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Summary: Javi thinks that he's way past due for a haircut. You like his hair long for reasons other than his good looks.
Word Count: 2.1K (I sprinted to write this after I saw this picture)
Pairing: Husband!Javi x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) Oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, (lovingly?) possessive Javi, Javi's back at again with his filthy mouth, hair pulling, Javi is hungry and the man is gonna EAT, allsions to more smut, Jonas Brother's references ( bc Javi is our girl dad king and his daughters love them LMAO)
A/N: Y'ALL REALLY THOUGHT THIS PICTURE OF PEDRO WAS SURFACE RIGHT HERE ON TUMBLR DOT COM AND I WASN'T GONNA DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!? WRONG. I legit have 3 WIPS I started in the past 24 hours based on this picture alone. Pedro really did this one for the Javier Peña girlies (gn) and I will forever be in debt to him for that. You cannot tell me that this is Dad!Javi when his kids are a little bit older bc HOLY SHIT?! This really may the nail in the coffin for @notjustjavierpena and I bc really fear this is the dilfiest Husband Javi has ever looked 😩😵‍💫 anyways, never getting over this!!!!
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“God, I can’t even remember the last time my hair has been this long. Lucy keeps saying I look like a Jonas Brother. Am I supposed to know who they are? Is that supposed to be a good thing?” Javi sighed, playing with his dark brown curls in the bathroom mirror as you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, peeking out to watch your husband’s longer than usual locks twist between his fingers. 
“They’re the goofy looking boy band on Disney Channel that the girls are obsessed with. Like the Backstreet Boys, except cooler, apparently.” You laughed, planting a soft kiss into the fabric of Javi’s worn t-shirt covering his broad back before stepping next to him, leaning your hip against the bathroom counter to admire your husband as he fiddled with his hair. 
“Jesus Christ, those guys? God, I really do need a haircut before I start looking like the poster what’s-his-face hanging on Lucy and Elliot’s walls.” Javi chuckled, running his hand through his hair once more before mirroring you, his hip resting against the counter, leaning his weight on his palm splayed flat along the granite surface. 
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think he’s supposed to be the best looking one.” You teased, giving Javi a playful shrug. “Besides, I like your hair long.” 
“Seriously?” Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. “It looks like a mop right now.” 
“A very sexy mop.” You smirked, nudging Javi before stepping closer into him, reaching up to run your hand through his curls, slowly twisting the ends with your fingers. “It reminds me of that trip we took to Jamaica a few years ago. Your hair was almost this long, remember? You looked so hot in those stupid floral button downs you insisted on buying, and hanging out shirtless by the pool all day while you played with the girls.” 
“Fuck, I forgot about that. I’m surprised we didn’t end up with a fourth kid after that trip.” Javi chuckled, slowly shifting the palm that had been holding him up towards your waist, letting his fingers gently toy with the waistband of your pajamas. “You really like my long hair that much?” 
“Mhmmmm.” You cooed, continuing to close the gap between your bodies, your free hand resting on Javi’s chest as the other continued to stroke his curls. You could feel a low groan rumbling in Javi’s throat as your fingers weaved back and forth through his hair, the other creeping up to cradle his jaw, thumb tracing back and forth across the stubble on his cheek. 
“Yeah? What else do you like about it?” Javi groaned, his hand slipping under the elastic waistband of your pants to grab a fistfull of your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. 
“I like…” You paused, bringing your lips to Javi’s, pressing a tender kiss on his lips, “I like that it gives me something extra to hold on to.” 
“Hold on to?” Javi asked, cocking his head in slight confusion. 
“Hold on to when you go down on me. I love being able to run my hands through your hair when you eat me out, especially when it’s long like this.” You smirked, watching Javi’s eyes go wide in delight, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he bit down on his lip. 
Before you could say anything else, Javi’s hands were gripping around your waist and hosting you up to sit on the counter, caging his body against yours, hands planted around the outside of your hips while his lips crashed into yours, your mouths becoming a tangled mess of tongue and teeth. 
“Fuck…” Javi whispered to himself, pulling away from your lips to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck, running his hands over your thighs. “I love it when you play with my hair, Hermosa. Love feeling you pull on it when you’re close. Makes me lose my fucking mind every time. Fuck, I’d stay burried between your legs forever if I fucking could.” 
Javi began to let his kisses trail down your body, past your chest and across your stomach before he was dropping to his knees in front of you, draping your legs across the width of his shoulders. Pulling at your waistband, you lifted your hips off the counter so your pajamas and underwear could fall to the floor, revealing the wetness that had been pooling between your thighs since you had walked into the bathroom a few minutes ago. 
“Jesus Christ…” Javi whispered, further parting your legs to see the arousal already dripping through your folds, staring up at you with a boyish grin on his face, “So fucking wet for me, Hermosa. Didn’t realize you liked my hair that much.” 
“Oh shut up you goof, you know I- o-oh fuck-” You whimpered, Javi cutting off the rest of your sentence as the flat of his tongue dragged across your cunt, the suddent sensation making you gasp in delight, already playing in to Javi’s plan as your hand shot down to his head, digging your fingers into his messy hair. 
“Better hold on tight, querida. There’s a lot more where that came from.” Javi smirked, pulling away just enough to see the smug smile between his cheeks, peppering a few wet kisses on the inside of your thighs before his head was back between your legs, placing a soft kiss on your clit, already aching and throbbing for more of what you had just been promised. 
“Do your worst, Peña.” 
That one sent a low growl of approval humming through his chest, laughing to himself as his hands gripped tighter around your thighs, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your skin before another slow, broad stroke of his tongue was traveling through your folds. 
While you were truly convinced there wasn’t another man who loved going down on their wife more than your husband did, you could always tell when Javi wanted nothing more than to stay buried between your thighs, making you cum over and over until you were begging him to stop, lapping up every last drop of you until there was nothing left to give, and right now, you already knew Javi meant what he said when you were about to have to hold on for dear life. 
The hand buried in the dark waves of Javi’s hair only began to tug tighter as his tongue began to work meticulously across your cunt, pressing just enough pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves to already have you a squirming, whimpering mess, but painstakingly slow enough to have you begging for more. 
“Javi… Oh, shit. Fuck, more baby, please. P-please.” You moaned, looking down at Javi with what you were already sure was a wrecked expression painted across your face. 
You could practically feel Javi’s smug smirk pressed against your cunt as he eased one, then two fingers into your aching core, curling them to bump against the spongy spot inside you that already had you fisting at the edge of the bathroom counter to try and keep your composure, and better yet, your voice down. 
“Oh my god, f-fuck. You feel so good, baby.” You moaned, feeling the strong arch of Javi’s nose bumping against your clit, placing a soft kiss there before the flat of his tongue licked another long, broad stroke across your cunt, putting just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked in tandem to send the sweet tingling sensation to start building in your spine. 
“Fuck, I love this perfect pussy so much. I still can’t believe she’s all fucking mine. My perfect fucking wife. Tell me, Hermosa, whose pussy is this?” Javi asked, pulling away for you to see your slick covering his mustache and the lustful look pooling in the dark brown of his eyes, the quiet possessiveness of his tone making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers as they continued to pulse in and out of you. 
“It’s y-yours, Javi, It’s all- fuck- It’s all yours.” You whined, your breath hitching in your throat as you spoke. 
“And who’s the only one who makes you feel like this, huh?” Javi tutted, sliding a third finger into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting making you let out a ragged whimper as you threw your head back in pleasure. 
“Y-you- Jesus- Y-you are, Javi.” 
“And who’s gonna be a good girl and soak my face when she cums for me?” 
“M-me.” 
“That’s fucking right, you are.” Javi growled before diving back between your legs, working his tongue relentlessly against your clit, circling and flicking in fast and firm motions as his fingers curled deeper into your core, eating you up like a man starved, desperate to make you fall apart. 
You could already feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten from the way Javi was working so relentlessly to make you come undone, drinking every ounce of you up as his lips latched around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your back arch and mind go blank while that all too familiar tingle began to creep through your core, cunt beginning to clench tighter and tighter around him. 
At this point, your fingers were tugging so tightly around the soft, brown curls of his locks to try and hold yourself together, that you were convinced that you were close to pulling his hair out of his skull, but with the way you were on the brink of collapse from the way Javi’s mouth was working against your cunt, you almost didn’t have a choice. 
“Fuck, Javi. Oh shit- Baby, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” 
“I won’t stop, mi amor. Won’t stop until this pretty pussy fucking soaks me.” Javi mewled, peeking his head out from under you just enough so that his sweet, brown eyes were locked with yours, the hot words of his breath dancing against your pussy as his fingers continued to rock in and out of you. “I’ve got you, Osita. Promento. Damelo, bebita. (I promise. Give it to me, baby).” 
Before you could respond, your jaw dropped open and face scrunched in pleasure as Javi dove back in, burying his face in your cunt as each press of his tongue became more firm and precise than the last, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as you clutched tighter around the edge of the counter, trying to keep from screaming out in pleasure and raise any suspicion. But as your legs began to tremble and your heart race, teetering on the brink of collapse, it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to make that happen.
“Fuck, Javi. Fuck, I- fuck- I’m gonna, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh.” You whimpered, feeling your orgasm crash through you, pleasure radiating in your veins as you fell apart, losing all inhibitions to keep yourself quiet as you threw your head back in all consuming bliss. With his fingers still buried in your cunt, gently working you through your high, Javi shot back up, his mouth engulfing yours in an electric kiss to try and capture your ragged moans that had been coating the walls of the bathroom, the tangy taste of you still lingering on his lips. 
Your heartbeat finally began to slow, your chest heaving in long, heavy breaths as you slumped into Javi, your head resting on his shoulder as your hands stayed buried deep in his hair, grasping onto his now sweat-dampened ends to try and pull yourself back down to reality.
After a few moments of letting you come to, Javi gently pulled out his fingers, all three drenched and glistening with your slick, pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a devilish smirk of satisfaction on his face. 
“God, you taste so fucking sweet. You really weren’t kidding about the hair, huh Hermosa?” Javi chuckled, cupping your jaw to cradle your cheek with his broad palm, forcing your gaze up at him. 
“I told you.” You giggled softly, still trying to catch your breath as you smiled at him, pulling him in for another long, tender kiss. “Hottest looking Jonas Brother I’ve ever seen.” 
The two of you burst out into laughter, practically snorting at your comment, taking a second to compose yourselves as Javi crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes at you. 
“If that’s the fucking case, I’m getting out the clippers tonight.” 
“Not until you take me to bed and do this all again, you aren’t.” 
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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months
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*MC's family came to visit the Royal Palace.*
Falena, Leona, and Kifaj: ...
MC's father: Thank you for granting us permission to visit today. I sincerely appreciate the opportunity.
MC's brother: Yo, ex-brother-in-law~! Looking good today, aren't we? *waves at Leona with a goofy smile*
Leona: *scoffs*
MC's sister: Can't you be the least respectful, brother?
MC's brother: I don't know. Stop being delusional first. I might consider you.
MC's sister: *glares*
MC's father: Behave. Both of you.
MC's father: *bows his head to Leona and Falena* Please excuse my children's behavior.
Falena: No, no. It's fine. Though I wonder why have you decided to pay a visit all of a sudden?
MC's father: *raises his head* *and looks at them straight in the eye*
MC's father: I want to meet my grandson.
Falena and Leona: ...
Falena: *smiles awkwardly* Please forgive me, but MC has... strictly instructed us that you should talk to them first before seeing Prince Liora.
MC's sister: How rude! They're just a commoner and they dare to instruct the Royal Family?!
Kifaj: Miss, I would like to point out that you are the one being rude to the one who gave birth to the prince.
MC's sister: E-Excuse me?!
MC's brother: We just need to ask them, right? Can you tell us where they are?
Leona: In my room, resting.
MC's sister: Y-Your room? But... aren't you two divorced? You shouldn't even-
Leona: Who are you to tell me what to do? You're just my former sister-in-law.
MC's brother: True! *nodding*
MC's sister: *hits him*
MC's father: I see that His Royal Highness still cares about MC.
Leona: ...
Leona: *smirks* Hey, father. Can I ask you something?
MC's father: Of course, Your Royal Highness.
Leona: I want to marry MC under the divine law of transcendentals.
Leona: Will that be possible?
MC's father: ...
MC's father: Prince Leona, you and MC are already married under the divine law.
Leona: !!!
Falena and Kifaj: *surprised to hear that information*
Falena: Goodness! Is that true?
MC's father: Yes. However, if the spouse who is not a transcendental decides not to acknowledge their divine marriage, they can do so.
Leona: Heh. So spiritually, we're still a couple? *smiling*
MC's father: Yes.
MC's sister: *is on the verge of tears*
MC's brother: Ooh... I know that hurts. *funnily side-eyeing his sister*
Kifaj: It seems the information has left a smile on your face, Your Royal Highness.
Leona: Is it?
MC's brother: Now all you have to do is to make them fall in love with you.
Kifaj and Leona: !!!
MC's brother: *has been following them from behind*
MC's brother: Yo! *smiles*
Kifaj: Sir, I thought you had already left...
MC's brother: Hm? I want to see my baby nephew! And father asked me to take pictures! *does a peace sign*
Leona: I don't think MC will approve it. Go home.
MC's brother: Eh? We're not close, sure. But we're not enemies either.
Leona: ...
Leona: Anyway, about what you said earlier-
MC's brother: You want suggestions? :3
Leona: ...
MC: Why did you suddenly ask me to play chess?
Leona: I just remembered that you like playing this.
MC: *looks at him, trying to discern his intention*
Leona: ...
