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sleekswosobession · 3 months

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why would you train?

barça femeni x young!reader

prompt: i feel sick, i love sickfics. that’s it. it’s my symptoms into a story because it’s my only coping mechanism.

A/N: my friend made me sick and i’m acc annoyed now like wtf. i feel horrible.

TW: mentions of illness

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When you wake up, it feels as if someone has ran you over with a bus and drove back to do it again. Your throat was sore, your head pounding and you overall felt lethargic. The worst thing was, training was today and no matter what you’d have to go. That’s probably not true, but its been like that all your life with trainings, why stop now?

Getting through the morning was a challenge, you hoped that if you had a throat lolly and paracetamol that everything would go away and the day would roll by smoothly. How wrong you were to think that.

You arrive at training around 10 minutes late due to traffic, which meant doing extra laps. You’re glad though, it means the others haven’t realised yet. You joined at 17 and the older girls really took you under their wing and essentially adopted you. In particular Lucy and Keira. You lived with the couple until around 7 months ago. You’re 19 now.

After completing the laps assigned by Alexia you make your way over to where everyone else is and give them a half-hearted smile before apologising to Alexia. She seems content and Jona starts to explain the main plans for training. Sprints, conditioning and a scrimmage at the end. You internally groan, this was the worst day to be sick on. You just nod along with your teammates and start warming up.

Keira jogs over next to you and examines your face.

“You alright? You seem a little on edge.” She asks softly.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You say a little too quickly, before running off at a faster pace.

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After an hour or so, you feel lightheaded and start swaying before sitting on the ground. It seems the medicine did nothing to help and the previous numbness of your throat has now subsided and is replaced by the feeling of daggers. Mapi comes over sitting next to you, passing a water bottle.

“Are you ok?” She asks as you wince drinking the water that’s burning down your throat.

You nod slowly, not willing to speak but the movement only makes you feel like collapsing.

“Can I… go get someone? You don’t look too good cariño.” All you can do do is lean into her side, exhaustion taking over as your muscles ache. She makes hand movements.

Ingrid walks over along with Keira and Alexia, you notice Lucy speaking with Caroline. But still keeping a cautious eye on you from across the field.

“Hey elskling, you don’t look too bright.” Ingrid crouches down blocking the sun, which you’re eternally grateful for.

“Eh.” You shrug, looking at Keira, then Alexia and back to Ingrid.

“Mind telling us how you’re feeling? And do not lie.” This is one of the first times you’ve heard Ingrid be stern, it scares you in a way so you do as told.

“Sore throat, head hurts and feels weird and my muscles are sore.” You say, clearly in pain and your voice croaks slightly.

“Why would you train? Or not tell anyone?” Alexia asks. You shrug. “Alright, go home with Keira and get better ok? Next time you feel sick you don’t come to training understood?” You nod and Keira wraps her arm around your shoulder, Mapi holds your waist and they lift you up so you’re standing.

They take their time taking you to the car, running to the locker room to get Keira and your stuff and coming back.

“Gracias Mapi.” You whisper to the defender who pats your head and walks back to training.

“When we get back you can shower, I’ll make some food and give you cold medicine, I’m not going to ask if that’s alright with you because this is just the start of what you need to feel better.” You half smile and lean against the window looking at the bustling Barcelona.

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When arriving home, Keira helps you out and gives you some of your old clothes you still had at the house. You take a warm shower which helps your pounding head, this takes your mind of everything for a couple minutes.

After the shower you slowly make your way to the couch and plop down, almost falling asleep.

“Nope, no sleeping. I’m giving you a throat sweet to hopefully ease that pain of yours and did you take any meds this morning?” She asks.

“Paracetamol.” You whine.

“Alright, Ibuprofen it is then. Come on take these, then you can sleep however long you need.” You do as she says, and start falling asleep almost immediately as the pain starts to fade.

She lifts you up and takes you to your bedroom from when you lived here and tucks you in. Saying something about lunch, but you’re too tired to understand.

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You’re woken by someone whispering sweet nothings in your ears, you lazily open your eyes to find Lucy moving the hair out of your face and behind your ear.

“Good afternoon, Keira made soup. Are you feeling up to walking outside or would you like to stay here?” She asks, speaking in the softest and quietest voice she can muster.

“Outside.” You murmur, voice even hoarser than before, Lucy cringes at the sound.

“Alright, let’s get you up then.” You slowly follow her movements and she helps you walk to the couch, Keira is there along with Marta and Caro. There’s soup on the table and there’s only one person it could belong to.

Lucy places you down on the couch and you subconsciously lean into Keira’s comfort.

“Alright bug, I’m gonna get you to eat all this soup alright? I’ve also made some tea which should hopefully soothe your throat a little bit more.” You nod, too tired and too sore to do anything else.

Keira feeds you the soup and watches as you wince slightly every-time you swallow, she saddenes at the sight.

“You’re doing well, only a couple more bites love.” She whispers.

After you’ve eaten it all, your throat is still sore, your headache has gone away for the most part but the sore throat just never seems to leave.

“Nena, how bad does your throat still hurt?” Marta says, turning her focus toward you after whispering with Lucy.

“Worse than before.” Your voice rasps and it pains to speak, the girls understand perfectly well.

“Alright, we will look after you until you’re better. You should have another one of those throat soothers. That should hopefully ease your pain a little bit.” Caro says, moving to place her hand on your knee. You smile in agreement.

Over the next 2 days they look after you until full health. It’s nice and you endlessly thank them for their caring natures.

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ok guys i need ur help, i got a request for aitana x ona and i’m not sure whether to post on tumblr or ao3 🤷 also if anyone can tell me how to write about 2 people my messages are open

anyways hope you enjoyed, my throat is killing me. stay safe friends 🕺 i have 2 more requests sooo plz request

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natailiatulls07 · 7 months

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The golden trio Pt 4

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warnings - talks of hate, slight talks of sex, swearing

The golden trio

Going Purple podcast

Text (Orange: Lando) (White: Max F)

Hey mate, can I ask for some advice??

Yo what’s up? You haven’t been jailed for doing something dangerous whilst drunk have you?? 🫣

No not this time lol. So me and Y/n slept together the other night whilst we were drunk and then the next morning she asked me if I remembered…

Oh god no, please tell me you didn’t say what I think you said 😟

I said that I don’t remember and then quickly shut it down. But now I think she feels like she meaningless towards me

Mate you fucked up big time

Ik, her face was so disappointed and upset I could tell immediately even though she tried to hide it 😣

Look Lando, I don’t know how to help you with that one honestly

Yeah I guessed that, it’s fine I’ll figure it out. Just needed to get it off my chest for now though

Good luck mate 👍🏻

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Wishing on a shooting star for you

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charles_leclerc

Since Y/n decided to expose me and Max, we decided to expose her. So here you go, you stitched yourself up Bee 😂

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username Y/n with her pink eye mask is the cutest thing ever!!

maxverstappen1

Part two of pay back expose Y/n!!

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username That vanity is the definition of girl messy and it’s just amazing!!

username I love the whole dynamic of this trio 🤩

yourusername When did you take a photo of my vanity??

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= charles_leclerc how does it get so messy? Like wtf

username I’ve just realised that Y/n is actually very relatable ngl

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wlw-imagines · 1 month

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It’s Not What It Looks Like - Eloise Bridgerton/Reader (Bridgerton)

request: “can you make like a eloise bridgerton and her lover get caught?” - anon

a/n: very excited to have the time to be writing again, happy days -- set at beginning/mid season 2 ig?? also regency homophobia? pft the bridgertons are above that shit (mostly... so this is a sprinkling of regency homophobia warning ig but more gay pride really !!)

back to new fresh writing from this year (how is it 2024 wtf) - word count is almost 6k yo + no editing because i do not want to

The two of you giggled like little children as you raced one another up the stairs. Eloise pulled on your arm in an attempt to overtake you but you just about managed to beat her to the spot - despite her cheating tactics.

You tangled your fingers with hers, holding onto her hand as you opened the door to her room, “We should cause a nuisance to your Mother more often.” You looked over your shoulder and made eye contact as you spoke, grinning mischievously.

Her cheeks turned a sweet rosy colour as she mirrored your smile, letting go of your hand in favour of wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hands rested on your hips.

“Hmm, what a punishment to get sent away to be together.” Eloise expelled an over-dramatic sigh before letting out a light laugh. “After all, we are just doing what we’re told.” She shrugged innocently and moved around you, sitting down and landing on her bed with a bounce.

You laughed, letting your gaze linger across her room, acquainting yourself once more with Eloise’s own space and all the small things that had changed since you were last here, “It seems extremely unlike you to ever do what you are told, my love.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, before patting the space next to her.

“Come here, sit.” She smiled and shifted slightly to the side, “Perhaps close the door first.” You let out a small laugh and turned around, gently pushing the door shut.

Turning back to Eloise, you quirked up an eyebrow and smiled, taking a few steps back to stand in front of her, “Is the door shut so we may have further deep discussions about the poetry you leant me? Because if so-”

As soon as you were close enough, Eloise interrupted you and pulled your body between her legs, pressing against her front. Before you could try to finish your sentence, El had her hand resting on your jaw and had pulled you towards her to kiss you.

Her kiss was, as always, full of emotion and meaning, though today it was also a kiss with a hint of urgency. You let yourself relax into her as she kept your body firmly against hers in as many ways as possible - craving your touch.

You pulled away gently and rested against her. She closed her eyes and smiled, “I must admit to wanting to do that for the longest time.”

Putting your hand back under her chin, you whispered, “You may do it again, if you so wish.”

She wrapped her arms around you, rolling and pulling you onto the bed so you were lying on top of her and she giggled, peppering your face with kisses.

“We should be careful, my love.” You said, pursing your lips and glancing at the door as you pushed yourself up. El sighed and pulled you back against her, a slight pout on her lips.

She jutted her chin up slightly in defiance and her pout gave way to a soft smile, “Maybe I do not want to be careful.”

You let out a small snort and gently raised an eyebrow again, “Hmm,” You pressed a few soft kisses to the corner of her mouth, before moving yourself so you were laying next to her with your legs still across her lap - ignoring her protests. You felt something crackle beneath you and moved to grab it and, upon realising it was the newest Whistledown, you held it out to Eloise, “Did you read the latest gossip?”

She groaned lightly in frustration at your distraction tactics but humoured you all the same, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow, “I may have been distracted half way through. It arrived just before you did.” Her hand came to rest on your stomach and she gently traced her fingers over the material of your dress.

“Where did you get to?” You asked, the gossip already opened as you re-read the pieces you had seen earlier in the day. Eloise raised her head slightly to look at the paper in your hand and gestured to the third paragraph of the first page.

“Perhaps around there?” She shrugged slightly.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, but you completely missed the best bit!”

“Read it to me?” Eloise asked, looking to you through her eyelashes. You smiled, blushing at the intimacy of the moment.

“Surely there are more romantic things for me to read to you?”

She just hummed and rested her head against your shoulder, “My heart is so full for you that anything you do makes it beat faster.”

“You’re very soppy, you know that right?” The blush on your cheeks increased tenfold and you couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brushing your noses together before moving back slightly.

Before you could get another word out, Eloise’s door burst open and Hyacinth fell into the room, a broad grin on her face. Her eyes skipped around the room, looking for the two of you, “Hello? Sister, please - please may I borrow your silk ribbons for m-

You did your best to scramble up and put a bit more platonic space between yourself and Eloise, “H! Good afterno-”

Eloise lazily rolled over, glancing over her shoulder to see her sister, “Hyacinth? Go away. We were in the middle of-”

Hyacinth cleared her throat and had already begun retreating backwards out of the room, her face bright red, “Oh... I didn’t- Sorry, excuse me.”

Your heart was beating faster now and you called out in an attempt to stop her. You wanted to try to explain that it’s not what it looked like at all, “H, wait-”

“Don’t, just let her go. Stay here with me.” Eloise took your hand and tried to pull you back into her again but you resisted this time.

“No, El, what if she tells someone?”

Eloise sat up next to you with exaggerated effort and huffed, “What would she say? Besides, I still want to do this...” She leant towards you, her hand brushing against your hips as she gently connected her lips with yours, “And you were going to read to me?” She whispered, mere inches away from capturing your lips with hers once more.

“What would she-? Really, my love? What would you say if you were to see... the Duke, for example, practically straddling your sister?”

“Straddling? We weren’t straddling, we were just- It’s not...” The realisation dawned on her as she looked at you and considered the close proximity - her hand on your lower stomach, your legs tangled together. Her face went pale as she whispered, “Oh, fuck. Hyacinth! Sister, it is not what it seems.” She untangled herself from you and jumped off the bed, gathering her skirts as she chased after her sister. “Hyacinth!”

You took a second to panic before pushing yourself off the bed and you followed El out the room, almost crashing into her back on the landing outside, “Where has she gone?” You asked El, who shrugged and you could see the similar panic in her eyes, mirroring your own.

“Mama!” Hyacinth’s voice drifted to you from below. Your head snapped round to the stairs.

“Bloody hell!” Eloise muttered under her breath, running around you to get to the stairs. She thundered down them and, if you weren’t worried about Hyacinth, then you would have laughed at her complete unladylike stomping.

Hyacinth’s voice wailed again as she looked around for her family, “Mama!”

“Oh my, whatever is the matter?” Violet’s voice joined the mix once Hyacinth had found her, evidently exasperated with all her children’s drama.

“It was Y/N and Eloise! They were... together.”

It felt as though there was an audible eyeroll before the two of you heard a response, “Well, yes, I sent them both upstairs to talk about their books and other such stuff. They were too loud down here with all their... chatter.” Just as she finished talking, both you and Eloise hurtled around the corner and into the sitting room, in which the whole family was sitting.

Eloise quickly - and loudly - voiced her objections to whatever accusations she had been picturing her sister making, “Mother, whatever Hyacinth has just said... she is lying. She is withholding the truth from you, as she often does, and-”

Hyacinth’s nostrils flared slightly in annoyance, “I do not!” She interrupted, frowning over at her sister, who quickly (and childlishly) responded right back.

“Do too!”

“Eloise, be kind to your sister.” Lady Violet quickly put her hands up to signal for the two sisters to stop talking and to find some kind of peace, “Besides, she has said nothing but that the two of you were talking.” She shrugged and began to turn back to the rest of the family but Hyacinth piped up again, more confusion and irritation lacing her voice this time.

You quietly and quickly prayed to any deity listening that Hyacinth’s words wouldn’t be utterly discriminating, you still had a chance to wriggle your way out of any current accusations.

“No, I don’t mean talking.” Hyacinth rolled her eyes and her cheeks turned red, “Mama, you must believe me. They were... together!”

