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meechlamajor · 3 hours

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would you write headcannons or lit anything for kk....por favor....i love her and the kk fics are a dessert

KK AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND: HEADCANONS

You sing to her 🌚

Whether your vocals are horrible or not, I feel like you should match her goofy vibe. So since she’s always dancing, you should match that by singing her the most unserious things. Like if you calls for you, you don’t answer normally, instead you’d say yes in the form of an overly extended run.

You treat her to Chipotle

KK loves some Chipotle, it’s actually insane how many of her TikTok reposts I’ve seen about it 😭😭 I feel like you guys could make it a once a week thing, Fridays maybe.

She’s so gosh darn touchy

She always wants to hold hands, or even just have a limb making contact with you. So she’d probably rest a leg on you just because.

Because KK is a live stream warrior, you’re going to be a guest in a decent amount of them.

You help KK do her hair, or wash it before her hair appointment.

In addition to that, I feel like you guys would search through Pinterest together to find more hairstyles for her. KK would probably be insanely indecisive, though, so it takes you guys forever to find something that she likes.

KK definitely rummages through your things out of boredom.

“Babe, what’s this?” She’s sat on the floor of your dorm, with a random item in her hand, peering up at you.

“Girl— put that back!”

Your room always ends up a mess as a result of her “curiosity.”

“It looked at me first!” KK replied.

Obviously, she gives you her jerseys to wear to games.

Also, as a devoted girlfriend you do have a blanket with cutouts of her face on it. It’s your favorite thing, ever. When KK got it for you, you laughed for like 10 minutes straight, but you use it like every night.

KK: it’s so that if you ever have another girl in here she knows that you sleep with me every night.

You: Why would I have another girl in here? Beside our friends Kamorea…

KK: I don’t know, you tell me *eyebrow raise*

You ask KK about Wisconsin lore.

You two are sat in KK’s car, having gone through the drive through of a restaurant.

“Why does your cheese squeak? What does that even mean?” You ask.

“It’s just— that’s the way it is and it’s good! Eat it!” KK scolds you, passing you some cheese curds.

“But the cheese isn’t stretchy anymore… that’s why it’s squeaky.”

KK rolls up the bag of fast food, “clearly you don’t respect fine dining. Look what happens when I try to be generous!”

KK loves to dress you, and oftentimes you guys match.

KK gives me “let’s have a movie night” vibes, except you guys watch the same movie over and over.

You guys 100% have a collaborative playlist with some of your favorite songs on it. Some songs I like below ⬇️

You Don’t Even Know - The Internet

Fashion Killa - A$AP Rocky

Go Gina - SZA

Get It Sexyy - Sexyy Red (of course)

Way 2 Sexy - Drake (i feel like kk would love this song but i have no evidence sawry 🌚)

KK has left her dorm after curfew just to go to yours and get into bed with you.

It’s going on 2 A.M. when your phone rings, a FaceTime incoming. It’s KK, so of course you answer.

Your voice groggy, you speak. “What’s wrong?” Granted it was random for KK to call you at 2 A.M. after you guys already said goodnight.

“Come open the doorrrrrrr.” She spoke, a blanket draped around her shoulder and her voice somewhat hushed.

“There’s no way you’re in the hallway right now… calling me…” you trail off.

“I am. Now open the door, please!” KK pleads, “my toes are cold!”

“You don’t have any shoes on?” You climb out of your bed, stalking to the door of your dorm, mindful of your roommate.

“No, I was rushing to get here since I missed you.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE!

soooooo happy that you sent in this request bc i’ve been wanting to write about kk so much! i just love her

i hope that you liked this! thanks so much! 🩷

#meech la major #meech’s thoughts #uconn wbb #kk arnold #anon speaks #meech’s anons #kk arnold x reader

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luveline · 6 months

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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter."

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor.

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare.

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you."

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal.

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur.

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase.

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak.

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to."

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're Peter?" you ask.

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–"

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask.

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?"

"Not so, you know. Daunted."

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye.

"Oh, you think so?"

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap.

"Let's get you to the car, baby."

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up.

"Home."

"Together?"

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy."

"Thank you," you say shyly.

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again?

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?"

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly.

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty."

"You're my boyfriend?"

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–"

"You want to get married? To me?"

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–"

"We did?"

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it."

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me."

"I love you," you say quietly.

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession.

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?"

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober.

Which reminds him.

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat.

"What is it?" you ask.

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"

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vivwritesfics · 3 months

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter One - Olivia Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Olivia Ricciardo came running out of daycare with a wide grin on her face. Her grandparents just wished her dad could have been there to see it as she ran into their arms. It wasn’t his fault; even once his little girl was born, he still had a job to do.

Daniel was there for half of the week at least. But for the rest of the week, his parents took care of her, feeding her, letting her sleep in the bedroom she had in their house, and transporting her to and from daycare. Every time her dad would leave, Olivia would scream and cry for at least a couple of hours. At least until her grandparents had her facetiming her father and Daniel could talk to his little girl.

This time, when Olivia came running out to her grandparents car, she immediately asked if she could call her daddy. “I wanna tell him about the new friend I made!” she said through a wide grin as she bounced in her seat.

As her grandma drove, her grandpa pulled out his phone, calling Daniel. He kept a hold of the phone until his son picked up. After saying hello to him, he passed the phone back to Olivia. “Hi daddy!” She called, but Daniel could hardly see her from how much she was moving the phone around.

“Hi, Livvy!” Daniel grinned at his daughter. He’d missed her so much this week. His short break the year before, before he had been placed in the AlphaTauri, he’d spent the entire time with Olivia. He’d only gone to the races on the weekends, and since Olivia only went to daycare on Tuesday to Friday, she went with him.

But now that Daniel was driving again, he left Olivia with his parents. He didn’t want to take her out of daycare to be at his races; that was how she socialized. And this was proof of that.

“Daddy, I made a new friend!” Olivia shouted.

Daniel couldn’t stop his grin from becoming wider at that. “That’s great news Livvy!” He shouted, telling the news to whoever was near him.

Suddenly the phone moved away from her dad. Olivia watched as somebody else grabbed hold of the phone, holding it in front of his face. “Hi, Livia!” Said her Uncle Max as he held the phone up in front of his face. As usual, he wore his Redbull hat. This one had a number One on it. Olivia had several Redbull hats. She had several with her dad’s number and one of Max’s old ones, with the thirty-three on it. “Your dad tells me you made a new friend!”

“Yeah, uncle Max. His name is Milo and he shared his crayons with me so that I could do my colouring book.”

"That's great, Livia!" Max said.

He said his goodbyes and passed the phone back to Daniel, who was only too happy to be talking to his daughter again. "Maybe you could invite Milo round for a playdate when you're back from your mums house, Jelly Bean," he said and the smile dropped from Olivias face.

It was so secret who Olivias favourite parents was. Even though she rarely got to see him, she loved her dad more than anything. Daniel didn't know what happened at his ex's place in what made Olivia hate it so much, but he had no right to stop it.

If he tried, his ex could easily pull up the fact that Daniel was never there and his parents saw Olivia more than he did. If Olivia would tell him why she hated it, maybe he could do something that would stop her from having to spend every other week with her mother.

"But, daddy, I want to be there when you get home," Olivia said, wearing a pout.

Daniel hated seeing his little girl like that. He loved her more than anything and never wanted to see the smile drop from her face. His Olivia, he'd go to the ends of the earth for her.

The people surrounding him indicated that it was time to go, but Daniel kept smiling as he looked at the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay, Jelly Bean?"

"Okay," she said and passed the phone back to her grandfather without saying goodbye.

Daniel smile turned sad as he looked at his father. "Make sure she has snuffles before she goes," he said sadly before saying goodbye to his parents. They knew what to do by now, they'd been sending her to her mother’s house for the last five years.

“What’re we having for dinner tonight, Livvy?” Her grandma asked as they pulled into the driveway.

The scowl dropped from Oliva’s face and she started bouncing in her seat, chanting ‘turkey dinosaurs!’ over and over again.

Turkey dinosaurs it was.

***

“Milo, honey, can you feed the cat please!” Y/N shouted, pulling the phone away from her ear as she turned back to the stove.

Milo came running down the stairs, already in his dinosaur pyjamas and dinosaur slippers. He ran to the front door, where the cat bowl was, and used the tiny, novelty shovel to scoop the cat food into the bowl. It was a little too much, but Poppy (the cat) wouldn’t mind.

“Wash your hands for dinner!” She shouted and placed the phone back between her shoulder and her ear.

“Mum, I don’t need your money,” she said as she plated up the Italian dish she had made. Well, it was spaghetti with carbonara, with turkey dinosaurs on the side to get Milo to eat it.

She heard her mother sigh down the phone. “Well, if you won’t take our money, your father and I are going to visit,” she said and hung up, without saying so much as a goodbye.

Placing her phone down, Y/N put the plates on the table and waited for Milo to come running in. He jumped into his chair and picked up his knives and fork. “I made a new friend today, momma!” Called Milo as he put down his knife and fork and picked up the turkey tyrannosaurus. He bit the head off and roared with the food still in his mouth, leading his mother to scold him.

“Tell me about your new friend, Mi,” she said as she ate her own dinner (like Milo, Y/N had a turkey dinosaur on her plate. It was the triceratops, Milo’s least favourite).

So, Milo told his mother all about his new friend, Olivia Ricciardo. He boasted about how he shared his pencils and Miss Green didn’t even have to ask him. Olivia sat beside him as they coloured, telling him all about her dad who drove race cars.

“Yeah, momma! Her dad is a famous race car driver! How cool is that?”

“Very cool, Milo,” Y/N answered as she picked up his plate to clear up. Of course, she didn’t believe that Milo’s new friend’s father was a famous race car driver. That was the sort of things kids said to impress each other. Just six months before Milo had told some boys that his father was a famous football player.

Milo stayed sat at the kitchen table, kicking his feet. “I can’t wait for daycare,” he said to himself as he knocked his fist against the table in time to the music.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning as Milo continued talking about daycare. It hadn’t had an easy time making friends, but now he had one and she couldn’t be happier.

As soon as she was finished with the washing up, Y/N ruffled his hair with her soapy hands. “Bedtime, little man,” she said, and Milo jumped out of his chair and ran up the stairs.

He ran into his bedroom and dove under the covers. He grabbed a hold of Rexy, his tyrannosaurus teddy bear, and Spike, his Stegosaurus teddy bear, and held them close. He watched as his mum walked in and pulled a book from his shelf. “How do we feel about the magician’s nephew?” She asked as she pulled the little book from the shelf.

“Yay, Narnia!” Milo called as Y/N sat on the end of the bed and cracked open the book. Just a few months ago Milo had been complaining about picture books, since one of the boys in his class had started reading actual books. So, Y/N was working with him so that he could read ordinary books on his own.

“Momma,” Milo began, interrupting her as she read. “Can Olivia come round for a playdate?”

Y/N placed a dinosaur bookmark between the pages. “Only if Olivia’s mummy and daddy say it’s okay,” she said as she put the book back and switched on his dinosaur night light.

“Olivia doesn’t like her mummy,” Milo replied as she turned on his side, still holding Spike and Rexy.

Y/N walked over and kissed the top of his head as she tucked him in. “Well, I’ll just have to speak to her daddy then, won’t I,” she said and stood up straight. “Goodnight, Munchkin,” she said as Milo turned towards the wall, his eyes shut.

“Goodnight, momma.”

Y/N walked out of the room, leaving the door open just a little. As she left Poppy the cat ran in and jumped on his bed (a dinosaur blanket, of course), curling up by his feet.

With Milo now asleep, Y/N went back downstairs. She sat at the kitchen table, pulled out her laptop and, like she did every night, began writing.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 5 months

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When I Speak. He Listens. (Take It All series) - Max Verstappen

Current/Ex!Lewis (also massive age gap)

Summary: Lewis dating a woman in her early 20s was controversial, but he promised her nothing would ruin what they had. What he didn't expect was for the Dutchman who took his title to take his girlfriend.

This is for the girls who love a bit of controversy and definitely love a bit of villain!Max

Part 2 - So I'm The Villain

Part 3 - No Point in Fixing It

Part 4 - Winners Always Win

Part 5 - They’ll Never Shut Up

Y/n can't deny that there's pressure when it comes to being Lewis Hamilton's younger and controversial girlfriend. It more than just comments about her being a gold-digger or that he's out of her league. She has to dress well, she has to be polite and softly spoken.

Not that she's very present in terms of other than Lewis' side walking through the paddock. A lot of the time with Roscoe.

"Baby?" Lewis smiles as he opens the door making her jump since she hadn't even realised the car had stopped and parked up too caught up in her own thoughts. "Are you coming?"

"Yes. Yeah. Sorry." She smiles taking his hand and standing up from the seat. Sighing as she looks around the car park for the Austin.

Lewis likes the American races. Though no one quite enjoys Texas like Daniel Riccardo, Lewis loves America generally and is not as opposed to more American races as some of the other drivers.

"Are you ok?" Lewis asks softly as they walk towards the gates.

"Yeah, I'm good. Feeling positive about the weekend. You always do well here." Y/n smiles while Lewis smiles brightly at her. Those dark eyes always being filled with enough warmth to reassure her that things are ok.

They walk to the paddock entering the Mercedes hospitality unit where Lewis parts from her with a kiss as usual. She's not always at the races, feeling the pressures of their relationship expectations and the harsh criticism of her as a person just too much to be here to frequently. Even if she'd rather be there to support him every race.

Thursdays always feel a little too long, media drags on. Lewis is happy but being there and supporting him from a distance while also just kind of waiting on the day to come to an end.