MC: ...
MC: What did my stupid brother tell you?
Leona: ...
Leona: *sigh*
Leona: He said that one of the reasons you agreed to marry me was because I was good at playing chess.
MC: Hm. He's not wrong.
Leona: ...
Leona: Really?
MC: Yes.
Leona: How come? *couldn't hide his interest*
MC: ...
MC: *recalls how Leona looks beautiful while crushing his opponent*
MC: Beat me in this game and I will tell you.
Leona: *smirks* Okay.
*After a few minutes*
MC: Checkmate.
Leona: ...
Prince Liora: *giggles*
Leona: *frowns* I want another round.
MC: Hm. Alright. It seems entertaining for Liora. We can continue so he can watch how you lose.
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thecuriousquest · 2 months
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could i request k3 from the prompt list with platonic nanami kento? thank you!
Home Sweet Home
Yandere Uncle!Nanami x Niece!Reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, face slapping, murderous undertones, isolation punishment
“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”
Requests are temporarily closed.
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You thought Nanami was just supposed to look after you for a couple of days. You thought it was just going to be until your parents come home from their trip. Uncle Kento, well, is now telling you that your parents got into a very bad accident. He’s telling you that they’re not coming home, and that you’ll be living with him from now on.
Horrified by this information, you begin to cry into his shoulder. He holds you, gently, firmly, just like his personality. He holds you the way you need to be held right now with an arm across your back and one hand on the back of your neck to keep you close to him. You sniffle and cry into his blue button up shirt, but he doesn’t mind the water works.
It’s understandable after all. He lost his brother and sister-in-law after all. It was a “tragic car accident” after all. He knows you’ll just need time to heal and adjust.
But as that time continues on and you’re not healing or adjusting, Uncle Kento feels the need to keep a closer eye on you. He feels the need to watch over you more than he was in the beginning.
Soon, it becomes a battle of wills. His firmness against your stubborn nature. Who will break first? It certainly won’t be you. You’re moody and growing, you’re sad about the death of your parents, depressed even. You can’t get a break from your loving uncle.
There’s a day, at dinner, he looks over at you with those goofy glasses on his face. “I know you’ve been missing your parents, so I want to ask how you’d feel about calling me ‘Dad’?”
You look at him with a frown, eyebrows raised slightly and cinched together, E/C orbs narrowed straight at his sharp features. “What?”
He sets down his chopsticks. “I think you should start calling me that. You lack a parental figure in your life, and I can’t fulfill the role as just your uncle.”
“Are you serious? You think you can just replace my dad? He was your brother! How can you say something so fucked up like that?”
Kento can now see you’re starting to become very emotional over this. He sighs, needing you to know this isn’t coming from a place of malice…just slight jealousy. “Young lady, don’t curse at me like that. This isn’t me trying to replace your father. This is me trying to give you what you need.”
You smack your hand down on the table. “I don’t need you, and I don’t need this either!” You stand up, grab your jacket from the closet, and head towards the door while trying to wrangle the coat on.
You hear the footsteps behind you growing closer and closer before you feel a hand close around your upper arm.
“What, Uncle Kento?” Frustration seeps into your words, tangling around them like wire.
“You’re not leaving. You haven’t even finished your dinner.*
“Fuck dinner! I’m not going to let you try and replace my dead father. You’re crazy! Insane!”
“Stop. Stop acting so irrational.”
You point your finger at his chest. “The only one being irrational here is you, jackass.”
You hear it before you feel it: the tidal wave that is the back of his hand. Skin and knuckles slamming into your cheek. His large paw makes the entire right side of your face feel swollen. You feel dizzy, brains rattled and sloshing around in your skull as you reach out to something for balance.
When all is clear and your eyes meet the stern gaze of Kento Nanami, you bite your quivering lip and stifle all emotions.
“Your crass language won’t be tolerated. Is that understood.”
You feel your jaw, your stinging cheek, even your temple as you glare directly up at him. “All I understand is that it seems like you’re not all that upset about your brother’s death.”
Grabbing you by the ear, Nanami drags you towards your room, but once he gets there, he doesn’t just stop. No, he continues over to your closet before shoving you into the dark space and locking it from the outside. He loves you. He needs to do this for you to respect him. He needs you to learn to call him “Dad” because he knows that this is what’s best for you. Soon enough, you’ll start to see things his way.
Banging on the door, you scream for him to let you out. All he does is shake his blonde head as he walks towards the exit of your room.
“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now,” are his last words before shutting your door.
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moonstrumpet · 3 months
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I got a request for part 2 of Diavolo headcanons! This is the best I could do, It’s not exactly like the last one but I hope it’s good! It’s more like headcanons with a mix of short stories. Please let me know if you like this, I will continue more if so!
Slightly suggestive
Thank you so much for your interest in my head canons!
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DEFINITELY keeps constant tabs on you. He needs to know what you did today! Did you hang out with the brothers? Did you hang out with Lucifer? If you hung out with Lucifer, he might get envious!
You might think you would call or text you at night and ask you what you did during the day. But sometimes he is just too busy and would ask Barbatos to give him every detail of what you did that day. He knows you could feel violated, but you don’t need to know. If you are going to be with him as he ascends to the throne, he needs you to be safe! (And because he is curious about everything you do)
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Although he can’t be with you all the time, you offered him a piece of you, specifically, you guys share those magnetic bracelet heart charms when you combine together it forms a heart. The average demon cannot see it during meetings because his sleeves are covering it, but it’s there, and when he’s in his demon form, it is most CERTAINLY still there, and visible for everyone to see. When he’s feeling lonely, he sighs dramatically and lifts his sleeves to see the bracelet glimmering under the light. He doesn’t know it, but Barbatos always sees him smiling to himself sometimes when he looks at it. It seems extreme, but no average person understands the stress of being the future Demon King, especially so young.
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Diavolo is very grateful to have someone like you, after all, you see him more than the King of the Devildom. You see his bright goofy smile and his love and curiosity for life. But, don’t let that distract you that he’s still the future king of all demon folk. He’s 100% royal blood, he grew up getting practically everything he wanted. He would practically dance his way through conversations effortlessly using his persuasion skills and manipulation. He knows how to play the game. He sees it in your eyes, you forget, and he takes advantage of that. You won’t notice the way he looks at you from behind when you two are walking together. The way his glowing eyes glue onto your outfit of choice today and the way it hugs all the right places. You might feel someone watching you only for you to turn around. It’s just Diavolo, friendly and kind with his usual, innocent(?) smile.
He’s very good at masking his true emotions, you see. Do you see? Do you see how much he needs you, your voice, your touch, your smell? He can’t live without it. He’s gotten everything and anything he ever wanted, everything except somebody to love, but now he has you, and he will not let go.
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There are times he does think too hard about you leaving him. When he does though, he will call you with his usual tone of voice asking you to visit him at the castle. Thinking none of it, you gladly go to see your lover. Just know the moment you walk through his office door you're not going out till he sees fit.
Know that he would hold you down tightly against his locked office door and directly tell you the sweetest, tempting words while his hands slowly cage you deeper and deeper. His expensive cologne is overpowering and his body is unusually hot as he pressed his chest onto your back while you feel his hand slowly trail to your face, and lift your jaw up to the side to expose your neck. You yelp in surprise as he bites into your neck line while slowly leaving love bites down to your collarbone. He knows it hurts, he really does, but he just can’t help himself, after all you did tell him not to hold back anymore. He needs to know that you are here, right next to him. He needs to taste you. To feel you and to hold you. The intensity of his presence is practically overwhelming and swallows you whole.
He’s lured you in and you’ve eaten the forbidden fruit, now you're his. Don’t dance with the devil, they all said.
No matter how many times he loves to touch you, he loves it more when you touch him. He practically melts under your touch. I bet it surprises him every time too. He’s not used to someone touching him so casually. He doesn’t know how he got into this position, his head on your knees, as you are humming with your hands in his hair. It felt like heaven, ironically.
Or when you both were sitting and enjoying tea on the tallest balcony of the castle, enjoying the moonlight. No candles were needed as the full moon lit up the table full of pastries and two tea cups. His beauty was radiating to you and the way his golden eyes contrasted with the moonlight put you in a trance. One thing led to another and you mentioned your curiosity about his demon form. His eyes lit in surprise and laughed so loud you thought the whole Devildom heard him.
“Of course MC!” He exclaimed as he grabbed his chair to move away from the table so both of you are sitting in right front of each other. The feeling of his knee in between your legs made you weak.
He quickly stopped laughing when your hands softly glided across his chest as you admired his demon form in awe. His glowing gold eyes constantly follow your touch.
Your fingers glide against the smoothe black markings on his chest. He melts over your compliments and the touch of your warm hands against his chest. Slowly you lift your hand away from his chest and look up at him pointing to his horns.
He understands exactly what you want, and he will give it to you. He lowers his head for you to touch. The moment your hands reach his horns his hands grasp onto your shoulders. “Be gentle, MC” He breathes out. Taking his word, you slowly feel the smooth and ridged texture of his horns. The golden accents on his horns reflect the silver moonlight. The way you grabbed onto both of his horns sparked dark fantasies in his mind. Although prefers to keep that to himself for now. Diavolo snapped out of it when your hands left his horns. Leaving the ghost of your touch to linger. But, all the sudden, he felt you caress his wings. “MC!” he exclaimed in shock. He shot his eyes back up to meet yours.
Quickly, you removed your hand from his wings but he shot his hand onto your wrist tightly. Both of you staring wide eyed in surprise. He’s never felt like this with anyone before. He breathed, “MC.. your touch is intoxicating, I fear if you continue I would be able to hold back any longer.” He hesitantly lets go of your wrist. He stares at you with half lidded eyes brightening with a lovestruck gaze. His wings expand to his full length and completely block out the light of the moon leaving the only light coming from his gold eyes. “Do you know how much I lust after you, MC?”
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Are you going to continue?
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Although Diavolo has a reputation to uphold, every single demon in the Devildom and all the angels of the Celestial Realm know you two are dating. Everyone knows not to touch you or fuck with you. Unless they want to die. No one would dare to disrespect the future demon king like that. His mere presence in a room is intimidating, even his personality doesn’t stop people from fumbling over there words as they try to talk to the 7,0 (?) tall demon king with bright gold eyes looking down at the expectantly. He’s probably the biggest person in the room and JACKED. I mean this man is literally taller than Beel. Just imagine you're in a ballroom, looking for your lover in the sea of nobles, well, you don’t look for long because he’s the tallest one there with the largest wings and horns and covered in literal GOLD. Plus, practically everyone keeps at least 7 feet apart from him out of respect.
Realistically, if I saw him in the middle of my room in the dark at night just staring at me with bright gold eyes you would probably just DIE on the spot. GET AWAY YOU PARALYSIS DEMON‼️
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I have a feeling that Diavolo will just watch you sometimes. Like when he’s supposed to meet you at a certain time he would come a bit early just to watch you sitting on a bench, waiting for him. It makes him even happier to see you all giddy and excited, smiling ear to ear because of him. It lights a fire in him that he cannot extinguish even if he tried. He loves to watch you get ready for him. He loves to see you try to impress him with your newest shirt or the way you specially color coded your outfit. Love it even more if you dress in red and gold. You're practically showing off to him.
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One time, You were walking around with Asmo and practically tripped over your own feet when you saw the most beautiful jacket in the front section of Akuzon. You were babbling to Asmo about it only for you to see the price was WAY out of your budget. The next day, Sitting on your bed was the jacket you loved so dearly, with a note thanking you for all your hard work in the Devildom. Signed, Lord Diavolo.
When you're wearing clothes that he got you he will point at you and exclaim with the brightest smile on his face that he got that for you and say look how good you look. The brothers find it extremely annoying, your whole wardrobe is practically from Diavolo. This does not exclude shoes. The brothers stop asking where you get your clothes because all you say is “It’s a gift from Diavolo!” as you spin around for a fit check. It seems adorable on the outside, but the brothers are seething with jealousy that you're wearing clothes that he got you. You practically smell just like him now. (That was intentional on Diavolos' part)
Speaking of dressing up for him, Diavolo would definitely buy you a bunch of clothes, anything from designer to casual clothes. He would love to see you wear clothes specifically gifted by him. He purposely picks clothes that reveal your legs more or your collarbone, but he tries not to make you too uncomfortable, he just loves to examine every inch of your body. He just wants you to reach up and grab something or bend down a bit more. He just wants to see a little more, just a little more. He hopes you won’t notice, but sometimes he hopes you do.
When you go visit him at the castle wearing the clothes he bought you, His touch would constantly linger on your clothes and his fingers would fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, never fully lifting it but never stopping. He would talk to you over tea like usual but his hand would be on your thigh and slowly tracing along the fabric. You guys definitely have to be scooted together when having tea because he HAS to be touching you. Especially with those clothes, it feels like you're teasing him! (He did it to himself, he won’t admit that)
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Diavolo would deliberately put you in the most compromising positions possible. Completely bending you down over the desk and somehow making it seem completely innocent, though that’s not what his mind looks like. If you're visiting him in his office he would accidentally drop his pen and ask you to pick it up in his casual friendly tone.
He loves it when you are on your knees looking up at him with those eyes, your eyes, your beautiful eyes. He almost feels bad for putting you in this position, almost.
