, jumping off the paper and into the room.

You looked around in amazement as the characters and scenes from your book suddenly came to life. When he decided to erase the spell, you couldn’t but chuckle at your boyfriend.

"You're insane, Fred," you said, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"Insane? No, just a little bit crazy," Fred replied, winking at you. "You know you love it."

As the craziness of the moment came to an end and you opened back up to your page, you couldn't help but smile. Fred may have been a troublemaker, but he was your troublemaker.

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The last time (for now) was when he went out of his way to plan the best date night ever.

The year was coming to an end meaning classes were becoming stressful. Fred noticed and decided to try and help you. 

You were walking back to the common room when all of a sudden Fred was by your side, a charming smile on his face.

“Gosh Fred you scared me!” You said putting a hand up to your chest.

"I have a surprise for you," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "What kind of surprise? You know I have work to do."

"It's a secret," he said, holding his finger to his lips. "But I promise you'll love it."

Fred led you down several twisting corridors and up a staircase before finally stopping in front of a portrait. He muttered a word and the portrait swung open, revealing a hidden room filled with anything you could ever think of.

"Ta-da!" Fred exclaimed, gesturing to the room.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "What's all this for?"

"Just because," Fred said with a shrug. "I thought you could use a little cheering up."

You felt your heart warm at his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Fred. This is amazing."

He grinned. "Anything for you, Y/N."

You spent the next couple hours exploring the room - enjoying the time you were spending with your boyfriend without a care in the world. It was definitely something you needed. 

As you were leaving the room, Fred stopped you for a second and turned you around so you were facing him.

"Did you know I love your smile? It makes me the happiest when I realize I’m the reason you’re smiling," he said softly.

You blushed at his words grinning up at him. “How did I get so lucky? Thank you for always making me smile. You always know how to brighten my mood.”

Fred's face lit up, and he pulled you closer to give you a sweet kiss. You both pulled away smiling from ear to ear. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling grateful to have such an amazing boyfriend.

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AN: that’s it! I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome. Thank you for reading and come talk/request anything!

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[teaandransacking]

at times like these

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x female reader ~ Written for @philliam-writes ~ words: 1k ~ content: injuries, romantic tension

You and Lockwood fall through the door to 35 Portland Row, and then you close it by slumping down against the wood. Beside you, Lockwood breathes heavily.

You only just escaped with your lives.

Glancing over, you take in his profile, his head tilted back against the door. The line of his neck looks tempting even in a situation like this, and you wish George or Lucy were here to distract you from your thoughts.

But this job was so big that the four of you had to split up, and the remaining two of your foursome were still out with Flo.

“You okay?” Lockwood asks, once he’s caught his breath. His long legs are stretched out in front of him. The laces of one of his trainers have come undone.

“Never better,” you snark.

He musters enough energy to smile at you. “There she is. It’s disturbing, you know, when you’re not sarcastic.”

“Well then, I’ll try to keep my tongue sharp so you’re never uncomfortable.”

He chuckles, but then winces, his hand flying to his side, and then you see it - the unmistakable dark splodge that can’t be anything other than blood.

“Shit,” you hiss. “Stay here. Keep your hand on it.”

He nods, looking a little paler than he did before, and your stomach bottoms out in fear.

You hurry downstairs to the kitchen and grab supplies. A bottle of antiseptic, medical tape, cotton wool. When you get back to the hall, Lockwood has shrugged his coat off. There’s blood on his shirt, but it’s not as much as you feared, or, you hope it isn’t.

“Reckless,” you chide as you start to unbutton his shirt.

He smiles a little. “Just reckless enough.”

You’d prefer it if he was not reckless at all, but you’re too worried about him to concentrate enough to form words.

Lockwood has no such trouble. “If I’d known I only had to get stabbed to get you to undress me, I’d have done it sooner.”

“Shut up.” You pry the last button free of its eyelet, and gently peel the cotton shirt - probably unsalvageable - away from the wound.

Thank God, it looks as if the blood is coagulating.

You tear off some cotton wool anyway and dump a load of antiseptic on it, gently pressing it to the wound.

Lockwood hisses in pain, his eyes closing. His lashes are long and thick on his high cheekbones, and he’s especially beautiful in the low light here, haloed by the muted glow from the old Tiffany lamp on the hallway table.

You make yourself stop thinking about how handsome he is and concentrate on the task at hand. Once you’re satisfied you’ve doused the wound in enough antiseptic to sink a ship, you cover it in gauze and secure that with probably too much medical tape.

“How does that feel?”

His eyes open. “Better. Thank you.”

“Good. Now, if it’s not too much trouble, please try not to get stabbed again.”

“I shall do my best,” he groans. “It’s an occupational hazard when around rapiers.”

You look at him, slumped against the door, half sitting, half lying, and think that perhaps you should have dragged him to his room or at least the sofa before patching him up.

At least he’s no longer got an undressed wound.

“Come on,” you say. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He arches a dark brow.

“For God’s sake, Lockwood.”

He smiles wryly. “I was trying to make you laugh.”

“Well, you can try again when you’re not in danger of bleeding all over the floor.” You help him to sit up, take his shirt off the rest of the way, and then sling his good arm over your shoulders. “Think you can make it?”

“For you? Unquestionably.”

You try not to read too much into his words. Possibly, he’s half-drunk on tiredness and pain.

Thankfully there aren’t too many stairs to his room. The bed is unmade, which is good - you don’t have to fuss with turning back sheets and a duvet to get him into it.

He sighs as you get him there, help him stretch out, and then remember at the last minute to take his shoes off.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says sleepily as you pull the covers up over his prone form. You exercise superhuman restraint in not looking too hard at his bare torso.

“Of course you don’t. But I’m here, anyway.”

You had planned to leave him to sleep, but as you straighten up, he catches your hand, tangles your fingers. You meet his gaze, and his soft brown eyes are a direct portal to his soul as he murmurs, “Stay? Please stay.”

Even if he didn’t have that buttery smooth voice, you can deny him nothing. 

You grab the chair from under his desk and pull it to the bed, and after you sit, you reach out to smooth back his hair. A couple of loose strands flop over his forehead, and he looks boyish, endearing.

The only giveaway that he’s older than he seems are the dark streaks under his eyes. It tells you he’s seen so much for someone so young.

As have you. As have all young people, since The Problem.

You put it from your mind as Lockwood gazes up at you. He often looks at you like this, as if you hung the moon in the sky, and it’s getting harder and harder to pretend you just want to be his friend.

Maybe one day, you’ll admit your feelings to yourself, but today, you’ll just sit with him while he recovers, and it’ll be enough.

His eyes drift close as you continue gently threading your fingers through his hair, and then his breathing evens out as he falls asleep.

And you hope, selfishly, that he’ll dream of you.

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ᖭ༏ᖫ Knives and Pens ᖭ༏ᖫ {Episode 3}

Ellie x Female Reader MDI 18+ Word count: 4803

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Aria Rose is a trained surgeon from Orion, Alberta coming to Jackson. Originally from Buffalo QZ in New York, you fled after the death of your mother, an ex Firefly. You meet Ellie Williams when arriving in Wyoming. Hope is a fickle thing and the past will come back to haunt everyone.   

A.N: My first fic and so I'm taking my time with writing and enjoying the characters. This takes place in the TLOU2 or a little prior to when the game takes place. Slight changes to the story will happen. Rated 18+ as sex and sexual themes are mentioned. Slow burn. Smut.

Any songs used in this story were released prior to Breakout Day; September 26th, 2013.

Warnings for this episode: angst, smut, smoking da reefer, cursing, nudity, lesbian sexualism/erotica, mentions of slight sexual trauma.

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Episode 3 : Waiting Pains

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Song: Greedy -  Artist: Inara George - Released: 2005

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You slipped under the surface of the water and laid on the tub floor. Maria and Tommy had started on dinner and had a country album playing on the record player in their living room. Most of the noises were drowned out by the water. 

“Maybe I’m both,” Ellie’s voice makes an appearance in your thoughts, but like the music, it’s muffled. Your heartbeat plays clear. You think to yourself that this is what it’s like for a baby in utero; surrounded by familiar distant sounds and voices, all playing to the beat of your own and your mother’s heartbeat. You feel yourself needing to take a breath but you hold yourself down and push yourself further into your thoughts.

“But, what if it mutated?” Your mother’s distant voice plays again from last night’s dream. “The host would still be infected,” was your response. Your mother’s voice starts to fade farther away, “But what if they were still themselves, still human?” Your heart continues to play its song and you feel your need to breathe rise.

“Maybe I’m both.”

You push yourself up, finally taking in a gulp of air.

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The sun had set behind the mountains. The navy sky was turning black and you lit the numerous candles that were throughout your room. You’ve unpacked your clothes, medical text books and journals, and the framed photo of you and your mother was placed on your vanity surrounded by a few lit candles. Your vanity had become a small shrine and you felt it fitting to place your mother’s Firefly tag on the frame.

Dinner was ready and Maria had offered you to eat, but you opted to wait with her and Tommy until the others showed up. “I try to cook for the family at least once a week,” Maria sat on the couch, Tommy was on the recliner and almost passed out. You sat on the other sofa diagonal from Maria. “I like to make sure they’re eating, more so Ellie than Joel.”      

“Does she not eat?”

“Well she eats, just not enough, and Joel, well, he’s alone so he makes himself small meals. They don’t live together technically, Ellie lives in the garage on the property. Anyways, they’re family and I do what I can.” Maria was a woman to be admired. She took care of her family and on top of that, Jackson. 

Tommy’s light snoring was interrupted by a knock on the door. You sat lounging on the couch and Maria got up to get the door. “Finally! Horde give you any trouble?” 

Joel steps in with a heavy foot, “There was eight of us, so not so bad,” he gives Maria a hug.          

“Well make your way to the dining room I’ll serve you,” Maria held the door open and you heard  lighter footsteps come in. “And you, how many did you get?”

“Like 18 on my own. Five more than Jesse,” Ellie finally walks in wearing her black t-shirt, with her hair up in a low bun, a single loose strand of hair by her face. She came in looking back at Maria, but her eyes rested on you. Your adrenaline rushed in as her gaze fell on you and it made you nervous. She turns to give Maria a hug. 

Tommy’s recliner clinks shut and he gets up, “Well I’ll play some of a record while we eat,” and he starts the record over, gives his hugs, and heads to the dining room with Maria and Joel. 

You get up to join the others and Ellie smiles at you still standing by the entryway.

“Back so soon?” you tease. You couldn’t help but be playful with Ellie, she seemed to glow at your banter and you noticed that for the times that she was with you, the echoes from the past faltered, and you stood on even ground, it seemed, with her. Ellie rolls her eyes playfully and they land down on you again as you approach. 

“Don’t act like you haven’t been waiting.” You were taken aback a bit by her sudden boldness, but she smirked more with a sense of cheekiness, as if she wanted to see how you would react. You obviously didn’t want to lose this game and so you tried to conceal a blush.         