Lewis has a meeting ahead of Friday wanting to discuss their plan for the sprint weekend. So she waits outside the Mercedes unit, wanting some fresh air as dusk falls. The paddock still bustling with life and rushed workers trying to finish their duties before they leave for the day.

Y/n doesn't usually stray from Lewis' side or the safety of the Mercedes unit without someone of the team. But for some reason the sunset is calling to her and she wants to get a better view.

So finding courage, she stands up beginning to move quietly through the crowds of people.

Y/n is not actually a shy or antisocial person. In fact when she met Lewis, he seemed to admire her social adaptiveness and ability to befriend anyone. But even Lewis has seen her change throughout their relationship. Y/n has become more withdrawn, she was never all that active on social media, preferring to embrace real life than insist on sharing her life online.

She hates that a relationship changed her even if it wasn't the relationship directly the the external factors beyond the relationship.

Y/n upon their first public appearance befriended a lot of the drivers who are closer to her age and actually she's managed to grow close to Bottas thanks to his friendship with Lewis. Even they have seen the change in her, though none of them feel like they're in a position to ever comment on it.

She picks her way through the Mercedes garage of mechanics beginning to retire for the night before crossing the pit line and stepping up onto the pit wall. Her gaze following the smooth track surface up o the first corner.

Her body sits watching the orange hue in the sky, coating the world in a golden hour haze.

Something suddenly comes over her and she can't stop herself from sniffling and rushing to wipe tears before they fall too far.

"Y/n?" A voice asks making her wince and turn her head further to hide her face wiping at her her eyes harshly. "Are you alright?"

His voice gets closer and she forces herself to turn with a bright smile.

"I'm just enjoying the view. It's amazing seeing the track at this time of day." Y/n states making Max look out at the track which is growing darker under the shadows as the final rays of sun begin to disappearing and the sky grows darker at the dying light.

Max doesn't address the obvious since there's no hiding her puffy, red eyes that look saw.

"It is quite late for you to be here isn't it?" Y/n asks making Max look at her clearly she knows of his reputation to be the last one to arrive in the paddock and the first one to leave.

"There was a birthday in the team. I didn't want to miss it." Max shrugs with a small smile. "Is Lewis not looking for you?"

"Probably. He hasn't called or text yet so I'm sure he's still busy right now." Y/n sighs softly before swallowing thickly.

"Are you really ok, y/n? Because it's alright if you're not." Max states making her hide a wince as she tries to ignore the slight ache in her chest.

"I don't know. I think I'm stuck..."

"stuck?"

"I love Lewis...really, but there's stuff beyond his control that really hurts." Y/n murmurs while Max seems to quiet himself and just let her talk. "I don't think he realises that there's standards to live up to and I know I should ignore everyone online. These fans don't know me, they've never spoken a single word to me and they couldn't even accurately say anything about me for certain."

"Have you told Lewis?" Max asks not sounding so much like he's trying to speak down to her.

"I've told him a little watered down version but it's hard for him to understand. He's dealt with all of this for years. It doesn't phase him and he tells me to just ignore it." Y/n shrugs before she swallows thickly. "I'm sure you're about to tell me he's right."

"He is, but if that doesn't work for you then he should be listening more and trying to help you more." Max states making her look at him with glistening eyes. "You will be alright, they can't hurt you in any other way than your feelings and it is just jealousy."

Y/n's gut tightens because she wouldn't wish some of the things people say to her and accuse her of when it comes to Lewis on her worst enemy, knowing how it makes her feel.

"You know for someone who is seen as such an enemy to Lewis. You are being very nice to me." Y/n states making the reigning champion laugh a little. "Here I thought you were the villain."

Max's own smile wavers and she realises she may have touched a nerve. After all, her and Max have hardly spoken before this conversation. No more than to be considered acquaintances since Lewis doesn't make much of an effort to really interact with Max all that much.

She doesn't get the chance to apologise before her phone starts ringing and she sighs seeing a picture of Lewis that the world has never seen pops up making her answer it, her and Max still looking at each other.

"Hello?" Y/n greets, eyes gazing into the deep blue of Max's iris'.

"Hey, baby. Where are you? I'm ready to get back to the hotel." Lewis states making her nod despite him not being there to see her.

"I'm coming. Just been exploring around." She murmurs almost absently in her mind.

"Ok, well don't be long. I'm waiting for you." Lewis states making her murmur a promise that she's on her way.

After the phone call ends she sighs taking Max's hand as he helps her down from the ledge she'd found to sit on.

"Thank you...you didn't have to come out and speak to me...but it actually helped more than you'd probably have expected."

"You should speak to Lewis again. I think he should know how you're feeling." Max states making her look at him for a moment. "I'm sure he'll listen if you speak honestly to him."

Y/n would like to believe that, so she will try again. Max can't possibly be wrong about it.

"Thank you again." she smiles before moving away and taking off.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 months

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one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile

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request?: no

description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pining

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.

For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.

Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.

One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.

“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.

“Future, I just got home,” I said.

“So?”

“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”

“We both know that’s not the truth.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.

“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.

I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.

“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.

“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”

“Who else is going with us?”

“Just the usual.”

I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.

We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.

We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.

“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.

“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.

“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”

I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”

“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”

I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”

“To pick up Alex.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.

Alex.

She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.

Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.

Future opened the door and got out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.

“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”

“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.

I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.

We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.

I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.

At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”

“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”

“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”

“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”

“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.

He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”

“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”

I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.

I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.

I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.

When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.

Alex.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”

I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”

The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.

“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

“And that’s it? Just friendship?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”

Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.

Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”

She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”

“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”

She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.

“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.

That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.

I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.

My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.

“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.

“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”

“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”

I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.

Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.

Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.

Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.

“You alright?”

“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”

“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”

I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”

“She left,” he responded.

I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”

“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”

“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”

I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”

Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”

“And you said...”

He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”

Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.

“I thought you were into her,” I said.

He laughed. “Who told you that?”

I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”

“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”

“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”

“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”

Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?

“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.

“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”

My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”

“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”

“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”

He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”

I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”

“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”

It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.

When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”

“Jesus, that took you long enough.”

“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”

“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”

“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”

“Wait...for real?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”

We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.

“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.

“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”

“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”

He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”

“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”

“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”

I laughed. “Okay deal.”

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sturn1olo-ffics · 6 months

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- VIOLET -

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: making out, pining, profanity, use of y/n; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Reader has a huge crush on Matt but figures the feelings weren’t mutual due to a caption of his on Instagram. That is, until he shows up to her apartment and those thoughts are turned around.

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(Y/N’s POV):

I’ve liked Matt for as long as I can remember. And the only person who knows that is Nick. Partially because I told him and partially because he could tell. I mean everyone could tell, right? There were edits of us all over social media shipping us… he had to have known… right?

Wrong.

Matt was the most oblivious person I have ever met in my entire life. You could outright tell him you love him and he still wouldn’t pick up that you have a crush on him.

Matt was my best friend and we told each other everything. Well maybe not everything since I still hadn’t told him about my crush on him.

It was a chilly Friday night in October and I was scrolling through my Instagram feed. I come across a post from a super gorgeous girl that Matt follows with the caption: “The after party”

I didn’t think too much about it, it was just a normal Instagram post. That is, until I came across Matt’s recent post with the caption: “Was on Wilson and 73rd”

The Color Violet by Tory Lanez. One of my favorite songs. Why was he matching captions with this gorgeous girl on Instagram?? Why didn’t he tell me he was talking to someone?? My heart sank into the floor.

“Nick-” I called him, tears slipping out of my eyes on the other side of the phone.

“Hey y/n- what’s wrong??” He could tell by my voice that I was upset.

“Can you just come over?” I replied quickly.

“Let me ask Matt if he can take me. I’ll text you babe.” He ended the call.

I winced a little when Matt’s name left his mouth. Why was I hurting this much? Was this just a crush or something more?

(NICK’s POV):

“Matt! Can you take me to y/n’s house right now? She seems upset and wants me to come over.” I asked Matt.

“Is she okay?? What’s wrong?? What’s going on??” Matt threw way too many questions on me all at once.

“Why the fuck are you questioning so much? With the amount of care you have for her you’d think you were like in love with her or some shit.” I joked.

“Shut the fuck up Nick.” He snapped.

“Woah- Mattitude. You don’t have to get mad, it’s not like you like her or anything.” I stepped back before he could shove me.

“I-” Matt started, but everything clicked in my head.

“WOAHHH WAITTTT DO YOU LIKE HER?” I excitedly raised my voice.

“NICK SHUT UP BRO HOLY FUCK” Matt screamed at me.

“You should tell her.” I giggled.

“Tell her what?” Matt questioned.

“That you like her? What else dumb fuck?” I started grabbing my things.

“Nick it’s not like that- okay maybe it is a little bit but I’m not telling her. Go get in the car.” Matt replied.

I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the car before me and Matt got in and drove to y/n’s.

(Y/N’s POV):

I heard a car pull up and immediately knew it was Nick.

“The front door’s unlocked.” I text him.

After seeing Matt pull off, I hear Nick make his way up the stairs and down the hall to my room.

“What’s wrong? You good?” Nick questioned upon entering my room.

“Dude I literally just saw Matt have a matching Instagram caption with this really really pretty girl and I’m having an anxiety attack which I don’t even know why because it’s not like he even would like me back anyway-” Nick cut me off before I could continue.

“Ok first, breathe exercise, remember? Second, what?” Nick asked, obviously concerned.

I showed him the posts.

“Y/n, babe, her post was an entire day after his was posted. He doesn’t even know her in real life. She probably just copied his caption to make it look like that.” He laughed.

The weight on my chest instantly lifted.

“There is no way I got that worked up over a misunderstanding.” I laughed along with him.

“Also, what makes you think Matt doesn’t like you?” He started interrogating me.

“Girl be for real.” I ran my hands through my hair.

“I am being for real.” He stated.

“He just wouldn’t, I know.” I laughed.

The conversation soon drifted to what our Halloween plans were and what we should do for a Thanksgiving video, ending with Nick leaving my apartment when Laura came to pick him up for a meeting.

That conversation with Nick honestly made me feel relieved, even though it didn’t get rid of my crush on Matt, which I wish would’ve happened.

I had just finished dinner, turned the LED lights in my apartment to a violet color, and pressed play on a Halloween movie when I heard a knock at my door.

“Hey” Matt said breathlessly as I opened the door.

“Matt?” I was so confused.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course. It’s chilly out there.” I giggled.

We sat down on the couch before continuing the conversation.

“Y/n I’m gonna get straight to the point. I love you. It’s you. It’s always been you. It always will be. And I know you don’t feel the same but-” I didn’t even let him finished before I spoke.

“Can I kiss you?” The words fell out of my mouth and I was almost embarrassed.

“Please.” Matt responded with a deep breath.

The kiss was passionate and hungry, like we had been parted for years.

His hands made their way to my waist, guiding me closer to him, while my hands roamed his hair.

Breaking away from the kiss, I responded: “I love you too” before tilting my head and deepening it.

After a few minutes, we pulled away and leaned back on the couch.

“Please be my girlfriend.” He begged.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I responded, smiling.

“Wow these purple lights are a really good touch in your apartment.” He laughed.

“Bro I know they’re so cool.” I giggled along with him.

I think I’m gonna keep my LED lights on violet more often.

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A/N: On a real note guys I’m so tired so I’m sorry if that was ass. Anyway, thought I’d feed y’all another fic. Peace and love 😗

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polaroidpascal · 2 months

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girls night out || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : after spending a night out for your friend’s birthday, you try to sneak back into the house without disturbing frankie. you thought he was a heavy sleeper, but your mischievous boyfriend never fails to surprise you.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, frankie being positively down bad for you, bar outing, alcohol consumption, reader is aware of her decisions and everyone is consenting, mechanical bull shenanigans, p in v sex (practice safe!!), grinding, riding, frankie has a filthy mouth full of praises, lotsss of nicknames, sweet aftercare bc its frankie and he's a sweetheart ofc

WC : ~3k

a/n : happy frankie friday loves !! hope you enjoy 🤭

“What bar is it again?” Frankie calls from the living room.

“It’s called ‘Deo Drinks,” you reply. “Apparently it’s new in town. Anna said she wanted to see what all the fuss is about. Supposed to be pretty nice.”

Tonight is your friend Anna’s birthday, and she wanted to take all of her best friends on a night out to a new local bar that popped up recently. According to her, it’s a nicer venue (as far as bars go, at least), so she suggested that everyone get dressed up nice for the fun of it. You look down when your phone dings, a message from Anna saying:

make sure your outfit is still practical tho! there’s something at the bar i want everyone to try <3

So here you are on a Friday evening, standing in front of your bathroom mirror perfecting your eyeliner, adjusting your hair, waiting to be picked up by your friends. You hear hefty footsteps traversing the hallway, getting closer and closer to your ensuite. You look in the mirror over your shoulder as Frankie rounds the corner. “Hey, check out these pictures of the bar—”

He cuts himself off when he finally looks up to see you. You’re wearing a sheer sparkling black shirt with a simple black tank-top underneath all tucked into your skinny jeans, the whole outfit being tied together with beautifully shiny jewelry and a pair of black heeled ankle boots. In the mirror, you catch his gaze as his eyes size you up and down, unable to pry them from all of the sparkles. You turn around and his eyes finally meet yours.

“Well? What do you think?”

“Baby… you look beautiful,” he says walking toward you, his eyes leaving yours and continuing up and down your body again. “I mean, you always do, but…” His hands trail up to rest at your hips, holding you at a distance so he can look at you.

You stare at his expression until he’s looking at you again, studying your makeup as his pupils visibly grow. You never get tired of watching your effect on him. You finally ask, “So, those pictures?”