Please look into his eyes when you hug him as he stares down at you. He would MELT. Your head is practically squishing in his chest, the warmth if your body reaches heart, causing him to squeeze you tighter as smiles deeply. He loves to hear you gasp in surprise as he hugs you tighter, it’s like he wants to absorb every part of you! 100% a way of cuteness aggression. He just stares at you and will SQUEEZE YOU. (Barbatos stops him)
Im still a new writer, I hope you like this! And thank you for requesting! 🥰
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strniohoeee · 5 months
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Amorous
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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️
Synopsis: Chris and Y/N never have alone time, so they decided to go for night drive, and take a pit stop🤫
Warnings⚠️: this is smut based on my request I just got! It’s obvious there’s sex, but it’s nothing intense. It’s pretty short imagine too🫶🏽
Song for the imagine: Wus good/Curious-PARTYNEXTDOOR
⚠️This is a 18+ imagine so minors DO NOT INTERACT⚠️
Chris and I had been dating for about a year now, and we loved spending time together going on dates, shopping, watching movies together, laughing and overall just enjoying each other's company. However he did live with his brothers, so they would usually join us on certain things like movies and games.
Although Chris had the downstairs room it still made it insanely impossible for us to have true alone time. Matt and Nick always wanted to sleep in his room, or stay with us watching movies till 3am. We loved them dearly, but sometimes Chris and I really needed alone time, and by that I mean we really needed to have sex
The last time we actually had decent sex was a good two months ago, and it was decent because as soon as we finished Matt came barging in the room looking for something of his he left the night prior. So it 100% ruined any lasting mood we might’ve had.
The most we have been able to do in the past two months was over the clothes stuff, and 10 minute quickies in the shower, but we were yearning for some dirty intense love making.
Chris had asked me if I wanted to take a drive with him. Honestly I wanted to stay home, but I know what he wanted, and I knew Nick and Matt would be home soon, so I agreed.
It was 9pm when he decided to take us for a “drive”
“Where are we headed baby?” I asked him as I shuffled his music library
“I’m thinking that little secluded area up on that hill” he said looking over at me
“Ahhh yesss where everyone goes to fuck” I said laughing
He sucks his teeth and looks at me “babe”
“Sorry! I’m serious though. Are you taking me there to fuck?” I said wiggling my brows
“I mean…..we can’t get more than 10 minutes alone, and I really need to fuck the shit out of you” he said glancing over at me
“True. I’ve been needing this too” I said kissing his hand that I was holding
We had gotten up to the hillside, and surprisingly there were no cars, and it was pitch black. All we could see were the city lights overhead
Chris had put the car in park, and turned the outside lights off, so it was extra dark, but he turned the lights on, on the inside.
“You looks so good right now” I told him as the warm light reflected off his facial structure and his blue eyes
“Oh yeah?” He said in a smug way
“Let’s go to the back,” I said. We got out of the car and opened up the back doors, putting down the seats in the van.
We both hopped back into the car, and immediately Chris pulled me down into him to kiss him. As we were kissing Wus good by PARTYNEXTDOOR started playing
“Look at that! It’s a sign” he said with a goofy smile
“You’re so corny” I said before going back to kissing him, he started to kiss down to my jawline and neck peppering light kisses. We slowly started to remove our clothes
I started palming Chris’ dick, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me
“Although this feels so fucking good. I’m trying to cum from fucking you, so please no more with the hands” he said laughing
“Sorry baby I can’t help myself” I said kissing him again
“Want me to fuck you, or you wanna ride” he asked? Massaging my boob
“Can I ride” I asked moaning as he’s groping my breasts
“Fuck yeah” he said. I didn’t need much foreplay because I was so dick deprived just looking at Chris had me wet
I hovered over his cock, and he helped me align himself to my entrance, and slowly I started to sink down onto him. My mouth falling slack at the stretch
“Fuck Chris I forgot how big you are” I said as I bottomed out
“Don’t boost my ego baby” he said, grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a kiss. I began to bounce on his dick immediately moaning at how good this felt
“Chris you don’t know how badly I needed this” I said as I continued to bounce on his dick
“Fuck Y/N use me. Milk me of all my cum please baby” he said running his hands up my sides and gripping my breasts
“Oh fuck” I said throwing my head back
I started to clench down On Chris, and he let out a whine that sent shivers down my spine
“Whine like that again, and I swear I’ll fucking cum so hard” I said looking down at him. He had both his hands behind his head propping his head up a little bit.
“Fuck if it means I get to see your beautiful face as you cum all over me I’ll keep doing it” He said biting his lip
I moaned at this and started grinding against him. My clit hitting his pelvic bone in a delicious manner. I continued to clench down on him as I grinded against him. His dick pounding against my g spot
“Chris im gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, can I please cum” I asked grinding faster
“Yes baby cum, cum for me please cum all over my cock” he said in such a raspy voice, and with that I was cumming all over his cock. Shaking and falling limp down on him.
Chris grabbed my ass and pounded up into me chasing his release, and this made me moan from the over stimulation, and hearing Chris’ grunting in my ear
“I think I’m going to cum again” I said sobbing into his neck
With that Chris came in me whining and moaning and shaking, and seconds later I came on his dick for a second time a mixture of our cum running down his dick
“That was so well needed” he said kissing me as we came down from our highs
“Oh god yes. I don’t know how I lasted that long” I said slowly starting to sit up, so I could get off of him
“Me neither, I needed that badly” he said as I got off of him searching for something to clean us up with
“Oh Matt left napkins in the glovebox” he said, and I reached over grabbing napkins to clean ourselves off with
After cleaning ourselves off we got back into our clothes and fixed the back seats. Chris threw the napkins on the floor outside
“Chris don’t litter” I said getting back into the car
“Oh yeah let me carry around a cum covered tissue to properly dispose of it” he said sarcastically
“Oh shut the fuck up” I said smacking him on his arm
As we got situated and he turned the car lights back on he got a call from Nick
“Sup bro” he said as he put the car into reverse
“Where the fuck yall went we have a car video to film” Nick said
“Oh shit my bad I didn’t realize the time. Y/N and I went out to eat and then went to see a movie” he said lying straight out his ass
“Yeah well it’s 12pm get home so we can film” Matt said from a distance
“Alright we should be back in 20. Be ready to hop in so we can film” they replied with okay, and he hung up
“Chris they’re going to know we fucked” I said laughing
“No they will not! We cleaned everything up” he said grabbing my hand
“Yeah let’s hope” I said blushing
After 20 minutes we arrived at their house, and he reached out to his brothers saying he was ready to pick them up. They got to the car, and hopped in the back seat.
“Y/N I MISSED YOUU” Nick said all giddy
“I missed you too Nick” I said laughing at him
Matt got in the car, but squinted his eyes before saying anything
“It smells like sex in here” Matt said looking at both Chris and I
“What the fuck you saying kid” Chris said
“It smells like sweaty hot sex” he said laughing, and Chris reached back to smack his brother
“Shut the fuck up” Chris said
“Omg omg wait yall fucked in here” Nick said getting loud, I slightly nodded at him
“OH MY GOD YALL FUCKED IN HERE AND I JUST SAT IN HERE AND PUT MY SNACK DOWN IN THE AREA YALL FUCKED IN?? IM SICK” Nick said screaming and thrashing around
“Nick shut the fuck up and calm down” Chris said getting annoyed
“CALM DOWN I DONT WANT TO SIT WHERE YALL FUCKED” he said pretending to cry
“Grow up” Matt said laughing at him
After 10 more minutes of that. They decided to finally drive to a location and film their YouTube video. Nick is ever so often being reminded of what just went on an hour prior.
And all Chris can do is give Y/N small smiles and flirty smirks here and there.
The End
For the person who requested this I HOPE it was good😭😭 as of right now my requests are still open. I’m currently working on Matt imagine, and then I have to work on a friendship imagine again🤭🤭
-J💅🏽
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lustfulslxt · 4 months
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Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up
Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo
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warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo
“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”
Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.
“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”
I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.
I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”
Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.
“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”
Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.
“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.
Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.
Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.
“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.
I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.
My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”
“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out
“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.
“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.
“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.
“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.
I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”
He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.
“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.
He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.
“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.
Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.
“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.
I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”
He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.
I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.
Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.
Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.
I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.
Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.
I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.
Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.
“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”
I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”
My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”
“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”
“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.
He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”
“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.
He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”
A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”
“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.
He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.
“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.
My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.
“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.
I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.
“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.
“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”
“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”
With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.
“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.
“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.
“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.
The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.
a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx
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lilywastaken · 1 year
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⇝ cowboy .
Rodolfo Parra x Fem!AFAB!Reader.
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SUMMARY: You don't like Rudy's new hat.
WARNINGS: NSFW!! Some fluffy moments<3.
A/N: Based on this image here! Finally got it out 😭 I'm going to pass out now good night! (Please reblog and comment it helps a lot!!!) Also not proofread, that'll have to wait till tomorrow 😭.
WORD COUNT: 3.5k.
Translations are at the end!
Also on ao3 !
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"What. Is. That."
"¿No te gusta?" Rodolfo chuckled, pinching the rim of the hay and running the fingers along it, adjusting it over his head of curls, the contrast between the sombrero and the boxers he was currently sporting enough to make you laugh. "Era de mi papá. Found it looking through my mom's attic."
"Rudy…" you trailed off, sucking in air through your teeth as you watched him admire himself in the mirror, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "I think it's the underwear that's not doing it for me."
You meant that innocently, of course. Imagining him in his normal clothes with the hat was way more attractive than whatever was going on right now, but by the way he turned towards you with a sparkle in his eye and his hands resting on his hips right above the elastic band of said underwear, he'd clearly taken it the dirty way.
"Oh? So you'd rather me without them?"
Your face went warm, rolling your eyes and turning around in your shared bed, clicking your tongue in annoyance. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Take it off and come to bed."
"Aguafiestas." He grumbled, balancing the hat carefully on top of the full length mirror before adjusting his underwear, climbing back into bed per request and wrapping his arms around you instantaneously. "My father told me that mom took one look at him in that hat and fell head over heels for him!"
"Yeah? Well your father lied, Rudy. Go to sleep."
"Ay, cómo me hieres, mi vida."
A few weeks passed before you saw him wear the damned hat again. It hung on the mirror where he'd left it, and it didn't move until some of his family came over to his house to celebrate one of his niece's birthdays, since of course, uncle Rudy had the biggest house and was always willing to have his family come over.
You were very fond of his family, as were they towards you, so you had no problem with them celebrating at your place since it was always a whole lot of fun, and you could just snuggle with your husband on one of the chairs they put outside and sip on a beer while chatting away with his relatives.
And that's exactly what you were doing, sitting on Rudy's lap in one of the plastic chairs his brother had brought over, running your fingers through his hair while he worked on finishing his second beer and entertained his smallest nephew, who's current fixation was apparently cowboys. And as luck would have it, Rudy was one (well, a self proclaimed one, you doubted he and Alejandro actually did any horse riding or used lassos back at base.), and the small boy had immediately taken a liking to him after his father had redirected him towards you both, no doubt wanting to get some peace with his own wife.
"And you wear hats? Like the movies?" The boy spoke, waving his hands around his head to further his point, gasping as Rudy nodded and slapped a hand down onto your thigh, your immediate response being to hit him in the chest.
"Así es. Shoot guns, too."
"Woah!" The little boy had sparkles in his eyes, which only brightened when his grandma came over and placed a hand on Rudy's shoulder, gesturing towards the house.
"How about you go show him the hat? I'm sure your dad would like to see you wear it too."
"Dale, ahora vuelvo." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek (you didn't miss the cheeky look in his eye) before sliding out from under you, rushing back inside.
"He told me you fell for his dad as soon as you saw the hat." You commented over to his mother, taking the almost empty beer Rudy had left and finishing it off.
She snorted, waving her hand at you dismissively. "Ay, no, he looked ridiculous in it. Just didn't have the heart to tell him."
You deadpanned at her, not believing your ears. "So why'd you give it to Rudy?" You whined, making her laugh.
"Thought I'd enjoy seeing you suffer a bit, mija."
You threw your head back in exasperation, hitting it against the hard plastic of the chair as soon as you saw Rudy return with the hat on, whistling and compliments erupting from everyone as he quite basically sauntered back over to you, lifting you up and taking back his rightful spot with you on his lap, an unamused look on your face.
After entertaining his nephew for a bit, he turned back to you, arms wrapped around your waist and a sweet smile on his lips, his hands stroking at the warm skin your clothes didn't cover. "Ay, come on, it can't be that bad."
Well… he wasn't wrong. Although it still clashed a bit with the clothes he was currently wearing, you couldn't lie that it didn't look horrible on him, at least it wasn't one of the Mariachi hats you'd seen hung up at his dad's house the last time you went over.
You raised a hand to cup his cheek, face growing warm as he immediately leaned into you, eyes fluttering closed and a soft sigh leaving him, relaxing under your touch.
"It's… not awful." You murmured, bringing his face closer so you could press a short kiss to the tip of his nose. "Mi vaquero."
He laughed, tilting his head up to kiss you properly, pulling back after a bit and smiling. "Eso es, tu vaquero."
You spent the remaining hours of the night like that, perched on his lap sharing short chaste kisses with him, only stopping for him to get another beer or when his father came over to slam his hand onto Rudy's back, laughing boastfully about how he told him the hat worked.
And you were horrified to say, at the end of the night, that his father wasn't wrong.
Watching him clean up and wash the dishes with the hat still on, shouldn't have been as attractive as it was.
Some of his family still loitered outside, and watching Rudy with his hands on his waist like his mother usually did telling his brothers to make sure to clean after themselves before leaving was definitely one of the highlights of your night, but you didn't mind.
After throwing away some empty bottles, you passed the guest bathroom, stopping in your tracks as you saw Rudy standing in front of the mirror, rubbing at his stubble with a concentrated look.