Violet let out a deep breath and shrugged apologetically, “Darling, I do not know what you mean.”

You clear your throat and try to shrug nonchalantly, but ends up an awkward flail, “No one does- I mean, it’s fine. Let us all go back to what we were doing, how about that?” You try to move the conversation on - desperately, you must admit.

Simon raises an eyebrow and tilts his head ever so slightly at you, you blush and shake your head. This immediately causes a smirk to break out on his lips, which he clearly does his best to suppress or to hide but this just brings Daphne’s attention to him. You are sure your blush is a permanent feature now.

“Hyacinth, you always cause such a rush and a chaos, running down here to announce nonsense. What do you mean ‘they are together’?” Daphne herself chooses to chime in, frowning at Simon with a questioning glint in her eye.

Eloise lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes her head, “I rather think she means nothing, so-”

Anthony sighed deeply and in an over-exaggerated manner, leaning his head on his palm before snapping, “No more breath need be wasted on this subject. They were together, so what?” He shrugged, clearly bored of the conversation and fuss, and dropped his hands to his knees.

Eloise brightened up and gestured towards him as she looked and nodded to the rest of her family and then focused her gaze back to Anthony, “Well said, brother!”

“Eloise!” Colin gasped and you did all you could to suppress a groan of disbelief. Anthony immediately straightened in his seat, a fresh interest lighting up his eyes.

“What?” She looked to you with slight alarm, sensing she had done something wrong.

“Agreeing so vehemently with Anthony? I never thought I’d see the day!” Colin leant forward, looking between Anthony and Eloise. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if my suspicions weren’t first raised by Hyacinth screaming the house down - now they well and truly are.”

Eloise took a deep breath in and shuffled her feet slifghtly before rolling her eyes, “Sometimes... I occasionally might agree with what he has to say.” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, staring defiantly at Colin.

“No, you don’t.” Anthony challenged, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

Eloise frowned and gritted her teeth, “Yes, I do.”

He let out a scoff, “No, I am sure that you do not.”

“I simply insist that I do!”

You let out a small sigh and sunk down into the armchair next to Simon and Daphne. Simon sent you a glance that, at first one may think was sympathetic, but, upon further inspection, showed he was clearly enjoying your public annihilation. You just glared at him, which made him simply smile. Infuriating man.

Colin stood up between the two of them and gestured to Eloise, “Now look! You can’t even agree as to whether you agree.”

“So, what, pray tell, is going on?” Daphne raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Simon and clearly clocking the looks you were giving one another.

You reluctantly cleared your throat, deciding now was a good time to take the heat off from Eloise who was clearly struggling, “I promise, nothing untoward is happening here. We were just playing games, weren’t we H?” You smiled over at Hyacinth, begging her with your eyes to just go along with it.

Hyacinth’s eyes lit up, “Like Daph, and the Duke!” You audibly groaned this time. This kid would not take any hints.

VIolet hesitated, her eyes flitting from one daughter to the next, Hyacinth to Daphne to Eloise, before letting out a confused- “What?”

“They were together... like them!” Hyacinth looked slightly triumphant as she pointed across to Simon and Daphne.

Simon raised an eyebrow and shook his head before muttering under his breath, “Oh, no. Please don’t drag us into this.” You wanted to turn to him and stick your tongue out, but realised that was probably not the best move to play in this very moment.

“Well, I rather think we should let the two in question answer us.” Daphne stared pointedly at the two of you.

“Here, here!” Simon quickly chimed in, wearing another annoying smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You were about to attempt to protest but as you opened your mouth Eloise defiantly piped up, “Fine.” She shrugged, as nonchalant as she could be.

“What?” You asked in a low voice with a bit of urgency, looking up at where she was standing above you.

You locked eyes and she nodded, clearly trying to convey a message (of which you had speaking slowly. “Y/N and I were...” She hesitated and you started to panic, knowing you had to come up with something in order to save her.

“Arguing.” Eloise said at the exact same time as you interjected with- “Dancing.”

Eloise swirled back around to look at you, “Dancing? Why in the heavens would we be dancing?” She all but hissed and you looked at her with equal confusion.

“Your sister and her husband dance together... I don’t know?” You rolled your eyes before gesturing at her as you stood up, “Better, in my lowly opinion, than arguing.”

“I had a plan! If you just let me say it then we would be fine right now.” She lowered her voice - as if that would stop everyone (who all had their eyes glued to the pair of you) from hearing your conversation.

You shook your head, “Eloise, you were floundering!”

“I was not.” El all but stomped her foot, “I was... pausing for dramatic effect.”

“No, you always do that long pause whenever you are moments away from coming up with a lie. Everyone knows that!” Your voice rose slightly and you gestured to everyone in the room. In your peripheral vision, you could see Daphne raise her eyebrows before nodding. Even if you couldn’t keep the two of you a secret any longer, at least you had the vindication of winning that single point.

You watched as Eloise tried to come up with a rebuttal but, as already established, you were clearly correct. You grinned at her, utterly triumphant, and she just sighed before fondly rolling her eyes and letting her own smile mirror your own.

A clearing of the throat broke the brief silence and Colin’s voice soon followed, “It doesn’t take a genius to understand that the two of you are clearly lying but... really, Y/N? I mean, I must agree. Dancing? Eloise doesn’t dance lest she makes Mother believe she wants to be married off to the unlucky suitor.”

Eloise quickly shifted her glance to Colin and frowned, “I dance.” She insisted at the same time as you moodily grumbled out, “We dance.” and sat back down. To which Colin simply raised an eyebrow and opened his palms.

“Well, in that case, maybe Mother should marry her off to you.” He said and, seconds later, his gaze shifted to one of understanding. He went to open his mouth and shut it moments later.

Hyacinth let out a loud, frustrated sigh and pointed at Colin, “That’s my point! They were behaving like they’re married!”

“Right... I see.” Violet sat up stiffer in her chair and glanced down at her entwined hands before looking up to her daughter, “Hyacinth, go to your room.”

“But-”

Hyacinth went to protest but was quickly shut down with a steely one word response from her mother - “Go.” Reluctantly (and rather sulkily), she retreated out of the family room and stomped up every single stair before shutting the door to her bedroom rather loudly.

Throughout this, Violet’s eyes restlessly moved from her hands, to Eloise, and back, before eventually landing on Eloise completely. “Now, Eloise, I will only ask you this once. Were you- What was it that the two of you were... Tell me what Hyacinth means by...” Her mother danced around the subject, her hands working at the fabric of her dress, until Daphne sighed loudly and moved her body to sit facing Eloise.

“Mother remains to lack a certain skill of talking directly about... certain things. May I ask instead... are the two of you fucking?” She kept eye contact the whole time, hardly reacting as her mother physcially flinched and gasped, her cheeks turning rosy.

“Daphne!” Violet spoke, aghast.

Daphne eventually turned to her mother, “What? You cannot dilly-dally around with such a subject.” She shrugged and turned back to the two of you.

“I... yes. I guess perhaps... that is what I was getting around to in a way.” Violet’s gaze evetually settled on the two of you as well.

You knew this direct line of questioning (and outing by Eloise’s sister) was going to be slightly harder to avoid than previously. And even then you hadn’t managed to do a convincing job of it. Still, the two of you bravely (stupidly) fought on.

Eloise vehemently shook her head, “I- no! We don’t...” She put her hand on your shoulder, which would normlly be soothing, but you pushed it off, hoping no one saw (they clearly did). “I mean we weren’t-”

You squirmed in your seat slightly. Explaining your relationship with El’s family was not what you had planned for the day, “What Eloise is trying to say is-” Eloise shook her hand at you, trying to forge on with her own sentence.

“To say ‘fucking’ is too-”

Your eyes widened at the way in which this conversation seemed to be going, “Eloise!” You cut her off, cheeks ablaze.

She looked across to you with innocent eyes, “What! I-”

Before she could land you in it even more, you tried to steer this into safer territory - desperate not to have to talk about sex in front of Eloise’s family, “Okay, listen-”

Again, Eloise managed to charge on. You slumped back in your chair, exhausted from trying to keep Eloise under control and away from the topic of fucking, “You know, I find it very interesting that... pleasuring a woman is deemed purely a male pastime and not-”

You let out a groan of frustration and sighed, taking hold of Eloise’s hand and squeezing softly, “El, my love, not the time.” She kept hold of your hand and turned to you. You took this as an opportunity to actually talk, “She meant we were not doing anything of the... sort. We would not even perchance dream of-”

Before you could finish your sentence, yet another Bridgerton was interrupting you. You involuntarily squeezed Eloise’s hand, tense at having to fight off more allegations, “They definitely are... surely. Look at them.” Daphne spoke.

You looked around the room. To Simon, who looked in pain at how much he was having to hold in a laugh. Daphne, who looked victorious. Colin, who still had an annoying, clever (but not unkind) smirk on his face. Anthony, who - in all honestly - couldn’t look much more like he was living a nightmare - perhaps tortured was the word. He was probably not feeling up to dealing with yet another Bridgerton scandal or another duel at dawn (which, for the record, neither were you). And Violet, who had started to return to a more normal colouring in her face, was looking slightly more relaxed - although you still couldn’t really read the woman.

Then... Eloise, who, since you had interrupted her, had been gazing at you. You were fools to believe that you could keep this under wraps. You finally saw her as if you were looking from the outside in and she had the most ridiculous, overpowering, gorgeous love-eyes you had ever seen. You melted in your chair slightly. You’d do anything to not have to give this up.

Eloise squeezed your hand gently and enveloped you in a hug as she was still standing and as you were still sitting, squeezing you into her side. She took a step back and held out both her hands. You hesitated but nodded, slipping your hands into hers.

With her gaze holding yours she nodded, “Yes, fine, we’re fucking.”

“Eloise!” You gasped, letting go of her hands and swatting at her head. She let out a laugh as she ducked away from you. Simon, next to you, finally let out the laugh he had been holding and Daphne quickly joined in. You turned to them, with red cheeks once more, “It’s not funny! Eloise, you’re being crass. And an ass. And anything else that rhymes!”

“I’m just answering the question I was given!” She grinned cheekily, stepping close enough to tempt another attempt at a hit from you, before dodging it just in time and letting out another laugh. You couldn’t help but start to grin at the absurdity of the situations, Eloise laughing wildly as she jumped around you, Simon shaking with laughter next to you. Even Anthony may have let out a small laugh. Maybe.

“Okay, stop, everyone.” Violet’s voice interrupted the slight moment of insanity, “How long has this been going on for?”

Eloise, still slightly puffed out from dodging your attacks, shrugged the question off, “Mother, it’s not-”

“How long?” Violet’s eyes were steely as she raised an eyebrow, tutting when Eloise let the silence stretch on a bit too long.

“Perhaps just a handful of months? Two? Or three. Maybe four?” Eloise’s smile shrank with every word.

“Under my roof?”

You slid back into your seat and quietly mumbled, “Under many a roof, in all fairness.” Although Violet had clearly heard as she frowned.

“What is this?” She asked gesturing between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” Eloise asked, stubborn as always, pushing her mother further than perhaps necessary.

Violet sighed and her eyes raised to the ceiling, “Eloise? Is this just your way of rebelling away from what is expected? From society? From me?” She asked, eyes landing back to Eloise.

“Mother-”

You wished you could bring back the laughter from moments ago. You gritted your teeth, annoyed at the woman you practically saw as your own mother. You hadn’t planned on telling anyone. Really you were going to try to live your whole lives together without anyone finding out. Which, in retrospect, had seemed a bit foolish. But you had hoped that Violet, and the Bridgerton family, of all people would be slightly more free-minded than this.

You stood up, putting yourself between Eloise and Violet, “This isn’t a rebellion.” You huffed out, angrily and frowned at Violet to really prove the point that you were angry at her. As the silence drew on and Eloise didn’t voice her approval of your input, you started to doubt yourself. You slowly turned to Eloise, eyes soft with sudden worry and feeling of self-consciousness, “Is it?”

“Of course not.” She frowned in dismay, shaking her head as she held your chin in her hands for a few moments. She then moved forward so she was shoulder to shoulder with you, “Mother, I- I don’t work to society’s rules. I’m not... it’s not my fault. It’s just me.”

This was it. This was the make or break. You took in a deep breath and interlinked your fingers with Eloise’s. Stronger together. “El-” You whispered, your heart hammering. Violet had to accept you. She had to.

Violet’s voice came out slightly wobbly, “Eloise, of course it’s not your fault, you just-”

Before Violet could say anything more Eloise interjected, “I love her, I do. I love Y/N. Like you loved Father.” She sniffled slightly. You took a long sideways look at her and squeezed your eyes shut. Come on Violet. “I remember watching and wanting and yearning for what you had, ever since I was young. And I couldn’t understand why I could not even fathom that with any man in the ton. I haven’t known who I am. But I have that with Y/N, I do. You cannot blame me for finding that kind of love with her just because she is not a man, please.” Eloise’s eyes became glossy. You had to give it to her, she always pulled out a good speech. Well... not always actually. But this one was a good one. You squeezed her hand and didn’t stop until Violet answered.

“No, Eloise, I would never.”

“I know it may not seem right to many, but it’s... it’s not my fault... it’s who I am.” Eloise trembled slightly. Violet was on her feet before you knew it.

”Oh, my Eloise.” She herself had watery eyes. You could breathe a bit more easily as she swooped forward and brought Eloise into her arms. You let go of Eloise’s hand to let her wrap her hands around her mother’s waist. After a few moments, Violet pulled back, “Look at me. I know who you are. You’re a Bridgerton. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You are not at fault. How could you be when there is nothing to be at fault for?”

“You really think so?” Eloise asked.

Violet held both of Eloise’s clasped in her own, “Of course I do. A love like mine and your father’s, a love like yours, is rare so you have to hold onto it, yes?”

“I will.”

“Come here,” She hugged her again. “You too, Miss Y/L/N. Y/N.” She smiled at you and your face broke into a broad grin as she enveloped you into the hug too. You knew you could rely on her, always. Even if it took a little bit of time. “The two of you deserve the world.”

From the middle of the hug, you heard a soft clearing of a throat and Anthony once again piping up, “I don’t suppose you’ll be providing a dowry?”

Eloise pulled away from the hug, wiping at the tears grouping at the corner of her eyes, “Oh, shove off, Anthony.” She let out a half laugh and a half sob.

“I jest!” He grinned, “Unless...?” He turned to you, raising an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m sure I have a few pennies to my name.” You smiled and Eloise’s arms circled your waist from behind.

“And I love her for more than just those few pennies!” She shouted over your shoulder, pulling you into her front.

Anthony put a hand on your shoulder and ruffled Eloise’s hair, “I am happy for you.” He finally admitted, a brotherly pride shining in his eyes.