“O-oh, right,” he stammers and brings his phone up. “There’s not very many since it’s so new, but I figured you might want to see anyway. Looks pretty cute.” You can hear the small smile creeping on his lips as you watch him scroll through the pictures. You look up again and smile at him, leaning in for a long, sweet kiss. His hands drop down to your waist to bring you closer to his body, but before he can take it further, you both hear the unmistakable sound of a car horn outside.

“That’s them,” you say, breaking away.

He steals another kiss, humming in protest before freeing you from his grip and smiling down at you. “Go ahead, then. Go have fun.” You smile back, turning away. He playfully smacks your ass and you yelp from surprise.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You look back and give him a wink.

Your friend Emily drives the group to the bar, opting to be the designated driver for the night. Pulling up to the bar, you see the sign and decorations on the building: the bright red neon sign illuminating your face, wooden planks lining the building, and old, fake wooden shutters on the windows. Of course, you think. “‘Deo” for rodeo. It’s a western bar.

Suddenly, your phone goes off again:

Have a good time princess. I’ll be awake to let you in the house later, so call me when you’re on your way. Love you, don’t get too fucked up :)

You chuckle and send back a quick “will do, love you too!” before you walk in with your friends.

The rest of the night is a blast. You learn a few line dances from the regulars in the bar, eat food that’s honestly better than you expected, and drink probably a few too many shots and mixed drinks with the group.

“Guys!” Anna yells, obviously feeling the alcohol at this point. “I can’t believe I almost forgot!” She huddles you all together and leans in so everyone can hear better. “There’s a mechanical bull towards the back. I want everyone to try!”

You make your way towards the back and see that, surprisingly, there aren’t many people back here. You approach the bull and everyone lines up for a turn. One by one, you all get on and see how long you can last. When your turn comes, you get an idea. You hand your phone to Emily, the only sober one of the bunch, and ask, “Could you record my turn for me?” She kindly agrees, taking your phone as you kick off your boots and mount the bull.

Back home, Frankie lounges on the couch relaxing in his sweats and a t-shirt, watching some random movie he found. When his phone chimes, he sits up to grab it, sees it’s from you, and opens the message to a video. Before he can even press play, his eyes go wide.

No fucking way…

He sits up a little straighter and presses play, watching you with bewilderment as you straddle the mechanical bull, meeting every one of its jerks with an equal but opposite rebuttal. He stares at your hips swaying perfectly to keep your balance and your free hand in the air as you exclaim, your friends in the background cheering in excitement. Frankie gazes at your shocked expression. Of course, she’s a natural. He knows exactly why you’re so good at the game, even if you might not.

You ride it so well, but I’d expect nothing less from you ;)

As if he’s being broken from a trance, he notices his sweats feel unusually tight and sees a bulge slowly growing between his legs. He curses the universe that he’s not there with you right now. Though, he probably wouldn’t be able to contain himself anyway, so maybe it’s for the best. He decides that what he really needs is a shower to take care of his… issue.

But nothing will keep that video off his mind for the rest of the night.

By the end of the outing, the only one who can reliably hold her footing is Emily. Birthday girl Anna is by far the drunkest of the bunch, and while you are really not that far behind her, you might be holding your liquor the best of the group. Emily rallies everyone in the car for a ride filled with loud karaoke and copious slurred compliments to each other as she chauffeurs each girl back to their house. You are the second to last passenger to be dropped off, but Emily had planned on staying at Anna’s house anyway, so you were the last stop.

“Do you need me to walk you in?” she asks with a gentle smile through the open window.

“No, no, ‘s okay. Frankie said he left the door open… or something. I don’t remember.” His text from earlier completely slips your mind. “I think he’s sleeping anyway,” you continue with a giggle.

“Okay, I’ll stay here until I see the door close behind you just to make sure you make it in. Goodnight!” she replies.

“G’night!” you say, turning around and making your way to the door. You turn the doorknob as slow as you can and find that Frankie did in fact leave it open for you, but when you walk in, most of the lights are already turned off. You turn and wave to Emily as she pulls off, closing the front door as slowly and quietly as you can. You slip off your boots and leave them at the door, shuffling over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

You creep back to your bedroom in methodic yet messy steps, reaching your bathroom. You smear a makeup wipe across your face in a lazy, drunken attempt to clean it up a little and slip into some random comfy clothes that you aren’t sure are yours or Frankie’s, but you don’t really care. Gazing into your bed, you see Frankie’s silhouette, laying on his side under the covers, and you feel a warmth bloom in your chest, thinking about how lucky you feel being able to come home to him.

As you reach down to climb into bed, every intention to spoon Frankie until you fall asleep, you’re interrupted by a hand gently grabbing your forearm. You let out a tiny gasp of surprise. “Frankie?”

“Hey, sweetheart. You made it home alright,” he says sweetly, turning over and sitting up some.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Did you really think I’d go to sleep before I made sure you got home safe?”

You look down a bit, suddenly remembering his text from earlier. “Hmm… no, I guess not. But I definitely forgot you told me you’d be up,” you reply bashfully.

“I heard you as soon as you walked through the door, anyway.” A grin breaks out across his mouth.

Your eyebrows raise, surprised. “Really?”

He lets out a chuckle. “I know you tried, but you weren’t really that good at keeping the noise down.”

You look down and giggle too. You really thought you were being quiet.

“Plus,” he continues, “I couldn’t sleep if I tried, thinking about that goddamn video you sent earlier.”

You think for a second and remember. Ohh, the bull. You grin back at him seeing his eyes grow dark merely remembering it. And now that you’re finally back in front of him, he’s ravenous. “Oh really?” you tease. “You liked it?”

“Liked it? Baby…” he says, reaching up to grab your sides and pull you closer into a gentle but hungry kiss. He pulls away, his lips mere centimeters from yours, and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

You see a glimmer of desperation in his eyes underneath his playful tone and nod. He kisses you again, a little sloppier this time as he guides you to straddle him. You lean down and melt into his lips, your tongues waltzing together. You can already feel the outline of his cock stiffening up in his pants and you subconsciously guide your hips up and down the growing bulge.

He growls into your mouth and you swallow the noise, suddenly aware of the warm wetness growing between your legs. You keep grinding, feeling him get harder and harder, moving your kisses across his cheek and down his jaw. He groans as you lick the muscle flexing on his neck when he tilts back to give you better access. You kiss back up to his ear, nipping at the lobe and whisper softly, “Touch me, Frankie…”

His hands wander down from your face to the bottom of your shirt and he pulls it off over your head freeing your tits to the colder air of the room. His lips immediately attach to you, licking and sucking at your nipple and drawing sweet moans from your lips. He hums back at you, the vibrations reverberating against your skin and moving down between your legs as another wave of wetness fills your panties.

“Frankie… need you inside…” you whine, his tongue furiously working against the hardening bud. “Please…”

“Mmm, always such a needy girl,” he says. “Be a little patient. I missed you.” He helps you out of your soaked underwear and sees just how wet you are. “Fuck princess, you really are needy…”

His hand resting on your hip glides over to your middle, his thumb ghosting over your clit as your hips buck forward chasing the new sensation. You whine as he slowly, agonizingly teases the sensitive bundle of nerves and stares at your face watching it contort with pleasure.

“Yes, Frankie… needy jus’ for you… all you…” you whimper breathlessly at his touch. He loves when you’re like this, losing yourself to the sensations he gives you, soaking him with your slick. He can feel your wetness soaking through his sweats as your naked core rubs against his fingers and clothed cock.

“Goddamn, gorgeous. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he teases, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please…” you mewl. You keep grinding against him, the pressure in your lower belly building quicker and quicker. “Fill me up… please… wanna come on your cock…”

A guttural moan rumbles in his chest at that and he lifts you slightly to free his throbbing cock from his pants, precome already making the tip sparkle. He loses the pants completely and he guides you to lower down onto him. “Thaaat’s it baby… fuck, feel so good and warm,” he encourages, your walls welcoming him with every inch added inside. You gasp and moan at the stretch despite being so wet that you’re practically dripping for him. You quickly settle and feel positively stuffed. “Perfect fit. Pussy was made for me, princess.” He brings you down for a deep kiss before he says, “Now, show me how you rode that bull.”

You sit up and rest your hands on his chest for support as you slowly rock your hips forward and backward, gripping his shirt as you go. Sinful moans fill the room when you glide forward feeling the skin on his belly rub perfectly against your clit at the same time. “Fuck, Frankie…”

“Doing so good princess,” he praises, using his hands on your hips to help guide you back and forth, encouraging you to slowly pick up speed. “Yeah, ride me like you rode that bull, baby. Fuck… show me how good you are.” You sit up and pick up speed a bit at the praises he gives you, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Yes, beautiful. You’re so good. Gonna come on my cock baby?”

Your walls flutter around him and he groans at the feeling. “Mhm,” you reply in a high-pitched whine and a nod. You claw at his shirt wanting to feel his skin. “Want this off. Wanna feel you.”

Frankie lifts up a little, ripping the shirt off his body and tossing it off the bed. Your hands roam his chest, feeling him up and down. Your face contorts at the sudden tightness in your abdomen. “Gonna come for you… oh my god…”

“That’s it, keep going… come for me baby, let me feel you squeeze me.. so good…” Frankie drives his hips up just a little as you grind yourself to a shaking orgasm on top of him, crying out in pleasure and collapsing onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you and keeps fucking into you, letting you ride out your orgasm on top of him.

He keeps going, slower now as you come down from your high, holding you in place with those perfectly muscular arms. “My good little cowgirl, wish I could have been there to watch you earlier,” Frankie praises as he moves and you’re teetering on the edge of overstimulation. While you’re still a little dazed from the booze, your senses are heightened nonetheless, and he fills them all. His scent fills your nose as you bury it into the crook of his neck, you feel his burning touch wrapped around your body, and you hear the sweet sounds and praises he mutters into your ear.

“Frankie… ‘m gonna come again…” you manage to whimper out.

“Already princess? Feels that good, huh?” he teases, but he’s barely holding on himself. You can feel the unmistakable throbbing of his cock inside of you. “Go ahead, baby. Come on my cock… not gonna last too much longer either…”

The rolling waves of pleasure overtake you quicker than you thought they would. Without a chance to warn him, you convulse under his touch, soaking him in your pleasure and writhing on top of him. Your muffled cries fill the room and send Frankie into a frenzy, fucking into you with sloppy, hard thrusts.

“Fuck yes, baby… ’m so close… my little cowgirl, ride me so good… fuck!” he yells and quickly pulls out, dropping one hand from around your body to pump his length, spilling all over his stomach in between your bodies. His legs shake and so do yours, barely able to keep yourself hovered over him. You meet his grunting with your own whimpering as you both pant your way through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You stay laying on his chest, still held there by Frankie’s other arm and panting into his neck. Your tired eyes stay closed and you just want to lay right here on top of him with his sticky mess between you both. And you do, for a while, Frankie unable to completely catch his breath from the ride you just gave him, until he finally chirps up, “I knew you’d be an expert, princess.”

You smile and giggle. You remember hoping earlier when you sent him that video that it would drive him crazy like this, and your plan worked. “Knew you’d wanna see it first hand,” you murmur through tiredness, lingering alcohol, and complete fucked-out bliss.

He gently flips you over and lays you in the bed, getting up to retrieve a towel and clean up his mess. He wipes his stomach walking back over to the bed and gently does the same to you, pressing a kiss right below your belly button. You hum quietly and he gives you another kiss on your forehead. When Frankie climbs back into bed, you tuck yourself into his arms getting swallowed in his embrace, both of you wiggling into a comfortable position before you sigh, satisfied in every way you possibly could be.

“Goodnight, cowgirl,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. He can tell from the feeble attempt at a response that you’re nearly asleep, and he hugs you a little tighter before you both doze off together.

a/n : could possibly have a fluffy little sequel for this if anyone would ever maybe want that...

#francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x y/n #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #im nothing if not delusional

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schemmentisbranzino · 3 months

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Italian Flavors - Part 1

Summary: Reader meets Melissa Schemmenti at a local italian grocery store and quickly becomes attracted to her. Where this is going to go? I guess we'll find out together ;)

Note: this idea came to me out of nowhere and wrote it when i was very much not sober, so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Warnings: None?

Words: 3k

You have been visiting the same grocery store since you moved to the neighborhood a few weeks ago. They had the best selection of vegetables in the area and the best brands of Italian food. You couldn’t find canned San Marzanos anywhere and this little store always had them in stock. You weren’t Italian yourself, just a big fan of their cuisine. You enjoyed learning new recipes and pasta has always been a guilty pleasure of yours. But the truth is, you have found another guilty pleasure, funnily enough, another Italian one.

The second weekend you went into the store, you were just browsing in the deli section when you spotted a beautiful redheaded woman fighting the worker over a kilo of salami. You couldn’t help but stare at her in amusement. “Something something… ripping me off…ain’t a fool..something something” is all you could hear. Not necessarily because she was out of earshot, but because you were so mesmerized by her, her attitude, her beauty, her curves, that you couldn’t hear a word. After a few seconds you realized you were staring and decided to keep doing your shopping. As you were standing by the produce aisle, you see the redhead walk out, her determined victorious walk after probably winning her argument. Who wouldn’t give her anything she wants? You say to yourself as you watch her sway her hips out of the establishment.

You go about your day as normal, finish your grocery shopping, pick up an iced coffee and there you go back to your “work from home” job. You sit in front of the computer responding to emails and going over your list of pending tasks and projects. You try to concentrate and be productive, but you can’t. Your mind is clouded by visions of that gorgeous stranger at the store. Her raspy voice echoing through your head. You shake your head as if doing that will get her out of there. You hope she is a regular at the store, you wish you could see her again.