"Howdy, cowboy." You said in an overly western accent, getting a laugh out of him as he turned to look at you. "What happened to our bathroom upstairs?"
"Oh, one of the kids spilled their drink all over themselves, my sister's cleaning them up." He explained with a shrug, watching you carefully as you walked in and closed the door behind you, hopping up onto the counter and sending him a wide smile. "¿Qué?"
"Nothing." You reached out a hand to brush against his cheek, warmth pooling in your tummy as he instantly melted into your touch, running your fingers over the five o'clock shadow he'd been sporting for a while. "You know… The hat's actually doing it for me."
The way his whole face brightened could've been enough to rival every single star in the galaxy.
"¿En serio?"
"En serio." You repeated with a smile, watching him slowly make his way between your legs, his warm hands running down your exposed thighs and making their home there, cockiness oozing out of him.
"Hmm… I told you it worked. You should be glad you're the only woman I've worn it around…" He joked, leaning in to continue the kisses you'd both been sharing across the night, letting you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
"Like anyone else would love you and your dorky hat the way I do." You teased, pulling down at his hat from the back and giggling as he furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in mock anger.
"Hmph." He stopped moving, leaving you to be the one continuing the kisses, stopping in your tracks when you realised you were the only one putting effort into your little makeout session.
"What?" You laughed, knowing his anger wasn't serious. "Little cowboy can't handle the truth?"
The condescending giggle and the way you pulled down at the front of his hat so it would cover his eyes turned his fake anger into a simmering irritation, the grip he had on your thighs tightening.
His cheeks burned from beneath the hat, although he couldn't lie that the spot around his crotch wasn't growing tighter, your mocking tone making him want to do nothing more than to bend you over the counter and teach you a lesson. Despite how rarely he got into this state of mind where all he wanted was to fuck you as roughly as he could, when he did, the only goal in his mind was to get you to a point where the only thing coming out of your mouth was his name.
And now, he knew it was a tiny bit ridiculous getting this worked up over some teasing jokes, but from past experience, he knew you never complained when he got like this.
"Oh, c'mon. Are you crying?" You snickered, flicking the brim of his hat up so you could see his eyes, ready to crack and start giggling when you would inevitably see his own face struggling not to laugh, but you froze in your tracks when you saw the way his eyes had darkened.
Oh.
Oh.
A pleasurable shiver ran down your spine as you realised what you'd gotten into, dropping your hands down to his that were still perched on your thighs, taking them and directing them to grab onto your waist, freezing as he pulled them back away from you and grabbed onto your thighs once again, wrapping them around his waist and pulling your along.
"¿Te crees graciosa, mi amor?"
You kept your mouth closed, slowly hooking your feet behind his back to keep him close, shaking your head at him.
"Shy all of a sudden? What happened to that snarky mouth of yours?" He grumbled, one of his hands coming down to slap at the top of your thighs, near your ass. "Think we can find a better way to keep it occupied that isn't insulting your poor husband?"
You immediately nodded, giddiness filling your body as you watched him step back and start unbuckling his belt, taking that as the clue to jump off the counter and slide to your knees, shuffling towards him and sitting down on your heels expectantly, looking up at him through your eyelashes as he unzipped his fly.
"Cálmate."
Despite the angry façade he was trying to keep up, he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as soon as he held his cock out in front of you, the awestruck look that you wore never failing to boost his ego and make him giddy.
"Venga. You can touch."
As soon as those words had left his mouth, you took him into your own, enjoying the slight salty taste he had from having sat outside in the sun for so long, arms coming up to grab at his jeans as you took him all the way down to the base, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his hand grabbed at the back of your head, pushing your face into the tuft of curls that adorned the base of his beautiful cock.
"Ay… Así es, mi amor… good girl …"
You moaned at his praise, sending vibrations right up his spine and making him throw his head back, the feeling of your mouth drooling around his cock always a beautiful sight.
You pulled back, resorting to giving yourself a quick break and peppering kisses all over him, taking a few moments to press a few to his balls, knowing he was extra sensitive down there, before going back to training your throat to take him once again. It wasn't like you'd never had him in your mouth before, hell, you'd spend all day between his legs if you could, but you were never fully able to get used to his massive size, always slightly struggling when giving him a blowjob and when taking him normally.
"Ay, que linda te ves…" He sighed, brushing some strands of your hair away from your eyes so he could gaze into them properly, thighs stuttering as you gagged around him, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to regain his proper mindset. "Okay, come on… Dios, I need to fuck you so badly."
You seemed to have forgotten who'd been in charge a few moments back due to how his tone had changed back to his normal, sweet one that he used during soft sex, completely ignoring his request and continuing to slide his cock down your throat, fingers running over the sensitive base and massaging his balls.
He growled, throwing his head back and indulging you for a few more moments before finally grasping at your hair and forcibly pulling you back, looking down at your tear and drool stained face as you both regained your breath.
"I told you to stop. Can't listen to a single thing I say, huh? Let's see if you get this one, then. Arriba."
You immediately got up as he tugged at your hair upwards, not rough enough to hurt, but hard enough to convey the message.
He met you with a sloppy kiss, not even caring that you'd been sucking his dick mere moments ago, just needing to have your lips against his.
"Venga, venga." He murmured as he tried pulling away, but got too distracted on how pretty you sounded while he kissed you dumb, hands grabbing at your waistband so he could pull down your shorts while distracting you with his breathtaking kiss. "Up." He breathed out once your shorts were lying on the ground, raising your arms so he could easily tug your shirt off and wrench off your bra, hands immediately grabbing at your breasts, thumb and pointer finger pulling and tugging at your nipples until they were hard and sore.
"Oww, Rudy…" you whined against his lips, crying out as he grabbed you by the hair again and moved you both back to the counter, carefully yet still roughly bending you over and pushing your flushed face against the cool marble.
"Stay." He snapped, slapping at you ass when he saw you try to squirm, tugging at his cock a few more times with a few breathless moans before deeming himself ready enough, pushing aside your panties to reveal your sopping wet hole. "No mames… You're fucking soaking, mi vida…"
You whined in embarrassment, trying to move away from his burning gaze but only getting another slap to the ass instead.
"Ay, nothing to be embarrassed about…" He cooed, smiling at the loud moan that left your lips as soon as his cock pressed against your entrance. "Makes me feel real happy that you're this turned on because of me."
Without even letting you reply, he pushed right in, the sound that left you akin to a scream and muffling the moan that escaped him.
"Rudy!" You cried out, tears bordering your eyes as you pulsed around him, whimpering once his hands landed on your waist and he leaned down to kiss all over your back, rubbing his stubble against your skin with a snicker to watch you squirm.
"Yeah, it's me… Come on, you tell me…" He murmured between soft kisses, despite the bad guy stance he'd taken at the beginning still worried about your wellbeing and enjoyment during, waiting for you to adjust so he could pound into you.
After a few moments of deep breaths and getting used to his cock pressing deep against you (also enjoying the soft kisses he was peppering all over your skin), you let out a small whimper, grinding your ass back onto his cock and waiting for him to get the gist.
And when he did, oh, his hand landed over your tailbone, using that as leverage to pull out and slam back in, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion and the weird feeling of your tits rubbing against cold marble, the warm sensation your husband was causing down there contrasting with how cold your upper body felt when pressed to the cool counter.
"So, so good!!" You praised with a cry, one of his hands grabbing at your wrists and tugging the back, holding them together as he continued to slam in and out of you, the head of his cock almost always hitting that one spot he'd memorised by now, feeling every single ridge and vein rub against your insides in the best way possible. "So good, Rudy!!'
"Yeah? That good, mi vida?" He moaned out, rolling his hips to get deeper and to pull a crying mewl out of you, chuckling as he saw the drool dribbling down your mouth and onto the counter. "¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita?"
His knees pushed your legs further apart, giving him more space to ram his cock into and make you see stars, body shaking around his cock as you both got closer to the edge despite his initial remarks, the rough feeling of his cock battering your insides enough to get you both to your orgasms quicker than usual.
"'m- gonna-"
"Sí, ya sé. You can do it, amor… Cum for me, okay?" He whimpered, his free hand coming down to where you both connected to find your clit, rubbing his thumb against in the way he knew would drive you crazy, smiling sweetly as you looked over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, almost rolling your eyes out of exasperation when you saw the hat still sitting on his now dishevelled curls. "Still here."
Whether he was talking about the hat or himself, you didn't know.
Once the knot inside of you had snapped, and your walls had tightened around his cock, juices squirting around his cock and staining his crotch, he finally gave himself the liberty to cum, letting your wrists go and grabbing onto your ass, using it as leverage to quickly rutt into you, biting down onto his tongue as you made no move to stop him from cumming inside, heart rate spiking as he got more and more excited to finish inside, making eye contact with you once again while he was about to near his release only to see the dumbstruck smile that pulled at your lips, as if you were explicitly waiting for him to finish inside.
That was enough to have his eyes rolling back and his hips stuttering, pressing himself deep inside you and letting himself go, his seed filling you and almost immediately overflowing, your combined juices leaking out of you despite his cock acting like a plug.
"Got a bit excited there, huh?" You said through deep breaths, mentioning the way you'd seen him grin almost manically as he thought about cumming inside. "Degenerate."
"Cállate." He laughed, taking his own deep breath as he leaned over and pressed your lips together, hat sliding off his head and hitting your forehead. "Ay, perdón."
You slapped his hands away before he could take it, pushing him away and forcing him to pull out in the process, allowing you to finally turn around and sit down on the counter like you had before, taking the hat into your hands and placing it messily over your dishevelled hair.
"How'd I look?" You laughed, leaning your sweaty body against the mirror and closing your eyes out of exhaustion.
A beat.
"Rudy?"
Silence.
You cracked one eye open, jaw falling open as your eyes landed on his once again hard cock, unbelieving that he'd gotten turned on after such a session just by seeing you in his hat.
"Oh my god, Rudy. How are you-"
You both froze as the door to the upstairs bathroom opened, listening to his sister and her son talk all the way downstairs and disappear into the backyard, turning back to each other as soon as silence reigned again.
You squealed as he lunged towards you, grabbing at your plush thighs and letting yourself wrap around his body, arms and legs clinging onto him as he didn't even bother to grab at your discarded clothing, slamming the bathroom door open and loudly running upstairs with you in his arms, not wanting to accidentally flash anyone.
You laughed as you both landed on your shared bed, hat still somehow intact as he pulled it off you, putting it back on with a goofy grin.
"How about a second round, mi vida?"
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¿No te gusta? — You don't like it?
Era de mi papá. — It was my dad's.
Aguafiestas. — Spoilsport.
Ay, cómo me hieres. — Oh, how you wound me.
Dale, ahora vuelvo. — Alright, I'll be right back.
¿En serio? — Seriously?
¿Te crees graciosa? — You think you're funny?
Cálmate. — Calm down.
Qué linda te ves. — You look so beautiful.
Arriba. — Up.
¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita? — We just started and you've already gone stupid?
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dizscreams · 1 year
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Drunk n Love — Ethan Landry ★
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PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader
SUMMARY: Ethans drunk and he says some cute and lovey stuff
WARNINGS: none :)
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You were walking around this stupid frat party wondering where your boyfriend went. You saw Mindy and Anika on the couch so you went to them first. “Hey guys, have you seen Ethan? I can’t find him anywhere,” you ask worriedly.
“Uhh I think he’s in the kitchen with Chad,” Mindy tells you and with a nod of your head you go to look for him. Pushing past all these sweaty people you wonder why you’re even here. Chad had convinced Ethan to go and Ethan didn’t want to go without you, he had practically begged you. You loved him but he was such a piece of work when he wanted to be.
You go to the kitchen and the first thing you see is Chad and Ethan chugging whatever’s in their red solo cups. “Heyyy Y/N!” Chad shouts as he slams his cup on the counter, clearly drunk. ‘Oh god’ you thought. You look over at Ethan who can barely stand on his own. “Chad, what have you made him drink?”
“Hey I didn’t do anyyythin’ he has a mind of his own and a very smart one too! What I do- or wait what HE does is not my fault,” he says defensively with his hands raised.
“Uh huh- right.” You go over to Ethan and put your arm around him. Fuck he was heavy. “Hiii y/n you look so pre-pretty,” he says with a hiccup. You mutter a ‘thank you eth’ and then look over at Chad, “I’m taking him home. You stay here and I’ll get your sister,” you say pointing to Chad with a stern look.
“Yeah yeah whatever mom,” he slurs and pours himself another drink.
“C’mon Eth, let’s get you home.”
“Yes ma’am.” You roll your eyes and make your way back over to where Mindy was. “Mindy! Your brother’s in the kitchen absolutely wasted I think it’s time to take everyone home.”
“Aw shit alright. Thanks, y/n.” You nod and try to get Ethan to move with you but he was too busy staring at his hands. “Ethan what the hell are you doing?”
“Look- look at my hands why are they so big? They’re like very large.” You try not to laugh and grab one of his hands. “Yeah they’re so strong now cmon let’s go home, Eth.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
“Nuh-uh you can’t make me,” he says sticking his tongue out.
“Ethan I swear to god if you don’t move right now I will kick your ass.”
“Ooo i like you mad you look hot,” he says with a goofy smile and a giggle as he sways. “Ethan! Come on!” You’re now dragging him out of the door and he mutters an ‘okay okay’.
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You end up finally making it to his dorm after a long walk that should’ve only been five minutes. You walk him to his room and place him on the bed. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans that probably weren’t going to be comfortable to sleep in.