You shifted away, letting Eloise and Anthony have a brief sweet moment (before one of them made a biting remark and it turned to hostility again). You decided to reclaim your seat next to Simon, who, with something akin to brotherly pride, put his arm around your shoulder.

“And I thought Daph and I caused quite the stir.” He grinned, bringing his arm back around to his side.

“Don’t, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.” You wriggled deeper into the settee, willing yourself to forget the majority of the embarrassing things that has just happened. The two of you watched as the present members of the Bridgerton clan all talked at the same time, spitting out jokes and jostling at one another.

Simon followed your gaze to Eloise and let out a deep chuckle, “You’re a rake!” He exclaimed.

You gasped in fake outrage and turned to him, “I am not!” You protested, a smile forming as he continued to laugh and elbow you in the ribs.

“You so are! Worse than me, you rascal.” He smiled, his own gaze settling on his wife, who was tormenting Eloise with ‘girl talk’.

“Stop! I’ve heard the stories of you and Daph. You’ve out-rascaled me ten times over!” You smirked.

He shook his head, “The big rake competition of 1815.” He hummed. You smiled as Eloise came to join you, making you squeeze up to fit herself next to you, as well as letting Daphne fit in her original seat.

As silence descended and everyone started to calm, Violet let out a contended sigh and leant back in her chair, her eyes turning to the settee the four of you were currently squabbling over, “I must say, I’m quite good at this love matching malarkey, aren’t I?” She asked. Everyone immediately stilled and there was a heavy pause before the noise began again.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, “Well, I wouldn’t say that you-”

Daphne let out an exasperated, “Mother!”

Eloise snorted, “You have done nothing to help our love matches!”

Colin sighed and shook his head, “God help the rest of us...”

Violet decided to ignore all her children and smiled serenely. And at that moment the doors swung open.

“Good afternoon one, good afternoon all, how are we?” Benedict swanned in, immediately clocked a plate of biscuits and helped himself, taking the whole plate in his hands. He munched for a few moments before looking around for an answer. When he didn’t get one from anyone he smiled, “What?” He finished his mouthful and wiped his hand clean before going for another biscuit anyway, “Well, have I missed something?”

There was another long pause before Violet almost burst with the answer, “Y/N and Eloise are together.”

Benedict’s eyes swerved to the two of you, practically sitting in each other’s laps in order to fit on the settee together. He paused before nodding and gesturing in your direction, “Yes, I can see that.”

Violet smiled and shook her head, leaning forward in excitement, “No, like, together together.”

The crease in Benedict’s forehead deepened as he glanced at you again, “Yes... as I say, I can see that quite clearly.” He let out a small laugh, looking around to see if there was some joke he was missing. “Is everyone okay?”

“Oh for goodness sake, can no one in this family communicate properly and succintly?” Daphne fumed, “They are fucking.”

“Daphne!” You groaned, having prayed that this day couldn’t get more embarrassing for you. And yet there was still more embarrassment to bloody experience. This family was torture (you still would do anything to keep them in your life though, that was clear).

“Okay, can we stop with the crude language?” Violet cast a look to Daphne, before looking at the two of you again with pride, “They are lovers.”

You felt Eloise recoil next to you, “Gross, Mother, no.” She shook her head and only stopped when she saw you looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I mean, I love you but- lovers? Really?”

“Sorry, that’s the big news?” Benedict’s laughed again and his smile grew as he whirled around to look at his whole family again before shaking his head, “Well, obviously! These two are the least subtle ‘lovers’ in the whole bloody world.”

“Again, with the ‘lovers’.” Eloise muttered next to you.

You smiled and whispered back to her, “Shut up, you love me.” She squeezed your thigh quickly in answer.

“Does anyone actually pay attention to what goes on in this house?” Benedict walked over to the settee you were occupying and leant his elbow on the back of it, taking another biscuit and spreading crumbs as he went.

“Well, I thought we did a splendid job.” Eloise shrugged, removing her hand from your leg and crossing her arms over her chest.

Benedict shook his head, “I’ve seen you kiss at least seven times.”

“You’re counting?” You quirked an eyebrow up, teasing him as he threw his head back to laugh.

“No!” He protested, “I simply mean-”

You jumped up, ready to be the teaser rather than the teased, and grabbed a biscuit of his plate, “Do you keep a little notebook of each time we encounter one another?” You grinned, now finally the one who gets to revel in someone else’s embarrassment.

Eloise snorted, “Dear diary, Eloise and Y/N held hands for seven minutes and forty-two seconds today-”

“Leave me be.” Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly and swatted at Eloise as he started to walk away, back out of the family room.

You followed him, taking another biscuit, and continuing Eloise’s joke, “They kissed twice but one was simply a kiss upon the cheek so cannot be counted-”

“And here i was going to offer to be your beard.” He grunted. The rest of the family stayed seated, listening to your conversation.

Your laugh ringed out, “Total kiss-count to date: three.” You mimicked his voice.

“Now that you are essentially a sibling, I am not afraid to kick you down the stairs, you know.” Benedict’s muffled voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Your voices got quieter as you walked to the dining room and Violet looked around the room, smiling brilliantly.

“How marvellous. The family grows!” She winked at Eloise who sighed and left the room, not wanting to be without you now. Violet watched her go and hummed before turning to the rest with a frown, “What is a ‘beard’?”

Anthony took in a deep breath and quickly stood to his feet, “I think dinner is ready.” He cleared his throat and walked out, leaving the rest to slowly join him, and the three of you, at the table.

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your pregnant but don’t know and your going for dinner at denise’s house with jude and she’s made like a really nice dinner like a sunday roast or stm and your doing something crazy like putting ketchup on your chicken or like something random like that and everyone is like ?! and they ask you why you did that and your like ‘idk felt like it’ and then later yous are all watching a movie and then this scene comes on and it’s not even a sad scene but you notice someone in the background sitting by themselves and your proper bawling crying and everyone again is like ?! and then she’s pulling you off asking you if you could be pregnant and i can’t figure out an ending 😭😭 - 💌 anon

making the most weirdest disgusting combination and then turning to jude all “this is so good” and he’s??? bc wtf?? everyone’s looking at u like you’ve gone mad bc there’s just no way ur actually enjoying that. jude’s muttering something abt how ur disgusting and ur just shrugging bc it really does taste nice. but it’s nothing that makes anyone really think. but then later when ur watching a movie ur again eating some weird food combo made out of the snacks and u make some offhand comment abt how u cant believe how hungry u are rn bc only that morning you’d been feeling weirdly nauseous and again no one’s really thinking anything of it but jude’s mam is definitely a little🤨. then during the film u randomly start crying over a background scene for absolutely no reason and jude’s sitting next to u all “seriously what on earth is the matter with u?“ and ur just shaking ur head still sobbing bc u actually don’t know. excusing urself to go to the bathroom and his mams following u just to check in and ur telling her how ur emotions have been all over the place lately and that u have no idea why, her asking if maybe it’s ur period and then suddenly ur staring at her all😧😧bc ur realising that ur period is actually kinda late and now she’s got this soft smile on her face asking if u could be pregnant and ur half cringing bc u cant believe ur having this conversation w ur boyfriends mother bc now she’s gna know u haven’t been safe. but she’s being all sweet and caring abt it, offering to come with u to buy a test and everything and just making sure u feel okay :(

#hey jude :)#💌anon

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hii i absolutely adore your writing it’s literally the best thing on this app!

since my birthday is in a week i just wanted to request a fic where it’s the readers birthday and tom and everyone is ignoring her and “forgot” it’s her birthday but it’s a part of tom’s plan bc he’s throwing a party for her and surprises her when she comes back home but later on in the night tom has another surprise for her if ykwim ;)

if you can’t get to this i understand but thank you for blessing the world w your writing <3

-🧪

BIRTHDAY SEX - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you wake up on your birthday, tom acting like he would any other day, bringing you to the conclusion that he had forgotten about your special day. little did you know, this was all part of his plan.

contents: tinyyy bit of angst, smut.

a/n: i’m so sorry for not posting for like a week wtf😭 i’ve gotten a lot of requests whilst i’ve been inactive so i’m gonna try work through them asap, but happy birthday anon hope u have an amazing day!! thank u so much for the request, hope i did it justice! 💞

my eyes slowly flutter open, staying half-lidded as the sun’s rays leak in from the small gap in the curtains, not used to the sudden exposure to light. i look downwards, bending my neck slightly, seeing tom’s arm thrown loosely across my stomach, quiet and steady snores escaping his parted lips as he sleeps. his face smushed against the pillow, body flat on his stomach, head nestled just above my shoulder, i know that he is in deep sleep, not planning to wake up anytime soon. the disappointed tinge in my stomach tightens once i realise this, expecting tom to already be awake, preparing me a special breakfast, showering me with gifts and kisses as he usually would on my birthday.

but the room is as it usually looks - no balloons, no presents, no banners, no candies; nothing. but i try to stay hopeful, considering the possibility that he had got up in the night, the array of gifts waiting for me downstairs. so i let him sleep a little longer, veins oozing with excitement as i hang fire, studying his expression for any sign that he is waking up, desperate to see what he had prepared for me, as he usually had a tendency to go all out for these occasions.

he stirs slowly, groaning a little as his arms stretch out, pulling me further into him. his eyes open, a lazy smile gracing his lips when he sees me. i stay quiet, waiting for him to acknowledge my special day, showering me with love and affection and reminding me of the day i have ahead of me. but my face falls at his words, more specifically, the lack of them.

“morning, beautiful.”

my eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if he is playing some sort of prank on me - not at all amused if he is. if he does sense my annoyance, he doesn’t acknowledge it, instead he dips his head into my neck so that his lips are brushing against it, and begins to plant slow and soft kisses there, hands occasionally squeezing the flesh of my hips. i don’t stop him, instead i allow the millions of questions in my mind to sit there, the sinking feeling in my stomach rising as i try to prevent the realisation that he has forgotten about my birthday truly feel real. there is no way - he’s never forgotten, even before we started dating, he’d always wish me happy birthday. however the more sloppy his kisses on my neck get, his lips smiling against it, body inching further into mine lazily as it would every other morning, it is clear that my fear has completely come true, and, somehow, he is totally unaware of how special this day is - to me, at least.

“you got any plans today, schatz?” he asks, head still buried into my neck as he speaks in between kisses, eventually moving it upwards so that he is now looking into my eyes, completely clueless.

internally, i want to slap him, scold him for having such a terrible memory and even being able to remotely forget about today. but, i decide to hold back, coming to the silent conclusion that i will go out elsewhere, with people who actually have the decency to remember my birthday unlike my boyfriend. so i shake my head, forcing my lips into a weak smile, my fingers reaching upwards to play with a loose dread falling from his face.

his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side as he senses something is wrong. my heart swells in excitement as i watch him appear to think something over, waiting for him to finally remember what day it is. but, i am quickly proven wrong as he is still just as clueless as he was five minutes ago.

“you okay? you seem upset.” he says, so absentmindedly i wonder if he is actually being serious. it seems that he is completely sincere, his hand moving to stroke my cheek as he awaits an answer, failing to understand that his obliviousness is the reason for my sadness.

“yeah i’m fine, just a little tired.” i reassure him, trying to make my smile seem a little more real, and, somehow he buys it, nodding his head and moving downwards to plant a tender kiss on my lips.

“okay, well the guys want me at the studio to rehearse.” he begins, pecking my lips a few more times, not noticing the way my face falls, in disbelief of this entire situation, having expected to be celebrating with him the whole day. “so i don’t know when i’ll be back. but we can watch a movie and order takeout or something tonight, mhm?”

“sounds great.” i say, sarcasm laced in my tone as i now feel anger more than anything. i reach my hands to his chest, placing them flat against it, pushing him off of my body as i sit up, turning around to get out of bed.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he quickly says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my shoulder as he pulls me further into him, my back flush against his chest.

“nothing tom. have fun with the band, text me when you’re finished, yeah?” i turn my head, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to shut him up, wanting to be as far away from him as possible right now, hoping that he is planning on leaving soon.

“if you’re sure.” he shrugs, pecking my lips once again before climbing out of bed, as i do the same. “i’m running late schatz, i’m gonna get dressed then i have to go.”

i nod my head as he takes a few steps towards me, wrapping his arms around my frame and embracing me in a tight hug, my head resting in his shoulder.

“i love you.” he whispers, his head resting on top of mine.

“love you too.” i quickly say, breaking apart from the hug. he kisses my forehead quickly, before walking over to the closet, picking out some baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt as he would every day. he hurriedly slips them on, tying his dreads in a ponytail and placing a matching cap on his head. he smooths out his t-shirt, walking over to me once more.

“i love you beautiful, see you tonight.” he says, swiftly kissing my lips before rushing out of our bedroom, the front door closing a few seconds later.

i sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes clouding with tears, wondering what i could have done to make my own boyfriend forget about my birthday, feeling completely miserable. to make things even worse, i hadn’t received any messages from my friends, family - anybody.

but i tried to stay happy, remembering that even if tom had forgotten, my friends and i were still going out for my birthday meal tonight as we did every year.

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6:04pm, the time on my screen reads, reminding me that i should start getting ready, my birthday dinner booked for 7:30. tom hadn’t texted me all day, neither had anybody, yet i still had the hope that my friends were all getting ready too - feeling sick at the thought that it wasn’t just tom that had forgotten. but i didn’t want to think about him, my pent up anger and frustration going to be released when he came home from the studio, though i silently wished that he wouldn’t, not even wanting to see him.

i scan my closet, my fingers landing on a small black dress that i hadn’t worn yet, pulling it from the hanger and studying it, contemplating before nodding my head, taking my comfy clothes off and getting changed into it. i walk to the mirror, content with my appearance for once, the dress perfectly highlighting my curves, the material reaching mid-way down my thighs. my hair already straight as i had fixed it earlier, i move onto my makeup, applying basically everything as i take care in making sure i look perfect for tonight, not wanting anything else to go wrong.

finishing my lipstick, i move away from the mirror, adjusting my hair and running my fingers through it, removing any small knots. i check the time once again - 7:02pm. my eyes widen, realising that i have to leave, yet as i am rushing to get my heels on, my phone buzzes. i stop, placing my second heel on my foot before looking at the words on my screen.

so sorry girl, a family emergency has come up and the rest of the girls can’t make it. we will make it up to u i promise!! - 7:04pm

my eyes stare at the screen in disbelief, reading the words over and over again, wondering if i am imagining them as it seems impossible that so much has gone wrong in one day. i slump onto my bed, frustratedly kicking my heels off, trying to stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling - even if i’m not going out, my makeup still looks perfect, some pathetic tears aren’t going to ruin it. but before i can become too upset, my phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up as i roll my eyes, seeing that tom has finally texted me.

schatz, come to bill’s house. be quick if you can, it’s pretty important. i love you. - 7:08pm

my eyes widen, quickly picking up on the urgency of his text, my mind assuming that the worst has happened. i quickly rush to put my heels back on, not caring that i am dressed to go to a party, more focused on getting to tom as fast as i can, feeling so selfish for being mad that he hadn’t texted me all day, now worried sick as i scramble for my car keys, quickly rushing out of the front door.

