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↳ warnings: this is rated for 18+ only! minors, please do not interact. smut, unprotected pinv, fingering f!recieving, light choking, dom!joel, a mild enemies to lovers mixed with sunshine!reader and grumpy!joel miller. no use of y/n. let me know if i forgot anything.

↳ a /n: hey guys...heres a little one shot in a followers/blog milestone celebratory fashion (!!!!!!!). this sort of turned into a one shot from the scrapped ideas regarding my new series. its also helping me gear up for taking on the task of beginning to write a new dynamic (i am definitely putting off completing chaser because i have an emotional attachment to that story BUT itll be out sometime this week). i love you all so, so, so much. you have no idea. thank you for everything (can you tell i live for a flashback fic).

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“You’re—” he quirks his brow at your attempts, “you’re an asshole, Joel,” you finalize. He takes a step toward you. You take a step back. “You’re rude. And inconsiderate—” he smirks, it makes you more mad, “—and snarky and a jerk for no reason.” Your back hits the hallway’s wall. He takes another experimental step towards you. “Okay. Yeah, keep going,” Joel breathes out, encourages, like you're amusing. “What else am I?”

You can’t stand him.

You really can’t stand him. Hate is a strong word. Maybe not one you use often. But the disdain you feel for Joel Miller hinges to the breaking point each time you run into him.

What a fucking asshole — you finally willed yourself to believe after weeks of kindness. It was practically seeping from your skin but it seemed to brush off his worn leather winter coat onto the fresh powder. It died there, and so did your hopeless attempts.

“Hi,” you breathed out, that first fateful time. It was a surprisingly clear winter night. He had just moved in. The women were fawning over him, ogling, jaws dropping in the town square. You just observed and tried to keep your face neutral. As neutral as you can be.

But Joel stood in front of you and just grunted in response.

It made you try harder.

“I brought these — made these for you,” you said, extending a pack of sandwiches for him and the girl you happened to see by his side. You figured she was with him. You traded a hell of a lot to get the meat for the sandwiches. But kindness and new neighbors seemed to fare well. At least in your very limited experience.

“What is this?” he questioned. He didn’t take them from your hands. His fingers—big and rough and calloused, picked at the skin of its own. He didn’t take a step outside the threshold. You were suddenly unwelcome. You felt the weight of the sandwiches grow tiresome in your outstretched arm.

“Sandwiches. Thought I’d say hello since you’re new around here,” you smiled, sort of shaking the pack, here — fucking — just take them, jesus.

But he didn’t, and your arm grew tired, and so did your smile.

“‘M good, thanks,” he mumbled in response, and shut the door in your face.

And yes, of course he was handsome. He was — rugged — and you can see the wired muscles stretch the cotton of his shirt on patrol sometimes. In those especially unfortunate circumstances where Tommy has the nerve to pair you two up together.

Handsome, yes. With a hulking bounding step over snow, and menacing shadow when he towers over you. A southern drawl—something so pitch-deep and honey-like, something you’ve never heard before. Not until you met him. And you were nursing a stupid hopeless crush over a guy you hate, but not really. And that drove you insane.

Because he was fucking, rude, yes. Definitely.

But you lost it. That last time you saw him. Because what’s worse was he wasn’t even being Joel Miller, his usually brooding self. He was being — nice? Kind? Funny? Maybe. You weren’t sure. You couldn’t hear much over the piercing ringing in your ears.

“You like this route, Joel?” you said, peering over your shoulder at him on horseback.

You tried to keep it up, the kindness, the fucking — benefit of the doubt bullshit. You really did. He seemed keen on it sometimes more often than not.

“‘S fine,” he replied back in a rumpled, annoyed way.

“You gotta see my favorite part,” you say, almost to yourself, almost forgetting about his dark drawl, only thinking about the meadow half a mile from the checkpoint.

He just snorted at that. You just tried to keep a happy face on.

The songbirds twinkled around in the surrounding trees. The winter snow was receding, making the small dribble of water a full stream. You followed it, straying slightly from the beaten path, earning a couple protesting growls from Joel, but you ignored his pleas, and surprisingly, he just followed you.

You got off your horse. Joel followed suit. You trudged across a little bend of water. He let out a scoff sounding more like a complaint each time he let one echo in the silence of the forest.

“C’mon,” you said, smiling, that time, a real smile. Maybe this would make him smile too.

You reached the crest of the small hill, hiked up your sleeves over your elbows, and bent down to touch the soft petals of the flowers beneath you.

“Look,” you said, sending him a sideways glance behind you. He was still clamoring to the top of the hill.

“Yeah, alright,” he groveled. You ignored him.

Joel joined you at your side, his chest puffing slightly out of your skewed peripheral vision.

“‘S beautiful, isn’t it?” you said to no one in particular. He didn’t respond. You didn’t expect him to.

You bend down, picking a strewn orange flower blossom from the floor. Something broken off with the wind.

“This what you do all day? Pick flowers?” he mumbled.

“Maybe,” you grinned, maybe you were finally getting him to crack, too. “And what do you do all day?”

“Not this,” he said, shaking his head.

“Really?” you said, “Enlighten me. What does Joel Miller do everyday?”

“Joel Miller minds his business,” he replied, snarky, but he smirked.

It made you a little scared, you remember. Maybe you were under some sort of falsehood that made hating Joel Miller easy. So when he actually talks to you, teases, follows you through the meadow, it seems a little intimidating suddenly.

It’s different.

It’s fucking weird.

“Which one’s your — favorite,” he whispered, gesturing out to the field in a vague sort of motion with open palms.

“Lilies,” you replied, tense. You pointed down at a brighter purple lily plant to your right. Joel’s eyes followed your hand.

You wouldn’t dare look at him, but you could feel him moving beside you. He was in front of you suddenly, his indomitable presence made you turn your head and look up at him through the sunlight.

He lifted his hand, in line with your ear. Your head backed away from it instinctually, but you kept a keen gaze on his eyes.

Your brows knit together. So did his. Your mouth parted, almost speaking into the soft mountain air. But he moved his hand again, closer to your face. And you saw a flash of something orange. Like the little flower you picked up. He brushed those big calloused fingertips on your cheek, and slipped the orange flower between hair atop your ear.

You were so confused, you didn’t know what to say. But it was bad. He was risky. You tried not to think of the fact that maybe, if he wasn’t so fucking rude, and you didn’t hate him so much, maybe that small little schoolgirl crush would blossom into something bigger.

Because that’s all it was. A small, fucking stupid crush. He teases you. Pulls at your hair. Shoves you off the monkeybars. You put on a kind face anyways.

And you hate him for that. Decidedly.

“We should go,” you whispered. He dropped his hand. You both rode back in silence.

That put you in a horrible mood for the rest of the day. And when you went to sleep and woke up this morning still in a horrible mood, you know exactly why.

Joel Miller doesn’t get to do this. He can’t make you hate him and then pull the rug out from underneath you. Especially not with something as low as putting a fucking flower behind your ear.

You show up at the patrol meeting in an equally sour mood.

And maybe, yeah, you are being irrational. But at this moment you couldn't care less.

You find the assignment board for next week and see your name card slotted under Joels.

“Perfect,” you huff, already moving quickly out of the building, saving your usual chit chatting for another time. Maybe when you’re less pissed off.

“Hey,” a voice calls after you and you know. You could pick that voice out of a hundred recordings. It pulls you back, and you fight hard to keep moving forward. You’re close to your house already so you continue walking.

He calls your name this time.

You don’t falter in your huffing steps.

“Stop,” he says, grabbing at your arm, pulling you around towards him. When he sees your face, he hesitates. Though the air seems a little humid and sticky, you wrap your arms around yourself. A shield.

“What, Joel?”

“You—left,” he breathes out, looking down to your body slightly. It’s unnerving, him making you squirm.

“Yes. I’m leaving,” you roll your eyes, turning around again, but he locks hard onto your arm and pulls you back to him.

“What’s—” you shake out of his grip, “what’re you doin’?”

“I’m going home,” you say, and then under your breath, “Obviously.”

“What’d you say?” He's a bit defensive now, maybe falling back into old habits. Back when things were so perfectly hostile between you two.

“I’m going home, Joel,” you say, annoyed. “Is that okay with you?”

He doesn’t say anything. His mouth parts in confusion. You start walking again, this time, he lets you, falling in time with your steps next to you.

“Are you alright?” he says, almost worried now. Your footsteps fall faster as you see your mailbox sneak into view.

“I thought Joel Miller minded his business,” you grumble under your breath. But loud enough for him to hear. You know it. You reach your porch, stepping onto it. The morning dew springs to life from the vibrations of your rough boot.

“So you’re gonna throw a tantrum?” he growls, following you up, reaching the first step, you, on the top one.

“Real mature,” you say, turning around, hands on hips.

“Right,” he nods and looks down to his feet, “Ignoring people is mature?”

“‘M not!” you say, looking down at him, throwing your hands out at your sides, “You’re right here talking to me!”

“Yeah ‘n I had to chase you down the fuckin’ street,” he extends one arm towards the road.

“No one asked you to,” you bite, the venom sneaking past your lips.

He doesn’t even flinch.

“You wanna play that?” he mumbles. An empty threat at best. You hope.

“No,” you say. Tears are already in your eyes. “No, I don’t wanna — fucking — do this anymore, Joel,” you whisper while unlocking the door and walking inside. It doesn’t shut behind you, not all the way. And you hear his boots follow you in.

“The hell is your problem?” his voice echoes. He follows you in your house, to the skinny hallway which leads to your room.

You spin around, pushing at his chest with a pointed finger.

“You are my fucking problem,” you affirm.

You crane your neck to look up at him. His hair is pushed back, like he just got out of the shower before attending the patrol meeting. His chest puffs in time with your rapid heartbeat.

He doesn’t leave. He doesn’t say anything.

“You’re—” he quirks his brow at your attempts, “you’re an asshole, Joel,” you finalize.

He takes a step toward you. You take a step back.

“You’re rude. And inconsiderate—” he smirks, it makes you more mad, “—and snarky and a jerk for no reason.”

Your back hits the hallway’s wall. He takes another experimental step towards you.

“Okay. Yeah, keep going,” Joel breathes out, encourages, like you're amusing. “What else am I?”

“You’re —” your breath accidentally catches in your throat. He places his palm on the cold wall next to your head, leaning down closer to you. He’s fucking intoxicating. You’re drunk off his lowbrow and the curls that form at the base of his neck. What you wouldn't give to run your fingers through them right now—

“C’mon,” he chastises. His mouth is so close to yours, you keep switching between his eyes and his lips.

“You’re an asshole,” you mumble.

“Yeah?” you nod. “You already said that, baby.”

Baby.

“Don’t stop,” his lips get closer to yours, “What else?”

“You’re…” you look at his lips. He gets so close that his chest brushes up against yours. “You’re mean…and you’re arrogant.”

You find it in you to put your open palms gently on his chest. You don’t find it in you to push him back. It’s not like you want to push him back though, not when all you need is to bring him closer. His breath punches gently on top of your nose.

“Can I tell you what I think?” he grumbles, you shudder. He snakes his head down to whisper in your ear. His beard brushes the delicate skin on your neck.

“I think,” his lips brush over the spot right under your ear. You breathe so hard you might get light headed. “You’re a pain in my ass,” the hand on the wall catches on your waist. You squirm against his body.

“With your distractions, and your sandwiches, and your little flowers,” he’s so close, he’s almost kissing you. He slots his thigh between yours.

“Shut up,” you say, because that’s all you can say right now. The dark hallway encases him in the shadows. Even when he picks his head back up and looks into your eyes.

“Careful,” he warns.

You stay there, silence filling the air. Your shoulder blades dig into the wall there.

“You need to learn some manners,” he mumbles, shaking his head, looking down at your lips.

“I have manners,” you breathe, admittedly a little shaky, “just not for — fucking —”

“Not for what?” He smirks.

“Not for you,” you push against his chest again. He doesn’t flinch.

“Yeah?” something in his tone makes you fight harder, “You gonna be a bad girl?”

“Shut up,” you say, because you don��t trust yourself. You brace yourself against the wall in a desperate attempt not to whine. He’s making you slip. You silently chastise yourself. What happened to ‘Joel Miller doesn’t get to do this’?

You suppose all rational thought flies out the window when his roughed hands land on you.

“You can be a bad girl,” he said, pushing his fingers under your shirt. They’re surprisingly warm. You fight the urge to groan. Your eyes flicker down to your bodies touching and drag them back to his eyes. “I’ll teach you how to be a good girl, too.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, half under your breath. Joel’s eyes dance with yours, flickering from your lips to your left eye, to your right. Your nose, your eyebrows. Then back down to your parted mouth. You’re fighting a losing battle, you both are. You had no chance of winning it. Not even in the slightest, not at all. And you both know it.

So, fuck.

You kiss him. You learn forward, as much as the space between you will allow, and kiss him. He smells like pinewood, and fresh soap, and something smokey. He almost tastes sweet. His fingers splay across your waist. You feel the tips of them dig in there. You fight the urge to groan when you shift on top of his thigh slotted between your legs.

He hauls you into your bedroom, you sink down on the bed. He takes off his flannel. He’s slow, in his movements, almost like he’s teasing you.

Punishing you.

“Joel,” you say. You hate how you sound so whiny, so desperate. But after all, maybe you are desperate for him.

“Sit back,” is all he says, in that honeyed drawl.

You do.

Joel stands in front of your slightly open legs, playing with the hem of your shirt in his fingers.

Contemplating.

“You gonna be a good girl?” he mumbles, his eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t look at you, just raises your shirt up slightly.

And you know what? You don’t have an explanation for it. But you just say it—

“Yes,” while looking up at him. The salt and pepper on his patchy beard. His hardened brow and quirked lip. His fingers drift from the hem of your shirt up, up, up. Until his thumb grazes your nipple and you moan at the feeling.

“Open your mouth,” he murmurs, his thumb playing at your chin, your bottom lip. Your hands dig into the comforter at his words. Your bottom jaw slowly falls under the weight of his singular thumb.

He pushes in, tugging your mouth open. You suck his finger obediently.

“‘S good—baby,” he whispers so low under his breath you aren’t sure if you heard him correctly.

You look up at him through your lashes, he pushes you back with his hand in your mouth until you’re laying flat on the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he says, pulling back his hand. While he shucks off his shirt, you undress frantically.

You snap your legs shut when your panties are finally off. The cold air bites at your ankles.

He nudges them apart until he’s slotted in between your open thighs. Your cunt stares back at him, glistening.

He runs his hands along your frame, kneading at the skin on your thighs. His fingers, big and rough and calloused—but it feels fucking good.

“Fuck—” you puff out, reaching for him, “I—”

He puts his finger up to his lips. Quiet. He says.

You listen.

“Just let me—” he says, drifting off when his fingers brush over your cunt. “Jesus—baby,” he mumbles, running his thumb through your slick. You moan and whine against his hand.

“Joel,” you say again. Pleading.

“I know,” he is all he says before twisting his hand and slipping a thick finger into your cunt. You gasp, grabbing at his shoulders and at the cotton beneath you. His free hand comes up near your neck, resting there. Not really doing anything.

“You’re loud,” he points out, pumping out, adding a second because you’re so wet. You moan, gasp, whimper.

“’N you never fuckin’ listen.” he mumbles, looking at his fingers pumping out of you.

“I do—”

He shuts you up with a strong hand wrapping around your neck. Not enough pressure to really do anything, but enough pressure to cut your words short halfway garbled into an excuse.

“Is that what you needed?” he groans, straining against his boxers, rutting up against your thigh. “Needed someone to tell you what to do?”

You’re close. You moan. He thumbs at your clit. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck, whimpering into his ear. His hand finds yours, pinning it back to the gray cotton there.

“You needed me, baby?” he drawls.

Just when you’re about to come, he stops. Your eyes widen, he’s breathing heavily, his fingers are statues deep inside you.

“Joel—just, fucking—” you whine. He starts pulling his fingers out, receding away from you. “No—fuck, please, I—please,” you reach for him.

He looks at you. You whimper.

“I—fuck—I needed you,” you whisper. And you think to yourself that it’s true. “I need—you.”

His face goes soft.

“Okay,” Joel breathes, pulling out, but reaching down to take himself out of his boxers. Your legs part silently. “Fuck, angel. Okay.”

He guides himself through your folds, you squirm underneath him. He mumbles something into your ear but you can’t focus on anything besides he dull stretch when he pushes past your walls. He’s stretching you out already, just the tip. But the pain feels surprisingly good.

“God, Joel,” you whine. He goes slow. Excruciatingly slow.

“You—” he eases into you. He groans against your hair. “You’re — fuck.”