“Yeah to eat, it took you long enough. Do you usually keep a girl waiting?” you smile back.

“I’d say this would be the first.” 

“Oh really?” you purred.

“I don’t like stringing people along,” she says hesitantly, still trying to keep her confidence up. She looks away smiling and gives an airy life.

You step closer to catch her eye, “I’m not known to wait either, but if it’s worth it, I will.” Your eyes explore her face, admiring her freckles and her cheeks flush lightly. 

“So.. you think it’s worth it?” her voice was quieter, eyes soft, as she watched you for your response.         

Your heart started to ache. This woman has single handedly melted your cold, distant exterior. The women in Orion that you were with all had eventually used you as the village gay mistress. The few that laid with you eventually left you empty and with nothing to show for it. They all were ashamed of being with you, and you were kept as a dirty secret. The worst part was, you let them. You didn’t know why you did it, but you let them either way. 

But Ellie was different. She was open to you about her interest in you, she was even protective of you. You saw that she was affecting you the same way you were affecting her. A light, a pin of hope, pierced in your chest.     

Ellie saw no hesitation in your face. Your smile, paired with your bright eyes, gave her all the confidence in the world and her heart pounded, a desperate steady rhythm. All she needed was to hear you say it, but maybe not right now, maybe not tonight, and for some reason, she was almost okay with that. You two were solid, and considering her heart ached with having to watch someone she had loved from the sidelines for so long, she felt like she was finally coming up for air. So she licks her lips and gives you a big grin.         

“Dinner’s served!” Maria calls from the dining room.  

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Dinner had played out with Maria sitting at the head of the table, talking about the growing population of Jackson as more women are becoming pregnant and choosing to go through with the pregnancy. You were expected to have your hands full with not only this but teaching as well. When it came to doing surgeries,  you did it all.

“Well, we want you to have a life too. Can’t be all work no play,” Tommy winks at you. He’s seated across from you and Ellie, on Maria’s right, Ellie on her left.

“There’s a lot of young people your age here,” Joel looks up from eating, he sits across from you, next to Tommy. “Jesse is a good kid.”

“Yeup, and there’s Dina, and that tattoo artist, Cat,” Tommy adds. “Well Ellie can show you ‘round, get you acquainted, when you have some free time, if there’s such a thing.”

 You smiled and looked over at Ellie who sat beside you quietly eating. 

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The night was ending and unfortunately for Ellie, she had to be up early for morning patrol. She waited until Joel headed out first so she wouldn’t have to walk with him home. She lingered behind helping Maria and you clean up.

“I can wash the rest up, why don’t you head on home Ellie,” Maria offers. Despite the calm night, Ellie’s mind was racing. Between Joel, you, Di-    

“Hey I’ll walk you out,” you had dried a dish and put it away.

“Yeah okay.”

You walk Ellie to the porch. The moon was full and there was a cool breeze. “This Thursday, pick me up by the hospital,” you stand by the stairs holding onto the porch pillar.   

“So am I courting you now?” she smirks.

You chuckle, “Who says that?”

“I don’t know, people,” she shrugs and smiles.

“Hmm, well,” you take her right hand and observe it with both of yours. You look at her palm and slide your fingers to the tips of her. You feel the callouses, “You play guitar?” Ellie nods, not really sure how to respond. You flip her hand over and trace her long slender fingers up to the dipping leaves of the fern on her wrist. The delicate touch had caused chills to run down her arm. She let out an airy gasp and you pulled her arm around your waist. Both of her hands held your lower back. Your hands found their way to her neck where you gently ran your fingers down. Ellie had closed her eyes and blushed bashfully. She had gotten lost in your touch. She felt another gasp building up, but she opted to hold her breath. Your palm finds her cheek and she leaned into your touch.

“I think I’m bad at waiting,” you whisper.

Ellie’s eyes shoot open. The moonlight hits your bright eyes and casts a shine on your lips. She swallows a desperate gulp back. The sweet torture of your touch put her in a desperate state of mind. Her body was warming up and her hands slid lower down your back, gently grabbing hold of your bottom, kneading you through your jeans.

“Me too,” she leans closer. Your eyebrows knit together, you look into her eyes, then to her lips, and back again.  

“Ellie-,” Ellie dives into the kiss. She cups your ass and raises you up. You feel Ellie’s tongue enter your mouth, needy and desperate. She explores your mouth and you wrap your arms around her neck. It was intoxicating. You were running out of breath but you didn’t want to break it. You were choking on her kiss. Ellie finally pulls away, breathing into your mouth, she looks at you with dark eyes. You breathe hard and she rolls her eyes, closing them, and resting her forehead on yours. Your hands go down to the flat of her chest and you feel her heart pounding. 

“So Thursday?” she breathes out.

“Yeah, after my shift,” you try to smile but a wave of melancholy spreads over your heart.

She separates and stands tall over you, breathing hard, smiling a side smirk with proud squinted eyes, like she had just trudged up a mountain side and was now looking at the valley below leading into the horizon.

She takes your hand and rubs her thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll see you then,” she presses her lips on your cheek and swiftly turns and walks off the porch and down the street, not turning back.                           

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Four Days Later

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Next to the medic tents by the stables was a small building used for operating, delivering, and storing medicine. You stood by the main nursing station in the large waiting area in good view of the front door, looking down at a clipboard. You wore your long hair in a low ponytail with some hair framing your face. Your white doctor coat covered down past your bottom. You wore a fitted black t-shirt with a v-line and gray, black shorts with your black combat boots with red laces. The past couple days have been nothing but hands-on teaching to the twenty of Jackson’s doctors. Your day was finally ending and you couldn’t wait to head out.

“Hey there Aria,” you turn around to see a familiar face.

“Joel!” you smile and you two exchange a hug. “Just come back from patrol? What can I do for you?” In a bizarre way, you felt close to Joel.

He gave a small smile and cleared his throat, “Yeah I’m here to pick up.”

You go over to behind the nursing station and find a chart with his name on it:           

Joel Miller ……  Sleep Tea …… 1 bag

You go and retrieve the bag with the dried herbs and give it to him. 

“Thanks.. I don’t usually need anything, but recently it’s been a little difficult,” he takes the bag.

“I usually take chamomile tea before bed, it’s the only thing that can relax me after a day of sticking my hand in people,” you smile hoping to get him to laugh.

“Heh, well I guess that’ll do it.”

You look over across the large room to see Ellie coming in the double doors. Your eyes stay on her and a smile is plastered on your face. Joel notices and he looks over to see what you were looking at. “I’ll be back,” you say, not taking your eyes off her, “excuse me.” You quickly make your way to the locker room and take off your doctor coat and retrieve your backpack. When you come back out Joel is gone and Ellie stands by the nursing station with her brown t-shirt with a blue short sleeve button up on top. Her hair was half up. 

Ellie finally sees you come over and she perks up. “Hey, you finally showed up,” you go over and give her a hug. 

She returns the hug, “Well I’m here, aren't I?” she smiles. 

You two start walking over to Ellie’s place. It was about 5:30 and it was golden hour. “I have to make my way out to the town again soon, there's a music store where I get my guitar strings,” Ellie walks side by side with you. 

“Hey remember that library where the horde was? I would like to check it out if I could.”

“You can talk to Maria to schedule a patrol, tell her to put me on it.”

“Okay I will.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Medical texts mainly.”

Ellie pretends to yawn, “Wow sounds like fun,” she teases.

“Hey!” You punch her arm.

“Oh I’m sorry, was that supposed to hurt?”

“Oh I’ll make it hurt.”

“Hey wha-!”

You push her against the wall of the cemetery and tiptoe up to bite her on her neck.

“Ohh,” Ellie enjoys the bite.

You let her neck go to try and not leave a mark. You lean up and take her lips into yours. “I’ve missed you,” you say.

Ellie looks down at you and with a smile and a shake of her head, she kisses you again. “C’mon,” she takes your hand and leads you the rest of the way.

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Ellie turns on her fairy lights and you look around the room. You were taken aback at how good it smelled- her pine scent sitting in the air. 

Ellie starts playing some old country music on her cassette radio and you two sit on her couch. She pulls out a joint from a small box under her coffee table. “I rolled it yesterday, you still wanna try?” she asks. You nod. You watch her pull out a lighter and lights it up. She inhales and exhales the smoke smoothly. She smiles and passes it to you. You smile to yourself as you mentally prepare, then you bring it to your lips and inhale. You hold it in a bit then exhale, coughing at the end.

“Shit,” you pass it to her. 

“Not too bad, now I gotta show you how to ride a horse,” she chuckles. Ellie blows smoke and watches you look around her room, taking in all the details. From the paint and the guitar, you knew Ellie was an artist. Her callouses showed her dedication in practicing her craft. You too had gifted hands, but in a different way. 

“Can I show you something?” You reach for your backpack and take out a burgundy photo album. Ellie’s eyes light up. “When I’m not working, I take pictures.” You scoot over and open the album. Photos of you in Orion when you were 17, you had shorter hair. Some of them you are posing with babies and toddlers you’ve helped deliver. You flip pages and Hannah starts to make an appearance.    

“Who is that?” Ellie points to another girl posing with her arms around Hannah.

“One of Hannah’s exes,” you smile, “they were secretly dating for a few months.”

“And him?” Ellie points to a more recent photo of Hannah holding onto a tall blonde guy smiling at the camera.

“Stephan Dubois,” you pause, “Sophie’s father. He died on patrol.” You recall Hannah watching the band of horses leave with men to find Stephan and his troupe. Hannah had just found out she was pregnant.   

“Damn..” 

Ellie sees photos of Orion, you in the hospital teaching, and some of you in the mirror in your old room. “These are really good,” she flips through the pages and takes a hit. She passes the joint and flips the page to some more interesting photos. “Ohh, what is this?” You laid soaking in a tub, hair dripping wet, dark eye makeup, red lips, and a cigarette near your lips. You gave the camera a seductive smolder with parted lips, the water concealing your body.           

You blew out smoke, “I was recreating a photo I found in a magazine,” you leaned back letting the high finally kick in.       

Ellie finished the album and placed it on the table, “Are you gonna take more photos like that for me?” She licks her dry lips and cheeses a grin.

“Oh, I definitely can and you can keep in your joint box,” you giggle.

“Or, I’ll keep it on me.”

“Yeah?”

She shrugs, “Yeah, I mean that’s what people do right?” she flashes her eyebrows.

You two look at each other, sharing the joint.

“So,” you start, feeling pretty confident all of a sudden.

“So,” Ellie repeats.

“How obvious did I make it?”

Ellie looks up at the ceiling like she had her thinking cap on, pretending to not know what you meant. 

“When we first met,” you continued leaning forward, “how obvious did I make it?” you started to purr again.

“You mean when I had to check if you were clean, and you were staring at my lips?”

You blush at your own ridiculousness, “Pretty obvious huh?”

“Oh yeah, I’d say so.. But it wasn’t one sided,” she gives a serious look. You look at her and take a hit, getting close and sitting in between her legs, you exhale into her mouth.