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i pull up outside of bill’s house, the lights off, the entire place eerily quiet. having known him all my life, i no longer knock on his door, instead i walk straight in, my eyes met with an empty hallway.

“tom? bill?” i got your message, is everything okay?” i call out, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as i walk into the kitchen, which is just as empty as the room before, my eyes furrowing in confusion, whatever tom needed me for clearly not as urgent as he had made out.

i turn around, about to leave the kitchen, but just as i am about to take my first step, my eyes are covered by two large hands, my body freezing in shock.

“guess who?” a familiar voice says, my body turning to be met with his cocky smile, his hands moving to rest on my hips as i stare at him in disbelief.

“tom? what the fuck, are you okay? is bill okay? i’ve been worried sick, what’s going-”

my rambling is cut off by tom pressing his lips to mine, smiling against them as he pulls away after a few seconds, my concern somehow amusing to him.

“shhh, come with me.” he mutters against my lips, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.

“what? where are we going? tom you’re driving me crazy what is going on?” i ask as he pulls me through the hallway, leading me outwards towards the garden.

“baby calm down. everything is fine.” he begins, stopping and turning to face me, taking my hands in his. “you look beautiful by the way.”

“thanks tom but that’s not-”

“schatz, just trust me okay? come on.” he interrupts, squeezing my hand as we continue to walk towards the garden. the double doors leading out to it are closed, heavy curtains draped over the glass, stopping me from seeing what is outside. tom moves the curtain a little, opening the door and stepping outside, my mouth falling open in shock.

my eyes are met with a crowd of all of my friends, a few people unfamiliar, some people that i recognise to be tom’s friends, as well as an array of balloons, food, alcohol, banners, the pool lit up as confetti decorates the outside of it.

“happy birthday!” a chorus of voice says, my hands flying to my mouth in shock, a wide smile on my face as i turn to tom, his eyes already on mine. i quickly pull him into a hug, so tight that his body stumbles backwards a little, but his arms soon wrap around my lower back, a proud grin etched upon his face.

“happy birthday meine liebe.” he says, raising his voice a little as the music that has just been turned on drowns out any other noise.

“how did you- i thought you forgot?” i question, pulling away from the hug, staying within his embrace as his arms remain on my hips. he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“how could i forget about my girl’s birthday? i’ve been planning this for so long. it’s been so hard to keep it a secret, and i hated making you upset this morning, i almost cracked when you got mad at me, but, seeing your reaction now makes it all worth it.” he says, eyes staring into mine.

i stand there speechless, unable to find the right words, wondering how he managed to pull this whole thing off. i pull his face towards mine, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, tom deepening it a little as he presses his lips harder onto mine. i pull away for breath, resting my forehead against his.

“it’s perfect, i don’t even know what to say. i love you.” i state, unable to hide my excitement.

“i love you too baby. now come on, let’s have fun.” he smiles, taking my hand and guiding me over to some of our friends.

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“there’s one more surprise for you.” tom whispers in my ear, giving my ass a rough squeeze as he smirks knowingly, the lustful tint within his eyes saying exactly what kind of surprise he is hinting towards.

we had been at the party for a few hours, certainly tipsy as everyone else was, yet it didn’t show any sign of ending soon, the music seeming to get louder, amount of alcohol coming from inside only increasing.

“oh yeah? and what’s that?” i ask, looking upwards at him, my hand running down his chest.

he chuckles slightly, bending down so his lips are level with my ear, his breathing tickling the area. “you’ll have to wait until we get home.” he teases, kissing the skin below my ear before moving back, taking a drink from his cup as his other arm remains around my shoulder.

“or we could just leave now.” i challenge, willing to play whatever game he thinks he has started, knowing that he will cave in.

“hmm.” he begins, titling his head, trying to make it look like he is debating on letting me win, though i can tell his mind was made the second i said the words. “you are the birthday girl, you’re in charge beautiful.”

he shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking outwards to play with his lip ring.

“then we’re leaving.” i state, taking his hand and saying my brief goodbyes to everybody, not being able to get out of the house fast enough.

we reach my car as i throw my keys over to tom, letting him drive as he is the more sober one out of the two of us, having only had one drink. the drive home is torturous, tom squeezing my thigh and whispering just the right things in my ear, knowing the effect that his words have on me, my legs squeezing together as the heat between them becomes unbearable.

he pulls up in the driveway, stepping out of the car and taking my hand, unlocking the front door. he guides me upstairs and into the bedroom, walking towards his closet and returning with a square black box. he places it in front of me as i sit on the bed, his body towering over me.

“happy birthday baby.” is all he says, watching me as i take the lid off of the box, revealing the most beautiful black lingerie set i had ever laid my eyes on. i take it out of the box, holding it in front of me as i stare at it in awe.

“i love it! thank you thank you thank you!” i squeal, standing on my knees on the edge of the bed and kissing his lips quickly.

“you gonna put it on for me? i’ve been waiting to see you in it since i bought it, been driving me crazy.” he whispers against my lips, teeth tugging my bottom lip gently as he slowly releases it, smirking slightly against me. “don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

i nod my head, pecking his lips once more before climbing off of the bed, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. i slip my dress off, netting it pool at my feet, before pulling the panties upwards and onto my body. the bra follows as i clip it on, adjusting the straps. i look at myself in the mirror, in shock of how well tom knows me. it fits perfectly, complimenting my figure in ways i didn’t know were possible.

i open the door, tom quickly turning to face me. his eyes widen, a grin taking over his expression as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he walks towards he, hands finding my hips as his fingers dip in and out of the lacy material of my panties, eyes burning into my figure. he bends down, pushing his lips against mine and quickly sliding his tongue in, groaning quietly against me.

his hands move under my thighs, squeezing the flesh as he uses them to lift me up, wrapping my legs against his torso. he walks us over to the bed, falling onto it as i collapse on top of him, never breaking the kiss. his fingers grace my figure, starting at my back, slowly moving to my ass as he kneads it roughly, using it to grind my body against him, his dick already hard through his jeans. i gasp into his mouth at the feeling, my hands cupping his face as i pull his lips harder against my own.

“better than i imagined.” he mutters against my lips, biting them softly. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

i moan lightly in response, pulling backwards to reach for his t-shirt, not liking that he is still fully dressed. he smirks at my desperation, helping me to pull his t-shirt off. i sit up, straddling him as he holds my waist, my fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans, scrambling to take them off. he sees me struggling, moving upwards a little, undoing the zipper and pulling them from his legs, my hips lifting upwards momentarily so that he can take them completely off.

he is now in his boxers, my hands tracing his abs as he reconnects our lips, his fingers reaching for the clasp of my bra, undoing it in one swift motion. i pull at his boxers, getting them off as i want nothing more than him to be inside of me.

“how do you want it baby?” he mutters against me, slipping my panties off as he speaks. “whatever you want beautiful, just let me make you feel good.”

his chest moves up and down, lips parted as his eyes stare into mine, awaiting my response. instead of voicing my needs verbally, i climb off of him, laying flat against the bed as i pull him on top of me, taking his dick and putting it at my entrance, letting him move fully inside of me.

my mouth falls open as he bottoms out, small whines escaping from my lips. my hands fly to his back, nails digging into the skin as they rake downwards, tom wincing as the slight pain only fuels his desire. he pulls almost completely out, before slamming into me, a loud moan leaving my lips at the exciting mix of pain and pleasure, able to tune out the slight discomfort and focus on the way he fills me up.

he groans against my lips, kissing them repeatedly as he moves in and out of me, building a steady pace. “fuck you feel so good.” he sighs, grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle causing me to practically scream in satisfaction, his tip drilling against my g-spot repeatedly.

“please don’t stop, right there, mhm!” i manage to say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his dick continues to stretch me out, hitting places that no one but him ever could.

my walls clench around him, a small groan coming from the base of his throat at my movement. “do that again baby- fuck, do it again.” he basically begs, his head falling backwards once i repeat my motions.

i attempt to kiss him, my movements against his lips sloppy and inconsistent, loud moans pouring from my mouth into his as he groans lowly, his pace speeding up, breathing becoming fast and heavy. his chest is flush against mine, bodies sticking together, the sound of our skin slapping together sounding throughout the room, a chorus of inaudible sounds leaving our lips as we chase our release.

“i’m close, keep going, please.” i beg, my voice coming out as a desperate whine. he nods his head in response, gripping my thighs harder, his muscles flexing with each movement as his thrusts become faster and stronger. his dick starts to twitch, signalling to me that he is close too.

“where do you want it baby?” he breathes out, his eyes squeezed shut, movements now becoming irregular.

“inside.” i moan out, not caring about the consequences right now, drunk on the feeling of his dick moving in and out of me.

he lets out a small ‘mhm’, his response soon cut off by a loud groan as he feel him shoot his hot cum into me, the liquid coating my walls, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. the knot in my stomach unravels, a high pitched moan leaving my lips as i clutch onto him harder than i ever have before, watching the way his face twists in pleasure, head rolling backwards as he rocks his hips at a slow pace, riding out our highs.

he collapses on top of me, hands running up and down my waist as he places a small kiss on my collarbone before lazily muttering against my skin, his voice low and hoarse.

“happy fucking birthday.”

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bellewintersroe · 7 months

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader

part 13 - dramaaaaa y/n gets upset when reading some of the weird comments after a little group holiday goes viral and secrets are starting to be exposed. Little bit of a time jump here, I wanted to get to the nitty gritty parts. Also I realised I accidentally wrote the last chapter in first person instead of third? (Or second I can’t remember wtf each one is) oops!!!! Here’s the LINK to part 12.

warnings: mentions of sex, inappropriate touching (consensual ofc) nothing too graphic, hate?? comments& crying. Mentions of readers and Daniel’s age gap, but again the ages are up to you, I’m going no lower than 22/23 because I feel kinda weird about any younger.

“How are you so tanned, Daniel?!” The almost-as-tanned girl sat down on the Australian’s bare lap. Hence the almost, being from England and from a ginger father, she was always naturally pale and tended to use spray tans to make up for the translucency of her skin.

“It’s called being Australian, baby.” Daniel cheekily grinned, holding her bum cheek and giving it a quick squeeze as soon as she sat. “Yeah, but…” y/n scooted forwards, playing with the strands of his hair. The Ibiza sea had somehow made his hair even curlier, even hers had a beachy wave to it that Daniel thought made her look like a mermaid (as he told her 5 times over). He thought she looked beautiful- he didn’t think she could get anymore beautiful until he saw her bikini cladded, in her natural form, cannon-balling off the side of the yacht they’d boarded for the night.

“You’re like so nice and dark, can’t you give some to me?” His eyes, fell to her chest, the baby pink pushing up the swell of her breasts. He just wanted to nuzzle his face deep inside of- “Daniel…” she warned.

“Right, sorry… yeah, I would if I could.” With his eyes back on her freckled face, she offered him a smile, nudging to leave his lap. Daniel’s hands tightened with a soft, “no.”

“What? You wanna have sex… again?” Her brow perked, Daniel felt hot under her gaze, and he couldn’t deny the semi that was growing in his swimming trunks.

“No- yeah.” He couldn’t even lie. They’d been at it like rabbits, and especially on this yacht, on the deck when nobody was watching, all over the bedroom, in the water (comment if you acc want me to write a smut based off this lmao). She was sore from the amount of action she’d had the past two days, but she wasn’t complaining, y/n just thought she needed to give certain areas of her body a rest.

“Daniel.” She groaned, head dropping on his shoulder. “Can’t help my girlfriends fucking sexy as fuck.” His lips pressed to the inside of her shoulder, at first she was about to shudder from the action, but the specific use of girlfriend threw her into a frenzy of excitement. “Oh, I’m your girlfriend now?” She tried to play it cool, but both of them could hear the giddiness oozing off her voice. “Uh huh… if you wanna be?” Daniel nodded up, a closed mouth smile growing on his face. “Yeah.” A giggle escaped her lips.

“Yeah? I already thought you were, you… sausage.” He teased, bouncing her slightly on his knee. “Mmmmh, whatever.” They shared a loving kiss, one that wasn’t helping Danny’s situation in his pants. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Ok, babe. I’ll get in after you, I’m just gonna go back on deck with the lads for a bit…” The good thing about the pair of them was that they could spend as much time together as possible without getting sick of one another, Daniel felt like she was apart of himself that he’d been missing his whole life- not to sound cheesy. But spending their own time together was so important, and space for y/n felt vital, especially when she wanted to have silent time, scrolling through her tik tok. At least, she thought she wanted some time to herself. Things were going well until a specific video of an overwhelmingly recognisable yacht came up on a video. Her stomach immediately dropped, pictures of her and Daniel, engaging in nothing to explicit, but a few kisses, touches, hugging. Clearly somewhat intimate moments that they kept concealed to the public eye. She swiped furiously, concerned as to what else had been captured. Daniel untying her bikini top, the two of them making out…

Y/n felt her breathing intensify and skin prick with beads of sweat. The comments were what she feared the most- the exploitive pictures were guaranteed to bring unasked controversy.

A mixed response was guaranteed, of course people were shocked, some ecstatic, others doubtful of their age gap. It wasn’t that which bothered her, it was the intruding questions and statements of complete lies and assumptions that rattled her. It didn’t take long for tears to form when people began comparing her to Daniel’s ex’s. Questioning ‘what age’ the relationship started, pointing out insecurities on her body, commenting on their visible intimacy.

Y/n was shaking when Daniel returned into their bedroom. She froze, phone still in hand, automatically turning off her phone as though she intended to hide this from him. “Still in your towel?” He attempted to tease, reaching out to nudge it off her head. The lack of response had him confused, stepping forwards with a slight hesitation.

Daniel questioned if she was crying, before shaking it off, but when she sniffled he was falling to his knees in front of her. “Hey…” he crouched in front of the saddened girl. He reached out, both hands resting on her lap comfortably, feeling a punch in the chest when he caught sight of her tear stained face. “Somebody’s leaked pictures.” She blurted out, voice heavy with upset. Daniel felt his breath hitch.

Without saying another word she handed over her phone, allowing Daniel to see for himself. “Nothing like- really bad, but… I don’t know.” She watched his reaction through the corner of her eyes, using her towel to wipe at her damp eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n.” Daniel sighed. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She let out a sad laugh. “It’s just- it’s so invasive and the comments-” her voice became choked up once again.