“Shit,” you curse out, he slips into you all the way, until his hips are flush with you. “Shit—you feel f-fucking good.”

He stays like that for a bit, letting you mold around him. He pants into your ear. You scratch designs into his back. Memorabilia for when he returns back to his house and gets a good look in the mirror. You grasp at the curls at the nape of his neck. They’re soft. Just like you thought they might’ve been.

He pulls out—almost all the way. And then thrusts back in. You both gasp into each other’s mouths.

“Goddamn — tight, fuck,” he says, finding a pace that elicites the most unintelligible moans from you and sets it. He’s rough—but not too rough. And he’s hitting that spot that inches you further to a pulling blinding light.

“Good, fucking girl—” he moans, he holds himself up above you with a strong hand next to your head. “You’re doin’ so—fuck—so good, pretty girl.”

Maybe it’s the pretty girl. Or his praise, or his cock punching deep inside you, so deep that you can feel him in your fucking stomach, but you get closer. Tighter around him. He can feel it too.

“Joel—gonna—ngh—” you whimper. He hikes your leg over his hip, hitting something deeper.

“C’mon, angel,” he groans, “lemme — ah — lemme f-feel you.”

He drags it out of you, your muscles pull taut and your vision pulls white and he keeps going through it all. You moan, whimper, maybe even yell. But he keeps up his relentless pace. You dig your fingers in his back, marking him with little crescents to go with all the rest of them.

“Fuck—fuck,” he pants, his hips stuttering while you clench around him.

He thrusts into you, one, two, three more times, your aftershocks sending towards his release.

He lets out a broken groan spilling into you, rocking his hips with each pulse of his cock. “Shit,” he says, gripping your waist, “You — jesus, fuck.”

Joel collapses down next to you. He cleans you up, too. You both drift off to sleep. He kisses your forehead in between a floating, dreamless slumber.

Somewhere between then and dinner he leaves, mumbling in your ear. You’re too tired to wake up and walk him to the door. And when you wake up, and make your way downstairs you spot it, sitting pretty on your front porch through the glass.

A little makeshift bouquet, with fraying string wrapped around two stems.

Lilies.

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Christmas in Spain (Carlos Sainz)

First term is over so you go back home to spend Christmas with your family

Note: english is not my first language. Dad!driver always gets me fluffy (and let's pretend it's Christmas season for a bit - it was a bit tricky considering it's sunny and warm outside 😅)

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"I hope you have fun holidays!", you waved to the kids as they got their backpacks and ran out the door, excited for the Christmas break.

Grades would be sent over e-mail and on the school platform and a parent-teacher meeting would happen in January, so for now all you had to do was tidy the classroom a bit so you wouldn't come back to a big mess.

"Do you need help?", one of the cleaning staff asked you as they pushed the cart along the corridor.

"No, I'm fine, thank you though! The classroom is not looking so bad - Mark thought it was funny to do the drawings I asked them to on the table, but I had him clean all of that out and I think we've finally won over that bug that was going around because the bin barely has any tissues!", you cheered like you had just won a championship.

"Just in time for them to go home and spend time with all the extended family and friends and catch some other bug, right?", the older lady joked and you laughed along.

"I tidied this the best I could so this one is hopefully quick for you to clean - thank you", you smiled as you grabbed your bags, making sure nothing important was left behind before leaving the room, "I hope your holidays are nice too, I'll see you in January!".

You got in the car and drove home, hoping to find a small chaos since Carlos said he would get everything ready for you to fly out to spend the holiday time with his family in Spain, volunteering to pick up the kids from school so he could get them ready to travel too.

"Mis amores, I'm home!", you gave them a quick shout before putting your things away in the office, having already packed them in separate bags so you could leave the backpack with the things you didn't need in the office and take only the things you needed already in the backpack you would fly with.

"Mama!", Clara was the first to greet you at the door, letting you pull her up so you could hug her, "I'm all dressed for the flight!", she smiled, twirling around in the tracksuit. Since the flight would arrive late, it would be best to have the kids dressed in comfortable clothes given that they would probably fall asleep and in the event that they would arrive at Carlos' parents already asleep, it wouldn't be too bad if they slept in them.

"I can see that, is papa getting the boys ready?", you kissed her cheek and walked up with her to the boys' bedroom.

Mateo was sitting in the play area, his fingers holding finger puppets while Carlos put Benjamín's sweater on, making you sit down with him.

"Why don't we show mama just how handsome you two look?", your husband said as he allowed him to go to the floor and join his brother in the cuddle you had him on.

"Mama! We're matching!", Benjamín said, leaving a splotchy kiss on your cheek and showing you the sweatshirt and sweatpants set all three kids had. When you spotted the Christmas themed Disney sets, you had to get them. While the boys had the dark blue version, Clara had the pine green one.

"You look really cute, guys! Are they comfy?", you wondered.

"Yes, feels nice, it's not itchy", Mateo offered and his siblings nodded before you pulled yourself up to your feet, Carlos helping you and landing you on his chest.

"Hello, beautiful", he greeted, kissing your lips after what felt like an eternity as he watched you and your kids. He would happily stare at the four of you forever, but a kiss was needed.

"Hey, amor", you spoke, "seems like you did just fine getting these three monkeys ready to go", you smiled.

"Don't be fooled by it - the boys were not happy they had to have a bath since they weren't going to bed yet, so there were some negotiations and some tantrums", Carlos chuckled.

"Mama, did you know we're flying tonight?", Clara asked, big brown eyes looking up at you as she pulled on your pants' leg.

"Yes, I did! We're going to see abuela and abuelo for Christmas!", you agreed, "which means I also have to go and put something comfortable on, pack what's left and then we can head out!", you clapped your hands.

Changing into an appropriate outfit, you put the last minute things in your luggage before heading down, Carlos already buckling the kids in their car seats while you fit the test of the carry-ons on the car boot.

Driving to the airport was a nice challenge since you wanted to keep the kids awake until you boarded the plane to make things easier and not change their sleep routine too much, meaning that you blasted every Bluey album you had, singing along loudly with the three children.

"Why can't I push the trolley?", Mateo asked as Carlos pushed the trolley with all the bags.

"Because it's to heavy for you, buddy - papa will do it and you hold my hands", you assured, stretching them out once your backpack was secured on, "Clara, stay close to papa, okay?", you warned.

It certainly wasn't the first time you were travelling all together - even though you didn't travel to races as much as you did when it was just you, the kids would often be in most of the European races and a few other ones outside of the continent too -, but your stress levels were still the usual.

"Relax, amor, I packed everything we needed, and if by chance something is missing, either my parents or my sisters will have it or we can go to the store and get it", Carlos tranquilized as you sat in the lounge, the kids happily eating some dry cereal from the bowl.

"I know, I think the school stress is still here somehow even though I've left everything ready and done with - I only have those reports to finish on monday", you sighed as your husband rubbed your shoulders.

"You don't have to worry, okay?", he assured, pulling you to rest on his chest until you got the flight call to board.

The flight itself was fine, the kids staying awake without making too much of a mess and entertaining themselves with their sticker books. As soon as you got to the car, though, everyone was out like a light before you left the airport parking zone.

"Welcome back!", Reyes was the first to greet you as Carlos' stopped the car

Putting his finger in front of lips so they wouldn't be too loud, Carlos spoke softly, "they fell asleep right away, if one of you could help us with them, please", he said as his father took Clara in his arms while you and your husband took each of the boys.

"I'll bring your luggage inside, dears", your moment in-law assured as you walked upstairs to the bedroom where the kids would sleep in.

Tucking the kids with some coos and shushes, you were able to come back to the kitchen and be met with some snacky bits Reyes prepared, "have something to eat and drink, I'm sure it will do you good", she smiled as you sat around the table, catching up for a bit before you retired to your respective bedrooms for the night.

"This year I decided I wanted to bake our own roscón", Reyes announced as she got the ingredients out of the cupboard, not missing the wide-eyed looks and scoff from her children and her husband, "why is it no one has faith in me to pull it off?", she reasoned.

"Mama - it's just, you've never done it", Ana reasoned as her siblings nodded.

"For you to be able to say you can do something, you have to do something you've never done before", the matriarch offered.

"I believe you can do it, abuela", Clara added, "mama always says that when we want to do something, we have to put our minds to it and work as much as we can for it!".

"See? At least someone thinks I can do it - you can be my sous-chef, cariño", she smiled at her granddaughter, "do you boys want to join us?".

"Abuelo said he has a new toy car that we can play with him and papa outside", Benjamín hugged her legs and Mateo followed and replied with "I know you'll do well, abuela".

"Off you go then - means I also get your mama all to myself because not only does she have a magic finger for baking - and I do need all the help I can get - and I won't have all of you stealing her from me", she giggled, tapping their noses and letting them go outside.

Reyes loved all her children the same, and her daughters were no exception to her love. When she found out her only son was enamoured by someone, she wanted to meet the young woman who had taken her boy's heart. Since then, you always felt included in their family activities and like you were her third daughter.

"How has school been?", she asked as you followed the recipe on the propped up iPad, measuring the ingredients and setting them apart.

"My little ones are finally able to do some independent work, they're confident enough to do it and that gives me more time to prepare different things to do with them - I've been really enjoying teaching this class", you smiled, helping Clara with the eggs to make sure no shells fell in the bowl.

"That's nice to hear - you know, Carlos used to worry a lot about you running yourself too much and overworking, especially now with three kids, so I can't hide the fact that I'm happy that it's becoming easier on you", Reyes stated.

"There are hard days - they will always be even if I work all day or no time at all -, but we've got a routine down with them, Carlos is spending as much time home as he can and so far, there hasn't so been much to worry about", you offered.

After kneading everyhting and waiting for the three hours the recipe recalled, you began decorating it.

"Abuela, does this one look good next to this one?", Clara wondered as she displayed the candied fruits on the dough.

"Yes, amor, it looks very delicious - we can only hope it will taste delicious as well!", Reyes kissed her cheek and mixed the sugar with water before sprinkling the mixture.

"Are we ready to start writing our letters?", Carlos Sr clapped his hands before joining the kids at the table, Mateo already holding the glue.

"Yes, we're ready, abuelo! Can you help me with my spelling, please?", Clara asked.

The boys were too young to write, so they chose to draw instead and your daughter still required some help.

"Tres Reyes Magos, my name is Clara Sainz, and this year I have been a good girl. I always did as I was told and I did really well in school too - Do you think that's good, abuelo?", your daughter wondered, wanting to know her grandfather's opinion on the start of her letter.

"That's good, cariño - now, you have to write to them what you'd like to get for a present", your father in-law praised, turning his attention back to the boys' letters, "have you two decided what you're going to ask for?".

"Yes! I want this game here", Mateo said as he showed his drawing.

"I really hope they'll bring me this book", Benjamín showed his best attempt of the cover his grandfather had seen you wrap the night before, smiling at the prospect.

"Let's hope they'll bring you those, then", the oldest Sainz in the room said.

"Are we going to watch the Cabalgata tomorrow?", Mateo asked, "I saw some photos from last year but I don't remember much from them", he admitted.

"Yes, if all goes well - we usually go every year, I don't see why we can't go and watch it again", Carlos Sr smiled.

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baby honey – al12

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Summary: The one where Arthur swears he’s not thinking about you, his best friend, all the time – just today, yesterday, and tomorrow night.

Pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: angst, unreciprocated feelings (that turn into reciprocated feelings), hurt, comfort, alcohol consumption, being drunk, idiots to lovers, denial is a river in egypt, charles and his big brain, miscommunication, mentions of drunk driving (don’t drink and drive!), jealousy jealousy, cying, google translate French!

Request: “after reading ur newest cl16 fic i want one where reader always liked charles but he gets a gf and she ends up with arthur (who’s her bff?? bffs to lovers 🤔) just a lot of hurt comfort” + “Hi! Can I please request ballerina!reader with either Charles or Arthur, you can choose to write it or do it as a smau, thank you!” + “can you please write something with Arthur + size/height difference?”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! it is time for the debut of arthur my beloved on this blog. i LOVED all of the requests for this one! i was originally going to name this fic after another taylor song (wink, wink), but then i was listening to baby honey by harry styles and something just clicked, so i hope you guys also agree with me. if anyone is wondering, this is an unreleased song from his first self-titled album. i know the request was a bit different, with reader having feelings for charles first, but i think changing it a little bit and having miscommunication made it a bit deeper. so thank you, anons, for these requests, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Arthur has a problem when it comes to you – and that is not being able to say the word ‘no’. This has put him in some very interesting positions in the past, but whatever happens, it just seems that Arthur is not able to mutter out the word ‘no’ when you ask him of something. It’s always been that way, he supposes. He was never able to deny you when you looked at him with the look in your eyes, and he still can’t to this day. When you call him to ask if he wants to come to a party with you? He’s out the door before you tell him the location. When you suddenly have the urge to watch Barbie movies from your childhood? He brings the popcorn and even sings along to some of the songs he knows the words to. You were there for every one of his races before he got the opportunity to travel around the world to drive on the same tracks his brother and even the legends in the sports did. He came to every one of your ballet recitals until you graduated, and he was kind enough to buy you a bouquet of your favourite flowers each time. Although this might be the situation, the relationship you and Arthur have are based on equal grounds – meaning that you love and adore him just as he does you. It’s one of relationships you value the most in your life, the two of you having each other’s back since a very young age, and it is a relationship that you don’t ever want to lose. So, when the time came for both of you to move out of your parents’ houses, it came as no surprise for anyone that you two decided to move in together. Arthur wanted to spend his free time, when he wasn’t racing, with you as much as possible, and you were just happy to be with your best friend.

Though he’s always been protective over you and it is nothing new, Arthur can’t help but worry every time you go out on a date with a new guy. In reality, he knows you and Patrick have been going out for a while. You’ve told him about Patrick a few times when you called him when he was away for races, and he’s met the guy, but there’s a feeling he just can’t seem to shake off.

“Are you sure you want to go on this date?” Arthur asks behind the door to your bedroom.

You groan when the earring you’re trying to get stuck in your hair. “For the millionth time, Arthur, I’m sure.” You check yourself in the mirror for the last time before grabbing your handbag and opening you door to come face to face with a worried face. “Why are you so stressed over this?” You ask him, rummaging through the handbag in your hand to find your lipstick.

“I’m not stressed, poupette.” doll. Arthur scoffs, watching you with a stern look on your face. “I’m just making sure you’re feeling up to going out tonight.”

“I’m feeling fine, ma moitié, my other half, you have nothing to worry about.” You assure him with a sweet smile on your face while playfully patting his chest. “Stop acting like this, you look like your mother.”

“Fine, then, you look like my mother.” You shrug as Arthur rolls his eyes. Loud cackles coming from the living room suddenly grabs both of your attention, making you smile even wider. “Lorenzo, Charles, hi!”

The two brothers sitting in your living room gives you bright smiles and Hellos. Charles gives you a glance, eyebrows raised as he asks, “Aren’t you going to be cold without a jacket?”

“You’re not taking a jacket?” A voice exclaims from behind, making you roll your eyes as you point towards Arthur with the tilt of your head.

“You happy?” You ask while raising your eyebrows. “A jacket doesn’t go with my dress.” You explain, expectantly looking at the older driver as you open your arms and pointing to the dress.

“Uh, sure, Y/N.” Charles nods in thought.

Lorenzo hits the back of his brother’s head lightly, shaking his head towards him as he speaks to you. “I think you look lovely, have a good night.”

“Thank you, Enzo!” You beam, walking towards the front door as you yell. “Arthur I’m leaving, don’t wait up!” At the mention of his name, Arthur comes running towards the front door, reminding you that you can call him at any point during the night if you feel uncomfortable, which in return you assure him you’ll be fine and leave after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He sighs deeply as he watches you leave the apartment, and only realises both of his brothers watching him with funny expressions after he closes the door and turns back with the jacket still in his hands. “What?”

“So,” Charles begins when all three of them are sitting on the couch in your living room, getting ready to play a round of FIFA. “How long have you been crushing on Y/N, again?”

Arthur groans, his face contorting up in a grimace. “Not this again, Charles.”

“No, he has a point.” Lorenzo mumbles, siding with his brother. “You’ve had a crush on her since you were seven, Arthur.”

“Exactly!” Charles exclaims, pointing to Arthur excitedly. “Why haven’t you done something about it yet?”

“Because she is my best friend, you idiots.” Arthur shakes his head, choosing to focus on the game which just started on the screen instead of insistent look Charles and Lorenzo give him. “And, stop saying I have a crush on her.”

Charles lets out a disapproving sound as he, too, turns towards the game. “Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“We look each other normally.”