Ellie closes her eyes. She slips into her mind and she stands on the cold, gray moon watching the earth turn. The familiar feeling of loneliness washes over her. “I would take a one way ticket too,” Ellie says quietly. You recall when you first met and she asked if you’ve ever gone to the moon. She holds your waist and goes to your ear, “..if I was going with you.”

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“How’s Aria coming ‘round?” Joel sits in the back patio at Maria’s and Tommy’s. 

“Great. Morale at the hospital is up. I’m considering including her in our monthly town meetings,” Maria takes a sip of tea from her mug.

“Is that right?” Joel stairs at the yard.

“Why? What’s on your mind?” Maria raises concern.

“She and Ellie, well, they’ve gotten close.”

“In what way?”

“Well, Ellie came by the hospital today to pick her up.”

Maria smiles to ease Joel’s concern, “So she’s hanging out with new people, a doctor no less, how is that gonna start problems?”

Joel grumbles quietly to himself. “She doesn’t talk to me. All ‘er friends I know.”

“I know you don’t think you’re there for her, but you are. Sometimes people need time to figure things out, the same goes for Ellie. She’ll come back to you Joel, once she figures out how she wants her life to play out, she’ll come along. In the meantime, be there for her, from afar.”

Joel looks at her with pained eyes, smiles, and nods.

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Ellie lays over you on her bed, lips locked. Her tongue, eager to make its way back into your mouth. Her body rocks as she kisses you hungrily and her free hand slides under your top. You quiver at her sudden touch. 

She stops and looks down at her hand, still underneath your top, resting on your abdomen, “Is this okay?” she whispers looking back at you.

“Yeah, it just tickled a little,” you smile.

“Hmm,” Ellie exhales a soft hum. She watches her hand slide up and cup your breast. Your lips part and she comes back down to kiss you. She messages your breast as she takes the time to kiss you deeply. She pulls down your bra and plays with your nipple between her fingers. You moan into her mouth and your hips begin to slowly buck and squirm. She hums again at your reaction. “Let me take this off babe,” and she proceeds to remove your top and bra in one pull. You lay bare back and you pull up at her top as well, then her bra.

“Ellie..” you couldn’t help but admire her. You lifted your head up and bit down on her neck again, sucking the soft flesh, your hands massage her breast. She gasps and groans at this. She starts to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down a bit with your panties. You detach and look up at Ellie.

“Lay down babe,” she tells you and you do. Ellie looks down and her hand grazes over your sensitive cunt. You were already so wet. Her fingers slide up and down your folds, “Damn babe, is that all for me?” She gives a long lick up your neck to your ear. You involuntarily whimper.

“Yes,” you whisper. Ellie’s touch was like heaven and you were delirious. Ellie starts rubbing your puffy clit. Her bicep moving with every rub, moving slowly, then faster. You feel her breath on your neck. She kept a rhythm, but you wanted more. “Ellie.. Mm.. more babe please!” you moan. 

Ellie shoots up to look at you- your face contorted in pleasure. “Yeah?” she asks huskily.

You look into her eyes huffing in air, “Yes please Ellie, I want you.”

Ellie didn’t waste any time taking your pants off. She wanted to love you, to pour herself into you. You gave her a purpose, you made her feel wanted, needed, and desperate.

Ellie lowers herself down to your trimmed cunt. She watches you spread your legs for her. “Fuck Aria,” she kisses the top. She starts to suck on your clit and she watches you close your eyes moan. You feel Ellie slide her long slender fingers into you and you whimper again.

You grip the sheets beneath you, “Fuck right there Ellie!” Ellie keeps her fingers inside fucking your g spot hard and fast. You feel chills run down your legs as your orgasm approaches. “I’m gonna cum, Ellie, fuck you’re making me cum!” Ellie hums on your clit pushing you closer. It finally hits, and you let out your orgasmic moan, bucking your hips and clenching around her fingers. Ellie helps you ride it out as she continues to finger you. She comes up to kiss you, still keeping her fingers inside. You taste your arousal. 

“Was it okay?” Ellie kisses your flushed cheek.

You chuckle to yourself, “Are you kidding?” You two laugh and she slides her fingers out and lays beside you. You look down at her jeans, “What about you?”

“Soon,” you turn to your side and lay on top of her, “we're not done, just, taking a break. I wanna make sure you can go a couple more rounds,” she smiles.

“A couple more rounds?” you repeat, feeling your legs still weak from your orgasm, but even your own body betrays you, after looking down at her and cupping her breast, your arousal starts up again. “I want to taste you.”

“Yeah, I want that too,” she licks her wet lips. 

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Song: What the Water Gave Me  -  Artist: Florence and the Machine  -  Released: 2011

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After Joel left, Maria went ahead to change out the linens in the house. You left your door ajar, and she knocked anyway. She realized you were still out after your shift, which she thought was great, she’d hoped you’d find time to have fun and didn’t want you to get burnt out. She collected your towel and bed sheets into her basket. She looked over at the many textbooks piling your desk and she was curious to look at them.

A lot of texts on being a midwife, doula, delivering a child, neonatal physiology. Then there were others about diseases that happen with age, medical herbs, repairing broken bones, heart surgery, brain surgery. These were some of the books that were displayed on your desk. Maria was amazed at your wide range of knowledge. When putting the texts back in order on your desk, a paper fell out of your ‘Neurology & Neurological Surgery’ text. It was a copy of an x-ray of a human skull that was infected with cordyceps. She flips the page over to see your handwritten notes:

Can it mutate? Can host still be infected and remain human? Immunity? 

Maria’s stomach drops. She returns the sheet to the text and puts everything back. She turns to leave and notices the picture on your vanity with an all too familiar looking pendant. She reads the name and turns it over to confirm. 

“Yesenia Rose.” 

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“Fuck right there,” Ellie has her fingers gripping your hair, holding your head down as you eat her out. “Yeah babe- trying to make me cum?” she moans, ending on a whine. She starts to grind in your mouth and all you can do is desperately hum  “mhm” over and over. “Auh.. fuck babe.. you fuck me so good,” she watches you with half lidded eyes and furrowed brows. Her hair sticking to her wet forehead. Her mouth open, letting out gasps and silent whimpers. “Mhm right there.. Mmmh.. fuck yeah I’m cumming baby. Fuck! Auhh yeah take it!” Her orgasm falls on her hard, as she talks you through it and rides your face. You taste her orgasm and lap it all up. 

Ellie falls back onto the bed breathing heavily and lightly sweating. “Come here,” she reaches out a hand for you and you lay beside her. She wraps both of you in a thin blanket and pulls you into her. It had been a couple rounds as she promised, and you were ready to close your eyes and sleep. Despite being tired you felt an over looming feeling caving in on you. Like you were going to depend, attach, and become addicted to Ellie. In a nonmedical term; fall for her, which is not your style, and yet, you let yourself fall- fast and head first.  

Ellie watches your resting face. She had never had it this good with Cat. You two understood each other without having to say anything, and you fulfilled her deepest cravings. She knew you were special and wanted to attach herself to you in every way possible.                                                  

You open your eyes to catch her green ones looking back at you. She brushes some hair behind your ear. You smile, and it must have been contagious because she smiled back.

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END OF EPISODE 3

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I want everyone to know that you’re mine: George Harrison x reader

request(s): - can you write a smut about George being like possessive and wanting the reader to be loud during sex bc “I want everyone to know that you’re mine” and if possible have it happen bc maybe the reader was getting hit on by the others and George wanted to reiterate who she was with? Thanks so much! - Can you write something smutty for George? - pls i need more george smut 🥺🥺🥺 im in love w him 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (aren’t well all) a/n: do any other authors get horny when writing smut or... pairing: George Harrison x reader summary: teasing George (just realised i put in the wrong summary! it is correct now tho, whoops!) warnings: sexy time! dirty sexy time! orgasm denial (female) oral (male receiving). unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it, lads). ass smacking. kinda harsh sex but not too harsh. jealous!george word count: 3651

George always got off the stage horny. He said it was a combination of a lot things but you knew the roar of the crowd and the fact you were there watching and waiting for him was what really got him going. He wanted you to see his success, just like you wanted to show how proud you were of him. He had, after all, worked so hard to get where he was. So, you never missed a show. 

Tonight was no different, George, despite being engrossed by his performance, couldn’t stop looking backstage to look at you. You had worn a short dress today and no underwear. You had whispered this delicate information to him just as he was getting on stage and when it was too late for him to do anything about it. But the look on his face was priceless, pure shock and desire. 

As soon as the last song was over, he bolted off stage, not even waiting for their final bow, and rushed towards you, nearly toppling you over. He picked you up, hands flying to your ass, and spun you around. 

“Fuck, I’m so hard, I’ve been waiting all night for this.” He growled in your ear, pushing his boner against you. “Let’s go baby, please.” You laughed and placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back. 

“We can’t leave, there’s the after party.” You winked before walking away to congratulate the other boys with a polite kiss on their cheeks. 

Once their instruments were safely set to the side the five of you headed outside to your cars. George followed close behind you, his hand low on the small of your back, finger feeling the fabric to remind himself you weren’t wearing any underwear. You got into two cars, You, George, and Paul on one and Ringo and John on the other. 

The cars sped away from the crowds of fans and headed to the hotel you were all staying at. The hotel had organised a party for the band in their presidential suite. It was going to be filled with roadies, journalists, music producers, and models, and you couldn’t wait to use this opportunity to tease George. 

You were sat between the two boys with one of your hands on George’s thigh, your slim fingers drawing circles in his inner thighs. 

“That’s driving me wild, I’m going to fuck you when we get to the room.” George muttered as he pressed his lips to your ear.

“So, did you like the show?” Paul asked, oblivious to what was going on. He had light a cigarette and was offering some to you and George. George accepted, placing it between his lips and lighting it. Something about him lighting a fag drove you wild and you couldn’t wait to fuck him once you go to the hotel but the game you were playing wasn’t going to end soon.

“Of course, you were amazing tonight.” you said, momentarily placing a hand on his knee and removing the one you had on George’s thigh.

George sat up and you smiled, knowing he had taken the bait. Paul smiled happily and thanked you.

“You look great tonight, love.” Paul smirked. “That dress... is it new?” You could hear George practically growl next to you.

“Yes!” 

“Looks stunning on you, love.” he met your eyes and smiled that charming smile of his. “You look stunning tonight.”

“Back off McCartney.” George said, placing a protective arm around you.

“C’mon Georgie, don’t be ridiculous.” you said, pushing off of him.

“Yeah, Georgie.” Paul teased as the car came to a stop, having finally reached the hotel.

George reached over to him but Paul jumped out of the car. Cameras immediately starting flashing, fans were yelling the boy’s names all around you. You kissed George’s cheek before getting out, pressing your ass into him as you moved over him. George grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, pressing his boner against you.

“Behave, I see what you are doing.” he said before letting you go.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” you smiled, grabbing his hand and walking into the hotel through the screaming crowds. 