“Ethan, do you have any pajamas or something more comfortable?” You ask pushing some curls out of his face.
“Mhmmm they’re in the sec- second drawer, baby.” The poor boy could barely hold his head up. You nod at him before going to the drawer and pulling out plaid blue pajama pants and grabbing a random gray t-shirt.
You sit the clothes in his lap, “Here go get dressed in the bathroom.”
“I don’t wanna get upppp,” he whines.
“Ethan I don’t wanna watch you change-“
“You’ve never had a problem beforeee,” he giggles.
“That’s when you’re sober dumbass,” You playfully push his shoulder and he falls back on the bed dramatically with a ‘so rude!’
“Fine, I’ll just turn around.” And you do so as he changes. You could hear him struggle trying to get his shirt off and wanted to laugh at him. He didn’t get drunk often, but it was slightly amusing to you when he did.
“Okay Okay im good now,” he tells you.
“Alright, let’s get you in bed,” you say and he crawls under the covers. You put a light blanket over him and kiss his head as you go to turn off the light.
“Wait-” he stops you as he gently grabs your wrist. “Are you not gonna sleep with me?” he asks with a pout.
“Ethan, I have to go.”
“Nooo! No you don’t. Can you just- just stay with me until I sleep? Please?” He says with his big brown eyes looking up at you.
“Okay, but only till you fall asleep.”
“Yayyy!!” You shush him for being too loud before you’re under the covers with him. He turns so his back isn’t facing you anymore and instead he wraps his arms around you while his chin is on top of your head.
“Hey Y/n?”
“Yeah Ethan?”
“You know I love you right. I love you a lot and thank you for takin ca- caare of me. You’re a good partner.”
“I love you too and you’re welc-“
He cuts you off, “I’m gonna marry you some day, did you know? We’re gonna have a weddin a faancy one too,” he smiles to himself.
You’re stunned for a moment before the biggest smile is across your face. You’re about to respond but you see he already closed his eyes and was ready to sleep. You lay there with him not wanting to get up and decided you were going to stay there all night.
Even though he probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, you would, and you’d treasure the memory.
That boy has your whole heart.
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this sucksss but I love him so much :( AND IM SORRY GUYS ILL WORK ON REQUESTS TMR!!
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yorshie · 4 months
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Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well
Could you please do some Headcanons for tmnt (bayverse) x reader who has a huge problem with overheating? Like. Huge problem. Gets lightheaded, can’t sleep on “too warm” beds or places, Sometimes needs to lie on the cold ground or have ice packs on their face, legs, basically their whole self as an attempt of trying to cool down? And when they find out the boys skin is actually quite chilly they get more affectionate? Handsy? Of course w their consent, Legs get laced together, resting on their lap more often, both have crushes going on but reader is so bothered by how hot their skin is, all of the anxiety/bashfulness of approaching them is throw out of the window, and since winter is coming and the boys are coldblooded, a personal heater would be most welcomed (honestly a fair trade for everybody lol)
Hope that makes sense? (Honestly today is really bothering me cuz I’ve already used 3 ice packs and nothing is working 😭 i feel my face and legs are on fire and it’s so bothersome. I need some reassurance from some chilly boys fr) thank you and have a good day
Hello! I'm doing good, I hope you are doing better! I've been thinking about this ask for quite a bit, because I couldn't decide how exactly I was going to handle the turtles body heat, but I was totally enamored of imagining them being slightly cooler to reader's body heat, even though they do produce their own. Endothermic vs Ectothermic arguments went round and round, til I finally decided I was thinking about it waaaaayyyyy too deeply lol. So, thank you so much for sending this in, because it helped me Answer Some Questions for my personal writing lol. Going with the bayverse turtles run cooler than the average human body temp, but that they can withstand a range of temperatures because they still generate their own heat. So without further ado!
Bayverse turtles x GN reader, SFW - headcanons for nonspecific turtle
as always turtles are 24-25 in my writing
the first time he catches you lying on the floor in your home, surrounded by ziploc baggies of ice and an ice pack balanced on your nose, he almost snapped a picture at how goofy it looked. Then he noticed how red your skin was, how miserable you seemed, and he decided maybe it'd be better to check and see if you were ok
Upon finding out that, no, this was normal for you, that you were burning up despite how freezing cold your living room was, a small voice in the back of his head immediately reminded him that he ran COLD. He ignored it all through swapping your baggies out with fresh ice, of watching you roll to a new spot on the floor to find a new cool spot before his traitorous mouth opens up and he hears words that sound eerily like his own voice before he can reel the offer back in.
At first, you don't believe him. He's being sweet, sure, but the thought of touching or cuddling someone right now makes you want to commit murder. It takes him reaching out abruptly and placing his palm against your uncovered stomach for the fact to sink in that... oh my GOD HE"S COLD.
From that moment on, he is the designated cuddle buddy. In a pinch you'll make due with one of his brothers if you can convince them to stay still, but the first time he caught you draped over one of their shells you got the stink eye for three days straight, and when it came time for you to ask him once more to help you ended up being held more like a teddy bear.
Most of the time though, you sprawl across him on movie nights, cheek to his plastron, trying in vain to beat down blooming feelings when he rests his large, cool hands against your back and twines your legs together. Once or twice you're even embarrassed over it when it happens in front of his brothers, but at this point they just act like its normal. Just know, though, that your turtle has gotten ribbed over it privately, and there's a betting pool they've got going behind the two of yours' backs.
Come winter, you notice it's not just your turtle that's creeping in to cuddle now. With the weather turning, it seems the other three have realized that while they are a walking, talking ice pack for you, you are in fact a walking, talking furnace for them. Your turtle is definitely in the middle of the huddle, but don't be surprised to find yourself in the middle of a turtle pile anytime you come over. Don't worry, you're not the only human that gets wrangled into this. One time you got yoinked into the pile trying to coax your turtle out for some one on one cuddles and you found both Casey and April in the middle of the pile, both slightly squashed and unhappy about their turtle kidnapping.
All and all it's a revolving door of seeking each other out for heat and/or for cold, I'd give the betting pool a max of four months before it's being cashed out.
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skipper1331 · 10 months
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Obsessed // Alessia Russo
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Alessia and you were lying on the couch watching modern family. Well, that was the original plan, however Alessia had a different one. The TV shouldn’t have your attention. Alessia should have your attention.
"Lessi, what are you doing?" you giggled.
The striker had her hands on your sides, pulling you into her while peppering kisses all over your face.
"I‘m so obsessed with you, baby." Her eyes were nothing but full of love. Still, all these years later she made you feel like a lovestruck teenager.
Alessia often used that phrase. Because it‘s true. That girl was head over heels for you and has been since the moment she met you.
Many years ago
Alessia and her friends were playing football in the park.
And then there was you walking around with your little brother. Normally, you would be studying but your mother was still working so you had to take care of your brother. You enjoyed it though. Your brother was a little sunshine. Smiley, goofy, laughing. A boy who enjoyed his life.
"I want a dog, missy. You know? It would be so cool! I could play with him all the time. While I throw him his toy I would train my arm. So I can be like gramps." Your grandpa was an absolute legend in handball. The same passion he had, your brother has now. And to be honest your brother was quite good at it.
So the reason why you were at the park was to let him play. You knew there was a little goal which he could use. Nobody used it. You have never seen someone besides your brother use it.
As soon as he saw the goal he ran to it and threw the ball. "MISSY! HURRY UP!!!" he shouted while you walked (slowly in his eyes) to him. His shouting got Alessias attention. She and her friends a bit away. But not only Alessias attention, everyones attention. They all shared a look before they looked towards the both of you. When Alessia saw you her world stopped. You might think of it as a cliche but Alessia Russo had never seen a girl prettier than you. She watched the way you played with your brother, the way you would jump in the wrong way so the ball would go in, the way you played catch and throw.
The whole time while playing with her friends she couldn‘t focus. She was too focused on you. Too obessed with you.
Her touch was sloppy. Her passes were sloppy. Eventually her friends gave up on having a good game. When they started their journey home Alessia thought about doing it too but she couldn‘t go home without knowing your name. She would regret it. Being bold in that moment she walked over to the two of you. "Wrong choice of sport, mate" she joked. "Hi, i‘m Al-" she couldn‘t even finish her sentence because your brother was so offended. "Excuse you! My gramps is a H-E-R-O in this sport." She didn‘t think that her choice of words would lead to this. She just wanted to get know you. "Scotty, be nice. She was joking." In that moment she could‘ve sworn that she was about to faint. Your voice was music to her ears. "I‘m Y/N"
And that‘s how your relationship started.
some years ago
Alessia and you have been a couple for about 2 years and you both couldn‘t be happier. But what Alessia was feeling right now was nothing but happiness. Her day already started shitty and it only got worse. Last night she forgot to charge her phone so this morning it didn‘t have any battery. As a result she couldn‘t read your daily morning messages. In school she found out that she left her homework at home which were due today and training in general was just not it. The worst part of all was that she missed you. She wanted to be in your arms. They would make anything better. Immediately after training was finished Alessia made her way home. She knew you were at her house waiting.
You and her mom were sitting in the living room talking about the new recipe she tried a few days ago when a moody Alessia came home. She didn‘t even say hello. She just walked up to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her. In her bedroom, she wordlessly laid you down on her bed and flopped onto you. Instantly your arms went around her. Her face was hidden in the crook of your neck while she inhaled your scent. "Hard day today, baby?" you asked quietly. You could feel her nod. You pressed a kiss to her temple and started tracing patterns on her back, so she would calm down. You didn’t know how long you‘ve been doing it but when you heard her sleepy voice say "I‘m obessed with you" you knew she was about to fall asleep.
a few years ago
It was family trip time.
Alessias family had invited you to come with them to Italy. Of course you agreed. You have never been in Italy before and with all the stories Alessia told you about her nonna you were excited to meet her. Alessia loved Italy. How couldn‘t she? She loved everything about it. The food, the people, the weather, everything. And now the person she loved most came to the place she loved. She was excited. On the whole journey (the flight and car rides) to her nonnas she couldn‘t shut up about the things she wanted to show you. She was so enthusiastic and full of joy that you couldn‘t stop smiling (at her).
In the first week Alessia showed you around, took you on romatic dates and you, her and her family had almost every night a game night. It was perfect.
One night her nonna made dinner (she always did but this time it was different) she asked you if you wanted to learn how to make a real italian lasagna. You didn’t let that opportunity slip through your fingers. Her nonna showed you how to make the perfect lasagna and while she taught you it she also taught you some italian words and phrases.
Alessia was head over heels. She loved that her nonna liked you, she loved that you and her nonna connected so well. She felt special because you were special. Her nonna had never asked someone who was not blood related to help her make her lasagna. Not one of her brothers girlfriends, nobody. The only thing Alessia could do was watch. She watched you the whole time with big heart eyes. "You really love her, don‘t you?“ her brother asked, snapping her halfway out of her trance but not completely. “Yeah. I‘m so obsessed with her.“ she answered honestly, still with her eyes fixed on you. What she didn’t realize though was that her answer was in fact loud spoken. Not in a whisper like she thought. "I always knew you‘re obessed with me“ giggling you pressed a kiss on her cheek. Her face turning a deep shade of red. "Look at the lasagna we made!“ you stated with so much pride in your voice. You were really proud of that lasagna, hoping it would taste good. "It looks almost as amazing as you“ your lover replied whilst smacking her arm around your waist. "smooth“ the other Russo brother laughed.
The rest of the night was filled with a delicious meal, laughing and enjoying each others presence. That night was one of the happiest Alessia ever had. She was in the country she loved, around the people she loved most. She was at peace.
present
"Still? Years later?“ you whispered against her lips, an inch away. ”Yeah“ she breathed.
With that being said she kissed you. She kissed you like there was no tomorrow. She kissed you like you were the only girl in the world (because for her you were). She kissed you like she would do it for the rest of your lives.
After all those years Alessia was still obsessed with you and neither of you wanted it any other way.
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toournextadventure · 10 months
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movie night drabble i
Summary: The ever elusive Tara Carpenter finally makes her appearance at your brother's frat party. Maybe you'll kiss. Okay, you'll definitely kiss.
Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: swearing, smut 18+, underage drinking, slight violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader A/N: I got a little more goofy with R in this one because I wanted to try something a little different with my writing, so I hope y'all enjoy! movie night i | movie night ii | movie night iii
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"Hey," your brother Alfie shouted over the music blaring throughout the frat house. "Carpenter's here."
You turned so quickly you spilled the vodka from your cup onto your shirt.
"Ah fuck," you mumbled, dropping the now-empty cup without a care in the world. Not like it was your frat house, why should you keep it clean?
You promptly bent down to pick it back up. Your Ma raised you better than that.
"Where is she?" You asked, once again searching for any sign of the younger Carpenter girl.
"You don't see her?" He was teasing you. It was evident by the stupid, smug look on his ugly mug.
"She's 5 foot nothin’, no I don't see her," you argued back.
“Over there,” Alfie pointed, and you followed his finger as best as you could.
“Where are you pointing your crooked ass finger?” You asked.
“See Frankie?” He asked in frustration. As if it was your fault he had crooked, broken fingers. “She’s talkin’ to him.”
“Ah shit,” you mumbled when you spotted Frankie and, finally, Tara. “Take my cup.”
You didn’t wait for him to agree before shoving the cup into his arms and making your way through the crowded frat house. As much as you wanted to see Tara, you didn’t want to see her with fucking Frankie. No one was worse than that prick. You and Alfie were pricks too, but at least you both stayed respectful. Frankie just wanted to get his rocks off with whatever girl gave him the chance.