“You look like you want to make love to her every time you look at her.” Charles shrugs, making both his older and younger brother turn to him with disgusted looks on their faces.

“Charles!” Arthur complains. “No!”

“Please don’t ever use the words 'make love' in the same sentence as Arthur and Y/N.” Lorenzo begs, grabbing the bridge of his nose.

“Fine.” Charles shrugs, as he takes the opportunity to shoot his first goal. “But you can’t deny the fact that your overprotectiveness over Y/N doesn’t stem from your feelings for her. You’ve always been that way and it’s impossible for you to not feel something more for her.”

Arthur frowns, not because he is losing by the third minute of the game, but because of Charles’ words. “We’ve been friends since we were babies, Charles, of course I’m protective over her.”

“Which is understandable.” Lorenzo tries to reconciliate.

Charles lets out another disapproving mumble. “So you’d be okay with me asking her out?”

“Excuse-moi?” Excuse me? Arthur looks at his brother, appalled. “You’re going to do what?”

“Ask her out, Arthur. Would you be okay if I asked her out?” Charles repeats himself in a nonchalant manner, scoring another goal.

“Of course not!” Arthur cries out. “Why would you ask her out anyway? She’s seeing Patrick.”

Charles shrugs noncommittally. “She might break things off with him. You know, I always had a feeling she had a crush on me.”

“Charles.” Lorenzo scolds his younger brother.

However, Arthur is busy going through every single interaction you’ve had with Charles over the years; trying to find some actuality to his brother’s words. He pauses the game to turn towards his brothers, his eyes angry as he looks at Charles with a locked jaw. “No, you cannot ask out my best friend, you porc!” pig.

“Why?” He asks, with a fake innocent look on his face.

“Because, firstly, she is not a pawn you can use to prove something to me in some messed up game. And, two, she is mybest friend, my roommate and my–” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he knows how he would end the sentence if he would – which makes him think for a moment that his brothers just might be right.

“Okay, then.” Charles concedes, unpausing the game and taking advantage of the confused state Arthur is in to score, yet, another goal.

Though the game is going on, Arthur can’t seem to focus on it because he is too busy thinking about you, and whether he’s been in love with you his entire life.

It’s a couple weeks later when Arthur walks through the doors of the ballet studio you work at. He noticed over the few weeks that you’ve been down ever since you’ve stopped seeing Patrick, so he wanted to surprise you. He greets the old receptionist who works out in the front, giving her one of the tulips he got for you on his way there. When he gets in front of the classroom you usually teach in, he watches you with the kids as a soft smile find its way onto his face. He watches as you fix the techniques of some of the girls who are struggling, but instead of appearing upset, they are smiling as they try their best to fix their postures. When you move towards the old stereo on the corner of the room, he knows that the class is about to end – because something you do at the end of every class is letting the student dance freely to the music on the radio without giving them instructions. He watches as one of the smaller boys in the class shyly approach you, motioning you to bend to his height with his hand and then whisper something in your ear. You talk for a while, and he watches as the boy leaves with a smile on his face, which wasn’t there before, after giving you a hug and a small bouquet of flowers. Arthur waits until the class is over and all the kids have left the small studio to walk in.

“I was wondering if you offered any private lessons?” He asks with a boyish smile on his face.

You turn towards him, fast, when you hear your voice. Laughing as you cross the room and throw yourself into his waiting arms. “You couldn’t dance even if Marianela Núñez gave you dance classes herself, Turo.”

“Well I don’t need classes from her,” Arthur rolls his eyes. “All I need is you.”

You purse your lips, trying not to smile too widely, at the hidden meaning behind his words – the one which you somehow convince yourself that you’re imagining ever being there. Lightly leaning your head against Arthur’s chest, you begin talking. “You’re awfully sweet today, did you know that?”

He presses a light kiss onto the crown of you head, mumbling in thought. “Well, I missed you because I was alone at home all day. So I thought I’d come surprise you.” Pulling away slowly, he gives you the bouquet of tulips he is holding. “Speaking of which.”

“They look like the ones you used to get me after my recitals!” You squeal, taking the bouquet from his hand and inspecting it closely. “I love them, Arthur, thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked them, poupette.” He smiles. “Although, it seems that I have some competition today.”

You smile and shrug at the mention of the other bouquet sitting next to your bag. “Oh, that’s Leon. Some of the older kids at school’s been bothering him because he’s taking ballet classes.”

“You made him smile,” Arthur recalls, one of his hands cupping your cheek, which makes you look up to him. “Probably made his day, too.”

“I hope so.” You tell him, honestly. “He seem to like the classes; I would hate to see him leave just because of bullies at school.”

“You are a very good teacher, you know that?” Arthur murmurs, watching as a rosy colour takes over your cheeks.

“Stop it.” You huff, trying to push him off of you in a faux attempt. “Did you come here to make me blush, ma moitié?”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I thought we could go on a walk? At the marina, before it gets dark.”

You pretend to think for a moment, but smile, nonetheless. “Can we also get burgers?”

Arthur tries to profess his feelings for you when the two of you go on your ‘date’, he really does. When he sits down and thinks about it, rationally, he can convince himself that you have feelings for him, just the way he does for you. He can see it in the way you glance up at him every time he makes a joke, or the way you lean into his touch every time he touches you, which is a lot. He thinks he sees something every time you end up too close to each other; even convinces himself that perhaps you are expecting a kiss with the way your eyes slide to his lips a couple of times. But every time he tries to force himself to kiss you or tell you how he feels, an apprehensive doubt takes over his entire brain, somehow convincing himself otherwise, that doing so would only end up in you two getting completely messing up your friendship.

There’s also a part of his brain which consistently reminds him that it is Charles you have feelings for and not him. He doesn’t have a reason why he came to this conclusion; you’ve never explicitly told him about having feelings for his older brother, but there’s a part of him that still clings to Charles’ words – even though he didn’t actually mean anything by them. So as any person his age, who is going through what he’s going through, he takes a step back to observe. It all starts when the two of you go out for grocery shopping. It’s not a common occurrence that Arthur accompanies you, mainly because he is on the road most of the time, but he tags along because “He doesn’t want you to carry the bags on your own.” The two of you are busy fighting over cereal when you run into Charles, who provides a solution by offering that you buy both of the boxes. While you tell him it is probably the only way you and Arthur are going to agree on the fact, he is too busy picking apart every part of the interaction to see whether there could be any possibility of you having any feelings for his brother. The worst of them come a few weeks later, when Arthur and Charles come back from a race. All four of you, including Lorenzo, are seated at your dining table, enjoying takeover pizza when Charles announces that he started to see a girl. You all congratulate him, but after the conversation dies down, Arthur notices a familiar look of longing in your eyes. And that’s when he realises that you have feelings for Charles, and not him, and he absolutely needs to get over his feelings for you before it blows up in his face.

A couple of weeks later, one of his friends from racing invite you to a party. Arthur follows you, of course, because he doesn’t want you to go alone. He know it’s a terrible idea, though, once he sees you in the dress you chose for the party. It’s feels as if it’s impossible for him to keep his eyes (or his hands) off of you. He manages to let out a strangled answer when you ask him if you look okay, “You look good, Y/N.” The smile you give him return is so sweet, that he suddenly remembers that he should schedule an appointment with his dentist when he has the time. Though he doesn’t manage to convince you to take a jacket with you, he picks up his own as a precaution. The party is in full swing by the time the two of you arrive, which you light-heartedly scold him because the two of you are late. He considers apologising at first, but when he sees the smile on your lips, he just lets you drag him towards the bar without any objections.

“What do you want to drink?” You ask him, leaning over the bar to take a look at the limited menu. You know he wouldn’t want to drink if he was driving the two of you back home, but since you took an Uber to the night club, Arthur decides to drink as well.

“I’ll have tequila.” He answers after looking at the menu thinking about it for a second, and then turns to you. “You want to do shots?”

“Yes, please.” You nod, giving him your ‘prettiest’ smile. “Five?”

“Three.” He shakes his head and gives you a stern look. “And no mixing alcohols, either.”

You pout as you watch him order your drinks, your arms crossed over your chest pushing your breasts together. “You’re no fun.”

Arthur’s eyes fall down to your chest for a moment but he promptly fixes his gaze up to yours, as he places his hand on your hip to draw you close to him. He leans down towards you to whisper in your ear, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

You purse your lips, choosing to play with the buttons on his shirt as a distraction. “We haven’t gone out to party in a while, sue me for wanting to have fun.”

“We will have fun.” Arthur contends as his thumb starts drawing circles on your hipbone. “Just not by doing something which will cause you to wake up hungover tomorrow.”

You give him a sarcastic smile. “Hm, mon chevalier en armure brillante.” my knight in shining armour. You turn to the bartender who brings over your drinks. “Thank you.”

Arthur eyes the bartender up and down, his look over quickly morphing into a side-eye once he realises where his eyes are looking at. He somehow pulls you closer to himself, caging you between himself and the bar, and lifts your chin up with two of his fingers to gaze into your eyes. “Be good, baby,” He tests. “Honey.” He warns.

“I am always good.” You counter, eyebrows furrowing in confusion because of his sudden possessive streak. “Are you okay?”

He waits until the bartender is tending to other customers to answer your question, his voice is in a lower octave but still somehow audible to you over the loud music in the club. “He was looking at your chest, poupette.”

“My boobs look great in this dress.” You reply while shrugging, the aloof look in your face making Arthur frown. “You didn’t need to act like a caveman, you know. The poor guy was probably scared.”

“Well, it’s too late now.” He replies, aloof, and downs one of his shots. “Are we doing this or not?”

It’s a bad idea, after all, tequila shots. Because after you’re done with the first three, you somehow convince Arthur that you need more, which means the both of you end up drinking six shots in the span of half-an hour. The bright side of this situation is that you convince Arthur to dance with you on the dancefloor, which he wouldn’t have done if he was sober. At some point throughout the night the two of you end up getting separated, which has you going around the night club looking for Arthur. You decide to ask some of his friends he introduced to you earlier, who tell you that he’s probably out taking some fresh air. He’s by himself outside of the club, leaning against a wall when you find him.

“What are you doing here all alone?” You ask him, tilting your head sideways to take a good look at him.

“It’s quieter out here,” Arthur shrugs, opening his arms and motioning you to come closer. “You’re going to freeze.”

You find yourself in his arms in record time, not that you could say no to his hugs anyway, his sway making you frown. “Are you okay, Turo?”

He smiles lazily at the nickname as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I’m drunk, ne devrait probablement pas conduire.” probably shouldn't drive.

“It’s okay, I’ll order an Uber.” He keeps his arms around you as you busy yourself with your phone, entering the address of your apartment.

Just like at the bar or when you were waiting for the Uber to arrive, Arthur doesn’t let you go completely when you’re in the backseat of the car. He makes you wear his jacket before you get into the car, though the oversized clothing doesn’t stop him from managing to make contact with your skin. He has a hand on your thigh, which is exposed because your dress keeps riding up. You make sure to keep an arm around him when you stumble through the door to your apartment.

You tell him to wait for you in his room and that you’ll be right over after you take your heels; however, he responds by throwing you over his shoulder as he walks through the corridor which leads up to his room. “Arthur, you’re drunk, put me down!”

“This doesn’t count as drunk driving.” He provides as an excuse, only putting you down when he enters his room – thankfully without any accidents.

You sit on his bed to take of your heels just as he jumps onto it, making it teeter because of his movements and makes you laugh at him. Shrugging off the jacket he gave you, you walk towards his closet to hand up the garment before the two of you forget about it. Arthur watches you move around his room with dazed eyes, trying very hard not to laugh when he sees you struggling with the hangers and cursing under your breath. His eyes move down your body when you kneel to get to the last drawer to get out a pair of sweatpants for him, which makes him silently groan at the sight. You walk towards him when you get out the sweats and a shirt for him to change into, poking his stomach to make him sit up straight. “Take off your shirt.”

“Are you trying to get me naked?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “At least take me out to dinner first.”

“I cook you dinner all the time, Arthur.” You drawl, holding out the clothes for him to take.

He takes them while mumbling, “And I try my best to eat and enjoy all your attempts.”

“Casse toi, go away, asshole.” You snap, starting to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

You scoff, calling out back at him over your shoulder. “To get you water and Advil, you better be changed by the time I’m back or I’m putting you under the cold shower.”

He is, thankfully, changed by the time you get back with a glass of water and the painkillers you promised, You place them onto his nightstand, and face him. “Off to bed, you go.”

“Stay here tonight?” He asks you, but his voice is devoid of his previous playfulness.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, chéri.” You press a kiss against his cheek and then, feeling bold, you press another kiss to the beauty mark right above the corner of his lips. “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

Sleep doesn’t come easy that night, no matter how hard he tries to fall asleep. He keeps trying to convince himself to go to sleep, telling himself that the quicker he does, the quicker he’ll see you in the morning, but he is unable to do so. At some point in the night, he finds himself slipping through your door. He ends up slipping under your covers too, and pulls you against his chest, causing you to stir in your sleep as you cuddle his side.

“Go back to sleep, honey.” He whispers as he closes his eyes, and he finally drifts off to sleep when he finally has you in his arms.

You’re sleeping on top of him when he wakes up the next morning with his face buried in your hair. Your closed eyes and even breathing indicates that you’re still asleep, which causes Arthur to do his best to stay still not to wake you up. He soaks up every moment of it until your eyes flutter open and you let out a low whine, asking, “Why are you in my bed? How’d you get here?”

“I sneaked in.” He replies, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Good morning, baby.”

“I’m loving the new nicknames; baby, honey?” You mumble, nuzzling your nose against his jaw. “Why’d you sneak in?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He confesses with a strained look on his face, and then he announces. “You’re not my girlfriend.”

You pick up your head so quickly, you think you’re going to break your neck. “I’m aware of that fact, Arthur.” You manage to get out in a clipped voice.

“And I should probably be thinking about protecting our friendship first, but I have to say this even though you have feelings for my brother.”

“Your brother?” You look at him with your mouth agape. “You think I have feelings for your brother? Lorenzo? He’s like my brother!”

He’s taken aback by your question. “No- not Lorenzo! Do you have a crush on Lorenzo?”

“No! You idiot, why would I have feelings for Lorenzo?” You ask him as you scramble to get off of him, letting yourself fall to the bed and pick up your pillow to hit Arthur over the head with. “I don’t have feelings for either of your brothers, other than being friends, you disgusting pig!”

“You don’t have feelings for Charles?” He asks you tentatively which earns him another hit on the head with the pillow. “Okay, would you please stop that?”

“No, I don’t have feelings for Charles, either! Oh my god, Arthur, what is wrong with you?�� The look you give him reflect how much you’re hurt, your fingers occupy themselves with the edge of the pillowcase as you ask, “Do you honestly think I’d be in bed with you like that if I had feelings for your brother?”

He’s careful as he asks, “…No?” He lets out a frustrated groan as he pushes himself to get to a standing position. “I don’t know what to think, anymore. I like you so much that somehow you’ve taken over my entire brain!”

“You… like me?” You ask him, breath hitching in your throat.

“No.” Comes his reply.

“So, you don’t like me?”

His hands grasp the roots of his hair. “No, I adore you, I am utterly infatuated by you, I am so besotted by you that every moment of my waking days are filled with the thoughts of you, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I even think about you when I’m on the track–”

“Arthur, breathe.” You warn him, your hands quickly going over his to try and get them off.

“You really don’t have feelings for Charles?” He asks in a small voice. You answer him by shaking your head, which prompts him to ask, “Then why were you sad when he announced he was seeing someone?”

“He told me you’d confess your feelings to me before he ever found someone to date for himself.” You shrug, the corners of your mouth dipping as if you’re trying to keep tears at bay. “I guess I somehow made myself believe you would.”

“Baby–” He stops himself. “Honey, please don’t cry.” He reaches over you to wipe away some of the stray tears that have escaped your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am stupid.”

“Very much so, yes.” You agree with him as you lean against his touch. “Though, I’m surprised you didn’t notice me flirting with you over the past year.”

“You’ve been flirting me for a year?” He asks you, baffled.

You fix him with an unamused look. “Do you think I go around talking about my boobs with everyone?”

“You better not be.” He scoffs as he draws you closer to him.

“I just might do so if you don’t do something about it.” You egg him on without changing the expression on your face.

You squeal as Arthur picks you up and gently throws you down on the bed, quickly changing his position to hover over you as he presses kisses all over your face. “Mine,” He announces. “Mine, my girl.”

“I like the sound of that,” You breathe out. “But I liked the others more.”

“Which ones?” He asks while letting his finger trace over the outline of your lips.