You go about your week, smiling every time you remember the perfect stranger. You keep hoping next weekend you get to see her again. You wonder if you should go at the same time and decide that thats probably the best idea. Friday afternoon you head to the store, grocery shopping list in hand, searching for the ingredients you need to make your Italian dish of the weekend. You hope to be there for a long time, hopefully long enough to see her again. You browse every aisle slowly, constantly looking around, but nothing. You finished shopping .“It was just wishful thinking huh” you say to yourself as you start walking back to your car while carrying your groceries. They might be heavy but heavier was your disappointment. You are lost in your thoughts when you feel someone bump into you making you drop a bag, “I am so sorry, hon” the redhead says to you while helping you pick up your stuff. You don’t say anything, just stare at her as she screams to someone on the phone. “See Gary I just made a girl drop her stuff because you wont stop calling me and made me be late to my grocery shopping, stop calling me, you bozzo”.

“Boyfriend problems?” - you said and instantly regretted it.

Melissa looked at you as if you had asked her for her social security number. Her face immediately relaxing after realizing you were just an innocent girl who she had just inconvenienced. “Something like that, my ex” she gave you a soft smile as she started to talk away.

“Th- Thank you” - you said nervously and quickly realized it made no sense, she made you drop your stuff, what were you thanking her for? Her existence? Yes, but you can’t tell her that. That makes absolutely no sense.

Melissa chuckles, “Anytime, hon” - she says, as if she somehow understood what you meant.

You walk to your car with the biggest smile in your face. You got to see this beautiful woman again and you will go on to think about her for days to come. Hoping to run into her again sometime soon.

Weeks pass by and you stay with this woman very present in your mind, you stop going to the store every weekend, since you are scared of looking like a stalker, a cute one, but a stalker nonetheless. Instead you assume your role of the yearning lesbian, seeing her in every little thing you do, making every song about her.

It is a Tuesday afternoon and you have already finished your meeting for the day, so you decide to lay on the couch and watch Carol for the 20th time this week. A movie about an age gap relationship, who would have thought?

In that moment your phone rings, it is your best friend Laura, the person you were the closest to in this world and the whole reason you moved to Philly in the first place. She was raising her daughter Melanie by herself and you figured you could offer her some support, since the little girl was your world.

“Hi y/n, what are you doing other than thinking about this mystery woman?” - your best friend said in a mocking tone.

“Uh nothing much, why? - you say without humoring her comment.

“Can you please pick up Melanie at Abbott? I got tied up at work and I can’t make it. I am sorry I will make it up to you”.

“Nonsense, I am on my way”

“You are an angel y/n”

“Oh I know” - you say as you walk out of the door and make your way to Abbott Elementary, having no idea of the surprise that awaited for you at the school.

You arrive and park in the nearly empty parking lot, most of the students were already gone, since Laura didn’t call you until it was already way past the dismissing bell. You run inside the school, looking for your niece. You walk past a classroom and spot her. Sitting next to her, is her teacher. You can’t believe your eyes. You shake your head as if somehow she was a hallucination. “There is no way”, you say to yourself as you try to muster the courage to open the door. You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Hi, I am here for Melanie” - you say and your niece starts running towards you, your eyes moving away from the redhead in order to pick her up.

“Hi, I am y/n, Melanie’s auntie. Well I am her moms best friend but she is a niece to me” - you say to the redhead, her looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“I have seen you before, haven’t I?” - Melissa asks you raising her eyebrow.

“Uhm maybe? I live nearby” - you tell her trying to keep your cool and not immediately say “yes yes, you go to the same store as me and I have been hoping to see you every weekend since that time I watched you fight that guy in the deli over a kilo of salami. I have thought of you every day and I want nothing more than to run my hands all over you”.

She looks at you unsure, thats not it. She knows you from somewhere else.

“Ahhh I think I have seen you at Claudio’s, I go there all the time” - you tell her trying to keep your cool.

“Oh yes yes, you were the girl I ran into when my dumbass ex was trying to talk my ear off” - she says with a smile. “You italian?”

“No, just an italian fan”

“Is that so?” - she says raising her eyebrow and you realize how that might have come off.

“Of italian food, that is Ms.”

“Ms Schemmenti, Melissa” - she extends her hand for you to shake it and you can’t help but stare at how beautiful they are, her fingers, oh your mind is wandering. You gulp before you take it in yours and give her a soft handshake.

“Pleasure to officially meet you, Ms Schemmenti” - you say as you look into her beautiful emerald eyes, they look like they could hypnotize anyone, if you weren’t already under her spell, they would have done the trick.

“Well, I better go” - you say and start walking away as your niece waves good bye to her favorite teacher.

“Y/n?” - Melissa says and your entire body stiffens. “Hope to see you at Claudio’s soon” - she winks and gives you the most wicked smile.

You walk out of the building with the biggest smile on your face. “Melissa, Melissa” you repeat in your brain. Of course such a goddess has such a beautiful name. And she wants to see you again? Is she playing you? Does she mean it? Could she tell you like her? Who knows, but you are definitely showing up at Claudio’s this weekend.

On your drive back home you ask your niece all sorts of questions about her teacher. All her answers making her sound even more perfect. “I love Ms. Schemmenti. She seems tough but she is so sweet, she always helps me when I struggle with my math problems. She gives the best hugs but that is a secret. Only her little eagles know. She is so pretty too” - Melanie tells you.

“Yes, yes she is, munchkin” - you sigh to yourself, picturing how gorgeous she looked today.

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Saturday came around and you just couldn’t wait for it to be time to go to the store. You knew it would probably be obvious that you were showing up just to see her but you couldn’t care less. You put on your favorite jeans with a tank top that makes your chest look irresistible. You wear your platforms docs and a leather jacket, even put on some make up. Is it too much for the grocery store? Perhaps, but you need to impress this woman. If not now, when?

You wanted to make Arancini, a delicious Sicilian appetizer that you loved eating back home in New York. Once again, you browse the aisles slowly, hoping to see Melissa, or Mel, like you were already calling her in your head. You were looking at the different types of rice, you bend down to pick up a packet of Arborio and as you reach for it, a raspy voice startles you.

“Making risotto, hon?” - the redhead says, as she looks up and down at your figure, maybe it was you being hopeful but it seemed as if she was checking you out.

“Arancini, actually’ - you say with a smile.

“Oh woman after my own heart” - she says as she gets closer to you.

“I have actually never made them, but they remind me of home and I want to try and make some similar to the ones I used to eat back in Brooklyn” - you shared with the redhead, suddenly realizing you might have overshared and she might not care at all about your nostalgia and homesickness.

“Lucky for you I have a really good recipe, I can share it with you” - Melissa gets closer to you and firmly grabs your arm “If you share it with anyone I’ll come find you”. - You freeze, not in fear but in want, shivers running through your body at the contact.

She lets go and there was again, that wicked smile, she winks at you and gestures for you to follow her.

“Oh, that would be amazing” - your eyes light up and she can see how happy her offer made you.

She helps you find all the ingredients you need for her recipe. Browsing around this small grocery store with this beautiful woman seemed like a dream to you. Her scent, her voice, her smile, the passion with which she talks about food. She explains step baby step what to do and how to do it, giving you tips and tricks in order to make the most delicious dish. You struggle to retain the information, too focused on the way her glossy lips move. It doesn’t go without notice but Melissa pretends she doesn’t realize it as she continues walking down the aisles and throwing things in your cart. After half an hour or so the shopping is done and your heart feels heavy. You are going to pay and go away and probably not see her in a while, even if it is another week, it sounds like too long for you.

“You are all set, hon” - she gives you a smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. “Here, give me your phone, I’ll give you my number in case you need any help with the recipe or to thank me when you have a food orgasm thanks to it”.

“Orgasm orgasm orgasm” - the only word sounding in your head, the way it fell of her mouth had your mind going places it shouldn’t.

“Hey, went on a trip there?” - Melissa snaps your fingers at you bringing you back to reality.

“Ah yes, my phone” - you said handing her the device and watching attentively as she puts her digits on your phone.

“Well, thank you, Ms. Schemmenti, I’ll make sure to let you know how they came out”

“I’ll be waiting, hon” - she says as she smiles at you and you stand there, frozen, blocking the line with your cart, the cashier complaining and telling you to move.

“Oh, yes, I better go, bye Melissa”

“Bye, gorgeous”

Gorgeous? She called you gorgeous. Your eyes widen and you quickly get back to your cart, you want to scream but you don’t want anyone to see you. She called you gorgeous? Whoa.

You get back home, ready to start on her recipe, looking at your phone, your head doing mental gymnastics, trying to figure out what excuse you could use to text her. You figure you should cook first, not be too intense, you just saw her 15 mins ago for fucks sake.

You follow step by step her directions, so scared of messing it up, as if she were to try them. You have never been happier to cook anything. You wonder how they would taste if she were to make them. You move quickly through all the steps, wanting to finish as soon as possible. One because you want to try this deliciousness and two, because you cant wait to text her.

You finish them and you gotta say you are quite proud of yourself, you don’t know how they taste yet, but they look really good. You wonder whether you should try them first and let her know, or whether you should send her a picture. You settle for a bolder idea, quite harmless if she doesn’t like you in that way, but kinda flirty if she does feel attracted to you.

You retouch your make up and push up your boobs, feeling a little slutty but thats the point, no?

You set your phone in front of you and your plate of arancini. Taking one of the balls in your hand, you said to the camera. “Well, I figured that after giving me your secret recipe, you at least deserved a live reaction.” You smile to the camera and bring the ball to your mouth, your teeth parting the crunchy exterior as its inside melted in your mouth. “Mmmmmhhhh”, you let out a low moan, as an expression of the pure joy and satisfaction that bite gave you. The delicious taste of the dish was really flooding your senses, your eyes rolling and mouth falling open, but you remember you are recording yourself for her and quickly regain your composure. “Well, I guess, you are going to be able to tell that was incredible. I am going to have to ask you for more recipes”. You stop recording and wonder if that was too much, hell your face while taking a bite of the food looks pornographic. A wave of courage takes over you and you press send, then you get hit by a wave of anxiety.

It has been ten minuted and Melissa has not replied. You pace around your house, slowly losing your mind, your body shaking.

A few seconds later, your phone lights up. The name Melissa Schemmenti popping on your screen.

“Oh my, sweetheart, if you make those faces every time you eat my food, I am going to have to invite you over for dinner.”

“Anytime, gorgeous” - You said as you throw your phone on the couch, you figure if she called you that, there is no harm in using it on her.

“I am going to fill you up so well”

Your eyes widen at her reply, oh it is on!

“Can’t wait, Schemmenti” - you type as you bite your lower lip and run around of pure excitement.

“My place, Saturday, at 7pm”

“Wouldn’t miss the chance to get a taste of your flavors.”

You send the last text and your face is red as a tomato, you can’t believe what you just said but you are so glad you did. Your mind is racing with thoughts about what is possibly going to happen this Saturday. How did everything escalate so quickly? Was everything on your mind? She was flirting right? RIGHT? You sigh and decide to try and distract yourself. Whatever it was, you will get to spend an evening with the redhead.

#wlw fanfic #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti/reader #melissa schemmenti x y/n #read on a03 #schemmentisbranzino #lisa ann walter

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roturo · 9 months

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Any head cannons or drabbles for gojo meeting y/n at her/their job at hooters? Sfw or nsfw I don't mind!!

HOOTERS MAKE YOU HAPPIER!

menu: gojo satoru x hooters waitress!reader, sfw & nsfw, possesive behavior, jealousy, breeding kink, mr kink (?), unprotected sex.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APRECIATED!

First of all, he would find out about this restaurant through social media:

‘Come and visit Hooters! An experience and feelings you won’t forget!’

It catched his attention, not only because of the pretty girl on the ad, but also because of an American restaurant of that kind not being that common here in Tokyo.

He would beg for Nanami to come with him, just so he could be with someone and not look like some virgin desperate for sex.

He wouldn’t touch some waitress without their consent, no, that’s not him, and it's disgusting. Flirting? He loves that.

‘C’mon Nanami! This will be fun! You’ll be seeing some cute chicks while eating a hamburger! It’s on me.’ Nanami just sighed at his stubbornness, knowing if he said no he would bring him anyways.

The first time he visited the place he loved it. Flirting with all the ladies there, the food wasn’t the best, but he had a good time.

So that’s how it started. Him becoming a regular customer and a regular flirt with the workers there.

But one day his usual routine of ‘hooters fridays’ changed. He didn’t recognize this new gorgeous waitress. You catched his eyes in an instant. He couldn’t keep his eyes out of you and that mini short of him.

He was jealous of another man watching you and he hasn’t even talked to you, yet.

‘Aw, Mr Gojo! You don’t seem as flirty as the last time. Has a lucky girl got your heart?’ One of the regular waitresses he flirted with asked, leaning herself on the table where her forearms are resting on it and her boobs are standing out. She would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel attracted to Gojo, and him eyeing you all this day had her tearing out her hair in despair of the loss of attention on her.

‘Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry, just not in the mood. Is she new?’ He asked, pointing at you, completely ignoring the poor waitress. She rolled her eyes and told him your name.

Now, every Friday he would find himself excited to go watch the cute and shy waitress he met the last time. Denying any other waitresses that tried attending him, he wanted you and you.

He loved how shy you would get when he looked at you through his glasses. Giving you a glare to stop being as affectionate to other men in the restaurant.

You would catch yourself leaning more to his touch everytime, touching his hand shyly with your small hand compared to his, feeling secure on his tall frame when other men looked at you.