Unfortunately, it looked like Tara might be that girl.
He was standing a little too close for comfort by the time you finally shoved your way past everyone. That annoying little voice in your head reminded you that Tara wasn’t yours and you had no right to her. And that voice was correct! But that didn’t mean you were going to stand aside and let fucking Frankie get his greasy hands on her.
“Hey Frankie,” you said with an obnoxious smile and a painfully hard clap on his shoulder. “How ya doin’?”
“Hey,” he said without even looking at you.
“Hi Tara,” you said far softer and with a much more genuine smile. At least you hoped it was, you were starting to feel a bit of that vodka settling in.
Tara opened her mouth to answer before being cut off by Frankie. “Need something?”
Think of something good.
“Yeah, actually,” you said with a shrug, “but we might wanna talk in private.”
“Just tell me now, Street Rat,” he said quickly. “I’m busy.”
Think of something good.
“It’s just,” you sighed, “I wanna make sure you get yourself checked out, man.”
“For what?”
“I was just talking with Skye earlier and she said she got the clap,” you said with a shrug. “I know you two are fuck buddies so you should probably watch out.”
“You serious?” He asked, suddenly standing up and looking far more furious as he crushed his beer in his hand.
“I’m doin’ you a solid, man-”
“-you gonna say this shit in front of Carpenter?” He asked, now standing toe-to-toe with you. Admittedly you may have underestimated his reaction to such a ploy. Should’ve come up with something less good.
“Dude chill, I told you we should talk in private-”
“-didn’t tell me it was about the fucking clap.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be tryin’ to fuck every girl that looks at you.”
You heard the crack below your eye before you felt it, a painful punch spiderwebbing across your cheekbone and eye. Nothing you hadn’t felt before, but Frankie could pack a punch when needed. Tears instantly pricked at your eyes as you recaught your balance and stood up, trying to blink away the pain. And tears. And humiliation.
“Say it again, Street Rat,” Frankie said.
“Hey, that’s enough,” Tara tried to say, doing her best to stand in between the both of you. Not that it mattered, she was too short. It was pretty cute, actually. “Y/N, let’s go.”
Don’t say it.
“You’re a man whore, dude,” you said anyway. He clenched his jaw tighter. “A man whore with the clap.”
You moved Tara out of the way and braced yourself when Frankie lifted his fist again. Thankfully he had dropped the beer can; you could already feel something warm trickling down the side of your face. If he was going to hit you then he needed to do it like a man, not with a weapon. Pop always said only cowards used weapons against unarmed men.
Maybe you should have been a coward.
The punch never came. When you re-opened your eyes, you saw Alfie standing there in between the both of you, creating the buffer Tara had tried and failed to become. His back was to you but you could tell by the square set of his shoulders that he was tense. And pissed. Oh god, he was pissed.
“Go home, Frankie,” Alfie said in his heavy Bronx accent. Like most everyone in the family, it came out more when he was tense. Or angry. Oh, he was angry.
“Not until I get an apology,” Frankie said as he pointed to you. “To my face.”
“Not my fault you’re collectin’ STDs like they’re fuckin’ Pokemon, man,” you said back. Shut up!
“Come here-”
“-enough!” Alfie shouted, pushing you both back. Not that you needed the encouragement, your cheek was still throbbing from the first punch. “Get the fuck out, Frankie.”
“I’ll be back for you, Street Rat,” Frankie said with a finger pointed at you. Like the mature adult you were, you stuck your tongue out at him before giving him your best New Yorker smile.
“Now,” Alfie insinuated with a push on Frankie’s chest, guiding him to the front door.
With one more look at you, Frankie finally made his way out of the frat house, pushing past whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his way. He was barely out of sight before you felt a hard slap against your stomach, forcing you to double over. You felt like you were going to puke. Maybe you would.
“Quit startin’ fights, you moron,” Alfie said as he grabbed your shoulders and stood you up straight again. “I’m gettin’ real tired of defending your sorry ass.”
“Pop always said I was a slow learner,” you said, your own accent coming out just enough to irritate you. With a slight scowl, you focused harder on your words. “I’m sorry.”
“Better be,” he said with a sigh. Finally, he turned his head to look at Tara. “You good, doll?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a shrug.
“Be careful with Frankie,” he continued. “He’s a real prick.”
“He’s a-”
“-not a word from you,” Alfie interrupted you with another slap to the shoulder. “You started this whole mess.”
“Coulda finished it too if you gave me the chance,” you said, rubbing your now sore shoulder and still trying not to puke from the blow to the stomach. Maybe those fireball shots weren’t necessary.
“Would you mind taking our little menace upstairs and cleaning the blood off?” Alfie asked Tara. “I’d appreciate it.”
Tara looked at you at the suggestion, really looked at you. Just that one look from her was enough to have your heart beating out of your chest like a Loony Toons character. Oh what you wouldn’t give to have her look at you all the time, whether in malice or admiration or love. Just to have her eyes on you would be enough to leave you happy and content until the day you died.
“Fine,” she said with a sigh, reaching forward to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t test her,” Alfie whispered to you as Tara pulled you away.
You just wiggled your brows suggestively at him, to which he promptly threw his hands up in defeat.
Tara led you throughout the frat house as if she had lived there her entire life. It was almost amusing to see someone so small moving through the crowd without any trouble, as if people knew there was a child among them and they needed to make sure not to step on it. Wait, maybe you shouldn’t be comparing her to a child. But, come on, she was small enough.
By the time you both managed to stumble up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, you were very much starting to feel the alcohol and the bruise that was blooming across your cheek. It was going to smart, that was for sure. Tara pushed you into Alfie’s room - by pure coincidence, surely - and shut the door behind her, locking it promptly.
“You’re a prick,” she said the moment she turned back around to look at you.
“I was protectin’ you,” you said, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly to ease the accent. “Frankie’s a prick and you know it.”
“I didn’t need protecting,” she groaned. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
“You wanna get the clap, be my guest,” you said with a shrug.
“Does he really have it?” Tara asked doubtfully.
You closed your mouth and looked off at Alfie’s closet. If you didn’t look at her, maybe she wouldn’t force you to answer. Even with the music pounding through the walls, you heard her sigh. You shouldn’t have lied, that annoying little voice in your head said. Sometimes you hated your subconscious; it was usually right.
Tara’s hand gripping your jaw made you flinch, which then made the throbbing in your cheek resume once again. Say what you wanted about Frankie, but he could pack a punch. Probably would’ve been better to just leave him be. But then Tara pulled your chin to face her, and you were instantly reassured that no, you absolutely should’ve gotten him to leave.
“He cut your cheek,” she said as her eyes left yours to look at the wounds that adorned your face. “Have anything to clean it with?”
“Here,” you said, leaning back just enough to pull your shirt over your head. Tara’s eyes went wide before she did her best to look anywhere but at you.
“Please put your shirt back on,” she said, still not looking at you.
“It’s got vodka on it anyway,” you said as you shoved the shirt into her hands. “Nature’s disinfectant.”
“It-,” she turned to look at you incredulously. “Are you stupid?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” you said with a grin. “Just clean it already, I’m braced.”
Tara shook her head slowly, but grabbed your jaw once again to hold you still. Her hand was soft; incredibly soft, actually. Depending on how she held you, you could almost see that scar of hers. An angry pink that looked like it didn’t really want to finish healing. She probably needed to put some cream on it, maybe you could ask your Ma for a bit of advice.
You hissed when she dabbed the vodka drenched shirt on your cheek. Oh, now you remembered why it wasn’t a good idea. It got the job done, sure, but it hurt like a sonofabitch. But you squared your shoulders and stayed still until she was done dabbing it. Even though it seemed like she was cleaning it a little more forcefully than necessary.
“Does Frankie actually have the clap?” Tara asked again while she finished up.
“Have you slept with him?” You asked in return. She gave you a frown before looking back at your cheek.
“No.”
“Then yes he does,” you said with a nod. “Plus a few others, he’s like a breeding ground for ‘em.”
“You’re disgusting,” she sighed before straightening up.
“Listen, if you wanted to get laid tonight, you could’ve always asked me,” you said with a shrug. You hoped it came off as nonchalant, even though you were totally chalant about it. Was that even a word?
“What makes you think I would want to sleep with you?” Tara asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. It didn’t distract you from noticing the slightest flush to her cheeks.
“Because you think I’m sexy,” you said in a sing-songy voice, “and you wanna kiss me.”
“Anyone ever told you you’re annoying?” She asked.
She did not, however, stop you from reaching out to grab her by the hips and pull her until she was standing between your legs. Even when you were sitting she was barely taller than you. Her arms uncrossed so she could rest her hands on your bare shoulders, causing you to shiver lightly. You were going to blame it on the alcohol.
“You can call me whatever you want,” you said, your eyes darting down to look at her lips. “As long as you call me.”
“This is only because I’m drunk,” Tara said, her own eyes looking at your lips. Bingo.
“Of course,” you said as your thumbs slipped under her shirt and rubbed her hips lightly.
“And if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” she continued.
“Naturally," you agree.
The alcohol coursed through you, leaving a heat in its wake. But it was nothing compared to the inferno you felt in your core when Tara practically surged forward to kiss you. She wasted no time parting her lips for you, letting you taste every inch of her. She tasted of cheap beer and lemonade; surprisingly unsurprising.
"Were you smoking?" She asked as she pulled away; you chased her, leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw. "You smell like smoke."
"Which answer gets me laid?" You asked between kisses.
"You're insufferable," she groaned.
She pushed against your shoulders until you fell back against the bed. Almost instantly, she climbed on top of you, straddling your stomach and placing her hands on your ribs. Her nails were short, but still long enough to scratch your skin lightly, sending another shiver through your body. It was a nice feeling. Painfully nice.
“Don’t try to romance me,” Tara said as she looked down at you; her pupils were blown and she looked absolutely beautiful.
“Just a fuck?” You clarified.
“A quick one,” she said with a nod.
“Clothes off?” You asked.
“On,” she corrected.
“Yes ma’am,” you said quickly before letting your hands push under her shirt, nails lightly scratching across her skin until you felt the underwire of her bra.
You waited, watching her to make sure she consented. The alcohol may have been clouding your judgment ever so slightly, but you weren’t Frankie. When Tara looked at you and nodded, you wasted no time in pushing her bra above her breasts. The moment your knuckles brushed against her nipples, her head slowly fell back and she exhaled sharply through her nose.
That inferno in your core only grew hotter when you rolled her nipple between your thumb and forefinger and her hips stuttered against your stomach. Oh it was a beautiful sight, to see Tara lose even the slightest bit of her composure from such a small gesture. You did it again and had to bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning at the movement of her hips.
“Don’t tease,” she said breathlessly, her nails digging deeper into your ribs. A stunning sting that you hoped would leave marks.
“As you wish,” you said in reply.
One of your hands stayed right where it was, brushing lightly against her nipple just to see her shiver. Your other hand moved down, unbuttoning her jeans with surprising ease that you blamed on nothing more than the alcohol. With nothing else in your way, you effortlessly slipped your hand under the waistband of her underwear, letting out a humiliating moan when you felt just how wet she was.
“Jesus, Tara,” you said breathlessly as you ran your fingers through her folds before stopping on her clit.
“Just shut up,” she said between clenched teeth.
It was an uncomfortable position for your hand to be in, though you wouldn’t change it for the world. Your wrist was at an awkward angle, you couldn’t do much, and there wasn’t much room to move. But that didn’t mean much when Tara was doing most of the work for you, rutting her hips against your hand as if you were good for one thing and one thing only.
“Don’t move,” she gasped, confirming your suspicions. You didn’t really care.
“Fuck,” you groaned as you watched her move, her nails finally splitting your skin ever so slightly. It wouldn’t bleed, but there would be red marks for the next few days. 
Even though Tara wasn’t touching you, there was something satisfying about watching her get herself off on your fingers. Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth fall open when she hit just the right spot. Feeling how wet she was and how effortlessly she could rut against your fingers. No shame, no regrets, just the pleasure of the moment.
God it was hot.
You watched her as she came, her hips stuttering, giving you the opportunity to finally help out and rub tight circles on her clit. Just enough to sustain her orgasm for a few seconds more. She exhaled sharply and leaned forward on her hands, pushing deeper into your ribs. It made it a little harder to breathe, but when Tara Carpenter was the cause? Well, you would be happy to just suffocate under her touch.
“God you’re hot,” you said softly, not even sure if she would hear you or not. That was okay; it wasn’t the point.
Her eyes finally opened as she caught some semblance of control over her breathing again. The beautiful brown of her eyes was taken over by her dark pupils, and for a moment, she almost looked like she was smiling down at you. Maybe she was, you certainly wouldn’t bring it up to her. Not at that moment, anyway. But then she blinked a few times and shook her head before removing her weight from her hands, unburdening you from suffocation.
“I suppose you’re not entirely insufferable,” she said as she slowly pushed herself off of you, being a little extra careful as she buttoned her pants.
“You’re gonna leave me high and dry, aren’t you?” You asked when she tossed your shirt back in your face.
“You never clarified you wanted to get laid,” she said with a smirk before walking to the door and leaving the room.
You fell back onto the bed and sighed loudly. Your head was thumping with your pre-hangover migraine, your cheek was still sore, and you had a serious case of blue balls. But the mental image of Tara getting herself off on your hand… well, you supposed that would suffice.
For now.