Once in the suite you headed off to find your group of friends. They were an assortment of journalists and roadies who followed the band around. Naturally, you spent a lot of time with them which caused a friendship to flourish. In this group of friends was a specific roadie who George hated as George claimed he had flirted with you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t listen to reason since you repeatedly told him he was gay and was more interested in him than in you.

“Thats just an excuse to touch your boobs.” George had said, pouting.

“No because he surprisingly does not touch my boobs.” you had rolled your eyes and left it at that. 

But you could now feel George’s eyes on you across the room as you sipped on a drink, lounging on one of the velvet sofas, and talked to said roadie. George had been starting at you the entire time you were there but he had been caught in a conversation with some music producer.

John came over to join you, sitting by your side and placing his arm on the sofa behind you. He started mumbling about the concert and the party but he was so drunk you couldn’t understand him so you simply patted his shoulder and nodded. You could feel George watching you and suddenly an idea came onto mind.

You stood up and sat back down across John’s lap. He smiled up at you and hugged you, clearly ready to sleep. You ran your fingers through his hair and glanced up at where George had last been but he was gone. You glanced around, suddenly worried that you couldn’t find him.

“Love.” George said from behind you. You jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. You looked back and smiled, George was upside down!

“Georgie, you’re upside down!” you laughed.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, cocking his head sideways. His face was tense, clearly unhappy at the situation but you couldn’t care less, he had to live a little. “Get off his lap.”

“No, I’m just happy.” you threw your arms around his hips, dragging him towards you, and ignoring his second question. “And you?”

“Lets get out of here.” he whispered, leaning over and starting to pull you away from John, who just flopped backwards and promptly fell asleep.

“What? No! The night is young.” you whined before standing up and dragging George over to the dance floor. 

Dozens of people had congregated in the centre of the room and were dancing widely. Arms were thrown up and hips were swung to the rhythm of the music. You pulled George to the centre and placed your arms on his shoulders. His hand went to your hips, pulling you close.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” George said, his lips chasing yours. “What were you doing on John?”

But you ignored him and allowed yourself to feel the music, the thumping of the bass resonated deep within you. You threw your head back and immediately George’s mouth went to your neck. He kissed and sucked on the skin there, surely leaving marks.

“Georgie, careful.” you frowned, chastising him.

“Lets go, my love, I want you.” he pressed himself against you. “I need you.”

“I can feel that.” you giggled.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here? Huh? In the middle of the room and let everyone see how well you take my cock?” his voice was low, its vibrations travelled all the way down between your legs.

“Fuck, Georgie.” you palmed him through the jeans, looking around to make sure no one could see but everyone was too high or drunk to notice.

“Lets go.” he wrapped his longer slender fingers around your wrist and pulled you towards the exit. A couple people tried to stop him to talk to him but he was a man on a mission and practically shoved them aside. Once outside the suite, George picked you up and pressed you against the wall.

He began kissing you like a starving man, hands slipping under your dress to grab your ass. You moaned as he pressed himself against you and you rocked your hips against him, desperate for some friction. George pressed himself further against you, preventing you from moving.

“No, you don’t get to do that after how you have behaved all night.” he sunk his teeth onto your flesh and you yelped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I’ve been good, Geo, what do you mean?” you lied, kissing his face.

“You and I both know thats a lie.” he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “You’re gonna do as I say and if you’re good maybe I’ll cum in you.” George set you down and grabbed you, pulling you towards your room.

Once inside, he picked you back up and took you over to the bed, dropping you on it. You watched in anticipation as he slowly took his shirt off. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

“Stop that.” George snapped. “You don’t get to do that.” he shook his head and you.

Finally, his shirt came off. He threw it on the ground and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and took himself out of his pants. While staring right at you, George stroked himself. You bit your lower lip, eager to have him in you.

“Stand up.” he ordered, you did as he requested, your eyes sliding down to his erection. “Kneel.” you dropped to your knees and looked up at him.

“Now what?” you asked sweetly, trying your best not to look at it.

George stayed silent, he trailed his fingers through your hair and tugged it back so your mouth fell open. He grabbed himself and guided your mouth towards him. You stuck your tongue out, allowing his cock to rest on it, and closed your lips around him.

“Good girl.” he said, his other hand went to your chin, pushing it up so he could see better.

You closed your eyes and moved your head forward until his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly but remained there until tears formed in your eyes. You pulled back, gasped your air, and did it again. Slowly, you let your tongue explore him. It went over the ridges and veins of his cock, mapping out every inch of it.

One of your hands went to his hips for stability, the other going between your legs. You slipped two fingers inside of you and rocked your hips the same way you bobbed your head backwards and forwards. You moaned, the vibrations of your moan made him buck his hips forward.

He groaned and collected your hair into one hand. He pulled you back so only the tip of his cock was inside your mouth, and slowly pulled himself out. A single line of spit and pre-cum connected you and his dick. He grabbed his cock and placed it back into your mouth.

“Mouth open.” he slowly pushed his hips forward. You held your breath, fingers stopping inside of you, and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as he made his way down your throat.

Then, at the same excruciatingly slow pace, slid himself back out. George did this a couple times before slamming into you with no warning. You choked on his cock but that didn’t stop him. He grabbed your jaw, hand so big his fingers nearly reaches your ears, and fucked your mouth. 

“Fuck...” he groaned. “This is what you get for being a slut.” his eyes were trained on yours. “Stop fucking touching yourself, you think I don’t notice?” reluctantly you removed your fingers from yourself. “Now take my cum.” he pushed his hips into your mouth one last time before finishing inside of you. As his cum shot out, he rolled his hips, and you licked his cock, making sure every last drop came out.

Then, he slid himself out. You stuck your tongue out and blinked up at him. “Good girl.” he slid his finger down your cheek and shoved them into your mouth, reaching the very back and making you gag. “Swallow.” you did as you were told. “Now get up.”

“Yes, daddy.” you stood up and George’s mouth was immediately on yours. He reached behind you and pulled down the zipper to your dress. The short sleeves of the dress fell from your shoulders. George pulled it over your head, leaving you completely bare. He pushed you onto the bed, grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs apart, and dragged you to him.

His fingers slid up your thighs at an excruciatingly slow pace, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you through his lashes, there was pure hunger in his eyes.

“Please Geo.” you whined.

“What do you want, my love?” he asked getting closer to you. You bit your lower lip and nodded. His fingers slid into you and you moaned. “Louder.” his fingers curled inside you and you moaned louder. He began working his magic inside of you, moving his fingers with such precision and rhythm that made you thank your lucky stars that he was a musician.

Your mouth hung open as you let moan after moan spill out of you. His thumb went to your clit, gently massaging it. Your thigh were threatening to close but George had placed his hands over them, pressing them down. You moaned his name and told him you were close.

“Good girl.” he said as he pulled his fingers away from you.

“What the fuck?” You groaned, dizzy from the pleasure and alcohol. You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

“Sit here.” You did as you were told and straddled his thigh.

“What now?” 

“Get yourself off.” he shrugged.

Heat rose up to your cheeks. Get yourself off? On his thigh? You swallowed and nodded. You rocked your hips, a small whine escaping your lips at the sensation. His thigh was hard, the muscle under rubbing against you in the best way possible.

“You don’t think I want to fuck you?” he growled, his hands went to your hips gripping you tightly and urging to move faster. “You don’t think I want to shove my cock in you and make you come?”

“I know you do.” you moaned. “Oh, George...”

“Then why do you behave so naughtily? Flirting with Paul and John right in front of me? It’s like you’re begging to be punished.” he tutted, shaking his head.

One hand went to your breast, squeezing it harshly. You moaned his name as he licked your nipple. You rocked your hips against him faster, determined to orgasm. 

“I wasn’t flirting.” you lied as you quickened your pace.

“Don’t fucking lie, slut.” George said grabbing your jaw. You looked at him and reached for his cock.

You jerked him off at the same pace you rocked against him. Each time you moaned his name his hips jerked. You moaned it louder and he kissed you, you moaned it even louder and he played with your breasts.

But George’s patience was wearing thin. He flipped you around, laying you on the bed and crawled over you. His mouth was on you, his kisses sloppy, and with no warning, he slammed into you. You gasped his name, unable to do much else, and squeezed your thighs around him and he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Louder, love. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want everyone to hear how well I fuck you.” he grabbed your hands and pinned them above you, exposing your neck.

His mouth attached itself to the soft skin there and began sucking. You went to complain but a sharp slam of his hips shut you up. Instead, you moaned and moaned. Each slam of his hips making you go louder. You yelled his name and his rhythm got sloppy.

George pulled out of you and turned you around with ease. He pulled your hips up, exposing your ass to him, and aligned himself, his dick pressed against you. He rubbed his tip against you slowly, almost as though taunting you. You pushed your hips back and he pulled away.

“Oh George, fuck me please, please.” you moaned. 

He smacked your ass and slowly slid in to you. He quickly returned to the ruthless pace he had set before. His hand slapping your ass as you gripped the sheets. His fingers went around your hips, meeting your clit, and began drawing circles. 

You were coming undone, the brutal slamming of his hips against yours filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the effortlessly skilled movement of his fingers against you was pleasantly overwhelming. He leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back and pulled your hair back. 

“Are you going to come?” he groaned. “Come for daddy, you’ve been good. I want to hear you.” 

You nodded and let yourself loose. The explosion of pleasure took over you, making your body go limp. George held you up as he continued fucking and fingering you. You unapologetically moaned his name over and over until your throat felt raw.

Just as you were coming down from your high George slammed his hips into you one last time and came inside you. His cum shooting into you felt delightfully familiar. You clenched around him and gripped the sheets so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they ripped.

George collapsed on top of you, cock still inside you and weight crushing you. He gently kissed your shoulder, hand going around your body to squeeze your breast. His cock was still hard when he slipped it out. You rolled over and smiled at him but he was staring between your legs.

He licked his fingers and pushed his cum that had began leaking out of you and down your thighs back in. You winced at the wave of pleasure that crashed against you like aftershock. 

“This pussy is mine.” he said, reaching down to kiss it. 

Bonus:

George had returned from the bathroom and scooped your limp body in his arms. He had taken you into the bath and sat behind you, your back against his chest, wet bodies pressed together, as he gently cleaned you up. Then, he had tenderly dried you, taking extra care around your thighs, and taken you back into bed were you were now spooning.

“Was that good?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Very.” you mumbled.

“It wasn’t... too much?” 

You turned your head to look at him and smiled, placing a hand over his cheek.

“I liked it. I love it when you’re possessive. It was very hot.” you gently kissed his cheek. “I love you.” you murmured and spun your whole body around to face his.

“I love you too.” he said, pressing his head into your hair.

You reached your hand down his pants and hesitated. George nodded and reached to pull your own underwear down. You wrapped your hands around him and felt as he got hard. 

George laid back, his hands on your hips guiding you over him. He comfortably slid into you, like a key into a lock, and you both happily sighed. You fell against him, bare chest against bare chest, and slowly rocked your hips. George wrapped his arms around you and met your movements half way.