“Ah, babe, you know not to read them. Fuck all that, it’s not even important.” He slung an arm around her, pulling her instinctively into his chest. “Like the most people are fine- but I-i don’t care it’s just the awful ones, Daniel. How have- why has somebody followed us on a fucking boat?” Her torment was something that angered Daniel. Not towards her, but to whoever the fuck stalked them, whoever decided to be a creep and take these pictures of her- not to forget the people who sent spiteful messages.

“People just like to ruin it for their own gain. I’m sorry, baby.” Again, Daniel sighed, feeling a little lost for words as y/n cried quietly in his arms. “Don’t-dont cry, y/n/n. C’mere.” She shuffled further onto his lap, wiping at her eyes in a subtle manner. “Like now my dad has to see that, everybody’s just gonna see and-” her voice cut short to avoid becoming too distressed. Daniel felt the tension that began to grow in his muscles.

“I don’t know.” She managed to exhale after. Daniel pressed a lingering kiss to her head, and squeezed her again. There was a moment of silence which fell between the pair. Daniels mind now began lingering.

“What did they say?” He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just stupid shit.” He was already reaching back for her phone, glimpsing through a few of the weirder comments. “Oh, I can’t even read that shit.”

“Don’t read it then.” She muttered, biting down on her thumb. “Honestly fuck them.” Daniel inhaled, lifting up her cheek. One kiss was pressed to the rounder part of her cheek. A small, angelic kind of smile managed to peak through her sadness, even just for a second or so.

“I love you. So much, nothing in those comments will change that, will it?”

“No.” She agreed, swiping the last of her tears. “I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.” He then nodded, a slight sense of reassurance filling her. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, baby. I’m not gonna let that slide, not when it’s upset you like this…”

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moonlightndaydreams · 5 months

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Babe, I have some idea about Jisung with Aunty Lina.

What about you make dilf!Jisung and milf!Aunty Lina is neighbor but both of them not just only “normal neighbor” Instead they both like to sneak around so that they both can fuck each other, until one day you come to move in across their house. Both of them start trying to involve you in their dirty secret after they first lay eyes on you. Next is up to you

I'm not good at giving idea

MDNI // SMUT WARNING

They noticed you as soon as you’d moved in across the street. They wanted you. They had a plan to catch your attention. It didn’t take them long to memorise your habits either. That you showered at 7pm every night because they could see the bathroom light on. They knew what takeout you enjoyed because they saw the delivery guy from the Thai restaurant deliver your dinner every Thursday night. And they knew you liked to sit in your armchair in the big upstairs window reading a book, with just a little reading lamp to give you enough light to see what you were doing. You’d often look up gazing out of the window into dark night as you reflected on the pages you’d just read.

This would be how they catch your attention.

You see, from your big window where you liked to read, Han and Lina could see you from the bedroom they liked to fuck in when their spouses weren’t home. And if they could see you, it meant you’d be able to see them if they wanted you to.

So one evening while you are reading your book, you notice a light turn on in the house across the road. It catches your attention right away because the rest of the house is pitch black. You’d actually thought the family had gone out of town.

Then you see a figure in the window. A woman. Not the wife of the man who lives there. No. This is the woman who lives next door. Wtf? Right? She is a beautiful woman with long golden brown hair that frames her face in the most stunning way. Her name is Lina. You know this from when she came to introduce herself and give you her phone number in case you needed anything. She is in what appears to be a bathrobe. Why is she in another woman’s room with a bathrobe on? But then a man appears behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Han! You don’t know what to do. You feel a panic surge in your stomach. Can they see you? Should you pretend to keep reading? Should you actually keep reading? Should you turn off your light and give them some privacy? Wait, but they’re the ones with the lights on for the world to see!!

You decide you are going to turn off the light and leave the room, but before you had a chance to reach to your lamp, you see Han pull the bow of the bathrobe and the entire garment falls to the floor. You’re frozen, suddenly staring at a naked Lina. Fuck! You drop your book to the floor and you scurry around to pick it back up. When you lift your gaze back up you find Lina’s breasts pressed to the glass window and Han has his shirt off now. Lina throws her head back as Han nuzzles his face into her shoulder, and his hand reaches around to cup her cunt. And then they look directly at you. You swallow a hard lump in your throat. They can see you watching. And you realise then that that’s exactly what they wanted all along.

Something inside of you freezes you to the spot. You can’t move. You can’t look away. Lina smirks and turns and drops to her knees. From there you watch her drop Han’s sweatpants down around his thighs, freeing his cock. Even across the street you can see it clearly. You can tell it’s mouthwatering. As Han begins to fuck Lina’s face you feel yourself getting wet. In fact, you’re actually soaking, and you’re dying to touch yourself.

Who the fuck are these people? Why are you so turned on by this exhibitionist behaviour? You didn’t ask for this. Yet you can’t look away. The pair look so good together, so erotic. It makes you wish you had someone that could take care of you, but these days it’s either your hand or your vibrator.

You are pulled from your thoughts when Han pulls Lina up gruffly by the hair and leaves the window momentarily, returning with a chair. You watch as he places the chair to face the window and sits himself down. Then Lina straddles him reverse cowgirl. You have a full view of absolutely everything as she sinks herself down on his length. Your vagina clenches. Han reaches around the front of her body, one hand grasps her breast, the other is holding a phone. He looks to be doing something with the phone while Lina grinds up and down on his cock.

Your phone rings. Your eyes dart to your own mobile phone.

Lina’s calling.

Fuck!

You aren’t sure what to do, but the look on Han and Lina’s face tell you they have something they want you to hear.

You swallow again and reach for your phone.

“Hello?” You answer timidly.

“Y/n, fuck… Lina you’re so tight… Y/n…. We see you watching…and we… do you… wanna hear it too? We wanted to… ngggh… show you what you do to us.”

Holy fucking shit. You don’t know what to say or do. Your thoughts scream at you to hang up and leave the room. But your vagina, well, it’s screaming at you to stay and watch - and listen.

Your very own sex show!

“You… if you don’t want to… just say. We’ll be more discreet, we’ll—” Han pants.

“Let me watch.” You whisper. You aren’t sure what you’re doing, but the words fall from your mouth nonetheless.

“She wants to hear us, Lina… show her your pretty moans.” He says. And Lina does. She seems to love an audience, her moans becoming louder and louder. In turn, Han’s whimpers increase too. He sounds so sexy. They both do. Fuck you’re wet.

Han moves the phone closer to where the two are connected. The loud, wet squelching sound of them fucking filling your ears. Your eyes are fixed on Lina’s cunt sliding up and you clench when each time you see and hear their skin slap together.

Fuck it. You reach your hand under your oversized t-shirt and hastily pull your panties to the side. You are soaking. Your fingers slide easily over your engorged clit. A moan escapes your lips when you sink two fingers inside of yourself.

Lina and Han pause. Fuck! Did they hear you?Then you hear a low chuckle from Han. “Hmm… I think you might be getting off on this y/n.” He teases. “I have an idea. Come with us Y/n”.

….

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daydreams-after-dark · 6 days

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The Window Across the Street | han x fem aunty lina x fem reader MDNI

cw: stalking, exhibitionism, nudity, p in v unprotected, phone sex, blowjob, masturbation.

They noticed you as soon as you’d moved in across the street. They wanted you. They had a plan to catch your attention. They watched you. It didn’t take them long to memorise your habits either. That you showered at 7pm every night because they could see the bathroom light on.

They knew what takeout you enjoyed because they saw the delivery guy from the Thai restaurant deliver your dinner every Thursday night. And they knew you liked to sit in your armchair in the big upstairs window reading a book, with just a little reading lamp to give you enough light to see what you were doing. You’d often look up gazing out of the window into dark night as you reflected on the pages you’d just read.

This would be how they catch your attention.

Her name is Lina. You know this from when she came to introduce herself and give you her phone number in case you needed anything. She is in what appears to be a bathrobe, and then a man appears behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Han! You don’t know what to do. You feel a panic surge in your stomach. Can they see you? Should you pretend to keep reading? Should you actually keep reading? Should you turn off your light and give them some privacy? Wait, but they’re the ones with the lights on for the world to see!!

You decide you are going to turn off the light and leave the room, but before you had a chance to reach to your lamp, you see Han pull the tie of the bathrobe and the entire garment falls to the floor.

You’re frozen, suddenly staring at a naked Lina. Fuck! You drop your book to the floor and you scurry around to pick it back up. When you lift your gaze back up you find Lina’s breasts pressed to the glass window and Han has his shirt off. Lina throws her head back as Han nuzzles his face into her shoulder, and his hand reaches around to cup her cunt. And then they look directly at you. You swallow a hard lump in your throat. Can they see you watching? And you realise then that that’s exactly what they wanted all along.

Something inside of you freezes you to the spot. You can’t move. You can’t look away. Lina smirks and turns and drops to her knees. From there you watch her tug Han’s sweatpants down around his thighs, freeing his cock. Even across the street you can see it clearly. You can tell it’s mouthwatering. As Han begins to fuck Lina’s face you feel yourself getting wet. In fact, you’re actually soaking, and you’re dying to touch yourself.

Your phone rings. Your eyes dart to your own mobile phone.

Lina’s calling.

Fuck!

You aren’t sure what to do, but the look on Han and Lina’s face tell you they have something they want you to hear.

You swallow again and reach for your phone.

“Hello?” You answer timidly.

“Y/n, fuck… Lina you’re so tight… Y/n…. We see you watching…and we… do you… wanna hear it too? We wanted to… ngggh… show you what you do to us.”

Holy fucking shit. You don’t know what to say or do. Your thoughts scream at you to hang up and leave the room. But your vagina, well, it’s screaming at you to stay and watch - and listen.

Your very own sex show!

“You… if you don’t want to… just say. We’ll be more discreet, we’ll—” Han pants.

“Let me watch.” You whisper. You aren’t sure what you’re doing, but the words fall from your mouth nonetheless.

Han moves the phone closer to where the two are connected. The loud, wet squelching sound of them fucking filling your ears. Your eyes are fixed on Lina’s cunt sliding up and you clench each time you see and hear their skin slap together.

Lina and Han pause. Fuck! Did they hear you? Then you hear a low chuckle from Han. “Hmm… I think you might be getting off on this y/n.” He teases. “I have an idea. Come with us Y/n”.

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aubeystawby · 1 year

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♡ overtired!gf!enid sinclair x gn!reader >> headcanons <<

author’s notes: hi!! i’m working on everyone’s requests but they’re taking a while, so have these cute headcanons i wrote! not requested, i just got some sudden inspiration and went with it ! :) hope you enjoy ! <3

it's probably the day after the poe cup

either someone threw a party, or she was just so excited and filled with adrenaline after winning, that she couldn't sleep that night

if it's the latter you definitely wake up to a bunch of messages from her that were sent at absurd hours, like:

enid <3: hi :))

enid <3: i cant believe youre sleepign right now!! how are you not SO excited!!??

enid <3: *several selfies of her with the trophy*

there's probably a couple videos there too, one of which includes a close up of a sleeping wednesday, and then a second where her eyes snap open and enid panics and stops the video

(you and enid definitely got some thinly veiled threats from wednesday to delete the video)

anyway, on to the next morning, and enid honestly doesn’t seem that tired

you don’t see her until first break but before then wednesday picks up on the fact that she’s acting a little off

so when you briefly see wednesday when going to get enid to walk to your next class together, she just utters an ominous “good luck” and walks off

and then you’re alone with enid like ‘wtf does wednesday mean by that’

well it doesn’t take you long to guess what’s up, when you’re sitting in your next class that you two share and she’s somehow simulationusly even more energetic than usual, and also just on the verge of passing out

she refuses that she’s tired at all, but you can easily tell

throughout class you hear her lightly snoring, before perking up, embarrassed, and pretending nothing happened

Enid practically jumps out of her seat, her hair bouncing comically as she does. She blinks for a moment, her eyes wide and she looks completely disoriented, before she furrows her brows and sinks back into her chair.

“Enid.” You try, watching her tired form as she heavily closes her eyes.

“It— it’s very bright in here, i’m just resting my eyes” she argues, her voice raising an octave defensively.

You sigh and shake your head, “Mhmmm, sure it is.”

and then it’s finally the end of that class and you’re already dragging your girlfriend out of the classroom and through the school to get to her dorm

but not without a fight, of course

“Yn! I’m not tired i sweeaaaar” Enid drags out, sounding like an annoyed toddler.

You stop dragging her behind you for a moment and turn to her with a look on your face that says ‘and i’m supposed to believe that?’.

She pouts at you, trying to think of an argument.

She doesn’t come up with anything so you turn back around to continue dragging her to her dorm.

“Wait!” She suddenly stops and plants her feet on the floor in the middle of the hallway that people are trying to walk through.

“We can’t miss class, what about— you know—” She tries, but midway through completely forgets what class you guys are even supposed to be at right now.

She sighs this time, realising her defeat on that particular point.

eventually you guys get to Ophelia Hall

although she does try to get you to let her go back to class one last time, but is cut off by a very inconveniently timed yawn

at this she just scrunches up her nose in annoyance at her own body betraying her and mutters a light “fine…”

although this pouting and moping doesn’t last long, because the moment her head hits her pillow, she’s like a new person

Enid smiles dreamily as she moves around on her bed trying to get comfortable.

You laugh softly at this, relieved that your girlfriend has finally stopped fighting you when you were just trying to help her get the rest she needs.

You quietly pull off your school blazer and slip off your shoes, before sliding into bed next to Enid.

At this you can tell her metaphorical tail is wagging like crazy as she cuddles up to your body.

You smile softly as her head nuzzles into your neck and you can feel her breath fanning against your skin. Wrapping your arm around her torso and snuggling closer to her, you plant a kiss to the top of her head, and close your eyes peacefully.

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sirenlulls · 9 months

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she's thunderstorms → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader (diana silvers face claim!)

summary —where you're the best nepo baby pairing there is

she's been loop-the-looping around my mind. her motorcycle boots give me this kind of acrobatic blood, concertina

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user she's actually perfect wtf

genegallagher just posted an instagram story!