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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year
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Spoiled
Pairing: Lance Stroll x Alonso!Reader
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: Fluff, Lance is the perfect bf, slight smut tease
Requested: Yes/No
Request: Hello!! Don’t know if I’m too late for requests, but I’ve been really dumping to read something about Lance dating Fernando’s sister now that they’re teammates🙊
A/N: listen, I’m still learning how to write for Lance, soooo probably not my best work, but it is what it is
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Growing up with Lance was weird. Your brother was close to his father, but you were closer to Lance due to the age gap between you and your brother. Most people would just assume that you and Lance were siblings if Fernando took ya'll out for the day, it took some getting used to, but after a while, no one cared if they thought Fernando was your dad or something.
Lance was always there at the races, so you always hung out with one another, especially when it came to Fernando racing or his father buying tickets for yall to go. Lance was more a friend than a sibling, and Fernando looked out for Lance, even advising him to better his Karting. Lance was traveling more as you both got older, and you had to stay in Spain for more prolonged periods, too, since school was ramping up. Losing contact for a couple of years was rough on Lance. You both are thick as thieves, and it was difficult to pick up the phone and talk, but thankfully you graduated, and Lance was now in F1.
With you coming to watch your brother during your breaks at Uni, you ran into Lance, and that feeling like you were home never left. With both of you being grown up, things had changed. Lance wasn't that lanky, shy boy who would follow you like a puppy. He was now this confident, successful man who was still that comfort you needed. Falling for one another was like breathing air. It came naturally and felt right.
You made the first move since Lance kept to himself, but it didn't stop him from letting you know how he felt. He just didn't want to make things uncomfortable. Remembering that night, you asked him always makes you smile. He had his signature goofy smile and warm brown eyes so full of hope and love for you, you couldn't help but kiss him then.
You didn't out your relationship but weren't necessarily hiding it from people. Lance's family was very welcoming to you, but you grew up with each other, and Lance's mother called it years ago when Lance was following you everywhere. Your brother found out about your relationship when he announced one night during a dinner with both families that he would be driving for Aston Martin. At that point, you and Lance had been together for 2 years.
"I would like to thank the Strolls for giving me this opportunity and for the fact that Lance now has an excuse to see my sister." Fernando laughs after his toast, but everyone just looks around, confused.
"Darling, you know your sister and Lance have been dating for 2 years, right?" Your mother asks while Fernando looks between the two of you.
"What? No, they're not." He scuffs, waving off the idea before he freezes, remembering something.
"Oi, la noche que llegaste a casa ... ¿Desordenado estabas con él?" (Oi, the night you came home... Messy, were you with him?) Fernando asks in Spanish, not wanting to embarrass you in front of the others. You can see the wheels of anger working in his brain as you think of the best thing to say to calm this.
"Hermano, lo amo. Me ha tratado con nada más que respeto y me cuida muy bien." (Brother, I love him. He's treated me with nothing but respect and he takes very good care of me.) You plead with your brother but he just scuffs and stares down Lance who just sits and watches, knowing better than to get between the two siblings.
"You hurt her, and I'll break every fucking bone in your body." Fernando hisses, causing Lance to squirm slightly, but he nods and laces his fingers with yours. Dinner finished with no problems; your parents' drug Fernando away from you two as you walked through Northamptonshire, enjoying the chilly breeze and quietness of the town.
"I love you too," Lance whispers, kissing your cheek and making you smile.
"What was that for?" You ask. Lance might be a softy and spoil you rotten, but he isn't one that randomly says I love you.
"What you told your brother about loving me and how I treat and care for you. I'm saying it back. I love you." He tugs your hand, stopping you, so you look at him.
"You knew what I said?" You gasped, wanting to hide as you weren't openly affectionate. You more so did than told your love.
"Of course, I learned Spanish for you after we turned 16." He admits shrugging his shoulders and pulling you slightly, getting you walking again.
"Lance," You whisper, stopping, you pull him back towards you, making him waver slightly, but he steadies himself quickly, hands finding their usual place on your hips.
You don't care if you're in public; honestly, it's late, and you want to do nothing more than kiss your boyfriend. You lean in, kissing him gently; he stiffens but soon relaxes. His grip tightens on your waist as he pulls you closer. He can't help himself as he gets lost in your taste and smells hands moving away from your waist and to your ass, not even caring as he squeezes it tight.
"Lance." You whimper against his lips, fingers scratching the back of his neck in the way he loves. The groan that leaves his mouth sends your brain buzzing, unable to form thoughts other than him.
"Baby, wait, hold on." He mumbles, pulling away as you bite his bottom lip and suck on it. "Fuck." He groans, almost losing himself in you again.
"The car." He breathes, kissing your forehead and ensuring no one sees you both.
Lance was very protective of you simply because you both have seen the hate that women close to F1 get, and he'd honestly rip anyone to shreds if they so much as did that to you. Guiding you to the car, he kisses you one last time before hopping into the driver's seat. You sit back and stare at Lance as he drives through town and heads home.
You moved in with Lance about 5 months ago, and really thinking about it, your brother should've been able to tell that you both were dating, but he was clueless. The drive was quiet except for soft kisses on each other hands and the sound of the blinker as Lance drove home. Arriving home, Lance bolts to your door, never letting you open your door in front of him, it always made you giggle, but he wanted to treat you properly.
Lance pulls you into his chest, hugging you as he pushes the button for the elevator leaving feather-light kisses on your forehead and neck occasionally. The door dings open, putting you in your living room, but you stop walking, causing Lance to trip over you.
The hallway and room it's lined with your favorite flowers, candies, and boxes that look like jewelry. You look at Lance, who's blushing up a storm and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Everything I saw, you'd love so....I bought everything." He admits as you just sigh and kiss his cheek. You don't argue about him buying you stuff because he won't stop, so why fight about it. But, you know, one way to get back at him.
You walk over to one of the jewelry boxes and open it. A stunning emerald choker lays there, almost the exact color of Aston Martin.
"Lance, I'm wearing this to bed. And only this." You smile, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.
"Damn, I do love spoiling you." He groans, your laughter bouncing off the walls as he kicks the door closed. Like you said, he doesn't like anyone else seeing you.
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thevampywolf · 1 year
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Poster Parents
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Genre: dad!Chan, fluff, crack
Warnings: very slightly suggestive
Request: no
Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky, Noah
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"Good morning beautiful," Chan cheerfully greets his fifteen year old daughter who trudges into the kitchen. She's still faintly under the spell of sleep, evident by her puffy cheeks and barely opening eyes. Her hair is compiled on the top of her head in what can only be described as a haystack, and Chan smiles fondly at the chaotic sight. "Did you sleep well?"
But despite her sluggishness, Sky smiles brightly. "Morning. I did. Did you both sleep?"
"Of course we slept," Y/N looks at her husband over the rim of her mug. "What else would we have been doing?"
Chan chuckles, and Sky pulls a gormless expression that causes Y/N to giggle too.
"What do you want for breakfast, darling? Is your brother up yet?" Y/N asks Sky as she watches her daughter pour boiling water on top of a tea bag in her frog mug.
"It's okay mum I'll have cereal," Sky says, walking to the fridge. She pulls out a carton of milk and leans against the counter as she unscrews the lid. "I think Noey is still asleep. He was up till late last night."
"I wonder who he takes after," Y/N says dryly, making Chan flush. He reaches his hand out and steals his wife's tea, taking a big sip of it.
Y/N tuts at him through a smile. Chan hands it back to her, it's contents considerably lessened and Y/N can't help but laugh under her breath.
"Let me make you some," Y/N says, standing up.
But Chan circles his fingers lightly around her wrist as he tugs at her to sit back down again. "No, I don't want my own … it tastes better out of your mug."
Sky giggles as she watches the interaction between her parents. She pours her milk into her bowl, before grabbing her favourite cereal box. "You guys are so cute. It's gross."
Chan stares at his daughter's cereal bowl in mild exasperation. "And you're gross for putting milk in before the cereal."
Sky grins devilishly. "Aunty Hannah does the same."
"Yeah, well, she's gross too," Chan rolls his eyes. "You're both exactly the same."
"Thanks," Sky smiles happily before placing a spoon into her bowl. "I'm going to eat this outside with Milo."
Y/N nods as Sky heads out of the French doors and into the Alfresco; Milo wags his tail happily as he follows the girl outside, his little paws tapping against the floorboards.
"Do you think it's too much?" Chan asks his wife with an anxious smile. "You know … calling the kids handsome and beautiful."
Y/N shakes her head as she takes a sip of her morning brew. "No, I don't think so. I mean … I think it's a pretty healthy thing to do, especially in this day and age."
She sets her mug down, wrapping her fingers around the warm ceramic. "I'd have loved if my parents called me nice things like that. But you know, sometimes things don't go to plan … "
Smiling sadly, Chan reaches out and places a hand atop Y/N's. "Well, you have me to call you nice things now."
Y/N sticks her tongue out at him, a goofy smile spreading across her face. "Besides," Y/N says, nodding towards the window where Sky is running around the garden with their ecstatic dog. "If we tell them everyday how beautiful they are then maybe they won't doubt themselves if someone else insults them."
"Hmm, you're right," Chan smiles fondly and scoots closer to his wife. He rests his chin on her shoulder and rubs his nose against her cheek. "You're beautiful. You know that, right?"
Y/N can't help but laugh. She turns to face him, their faces barely an inch apart. She smiles at him and leans forward to kiss his nose, just as Noah walks in, his eyes almost glued shut.
"Don't mind me," the twenty year old grumbles, heading straight for the espresso machine. "Please, continue being lovebirds. I'm not here."
Chan chuckles as he pulls away from Y/N, the woman going back to drinking her tea. "Good morning handsome. Did you sleep well?"
Noah smiles tiredly, eyeliner from his previous night's gig smudged around his eyes in a way that makes him look like a panda. His eyes are half hidden by his unruly curls, the rest of him swathed in a very large hoodie. "Dad, I love you, but we all know that I do not look handsome right now."
He turns around and leans against the counter as his espresso begins to pour into a mug. "And no. No, I did not sleep well."
Y/N and Chan both chuckle at the difference between their two children.
"I was trying to finish a song," Noah continues through a stifled yawn. "And then I had to reply to people online. And then I had the weirdest bloody dream of my life."
"Oh?" Y/N cocks her head to the side. "What was the dream about?"
Noah shudders. "Something about rabid, alienated tomatoes."
He turns back around and grabs his mug before making his way to the breakfast bar where his parents are sitting. Chan is looking at him with raised brows, intrigue written across his face.
"What on earth is a rabid tomato?" He asks.
"Noey is a rabid tomato," Sky calls out as she steps back inside the house. "He had a nightmare about himself."
"Oh, shut up," Noah says mildly, smiling as his sister begins to pour more cereal into her bowl. "You're still putting cereal in after the milk? Have I taught you absolutely nothing, you wretched toad?"
"Your teachings are useless," Sky comments cheekily before shovelling the cereal into her mouth. "Maybe that's why the rabid tomatoes were chasing you."
Noah snorts with quiet laughter. "Hey, why don't you draw that? Draw a rabid tomato comic and then print it out and stick it all over the school's walls."
Then he takes a sip of his coffee, giving her a side glance over the top of the mug. "I didn't give you the idea though."
"Someone stuck a picture of dad in my locker last week," Sky suddenly remembers, and she wheezes at the memory.
Chan chokes. He reaches for Y/N's tea again, the woman tutting as he drains the last of it. "What?"
"Yeah, it happens often actually," Sky shrugs. "This one was just weird though … you weren't wearing a shirt. And there were heart stickers all over the paper."
"What the - " Chan erupts into a fit of coughing, and Y/N thumps him energetically on the back as he looks at Sky with expressive eyebrows. "What?"
"Wait I have it in my bag," Sky pushes her stool back and slips out of the little nook before dashing up the stairs.
Noah meanwhile has his lips pressed into a thin line. He looks as though he's trying not to laugh as Chan drops his face into his hands, Y/N's own lips twitching with mirth.
Sky runs into the kitchen again, brandishing a crumpled piece of paper. "Got it!"
Chan takes it from her; he instantly winces when he sees a very old picture of himself, his shirt almost non-existent and his face one of embarrassment. The picture is decorated with a plethora of glittery stickers in pink and purple hearts, and at the bottom, a clumsy hand haf scrawled the words 'the love of my life'.
"Oh my God," Chan and Y/N both echo at the same time just as Noah bursts into peals of laughter.
"Someone has a crush on dad," Noah breathes, rubbing his eyes as he blinks at the picture with humour blooming on his face. "Again."
Chan blinks, dumbfounded. Y/N giggles and slides an arm around her husband's shoulder, enthusiastically kissing him on his flushed cheek as if to prove a point.
"Well, he's mine," Y/N grins devilishly. "Even if he is … the love of that person's … life."
Sky giggles at her parents; Chan's face is contorted with the expression of dramatic sobbing, Y/N's grin making her eyes sparkle. She can't help but admire them for a moment, her heart growing warm at the sight of them.
"Actually," Sky suddenly laughs as she remembers something else. "Someone put a picture of mama in my locker too. It was ages ago."
"Me?" Y/N squeaks, all eyes turning to her. "Why? How'd they even get a picture of me?"
"I have no idea … but this one is … uh … " Sky reaches into her bag and pulls out another piece of crumpled paper. Her lips twitch.
Curious, Noah leans across and his eyeballs almost pop out of his head at the sight of it.
"Don't show her," Noah says.
"Don't show me what?" Y/N raises an eyebrow, confused.
But Sky pulls the paper back; unable to take it any longer, Chan leans across the table and cheekily takes the paper from his daughter despite the siblings' protesting.
Chan suddenly bursts into laughter; his nose turns red and he coughs at the image in front of him.