“Baby, honey, I don’t even know what you were trying to say.” You giggle.

“Mine.” He whispers. “I was trying to say that you’re mine.”

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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One and Done?

Summary: Anon request - “Hello I have a oneshot request/idea can you do an enemies to lovers where y/n is just as popular as Harry and he can't stand it but he secretly loves her and make it as smutty as you possibly can?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angst, asshole!harry, masterbation using vibrator, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, creampie, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

DUNKIRK HARRY

"You can't just not show up to the press conference, Harry." I overhear my manager tell Harry. Well, our manager.

"Why not?" Harry argues, "You'll have y/n there. She can cover all the questions."

I roll my eyes and smirk, Harry cannot stand that I'm just as big as he is. It gets under his skin that his fans love me just as much as him, and I live for that.

"You're the other star of the movie, Harry. You can't just bail on the press for it. We need you to talk about it."

I take a deep breathe and walk around the corner, "Hey, mick, I was looking- oh sorry did I interrupt something?" I glance at Harry and poorly hide my smirk on purpose.

"Yeah, kinda." Harry says with an annoyed tone.

"No, y/n. What's up?" Mick says with a sigh.

"I was wondering what the dress code for tomorrow is." I cross my arms and put my weight on my left leg, popping my hip out, "Is it dress up? Casual?"

"Yeah, we have a dress for you. They're bringing it tomorrow morning." Mick's phone rings, "If you'll excuse me.." he picks up the phone and leaves the room.

I look at Harry, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Did I say anything?"

I shrug, "You're staring at me like you want to."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Staring? Never." He walks over and grabs a bottle of water, "You wish I would stare at you."

I pretend to gag, "Barf."

He tilts his head, "No, I was actually thinking about what horrid dress they're going to make you wear tomorrow."

I roll my eyes, "Please. I could wear a stained table cloth and still look better than you." I turn to walk out and Harry says my name.

I turn and look at him, "What."

He walks over to me and looks down. A smirk slowly grows on his lips, "Good luck tomorrow. You're going to need it."

He brushes his chest against mine and walks out.

——

I lay in bed alone. Tossing and turning, kind of anxious for tomorrow's press conference.

I roll onto my back and let out a sigh as I drop my hands beside me onto the bed. I bite my lip and flip the covers off of my body.

I get up and walk over to my suitcase, digging though to pull out my compact vibrator. I smile and prance back to bed. I pull the covers back over and bite my lip as I click the button to turn it on.

I go through the options until I'm on the highest setting. I place the vibrator on my clit and arch my back, letting out a gasp.

I spread my legs wider and try to picture something to help me get to the release I'm so desperately craving.

Harry.

I pull the vibrator away from my body and sit up, "No." I say to myself, "No. No. No."

I toss the vibrator on the bed and lay back down. I chew on the inside of my lip and sigh, he'll never know.

I lean up and snatch the still buzzing object off the bed and place it between my legs again.

Harry circles my brain. In my mind, I make the sex scene we filmed real, and with a few added details.

His cock plunging deep into my pussy. His hands tangled into my hair. His voice, deep and raspy as he tells me how much of a good girl I'm being for him.

I moan Harry's name loudly which catches me off guard and I slam my hand over my mouth.

I arch my back off the bed and squeeze my thighs together as I cum to the image of Harry absolutely railing me into the mattress.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I slowly pull the vibrator away and click it off. I lay it next to me on the bed and slowly take my hand away from my mouth.

Harry's room is right next to mine and I hope to God he didn't hear me.

——

"Good morning." Gwen, who does the makeup, greets as I sit down in her chair, "Oh honey. Did you not sleep last night? You look exhausted."

Harry walks in and sits down next to me, "Yeah, y/n, you look like you were up all hours of the night." He smirks and sips his coffee.

Oh god, he heard me. He fucking heard me.

"Harry. Stop it. You look tired too." Gwen snaps pointing a makeup brush at him.

I smirk slightly, "Yeah, Harry. You look like you were up all hours of the night." I mock him in a fake British accent. He rolls his eyes and starts to get his hair done.

"I'll fix you up nice and pretty, don't you worry." Gwen winks at me in the mirror and I smile, "Thanks."

——

"Okay people. It's almost red carpet time!" Don the direction yells while clapping his hands.

"You two better play nice today or I swear to God.." Mick says through gritted teeth.

"Not me you have to worry about." Harry throws me under the bus.

"Mhm." Mick rolls his eyes, "Just- both of you please .. this is important."

"You got it." I give him a thumbs up and give Harry an eye roll. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask turning towards him, "If you have something to say, say it."

He leans in close to me and whispers, "I heard you."

I freeze and stare at him in shock, unable to process that he fucking heard me touching myself to him.

Him of all people.

"Y/N." I blink and look over at Mick, "Y/N. Go. It's your turn."

I suddenly come back to the embarrassing reality and turn away from Harry. I take a deep breathe and smooth my dress out, walking with shaky legs down the carpet.

I smile, turn, and pose for the photographers, moving down the line. The fans scream for me, just as much as they do for Harry and I glance down at him. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile.

Even though he might know what I did, I still get under his skin and his huge narcissistic ego is bruised.

I walk up to the fans to sign a few things and say hello and they go wild.

"Hello. Hi. Hello. Thank you for coming." I say with a huge smile, "Thank you."

"Y/N. You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" I smile and pose for a selfie with a few fans, "I gotta go! Thank you! Thank you!" I blow kisses as I walk to the last group of photographers.

"Can we see the dress?"

"Do a little spin for us, yeah?"

I spin around slowly, allowing them to see just how good this dress shows off the curves of my body.

"Can we get the stars of the movie together please?"

My heart sinks to my ass and I swear fell out.

"Of course you can!" Harry says with a chuckle as he walks up to me, "Hello." He says with a smirk, "Nice to finally hear- er, I mean see you again."

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I swallow, "Fuck off." I mumble through a smile.

"Sounds like you already beat me to it. Last night at least." He pulls me closer to him and looks up at the cameras.

I fight to hold my smile. It feels like forever until they're finally done with us.

"Thank you!" I smile and walk away from Harry. I walk into the hallway to meet the other cast members who are joining us today.

I lean against the wall and take a deep breathe. I look over as Harry walks in and I scoff and turn away. He walks up and leans his shoulder against the wall behind me, "You know.." he pauses.

I shake my head and pull my arm away as he touches the back of my arm, "Y/N." I can sense that he stepped closer, "If you would have asked.." he leans down, his lips are almost touching my ear, "I could have helped you."

I whip around and lay a hand on his chest, "You don't know what you're talking about." I yell in a quiet tone, "So just shut your fucking mouth and let me the hell alone."

He chuckles, "I get it. I'd fantasize about me, too. I promise you're not the only one."

"You're so disgusting." I roll my eyes and turn back around, "Fucking men." I grumble to myself.

"You're not easy to like yourself, sweetheart. So maybe before you judge anyone else, you work on fixing yourself." He huffs.

"I don't need.." I turn around, "I don't need to work on anything other than hating you more."

"Mhm." He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "I'm sure you hate me so much." He fake moans the last two words.

"Hmm. I don't need to hate you more because you've just maxed out the scale of hate." I roll my eyes and walk forward, getting ready to walk in.

"Go, y/n." Mick says motioning for me to walk in.

I put on a smile and walk in, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses as they cheer for me. I walk up on stage and take my seat, smiling and thanking them.

Harry walks in and it's the same level of excitement as it is for me. I purse my lips together and look down, brushing my lashes with my finger to hide my smirk.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you." He takes his seat, of course, right next to me.

——

This is has been a piece of cake. The questions were easy. The answers were easy. We were in the home stretch- until that one interview had to ask that one goddamn question.

"What we're the feelings going on during the big sex scene that you and Harry had to do?"

I stare at her for a few seconds before I speak, "Um, well. I feel like you need to have a certain level of trust when doing something like that, you know?" I start, "I can definitely say that there was a lot of that. We had an amazing coach there with us to help us achieve the level of realness, I guess you could say?"

I glance over at Harry and smile at him, "I couldn't have asked for a better partner to do that scene with."

I look back out to the crowds and Mick gives me two thumbs up.

"And Harry?" The interviewer asks, "How do you feel about it?"

Harry takes a deep breathe and thinks for a moment, "I have to agree with y/n on that actually. You also have to fully be okay with being that.. naked with a couple other people in the room, and y/n was just as nervous as I was at first." He leans forward, "We got comfortable with each other pretty quick."

"And how was that? Did you guys like-"

I cut her off, speaking kinda quickly, "No. No. it was more like we knew we had to do this so we talked each other through our nerves and just focused on making this movie the best it could possibly be."

"Thank you."

I nod and avoid looking over at Harry.

"Let's have a round of applause for our amazing cast of Rose and Levi." The host says clapping with the crowd.

I stand up, smiling and waving, and praying this is over so I can go curl up in my hotel room and die for the rest of the day.

——

"We leave tomorrow morning. The cars will be waiting out front to take us to the airport, seven am. Don't be late." Mick says nodding, "You did good today. See you tomorrow."

I smile and grab my bag, "Thanks." I walk to the elevator and press the button. Someone else walks up and I can immediately tell that it's Harry.

"Not one word the entire way up." I say as the doors open. I get on and turn around. My eyes follow him as he walks on. He presses the three button and steps back.

He has his hair pushed back with glasses and a grey hoodie on with black shorts and I find myself thinking what it would be like to get fucked on an elevator.

I chew on the inside of my lip and beg myself to stop thinking that way.

The doors open and I practically sprint off and down the hall way to my room. I give Harry one last look, debating on acting on my thoughts or not.

I tilt my head and go into my room, shutting the door quickly. I press my back against the door and listen to see if I can hear him go into his room or not.

It stays silent and I let out a sigh, "Fuck." I run my hands over my face and go into the bathroom to run a shower.

I strip down from my morning clothes and put the robe on that's hanging on the door. I pour a glass of wine as I wait for the water to heat up and I drink it all in one gulp.

I pour another and do the same thing before I set the glass down and walk into the bathroom. I shut the door and step in.

I let the water run over my body and Harry's voice runs through my head, I could have helped you.

I bite my lip and shake my head. He wasn't serious. Was he? No, no. I'm not asking. No.

——

I wrap my hair in the towel and put the robe back on, loosely tying the belt around my waist.

I pour another glass of wine, but this time I take my time with it. There's a knock on the door and I look up, "Coming." I look through the peephole and let out a sigh.

"What do you want?" I say as I open the door. Harry pushes past me and walks right in, "Yeah, sure. Just co-"

He turn around and cuts me off, "Just shut the hell up for a minute, okay?"

I stare at him shut the door, "Yes sir."

He runs a hand through his hair, "You." He groans, "Fuck." He walks toward me then turns around, "God dammit, y/n."

"What the hell did I do?" I hold out my arms to the sides and watch was he paces, "If you ca-"

"You made me love you."

I cannot produce words anymore, so I just stand there, completely blindsided by what he said.

"You.." he walks over and stands in front of me, "You have a fire inside of you that just.. pulls me in and it gets worse the harder I try to fight it." His eyes scan over my face, "What you did last night? Moaning my name.. I've done countless of times with yours."

My lips part and I just stare at him.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wish I could have just .. Fucked you for real during our scene. Just ripped those panties off of you and shoved my cock deep into that pussy of yours."

My breathe catches in my throat and I look around, "H-Harry." I whisper trying to comprehend the words he just spoke, "I-I.."

He steps towards me, "Hearing you moan my name is something I've dreamed of hearing, y/n."

I watch as he traces the fabric of my robe.

"And the fact that you're loved by the world, makes it even worse for me because you could have anyone you want an-"

"I want you." I speak quickly. I repeat the words I just spoke in my head and nod, "I want you."

He smirks and is quick to untie my robe, revealing my naked body to him. He seen me naked a couple times but the look on his face is like he's seeing me for the very first time all over again.

His eyes scan over my body and he pulls me in by my robe, "You're so fucking sexy, y/n." His hands slide onto my hips and he pulls me into him.

I finish my wine quickly and set the glass on the table. Harry picks me up and takes me to the bed, laying me down and kissing up my body to my lips.

My hands grab his neck and I pull him close, almost like my body missed him.

It did.

"Tell me what you did last night." He says, "Tell me what you thought about."

"You." I whisper, "I thought about you."

"Doing what, my love?" Harry drags his fingers down my naked body, stopping once he reaches my clit.

My lips part as he presses down, "To-touching myself." I breathe out and moan. He presses circles onto my clit as his lips place little kisses on my skin.

"Did it feel good?" He asks quietly, "Did touching yourself to me feel so good?"

I nod and arch my back, "Y-yes."

"I was awake, doing the same thing." He kisses my jaw line, his fingers move down and slip inside of me, "But with you. Thinking about your beautiful, naked body under mine."

I moan as he pushes his fingers deep into me, curling them.

"You drive me fucking insane, y/n." He mumbles as he nudges his nose against my neck, "I hate it."

I open my eyes and look at him, "You.. hate it?"

"Well.." he tilts his head, "Until now. I hated it until this very moment."

I smile slightly and gasp as he thrusts his fingers in slowly, "Harry." I whimper, "Please."

"Please what? Hmm?" He kisses from my cheek to my lips, "Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."

"I need your cock." I clench around his fingers and he chuckles, "Can you cum for me, y/n?" He works his fingers in and out at a slightly faster pace, working me to the edge.

"Fuck." I gasp loudly as I cum on his hand.

He groans lowly, "Good job, baby."

I catch my breathe and look up at him, "Why didn't you ever tell me?" He slips his hoodie and shirt off and shrugs, "It was easier to hate you at the time."

"What do you mean?" I sit up and watch as he slowly pushes his sweats down.

He shakes his head, "That's not important anymore." He takes his boxers off and crawls up the bed. I lay back as he moves on top of me and I look up at him.

"What's important right now.. is that I find out what you taste like." He smirks slightly and kisses down my body.

I bite my lip and watch as he pushes my legs further apart and licks his lips. I throw my head back and my back rises off the bed as his tongue slides up my pussy.

He moans as his tongue slides in and out and I whine, "Harry." He grips my inner thighs and his fingers dig in.

I let out a loud moan and reach down with one hand to lay it on his head. My fingers gradually gather a fist full of hair and I pull as I push him closer.

I repeatedly moan out his name as he tongue fucks me.

His nose rubs my clit, adding additional pleasure and I cum again. He continues to eat me out for another few minutes and pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

"You taste fucking delicious, y/n." He whispers as he makes his way up to me again, "Hearing you moan out my name is music to my ears. I fucking love it."

I bite my lip and lean up to connect my lips with his. My tongue slides into his mouth and I moan at my taste on his tongue.

"Roll over." He commands.

I roll over onto my stomach and his hands grip my ass cheeks, "Fuck." He groans, "So fucking hot."

He leans down and kisses down my back as he grips my hips to pull them up. I move my legs up so my ass is in the air for him.

"You want my cock?" He asks delivering a slap to my right cheek, "Hmm?"

I nod and moan, "Yes."

"Couldn't quite hear ya, love." He delivered a smack to my left cheek.

"Yes." I practically scream out from the pained pleasure he gave me, "Yes Harry."

"Mm." He spreads my folds apart and pumps his fingers inside of me a few times before he pulls them out and replaces it with his cock.

I push my face into the mattress and leg out a loud moan as I grip the sheets.

"I want to hear you, baby." Harry says grabbing my hair and pulling my head up, "I want to hear you scream while I fuck the shit out of you."

I nod once and moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside of me, "Fuck, Harry!"

He groans and pulls out, roughly thrusting back in.

I let out a loud moan and push my hips back to meet his. His hand on my hip tightens as he starts to thrust, hard and slow.

"Your pussy is hugging my cock in all the right ways. Fuck." He moans, "I knew I needed you."

I moan louder with each hard thrust. Screaming out his name with the most utter pleasure, "Fuck. Fuck."

I clench around him and claw at the bed, "H-ha-" I can't even speak. My eyes roll shut and my body goes numb.

Harry groans and let's go of my hair. My head falls onto the bed and he grips my hips, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck, y/n." He moans, "You're going to make me cum sooner than I want, fuck."

I grip the sheets and pull, letting the whole hotel know, if they don't already know by now, that's I'm being given a proper fuck.

Harry's thrusts slow down and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me.

I let out a sigh and lay my body down as soon as he pulls out.

Harry falls down next to me and we lay there for a few minutes until he finally gets up. He puts on his sweats and lays his hoodie on the bed.

"So what was that? Just a one and done fuck?" I ask grabbing my robe and putting it on, "Or.." I tie my robe shut again and sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks at me and stares at me for a few seconds before he walks over to me.