It’s like they got beat up to know you’re his only.

‘You heard me, right? If I ever see you again, I don’t care if you’re 10 meters apart from her, I will kill you.’ The poor man just nodded, begging to be free from his grip.

And after beating some assholes that stared at your ass a little too much for his liking, he would be fucking you in the back of his car. Telling Ijichi to leave the car just so he could have you all for himself.

‘That’s it baby, keep bouncing on it. Show me how much you want to cum’ You whined, your legs were tired, he wouldn’t help you since you needed to ‘learn a lesson and stop flirting with other men who’s not him’ so you had to do all the work by yourself.

´Nngh~ M-Mr.Gojo, please.’ He chuckled at your begging. ‘Please what baby?’ He raised both his arms, making a gesture like he’s innocent.

‘Please fuck me Mr.Satoru’ His name rolling out of your mouth was unexpected, you never called him by his first name even if he asked you so. ‘He was still an ‘elder’ for you to respect.’ He’s in his late 20’s and you in your early 20’s.

So it’s like you activated something on him, his hands grabbing your waist, making sure to leave a mark there for at least some days and started bouncing you up and down on his cock with some bestial force you didn’t know he had.

Ever since you called him by his name, he became even more obsessed with you. He started taking you on dates, and even imagining a life by your side. He would be lying if he said when the idea of you being full of him, and round and pretty with a baby of his inside of you didn’t direct all the blood to his dick.

He would make sure to fuck you seven days a week to make that possible.

You’ll have to be currently buying more uniforms since he would’ve been tearing them apart any chance he had to get his dick wet by your pussy or have it as a dessert.

Sometimes he would even forget about telling Ijichi to leave the car when he starts fucking you.

‘What's wrong baby? You’re really sweaty today.’ He said teasing you, one of his hands under the table controlling the control for the vibrator inside of you. Sometimes he would forget he has it there and leave it at a speed that’ll have you with shaky legs and voice while speaking to other customers, while he stares at your ass and the wet patch it’s forming in your crotch.

He couldn’t resist more than an hour and took you to a backroom and fuck the out of you.

You’ll be his new addiction. Not a one night stand. Not a passenger partner,

You’ll be his forever.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #yall dont know how creative this request is #i hope you like it

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felixsgirl · 10 months

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jealous chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 3,583

tags: best friends to lovers, femxbangchan

warnings: very jealous chan, language, slight daddy kink, degradation, praise, oral fixation, edging, brat!reader, soft dom chan, unprotected sex, car sex (kinda?), fingering, finger sucking, punishment, teasing, hickies, words used like slut, whore, baby, my sweet girl, my pretty girl, sweetheart.

summary: reader keeps playing hard to get and chan has his last straw when they go out to a bar one friday night.

author note: first work lets get it

you and chan are sitting at the bar, two on the rocks whiskeys in hand when the guy who’d been ogling you for minutes now began to come over to you. you kept making tiny gestures at him, a smirk or two, a wink now and then. you have absolutely zero interest in this man, but you love the feeling of seeing chan physically angered and protective over you. you also love being so difficult to the point where you haven’t even let him take you home yet. even though its been what, 6 dates now since you’ve both confessed your feelings for each other? its the rush of accomplishment that you feel when you know you’ve done a good job of making him frustrated. you love it.

chan hadn’t noticed you fake flirting with him, but as soon as he realized the guy was stumbling over to you two, he immediately knew what for.

“the fuck is he coming over here for.” he grumbles under his breath, “does he not know how to read the goddamn room?” chan’s ring adorned hand grips your thigh tighter, out of anger already and the guy hadn’t even gotten all the way over here yet. “mm i don’t know chris, lets see what he wants shall we?” you smirk angling yourself a bit away from him, and towards the god awful man now standing in front of you.

“hey, saw you staring at me when i was standing over there. your boyfriend mind if i take you home? just want to rip that dress right off you babydoll.” the guy slurs on his wants. you aren’t phased, you don’t reply to him either. you look at chan, with an expectant look, brows slightly raised.

“yeah chan do you mind?” you play along with it. he knows what you’re doing, and boy is he pissed. “yes i fucking mind, you better get the fuck away from her before you have no hands to rip anyones dress off.” he spits at the guy, grabbing your wrist and dragging you off the chair towards the front entrance. “lets go”

“but chris.” you whine, “you’re ruining all the fun.” he stops to turn around and look at you. “this is fun to you? just wait till i get your ass home y/n.” he continues walking, your arm in hand until he reaches his car. opening your door and practically throwing you in there, you knew he was raging. you could feel his anger through his skin. you smiled at that thought, loving treatment like this.

“something funny?” he says angrily, starting to get into the drivers seat and start the car. you don’t reply, just simply shaking your head nonchalantly. you immediately feel his rough hands grab your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. “i asked you something, sweetheart.” you almost let out the most pathetic whimper, but you bite your lip just in time. swallowing it back down.

“nothings funny chris.” you answer. he scoffs in return letting you go and putting his hands back on the wheel. he starts to head home. there are about a million thoughts going on in your mind. you remember what he said earlier. “wait till i get your ass home” you get distracted by these impending thoughts when chans hand lands on your thigh again. his thumb caressing the skin.

“so you think its funny to flirt with other guys when i’m right fucking next to you huh?” he questions as your eyes widen immediately. he did notice you flirting with the guy at the bar? you swore he was facing the other way. you thought he was mad earlier? imagine how mad he is now. you pretend not to hear his question. attempting to appear normal as possible, glancing out the window while fidgeting with your fingers.

“i know you hear me, y/n. answer the question.” his grip on your thigh gets a little tighter. you shake your head at him, looking away from him as he stops at a red light. he tuts shaking his head. your answer wasn’t enough for him.

“look at me when i’m speaking to you.” he speaks a little rougher than before. you finally look up at him, shaking your head again. his brows raise, and you know exactly what for. “no, i didn’t think it was funny.” you finally get words out without sounding pathetic as ever. he hums in reply, clearly unimpressed. he knows you like getting a rise out of him, and you know he knows.

his hand on your thigh inches up slowly and slowly on the drive home. fingers achingly close to your clothed core. he brushes his fingers against your covered clit. eliciting a strained whimper from you as you resist the urge to grind your hips against his hand.

“what’s your problem hm? just can’t seem to be patient can you y/n?” he questions, pretending not to be fully aware of what he was doing to you. he moves his fingers closer to your clit, feeling how soaked you were through your panties. your eyebrows began to furrow as your head tips back.

“you’re fucking soaked. does being a whore turn you on?” you let out a moan in reply as he shakes his head at you.

“can’t even speak you’re so fucked out already, pathetic. i can feel you throbbing through your panties.” he scoffs, your hips raise up against his fingers. attempting to get more friction that you so desperately craved. his fingers stay the same pace. slightly rubbing against the fabric of your pink panties. you grab his hand at an attempt to get him to move faster, but he jerks it away before you get the chance.

“oh now you want to try and control what you get? you couldn’t even speak seconds ago.” his hand rests on your thigh again, making you more impatient. “channie. p-please.” you whine. looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes that work on him every time. he can’t resist the needy look in your eyes as he sighs.

“off.” he demands. you immediately reach the waistband of your panties and pull them off. letting them sit at your ankles. “now, you gonna be a good girl and take what daddy gives you hm?” he questions, and you nod eagerly. desperate enough to take literally anything.

“if you make yourself cum on my fingers by the time we get home, ill make your punishment a little more bearable. if you don’t, then i guess you’ll learn your lesson by the morning. won’t you, baby?” you nod, wearily but he grabs your chin harshly.

“speak up.” he says. the demanding tone of his voice makes your thighs squeeze together. you stutter out a “yes daddy.” trying to prevent the moan threatening to leave your quivering lips.

his fingers meet your dripping slit without the cloth of your panties in the way. you gasp at how much more sensitive you were despite what you thought. he moves his hand up so his thumb is hovering over your flushed clit. he ever so slightly brushes over it back and forth making you groan out in frustration.

“please touch me, channie. need you.” you whimper. mindlessly lifting your hips against his hand but he moves it before you can get anything from it. “i never said anything about me helping you did i?” he questions, resting his hand on your lower stomach. you shake your head in response, jutting out your lower lip in a pout. a useless attempt to get him to soften up. you knew he wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot.

“go on then, make yourself cum for me pretty.”

you take that as permission to grab his hand. guiding his fingers to your clit, all the way down to your dripping hole and back up again.

“so fucking wet. jesus baby.” he grunts. beginning to to slowly rub his fingers against your clit and you moan out his name. grinding your hips up against his hand.

you continue your movements against his skilled fingers. hips beginning to stutter due to the pleasure. you don’t even notice his fingers moving down until he pushes his middle and ring finger into your entrance. you cry out, gasping as you grab his arm holding onto it for dear life. he begins to slowly move his fingers back and forth. easing them into your tight, quivering hole.

“look so pretty like this baby. all needy for me.” chan coos, feeling you clench at his words. he moves his fingers at a faster pace. causing you to grip his arm harder. your hips began to rut faster against his fingers inside you.

“you think he would’ve fucked you this good? made you this wet?” he questions, well aware of your fucked out state. well aware that you couldn’t get a single word out. let alone a response to his question. “n-no onl-” a moan interrupts your sentence as he abuses your dripping hole. you throw your head against the black leather seat behind you, moaning his name once more.

“hm baby? i didn’t quite catch that.” he gives you the most shit eating grin. waiting for you to respond, as his fingers are knuckles deep inside you. “no channie, only you.” he smiles in response, not giving you a warning before he starts slamming his fingers inside of you with his thumb beginning to rub on your clit. the pleasure shoots through you like a rocket. your back slightly arches up and off the passenger seat as he hits the spot deep inside of your aching cunt.

“that your spot sweet girl?” he asks. although he knows your body like the back of his hand. you moan in reply, feeling your thighs start to shake around his hand.

“channie- please.” you moan out, feeling the knot in your stomach twist more and more as he continues finger fucking you.

“what is it pretty? gonna cum for me like a good girl?” his words make you go fucking insane. you could’ve came from his words alone to be completely honest. the rasp of his voice spurring you on. you nod eagerly, whimpering his name.

“need you to make a mess for me baby mkay? cum all over the seat like a good slut.” you nod again unable to come up with a logical response. your brain was sluggish, feeling your high even closer now. just a few more thrusts and-

he stops.

he fucking stops.

you look over at him with a confused look on your face, and there he is. smiling like a goddamn idiot.

“why’d you-”

“aw baby did you not notice? we’re home already.”

oh.

you are home.

how long have you been sitting here in your driveway? you were way too fucked out to notice.

“chris.”

“y/n.”

“why did you wait so long to stop then? i was so close-”

“do you think i care? seriously. you flirt with a guy all night, in front of my face mind you, and you think i care about how close you were?” he grits, taking his keys out the ignition and starting to get out the car.

you follow not long after, whining about how you’re sorry, you didn’t mean it, it was just a joke, blah blah blah. but he didn’t care. he was pissed. pissed at the fact that you thought it was funny, pissed at the guy for saying such disgusting things to you and for thinking such disgusting things. especially about you. his girl. his. he wasn’t gonna let you off easy, at all.

you both finally enter your house, your whining never ending. you shut the door behind you, continuing to apologize to him before he finally turns around and wrapping his hand around your neck. slamming your back against the door.

“will you shut the fuck up already?” he growls. you immediately attempt to hold back the whimper trying to escape your throat. god, he was so hot when he was mad.

“don’t have anything to say anymore do you? i’ll give you something to whine about. you just wait.” he takes his hand off your throat. backing away from you completely and starts to walk to the kitchen. you follow him, mindlessly. not wanting to make him more upset.

“i want you in your bedroom. don’t take any of your clothes off yet. just your shoes, and sit on the bed for me will you?” you nod turning around to go upstairs into your room. you were so nervous, an excited nervous. but nervous nonetheless. he’s never gotten so angry before. yet again you’ve never gone as far as flirt with a guy in front of him. that was clearly his last straw with your teasing.

you slip your shoes off, putting them in the corner of your room, venturing back to your bed and you sit. you sit for what feels like hours but really five minutes until chan comes inside, shutting the door behind him.

“look so pretty in that dress, baby.” he says, walking over to you, standing in between your legs as he hovers over you. he raises his hand, coming up to brush your hair behind your ear. the once soft gesture becomes one of his anger when he roughly grabs your hair into a messy, makeshift ponytail.

“you know what else you look pretty in hm? my passenger seat, legs spread, looking so fucking delicious. all needy and soaked for me. only me. isn’t that right sweetheart?” you whimper in reply and nod meekly. his hands leave your hair and venture to your neck, wrapping around it and bringing you up to kiss him. his tongue immediately meets yours, swirling together as a muffled moan leaves your mouth. he pulls away, attacking your neck with his soft, plump lips. making as many marks as he can, he wants everyone who even makes a glance at you, to know you’re his, and his only.

“you wish it was him who would’ve taken you home?” he rasps, lips leaving chaste kisses behind your ear, down to your neck, collarbones.

you whimper and shake your head. “n-no channie, only want you.” you gasp out once his hands lift your dress to your hips. his hands squeeze them, pulling you closer to his propped up leg in between your thighs. he presses you against his thigh, your eyes roll back, hands immediately trying to find something to hold onto. you grasp his hair, moaning out his name.

“mm yeah? you don’t get this wet for anyone else baby? this needy?” he purrs, as his grip gets tighter on your hips. beginning to grind your clit against his toned thigh. you throw your head back, a choked back moan releasing from your mouth.