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genegallagher Y/n told me to post because I give "major Phoebe Bridgers energy"

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lewisthot · 2 years

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hate III

summary: you start freaking out but ‘putting the genie back in the bottle’ is a lot harder than you realise. rating: 18+ words: 5.8k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: this is a long one, a little dialogue heavy, a little angsty and a touch of fluff and smut. feel free to let me know how shitty it is read the previous part here

summer break officially over you knew you weren’t going to see lewis for weeks, it’d only been a week and you were missing him not that you’d admit it to yourself - you weren’t missing him, you were missing the sex. lewis was scrolling through insta watching all of their mutual friend’s stories just for a peak of you - how pathetic he thought, your insta was private and he couldn’t send a follow request for two reasons - one he didn’t follow anyone and secondly, you’d laugh at him.

he thought about texting you now that you both said you’d stop hating each other but just because you said that it didn’t mean you really wanted to be friends. looking at himself in the mirror every day, the scattering of marks you’d left as revenge made it impossible not to think about you though.

you made dinner plans with one of your best friends, someone that wasn't a mutual friend of you and lewis. you had barely sat down with y/f/n when immediately started with the questions, she knew something was up.

‘so are we going to talk about it?’

‘what?’

‘girl, the hickeys! you haven’t told me about anyone new, so who was it!?’

‘no one you know’

‘you’re a terrible liar and you’re never secretive when you get laid! it is someone i know but you don’t want me to know…’

‘ugh, it was a one off!’

‘no it wasn’t, you had hickeys after the party y/f/n threw and you have a hickey again after the dinner…omg! it’s definitely someone i know!’

‘okay so it was a two time thing but it’s not happening again so i’m not going to tell you who it was’

‘oh come on! i can keep a secret and besides don’t you wanna talk about it?’

‘no i wanna forget it ever happened’

‘wait did you hook up at the party?’

you scrunched your face letting out a groan, god you wanted this conversation to end. you were a terrible liar but y/f/n wasn’t mutual friends with lewis, she was your friend you could tell her everything and it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

‘yes’

your friend let out a gasp. ‘omg now you have to tell me!’

you knew your friend she was incessant and you did need to discuss it and your mixed emotions that you were trying to ignore.

‘okay but you can’t be weird about it or judge me’

‘omg just tell me! who was it? wait let me guess, lewis’ she giggled laughing at her little joke which only made you sigh. i mean the thought of you and lewis was funny, you both hated each other and she especially knew that since you knew you could complain about him to her.

‘it was lewis’

‘oh come on tell me the truth’

‘i’m not lying, i was horny and drunk you know that’s not a good combo for me! and he was there, it just happened! and then the other night at dinner when everyone left, it happened again’

it all rushed out but you were sure to leave out the part about him fucking you in his bathroom with them all downstairs, the party was bad enough but alcohol was a great excuse - the dinner on the other hand you had no excuse for.

‘wtf!? lewis!? you hate lewis! he hates you! and you weren’t that drunk at the party!’ you rolled your eyes thinking back to lewis stating the same thing, maybe you were more horny than drunk…you weren’t going to admit that. ‘and what do mean it happened again, you just fell on his dick the second time!?’

‘i’m sensing judgement…’

‘i’m not judging, i’m confused do you hate each other or not? are you guys fuck buddies now? i said you guys just need to fuck it out! i was right!’

‘when did you say that!?’

‘i mean i didn’t say it to you just thought to myself whenever you’d tell me about something he’d said or done to annoy you, you guys bicker like a married couple. clearly, it was just a matter of when’

‘whatever’

‘so what does this mean?’

‘nothing! clearly we both hadn’t gotten laid in awhile and we let our hormones get the better of us, it’s not happening again’

‘it happened twice though’

‘and that’s why i’ve downloaded hinge again, i need to get back out into the dating scene again’

‘so what are you guys going back to hating each other?’

you thought back to the conversation you and lewis had on the couch, maybe you could be friends but maybe you should just stay hating him maybe it’d be easier to be around him.

‘we never stopped’

‘well in couple weeks he’s gonna be back in town so we’ll see’

‘there no we’ll see’

‘okay whatever i want the details, was he any good? is he big?’

you rolled your eyes laughing. ‘well i wouldn’t have hooked up with him twice if he wasn’t and no comment’

‘boo, you’re no fun. do i need to get you drunk? let’s order a couple shots of tequila’

you drank way too much at dinner but it was a nice distraction from obsessively thinking about lewis till you got home that is. laying bed you thought about the fact you had another week before you’d see him again, you were anxious. what if it was awkward? how could it not be awkward? your mind was racing with different scenarios maybe lewis hadn’t even spared you thought, why would he? he had a championship to worry about. it was just a random hook up and nothing more - you don’t know how many times you were gonna repeat that to yourself before you believed it.

you scrolled through hinge bored after only a few minutes, looking at the time it was late but you didn’t care you decided to call lewis - giving into your impulses, you could always blame it on the alcohol.

‘hello’

you almost dropped your phone, a little surprised lewis had picked up your call.

‘heeeey’

‘y/n? why are you calling me at this time?’

you didn’t like the way he answered, the tone of his voice. you were probably reading into it way too much but you had a habit of doing so, i mean you were drunk who didn’t act little ridiculous when drunk.

‘am i interrupting something?’

‘i was about to go to sleep’

‘idk why you’d pick up then’ you rolled your eyes, sighing. ‘byeee’

‘wait, you didn’t answer my question’

‘doesn’t matter you’re going to bed’

‘just tell me why you called’

‘no, you’ve ruined my mood’

‘i didn’t do anything!’

‘your energy is not a vibe’

‘i’m sorry’

‘you don’t even know why you’re apologising’

‘i’m apologising for ruining your mood, even if you won’t tell me how…’

‘okay bye!’

you shut off the phone not giving lewis a chance to reply, you groaned burying your face into your pillow embarrassed at that stupid call. what were you thinking!? why did it go so sideways!? what was the point!? you didn’t know what to expect but that wasn’t it and now it would definitely be more awkward. you sighed, telling your brain to shut up and stop over thinking the situation you closed your eyes willing yourself to sleep but before you could your phone rang - fuck it was lewis. you wanted to ignore it but you knew dealing with this sober would be far more agonising.

‘what?’

‘uhh why did you lock off like that?’

‘why are you calling me back?’

‘you’re annoyed with me and i didn’t even do anything!’

‘i’m drunk, let’s just forget the phone call happened’

he chuckled, of course you were drunk why else would you be calling him at this time you seemed to have a habit of being reckless when fuelled by alcohol.

‘figured, you’re so sensitive when you’re drunk’

‘fuck off’

it was meant as a joke but he could sense you were still angry and upset with him, he hated it and even more so he hated that he hated it. it’s never bothered him before so why now did it bother him especially when he didn’t even do anything to piss you off and yet he was apologising.

‘are you gonna tell me why you called?’

‘the moment’s passed, i was just bored’

‘and you thought of me?’

you could hear the smirk in his voice, you hated it. ‘shut up’

‘come on, did you just drunk dial me to argue?’

‘yeah, i didn’t want to wait another week to fight with you. i miss it’

you chewed on your lips as the words escaped your mouth, you didn’t say you miss him but even letting him know you missed him on any level made you queasy. he smiled hearing those words, sure you didn’t say you missed him but you still missed him, he was going to ignore the context and clear sarcasm in your tone.

‘i missed you too’

‘eww’

he laughed, he should be offended but he wasn’t surprised by your answer you weren’t affectionate to your friends so absolutely wouldn’t be with him.

‘what’s funny?’

‘you’re so predictable’

he didn’t seem bothered by your response which you didn’t know how to take, you did miss him though but he clearly didn’t mean when he said it but there was something in the way he said it…you just want there to be something you thought.

‘if i was so predictable you’d know why i called you’

‘you said it yourself you were bored so you decided to harass me because you gain a sick pleasure from annoying me’

‘it really turns me on’

‘no wonder you fucked me that night’

‘i guess that makes you a masochist, do you like being my little bitch?’

‘i think you’re forgetting who’s the brat and who did the brat taming’

‘i think the next time you see me you’ll be begging for me’

‘i thought there wasn’t going to be a next time?’

‘i didn’t say there was going to be one just that you’ll be begging for one, for me’

‘you wish’

‘you know i called you because i was horny, you could’ve been hearing me moan your name as i touch myself but instead you’re your annoying self’

he groaned unsure of what to say you’d thrown him threw a loop, you were so confusing he couldn’t stand it but before he had a chance to reply you let out a yawn.

‘but now i’m tired and i’m going to bed, night lewis’

you kicked off again without even waiting for his goodbye and he knew this time to not bother calling back, your tone was finite you were done with the conversation, done with him. he sighed as he thought back to the sounds of your moans and the way you sounded when his name fell from your lips. he ran his hands over his face annoyed at the way his cock twitched at the thought, at the way you teased him and left him hanging, this is why you guys didn’t get along you were infuriating.

you laid in bed smiling at leaving that conversation with the upper hand, it was childish of you and you knew deep down he hadn’t meant to piss you off but you didn’t care, you were pissed off so you were gonna piss him off you only wished you could’ve seen the look on his face. you might’ve not been able to stand lewis but the way you used you felt so good and yes he used you that’s all this was, you were both using each other to get off and the hate was part of it, you were going back on your offer of being nice to him. whatever fleeting thoughts you had were just that - fleeting thoughts and if you were honest pissing lewis off was so much more fun than being nice to him.

as the week dredged on you scrolled through the dating apps determined to find a date asap, you weren’t in any real rush to be in a relationship but you needed a distraction, a palette cleanser after lewis and especially before lewis came back and you were in luck. they were the total opposite of lewis from looks to personality, they had taken you to a bar for drink which you thought was a little cheap and questionable for a first date but you couldn’t be picky with the time constraint. before your date you had gone to dinner with the mutual friends you had with lewis and now you were being really petty and a little pathetic but you were dolled up so you made sure to take lots of selfies with your girls for their insta stories in hopes lewis would see it.

your friends made a fuss over your sexy number, taking lots of pics they made sure to caption it ‘her date tonight is so lucky 🥵’ you loved the way your friends hyped you up you’d forgotten why you were doing all this, you were just having a fun night. your date went as expected, mediocre and when he kissed you, sure it was pleasant but lewis popped into your mind. you went home annoyed the whole purpose a flop, you needed to go back to hating lewis.

race weekend over lewis had a two week break. he knew what he wanted to do and that was see you, after the phone call and then the insta stories he saw he couldn’t stop thinking about you which you clearly didn’t feel the same way. he wanted to know every detail of that date, he just hoped someone would ask about it tonight. their friends had planned another gathering so he knew he’d be seeing you, it felt nervous it’d been awhile since the last time and with certain events he wasn’t sure what it’d be like seeing you again or how to behave around you.

you were the last to arrive, you spent way too much time thinking about your outfit setting on a mini dress that was both cute and sexy. greeting everyone you ignored lewis as usual but he had other plans, he sat next to you and involved himself in as many conversations you had. you were growing tired of it but you couldn’t exactly snap at him for it so you tried to ice him out or poke at him but he didn’t bite it was like he almost found it amusing. when he managed to get you alone he brought it up.

‘i thought we were going to try and be friends?’

‘did i say that? i don’t remember agreeing to that?’

‘really? you don’t remember me eating you out and making you cum twice on my tongue? as a reward’

‘reward?’ you rolled your eyes. ‘whatever, pissing you off is only fun if you actually get pissed off’

‘what can i say, i find your bratty attitude hot’

‘pathetic’

‘doesn’t mean i won’t put you in your place’

‘you can try’ you walked away unable to think of a better retort. joining your friends again.

‘so y/n how was your date?’ now this was a conversation you didn’t mind having.

‘it was nice, he was cute and sweet’

‘did you guys hook up?’

‘maybe…’ your friends laughed at your coyness, you were one to never divulge too much.

‘you gonna see him again?’

‘i think so’

‘think so? if he hasn’t already asked you out he’s not’ lewis couldn’t stand hearing about this guy, so he butted in with his own opinion’s.

‘you don’t know jack shit'

‘i know you were dressed like a slut so if you fucked him and he got what he wanted there’s no reason for a second date’

‘slut shaming? how original’

your friends were taken aback by lewis’s outbursts, one giving him a punch in the arm you walked away trying to hold back your smirk, he was behaving exactly like expected. lewis found you upstairs in a bedroom, of course probably here to apologise.

‘i don’t wanna hear it, jealousy doesn’t suit you’

‘i wasn’t jealous, you know you’re forgetting you opened your legs pretty easily for me’

‘fuck you’

‘i think it’s pretty normal i didn’t wanna hear about you fucking other men!’

‘i don’t care about what you wanna here, you’re not my boyfriend’

‘thank fuck, i still don’t wanna hear about the pussy i’m fucking getting fucked’

‘the pussy!? i have a fucking name’

‘i didn’t mean it like that’

‘oh please, you meant it’

‘i’m not jealous’

‘so you just genuinely think i’m a slut’

‘you call me a slut all the time’

‘as a joke but you did it to hurt me’

‘i’m sorry’

‘fuck off’

‘please, i’m sorry y/n’

‘i don’t want to look at you right now’ you tried to walk out but lewis grabbed your wrist.

‘just fuck off’

you stormed out, lewis sighing he really fucked it up. he let his emotions get the best of him, he didn’t know what to do. after you cooled off you and lewis didn’t acknowledge each other’s presence at all and the evening ran smoothly, lying to your friends that lewis had apologised and all was forgiven. you still had a good night refusing to let him get to you, at first you weren’t pissed off but the private conversation? he really got under your skin. he knew better than to approach you after his shitty comments but he couldn’t stop looking at you all night, desperate to fix things. as the night drew to a close everyone started ordering uber’s and lewis decided to take a chance following you as you went to the kitchen for a quick drink.

‘let me give you a ride home y/n, your place is along the way’

you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘no, i can call an uber’

‘please i just want to talk’

‘fine’

he gave you this pleading look which you couldn’t say no to, you were already over him calling you a slut it had just been the perfect opportunity to create a rift between you two again but then he looked at you like that and now you were giving him another chance to apologise. your friends weren’t surprised at the fact you were accepting a ride in fact they were happy, if only they knew you thought. goodbyes said you followed lewis to his waiting chauffeured car. opening the door for you, you mumbled a thanks. the car ride was awfully quiet but you had no desire to fill the silence but he said he wanted to talk so you knew it was a matter of time.

‘i’m sorry for what i said, it was out of line. you can sleep with whoever you want. it’s none of my business and i had no right to judge. please forgive me?’

he looked at you with his stupid pleading eyes but you ignored him, shifting your body away from you looked out the car window. he didn’t push it, he didn’t know what else to say. the rest of the car journey was quiet till you pulled up to your flat.

‘well this is me, bye’

‘let me walk you to your door’

‘no’

‘please’

you were too tired argue, you nodded and let him follow you into the building. it was obviously a poor excuse to come upstairs and you weren’t too mad about it, when you reached your door though you opened it just enough to let yourself in turning to him.

‘well you’ve walked me to my door’

‘you really not going to invite me in?’

‘you didn’t say you wanted to come in’

‘i just really want to make it up to you’

‘you have a car waiting downstairs’

‘not anymore’

‘you think a simple apology and you get what you want’

‘don’t do this’

‘do what?’