He stands between my legs and lifts my chin up with his fingers, "If anyone else touches you, I'll break every single one of their goddamn fingers. You're mine now, baby."

——

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His Sweetest Escape

Summary: Leon returned from a mission. Safe but exhausted and traumatized as hell. He doesn't want to drown in the suffocating thoughts of survivor's guilt. He wants an escape. And you were always his sweetest escape.

Pairing: RE6 Leon Kennedy! × Fem! Reader

Tags: (NSFW 18+), MDNI, FWB relationship, Angst at first, talking about Leon's trauma (necessary for the plot), Oral (f receiving!), Cunnilingus, fingering, sitting on Leon's face, nipple play, Leon being a tease. A bit ooc? Probably.

A/N: Hello Guys!!! My FIRST smut fic is here🤭. Yes I know…FWB again, but I just really wanted to write a smut fic with that trope😭. Also I am very serious about minors not interacting with this post. Please don't.

(Edit) : This can be considered a sort of rough prequel to Just a little touch. Cause for a prequel I have something else cooking up🤭

Hope you enjoy this and have a good day!! 😊😊

A huge thanks to @elfven-blog and @luniaxi for helping me a lot. A little birthday (belated) present to @nexysworld 🥰

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

WC: 5.6K

Another mission. Another horde of zombies and tyrants. And dozens and dozens of lives that he wasn't able to save in time. But it was a successful mission or at least that's what he was told by his superiors.

Leon tiredly pushed open the door to his apartment and deeply sighed as he slowly entered and closed the door behind him.

It is said that a home perfectly reflects people's personalities. The things there give bits of how a person lives and wants to live, their likes and dislikes and much more.

And his cold and empty apartment gave a perfect reflection on who he was. The furniture was there, furnished of course. But that was it. No decorations or signs of someone living there. And that's how he felt he was. A person who had all the features of a normal person but cold and empty on the inside.

But then again he never found a home. This was just a place to live in.

Leon found a whiskey bottle from the liquor cabinet and dropped to the couch, groaning as he sat down after a long time feeling his injuries stretch uncomfortably making him wince. Leaning his head back and staring at the empty ceiling, flashbacks of the mission running wild in his mind. Taking a big swig of his whiskey to numb it. Trying to forget everything about that God forsaken assignment.

Leon kept drinking and drinking till he started to feel a bit numb to it and sighed tiredly to himself and pushed the bottle aside. Allowing himself to get a bit lost in his thoughts and closed his eyes.

He was so fucking tired of all this fighting, fighting it to no fucking end and never seeing the ray of hope that all of this shit would end one day. Instead it only got worse. And he fucking hated it.

His survivor's guilt continued to eat at him slowly and bit by bit on his consciousness, till he felt suffocated by it.

He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and groaned in frustration. The fuck was wrong with him? Actually don't answer that, he already knows.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. Closing his eyes and taking small deep breaths.

Leon shook his head to himself and sighed again. This wasn't going to go away anytime soon. And he really didn't want to wallow and drown in the guilt or he was sure it would kill him more than it already had. He wanted an escape.

A sweet escape that always made him forget about the hellish missions and the guilt that comes with it.

He opened his phone and searched for your contact and pressed the call button. Bringing the phone to his ear as it rang.

For some reason he felt a bit guilty for only calling you for these things, which was weird because it has always been like this between you both… and neither of you minded it before.

Maybe he needs this more than he thought.

“Hey handsome” Your sweet voice rang in his ear from the other side of the call making his mood a bit better.

He cleared his throat and said “Hey… Doing anything right now?” Trying not to sound too desperate for her and playing it cool.

“Sort of… But… I can be free if you want~” trying to tease him a little bit.

A small smile bloomed on his face when he heard that and teasingly replied. “You will make time for me huh? That's sweet.”

You chuckle and tease him back. “Oh you know… I could never say no to you…or a good time.”

Your teasing words made Leon smile a bit more. Knowing you could always tease him a little and get away with it and he wouldn't mind it even once cause he loved the tease.

Leon then says. “Then be free and come here.”

“Uff… So bossy. Can't add a ‘please’ in your sentence?” You asked in a playful way.

“One more comment out of your smart mouth and I will come to your apartment to show you how bossy I can actually be.” Voice getting sultry as he teased you.

It's not like it will be the first time he bossed a sweet thing like you around… always so eager to please him, following the orders he used to give you while you were a moaning & whimpering mess but oh, so ready to do them… just for him.

How could he not feel like a God when you were always ready to be his devoted worshiper.

There was a beat of silence, and Leon smirked knowing that teasing worked perfectly in making you flustered.

He took the opportunity and said “Hmm… that's what I thought, now come here…please” emphasizing the word please more on purpose.

You lightly huff over the phone. “You know you are making a lot of promises.” your voice was clearly flustered even if you tried to hide it.

“Cause I can keep ‘em. I don't make empty promises and you know that…” His voice lowered. He knew how much he had an effect on you, and he couldn't help but use it to his advantage.

Leon waited for a response.

“...I do.” your voice came out more breathy than he expected.

“Good girl… now come soon. I am waiting.”

He cut the call and tossed his phone aside, taking a deep breath. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he got plenty worked up from just one call and it was probably less than a minute.

You were a damn vixen and he loved it.

Now that you were most certainly coming over, he could at least take a shower. He got up from the couch with a groan and stretched his arms a bit and made his way to his bathroom.

Removing his gear and soiled work clothes, he got in the shower and turned it on. Letting the water slowly wash the grime and dried blood away along with the horrible memories of the mission.

Instead he focused his thoughts on you. He let his mind slowly fill with the sweet memories of you. Your soft red lips against his… They tasted like candy, sometimes cherry but always something sweet.

And he especially loved when your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock…slowly taking him in and looking up at him with those greedy eyes all your senses focused on him to pleasure him.

How could he not want a sweet thing like you around forever?

But he wouldn't admit that out loud.

Leon could feel himself get more worked up as he felt more images fill up in his head and groaned quietly.

He huffed lightly, and quickly finished his shower and got out of it. Moving towards his wardrobe and wearing his sweatpants and one of his casual blue t-shirt. And decided to wait till you arrived.

15 mins later his doorbell rang and he grinned at the thought that it was you. And quickly walked towards the door and opened it.

And there you were, a smile on your face and a soft blush on your cheeks. Wearing a white crop top and blue jeans to pair it up with and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight. He bit his lip lightly and teasingly said. “You came huh?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled playfully at his words. “You called.” your voice being equally teasing.

He grinned and let you inside his apartment and closed the door behind you.

“When did you come back from your mission?” You asked as you went over and sat on the couch and looked at him.

“Today actually…” Leon said as he came over and sat beside you. You raised an eyebrow and said. “Today... Like..Just now?”

Leon nodded and shrugged lightly and looked at you. “Yeah. Why?”

Your eyes widened and said. “Wow… aren't you tired and sleepy as hell?”

Leon chuckled and shrugged. “No, not really.”

Well to be fair he was exhausted but that's why you were here… to take it all away.

You frowned slightly not believing his words. After all, he was gone for a considerably long time. You then slowly ask. “Are you sure?”

Leon just chuckled and teasingly replied with a smirk. “Don't worry your pretty little head about it… Although I am flattered that you care that much about my health.”

While he was grateful that you were concerned for him, he didn't want to talk about it. He would rather focus on you and get lost in you than talk about his awful work.

You roll your eyes and smirk at him and playfully reply. “Please… I am only asking because I don't think you will be able to last if you just came back home tired as hell.”

You knew what you were doing, but again a little friendly fire never hurts anyone. And in this, you don't care if it hurts you.

Leon looks at you in amusement and scoffs lightly, shifting closer to you as his voice lowered. “You think I wouldn't be able to last long hmm?” Slowly bringing his hand to your thigh and caressing it gently while looking in your eyes.

You bite your lip and slowly say. “You heard what I said… Did I hit the nail with that?”

No, but you did hurt his ego. And he was going to prove exactly how wrong you are. All in the name of friendly fire.

Leon started to gently run his fingers to your inner thighs and rub teasing circles there. His hand inching closer and closer... but never touching you where you really wanted him to.

His lips curve in a smirk and biting his lip lightly. “You really think that huh...” his hot breath hitting your neck. His gaze falling on your lips, on how you are slowly biting them.

Your face grows flushed and goosebumps rise on your skin as he… slowly moves his free hand on your other thigh and does the same thing there. His smirk grows wider when he feels you squirming a bit.

Everything around you feels so much hotter now… his touch, his eyes shamelessly tracing every inch of your soft body.

Leon watched as you cleared your throat and looked away from him. “Not really… I was just joking, you know.”

Leon smirked some more and teasingly repeated your words. “Just joking hmm?”

Your breath hitches when Leon presses his lips on your neck and presses feather light kisses on it while gently nibbling on it too. You tilt your head back giving him better access, eyes fluttering shut as his teeth lightly scrape your skin.

Your perfume slowly fills his senses and makes his mind hazy with lust. You smelled so fucking good to him. All this teasing was doing a number on him. So much so that now all he wanted to do was to fuck you dumb against this couch and still keep going.

He gently bites your earlobe and mumbles. “Can't have you making jokes everywhere on serious matters baby…”

You gasp as he suddenly spreads your thighs apart, settling himself between them. His bites on your neck get a bit more harsher as his hands start sliding to your ass. Gripping them tightly and bringing you close, pressing you against the couch and him.

He then whispers. “Can't have a sweet thing like you leaving my bed thinking my cock wasn't good enough for your pussy…”

You squirmed in his grip as his words shoot straight at your core. His touch felt as if it was burning right through your skin. You opened your mouth to say something and a small whimper escaped your lips as he bit down on a much sensitive part of your neck.

“Oh Leon…” You mumbled and looked at him. And he quickly sealed your lips with a kiss and mumbles against your lips. “I know baby, You love that cock don't you? Love how good it feels when it ruins your little cunt.”

A small mewl left your mouth as two of his fingers reached your center, sliding them up and down on your clothed cunt giving you the stimulation you were craving.

Leon smirked at your little sounds and snakes his other hand under your crop top, slowly groping your right breast in his hand. And tauntingly says. “Yeah…Feels good when I give that cunt a bit of attention, Doesn't it? Already squirming under my fingers and I haven't even started.”

Your body grew hotter as his fingers started to rub small circles over your cunt and now groping your breasts a bit harshly now. You can feel your panties getting wet from his teasing and lean more into his fingers to search for that friction. You whine and pout at him. “Leon…Stop teasing.”

He bites your earlobe. “You try to tell me what I should…And teasing you will be all I do tonight.” You pouted him in response and he just gave you a teasing grin.

As he says that he pinches one of your nipples making you jolt in surprise. You whine as he continues to pinch and roll it teasingly between his fingers drawing a needy moan from you.

He then pulls away slightly and starts to unbutton your jeans and kisses you. He lightly tugs at your lower lip, giving you a pleasant shiver down your spine. Removing your jeans he cups your ass and drags it a bit closer for him to see. Smirking at the wet spot on your cute lacy panties.

Soft moans and whimpers fall off your lips as he presses his thumb on your clit over the thin layer of the fabric and rubs slow teasing circles.

His free hand makes its way to your chest and eagerly lifts your crop top and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. And latches his mouth to one of them and eagerly starts to suck on them, not even bothering to fully remove it.

He then starts to slowly suck on your nipples taking his sweet time with it while still paying attention to your cunt. His eyes are shut as if he was concentrating on the world's most important task ever. Your moans started to get louder and more whiny, and feel the flimsy fabric of your panties sticking to your folds by now.

He suddenly pinches your clit at the same time he gives a harsh tug at your nipple. Your body twitches from the sensation and you whine louder than before. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you gasped for breaths.

You looked down to see his face and whined to him. “Leon, I want more…please.” Your voice was more breathy than before. You gave him a pout and looked at him with those same needy eyes which he usually gave into.

He feels so proud for having you this way, seeing how quickly you used to melt for him and gave him the control he was so desperately craving without any resistance. And he loved it every single time. Seeing your red pouty lips, eyes filled with lust, messed up hair, flushed face, it made his heart skip a few beats every time… He could always get lost in your beauty and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Leon presses a kiss at your temple and drops another at your shoulder. And smirks and in a taunting tone whispers. “We just started baby, Already can't last hmm?”

Ass. That's what he was. An ass for using your words against you.

He then pulls back and you whine at the loss of his touch. Panting softly, your skin feeling as if it was burning under his hot gaze. You look up at him and he wasn't any better but he had a better control on it.

He grins and kisses you softly on the lips to make up for the teasing and softly asks “Want to move this to the bedroom?” You nod and kiss him back. Wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him close.

You both kiss each other softly and he slowly removes the rest of your clothes and lifts you up in his arms and slowly stands up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your hands gripping his shoulders and continue to kiss him softly while he makes his way to his bedroom.

He places his hands on your hips to hold you and never breaks the kiss even once. If anything he pulls you more close and deepens the kisses. He opens his bedroom door and slowly lays you down on bed and pulls away a bit and smiles at you and softly whispers. “Want more?”

You nod and he leans in close and deepens the kiss. Gently caressing your body all over, his hands kneading the soft plush fat of your thighs and hips. Tongue exploring your mouth sensually while kissing you. Both of your eyes closed while enjoying the sensual kisses and touches. This was much calmer than what you both were doing earlier but still very sensual to keep you both going.

“Feeling better?” He mumbles against your lips.

You chuckle softly and in a teasing tone reply. “I would feel much better when you actually start.”

You feel a deep rumble from his chest as he laughs softly at that and shakes his head lightly. His voice takes a quick change from soft to sweetly seductive and whispers. “Fucking insatiable…Love it. Who could tell that a cutie like you was such a slut inside. But you are not gonna hear any complaints from me.”

Your cheeks burn red from his words as he now starts to kiss your neck and collarbone. A moan slipped from your mouth when he pressed himself forward and his boner made contact with your sensitive clit, letting you feel how much he was turned on right now. The cloth of his sweatpants gave enough friction to feel amazing as you started to grind against him, wanting to continue where he left off.

Soft grunts slipped from his mouth as he felt you eagerly rub your pussy against him. A rough chuckle leaves his lips and he mumbles. “Patience baby…” and moves his hips away to stop it, pulling a whine from your mouth from frustration.

He brings your lips in a deep kiss which you were more than happy to respond to. His hands found their way back to your chest to your breasts. Groping and massaging them and giving light tugs at your nipple which made your body twitch in excitement.

He then tugged your lower lip, gave a harsh bite to it and tweaked your nipple lightly. He continues this motion of torturing you like this. While you lay there under him writhing and moaning for him. “Leon… I can't take it… please..”

The little piece of shit just laughs and tweaks your nipples once more making you whimper for him. And in a taunting tone says. “Oh yeah? You can't take it hmm? Too damn bad…”

You feel him rubbing those little buds under his thumb sometimes rolling it between his fingers while basically tongue fucking your mouth. You whimper, whine and even try to push him off but if anything that encourages him to do more of that.

Soon you feel that invisible band in your stomach stretching and stretching… just waiting to snap. And Leon notices it, the way your body starts shivering and your moans get louder. He then leans in to whisper. “Gonna cum baby?”

You nod and look at him with a pout. “Please…” He just smirks and keeps doing what he was doing. Your body twitches and holds onto his shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut. You are just so close… Right… there.

And he pulls away.

Your eyes immediately shoot open. “Nooo!” A loud whine leaves your lips and look up at him with a frustrated expression.

How could he do this to you? Such a fucking tease? And you were so fucking close and he just had to pull away and ruin it.

He had a big shit eating grin on his face but he wasn't faring any better than you were. His shirt was clinging to his body, face flushed red and his hair messed up. And the way you can see his dick bulging in his pants proved he was just as pent up as you.

He was just teasing both of you to hell. Asshole.

You gave a pout as the tears from frustration started to brim in your eyes. “You are so mean…”

Leon smiles as he leans down closer to you and softly coos to you. “Aww… is my baby angry at me?”

You nod and continue to pout at him. Leon smiles and takes your face in his hands. And kisses you gently on your soft lips. You don't kiss him back at first but you hear his soft whispers to forgive him for teasing you so much. “Please baby… forgive me? I swear I wouldn't tease you now… Kiss me back?”

And you really wanted to stay mad at him but… you couldn't do that for much long.

How could you when he looked at you with those blue lust blown eyes and gave you soft kisses across your face to make you forgive him?

You then slowly kissed him back and he was more than happy to oblige. Kissing you softly, taking his time to ease you and then he says. “Ride my face? I promise I will let you cum this time..”