“i wish he would’ve tried to touch you. touch whats mine. you’re too pretty like this sweetheart. all pretty just for daddy.” you nod and moan in agreement, bucking your hips up against his thigh as your slick begins to glisten where your clit meets his skin.

your orgasm begins to climb back up its high that was earlier ruined in the car. your moaning getting breathier, hips starting to stutter.

“gonna cum aren’t you?” chan grunts, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing. your head falls back, mouth letting out uncontrollable moans.

“beg for it like i know you can baby. be a good girl and i’ll let you cum as many times as you want mkay?” you attempt to let out a please, but a moan of chans name gets in the way, causing him to tsk at you.

“thats not going to cut it, sweetheart. you’re gonna have to speak up if this is something you want.” his grip leaves your throat, gripping your hips again and brushing his thumb against your red, throbbing clit. making your hips jerk up against him.

“daddy please-.” another moan interrupts you as he rubs against you harder. “p-please let me cum. need it. need you.” you plead, looking up at him, eyes beginning to water from your pent up release.

“cum for me sweet girl.” the knot in your stomach finally drops as soon as those words leave chans mouth. your body jerks against him, mouth open in a silent scream as your slick drips onto his thigh.

“so beautiful like this, baby.” he whispers against your hair, kissing your forehead softly. you whimper in reply, burying your head in his chest.

he lets you rest for a few before laying you on the bed. gently slipping your dress off while nipping on your neck. you let out a few mewls, still a bit tired from your earlier orgasm. his gentle touch sends shivers down your body, despite his words being so rough, and dirty. his touch wasn’t, which was one of your favorite things about him.

he smoothly slips his shirt off, your hand’s immediately go to his firm chest, all the way down to his sculpted abs, feeling him. your hand travels down to the waistband of his pants, slightly tugging on it.

“you need something baby?” chan asks from above you. you nod slightly, tugging a little harder as your lip gets caught in between your teeth. you could see him bulging through the tight pants he had on, and my god was it the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

“need your cock, channie.” you whine, and he groans in return. you rarely talk like this because you’re usually too shy to. but when you do its his favorite thing, hearing the filthy words leave your mouth. makes his dick twitch like crazy.

“yeah? baby needs my cock huh? my thigh and fingers weren’t enough for you, were they?” he knew they weren’t. nothing could compare to his thick cock stretching you out like nothing else could. making your walls flutter around him as you cum.

he takes his hands off you to finally pull his pants off, his boxers follow in suit. as soon as you get even a glimpse of his rock hard cock your mouth begins to water, drenched hole clenching around nothing. he leans down to kiss you softly, pulling away and looking into your eyes making sure it was okay if he continued. you nodded and that was all it took for him to begin tracing your entrance with his throbbing tip.

he pushes more if his length inside you, getting only half of it inside you before he stops abruptly. you whine and immediately start trying to grind your hips up against his cock. his hands grip them harshly before you get the chance. “d-don’t do that. if you do that i’m gonna cum.” he grunts out, and you nod in understanding, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer.

a good 20 seconds pass before he begins thrusting inside of you once again. once he finally bottoms out you gasp out in reply, back arching against him.

“s-so big, channie.” you whimper as he starts to pick up his pace. his hips stutter at your words, he gains his composure back burying his head in your neck. leaving little kisses down to your collarbone.

“you feel so damn good princess, so tight for me.” he whispers below your ear. you clench around him at his words, making him moan out your name. he tries his best to hold himself over, he never cums before you do, your needs before his own always.

your little jerks against him, the way you gasp out everytime his hips meet yours. makes him go fucking insane. the way no one can make you feel like this. only him.

his thrusts get a little deeper, a little harder, the one particular thrust has you raising your hips up against his own. has your back arching like a beautiful crescent moon against him and he knows exactly why. he found your g spot. as he does everytime.

“is that it baby? right there hm?” he questions. you can’t even make a logical response back. just mumbles of his name, moaning out against him as he fucks you stupid.

“cmon sweetheart, i know you’re close. give me another one.” his rough hand meets your clit, rubbing it harshly with his thumb. he reaches his head down to your hardened nipples, wrapping his lips around it as you moan out his name very loudly might i add.

the white hot pleasure finally begins to seep through you, reaching throughout every inch of your body as your pussy clamps firmly around his pulsing cock inside of you.

his thrusts begin to get sloppier soon after you cum around him. he spurs your orgasm on as he continues his abusive pace inside of you. before you know it hes grunting your name as his thick white seed bursts out of his cock inside of your slick walls.

“you’re so fucking good to me baby, you know that?” he sighs, breathing still heavy from his and your earlier orgasm.

“mm am i?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

you both fall asleep soon after, exhausted, happy and in the comfort of your bed wrapped under the blanket with him. you wouldn’t ask for anything less or anything more. this was all you needed, in chan’s arms at the end of a very long, very tiring day.

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In The Shadows I

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Most people that work for their father’s company have no choice, they’re thrown into it against their will. I was no different. Ever since I learned what my father really did for a living he had decided it would be what I do to. And I do it well. I’ve been training since I was 16. Now, 6 years later I’m the greatest assassin his company has ever produced.

My father runs a business, a hit man business. Some people are rich enough to hire people like us, people like me. We don’t just kill, we erase. We make people suffer and we make them silenced. Some people hire us just to investigate, gather information on an enemy.

You wouldn’t believe the amount of people that have wanted others dead. Exes wanting revenge, spouses wanting to collect life insurance, adult children sick of their parents. Some of their reasoning isn’t even good, but hey, moneys money right?

The cash isn’t even why I do it. It’s the thrill. Being undercover, being sneaky, solving things people had made difficult because they thought they were smart enough to hide them.

Everything I do, I do for the thrill. That rush of adrenaline that I’ve yet to let anyone who cares about me know about. Most assassins are like me though. No one really does it for the money. That’s just a bonus.

My father’s the only one who knows what I do. He made me what I am today. A killer. Not even my boyfriend of two years knows. He thinks I’m a planner at a company that sells stocks. That’s my cover. Thats my lie.

My eyes snap open as I hear my alarm go off. I dig under my pillow for my phone and shut off the alarm. I set my phone down on the night stand and rub my eyes. 5 am. I look over to my side and see my sleeping boyfriend, Luke. No doubt he went to bed not even an hour ago. He spends most nights staying up all night playing video games.

I sit up in bed and yawn. I get up and make my way to my bathroom. I take a quick shower before leaving to my usual coffee shop for breakfast.

The barista hands me my usual order with a smile. I’m used to seeing her here almost every day. Her usual days off are Wednesday and Friday. I sip on my coffee as I head back to my car. The clock on the console reads 6:53 am. I set the coffee down in the cup holder and drive off to the building I spend so many days in during my childhood, before I knew what it held.

I park in my usual spot, right next to my father’s car. I get out the car with my purse and my coffee, heading to the building entrance. I nod at Bobbie, the security girl, as I swipe my access card. It grants me access to the building and I head straight to my father’s office as I do every morning.

“Ah, good morning my dear.” My dad says as he gets out of his chair and walks to me for a hug.

“Good morning, Dad.” I say as I hug him back tightly.

He pulls away and smiles at me. “What do you have for me today?” He asks.

I dig through my purse and find a little paper bag. I hand it to him. “Open it.” I say while biting my lip to contain my excitement.

My father smiles at me and opens the little paper bag, letting a ring fall out onto his hand. “24 karat diamond?” He asks as he examines it.

“Yep. Fresh off the finger of a very unlucky divorcé.” I tell him.

“Ah, so this is the proof of contract completion for that Mrs. Aubrey then?”

“Ms. Aubrey.” I correct. “And yes, her ex husband won’t be bothering her or her children anymore.”

“That’s a good girl, I knew I could count on you.” My father smiles and puts the ring back in its paper bag. “I’ll have it delivered to her tonight, expect your payment in full my tomorrow morning dear.” He sits back down in his chair.

I sit down in the seat in front of his desk. “That’s my last contract, I’m officially out of running orders.” I say with a laugh.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something for you.” My dad smiles as he begins typing away at his computer.

“What is it?” I ask, leaning in.

“I’ll tell you in a bit, go on back to your office dear.”

“Why wait?”

“There’s more than just you and I for this contract, it’s a big one.”

I smile brightly. My father’s finally giving me a big important contract for my own. “All right. Just call my office when you’re ready for me, Dad.” I say with a smile as I get up from the seat.

“I’ll see you in a bit, dear.” He says as he waves me off.

I walk out of his office and to the elevator. My father’s office is on the top floor, while mine is about seven floors below that, a bit more than 2/3 of the way up the whole building. I walk out of the elevator and see the cubicles. I’m glad I got to skip that part.

I walk down the cleared walkway to my office, but am stopped when someone waves me over.

Casey. She started here as an information analyst just over a year ago. Now she profiles the subjects of our contracts. She’s the one who decides which assassin does what job.

“Hey, Casey.” I rest my arms over her cubicle.

“So, your new contact.” She smiles at me.

“I take it you chose me?” I laugh.

“No, this one came straight from the big man, your dad.” She says.

“Ah, okay. So you have no idea what it is then?” I ask.

“Nope.” She shakes her head.

“Then what did you call me over for?” I ask with a laugh.

“To gossip, duh! What else?” She laughs.

“I’m not one to gossip, Casey, you know that.” I say as I begin to walk away.

“I just wondered if you heard anything about the new guy.” She shrugs.

I turn back to her. “New guy?” I ask.

“He’s on loan from another industry. Apparently he’s their best assassin. Might even be right up there with your skill.” She chuckles.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“Well, I didn’t get a name, but he’s handsome. I snuck a peak at his photo in his file when I was in your dad’s office yesterday.” She smirks. “He’s gorgeous, like a god!” She whispers.

I laugh. “He’s a trained killer?”

She nods. “His file was definitely an assassin file.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be spreading this around. Idle gossip isn’t what people come here for.” I say before walking into my office.

I shut the door behind me and let out a breath. I walk to my desk and set down my now half drunk coffee and my purse. I rub my temple and check the time on my phone. 8:14 am.

I groan and lay my head down in my arms on my desk. No contracts, no one to research or study. Nothing. I sigh and start scrolling aimlessly on my phone.

I get bored fast and see my phone down on my desk. I run my fingers over my face and bounce my knee up and down. The agony and boredom is killing me.

I shake my head and begin searching through my drawers, taking everything out and organizing everything. Within an hour I have everything in my office rearranged. I step back and look at it all, smiling.

I turn around and look out the glass wall of my office. Anyone who looked in here would think I was crazy. I just tore apart my entire office and rearranged it all in an hour, just out of boredom.

Staring out the glass I see someone who makes my breath hitch. Matt Sturniolo. Matt worked at this company years ago. He was one of my father’s greatest assassins. He even taught me most of my tricks. But that all changed when Matt betrayed me.

The call finally comes. My father telling me it’s time to go back up to his office. I have a weird feeling in my stomach, a feeling Matt has something to do with it.

I make my way to the elevator and go back up to my father’s office. I walk out of the elevator and stop when I see him. Matt standing in my father’s office. Just talking with him.

I gather my courage and walk into his office, ignoring Matt completely. “Got the call,” I say to my dad. “What’s the contract?”

“Y/n, you know Matt Sturniolo.” My dad gestures to Matt. I side eye him before looking back at my dad.

“Yes, I remember him.” I mumble.

“He’s your partner for this contract.”

My jaw drops. “He- what?” Matt laughs and I turn to glare at him. “What’s so funny?” I ask him.

“Just you.” Matt says. “You’re like a high school girl with a grudge.”

I glare at him before turning back to my dad. “There’s got to be someone else, or I could just do it myself!” I tell him.

“No, you two are the best assassins I’ve ever met, the best trained killers, the best investigators, the best of the best. I need both of you for this.” My father says in a demanding tone.

“What’s the contract?” Matt asks.

“Finley Wilson.” My father stands up and hands both Matt and me a folder. “Collector of rare curios. He’s not the target though, your job is to befriend him. Pose as a couple in search of useless art and befriend Wilson. Find out who he cares about the most.”

I stare at my father. “Us? A couple?” I point between Matt and myself.

“I won’t hear any of your complaining.” My dad says. “This is an important contact, I want reports every night. Your flight leaves tomorrow afternoon, I suggest you be ready then, understand?” My father says sternly.

I nod and keep my mouth closed.

“Good. Don’t worry, I’ll have your things for your cover sent with you. You’ll need to make a believable couple, and Wilson will have to believe you’re a rich couple looking to buy his curios. That is important. You need him to believe this cover. He’s paranoid, it won’t be easy.”

Matt closer the folder and holds it under his arm. “Where are we going?” He asks.

“Switzerland.”

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sunflower-lilac42 · 8 months

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summary: travel through time with y/n sturniolo as she recalls moments through her life in the past four/five years.

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. sorry if it's a little bit repetitive. not proofread so sorry about any mistakes!

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‘There are eight billion people in the world But not a single one who understands’

Sitting in her car, y/n gazed at the car that sat a few stalls down. She always wanted to make sure the boys were safe when making their videos, despite knowing that they would be okay. Anything could happen to them, and the thought alone terrified her.

No one seemed to understand the girl’s worry. They always told her that the trio would be fine, that they wouldn't always need their big sister to look after them. She knew that, but after many nights away at college, she just wanted to spend more time with them. So if she had to spend one of her nights home in a parking lot just watching movies or listening to music in her car by herself while her brothers made videos, she would do it.

The boys reassured her before they went out that night, but she shrugged and claimed she had nothing else to do that night. When she had started coming home once every month it was because the boys had missed her and would’ve called her practically every day to ask for help or advice on something. They had finally convinced her to make her monthly visits and it’s been that way ever since. She started to realize that while her visits were mostly for their comfort, she had realized that it also comforted her.