"What's so funny?" Y/N snatches the paper from him as he shakes beside her as silent laughter consumes him.
Someone had badly edited her face onto a woman wearing a racy outfit; below it, someone had written 'I wish she was my mummy' in very messy handwriting. The same glitter stickers from Chan's poster surround the image, the hearts very pink and very obnoxious.
"I - " Y/N flushes furiously as her family is hysterical around her. "Sky … do you have any idea who made this?"
"Nope," Sky giggles and takes the paper back. "But they love you."
"Maybe a little too much," Noah snorts, making Chan burst into laughter all over again.
"Sky, you tell whoever made this that the answer is no," Chan wipes tears from his eyes as he chuckles. "She's mine."
Noah and Sky are vaguely quiet for a moment.
"Dad, this says they want her to be their mummy though," Sky says then.
Chan blinks. Noah stares. Y/N gets up to make another cup of tea.
Sky cocks her head to the side. "Dad?"
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redskull199987 · 5 months
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Ola may thee great Skull of red write a Mike×Male reader where Reader is an old friend of Mike's and visits him at his house?Like reader and Mike were best friends but reader moved away at 16.Reader hopes that Mike remembers him and he dies and he is smitten by him and always was.Wants to deny it but after seeing that reader Is good with kids Aka. ABBY Mike is just really goofy and awkward but like super in love if that makes sense.
Back Home
Mike Schmidt x male!reader Request
Word Count:1.2k
Warnings:literally nothing at all, it's all sweet, only thing is slight movie spoilers, but not really
Summary: After moving back into town for your new Job at the Police Department, you realize that you now live next door to your childhood best friend…Mike Schmidt…
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You didn’t exactly know what you were doing. Why you were here or what you were hoping to achieve. All you knew was that you had to try. You just had to. You couldn’t just move into the apartment next to your childhood best friend and not say hello.
So, here you were. Standing in front of his door, theoretically ready to knock, but not really. Your mind was racing and for a second, you thought about just going back Home and trying to avoid Mike for the rest of your life.
But that idea was quickly discarded again and with one last deep breath in, you finally raised your hand and knocked on the door a few times.
When nothing happened for a hot minute, you were ready to retreat from his doorstep without a second thought, but against all odds, the door opened after all. But what you saw in front of you, was not what you expected at all. It wasn’t Mike, nor his parents or a friend or anyone.
It was a little Girl.
And she looked at you with curiosity in her eyes. Her gaze wandered over your entire figure a few times, before she finally decided to say something:”Who are you?”
“Ehm..I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. I moved in next door.”, you explained with confusion written all over your face.
“Oh I saw you last week, when You arrived.”, the little Girl smiled at you gently,”I’m Abby, Abby Schmidt.”
Your eyes widened, upon hearing her last name. Schmidt? So you were at the right house after all? But where was Mike and where were his parents? Was this his little sister? You were honestly surprised that his Parents managed to have another Kid after everything that happened with Garret. Of course, you had tried to help Mike through that tough time, but after your Parents decided to move away when You were 16, you and Mike slowly lost contact until you had no idea anymore what was happening in his life.
And here you were again. Standing on his doorstep with furrowed brows, while his little sister opened the door for you.
“Uh, is Mike home?”, You asked gingerly,”Him and I were friends when we were kids.”
“I think he talked about you before…”, Abby mentioned casually, while she bid you inside. You quickly recognized that their apartment had the same layout as yours. A small living room that was connected with the kitchen and a hallway that led to the bathroom and two bedrooms.
You were slightly startled, as Abby suddenly called out for her brother, before she retreated back to the sofa to draw and watch TV. You looked after her for a second, until your attention was caught by a very sleepy looking Mike who stumbled down the hallway.
"Abby?", he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Only now he saw you standing in the middle of the Living room, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Mike?", you stuttered, still not sure if this was such a smart idea.
Mike rubbed his eyes once more, before walking over to you:"Y/N? Is that you?"
Startled by the fact that he even recognized you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Luckily, Mike didn't even notice and just kept asking you questions:"How long has it been? What are you doing here?"
You looked to the ground for a second, finally finding your voice again:"I moved back into town because of my new job and realized that you and your sister live next door."
You tried to convey it all as calm as possible, but you feared that Mike would notice, that your hands were slightly shaking and that you could barely look at him.
" Oh ehm, wow. That's nice to hear. ", Mike muttered and pulled you out of your thoughts, "Do you… Do you want a cup of Coffee maybe? And catch up?"
You were honestly surprised that he welcomed you back into his life so easily. You hadn't seen each other in years and then you suddenly stand in his living room and now he's asking you if you want coffee.
" Sure. ", you answered with a smile and followed him to the kitchen.
"Please tell me if I am overstepping, but are your parents…?", you carefully asked, as the two of you sat down at the small table.
Mike only nodded, running a hand through his hair. Only now, you noticed how tired he actually looked. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked as pale as a ghost.
" I'm sorry, Mike.", you mumbled after his short silence.
And then you did something, neither of you expected. You reached forward and put your hand on top of his, squeezing it gently.
You felt heat rising to your cheeks, as Mike returned the gesture with a lazy smile.
" Thank you", he said, before slowly pulling his hand back. You quickly returned the smile, looking away for a second.
"You've already met Abby, I presume.", Mike questioned, after standing up again to pour the coffee.
"Yeah", you uttered, as he handed you a mug, "She's lovely."
The two of you gazed into the living room for a second, watching Abby happily draw with her crayons.
"So, you're back in town because of a new job?", Mike interrupted the small silence while sipping on his coffee.
You nodded at him:"Uh yeah. I work at the Police Department. They already assigned me a new partner, can you believe it? But she's supposed to be a nice person."
Mike furrowed his brows at your statement:"Her name wouldn't be Vanessa, would it?"
Now it was your turn to look at him in confusion
:"You know Vanessa?"
"Yeah, I met her the other night. I work as a security guard at that old Pizza Plex and she came over to see how I was doing", Mike quickly explained. And now it made sense to you. Some guys at the Police Department had already told you about the creepy old Pizza Plex…and about the fact that the Security Guards often didn't make it very long…
"Well, maybe we'll see each other sometime then.", you joked a little awkwardly.
"Yeah", Mike agreed, a little smile forming on his face, "That'd be Nice. Hey, do you perhaps have time to meet up to… You know, really catch up?"
You were a bit taken aback by his question, but not in a bad way:"Yeah sure."
Mike gave you a tired grin, probably not realizing how over the place his hair was. You couldn't suppress a little chuckle, as you looked at him.
"What!? Is there something on my face?", Mike quickly asked, making a dumb face at you. Now, you fully had to laugh at him.
Oh, you had missed your best friend. And you were glad to see him again.
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Elementary Drabble Idea
reader doesn’t drink often and one night at the request of the Miller brothers they go out drinking (Sarah spending the night elsewhere of course) and the reader gets plastered because they’re a light weight. So Joel doesn’t drink as much and takes care of reader and Tommy!
The Night Out
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pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)
rating: M (alcohol consumption, suggestive language/themes, mild descriptions of vomit at the very end)
wc: <1k
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Aside from the occasional bottle of wine shared with Joel after a tough week, you almost never drank. Not compared to Joel, and especially not compared to Tommy. But, tonight was Tommy’s 35th birthday, and he took it upon himself to convince his parents to watch Sarah for the night so that both of you could come out to his “party” thrown at his favorite bar.
The bar was western themed, forcing Joel to throw on a pair of boots he hadn’t touched since he was in his twenties. You also got into the spirit, throwing on a pair of boots, some denim shorts, and a cowboy hat you borrowed from Joel’s mother.
“Lord have mercy,” Joel whistled at you as you walked downstairs in your getup, earning an eye roll.
“Ha-ha,” you snarked as you grabbed your purse off the kitchen table. Joel appeared behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you back against him, his lips finding your neck. Your head pulled back against his shoulder, a grin growing on your face as he mumbled filthy words into your ear about how good you looked tonight.
“It ain’t right…you goin’ out lookin’ like this. Gonna have to watch you all night to make sure you ain’t swept away from under my feet,” he mumbled. You turned in his arms and draped your elbows over his shoulder, smiling up at him with a tilted head.
“You know there’s only one cowboy I’m going home with tonight,” you purred. “And right now he’s making us late for his brothers birthday so we need to go.”
“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, just as long as you keep swayin’ your hips like that,” he replied from behind you, watching you as you walked out of the house in front of him.
Joel couldn’t keep himself from you all night, his hands constantly finding your hips as you tried your best to loosen up and dance. Tommy was excellent at persuasion, convincing you to take shots with him and the rest of his wild hearted friends. As soon as Joel noticed you had well crossed over the line of tipsy and into drunk, he cut himself off, wanting to be coherent so that he could make sure you were good.
You don’t remember much, just pawing at your boyfriend every chance you could get and whispering sinful, naughty things into his ear that you’d never have the courage to say sober. Joel forced himself not to get too riled up over your forwardness, though with every brush of your whiskey coated lips against his earlobe he found his resolve crumbling more and more.
You pulled him on the dance floor for the last song as the bartender announced last call, Joel happy to finally get you home and in bed, even if he wasn’t going to get to have you tonight in your nearly-blacked out state. He wanted you alone, away from all these hungry eyes intent on devouring your from a distance since they couldn’t get up close.
By the time he managed to coax you out into the truck, he was sober and tired, but that smile of yours as you sat in the passenger seat with your head out the window was worth the exhaustion. He loved to see you let loose, though he knew in the morning you were sure to regret it.
He stopped at the McDonalds near your neighborhood, ordering you your usual plus a McFlurry. He laughed as he tried to fight you off from giving him road head in the drive-thru, your drunken mumbles about him being the only man to deserve it pulling the kind of goofy laughter out of him that he hadn’t heard himself utter in years.
After successfully distracting you with your food, he was able to get the two of you back to your place in no time. He ate with you before taking you to shower, the two of you choosing to makeout against the tile wall rather than actually get clean. Eventually, the two of you stepped out of the shower and threw on some pajamas before running through your nighttime routine. Joel watched with a sleepy smile as you went through your skin care drunkenly, your hands sloppier than normal as they rubbed in your moisturizer.
“Impressive,” he chuckled from behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Most I do for myself after a night of drinkin’ is have the sense to go piss before I fall into bed.”
“Some of us don’t wake up naturally gorgeous like you, Miller,” you hiccuped as you washed your hands. “Ugh, I think…think things are taking a turn. I feel it in my belly.”
“Oh, no,” Joel winced and lifted the toilet seat just in time for you to throw up your entire night into it. He remained beside you, rubbing your back through it all. “Maybe you’re not a party animal after all.”
“Maybe,” you croaked. “But I still gave Tommy a run for his money.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh. “My little drinker.”
A new wave hit you and splashed into the bowl, making you groan in between heaves.
“Never. Again.”
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lyricailove · 1 month
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Full Mag Part 1
It's been sitting in my brain screaming for over a month. Clawing at the walls, trying to get out. So here's the first part of my Gallavich uncles fic.
Ian loves having an apartment all to himself with Mickey. It means privacy, domesticity, a space just for them in the early years of their marriage. Inevitably they'll find a bigger place. Maybe move back to the southside where Mickey is more comfortable. Ian could live with that, as long as he has Mickey he's okay with most things.
"Iggy, what the fuck?!"
Ian rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. They keep getting noise complaints from their neighbors and while most of it is sex-related, a good portion is due to Mickey's poor volume control.
Ian sighs at the sound of Mickey screaming at his older brother on the phone and can only imagine the trouble Iggy could be in. Iggy calls every once in a while to bust his baby brother's balls or ask for money. Sometimes Mickey agrees, other times he curses Iggy out and hangs up on him. Right now it seems to be the latter.
Not even 20 seconds later, Mickey is rushing past Ian to grab his jacket off the hook.
"Where are you going?" Ian stands, wondering what Iggy could've said that has Mickey rushing to get out of the apartment.
"Where do you think? Asshole got himself arrested and now we need to go down to the station." Mickey grabs Ian's leather jacket off the hook and tosses it to him, stomping his feet into his Timberlands after doing so.
Iggy may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he knows when to look apologetic. Especially when he's sitting in an interrogation room and he can see Mickey walk into the precinct, his husband in tow. It doesn't take long for Mickey to snap his attention through the window and give one lethal glare that makes Iggy immediately look away.
Ian stands behind Mickey with his hands in his jacket pockets and stares at the ground, waiting for Mickey to ask to see his brother. He's not shaken by the turn of events, after all between him, Lip, and especially Carl he'd already had his share of precinct visits. No biggie.
Iggy lifts his head as his younger brother and brother-in-law walk into the interrogation room. He gives the same goofy smile that Mickey has seen since they were kids and that never fails to irritate him to high heavens. Mainly because it's always followed by the dumbest thing that's ever been said and/or done.
"What the hell did you do, dumbass?" Mickey drops down into the chair across the table and leans into Ian's hand that rests on his shoulder.
"It wasn't my fault! You know how these pigs are. See a Milkovich and immediately jump to the worst-case scenario. All I know is, I was grabbing a beer from the convenience store, was gonna pay and everything, and next thing I know I'm face down and my hands are cuffed." Iggy huffs with irritation, chewing the corner of his bottom lip.
Mickey rubs his eyebrow, already feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on. "So what? You need money?"
"No something else, something bigger. It's also why I asked you to bring Gallagher. Cause I know he'll say yes."
Ian's head whips up from where he'd been staring at the floor. "How do you know? I could easily say no to whatever you want."
Iggy laughs, cutting his eyes to Mickey. "I need you to watch my daughter."
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