Your face went red and your eyes widened and mumbled against his lips. “Really? Are you sure you want me to do that?”

You feel him nod, lightly tugging at your lower lip and say. “Of course…Want that pretty pussy of yours on my face.”

It's not like this was your first time riding his face either...

Your face goes red but you are more excited than embarrassed. You nod and kiss him back with more fervor. “Okay… I will.”

He pulls away and finally removes his clothes. Removing his sweatpants and freeing his cock from it. Groaning softly as his cock slaps against his stomach. Precum leaking from his cock. Spreading it with his thumb from his tip to the rest and lightly strokes himself. Hissing at how sensitive his cock was from all that teasing.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him naked. His body was littered with scars but that only made him more alluring at this moment. You just wanted to kiss and nibble on each scar till he was red from all the hickeys. It always took your breath away when you watched him like this.

You lick your lips and come closer to him and give him your most innocent doe eyes and make your voice as seductive as possible. “Can I taste you?”

Leon feels his cock twitch at the request and lightly bites his lips. He was really really tempted to take you up on that offer but he had other plans…

He tilts your chin up and says. “Look at you… so eager for this cock hmm? Already want to wrap your pretty lips on it.”

You feel yourself getting more slicked from his words and eagerly nod. “Yes…please, want to suck your cock so bad…”

Leon smirks and gives a teasing kiss on your lips. “Some other time baby, want you to ride my face today.”

Your face flushes deep red and nod. “Okay…”

He grins and lays back down on bed adjusting himself with pillows under his head and motions for you to come up.

You bite your lip and slowly crawl over to him. Slowly bringing your thighs on either side of his head, hands grasping at the headboard as you position yourself over his face.

A loud groan leaves his lips as his eyes locks down at your drenched cunt. He licks his lips and feels his mouth water, he immediately grasps your hips and thighs and positions your cunt in front of his hungry mouth.

You gasp softly as you feel him suddenly shift you more and look down at how hungrily he was looking at you.

Leon moves his hands to your ass and squeezes it gently. And looks at you. “Come on baby sit. And don't hover, don't want to waste a drop of you” His words make your stomach flip. Your heart thundering in your chest as you try to come up with something to say but feel your words stuck in your throat.

You bite your lips and follow his words. And slowly sit down on his face and the moan he let's out when his tongue makes contact with your clit was downright pathetic. He immediately tightens his grip around your thighs and your ass, closing his eyes and lapping at your cunt happily.

You moan softly as you feel his tongue give you lazy, slow licks from your labia to your clit. Taking his time with it, slowly tasting through your folds. Swirling his tongue around your already sensitive clit giving it occasional tugs with his teeth.

Your body twitches above him as your moans turn into cries of pleasure. Trying to move away from his face but he grunts and grabs your ass and pulls you back in. Giving your ass a light spank, “Don't move…”

You squeal and close your eyes as you focus on his tongue, trying not to move that much. Biting your lip, one of your hands makes into his hair. He groans at the feeling of your fingers lightly threading through his hair. And pushes his tongue inside your sopping hole, slowly fucking you with it.

He moans when he feels your juices on his tongue. You always tasted like a fucking heaven to him. He could stay between your thighs all day if he could. Drinking what you had to give to him while hearing sweet chorus of whines and moans as they left your mouth, his own favorite music to listen to when he came back home from those fucked up missions.

You were his personal haven, letting him have you like this, he felt the luckiest man in the world. Feeling you tug his hair, squirming on his mouth and still riding his mouth like it was your last day on earth. He fucking loved it. He could get off on having you just like this.

Your thighs squeeze around his head and tug at his hair a bit harder than necessary pulling a groan out of him. It only encouraged him to fuck his tongue into you faster. You squealed a bit as lifted you up a bit only to feel two of his fingers enter your cunt drawing a long moan out of you. Slowly sliding in and out of you, your wet walls eagerly sucking him back in.

A loud groan leaves your lips when he starts to suck on your clit too. “Oh fuck…Leon!” Hips moving on its own, as he continues to finger you and tug at your clit. Curling his fingers inside and moving them against the spot which always made you see stars. Your body twitches and eyes roll in the back of your head as he moves his fingers faster.

His fingers constantly assaulting that sweet spot within you, sometimes slowing them down to hear your pretty whines of protest and suddenly increasing the pace just to fuck with you. Feeling your thighs squeeze around his head tightly drawing a loud groan from him, the vibrations going straight to your core and giving you an instant jolt of pleasure.

All the teasing slowly piled up and you felt that familiar band in your core just waiting to snap at any moment. You clenched tightly around his fingers. He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you do that, removing his fingers and pushing his tongue inside, wanting you to cum on his tongue instead.

He held your hips tightly to support you and let you ride his face as much as you wanted. Both of your hands going down to his hair, tugging at it while riding his face at your pace. Your clit constantly bumping against his nose making you a moaning mess above him. “Fuckkkk… Leon… feels so good… Just like that! Fuck! Yes!”

His eyes roll in the back of his head as he feels the stinging pain as you tug at his hair. Loving the pain and pleasure that came with it. One of his hands goes down to his cock and stroking himself in time with the pace that you set. Feeling himself getting closer and closer as you both kept going.

He felt he could burst at any moment just from hearing the lewd noises you both were making. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

You open your eyes, your gaze drifting to the sight of him between your legs. And it instantly brought you closer to the edge than ever. His eyes were screwed shut, focused on giving you the high you were so eagerly chasing. His grip on your ass was tight enough to leave bruises, not that you cared.

You loved seeing his marks on your body anyway.

“M’ gonna cum… so close…” you whined as you looked down at him. His eyes opened to look at the heavenly sight of you writhing above him and smirked.

He winked at you and moved his tongue faster inside you and gave you a sudden spank from the hand that was already gripping you while he stroked himself with the other.

You whine from the spank and feel that band inside you finally snap “Leon!”. He soon comes after you with a loud groan and hisses as ropes of thick hot cum fall on his thighs and abs.

Your body twitches and shakes when the euphoria flows through your body. You felt so lightweight, feeling like you could drop at any moment. Leon gently grasped your waist with one hand and the other on your thigh, slowly helping you ride through your high. And eagerly drank up every drop. Humming softly in satisfaction.

You whined softly still feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. You tried to get off of him whining softly in protest and he gently lowered you down in bed. His chin was soaked with your release as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

He brought you close to him, pressing you against him and giving soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. Both of you were breathing heavily in each other's arms. His soft kisses act as a soothing balm to your tired body.

You gently caressed his hair and face in return as he started to pepper kisses along your collarbone now. “Feeling good?” Leon's soft voice entered your dazed mind. You smiled lazily at him and sighed softly. “I feel amazing…”

Leon chuckled and gave a soft kiss to your crown and pulled you closer. “Good…I would be disappointed otherwise.”

You chuckled and teasingly say. “In me or yourself?” He snickered and replied “You of course. I am amazing at what I do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and say. “And I am not?” Leon smirked and bit your earlobe playfully. “That’s up for debate…”

You scoffed, giving him an offended look at him and narrowed your eyes at him “Excuse me?”

Leon had to bite back a chuckle as he saw you trying to be serious, and he could tell that you weren't serious either. Seeing your smile threatening to take over your face.

You huff when you saw a chuckle slipping from him. “You are laughing at me aren't you?” Still keeping your eyes narrowed at him.

Leon cleared his throat, trying his best to be serious. “No, I would never laugh at you.”

You rolled your eyes at him and said. “Liar.”

Leon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement and playfully whispered. “You look cute when you are angry.”

Your eyes widened at his words and looked away from him to hide your blushing face from his comment “Whatever.”

Leon chuckled. “Uh huh… What is this then?” Poking at your red cheeks.

You pouted at him and huffed. “Nothing okay? Just shut up.”

Leon’s snickered and a mischievous grin spread on his face. “You want me to shut up? Sit on my face again and then I will think.”

Leon's smirk widened as he saw your face flush red and looking away from him, squirming slightly as you thought about doing it again. Leon squished your cheeks and turned your face back towards him and looked at you with a smug face.

“You want to sit on my face again don't you?” A knowing smug smile on his face.

Your face turned beet red as you felt yourself heat up again from his words and slowly nodded.

Leon smirked and started to kiss your neck all over again and mumbled. “So...fucking...insatiable.”

This was sure as hell gonna be a long night for both of you. But none of you had any complaints.

God. It's done. Oh my god. FINALLY. I honestly didn't expect this to take so much of my time but it surprisingly did. I guess it did cause it's my first time writing smut rather than consuming it lol.

Anyways... I hope you liked this fic. Hope it made your day!!🥰😊.

Until next time 😊❤

-Bella

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 5 months

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Easy – J. Kiszka

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Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; foreplay; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: HELLO MY BESTIE GRESTIE FRIENDS.

Please enjoy my soft attempt at returning to the fic-writing business with this teeny mini fic to get the creative juices flowing. I ask that you please be kind and patient with both Ken and myself as we try to get back to where we were before our break. We’re both lacking a bit of confidence, but hopeful that we’ll be back in the swing of things soon.

It’s been entirely too long, and I promise you all I don’t plan on leaving for the foreseeable future. I learned lessons in my time away, and I’ve come back much happier than I was before. Big fat thank-you to bestie Ken for never leaving me and welcoming me back to blog with the most open arms and making me feel as though I never left. I love you so much pal. 💚🥰

and to everyone reading this or any of our fics (future, present, or past), I love you, too.

Bajaest of bules forever and ever,

-Han

You hummed to yourself as you gently flipped your hair to one side, nimbly using your fingers to remove the backs of your earrings before pulling the posts through. As you sat them neatly on the sink, you glanced at the mirror in front of you, directing your fleeting attention to the figure bustling around in the bedroom behind you.

His back was to you, but still you watched him, as you often did when you had the chance, undo the few closed buttons of his shirt, letting it slink down his arms before pulling his wrists through one at a time. You watched his soft strands of hair flow gently across his shoulders as he worked the shirt from one hand to the next. Once he’d succeeded, you watched the muscles of his back contract as he balled the shirt up and tossed it into the clothes hamper that housed your shared dirty laundry. He paused there, admiring his shot from feet away, giving himself a self-reassuring nod before beginning to work on unfastening his belt.

You watched him shift his weight from one leg to the other as he unfastened the buckle, the sound of the metal softly jingling. You scanned the back of him and noted the curves of his back and his hips where his favorite jeans hugged him in the perfect places.

“Hey hon?” you called, picking up a wipe from its package to remove your makeup, silently hoping your attempt to look pre-occupied was enough to convince him that you hadn’t been staring at him the entire time he’d been undressing himself.

His head popped into the doorway then. “Hm?”

“Will you help me really quick? I’m about to hop in the shower. I just need help unzipping this.”

“Of course,” he started, moving closer to you and reaching for the zipper. Your eyes were so focused on his downcast eyes and his lips and how they sat just slightly parted while he concentrated on your zipper that you had no idea he was waiting for you. “Here. Get your hair for me, doll. I don’t wanna pull it.”

You moved your hair to the side for him, focusing back on his face and the tickle of his fingertips as he gently pulled the zipper down its track, taking special care not to force it. As he slid the zipper down your back, his eyes scanned your exposed skin, and you watched him cock an eyebrow, just slightly. A nearly imperceptible smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he realized you hadn’t been wearing a bra all night. Your cheeks blushed as he kept venturing lower. The dress was short, and the zipper ended as it reached your lower back. You felt him let go of the zipper, keeping his eyes trained on the spot where it stopped, waiting to see if his suspicions were correct.

You felt him slip his hands into your dress and around your sides, gently raking his fingers up and down the length of them. You slipped it off your shoulders and felt his hands creep up to cradle your newly exposed breasts while you worked the dress over your hips. As it slid down over your bare ass, you heard a huff of air escape him. His hands gently squeezed the swells of your breasts and you let out a breath of your own, leaning your head back into him as he thumbed over your hardened nipples.

He took a step into you, pressing your hips into the sink as his mouth found the junction of your neck and shoulder. He hummed against you as his hands and mouth worked in different places at the same time. You fought the urge to squeeze your thighs together and failed. As a result, your ass pressed back into him, and you felt his cock hardening behind you, making you squeeze again.

His lips broke suction from your neck at this, and you felt the tip of his tongue drag itself to the shell of your ear at such a slow pace that it was almost painful. You shuddered against his mouth and felt him smirk.

“So pretty for me, baby,” he said, his voice low in your ear. “Making it so easy for me.”

“Have to spoil you every now and again, Jake,” you said, grinning.

“You know what would really spoil me?”

“Hm?”

His lips pressed themselves firmly into your ear as he whispered to you, his hands roaming over your breasts, his cock still pressed into your back.

“Be my good girl and bend over,” he started, his clothed length throbbing against your skin, begging to escape and slip into your dripping heat. “Let me make you cum the way you like it? Hm?”

You felt the spot between your legs get even warmer, and you let out the smallest whimper.

He moved one arm to wrap around your middle, pulling your top half further backward into his chest while his other hand drifted down your stomach and between your legs. Your heart hammered in your chest as he slipped the pad of his fingers between your folds, his middle and ring fingers circling your clit.

“Want you to feel the head of my cock right behind here, honey.”

You watched his hand in the mirror above the sink as he spoke, seeing the flexion of the muscles in his hands as they moved. After a moment you noticed him looking at you in the mirror, his deep brown eyes even darker now.

You squeezed your legs together, trapping his hand, and he smirked for the millionth time in one night.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whined, your breaths heavy.

“Whaddaya think, angel? You gonna be my good girl? Hm?”

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #4

Pairing: Husband!Dad! Chris x Mom! Reader

Warnings: tiniest bit of smut

Summary: Watch Chris embark on even more daddy duties

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Tummy Time

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Okay lily, time for tummy time” I said to my 7 month old, her tiny body covered by her new purple onesie Chris had bought her. Her big blue eyes she got from her daddy beamed up at me, dark wisps of brown hair had also started to sprout from the top of her head into tiny curls.

Smoothing down her bed head with the palm of my hand, I laid smothering kisses all over her neck trying to bask in her scent as much as possible.

“Hey let me get sum of that” Chris whined as he sat on the carpet, his hands reaching out for Lily, that smile on his face not faltering once.

“Say hello to dada” I cooed, also sitting onto the carpet, Lily now clambering to get into her father's arms, excited squeals leaving her mouth every second.

Chris laughed as Lily did an attempt at kissing him on the cheek, pressing her slobbery lips onto his cheeks making him groan and laugh at the same time before wiping it off.

“Okay okay, it’s time”

Setting her down onto her stomach, we both laughed as her head peeked up looking at us with her big curious eyes.

“Isn’t she just adorable, she’s the perfect mix of us babe” Chris whispered out, pulling me to sit between his legs, both of us keeping a watchful eye on Lily in front of us who had taken a special interest to Dodger’s snout.

“You love Dodger don’t you sweet girl?” I said happily, caressing her cheeks softly as she grabbed for Dodger’s tail, her squeals becoming a source of serotonin for us.

“CHRIS- Chris Look” I whisper shouted, Lily had gotten onto all fours and had started rocking back and forth unsteadily.

“Look at her go!” Chris laughed out, Lily had definitely taken a deeper interest into Dodger's tail, as she attempted to crawl after him.

“She’s growing up too quick Chris”

I pouted looking up at him, his hands clasped around my waist, Lily now crawling her way towards us.

“Babe she isn’t even a year old yet-“

“I know but next thing ya know she’s off to school” I whined, picking Lily up to my chest, her head peeking over my shoulder as I heard Chris kissing her head.

“Well then that’ll give us enough time to make another one-“

-Stepfather Chris having a very special moment🌸

(Y/n's P.O.V)

It was Chris' 41st birthday, the whole Evans clan was over for a massive birthday barbecue, the June sun glaring down on us all. “Mommy Mommy, can we do it yet?” My son Logan said, his 6 old self pulling onto my pant leg as his twin brother who was much shyer stood behind him.

“hmm, alright honey, go gather your cousins, uncles and grandparents” Walking back into the boys' bedroom, a photo of them with Chris at their first ever basketball game sat on their bedside table, Chris holding each twin on his hips with beaming smiles on all their faces

I had met Chris through a mutual friend when the boys were around 6 months old, I would say it was love at first sight but I had to be cautious now that I was responsible for two other lives. He took his time with us, not only did we go on dates but he would spend time at the house, helping me feed, change and clothe the boys.

Then the day came a year later (quick I know) where he proposed, saying he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to have me as his wife and our sons along with that. Taking on the role of their dad without me even asking to do so.

Walking back out to the yard, everyone had now gathered around Chris who was sitting on a chair with a beer by his foot on the ground.