When they were seniors, they told her she didn’t have to come home to visit anymore, but it was hard for her to stop, it was her routine. And unbeknownst to them, it brought her comfort. They didn’t think much about it, and just let her continue. No one questioned it for the last two years she was in college, and it was never brought up again.

‘I might as well be the only living girl Wanna be happy but I feel embarrassed to say that I'm lonely’

It was a Friday night, none of her roommates had classes, and neither did she. They hadn’t explicitly invited her out with them but the three of them, and her, knew the invitation was implied when they brought it up in a conversation.

Not wanting to worry her mom about fitting in, y/n had told the family that she was going out and she wouldn’t be responding to any texts or calls. And on that Friday night, she just curled up in her bed watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, ignoring all the texts from her family and friends.

Right before she was going to go make dinner, she picked up her phone to see a text from Nick, wishing her a good night out with her friends. She let a tear slip down her face as she placed her phone back under her pillow and shoved her head into her knees, forgetting all about the dinner she was going to eat.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

A year after she graduated, she was living with her family as she made enough money to go and buy her own apartment of some sort. She was working on the couch in the living room as music played through her earbuds.

She wasn’t expecting the abrupt entrance of the boys, coming back from whatever they were doing, since she flinched when they came barreling into the living room corridor, laughing their asses off. She was about to say something to them, when they all went into their separate rooms after saying goodnight to them, not even noticing their sister a few feet away.

Her eyes glassed over but no tears fell as she went back to working on her project for work.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys and her parents were once again out doing something. The boys were probably filming a video somewhere and her parents went out to eat for a date night.

She opted to stay home, not wanting to impose on their evenings. She sat in the kitchen watching something on her laptop as she made some dinner. This is what most evenings were like now. She would be in the kitchen, by herself, as her parents were most likely asleep or getting ready for bed in their bedrooms and her brothers were goofing off or doing some individual work in their bedrooms.

She hadn’t made any effort to hang out with them in a while, claiming she was busy with work when in reality she was just mentally and emotionally drained from the day's events at work. So she sat by herself in the kitchen her mind drifting off into oblivion.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

It was a couple of days after they posted Chris and Matt surprising Nick after he came home, and some of the comments were unreal. While many of the triplet’s fans loved Y/n and her big sister qualities and whenever she was in videos, a fair amount of them weren’t. They often claimed that she was too controlling and ‘possessive’ of the three.

Many of the comments referred to her absence to Nick’s arrival. Some said that it was rude of her to not show up, and some were relieved that she wasn’t there. Some even went as far as saying that the triplets were happy that she wasn’t there. In reality, y/n was at work despite her efforts on trying to get the day off to spend with her brothers after not seeing them for quite some time.

She had walked out of her room at her parents house as she was visiting for the weekend once more for her birthday. She was going to get one of the leftover cupcakes from last night when she heard the trio talking.

They were talking about the comments left on the video about their sister. She wasn’t standing there long enough to hear them defend her and call them crazy. She had walked back to her room closing the door before sliding her back against it, tears falling down her face as she placed her hands over her eyes.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face i see is me’

It was a late night in y/n’s dorm as she snacked on some chips, attempting not to get crumbs all over her bed yet failing miserably. She was watching the triplets new video and she noticed how happy they looked together. All she could think about was being home with them. She watched her reflection on her TV, nothing but silence filled her room.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Why is she so controlling? The boys are just joking and having fun like they always do. Leave them alone, jeez”

‘Tryna cope with all the insecurities Seeing my friends having the best lives don't make me feel better’

It was her roommate's birthday and she and her close friends went out to eat. Y/n had some homework to finish up despite wanting to go out with them, she couldn’t really push the assignment off any more than she had done.

She was taking a break after staring at the same screen for way too long. She walked around her apartment getting some exercise in as she looked at her Instagram feed. The top post was of her friends celebrating by the lake and having the time of their lives. She sniffled a little but didn’t let it get to her that much.

She was just doing homework, it’s not like they didn’t invite her.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

One night Chris had called her in an attempt to do his homework. He was trying to get the wording right but to no avail, he couldn’t. So he resorted to calling his older sister, in a seek for help.

Y/n spent an hour helping him with his essay before he finally finished. As soon as he ways done he said a quick goodbye and hung up, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There wasn’t any extra conversation between the two.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

Y/n was done with her junior year of college when the boys graduated. It was almost near one in the morning as she finished making her brothers their graduation gifts. It wasn’t truly anything special to anyone else but to her it was a lot.

She should’ve been out with her friends like most people her age were on a Friday night but she opted that it was more important to finish the gifts and the cards. She tore her eyes away from the paper to the picture frame of the triplets not too far away from her and smiled. She was proud of the boys, and that was all that really mattered to her at that given moment in time.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She could hear her brothers laughing from the kitchen as they attempted to direct each other in making a cake, or whatever it was they were baking. She was annoyed at them for being too loud but she couldn’t blame them, they were having fun.

She attempted to drain out the noise with her own sounds but she couldn’t. She slipped on her noise-canceling headphones, sitting there with her own thoughts.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

The boys had asked her one of the nights before if she wanted to be in a car video and she said sure. She changed her mind as soon as they started filming, however.

She didn’t participate much in the conversation and rather just listen to them talk about utter nonsense pretty much for the next half hour to an hour. She curled herself into a ball and looked out the window, her hood up and covering the majority of her face.

She knew there would be some comments about her being clingy and having to be with them 24/7, but she drowned those thoughts out and stared at her reflection as if it were a normal occurrence these days.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Does anybody else notice how reserved and nervous the boys seem around, y/n? They’re almost uncomfortable, it’s a little alarming.”

‘Crowded parties, busy streets Hanging with my friends Fireworks on New Year's Eve But I still feel so lonely’

Fireworks had never been y/n’s favorite thing in the world. So most times when it was Fourth of July or New Year's Eve she would have her earbuds in, listening to a movie or podcast with her noise-canceling ones on top to drown out the extra noise.

Her family was out watching fireworks somewhere after y/n encouraged them to go out. To them she didn’t care, it was just a normal occurrence in her daily life. But she was struggling more than she could even imagine she was. She didn’t want to tell anyone so she just suffered in silence and comfort in her own bedroom.

‘Long drives in his Benz, watching sunsets Seeming like it's perfect Family time on the weekends But I still feel so lonely’

It was another monthly visit, early on in her college years as they watched a movie in the living room. The boys laughed at one another’s jokes as they accidentally ignored y/n’s attempts to join the conversation. So she sat alone on one side of the couch, ignoring them.

‘But I still feel so lonely’

She and her brothers were sitting out at a restaurant when all of a sudden Nick noticed he was being filmed. The three let out laughs as they made jokes and making sure not to get their sister on camera as they knew she hated being filmed.

Chris handed the phone to Nick as he attempted to show the audience his new shorts. Y/n let out a little laugh at her brothers antics but went back to being silent just like always.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys had left their left over cake for y/n and when they all went to bed she ate it in silence except for her podcast playing in the kitchen. No thoughts ran through her head as she ate.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She had just gotten off the phone with her mom after assuring her that she was indeed alright. Her mom knew better than she thought she did but let her be for the night. This would’ve seemed like normal behavior for anyone else but to her mom, there was something seriously going on with her daughter.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what ehr daughter was doing right now, but if she did know it’d make her cry.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

She stared out of the window of her kitchen in her dorm seeing her reflection against the apartments across the street. She was making food as her late-night cravings for ramen hit her. Her roommates were already in their rooms but most likely not asleep.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“She’s honestly so clingy. She’s holding them back. Like omg, they’re not going to be kids forever. I mean I feel bad for the boys, having to deal with her all the time. They’re probably super excited when she goes back to college.”

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets x you #series #behindthelens #sunnylunebehindthelens #sunny lune writes #sister #sister!reader

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Rafe Cameron x !Pouge Reader

Synopsis:

you’ve just moved to Kildare island what happens when the king of the Kooks takes a liking to you?

Warnings:

Under age drinking, swearing

It had been a couple weeks since your family had moved to the island finding a small house on the cut. You went to Kildare county high school, and it didn’t take you long before you made friends with the Pouges. Finishing the last lesson of the day and it also being Friday, you wanted to finally relax. A brown haired girl makes her way over to you.

“Hey Kie!” You say giving her a one armed hug

“Hi, how’s your first week at school been?” She asked reciprocating the hug

“Surprisingly it hasn’t been as bad as I expected, but Mr Lawson is a dick head for giving me homework on my first week here” she groans

“Speaking of your first week, you need a proper Kildare welcome, we’re having a bond fire as a welcome party, practically the whole island is coming and Sarah insisted on inviting some Kooks” she rolls her eyes

“Really? You didn’t have to do that” you smile as you leave school

“It’s a tradition, and we need to get some guys on your radar” she grins

Going back to your place you get ready for the bonfire. In your bedroom you put an outfit together.

“Mum, dad ’m going out!” You shout coming out of the room

Your mum steps in-front of you

“Where are you going? Who are you going with? and What time will you get home?” She questions

“Mum I’m just going down to the beach for a welcome bonfire with some friends, I won’t be out to long”

“Let her go, it’s good she’s making friends so quickly” her dad shouts from the kitchen

“I’ll be responsible mum don’t worry” You quickly kiss your mum's cheek before walking out of the front door.

Going down the front steps you see the twinky pull in front of the house beeping the horn. Jj rolls down the window.

“Y/N get in!” He pokes his head out

Kiara opens the van door and you get in.

“Y/N! tonight’s going to be all about you” she smiles

“I hate all the attention being on me” you laugh

Sarah hugs her “my brothers going to be there to just ignore him if he tries anything”

“Hey Y/N” John B hugs her

“Hi Y/N” Pope and Y/N do their handshake that they’ve made up

“This is gonna be dope” Jj yells out of the window and he starts the car

Eventually, they get to the beach and they all get out. Jj and John B carry the huge firewood logs onto the open sand of the beach, drenching them in lighter fluid and setting the pile alight. From the back of the van Pope pulls out a foldable table and loads the drinks onto it. Kiarra and Sarah lift the two speakers out and connect their phones to them so they can play music. The three guys pull even bigger logs from the sand and place them around the fire for everyone to sit on.

"Now we wait" John B sighs

it didn't take long for everyone to arrive, you were sure at least half the island was on the beach. The music practically shook the ground as you went over to the drinks table. Grabbing a can of mai tai you look up to see three guys standing next to each other. Two of them seem in deep conversation but one of them seems fairly uninterested as he looks up from a beer to make eye contact with you. Holding eye contact he sends a quick wink.Your cheeks turn slightly pink and you look away. Taking her drink you go back over to her friends.

“Who’s that guy over there?” You say discreetly pointing to Rafe when he turns around

Kie’s eyes widen as she follows the direction of her finger.

“That’s Rafe Cameron Sarah’s brother, why?”

“Oh no reason” you say while breaking eye contact. Making it obvious there was something you weren’t telling Kie.

“Listen, Rafe is like the definition of fuck boy he might look hot but he’s the biggest man whore” Kie states turning to face you directly

“He could be good for something temporary” you shrug

“Do you think Sarah would care?”

“I don’t think she’s very interested in her brothers sex life but, if my friend hooked up with my brother I’d kinda want to know?”

“You should just ask her now, avoid keeping it from her if something does happen”

“Kie this is just a hypothetical remember, I haven’t even talked to him yet” you let out a small laugh

“I’m just gonna… talk to him ya know? Get to know him”

"yeah man I'm not stopping you, just know I warned you"

you look over and, Rafe seems to be by himself finally left alone by the two boys who seemed to be annoying him.

once again he makes eye contact with you.

mustering up the courage you think to yourself "If I stay sitting here nothing will happen and I'll waste the opportunity that's practically been handed to me"

you walk over to him, your heart beating out of your chest

"Hey, Sarah's brother? I've heard a lot about you" You smile at him

"All good things i hope" his mouth slants into a smirk

"That depends" you giggle slightly

"I could uh, show you around sometime I doubt those pouges have enough money to get you into the good spots in town"

"What about Sarah she hangs out with them all the time" you raise an eyebrow

"She's not a pouge really, I reckon you'd be one of us if you lived on figure eight"

"you don't know that" you look away from him

"ill bring you around Tannyhill, that'll change your mind"

"you say that to all the girls that talk to you?" you joke

"only the gorgeous ones" he chuckles

"you're too sweet" she blushes

she looks over and Sarah is talking to Kie she tilts her head to the right in a "what are doing with my brother" way

"Truth or Dare everyone!" Topper calls out

"come around, come around"

soon a group of people circles around the fire including you and Rafe.

"I think Y/N should do the honours" Kie smiles

"Truth or dare?"

suddenly all eyes are on you

deciding to be outgoing you choose dare.

"Kiss Rafe " she dares with a smug undertone

you turn to Rafe standing next to you, "You don't have to" you whisper

He shakes his head placing his hand on the side of your head, then pulling you in to lock his lips onto yours. Only pulling away for a split second he places his lips into yours again.

Rafe Cameron just made out with you in front of the whole island

what have you gotten yourself into?

An: do you guys like it?

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #obx fanfiction #obx #drew starkey

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Chapter 1: Cherry Contact

A/N: If this flops, I’m going to cry😢 In loving memory of @newsourceofnonsense, she's not dead; I just like the memory of her.

Contains: smut, oral, fingering , exhibitionism, plot

TW: tell me if you find any

Chris and Y/N are two walking commitment issues that enter into a mutually assured attachment.