“I’m sorry love, I can’t last any longer.” he groaned.

“Cum in me, Geo. Fill me up.” you whispered, your words driving him wild. 

It was the most comfortable filling, his hips crashing against yours - once, twice, three times - as he came undone. Then, you remained like that, his cock buried deep in you and his mouth kissing your skin, until he softened. You pulled yourself away from him and he tucked himself back in.

He pulled you against him, his whole body wrapping around yours, and fell into a deep slumber.

BONUS BONUS:

The next morning you stumbled over to the wardrobe, George watching your naked behind body from the bed, and pulled on plaid trousers and a pink cardigan to match. He helped you as you got ready, kissing your cheek and neck or wherever he could reach.

You walked hand in hand towards the elevator and made your way down to the private room the hotel had given the band for their meals. Inside was John, Ringo, and Paul, all sat around a round table filled with food.

They all looked up as you entered and started laughing. Unsure, you cocked your head to the side and asked them what was so funny.

“Did you have a good night?” John said, wiggling his eyebrows, between fits of laughter.

Realisation dawned on you, they probably heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment but George was having none of it. He pulled you to his side, arm going around your shoulders and led you to the table where breakfast was set.

“Piss off, you lot are just jealous.” he said, rolling his eyes and ignoring their howls of laughter.

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[happy74827]

Can you do a Marty McFly x Reader, where the reader and him traveled back to 1955 together. Marty and the reader aren’t exactly together but they two idiots in love. But basically Lorraine doesn’t get the hint that these two are interested in each other so the reader is jealous but then some boy in 1955 flirts with the reader and Marty ends up jealous 😭. THANK YOU!!!!

Dance With Me

[Marty Mcfly x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite how rare it seems, don’t forget that jealously is often a two-way street.

WC: 1758

Category: Fluff

Oh my god… i’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve been so caught up. But, I finally finished it so hopefully you like it!! (this is probably my favorite Marty fic I’ve written so far tbh).

『••✎••』

It was stupid. You knew it was. The entire scenario was ridiculous, and you felt stupid for letting it bother you so much.

Yet, the entire day, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. Even now, as the dance played on around you, you couldn’t keep the thought of how Lorraine Baines could be so oblivious.

Sure, she was with George… now. But before Marty fixed up the past, she was all over her son as if he were the best thing since sliced bread. It wasn’t even the fact that it was her son that was bothering you, although that certainly did play a part in it, no. It was the fact that it was Marty.

It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything, but you knew there was something. A spark, if you would, and it was a spark that made you want to pull him away from her and just tell him what was on your mind.

You weren't really sure when the infatuation had begun. It was as though a light had just flickered on one day, and suddenly, everything was different. Everything was Marty, your lazy lab partner.

Your eyes flickered to the man across the room. He was standing alone (for once) by the punch bowl, watching the dancers with a soft smile. Even now, Lorraine was still obvious to your connection. Though, it didn’t really matter since everything was fixed now. Her obsession moved on, and so should yours.

Still, your eyes drifted down to your shoes as your mind flashed back to the night before. You remembered the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his wrist and the way she pulled him closer to her, practically begging him to ask her to the dance. And he had, though only because it was the plan to begin with.

Your lips twisted down into a scowl, and you had half a mind to take her to the side and give her a piece of your mind. But why should you? What did it matter? It was over now, and there was nothing left to do but wait until the past was the past.

God, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest.

You wanted to go home. You wanted to see Doc alive, Doc, and not worry about this crap anymore. You just wanted to be home.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. The music seemed to swell around you, and you could hear the shuffle of feet as people danced around. It was almost overwhelming, and you wished you had a place to escape to.

When you opened your eyes, however, a face greeted yours, and a hand reached out toward you.

You blinked, looking up at the boy who was grinning brightly down at you.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his smile bright.

It shocked you. In 1985, you were never asked to dance unless it was by a friend in an attempt to make you feel better. And while the boy standing in front of you wasn’t exactly the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, he was trying.

Your gaze shifted across the room, looking at the others. George and Lorraine were dancing, his hand low on her waist. Your parents were also dancing, as well as most of the students. And then there was Marty, standing alone, watching his parents dance.

It really was just you caring, wasn't it?

Your gaze shifted back to the boy, who was still watching you expectantly.

A sigh fell from your lips, and a small smile curled on your lips. "I would love to."

His smile brightened as he took your hand, pulling you into the middle of the dance floor. You glanced at the people around you, seeing their confused expressions and the whispers.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but the boy was quick to spin you around.

His hands found your hips, and yours settled on his shoulders.

The music slowed, but the song wasn’t as familiar. Your feet followed the rhythm, and the boy led the way.

"So," he started, a smile curling on his lips, "you don’t seem like the rest of the girls."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I get that a lot."

"Are you new to school?" he asked, his smile never wavering. “I’m sort of new too, just moved in the last year. I haven't seen you around."

"Oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, not wanting to explain the details of your situation. "I’m just visiting, though. Leaving tonight, actually."

"Tonight?" He looked surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.

"Yeah," you said. "But I think I'll be back soon."

"I hope you do," he smiled, and his voice sounded genuine. Now you wished that you could stay longer, but you knew that it wasn’t possible. "What was your name, by the way?"

“Can I bud in for the next dance?" a voice asked a familiar voice, a voice you would know anywhere.

Your body froze, the boy stopped, and the music halted.

Both of your gazes shifted over to see Marty standing in front of you with a small smile. One that held something more than just a friendly offer.

The boy glanced at you, his gaze questioning. Boldness was not his strong suit, and it wasn’t yours either, but you were a little less timid than he was.

"Yeah," you nodded, "of course."

Marty's grin brightened, and he quickly grabbed your hand, disregarding the “next dance” statement completely, forcing you to ditch the poor boy.

You felt a bit bad about the abrupt switch, but the feeling vanished when he pulled you against his chest, his hands on your hips, and yours around his neck.

"What was that about?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Yeah," he nodded, "But remember what Doc said to us? He said that we shouldn't change anything. We don't know how this could affect our future."

"Or affect his," you pointed out, but he shook his head.

"He’ll forget about it," Marty waved it off. “Trust me, the guy's got enough on his mind right now; what's one more thing?"

“Would you?” Your words were quiet, and you didn’t really think that he would hear them. But he did, and his gaze met yours.

"Would I what?"

"Would you forget about it? It seemed as though you couldn’t handle the fact that I wasn’t dancing with you," you explained, a smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.

"No, I-" he sighed, shaking his head. "Doc said that we shouldn’t change anything. I’m just following the rules."

You rolled your eyes, a scoff falling from your lips. "Since when have you ever listened to rules?"

"Hey, I listen to rules!" he defended, but his tone was playful, and the smile on his face betrayed his words. “And you're changing the subject."

"Am I?" you smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "What subject would that be, McFly?"

His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart beating rapidly.

"How quick you were to dance with me," he grinned, his voice quiet, but you could hear the teasing undertone. “instead of the boy you were with."

"I don’t know what you're talking about," you scoffed, looking away from him, but the grin was still playing on your lips.

"No? Is my mother still on your mind, then?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"That makes me sound creepy," you said, scrunching up your nose in distaste. “Do you always have to word things so weird?"

"Do you always have to avoid the question?"

You were silent for a moment, trying to find a good response. "Yes."

His eyes brightened, a smile lighting up his face. "You are, aren’t you? You're still jealous of my mother."

"No," you groaned, shaking your head. "No, I'm not. I'm sorry, Marty, but I'm not obsessed with you like she is. Or was, or whatever. She isn't obsessed anymore, is she?"

"Not really," he shrugged, but his grip was still firm around your waist. "She sees me like a brother now, I think.”

“How’d that happen?" you asked, thinking about the dramatic change of direction, but you noticed how his smile faltered for a moment, a distant look clouding his features.

"Let’s… not talk about it," he shook his head, the smile returning to his lips. Something about that ordeal told you it was better left unsaid, so you didn't push it any further.

"Okay," you nodded, smiling. "I'm sorry, though, I guess. For being weird and all."

"No," he shook his head, pulling you in so close that your nose nearly brushed against his. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his every movement and his closeness. His hands were warm against your skin, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your dress.

"Save the apologies for when we get out of this nightmare," he didn’t elaborate on his words, but the thought of seeing Doc alive again, as if nothing had ever happened, made the smile grow on your lips.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. Your hands moved from his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning against your lips, and yours ghosted across his. Your heart was beating rapidly, and your palms began to sweat, but the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice. It was a reminder that you were there, dancing with the boy you loved.

And even though it was the 1950s, and neither of you would admit your feelings for one another, there was that awkward truth that lingered in the air. That spark, the one that pulled you together and ignited something that you were too afraid to admit.

You both were jealous of someone, a simple fact that would make the two of you laugh if only you both had the guts to admit it. But it was okay because this was the start.

You didn’t have to say anything. The music, the moment, was saying everything for you.

So you didn't say a word. Instead, you moved closer and let the jealousy fade along with the song.

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[maraschinomerry]

Offerings

Pairings: George Karim x gn-ish!reader (reader's gender isn't specified but they are possessed by a female ghost)

Summary: you and George are working a case as a duo when you accidentally connect with a surprisingly dangerous source

Content: strong angst with a happy ending, suicide and unwanted pregnancy references for the ghost, possession, near-death experience, confessing feelings

A/N: I really wanted to write an angsty piece based on the Annabel Ward case and was also low-key inspired by Stuck In The Middle With You (shoutout to @stray-kaz, highly recommend reading but be aware it's 18+)

Word count: 3.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea

The limestone mansion loomed, imposing, at the end of the winding driveway, outlined in gold by the rays of the setting sun behind it. You and George approached in companionable silence - the cab ride over had been full of conversation, but it had left you at the gates and now you made the last stretch of the journey on foot to the sounds of crunching gravel and evening birdsong. The early autumn air was still warm, so your jacket was draped over your arm leaving you in a short-sleeved T-shirt. As the huge wooden door filled your vision, George drew a key from his pocket and slotted it into the lock.

It was almost 6 months now since you'd joined Lockwood & Co as their fourth member, and in that time you'd grown to love the rest of your team. Lockwood and Lucy were like the siblings you never had, but George… George was something else. It had started out small, little glances between the two of you when the others were up to their usual antics, making tea when you knew the other was having a bad day. Soon it blossomed into a need to be around him at every opportunity, butterflies in your stomach when it was him who sought you out for company or advice. Eventually you had no choice but to admit to yourself: you had a crush on George Karim. Not that you'd ever admit it to him. You were almost certain he didn't feel the same, so it would just make things awkward. Nevertheless, you were secretly excited that a busy spell meant Lockwood and Lucy had gone off on a case together and left you two to handle this one.