“Mama, we wanna give it” Logan pushed excitedly, his hands going up to grab the box in my hands, CJ his brother climbing into Chris' lap and snuggling into his chest. A total Daddy’s boy.

Chris wrapped his arm around CJ, kissing his forehead tenderly before taking the box from Logan who had now also sat onto his lap. Both boys looking even smaller in comparison to Chris' stature.

“Is this my present?”

“Yes honey, this is from both the boys”

“Where’s my present from you?”

“You’ll see it later honey, don’t even worry about it”

“Ohhoh I like the sound of that baby” He smirked, his family howling into laughter around us.

“From Logan and CJ, To Daddy” Chris read aloud, his smile staying constant as he read out their whole message:

“You’ve been there for us before we could even talk, walk or crawl. Thank you for letting us watch baseball, and meet Iron man at your work. Thank you for Dodger and playing football with us every Saturday. Mommy said we got lucky with you as a dad, and we said yes. We love how you make mommy smile, and now we want to be Evans too. Will you (pretty pretty) please adopt us?”

Chris had barely made it to half the message when his voice started croaking up, both boys looking on as he held the official adoption papers in his hands, which were just awaiting his signature.

“well daddy, can we?” CJ asked shyly, fiddling about with his fingers.

“What kinna stupid question is that? Of course buddy, you’re already an Evans at heart. If I coulda helped it, you woulda been an official Evans from birth” Chris laughed out, half crying, bringing both of the boys in for a bone crushing hug.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT MOMMY, IM AN EVANS” Logan shouted jumping off Chris' lap, running into Lisa' arms as she twirled him around shouting.

Chris then stood up, CJ wrapped around him like a Koala, as he sauntered towards me.

“What’s wrong CJ honey?” I asked stroking his back softly, his head tucked into Chris' neck.

“He jus wanna hang out with his daddy 'ats all” Chris smirked smugly, bringing his beer bottle up for another swig before passing it over to me, offering me a drink.

- Caught in the act 👀

“F-fuck baby, you’re taking me so well” Chris groaned into my ear, his hips smacking repeatedly into mine leaving me speechless. His fingers intertwined with mine as he held our hands above my head, moans weren’t even able to leave me due to the amount of euphoria I was feeling.

“D-daddy?”

“OH SHIT” Chris and I frantically hid under the covers, looking over it to see our five year old daughter in the doorway, sucking on her thumbs with her stuffed buzz lightyear in her other hand basically dragging on the floor.

“What you doin?” She asked her head tilting to the side, her pigtails bouncing as she did so.

“Where’s bubba Lexie?” I asked softly, getting on ny silk robe, waddling over to Lexie bending down to her height.

“Don' wan' disturb him mama, he can’t fight monsters under ma bed” She whined, tears brimming at her eyes, I shushed her before picking her up and walking to our older son’s room, knocking on his door.

“Yes?” Tom answered groggily, his eyes widening when he saw the tear stained cheeks of his sister, his fifteen year old heart immediately going soft and taking her into his arms.

“Bubba, there’s monsters” She cried holding onto him dearly, the protective older brother in him coming out as he offered her a space in his bed, a thankful smile coming onto my face.

“Alright you gon be okay with bubba?” I asked watching her get tucked into Tom's bed, snuggling herself into him, she nodded enthusiastically giving me a thumbs up.

“God I love our kids” I sighed walking back into the bedroom, Chris still sitting there naked, “Well let me give you another one sweetheart”

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surfinminho · 6 months

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Kinktober day 30- stepcest w/ chan

⤷ warnings: humiliation, stepbrother!Chan, oral(m), coercion(?),

⤷ word count: 930

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this wasn't meant to happen, but it's not like you wanted it to end.

Your mother recently remarried, you dad and her divorcing 5 years ago. You could say it took a toll on her but it seemed like she was planning that divorce since you were born.

With a new dad, you were going to get "new siblings". He has two kids, one who's around your age and her name is Hannah. The other one was Chris and he was 26. You didn't see him alot always out and about. You thought he was pretty. Like really pretty.

When you saw him, his smile basically lit up the room. Dimples showing Everytime he laughed.

He never bothered to make small talk with you. He was polite enough to say hello or good morning when he saw you leaving in the morning. But that was the only conversations you seemed to be having.

On the other hand, his sister was easy to get along with. You guys shared interest in producing music. You told her you were majoring in music at your university and she mentioned how her brother is doing the same.

Time passed and your parents went away for some time, going god knows where. Hannah was out with her friend and she wouldn't be back until later.

You didn't know chris was going to be home, his door opening telling you of his presence.

Over the couple of months, you and Chris got closer. Sometimes he'd ask you to listen to some beat he made.

What he didn't know is that you hear him jerking off in the middle of the night moaning your name. You didn't mind it, he was handsome. You just didn't know how to confront him about it.

In the comfort of your own home, and it being boiling outside. You opted to wear a sports bra and sweatpants. But you also needed help with these assignment, something just wasn't clicking. You decided to ask Chris. It's not like never helped you before.

You leave your room, bringing your laptop with you and start heading to his room.

"Chris?" You question if he's in his room. Knocking once before waiting.

"Come in" you open the door seeing an awaiting man sitting in the chair adjacent to his desk.

"Hey, can you help me with this?" You turn your laptop screen around to show him. "Something isn't right"

He nodded, motioning for you to walk over to him.

You were hovering over him for a while, listening to what he had to say before he grabbed your waist sitting you down on his lap.

"Why stand when you can sit?" He laughs, going back to showing you your mistake.

After a while you thought you understood, trying to make your exit when he stopped you.

"Princess, I need some help. Can you help me?" He rests his head on your shoulder.

"Help? With what?" Maybe you were hallucinating but you felt something under you.

"You don't feel it?"

Oh.

You were right, you didn't expect him to be fully hard right now but again you didn't mind it.

"We- we can't! What about-" he cut you off, rubbing his hips into your cunt.

"Mom and dad aren't here, and Hannah won't be back until later. You know you want to" and he's right, you did so you got off his lap, settling on your knees.

"Go on, take it out" you started to rethink this, yes he isn't your real brother but you still referred to him as one?

You palmed him over his pants, pulling a groan out of him. You pulled down his pants with his underwear.

Fuck.

You didn't know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. He was big. Long and thick. Bigger than anyone you've ever been with.

You get snapped out of your thoughts when he slapped the tip on your lips.

"What? Never seen a big dick before? Hurry up with it"

Your eyes widened, being in such a vulnerable position and being humiliated like this made you wet, an uncomfortable feeling sticking your panties to your cunt.

You grab the base, smearing precum over your lips. Placing the tip in-between your lips.

He slightly thrusted up into your mouth, quickly settling back down.

"Tap my thigh if you want to stop. You got that or are you too focused on dick?"

"No- I got it." You opened your mouth more to accommodate his length.

He fucked up into your throat slowly, getting use to the feeling.

You saw his demeanor change, his grip on your neck was strong, surely it's gonna leave a mark.

You gagged when he hit the back of your throat. A tight feeling around his cock.

"S-such a whore. Sucking your own brothers cock. Are you that desperate?" Maybe he was expecting a reply, you wished you could but instead you tried to nod. Not able to, in your position.

"What if Hannah walked in huh? What would you do?" You felt his dick twitch, he was close.

"Gonna take it right? Take my cum in your mouth? Let me breed you next?" He presses your face down on his cock, nose pressed against his cervix as he came.

He pulls his softened cock out, pushing his thumb in.

"Swallow." You did as you were told, swallow everything.

"Good girl" he motioned for you to come back up, tucking his dick back in his pants simultaneously.

You guys were stopped when you heard the front door open.

"I'm back!"

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buckleyx · 2 years

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Hi love! Can i request a romantic Eddie Diaz x gn!reader fic where they are helping him take care of Christopher in the recent episode(s)? Ignore if it you don't get an ideas or feel comfortable with the request! :)

PLEASE E.D

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: ow hello my darling anonymous human! Thank you so much for requesting. I absolutely loved the idea! I hope its what you had in mind, I had a lot of fun writing it. It kinda takes place durning Eddie's outbursts but instead of Chris calling Buck, he calls you :) enjoy!!! <33

Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: Heartbroken Eddie, mentions of outbursts, angst

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"Are you comfortable?" You asked softly, tucking Christopher further in.

"Yes." He whispered, holding his hands above the space themed blankets. It was a rough day for the boy. Having to call help on your own father is never easy. Especially when you aren't used to ever seeing him like that. You were the first he called. Broken walls and messed up furniture greeted you when you entered Eddie's room. A place that you once knew as tidy and neat was now gone. Your own broken boyfriend sitting on the ground. Not being able to say a word.

It was all the anger he builded up. The news about his old colleagues, taking temporary leave of the 118, having to be put behind a desk. You didn't necessarily blame him for his outburst, you just wished he talked to you sooner.

"Goodnight Chris." You smiled, placing the children's book further on his bedside table. "Try getting some sleep."

It wasn't the first time you stayed the night. So Christopher didn't raise any questions with why you tucked him in and not Eddie. You were a big part in his life now, and Chris really only saw that as the most positive thing ever. It was different then with Anna. He saw you more as a parent, someone who truly loves Eddie and wants to share their future with him. This was more real.

You said your final goodnights, answering some more questions from Chris before going to find Eddie. He was sitting on the couch, deep in thought, one hand was messily placed in his hair as the other holded the cup of coffee you made him.

You walked further in the leaving room, silenty sitting down next to him. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes, trying his best to wipe away the wet stains on his cheecks.

"Is Chris alright?" He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You rubbed your hand on his back in small circular motions, slowing moving up to play with his hair.

"He's worried about you." You answered honestly.

"He shouldn't have seen that. He shouldn't had to be the on to call you."

"Hey Eddie. Chris will survive." You reassured him. "But I think it still would be best to talk to him tomorrow. He got quite a scare."

"I know." His eyes shifted from yours. Like he was ashamed of you seeing him like this. "I'm sorry."

"You need help, Eddie. This can't go on. The panic attacks, the outbursts, it's all eating you away." Your hands cupped his cheeks. "Please don't shut me out. Not this time. Please Eddie, allow me to help you."

"You've got nothing to be sorry about." You took his chin, so his eyes remained on yours. Tears danced in his eyes. Your heart broke seeing him like this. So fragile. So broken.

"Please."

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pink-bandana-writes · 1 year

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Candy Cane Stripes

Raphael x Reader

Summary: On a chilly day in New York, you head to the lair to show off your sparkly red holiday nails…

Note: Well, here we go, first fic on the new blog. I’ve been cleaning out my room, going through my stuff and this just…felt right. I think I needed a fresh start here. Consider this my new era. The turtles are in their 20s in this.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.5k

Reader Is: Female

It was a chilly, New York winter day and you were down in the lair, desperate to warm up after having walked through the snow and ice to get there. Donnie had set up the heating system down there pretty well, managing to keep heat in their living space despite the obvious draftiness of the sewers.

You had brought some winter supplies for the boys, namely, hot cocoa ingredients, some wintry mugs, and all of your favorite holiday movies on DVD. You were wrapped up in one of the scarves Raph had knitted for you, red and white candy cane stripes. It matched the nails you’d just gotten done a few days before, to commemorate the beginning of the holiday season.

Leo and Mikey greeted you when you entered, Mikey playing his video games on the TV and Leo reading something in his spot on the couch. Donnie was in the lab, as usual, and Raph was working out. You could tell by the steady clinking of his weights in the distance. You couldn’t help but blush a little, thinking of the big, strong turtle.

You’d been friends with the turtles since you were in high school and they were teens. Now, you were all in your early twenties, you’d finished college and were working basically full time at a game store downtown, which meant you were always able to get gaming equipment and games for them with your generous employee discount. Lately, you were trying to figure out the rest of your life, and if you were being honest…you wanted Raph, and the rest of his brothers, for that matter, to be a part of it.

Once you got comfortable, you pulled out your cocoa ingredients, pouring a mug of milk and cocoa mix, squirting in lots of chocolate syrup before giving it a good stir and sticking it into the microwave. You readied a can of whipped cream, squirting some in your mouth, only to come face to face with the turtle in the red bandana himself.

“Oop.” You mumbled, eating the whipped cream. “Hello.”

“What’cha up to, shorty?” He asked, giving your head a playful shove.

“Hot cocoa. You want some?” You held up an empty mug, wiggling it around temptingly.

He grinned. “I could be convinced.”

You mixed together another mug full of cocoa and swapped it for yours in the microwave. You turned to grab the whipped cream, but Raphael had it, doing the exact same thing you had just been doing. You giggled. “Hey!”

“One sec.” He said, holding up a large finger and taking another hit of whipped cream before handing it back to you.

You shook your head, chuckling as you sprayed a spiral of whipped cream on top of your drink, nursing it in your hands as you took your first tentative sip. It was then that Raph finally noticed the sparkling red color of your nails, accompanied your candy cane accent nails. He stared for a long moment before you looked up, catching him.

“What’s that look for, big guy?”

“Huh?” He met your eyes. “Oh, nothin’, nothin’.”

You took a sip of cocoa and set it on the counter, holding out your hands so he could get a closer look at them, taking each of your human hands in his much, much bigger ones. Raph admired your little fingers, the way the red polish glittered in the light as he moved them ever so slightly.

“When’d ya get these done?”

“This week. Thought they would be nice for the holidays and all that.” You shrugged. “Plus, red happens to be one of my favorite colors.”

He smirked, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “Oh it does, does it?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, eyes meeting his.

Raph’s voice got all soft. “It’s a good color for ya.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the implications. “I think so, too.”

The microwave beeping caused you to part, grabbing the mug for Raph, careful not to burn yourself on its hot exterior. You handed it to him and he sprayed some whipped cream on it before going through the basket of things you’d brought down to the lair. He shuffled through your DVDs before holding up a copy of the Grinch.

“It’s you!” You said, laughing mischievously.

He deadpanned. “Ha. Very funny.” He continued to look through them, pulling out Barbie in the Nutcracker. “What’s this one for?”

“I brought that specifically at Mikey’s request.” You defended. “But it is a cinematic masterpiece nonetheless.”

Raph chuckled. “I’m sure it is.”

The two of you moved to the living room, Raph carrying your basket for you. Leo greeted you as you sat down, barely looking up from his book to do so. You pulled out your Switch and booted up Stardew, Mikey sitting upright at the sound.

“You playing Stardew?”

You grinned. “Maybe.”

“Can I get on?”

“Absolutely.” You laughed, booting up the Co-Op farm you’d started with the boys. Well, you mostly played with Mikey, but Donnie hopped on every so often.

Raph picked one of your movies from the basket and pulled it out, opening the case and staring at the DVD. Looking at it, his thumb might be too big to pop it out in one piece, so he handed it to you.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up. “Oh.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do so. Borrowing your little hands, as he liked to say. You popped out the disk and handed it to him so he could put it in the PlayStation.

With Home Alone playing in the background, he sat beside you on the couch, his arm settled on the back cushions, brushing against your back. He watched your screen every once in a while, fascinated as your little pixelated character ran around, planting parsnips and fighting little green blobs.

Your phone buzzed, a notification from Tinder blinking on its screen before going black again. It was one of their promotional messages, begging you to try their premium service, but why would you when it was already so rough out there?

Raph was quiet for a long moment before saying, “You tryin’ to date again?”

“I was. I don’t know.” You shrugged. “The dating pool up there is rough.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” You looked over at him.

“Nothin’, I just…I think ya should delete it.”

“I probably should.” You shrugged and leaned on him, hoping he’d finally take the hint.

“Yeah, her crush isn’t on there anyway.” Mikey chuckled.

Raph narrowed his eyes. “You got a crush?”

“I do and you’re gonna be down a brother if he doesn’t shut up about it.” You glared at him over your Switch, causing the youngest turtle to laugh mischievously.

“Huh. Didn’t know that.” Raph crossed his arms, withdrawing them from around you, jealousy bubbling just beneath his surface. It was almost hilarious how oblivious he was, if not utterly infuriating.

You stayed for the rest of the movie before starting to pack up your stuff to go home. “Hey Raph, would you walk me back?”

“Sure.” He replied, a little shorter with you than usual. “Got everything?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, looking up at him.

“Great. Let’s go.”

The city was quiet, snowflakes falling. You loved New York in winter. There was so much to do and it was beautiful. Well, until the snow turned to slush, that was, then it wasn’t so fun. But right now, the way it looked, it was like your own personal snow globe.

Raph got you to your apartment in one piece, and he was about to turn to leave, but you put a hand on his arm.

“Hey, do you wanna come up? Hang out for a bit?”