‘go back to hating me’

‘you make it really easy’

‘you think i don’t know what you’re trying to do, i know you don’t care that i called you a slut you just wanted a reason to hate me again’

‘that’s not true’

‘you’re a terrible liar’ he sighed, rubbing his forehead annoyed and unable to think of a comeback. ‘ugh i just wanna—fuck!’

he grabbed your face leaning down his nose pressed against yours, you leaned forward closing the gap you gave you to decide if you wanted this. his kiss was hard and angry, his hand grabbing your butt you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around him he stepped in pushing you against the wall as he kicked your front door shut. he bit down on your lip tugging as he trailed kisses down your neck, sucking and nipping.

‘lewis!’ his name came out in a moan more than as a warning you intended it to be.

‘no more hickeys…’

he whined against your neck, pressing kisses along your shoulders as he pushed your strap down his hands running down your front, he grabbed your breasts pushing your top further down. you moaned as he took your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipples you thought about how good his mouth felt against your skin but he was being too gentle, you didn’t want any hickeys but actually if they weren’t anywhere visible what did it matter the way he attacked your body with his mouth wasn’t something you wanted to give up.

‘i don’t want hickeys anywhere visible’

he looked up at you smirking at the implication, he takes your breast back into his mouth. you arch your back your legs around him tightening as you whimpered. he squeezed your ass, his mouth tracing back up your chest.

‘bedroom?’

‘straight ahead’

when he threw you on your bed, you sat up on your knees pulling off your own dress left in nothing but your panties. you crawled up to the edge, lewis pulling off his own clothes you helped with the trousers as his cock sprung free you were about to drop to your knees, your mouth salivating at the sight of his hard cock but it must’ve been obvious to lewis because he grabbed your chin to look up to him.

‘lay back’

with that tone of voice you knew it wasn’t up for debate, doing as he commanded he leaned forward pulling your underwear down he opened your legs wide as he went down on his knees - eye level with your glistening pussy.

‘you’re soaking wet…’ he didn’t waste any time, diving into your folds he lapped up your juice, sucked on your clit. ‘your date make you feel this good?’ he looked up at you but you refused to make eye contact but he wasn’t letting you off. he slapped your pussy, plunging two fingers into your waiting hole you arched your back biting your bottom lip trying to hold back your moans.

‘answer me’

‘no’

‘that’s right, no one will ever make you feel this good’

he was relentless, his mouth his tongue his fingers, he devoured your pussy and whenever you squirmed his arms were back around yours thighs holding you wide open. all that filled the room were the sounds of your choked sobs and lewis’s encouraging words as you neared your climax.

‘fuck lewis i’m gonna come!’

he swirled his tongue around your clit sucking on it just right, your toes curled as your gripped the bed sheets the waves of your orgasms crashing over you. of course lewis didn’t let up lapping up your juices pinning you down as you tried to break free from his grip. your pussy clenching around nothing it was aching to be filled, you needed lewis inside of you.

‘ahh fuck, lewis fuck me’

he climbed on top of you lacing his fingers with yours he held your arms overhead as he kissed you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue drove you insane, you were desperate for more.

you bit his bottom lip tugging gently. ‘lewis..’ his name came out in a breathy moan, you didn’t need to say anymore he knew what you needed. he pulled away only to watch as his cock stretched you out sliding into your aching hole with ease. his thrusts were slow but deep, sinking all the way before pulling out till only the tip was inside of you - the stretch felt so good. you knew he wanted you to beg for him but you weren’t going to submit anymore than you already had. you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck, your nose grazed against his.

‘you think your cock’s special? you think i won’t find someone to fuck me just how i like?‘

he growled ‘god i fucking hate you’ kissing you roughly he pushed you back down, slamming his cock into you like you wanted. you hissed as you yanked on his ponytail of braids you’d be playing with which only egged on lewis. pressing soft kisses along your jawline, his hand danced along your neck.

‘put your hand around my throat, don’t squeeze baby’ he groaned wrapping around his hands your neck, you clenched around him and when he felt the effect he had on you he smirked slamming into you harder.

‘you filthy whore’

he was rough, his pace brutal and you loved every minute of it as he railed you your nails dug into his back with every slam digging into dipper, you were sure you’d broken skin. having cummed already your second orgasm wasn’t trailing far behind and your clit already sensitive didn’t need to be touched, the angle in which your bodies met was enough.

‘look at me, watch me use you’

trying to keep your eyes open felt impossible, you just wanted to get lost in the pleasure. you watched as lewis face twisted, his nose scrunching his eyebrows furrowing, his own climax nearing. you kissed him or at least tried, it was sloppy all teeth as you both moaned into each other’s mouth so overcome with pleasure.

‘fuck!’

‘you greedy slut’

it hit you so suddenly as quick as your body tense it went limp, the waves washing over you your body shuddered. lewis continued fuck you through your orgasm, groaning as your pussy walls fluttered around his cock himself on the edge.

‘fill me up!’

his thrusts become disjointed as he reached his climax, muttering a string of incoherent words you wrapped your legs around him holding him against you as you milked his cock. he groaned trying not to collapse on top of you, he caged you in with his arms on either side of you kissing you passionately as spent as he was he would go another round if he could. your legs falling to the sides lewis pulled out hissing as you clenched around him.

‘baby…’

you whined at the loss of fullness, quickly replaced with a moan as you felt his cum dripping out of you. lewis enjoyed watching his seed spill out but he enjoyed it even more when he realised his much you liked it, dragging his cum through your folds he smirked as you moaned.

‘god, you’re dirty slut aren’t you?’ he plunged his fingers in, finger fucking his cum back inside you created the filthiest sounds along with your choked sobs. you were sure you were too sensitive for another orgasm but you were too tired to fight against lewis, your limbs like jelly your brain short circuiting trying not to become overwhelmed by lewis’s fingers. it proved to be an impossible task, your back arched, your mouth open with a moan stuck in your throat your third orgasm hit you. your body convulsing, you snapped your legs shut against lewis’s hand. he chuckled slipping out, he towered over you as he shoved his fingers in your mouth which you cleaned off without hesitation.

‘good girl’

your breath hitched at the words, sucking on his fingers harder giving away your praise kink lewis smirked making a note for next time. you laid in bed absolutely shattered as lewis cleaned you both up.

you laid in bed as lewis walked back in grabbing his boxers.

‘i’m gonna leave now’

you leaned up watching him grab his clothes you crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his wrists.

‘it’s late, you should stay’

‘i don’t wanna inconvenience you’

letting him sleep over was probably a bad idea when you kept trying to put this wall up between you and lewis.

‘you’re not, i want you to stay’

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him softly, lewis dropping his clothes grabbed your waist kissing you back gently. you pulled back from his lips raising your eyebrows and biting your bottom lip waiting for an answer.

‘okay i’ll stay’

the way you looked at him made it impossible for him to say no to you. god you confused him, swinging from animosity to kindness. was it the haze of sex clouding your judgement? he didn’t want to think about it right now. you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare you gave lewis a spare toothbrush head for your electric toothbrush which you wondered was that weird, you never do that for anyone except your best friend. finally in bed you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable, lewis sliding in.

‘thanks for the toothbrush and face wash’

‘you’re welcome’

‘good night’

‘night’

you both laid on opposite ends of the bed, it felt awkward and you couldn't stop you tossing and turning.

‘are you okay?’

‘sorry, sometimes i just get a little restless before bed. can’t get comfortable’

‘come here’

he shifted closer to you and you to him, pulling you into his arms he held you tightly from behind. his hands finding yours he squeezed them his thumb stroking the back of your hand you found it soothing, relaxing into his touch you soon found sleep.

lewis woke up before you did, he watched you as you slept, not quite in his grasp anymore but still close enough to play with your hair and stroke your head. he contemplated on what to do, he thought it was a little creepy watching you sleep. he grabbed his phone to check the time, it was early somehow he was awake before his alarm. he remembered he had a workout with angela this morning, he thought about just sneaking out if not for the fact he didn’t know what to expect from you, would you be sweet or mean but it didn’t matter your own phone started buzzing, your alarm going off. you groaned as you reached out for your phone quickly shutting off your alarm, you yawned and stretched twisting around to find lewis awake.

‘i didn’t wake you did i?’

‘morning to you too, no i just woke up a minute ago’

‘morning’

your eyes were still closed not quite ready to be awake, you pulled the covers over your head groaning. lewis chuckled pulling the covers down.

‘stop!’

‘what are you doing?’

‘that alarm was my going for a run alarm, i am not going for a run anymore so i’m going to sleep some more’

‘if it’s because of me…’

‘no, i just can’t be bothered. you wanna have breakfast?’

‘i can’t i’ve actually got to go’

he quickly jumped out of bed, you rose up confused watching him get dressed, there was an awkward tension now. what had just happened? was he still mad over last night?

‘you sure you don’t want a cup of tea?’

‘i’ve put you out enough’

‘i mean after a couple orgasms breakfast is a fair offer’

‘i really gotta go, i meant to be working out with angela soon’

‘well then breakfast makes even more sense, you need to fuel before a workout’

‘stop y/n’

‘what?’

‘if you’re gonna go back to hating me don’t offer me breakfast the next day’

‘do you have to be so dramatic’

he sighed as he watched kneeling on the bed, visibly dejected. he felt bad but he knew this is what you really wanted, the friendship thing was his idea and you were just forcing it. he wrapped his arms around you giving you a hug and a quick peck on the forehead.

‘i’ve really got to go, bye’

heading to your front door you followed after him.

‘seriously!?’

you didn’t even have a chance to say anything, he just turned to you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before leaving which threw you off, you just stood there for a few moments trying to process that whole thing - you needed to call your best friend to vent.

‘y/f/n i fucked up!’

‘what happened?’

‘lewis happened, he stayed over last night after we hooked up but that’s not the issue. i know i said we still hated each other after the last time but we said we’d be nice, except i was horrible to him and now i’m pretty sure he really hates me’

‘why is that a problem?’

‘because the look on his face, it was bad and he’s not gonna want to fuck me again’

‘well, wasn’t that the whole point of downloading hinge?’

‘yeah, but he’s so good in bed’

‘then apologise and be friends with benefits instead of trying to be enemies with benefits’

‘ugh’

‘since when have you ever even cared about his feelings? maybe the real issue here is that you want to be friends with benefits’

‘ugh shut up!’

‘i’m right! you can’t deny lewis is a sweetheart and now that he isn’t actively trying to piss you off you’re finally seeing it’

‘he’s still an asshole, in fact we got into it last night because he was jealous over my date.’

‘don’t you think it’s a little interesting he was jealous…’

‘don’t even go there, his exact words were ‘i don’t like to share’ he’s just possessive’

‘look y/n you’re overthinking the whole thing, just go with the flow. i know both things are hard for you to do but try and enjoy the multiple orgasms and don’t think any deeper than that. unless there’s something else?’

this was your opportunity to say what the issue really was, that maybe there was something deeper between you and lewis you couldn't stop thinking about him but you weren’t ready to acknowledge those feelings yet.

‘there’s nothing else’

‘so apologise and let yourself become friends, if anything it’ll make the situation better not worse and i’m sure everyone will appreciate it’

‘you’re right’

‘i’m always right!’

you felt lighter after the phone call but what were you going to do about lewis? he did a complete 180 this morning, maybe you could text him to come over? would that seem needy? you got back into bed sighing, not overthinking was impossible.

read part 4 here

#lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton angst #f1 smut #lewis hamilton

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toomuchracket · 9 months

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AU to the AU where girlies last serious ex bf is also in hawaii and tags along. matty is all upset/jealous and the guys have to be like “how is she doing anything different than what you were/are doing with that other girl lols” and he comes to his senses (that it doesn’t feel good for your partner to be hanging around their ex)

oh this is funny. AU where, rather than solely stopping in the middle of the water, the boats then dock in another port so you can get some lunch - therefore, you all had less time to faff about in the water, and while the front flip debacle happened you and matty didn't get the chance to actually talk on the boat. he sidles up to walk beside you between the boat and the beachside bar you're all going to like "hi, sweetheart", but before he can say any more he's interrupted by a male voice calling your name; you look towards the sound, and your face just lights up, before you run over to this ridiculously good-looking man (in my own personal fantasy it's damiano from måneskin lmao but imagine whoever you'd like) who looks to be about your age and who sweeps you into a massive hug. and matty's like genuinely wtf is going on. who is that. why is his hand on my girlfriend's bare back. i don't like this one bit. meanwhile, the rest of the fun boat crew are simultaneously shook and delighted at this turn of events for you, a delight which only increases when you bring the guy over to everyone and say "we're all running into exes on this trip, apparently" and introduce him. in fairness to you, you do wrap your arms around matty's neck (he LATCHES onto you) and say to the guy "this is matty, my boyfriend, we've just moved in together" - however, you do let go pretty quickly to be like "come on, let's get a drink" to the guy and say "someone order me a burger or something, i'll meet you guys at the table in a bit" to your group before leading your ex to the bar.

as soon as you're out of earshot, matty turns to his friends (all smirking, all ready to rip the piss out of him) like "THAT'S HER EX?! what the fuck?! she never told me anything about HIM" and polly's like "what a handsome man he is"; matty's like "polly i love you but you're gay you don't know what you're talking about he's not THAT handsome", and gabi's like "no, matty, if we as lesbians think he's handsome, then he must be fucking gorgeous. but never mind that, have a little seat and a drink and don't worry about the fact he's previously been with and is currently talking to your girlfriend" lmao. but even when everyone's sat down, matty doesn't stop looking at you and your ex (he's in perfect view of the bar) the whole time you're up there, practically inhaling margaritas in an attempt to stop the pain of seeing you talk to the guy all animated and look at him so thoughtfully, especially considering you wouldn't look at him earlier. he nudges ross beside him to say "i really don't like this. he's got his hand on her knee what the fuck is he playing at. he knows she's unavailable!", and ross is like "do you even fucking hear yourself lmao you've been doing the same thing in front of her for three days. and you can't even cope with it for three fucking minutes! you're a bit of a hypocrite, mate" - matty's like "oh FUCK. that's why she's upset with me. christ, i am a fucking idiot. i can't believe she's been feeling like this and i haven't realised. FUCK!" and he starts to get a bit teary.

at that point, the food starts to come out, so he's like "i'll go and get her and say sorry"; he tentatively walks over to you, feeling like he's interrupting when the convo dies down as he nears, and says "sorry to bother you guys, but your food's out, sweetheart". you're like "oh, thanks matty. wait there while i say goodbye", which is kinda evil of you considering you hug your ex really tightly for quite a while and matty just has to stand and watch it - when you break the embrace, you say "it was lovely to see you, safe travels", and your ex is like "same to you". he's really sweet, though, he shakes matty's hand and says "i'm sorry we didn't get a chance to chat, but she told me a lot about you there. she really loves you. i'm so happy for you both" in genuine sincerity; matty's ego boosts a little bit as he thanks the guy and says it was nice to meet him before the two of you head back to the group. it's quiet for a moment before matty says "i'm surprised you didn't invite him to have lunch with us, you seemed happy to see him", and you're like "yeah it was nice to catch up after a few years. but i didn't want you to be uncomfortable having to see me with my ex right next to you for ages" - matty stops, takes your hands in his and says "sweetheart, i am so sorry i put you through that. it's not an excuse, but me and her were so casual that i don't even see her as an ex, really, so i didn't stop to think that you'd be upset. i never want to hurt you, sweetheart, and i'm sorry i've neglected you a bit. i do miss you a lot. and i love you even more. and i'm going to properly act like it from now on". you hug him tightly like "i've missed you, baby. i love you. don't want anyone else", and matty's like "neither do i, sweetheart" and then he pulls back like "can i be on your boat on the way back please i don't want to let go of you from now on" - you smile and say "of course. now come on, food's getting cold". and i think the two of you are extra lovey dovey from that point, eating lunch practically sitting in each other's laps and snuggling up on the boat on the way back <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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byeghostsily · 19 days

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MUN INTRO: hi folks! happy soft opening, jia (s/h, 21+) here. i'll be writing for daeun, and if she reminds you of d*phne from scooby doo... yeah. ims/discord available for plotting- please ask! ♡

MUSE INTRO: baek daeun, 22, also @danidanidaeuni on the interwebs. making a living out of yapping about gruesome murders (read: disappointing her parents). back in town for her mom's birthday dinner... or so she claims, with a camera and idea for a shiny new series in hand.