George had thoroughly briefed you on the case before leaving Portland Row and recapped it all in the cab: Evelyn Moore had lived in the mansion, her family home, in the late 1940s until, barely turned 21, she had given birth to an illegitimate child and been found dead a week later. Reports varied (the family had tried to keep the whole affair under wraps) but the general understanding was that she had stabbed herself. In the wake of such a tragedy the child, a boy, had been taken on by her parents and went on to have children of his own. When the visitations began, the mansion fell out of use but continued to be passed down through the family. Now Evelyn's granddaughter Amelia was attempting to have the property made safe so she could move in and reconnect with her family's history. Easy enough job, you thought.

The mansion was well-presented; it was clear that Amelia had begun making preparations, cleaning up the vintage furniture that had withstood the test of time and replacing what hadn't. Polished oak sideboards, smooth velvet loveseat in the hallway, rich red carpet leading up the staircase. It was this staircase that you took, leading you upwards as George disappeared further into the building.

A fine trail of small footprints led through the dust on the carpet, venturing a few paces forward before turning back to the stairs. If they were Amelia's, she must have seen the disrepair ahead and decided to focus her efforts on the ground floor. Either that or she'd stayed a little too long past sunset and been forced to flee. You flicked on your torch for a cursory search. Everything was as expected from the plans you were given - a bathroom to your right, two bedrooms up ahead on either side of the wide landing and a study beyond on the left. Another flight of stairs at the far end led to the working area of the house. Time to start searching for a source - the body would be long gone, that was a relief, but there could be a piece of jewellery or a keepsake, perhaps something relating to her pregnancy. You swept your torch around.

To your left, opposite the bathroom door, was a rectangular recess in the wall. The top portion was shelved, filled with cobweb-laden books and yellowing papers, and below it was a writing desk. The inkwell had long since dried up but there still remained a fountain pen and a stack of unfinished letters. They were difficult to make out, but it seemed to be Evelyn trying to find the words to tell someone about her newborn son. Her mother or a friend, maybe. Had it not been for the thick coating of dust, you could almost have believed that it was only yesterday she was sitting here, pouring her heart onto the page in ten different ways, none of them quite right. Poor lass.

In the side of the desk were two drawers and a small cabinet. You tried the door to the cabinet first, revealing nothing but another stack of letters, these ones received from others and almost all opened, and a spider which scuttled away immediately. You jumped at the sudden movement. Moving up, the bottom drawer contained a rather fancy letter-writing set, simple paper and envelopes but with soft uneven edges indicative of being handmade, and each stamped with a maker's mark. In the final drawer, your breath caught at the sight of an ornate letter opener. The handle was silver, inlaid with mother of pearl, and you couldn't help but tap the blade with the tip of your finger. It wasn't as sharp as a dagger or knife, but was more pointed than you expected and you hissed involuntarily as the point dug into your skin. Putting away your torch to lift it from the drawer, you let it balance between your hands. There was something about it you couldn't quite put your finger on. Hadn't the reports said Evelyn stabbed herself? She'd have had to put some real force behind it to do serious damage with this, though. 

"George?" you called out, keeping your voice light and airy even as you raised it to travel to wherever he might be in this immense building. It was early yet, but you had no idea when or if Evelyn would start manifesting so the longer you could put off aggravating her, the better. A noise sounded in return, too far to make out. Were your ears deceiving you or did you hear footsteps?

When you turned your attention back to the letter opener, you were startled to notice a fine silvery-white pattern spreading across your skin like ice forming on a lake. You wanted to fling it away, to let it fall from trembling hands, but it felt like something was blocking the nerves, not allowing your brain access, so you could only watch as the tendrils spread further across your perfectly still palms.

"George!" you cried with more urgency. Positive energy be damned, you needed him here now. That definitely sounded like footsteps, coming from the direction of the other staircase, but they were slow. Too slow. Something crept into your vision, burning white, and in a flash the landing was bathed in warm light.

You squinted up at the small chandelier, aglow as it hung from the ceiling. Had that always been on? Hadn't you had a torch? You glanced down at the letter opener in your hands, noting the way the ice on your skin had disappeared, but when you blinked the blade was on the desk.  Where it was supposed to be, you thought. A pretty girl wandered into view, in a floral wrap dress and heels with her blonde curls neatly pinned back.

"There you are," a voice sighed up ahead. It was a young man, possibly a few years senior to the girl, dressed in a suit almost as sleek as his neatly coiffed hair.

"Basil, how did you get in here?" You watched the girl speak the words, and yet you heard them not out loud but in your head as clearly as if you were thinking and saying them yourself. In fact, the more you tried to consider it, the more you were unsure that it hadn't been you talking after all. You moved to stand next to the girl until you were seeing almost exactly what she was.

"You say that like I haven't been sneaking in to see you for years. Not that your parents wouldn't have let me in through the front door if they'd been home, of course." He smirked. That was right - his parents and yours… no, Evelyn's… were friends, and had more or less established the young couple from the moment of the girl's birth. It made it all the easier for them to court, and for them to have a child before the marriage had come to pass. Evelyn's parents had scolded her intensely for being so foolish, but for the sake of their social standing had done nothing to shun the young man responsible.

"They oughtn't. You've ruined me, Basil, and for what?" The words definitely felt like they came from you that time. Was Evelyn even still there? Yes, of course you were there. Wait. You were, Evelyn was; one and the same.

The whole room seemed to shudder, and for a second everything became incredibly grey. This wasn't right. Your, no, Evelyn's house didn't look like this. It was her, your, house without a doubt, but like it had been left untouched for decades. Basil was gone too, replaced by a younger boy with light brown skin and dark curly hair, who was watching you in confusion with some sort of light pointed at your face. You were confused too; where had your fiancé gone? Who was this bespectacled teenager? But you knew him, didn't you? Your heart fluttered against your chest at the sight of him, and the voice in your mind called out the name George over and over again.

The soft light of the more homely landing returned, and you looked at Basil with watery eyes.

"I loved you, you know that?" The curly-haired boy appeared again, and your voice cracked as a single tear spilled down your cheek and onto your T-shirt. Onto your floral wrap dress. "I really, truly loved you, but you don't feel the same."

"Who says I don't? I'm marrying you, aren't I?" Basil protested, but there was nothing loving about his tone. He was angry that you had the courage to voice your doubts, even if you both knew them to be true. Without ever breaking eye contact with him, without alerting him, you reached to the side and wrapped your fingers around the silver and pearl handle.

"You gave me a child because you wanted to, without ever stopping to ask what I wanted or how it would affect my life! If that is how you show your love, Basil, I do not want it!"

The young man's expression darkened, and you shrunk back. He grabbed at your bicep, but the touch melted into one more soft than you could have imagined as the curly-haired boy reached for you too, confused expression melting into one of worry.

"(Name), please, can you hear me?" You could, you knew you could, but the name that rolled off his tongue tasted foreign and wrong. It wasn't Evelyn. His fingers closed over yours where they had wrapped around the pearl and silver handle, fighting to pry them free, but your grip was firm.

Basil swam back into view. "You do not get to decide that. We are to be married, you are to raise my son, and you will accept whatever I decide to offer you."

"Then you can offer me nothing."

You levelled the letter opener at your stomach, the point aimed at the belly button which had so recently connected you to the baby boy who now lay in the bedroom down the hall.

—

George heard you call to him.

"Down here, (name)," he yelled back from the scullery. "What's up?" No response. He continued rummaging through piles of ancient belongings until he heard you again, louder this time. He took the back stairs, coming out on the far end of the landing. There were doors to either side, but they were all closed and your voice had sounded less muffled than if it had been behind one. He continued forward.

There you were. Standing motionless in front of an old writing desk, something balanced on your hands. Your torch was off, tucked in your belt, but as he brought his own up to try and see you better he caught a glimpse of silver. You didn't look at him, barely even flinched at the bright light. Oh god, were you ghost-locked? Was he too late? Your eyes were unfocused but not glassy in the beam of the torch, and as he watched something registered in your gaze. The corners of your mouth twitched into a gentle smile.

"I loved you, you know that?" you said without warning. George felt a pressure ease in his chest that he hadn't even realised had been building.

"I know, I just never-"

"I really, truly loved you, but you don't feel the same." No, if you'd let him finish… He stepped closer to you, reached for your outstretched hands.

Something was terribly wrong.

Your skin was freezing, thin webs of silver fanning out under some kind of letter opener. He'd seen those silvery lines before, when Lucy had tried to communicate with Annabel Ward. Oh shit.

"(Name)? (Name), please, no. Please!" His voice was rising frantically. He went to smack the blade away, but as he did so the fingers of one hand closed tightly around it.

"You gave me a child because you wanted to, without ever stopping to ask what I wanted or how it would affect my life! If that is how you show your love, Basil, I do not want it!" This was definitely Evelyn's source then, he'd read enough in his research to be confident of that, but it paled in comparison to the importance of getting it away from you right this second.

"(Name), please, can you hear me?" He was panicking now, scrabbling desperately at your fingertips even though they were as good as cast in stone. That glimmer of recognition sparked behind your eyes once more, before fading back into oblivion. You were gone again. She'd taken over. "I'm begging you, Evelyn, please, I know how this ends and I can't lose them."

Your hands moved, and for a moment he prayed that you were coming back to him, but then you turned the blade to your stomach.

"Then you can offer me nothing."

"No!" The word ripped itself through his throat as the blade began to press into your T-shirt, and with one final surge of energy he wrenched the letter opener from your grip. The metal skittered across the floor, coming to a stop when it hit the wall, and he hastily threw a silver net from his belt across it.

—

You returned to yourself with a gasp as you collapsed to your knees in a plume of dust. Someone was there, and it took a second for you to realise it was George. He followed you to the ground, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You hugged him back with arms as shaky as your breath.

"You're okay, (name), you're safe, the source is secure. It's George, I've got you. Breathe with me, ready?" His breaths were deep and steady against your chest, and you felt your own falling into the same rhythm. You wondered if, with him using both your names, this was something he'd dealt with before. When you finally felt like you weren't about to burst into tears at the sight of him, you pulled back. He let go, one hand drifting to where the sudden movement of the blade had torn the hem of your T-shirt.

"Are you hurt?"

Your hand shot up, brushing his as you passed a couple of fingers over your abdomen. They came back spotless. You sagged, all the adrenaline draining from your body. "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, hand not moving from the ripped fabric.

"You…" his voice broke. You'd never heard him sound so scared; your heart clenched painfully. "You were so close to dying, exactly how she did."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so careless picking up a potential source like that. I had no idea that she'd…" you trailed off. "Did she- I guess, did I say anything useful?"

George tried to act casual, telling you it wasn't exactly useful, but there was something about his demeanour and the way he couldn't quite meet your eyes. You waited for him to continue. "You, uh, said 'I loved you, but you don't feel the same'. Who was she saying that to?"

"Her fiancé." You bit your lip, teetering on the edge. Three, two, one, jump. "But I was saying it to you."

He looked at you then, gaze a mix of amazement, longing and something else. Hope. You saw none of it, eyes fixed on your fidgeting fingers.

"Hey," he murmured. "Can you look at me, please?" You half expected him to tilt your chin up, but he kept his distance, giving you the power to choose whether you did or not. That small moment of consideration was enough to convince you, and you steeled yourself for the rejection that was surely coming. For the pity. But you saw none.