“Uh, sure.” He nodded, motioning up to your fire escape. “Race ya.”

“Ha. For your sake and mine I hope the elevator’s working today.” You chuckled, walking into the building and taking the elevator up to the fifth floor. Once you were inside, Raph’s hulking silhouette was looming in the window. You crossed the room, unlocking the window and opening it for him.

“Thanks.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, watching as he entered the room, standing somewhat awkwardly as he waited for you to say something.

“So…this crush ah yours…I know ‘em?” Raph asked tentatively, shifting from one foot to the other.

You chuckled. “You…do, actually. Pretty well, I would think.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh.”

“Oh.” You repeated, taking a few steps closer, looking up at him. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, though. I get it.”

“Wait, you mean me?” His eyes widened, staring at you. “Holy shit.”

You burst into laughter. “Yes I mean you! Who did you think I meant?”

“I dunno, like Leo or…Casey or somethin’ not…” His expression softened. “Me?”

“You.” You confirmed, taking that final step and taking one of his gigantic hands with your own.

“Are ya sure?” he asked, fingers tentatively curling around yours.

“Positive.”

He grinned. He looked around your apartment. “Aw, shorty, where’s your mistletoe when I need it?”

“You don’t need it.” You assured him, standing on your toes as he met you in the middle, finally, finally pressing his lips to yours.

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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Hey, just found your blog can I get a uhhhh Crosshairs x plus-sized!reader who isn't very confident abt how they look? He's been teasing them lately and didn't know how much it affected them (yay for repressed emotions (sarcasm)) until he notices that they've stopped joking/teasing him back and have gone weirdly quiet, please?

Hello! So it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I took a nap and rewrote a whole new scenario that goes to your prompt! I hope you like angst with a cheesy fluffy ending!!

It's a tiny bit tweaked but its so itty bitty tiny bit tweaked.

Crosshairs x plus-size!gn!reader

Bee and Cade had just come back to the safe house after a supply run when they heard Crosshairs and Hound going at it. As per usual, you were sitting on Crosshairs’s shoulder holding on tight to the side of his head with all your might. Bee rolled his eyes, “Another fight. Wonder what it’s about this time?” he said switching through stations. Cade huffed out a chuckle then looked at how desperate and uncomfortable you looked. You were trying to tell Crosshairs to relax, “Shut it, kid. I can handle my own unlike you,” he side-eyed you. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, “I know how to handle myself better considering the maturity gap between us you ass. I just don’t like you arguing over something so stupid.” Cade sensed the sudden increase in tension and Bee was about to step in to grab you when Crosshairs grabbed you off his shoulder, “Oh, so now you’re siding with the fat ass? Guess the big ones have to stick together huh?” you were shocked at that and everyone froze when Crosshairs plopped you down on the ground. He wasn’t exactly gentle with it and you landed on your ass roughly. Crosshairs cringed at how you landed then Bee stepped up and pushed him back as he and Hound stood between you two. Cade went to help you up to make sure you were ok. You were on your feet and let out a small, “I’m fine,” before you quickly walked off to inside the crumbling building next to you. “You’re a real asshat you know that?” Hound said, crossing his arms. Crosshairs went quiet for once before he turned into the stingray and drove off. “I’ll go talk to them,” Cade said, going into the building to search for you.

Cade finally found you on the top floor sitting on a window sill looking outside the window. “Hey, you ok?” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I’ve heard worse. I’ll get over it,” you look at him with a small smile to try and ease his worry. You’ve been friends for years and he knew about your insecurities so he didn’t believe you when you said you were ok. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first time he’s said something. You’ve been giving him too much of a break with that and you need to stop letting him get away with it.” You looked at the ground and sighed, “You’re right. I just care for him a lot and I know he doesn’t know what you know. I don’t think he even noticed that we’ve been becoming more distant.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling, “Usually it's always said jokingly, but today it was definitely different.” Cade sighed as he walked closer and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “It’s not ok even if it’s jokingly said, (N/N). C’mon, I need your help with some of the stuff I got.”

Eventually Crosshairs came back and you both just pretended like nothing happened. He tried to pull you aside to take you for a ride, but you said you were busy. He came back almost every hour you were with Cade, but you brushed him off every single time. At this point, Crosshairs is feeling a little defeated. You never say no to riding with him. At least, not until lately, but especially not when he asks more than twice. You often cave in on the second ask. The rides you have agreed to in the past few days have been more quiet than normal. It’s almost always filled with you guys flirting and you laughing until you can’t breathe at some dumb joke he said. This time when he would say a joke, you either let out a little laugh or a scoff. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

You didn’t want to talk about what happened and you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say anyways. Cade was right, you needed to stick up for yourself. After a couple more hours of working on stuff with Cade, you got tired and decided to take a break. You were finally feeling better from earlier as you took a little walk to go over the events with Crosshairs lately. You’re having very conflicted feelings about him at the moment because one minute he’s sweet and flirty and the next he’s making snide comments about your appearance. They were half sweet, but also half mean. It’s making you go crazy just trying to figure out to be flattered or insulted. You let out a long sigh.

There was an abandoned car nearby and you walked over to it and laid down on the hood to look up at the sky. You smiled a little, reminiscing about the drives you used to take with Crosshairs at night and how he would have you perched on one of his legs with one hand resting by your side and a couple fingers wrapped around you softly resting on your stomach and thighs. He used to tell you stories of his life on Cybertron, which you knew was hard for him to do considering it’s gone. You would tell him stories about your life on Earth which was hard because you felt lame at how different your life was from his. He always listened to every word just like you did when listening to him.

You felt your vision blur and closed your eyes and took deep breaths. You sat up on the hood and cried into your hands. You’ve been holding in the disappointment and hurt from the day and you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so heartbroken because you really cared for Crosshairs and you’re thinking how all those little moments with him were just little moments. He can’t possibly reciprocate your feelings when he treated you the way he did today.

You didn’t hear the car roll up next to you until you heard them transform and look at the ground as they moved to stand in front of you. You sniff and wipe away the tears on your face refusing to look up knowing exactly who it was. You heard Crosshairs sigh as he kneeled down and put his finger under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. He smacked his teeth when your eyes didn’t meet his gaze. “C’mon darlin’. You can’t avoid me forever,” he said softly. You moved your gaze up just to stop at his chin. “Please.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, but he spoke so softly you almost didn’t believe it came from him. You finally locked eyes with the man in front of you. He gave a small smile, “Ah, my favorite eyes in the whole universe.” You rolled your eyes slightly before smiling a little bit. “I’m sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t realize how… insensitive I was being to you. You’re the one person on this whole planet that I care for more than anythin’.” He paused to look your face over. “I… love… I love every single thing about you. Your looks, your presence, your brain, your heart, and every little hair on your head. I mean it when I say it. I’m in love with every part of you” You laughed a little at that getting teary-eyed, “Who knew you could be such a smooth talker,” you laughed at his smile dropping at your comment. It came right back though because he missed hearing your laugh. “I’ been told I’m actually quite charming.” You wheezed out another laugh at that. Crosshairs chuckled at that himself, just happy to see your face light up like that again.

He looked back into your eyes and to the both of you, it seemed your eyes shined brighter. He gently brought his hand up again and rested it under your chin as he brought his head closer to yours. You feel the coolness of his forehead as it touches yours softly. You breathed in deeply as his hand dropped to rest on your side, his hand covering your hip and fingers wrapping around your back. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, “I love you Cross. Every little bit of you.” Crosshairs hummed happily. “I hope ya know, yer my sparkmate fer the rest of time,” he said as he reluctantly pulled his face from yours, “yer not ever getting rid o’ me, love.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled and picked you up before sitting with his back against the car sitting you in his lap with your back against his chest and his hand wrapped around your middle as you both looked up at the stars losing yourselves in conversation.

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starshine-wagner · 11 months

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Midnight Dip

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.

Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.

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Better Than

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: After a big fight with your girlfriend, her family try to help you both patch things up.

| Fluff & Angst | 1.8K | unwanted attention, swearing, accused of cheating, idea of a three-some?

AC: Picturing the death glare Florence would be giving a guy flirting with you is SENDING ME.

*This is a request from my old blog*

It was a normal thing for you to accompany your girlfriend, Florence to events she was invited too, you’d watch how the spotlight made her look so beautiful but to she’s always been beautiful, more when she’s just woken up in the morning.

The night started off normally, you and Florence attended an afterparty, the room full of other actors and actresses, plenty of drinks to put on the tab, loud music, pretty lights and groups full of small talk. You kissed Flo’s cheek before wondering up to the bar to get you and her a refill, the wait was a little long giving the amount of people here.

“Well, aren’t you the prettiest thing” a deep voice spoke beside you, turning your head to look at the tall gentleman with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. You threw him a soft smile, “thank you” you said before watching the bartender, hoping the guy would catch on you weren’t interest.

“What’s your pretty little name?” he asked, you look back to him “Uh, Y/n”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Dylan” he replied. “You too” you looked back to the bartender trying to wave him down. “Here, let me” Dylan said, leaning forward. “Hey, can I grab some service over here please?” he called rather loudly. “Be there in a second!” the bartender called back.

“Thanks” you said softly. You felt him place his hand on your lower back, “it’s okay, what are you drinking?” he asked, you tried to squirm out of his touch, but you were sandwiched between him and another girl to your right. “Oh, just wine” you said in an uncomfortable tone.

Back at the table, Florence sat back and watched as this stranger had his hands on her girlfriend, if looks could kill, he would’ve been dead the second he said hello.

“Two of your finest reds please” Dylan spoke to the bartender once he finally came down to the two of you. “Oh, no, sorry I’m actually here with somebody” you looked up at the tall brown eyed man. “boyfriend?” he questioned. “Girlfriend actually” you corrected him. Dylan licked his lips at the idea, “well, maybe she join us. Which pretty other girl here is your friend?” he asked casing you to laugh in his face.

From where Florence was sitting it looked as if you were really enjoying the attention. Flo bit the inside of her cheek before standing from her seat and walking over to the two of you.

“No, she wouldn’t be open to that idea” Florence heard you tell the guy. “Babe” you heard her voice behind you, “Hi love, I was just telling Dylan he-“

“Can we go please?” she asked cutting you off. You looked at her for a second and nodded. Florence walked to the back of the room where the entrance was and met you outside.

“Is everything okay love?” you asked, concern why her mood switch.

“What the hell was that?!” she snapped, turning to face you. This took you back a second. “What was what?” you asked matching her tone. “You and prince charming in there, his hands were all over you” she pointed out.

“Florence don’t even go there!” you looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“No, I think I will” she crossed her arms.

“Really? You really think I was enjoying that back there?”

“Sure as hell looked like it, laughing at his petty jokes, letting his hands touch you like that. You didn’t even try to stop him! How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Florence I’m not doing this again, not after my last relationship!” you turned around to walk away.

“Okay, fine! Walk away, that’s what you did last time isn’t it?” you heard her say, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to her. “Wow Florence, nice!” you shook your head, “it’s not my fault you’re insecure about us, you don’t trust me that’s on you. I’ve never done anything to make you question that trust!” you spoke sternly.

“What do you expect me to think when I see stuff like that?! Y/n I feel so stupid to think that you wouldn’t enjoy the attention from a guy like that”

“Wow, you’re coming in strong tonight aren’t you” you shook your head once more. “Screw you, Florence!” you stormed off, calling a cab to take you home.

----

“Hey, how was the afterparty?” Raffie greeted you as you returned to your shared home with Florence. Her family was visiting for a couple of weeks. “Just fine” you muttered continuing to walk to the bedroom, grabbing an overnight bag and throwing in some outfits and other basic needs.

“Where’s Y/n?” Florence asked Raffie in passing as she walked in the door. “She went to your bedroom, is everything okay?” Raffie questioned. Florence didn’t answer.

“Y/n” you heard Florence’s voice enter the bedroom. You grabbed your toothbrush throwing it in your bag. “Babe, please I’m…” her sentence stopped once she saw you in the shared bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, your bag full of some of your things. “Where are you going?” she asked with a frown.

“Until you can work out whatever the hell it is that made you distrust me, I’ll be staying at my parents. Don’t call me until you’ve worked it out” you explained, bypassing her.

“Y/n this is stupid, don’t go!” she begged.

“No Florence! What’s stupid is you getting jealous like this. I’m not fighting about it. You’ve made it clear you think I want somebody else that isn’t you!” you continued to walk out of the room.

“Fine go! Run back to him” she mumbled loud enough for you to hear. You dropped your bags in the living room and turned around to face her again. “You are being so fucking childish right now!” you spoke trying not to make a scene in front of her family as they watched from the living room. “I thought you were better than this Florence!” you added leaving her to watch you leave the shared home, slamming the door shut.

“Fuck!” Florence sighed as she slammed the door to the shared bedroom shut.

“Woah” Raffie mumbled.

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It’s been a week since your fight with Florence, she’s tried calling you daily, but you let her ring to voicemail, texts every day saying she was sorry and she wanted to give you space but you were so mad at her for accusing you of wanting to cheat on her, she wasn’t even open to the idea of hearing the story of what really happened.

“You should talk to her” your mother said as she watched you ignore the 4th call today.

“No mom, if she wants to talk so badly, she’s knowing where I am” you replied before turning your phone off completely.

You hated this more than anything, you don’t want to break up, you love Florence but if she can’t trust that you only have eyes for her than maybe it was the only option.

----

“Florence, go and see her!” Raffie insisted as Florence reached your voicemail once again. “She doesn’t want to see me, now her phone doesn’t even ring” she sighed.

“What even happened?” Raffie asked.

“It doesn’t matter” Flo mumbled.

“It must if it has the two of you like this” Deb spoke up. Florence looked over to her mother with sad eyes. “Honey, you should’ve given her a chance to explain things. Somethings things are never as they look” she added. “Mom’s right” Clint looked at his green-eyed daughter. Florence knew they were right, she missed you and she knew she fucked up.

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“Y/n, darling” your mother knocked on your childhood bedroom door. “Come in” you said kindly, “love, Florence is at the door” she informed you. With a nod you made your way to the front door, Florence smiled softly “can we talk?” she asked. You nodded, crossing your arms “go ahead” you said sternly.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve let you explain things” she started.

“No, stop” you said. Florence frowned slightly, “you should’ve just trusted me, regardless of the story. That’s the problem here Flo, you didn’t trust me” you added.

“I know and I should’ve, I do trust you. It’s them I don’t trust” she explained.

“Florence, you think I would cheat on you, do you really think so low of me to do that to you?”

“No baby, I was stupid, I am stupid. I just couldn’t handle the sight of seeing you with somebody else”

“But I’m not with anybody else. He made me extremely uncomfortable; I didn’t want his hands on me like that, but the room was so packed I couldn’t move away.” You sighed, letting your arms rest by your side. “Florence, I love you more than I have ever loved anybody else before. It hurt to think you thought I would risk what we had for some sleezy guy who only wanted one thing” you explained.

“But I heard what you said”

“No, what you heard was me telling him that you wouldn’t be open to the idea of us sleeping with him”

“Wait… he wanted…”

“Yes. Flo, I understand what you saw hurt but you have to know it wasn’t like that at all”

Florence sighed to herself for being so stupid, she stood a step forward. “I’m so sorry for what I said and how I reacted, I shouldn’t have done any of that. I’m really sorry darling” she looked into your eyes, her hands gently cupping your face, “please forgive, I can’t lose you” she added. You sunk into the softness of her touch, missing how her eyes always locked onto yours perfectly. “Can you trust me?” you asked. Florence nodded quickly, “Will you come home?” she asked, her eyes falling to your lips. You nodded lightly.

Florence smiled before she kissed you tenderly. “I’m so sorry” she whispered against your lips. “I know, so am I. I’m sorry” you replied before she kissed you once more. Your mother smiled at the sight.

----

“You’re back!” Raffie jumped up and hugged you tightly, “I’m so sorry about my butthead sister! She needed a talking to” she added pulling away from the hug, you looked over at Florence and cocked and eyebrow.

“Hey, all week they gave me a lecture on how stupid I am” Florence replied while looking at her mother and father. If you couldn’t get through to Flo, you knew her family would. You mouthed a thank you to her parents as they smiled back at you.

“Can we just go upstairs and cuddle?” Flo whispered to you. You couldn’t help but smile at her soft neediness to hold you again “sure baby” you whispered back.

The family didn’t see you and Florence for the rest of the day, the two of you cuddled up in bed watching movies on Netflix while Florence expressed all the things she loves about you, everything to the smallest details. Florence getting jealous was never going to stop but you knew now that she’d never take that jealous out on you ever again. You were hers, anybody who tried to question that would have to deal with a very annoyed girlfriend.

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