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?

got here literally a couple days ago!!! is staying at her parents', but dear god is she regretting it. is already looking at alternative accommodation. has been doing her best to work off the jetlag, but its really mostly been andante for coffee and back to her place to sleep/work.

what does an average day look like for your muse?

wake up somewhere between 9-10, get caffeine in her. hunt down her latest victim for an interview, or whoever was unlucky enough to be scammed into bringing her around. with luck, she gets some footage. sometimes she's got an episode to record, so the yuseongers are rid of her for a couple hours. stay up til she falls asleep on her laptop. what a life, baby!

where can your muse usually be found?

andante, nursing a drink and going cross-eyed staring at her screen. her blue light glasses make her look like a dweeb, and yes, you can laugh. she has no qualms about asking to share a table <3 / lemon martes, wandering around like a lost ghost. she just likes looking at the displays, ok? / staring dubiously @ pierrot's clown mascot, the lighthouse, antique shop, the old mines, and hovering around the mouth of the woods. its like shes trying to stare them down.... see if something goes bump

how does your muse feel about hanhwa resort?

i don't think she even knows about the resort.. jk! its hard to miss a gigantic building smack dab where she used to go crabbing. there's probably a sense of nostalgia for what things used to be, but she understands that capitalism is a necessary and unstoppable evil. if her parents nag her about marriage one more time, she's booking a room there.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?

the expectation's always been that she'll leave--- while she doesn't have a return ticket booked, she's based in the us, and once she's got enough footage, she's gonezo.

extra, extra!

list your muse’s three favorite songs.

sza's saturn (yes, she's always the problem in every relationship) niki's split (asian diaspora reppppp) the japanese house's sunshine baby not a big fan of hearing men talk

describe your muse’s wardrobe.

she likes looking good, and her personal style leans more feminine. doesn't shy away from bright colours, but likes neutrals because she thinks she's taken more seriously like that </3 for brands, she's partial to hermes, chanel (tho she thinks they're losing their touch a little...) and miu miu!

what is a color, word, and emoji that you feel describes your muse?

purple, why?, 🧋

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse.

likes: windy weather, fruit (thinks korea is insane... wtf do u mean grapes are $10), reading comments dislikes: being rushed, not being organised, a meeting that could've been an email slash call that could've been a text

three positive and negative traits for your muse.

+ compassionate, sincere, enthusiastic - oblivious, naive, condescending

three talents and shortcomings for your muse.

has the ability to make you feel like you're the only two people in the room; a wonderful conversationalist, she's always focused on your conversation. good with names AND faces. you're the center of her universe! insane interpersonal intelligence. / no qualms dropping her (parents) money on things. need a loan? sure! some say its buying affection, but hey, she'd do anything for a friend :) / extremely open-minded. realises when she makes a mistake, and is quick to apologise and do her best to learn from it. someone who can put her pride down easily! condescends unintentionally, even though she has nothing but the best of intentions. it’s just what being so out-of-touch with the working class folk does to you, unfortunately. / she eats. so. goddamn. slowly. like its actually terrible. she takes an hour to finish one sandwich, because she chews so carefully, and then wants to say something but refuses to talk because her mouth is full. your muse is offered a meal in exchange for an interview? expect to spend at least 2h, MINIMUM with her. in that vein, also no respect for others' time / you've probably caught on by now, but she is always her first thought. she'll take her own sweet time doing things, and hates being put on others' timeline. everything is framed through her experience, which is an extremely privileged one.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to? (you can include who you would say they’re alike, and who they would say they’re alike.)

she was heavily inspired by daphne blake from scooby doo, and even her name's a homage to that! daeun would like how she stays true to herself (and has great style!) while still kicking ass! she thinks daphne was ahead of her time, retaining her femininity while still pulling her weight and being useful to the scoobies in her own way.

a relevant goal or arc for your character to overcome.

accept she'll probably never make her parents proud, fully accept and move on from that. also pay her own bills, damn. something something true independence....

anyway. pls like to plot and i'll slide into ims :^)

#yshqs:intro

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Could we get a jealous/insecure Mysta? like, maybe reader is hanging out with someone else of luxiem a lot instead of him and he wants to talk about it but doesnt know how? (fluff/angst?)

"𝙃𝙚𝙮... 𝙃𝙚𝙮!!"

MYSTA RIAS ୨୧⸝⸝

【contains: FLUFF】

context: mysta gets a little jealous. comfort the boy will you?

you and mysta, having been dating for at least a year now! giving each other love affectionately, though mysta sucks at it... so! you do most of the work! whether its kissing, cuddling or... other. stuff.

at the moment you were in a call with nina, pomu, and petra. nina introduced the batsu games as the other three, including you, groaned in disappointment. despite this, you guys continued.

"YAYY!! I WONN!!" petra celebrated her 1st victory. after 4 rounds of uncontrollable laughter due to petras losing streak, she could finally have revenge. starting with you.

"[name], your batsu is... DUN DUN!! you have to have an extremely flirtatious tone to us!" she announced.

"sweetie, petra, what kind of batsu is that?" nina questioned, teasing the little penguin.

"SHUT UP!!" petra cried out, pomu silently though of how you act be.

"that would be hot not gonna lie..." still figuring out how you would sound like, you just cried.

"fine fine..." you obliged, little did you know, that was a mistake

"so, how was your day hun?" nina asked, trying to make you speak.

"it went well, until I was asked to do a batsu. but since you're here, I'm glad that i get to be here with you."

"WAAAHHHH!!!" she began to fangirl, having fun already.

"oh my gosh???. thats so hot wtf" pomu also starts to fangirl a little, a LITTLE bit.

"no, no.. dont say that, its making me flustered." You said, with a low tone. in the inside your body felt like it was burning from flusteredness.

"you're welcome [fandom_name]. you get a hot version of [name]." petra proudly said. you just kept continuing to be in denial.

"ugh.. whats [name] doing up at 4am this early..." mysta, who just woke up, cuddles againsy his pillow. he kept hearing your voice, which seemed to be in a lower tone. grabbing his phone, he looked at your stream to realise you're doing a batsu.

mysta got a little a jealous of this. he slowly got up and brung his little pillow with him to your room.

"hey... HEY!" he whispered to you. widening your eyes, you turn around to your partner being all cute. you couldnt help but get happy about mystas shyness. who wouldn't??.

"oh? mysta... whats wrong?" you asked. his face just turns into a pout. he wrapped his arms around your waist, indicating that he wanted cuddles. oh... was he jealous?

"are you perhaps jealous??" mysta nods, you grin at this.

"Awhhh My baby jealous~"

"shut up." he nuzzles in your neck, hugging you like the pillow he had.

"nina, pomu, petra? i must be going now. my little fox boy needs me. cya!" the girls got the clue and said goodbye to you. you also slowly said your goodbyes to chat, not before reading some supa chats of course. mysta got impatient at this point, this became clear after he pulled your hair.

"SHIT! you little.. oh! yep! bye bye chat!!" you clear your voice, not wanting to let them know about mysta basically koala-ing your body. you finally ended the stream. looking down at your boyfriend smirking at you.

"oh no you dont jerk." you push him down on the bed and tickled his sides. Giving him a giggle fit.

"i love you, [name]." mysta says, almost falling into a slumber.

"i love you more, Baby foxy.~"

"i told you not to call me that!" you giggled. you loved him with all your heart

MASTERLIST !

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luxiem x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji en #askashh

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while people are on the topic of finn, a little appreciation for our will byers' actor! noah!

i feel like he could have turned out like a model or something, if you see when he was younger, he was all in proportion and like very pretty boy, a traditional, good looking young man. but now thats he's older and grown into his features a little more - he's not entirely there, that wont happen until they finish growing at like 25 ish, but he is more oddly proportioned now in a nice way. he's EVER so slightly chubbier. he's also mega goofy, but in a different way to finn (although not THAT different actually). he gets away with it more cos he's still handsome in a traditional western way except for the obvious jewish features that im sure lots of bigots hate (see all the toxic milevens on twitter). his teeth are kinda goofy but also cute, but it's his smile that does it. it's kind of contained and shy, down-turned as though he has internalised not wanting to smile too widely, or perhaps just feeling shy and bashful when he's happy. which is VERY will. i think they are more similar than he let's on tbh. i think he's secretly a shy one, just like when he was a kid.

whereas finn seems to burst with light and laughter, then sudddenly realise he's in public and become self conscious again, and his face just turns sour af lmaooooo bless him

mad props to the casting director tbh - these are two performers with faces that are endlessly mesmerising, and acting skills to match. i feel so grateful to be watching their portrayals of this story unfold in real time. the fact that it may break new ground is a bonus, but even if fit doesn't, i've had a ball for the past couple of years! if nothing else, having their first adult scene together could work wonders for their professional confidence. if i was a pro actor, i would love to do an intimate scene with a close friend of mine, we would have a ball and the trust would be unreal.

and lastly, here's a funny little story...

years before i joined the fandom proper in 2022, when s2 was just coming out, my friend (who was very mainstream) showed me some pictures of a photoshoot with noah and finn. we were in our early 20s, fresh from college and no clue what to do with life. and my friend showed me this black and white photoshoot on insta (i think its the one noah recently posted to show his excitement of working with finn again for finn's birthday?), and she was quiet as i looked, waiting to hear what i would say.

and i was like... they look....

*massive pause while I look at her, incredulous and mildly disturbed*

and she said '... hot.'

and I was like YES, WTFFFFFFF

and she was like WTFFFFFF

and we were so uncomfortable and confused! they were young teens! but the fact that it was my mainstream friend who had literally just discovered the 80s through this show, who had a first class English degree from Edinburgh university, who had just started working at a prestigious publishing house in the city, who had a rather gorgeous boyfriend... i mean she was the most down-the-line person you ever met. and i was just so surprised and grateful she had trusted me to say this, and we proceeded to discuss wtf was going on.

basically - photoshoots, esp when the cast were teens, kind of passively sexualised them. im not talking explicit, but rather encouraging pensive brooding stares and poses that are something you would see in a couture magazine. they looked older because they werent smiling, and were emulating these poses that adult men would do.

on top of that, finn esp really reminded me of the first boy i ever had a proper crush on at 13. i remember it so clearly because its not the hair or the skin or whatever superficial stuff, but rather his expressions and attitude (and the freckles). finn, when younger, had this arrogant (and therefore irresistible) teen boy vibe which exactly matched this boy i fell in love with at 13. i realise now that thats all probably from a place of insecurity on finn + the boy's part, but even at 22 sitting in this cafe with my friend, browsing insta innocently, i could remember exactly what it was like to be 13 and my heart was just beating. whenever i think of that crush on that boy, i am 13 again. i am not a grown woman perving on a young boy. i am 13.

so i think, maybe, thats how many of us here connect with spicy byler tumblr.

and now, of course, watching them grow up on my screen (having rejoined the fandom post s4) has been a very... interesting experience for me. i think byler sex discussion on here speaks volumes about how we are all from different walks of life. if i wasn't an art major who has literally been drawing naked bodies from life since I was 16 at school, and a psychology student, i might not understand how to discuss all this stuff. as it is, i've got too much emotional education under my belt, and i know how to embrace my shadow self as long as im not hurting myself or anyone else. (vecna would take one look at me and say NOPE lol.)

sorry for the ramble! thanks for hosting me.

p.s. sadly im not friends with that girl anymore, but this will always be a legacy of our friendship (plus the fact that she was so grateful for my pre-existing knowledge of 80s music lol. & we both bought corduroy sheepskin jackets immediately after watching s1, lucas KILLED it. fashion king)

Thank you for sharing your story and adding to the discussion!

Your cafe story raises so many interesting psychological ideas about the nature of storytelling and connecting to coming-of-age narratives or even writing it/creating it, as the Duffers have done. As you put it, "Even at 22 sitting in this cafe with my friend, browsing insta innocently, I could remember exactly what it was like to be 13 and my heart was just beating. Whenever i think of that crush on that boy, i am 13 again. i am not a grown woman perving on a young boy. i am 13. So i think, maybe, thats how many of us here connect with spicy byler tumblr," and I think there's a lot of intrigue there.

Even though your story is related to Finn IRL, I'd say a part of writing/reading a story is putting yourself in the shoes of the characters and seeing things from their eyes. And that includes temporarily "becoming 13 again" (or becoming the age of the characters you're exploring). And that's not creepy. It's just a part of the process. Art itself is messy and psychologically layered.

A lot of Bylers seem to believe the Duffers would be creepy for including a sex scene in S5, even with the characters aged up, because they watched Finn and Noah (and by extension Mike and Will) grow up. But really, it's all a part of them engaging with the coming-of-age themes they've set up and "becoming 17 again" to properly tell this story how it's meant to be told, wherever that journey takes them. And in the context of a gay coming-of-age tale, it just might include sexual exploration and discovery. *Gasps*

#byler #spicy byler #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp #will byers #mike wheeler #spicy byler meta #no poll

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