"I didn't realise anything was wrong at first," he admitted quietly, "because I'd been so desperate to hear you say it." The words hung in the still air, waiting for you to process them. Slowly, you did.

"Why didn't you say something?"

He huffed out a breath and adjusted his glasses. "And risk having misread things? I couldn't do that, it would mean… losing you." The weight of the concept after the evening's events seemed trivial now. You both realised it as you glanced at the silver net in the corner. "I almost did lose you, and it was unbearable. I don't know what exactly Evelyn's fiancé was doing that made her say he could offer her nothing, but I know I don't ever want to be that person."

You reached out and cupped his cheek, marvelling at the way he leant into the touch. "You could never be that person. Trust me."

"I do, of course I do," he pressed a feather-light kiss to your palm. "And if you want to forget about all this, I completely understand, but I'm always here if you need to talk."

He was so sweet, you couldn't help smiling, but the exhaustion was creeping into your bones. Now that you'd neutralised the source, there was no real reason to stay any longer. "I just want to go home."

George nodded, and as he stood he offered you his hand. When he pulled you to your feet and tucked you into his side, helping you down the stairs on wobbly legs, a small part of you realised that maybe what he'd offered you was not just his hand but his heart. You'd offered yours too, the moment you told him those words were for him, but if you were really being honest you knew you'd given him your heart months ago. He'd keep it safe, he always did.

#lockwood & co x reader #george karim x reader #george karim #gn!reader #lockwood & co fanfic #lockwood and co #renew lockwood and co

[laurfilijames]

Ryder Harrison (Vegas)

Love and Hate (Ryder x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

George Lowe (Hillary)

Home (George x female reader)

#laursmasterlist #ryder harrison #vegas (2021) #ryder harrison x female reader #ryder harrison smut #george lowe #hillary (2016) #george lowe x female reader #dean o'gorman

[uramilf]

Ross request pls!! You’re in a successful girl group yourself and your boyfriend Ross comes to watch the opening night of your new tour not knowing what to expect, he’s flustered but trying to play cool all the way through watching your dance in revealing outfits but then wants you in any way possible after the show

This was incredibly fun to write. Thank you anon, you made my day with this ask xoxoxo

Hypnotised

Ross MacDonald x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Fingering, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, spit, spanking, Ross is sexy xox

MINORS NOT WELCOME!!!!!!! 18+

*Reader’s POV*

Holy shit, I thought to myself. I was nervous as fuck. It was the opening night on my band’s UK tour, and my boyfriend Ross was coming to see me perform for the first time in London. Ross and I had not been together overly long, and we had started dating during my band’s short break after our album release, so he hadn’t had a chance to see us live yet. I had invited him and some of our other friends to see the performance, and was scared shitless to see what they would think of it.

Grabbing my keys, phone and handbag, I left the house and locked the door behind me. My suitcases were packed and lying at the front door, ready to be moved onto the tour bus the next day before we left London. Ross would be joining me for the first few tour dates, thank God. I jumped in the car and drove to the venue; still a few hours until the show to sound check and get ready.

After a quick sound check with the three other girls in the band, we went backstage to get ready for the show. I had picked out my outfit earlier: a sheer black crop top with a red lace bralette underneath, a tight, short red leather skirt which revealed plenty of leg, black thigh high boots and a black leather jacket with a fur trim. I eyed myself in the mirror and holy shit: I looked hot.

I was sat in a chair by multiple older ladies who styled my hair into a perfectly messy updo, checked that my nails were flawless and applied my eyeliner, mascara, and startlingly bright red lipstick. I looked perfect. Ross was gonna lose his shit.

About half an hour passed whilst my band mates and I smoked, drank and laughed among ourselves, attempting to diffuse the nerves. Finally we got the news that it was showtime. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to see Ross before the show, but I had been informed that he had just arrived along with Matty, George, Charli, Adam, and Carly. I was thrilled that my boyfriend and so many of my newfound friends were able to see the show, especially as they were all such talented musicians, including Carly who didn’t have a career on music, but who I knew was working on the boys’ new album.

As we stepped out on stage, the crowd went wild. I squinted in the bright stage lights as my eyes adjusted and scanned the crowd for my friends. I found them quickly in the VIP section, Ross looking stunned. I shot him a grin and he smiled back, still looking slightly flustered. I guessed he was just a little overwhelmed with the idea of his girlfriend leaving on a countrywide tour.

*Ross’s POV*

As Y/N came onstage with the band, my mouth fell open and I struggled to close it again. She looked phenomenal. I had never seen her look so beautiful in the entire time I had known her. The stage lights illuminated her perfectly and she smiled like she belonged on the stage.

“Mate, she looks stunning,” Matty exclaimed. “I still don’t know how the fuck you managed to pull her.”

I frowned slightly at my friend’s infatuation with my girlfriend. “Shut up Matty,” I elbowed him. “Bur yeah, you’re right, she looks incredible.”

Before long, Matty’s attention was on the beautiful blonde female guitarist, who was wearing a very short low cut dress and would no doubt go home from the after party with him.

Y/N began singing, her voice angelic. Her movements however, were far from that. She swung her hips and strutted around the stage confidently, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. I was absolutely hypnotised by her. She kept leaving me wanting more; I needed to see more of her body, needed to feel her, needed to hear her perfect voice talk dirty to me. Halfway through her set, she ditched her jacket, allowing me (and the thousands of other people in the venue) to see the red bralette I had just bought her for her birthday. I was slightly jealous that all my friends and all her fans were able to see her looking like that, but secretly thrilled that I was the one who had bought her the skimpy article of clothing. I knew she had worn it just for me. I prayed Matty didn’t notice how tight my trousers were becoming, as he would have a great time telling the other guys later.

*Y/N’s POV*

As our set finished up and I threw my guitar pick to a fan in the front row, I grinned one more time at Ross and said my final goodbyes to the crowd. We left the stage, sweaty and exhausted but otherwise elated. I couldn’t wait to see Ross, to find out what he thought of the show. I ran back to the dressing room to clean myself up, change into a short black dress that showed plenty of cleavage and a pair of heels that would hopefully get me close enough to my boyfriend’s giant height to kiss him. Just as I was about to leave the dressing room, a knock sounded at the door. I opened it to see him standing there, an obvious bulge in his trousers and a wide grin on his face. I ignored his hard-on and leapt into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up. One of his arms was around my middle, the other hand resting on my ass, making me smile. He seemed to need minimal effort to pick me up; his strength was a total turn-on. My hands cupped his face and I pressed me lips to his, kissing him passionately. His soft lips moved against mine, his beard ticking my face. He pulled away and set me down on the ground, holding my hands in his and gazing into my eyes.

“Darling, you were incredible. You were perfect. You couldn’t have had a better start to your tour. And that outfit; oh my god. I wanted to get up on that stage and take you in front of all those people.”

Without giving me time to answer he crashed his lips into mine again, lifting me back up and tossing me down on the sofa in the corner of the dressing room.

Ross dropped to his knees and pulled my dress up around my hips. Pulling my black thong to one side he thrust two fingers into my already soaked pussy. I screamed his name and my eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers upwards, brushing my g-spot. I could see him becoming harder and harder; I could tell he was desperate for release but was determined to make me feel good first. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, his other hand creeping up to rub my clit. One of my hands gripped the arm of the sofa, the other was tangled up in his long hair, pulling gently. Before I could cum, Ross stood up and unbuttoned his black dress trousers, kicking them to the side. My eyes widened. “Babe, what if we get caught?”

“Don’t worry Y/N my love, everyone’s already gone to the after party. I said I was coming to find you. Don’t stress, Matty totally knows what we’re doing back here. He won’t let anyone come near us.”

Ross reached forward and yanked the neckline of my dress down, exposing my tits. He hovered over me, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I let him devour me, not worrying about the marks he would no doubt leave on me. He sucked on the skin around my nipple, marking me with dark red and purple splotches. He moved up to my neck, leaving matching marks in various locations on my throat.

Without wasting any more time, Ross pulled me up and turned my around, bending me over to stand with my ass up and my hands on the back of the sofa holding me up. He pulled my dress up further around my middle. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and whispered “I love you darling,” into my ear, making me whimper in anticipation. Ross pulled my underwear down and I stepped out of them, and I felt him line himself up with my slick entrance.

Ross pushed into me roughly, causing me to cry out and him to moan my name. He didn’t hesitate, fucking me in an animalistic manner like he had been told this was the last time he could ever touch me. His grip on my waist was tight, fingertips digging into my sides, making me whine.

“Fuck Ross, harder baby,” I moaned loudly.

“I’m close Ross, please fuck me harder.”He placed a firm smack on my ass and I whined again, before he began to slow his pace a little to stop me from cumming too quickly. His thrusts remained rough and hard, but slower now. I cried out, begging him to go faster, harder. I needed him to ruin me.

After fucking me slowly for a few minutes, Ross picked up the pace again and began fucking into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. His tip hit my g-spot every single time he thrusted into me. I could feel his skin slapping against mine, and the room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and heavy breathing, my whiney moans and the occasional firm slap landing on my ass.

I reached down to rub my clit, chasing my orgasm. The pressure in my stomach was building, and my cunt was clenching wildly around Ross’s cock. I could feel every ridge and vein on his dick, his tip hitting the spot I needed the most. My orgasm crept up on me, and suddenly I was screaming as I came on his cock.

“Fuck Ross! Fuck me harder!”

Without warning, Ross pulled out of me and released all over my ass and bare lower back, his warm cum beginning to drip down the back of my thigh. He dropped down and licked a stripe up my thigh, cleaning up his own mess before pulling me into his chest and spitting his cum onto my tongue. I swallowed, the salty taste of him making my heart rate increase. He kissed me hungrily, and when he pulled away his lust filled eyes still roamed my tits.

“Sorry about the marks, darling. I should have been gentler.”

“Are you kidding Ross? That was amazing. I want you to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

He smirked and grabbed a tissue from the nearby table to clean me up properly, before pulling my dress back down over my ass and up to cover my tits again. However, it definitely didn’t come up far enough to hide the hickeys on my neck or chest. Ross swiped under my thumb to get rid of some stray mascara that had come off when my eyes watered from the size of him stretching me out. He then dressed himself again, not without slipping my underwear into his jacket pocket and winking. As sweet as he was, everyone seemed to underestimate how dirty he could be behind closed doors. Seemingly back into loving boyfriend mode, he didn’t put his suit jacket back on, instead draping it over my shoulders and wrapping a big arm around me as we left the venue and walked down the street to the club the party was being held at. I looked up at him and smiled; my gorgeous, dirty, perfect boyfriend.

#ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald #ross the 1975 #the 1975 #the 1975 imagines #the 1975 smut #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader #smut #adam hann #matty healy #george daniel

[fastandtheformula1]

“aw. did i wear you out love?” W/George Russell, like reader and him fucked after a longggg time

George Russell- Subspace 

a/n: aftercare george >>>>  anyways hope you like it!

pairing : george russell x female!reader

Summary: george takes care of you after a long fucking session

Warnings: smut, cursing, stress, george being george

Word count: 523

not my gif!

~  

You needed a break. Work had been really stressful for the past few months, and your normal outlets weren’t working. Exercising wasn’t as much fun as you’d hoped and your other hobbies had started to become dull. You were getting frustrated to say the least. 

When you arrived home to your shirtless boyfriend after work, it was game over for you. You slammed your lips against his, moans and gasps shared between you two. You headed to the bedroom, him picking you up and throwing you on the bed. His hands slid up and down your body as his lips attached to your neck, leaving dark purple spots that you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the next morning. Clothes were torn off of each other as George propped your legs up on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, eating you out as you gripped his hair, feeling your stress and worry melt away from you. You came on his tongue, breathless and in need for more. George then repositioned you two so he had your back against his chest and his fingers inside you, your legs shaking as you writhed against them, practically fucking yourself on them. He coaxed a few orgasms out of you along with a few more hickeys. After feeling all fucked out, he rolled on top of you and hooked your legs on his hips. He fucked you so hard that you felt like you were barely conscious. 

It was exactly what you needed. 

You fell into a subspace, which was not uncommon after George would use you and make you feel good. Your body was buzzing and warm; your body felt like a furnace. He had left to get a warm towel to clean you up, and when he returned, you were quietly mumbling to yourself, a sign to him that you were in a subspace. 

“Aww, did I wear you out, love?” George said, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You simply nodded, his Britishness and lovingness seemingly more prominent as it was ten minutes ago. He spread your legs open to clean you, but you stopped him and closed your legs, leaving a confused look on his face. 

“George, please. I can’t-” Everything around ou was hazy, and you certainly couldn’t take anymore of what George was planning on doing to you. 

“Oh, baby, don’t worry. We’re done now, hmm?” He said, gently placing a kiss on your knee. “Just want to clean you up is all,” He says, his voice low and raspy. 

“Oh, ok,” The words seemed to come out on their own. 

You let him open you up again, your legs spazzing when he wiped too close to your pussy, causing a quiet moan to fall from your lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your stomach, quickly leaving you to discard the towel. He rejoins you in bed and slides in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You try to get any words out you can, but he knows you can’t after a session like this. 

“Shh, baby. ‘S’okay. Tell me tomorrow.”

#gr #georgerussell #formula 1 smut #f1 #formula one #formulaonesmut

[leonieweasley]

Dessert - Smut

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warning: 18+, Daddy kink, a bit of choking, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex

George was coming home today. He was away with his family and I wanted to stay home. I was sending him a few pictures of me just to tease him. Anyways I was making Dinner and waited for him. A few minutes later I heard the keys and it has to be George. I grabbed some plates and placed them on the table. As I wanted to grab some forks, I felt two hands on my waist. George pulled my back against his chest and kissed my cheek. I smiled and turned around.

"Hello Baby" He said.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you so much" I whispered in his ear.

"I missed you too, darling"

We pulled away and I grabbed his face and kissed him softly making us smile. After that I turned back around placed the food on the table. We ate and talked about what they did and what I did.

"Did you saw the pictures that I send you?" I quickly looked up at him to see his reaction.

"Oh I did"

"Did you like them?" I said whilst placed food in my mouth in a sexy way.

George licked his bottom lip, I bet he was thinking of them again. It was one with his favourite lace lingerie and a naked one. He put his fork away and stood up, walking to me. I look confused, wondered what he's gonna do. He pulled my chair away from the table and turned me to him. His fingers grabbed my chin making me look at him. His eyes were dark.

"Stand up" his low voice made me shiver. His dominat side came out and it was too sexy.

I obeyed him and stood up, still looking him in the eyes. I bit my lip and felt I'm getting wetter by every second I was looking at him, by every scenario I was thinking of.

"Baby you made me crazy with your pictures" His hand slid down to my throat.

"You have no idea what you did to me... it was so hard to concentrate whilst I was with my family" He squeezed my throat making me whine.

"Fuck..how I missed you.. I missed how you squirming under my touch, how you obey me. My good girl, Daddy missed you so so much.." He growled and my lips partened. I wanted to moan but nothing came out.

"I‘m still hungry baby. Do you think you have a dessert for me?" I nodded.

He pulled me in a kiss and immediately slid his tongue in my mouth making me moan this time. My hands went in his hair playing with him, pulling him closer. George leaned us a bit to pushed the things on the table away. He lifted me up and sat me on the table. He stood in between my legs and I could feel his harden dick pressing against my thigh. My hands slid down his chest to his hips, pulling him closer by his loops of hos trousers.

George was now kissing my neck probably leaving hickeys and bite marks. I was trying to opened his belt but he stopped me. He looked at me and shook his head.

"Its my turn first" I nodded and he laid me down.

I shifted a bit making myself comfortable. He hovered over me zipping down my dress. I slid out of it and he groaned as he saw his favorite lace lingerie.

"Oh baby.. the things you do to me.."

He pulled me close to him let me feel him against my throbbing cunt. He pressend more into me making me moan again.

"You feel that? This is what you do to me every day" He was rubbing himself against me.

It felt good but I needed more. I needed him inside me.

"Georgie please.." I whimpered.

"Who?"

"Daddy..please I need you in me"

"Baby I told you I was hungry I need my dessert first" He said and pulled my panties down.

George began to kiss my thighs very slowly, teasing me. After time he finally licked over my clit. I grabbed his hair and moaned. He was so good at it and I missed it so much. He licked my pussy and then sucked on my clit. He was sending me to heaven every time we had sex. He looked up at me as he pushed two fingers in me. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and moaned. My moans and whimpers turned him on more. His Fingers went faster and he was moaning too.

He was pulling away making me pout. He opened his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. I bit my lip as I saw him pleasing himself. I sat up and replaced his hand with mine. I spit on his tip and stroked him. He was panting so much already whilst he looked at me. I pulled him in a kiss and still stroking him. He moaned in my mouth as my thumb slid over his tip.

"Fuck" He moaned and then laid me down again.

He put my hand away and slid himself up and down my pussy, wetting himself.

"Please daddy"

He looked at me and pushed his tip in. We both moaned as he pushed his whole dick in me. He began slow at first but went faster as I adjusted him. He put my legs against my chest not hurting me but to make him go deeper. His thrusts were hard and deep. I could feel him hitting my spot every time. I diggged my nails in his arm making him groan. George hovered over me again and sucked on my breasts. He bit on one of my nipple and pulled away.

He pulled out of me again when I was close. George pulled me off the table, turned me around and bend me over it. He immediately pushed in again and grabbed my hair. This time he thrusted fast. He pulled me back against his chest and held me by my throat and waist.

"You feel so fucking good baby" he growled in my ear making me moan.

"Fuck please.. I'm so close"

"Me too. Cum for me. Go on"

His hand went down to my clit. Rubbing without any mercy but it felt good. I came over his dick and my legs shook violently. He came right after me and held me up making sure I wouldn't fall. As he pulled out, he liftet me up and brought me to the bathroom. George filled up the bath tub and we sat in. He gently massaged my thighs and then turned my head so he could kiss me.

"You okay my love? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No baby. It was absolutely perfect" he smiled.

"I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too George"

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george fluff PLEASE 🙏

Okay, okay, I hope this turned out how I wanted it to turn out but enjoy!!

George Daniel x female reader

Red Hearts

‘Alright, alright, you've got to sit very still for this part, okay?’ you instruct as a very sceptical George sits in front of a big mirror. 

He’s currently shirtless and wearing his old sweatpants that sit so low on his hips that you’ve had to consciously keep all the thoughts at bay. Right now you have a very important task at hand. 

‘And where did you get this idea again?’ he asks doubtfully.

‘Mm, Pinterest.’

‘Of course.’

You mix the dye with the brush and look at him in the mirror once again. When George agreed to let you do anything you wanted for a whole day, this was probably not what he had in mind. But now he can’t say no to your excitement. 

The only catch? He has to wear a blindfold while you use his hair as your canvas. 

‘I suppose I can always shave it off if I hate it,’ he mumbles more to himself but you’re quick to flick him with the brush.

‘George Daniel, you will do no such thing.’ 

‘Fine, fine,’ he surrenders with his hands raised and resigns himself to his fate. 

He wiggles a little in place when the cold dye first touches his hair but apart from that he sits still. His fingers drum some rhythm that he’s come up with as you get to work drawing little hearts on his hair. 

The first heart is a bit wonky, not exactly to your taste but you reckon with a bit of adjusting around, it would look good. It’s right at the back of his head so it’s not like he can see it. Still, as a silent apology, you press a little kiss to his neck. 

‘Mmm, that is a kiss of doom,’ he laughs. 

‘A kiss of doom?’

‘Yea that’s an apology kiss.’

How he figured that out is beyond you, but you are so glad he can’t see your face right now because you’re sure it’s turned just as red as the dye in your hands. 

‘I have a different apology kiss?’ you ask just to divert his attention from the fact that you may have fucked up. 

He swivels in his chair so that he’s facing you now but doesn’t make a move to take the blindfold off. 

‘You do,’ he confirms, ‘and you have an “I want something from you” kiss, and a kiss when you’re up to something, one for when you don’t feel like doing chores,’ he lists off one by one.

‘Oh, and how could I forget,’ he brings his arms around your waist and scoots a bit closer so that his torso is pressed up to your middle. ‘You have a horny kiss and an “I love you” kiss. Those are my favourites.’ 

He looks so adorable as he presses his chin to your stomach and looks up at you smiling that you can’t help but place tiny kisses on his face. One on his nose, the other on his cupid’s bow and finally the last one on his lips. 

It’s sweet and lingering but also just suggestive enough. It’s clear what his intentions are but you still have a task to finish. So when you straighten up he tilts his face up at you with a knowing smirk. 

‘And that was a horny kiss.’

‘It was not!’ you defend but his smirk only grows bigger. 

‘Whatever you say,’ he shrugs. 

Instead of responding, you lean over and start painting the second heart. This position is so much better, you realise. It gives you much more stable access to his head. 

Of course, he also realises that this is a much better position. For one, your boobs are now right in his face. 

‘Mm, these are nice,’ he laughs as he buries his face right between them. 

What a sight, you think. Shirtless George with his face buried right between your boobs while you paint little red hearts on his hair. 

Just as you’d predicted, the rest of the hearts turn out much better than the first one. They are equally spaced and more or less the same size. He whines in protest when you step back to survey your work but you quickly shut him up with another kiss. 

‘Alright, alright,’ you clap in excitement. ‘Do you wanna see?’

He nods and then goes to take the blindfold off while you wait with your fingers crossed. He faces the mirror again, surveys his hair from all angles and then smiles a big, goofy grin. 

‘Okay, these are adorable, actually!’

‘You like them?’ you ask with barely contained glee. He turns around only to pull you closer. 

‘Darling, I love them!’

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This is the reference btw, tell me he won't look adorable with this hair!

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