Everyone thinks Y/N is a book hoarder, but she considers herself more of a book collector. She has over 700 books that take up damn near her whole apartment. The collection consists primarily of special and first-edition books. It’s probably worth around $50,000, but she doesn’t care because she plans on keeping them forever. To fund her obsession, she works as a waitress at a restaurant that just opened up called “The Copper Kitchen.” her best friend, Dorset, is a freckle-faced white girl with short brown hair, green eyes, and circle glasses. She also happens to be a bartender at “The Copper Kitchen.” Currently, Y/N is outside of her apartment waiting for Dorset so they can carpool to work. When Dorset pulls up in her shitty car, Y/N is ecstatic because she has big news to share.

“Dot, I’ve done it!” she says as she hops into the passenger seat.

“Wh- what have you done?” She’s very concerned that Y/N has done something crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time. The last time something like this happened, she told Dorset that she got her ex’s name tattooed on her left ass cheek.

“I’ve decided to have sex with men again!”

Dorset is relieved. “OMG! Yes! We can finally fight over men again!” They laugh as she merges back onto the road to begin the short trip to work.

“Yep, I’m meeting a guy at the restaurant after my shift,” Y/N says proudly. She's been off men since her break up three years ago, and this new guy is the first not to give her the ick within the first week of talking. She knows meeting up doesn’t automatically mean sex, but she hasn’t had dick in 3 years and feels that she owes it to herself to fuck this man. It’s not like she’s interested in anything else from him. Romance is strictly off the table for her. She prefers to stick to smutty romance books and shitty Tumblr fanfics of perfectly romanticized versions of men.

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about your little hookup.” They part as they head to their respective jobs at the restaurant—time to deal with shitty customers who tip like assholes.

Twenty minutes before the end of her shift, the most obnoxious kids walk in. They’re not actually kids; they're about 20, but Y/N considers anyone under 22 a kid, and these guys seem incredibly immature.

“Hey guys!” Says Nick, holding up the camera. “Welcome to today’s Friday vlog where we will be…”

Matt takes the camera, “trying the food at…”

Chris gets into the shot and yells, “The Copper Kitchen!”

Nick hits Chris in the head “Don’t yell in my fucking ear!”

“Don’t hit me, Dickface!” Chris hits him back while Matt holds the camera and laughs to the side.

The Y/N comes up and loudly asks, “Is this your whole party?” She gives them a disapproving look.

Matt is the first to speak, “Yes, ma’am, it’s just the three of us today.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” said Nick and Chris in unison. Chris is noticeably more embarrassed than Nick is. He’s absolutely mortified to be seen acting like a child in front of such a beautiful woman.

“Thank you. Let me show you to your table.” She picks up three menus before walking them to their seats. Only when they’re all sitting and looking up at her does she realize that the three boys are triplets. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

She points to Matt. “Root beer, thanks.”

She points to Nick. “Water, if you don’t mind.”

She points to Chris. “What’s the best virgin mixed drink you guys have?”

“I’m not sure, but you can never go wrong with a Shirley Temple. Do you want me to go ask the bartender?” She would love to tell Dorset about the sexy triplets that just stumbled in.

“Nope, we’re all good. I’ll take a Shirley Temple and a Pepsi.”

“Great. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks.”

Y/N practically runs to Dorset. Chris can’t help but watch her ass as she walks to the bar to order his drink. When she returns a few minutes later, she hands Chris his drinks last.

“Thank you for the Pepsi, but this…” he lifts the mixed drink and hands it to her. “is for you, miss…” he pauses to look at her name tag. “Y/N. It’s an apology for making a scene in your restaurant.” Nick and Matt are in shock over how forward he’s being. Chris has never really flirted in front of them before. It’s kind of weird, but they can see why he has so many girls in and out of his room.

“Well, thank you…”

“Chris.” he interrupts. “Please, call me Chris.” he gives Y/N a charming smile.

“Thank you very much, Chris. However, my shift is over, and Michelle will serve you for the rest of the night.”

“I’m sorry to see you go, miss Y/N, but I hope you have a good day.”

“Will do, Chris,” says Y/N before she walks away to sit across the room at the bar. She talks to Dorset about her date tonight while she waits for him. His name is Theo. He’s blonde with deep brown eyes, and from what Y/N can tell from sexting, he’s so fucking good at dirty talk. Unfortunately, he is 30 minutes late to meet her.

Chris has been relatively quiet for today’s video. He’s been distracted watching Y/N enjoy his drink and seeing her smile and laugh with her friend. She looks somewhat distressed now, and Chris can't help but think he’s found his opening. He makes the boys wrap up the video and leaves to get Y/N’s number.

He turns on his charm and sits on the stool next to her. “What’s got you so worried, miss Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m being stood up. I’m also pretty sure people under 21 can’t sit at the bar.”

“Who says I’m not 21? Maybe I’m here to buy you another drink.”

Y/N cocks her eyebrow as she calls her friend over. “Order me something then.”

Chris tries to think his way out of this. “Listen, you guys are friends, right? She’s just been stood up, and a handsome young man would like to buy your friend a drink. I’m sure if you just forget to card me this one time and let me buy her a Shirley Temple with vodka and extra cherries, it would make her night ten times better.”

“My hands are tied, Y/N. You’re my weakness.” she looks to Chris. “Dirty Shirley coming right up.”

“You’re fuckin’ smooth, aren’t you?” asks Y/N.

Much more confident than he was moments before Chris responds, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Now tell me all about the bad man who hurt you.”

“I’m not really hurt,” she replies, but Chris can tell she’s hiding something.

“No?” he questions.

Dorset comes with her drink, and Y/N takes a nervous sip. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course you can, Miss Y/N.”

“I’m not hurt. I was just really horny, and I got my nails done for this date, and not I can’t even touch myself at home because my nails are so sharp,” she says, completely embarrassed. She doesn’t make eye contact with him and focuses intensely on eating her maraschino cherries.

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but…” he leans in, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “ I think I can help you with that.” She doesn’t miss a beat. She takes his hand and drags him to the large family bathroom. Dorset claps and cheers them on openly as they make their way. Y/N makes a mental note to get her back somehow later.

She palms him through his pants, and Chris grabs her face, pulling her into a rough, hurried kiss. “Oh, fuck. You taste like cherries.” he hikes up her uniform skirt and rubs her over her panties.

“You have yourself to thank for that.”

He spins her around so he can watch her face in the mirror as he touches her. “You’re also soaked. Do I have myself to thank for that, too?” before she can say anything, Chris’s finger is spreading her lips apart and playing at her entrance.

She closes her legs in response. “Nope, not so fast. You gotta eat it first.”

Chris sinks to his knees. “Yes, ma’am.” he wastes no time. He spreads her thighs apart, slides her panties to her knees, and starts lapping at her clit from behind. He’s got to be quick because his brothers are waiting for him.

She bends over the sink, propping herself up on her forearms. “Oh, fuck!” she groans.

“Hush, Cherry. Don’t want to get fired for fucking on the job, do we?.” The vibrations from his laugh makes Y/N’s pussy shiver causing her to wiggle a little. Chris loves watching her ass jiggle. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he parts her cheeks and gives her a playful spank. “You have such a cute little asshole. Do you mind if I try?”

“Yeah, you can try,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face from the mirror.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to give your clit some attention.”

“Oh, yes! Just like that!” Y/N cries out louder than she means to as his tongue explores her ass. He rubs her clit with the pad of his finger, and she lets out a breathy moan. Chris is hard as a fucking rock, and she’s making such pretty sounds. It’s torture not to touch himself, but he came here to help her out and needs to focus on making her cum.

“Yeah. Tell me how you like it.”

“Fingers, please,” she begs.

“Tell me how many you need, Cherry?”

“Two. Just two, please.” Y/N takes his fingers inside of her with ease. He searches for a moment to find that special spot of hers. “Right there!”

Chris is so happy with how open she’s been to him. The girls he’s been with recently have been so meek. She’s such a good girl telling him just where she needs him. He works his fingers into her faster, making sure to hit her G spot every time. Y/N starts pushing herself back on his fingers. Chris feels her pussy begin to tighten like a vice around him. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, Cherry. Cum on my fingers.” her legs giveaway as her climax burns through her, and Chris has to hold her up as he tries to work her through it.

When her orgasm subsides and her vision comes back, Chris is on the floor holding her. She rests her head on his chest and says, “Thank you. That was fucking amazing.”

“Anytime, Cherry. I don’t expect any reciprocation today, but I feel I am owed your phone number.” He hands her his phone, and the new contact is already open.

“Of course, here’s my number, Chris.” she hands the phone back to him, gets back onto her feet, and pulls her panties up. She leaves without saying goodbye. Chris looks down at his phone and smiles at her contact name. “Y/N🍒 (Sexy Waitress)”

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bl00dst41ned · 7 months

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*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.1) ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)

summary: in which Jude chooses the wrong time to break up with Mariah

author's note: saw @mwahuniverse’s post. here it is. might be a three to four-part series so if you want to get tagged for the other ones, comment or drop it in my asks (part 2 is already ready and out Friday or Saturday hehe)

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Two lines.

It felt like Mariah’s eyes could not get away from these two lines on the pink stick.

These two lines, as simple as they looked, were about to change the entire course of her life.

Not believing the sole test even after staring at it for minutes, she quickly picked up the other tests:

Two lines

“Pregnant”

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

The young woman’s vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears that she tried to dry with her hands. But the overwhelming feeling took over, tears now strolling down her cheek.

Not tears of sadness, but of happiness. Happiness from growing life in her belly. Happy to start a family with the person she loved, Jude.

Speaking of him, Mariah checked her phone, seeing that her boyfriend should be back. She rushed to hide the tests and order some of their signature meal they only eat together.

Behind the door could be heard keys jiggling before it opens. Jude doesn’t have time to walk in that he is greeted with an overly cheerful Mariah. He gave her a quick kiss on the temple before heading to the living room with his girlfriend on his steps.

“I have something to tell you” Mariah started with a smile as they sat on the sofa.

Weirdly, Jude sat as far as possible for her, something he started to do for a few days now. Mariah had picked on his change of behaviour but decided to ignore it.

“Wait, let me start” Jude interrupted in a stern voice, which caused Mariah’s smile to slowly fade.

“I think we should stop this”

“Stop what?” Confusion laced her voice.

“Us”

His words hit her like a car crash. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Jude, the man that she loved, just broke up with her for no apparent reason. Broke her heart when she thought their love was sealed by the little seed that was about to grow in her belly.”

Her breathing got heavy and palms became sweaty but she tried to cover it.

“Wh-why ?” She managed to ask in the least shaky voice she could let out.

“I just don’t feel like doing it anymore, I kind of lost interest” He nonchalantly responded, breaking Mariah’s heart even more.

“Yeah, we should end it now, you go your way and I go mine”

The more he spoke the more it felt like he stamped on her heart. As much as she tried to keep face and not show anything, her body decided otherwise since her hands lightly shook from trying not to burst out crying.

As Jude kept on ranting as if he didn’t care how Mariah felt, her phone buzzed repeatedly.

She opened her phone seeing a DM from an unknown girl, named Leslie

missleslie

*sent one attachement*

tell my man I can’t wait to see him again 😘

Mariah opened the attachment seeing a mirror photo of her, Jude laying in the background on his phone. The same phone, set on the coffee table. With the same outfit he wore right in front of her. The same Jude that just broke her heart had spent the day with another girl.

“Who’s that?” She turned her phone around showing the picture to him.

He let a light smirk grow a bit before he just sat back unfazed

“What d’you want me to tell you?”

After all their time together, Jude had always cared for her, making sure nobody, not even him, hurt her feelings. But now it felt like all of it had gone away.

“Just go, bro”

To which he did. He walked out of her apartment without a word or even a look. He just left her.

Once the door closed, Mariah took out the test, looking at each of them intensively. She bursted in tears, not able to control them.

She cried and cried until there were no tears left to cry.

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I. I Know You Understand Me

summary: getting a little beside herself, Coco lets Joe in. but there is something about him that makes her feel so vulnerable, so…..submissive. And she likes it, but when she tells him her secret, he surprises her.

It was the Friday before New Years and the only plans Coco had were to finished up a session in the studio, grab some food and ring in the New Year at another hotel. She had been invited to numerous parties, but turned down the requests, which sparked up rumors that she was recording new music, which she was, but now she really had to be careful of where she went and who she was seen with. Too much speculation ruined the surprise.

Have you washed that hoodie since I gave it to you? - Joe

Three days. She spent the past three days talking to Joe. Every moment she had, she answered his call or text. If she couldn’t she always sent him a message that she was busy but would get back to him. Having just left a rehearsal, Coco had nothing to do but get back to her hotel room.

Have you been stalking my pictures? - Coco

Stepping outside, she quickly slid into the open door of her car. Her body guard, sliding in on the other side of the car, tapped the partition so they can leave. It was a smooth thirty minutes to her hotel. Placing her purse on the seat, she leaned back and crossed her legs before her phone buzzed again.

The designer is calling asking if I bought it for you. - Joe

There was a laugh emoji after and Coco smiled.

I told them no. - Joe

It took little for Joe to understand the type of person Coco was. She was very private and wanted to enjoy life as normal as possible. He’d never seen someone so humble. Someone so worth spoiling. She had been on his mind for days.

Thank you. I really do like this hoodie. - Coco

I’m glad I could make you smile. - Joe

He had to be flirting with her? Every now and then, Joe would drop some sly remarks like this. On a phone call she had asked him something a bit silly and he let ‘baby girl’ slip from his lips. Her breath hitched in her throat, but he kept talking like it was the most normal thing. Like he was supposed to be calling her that. Trinity would tell her to go for it. They all had been on her about her love life and how dry it’s been for her. If he rejected her they could still be friends at least. Maybe.

I know Smackdown is tonight, but are you doing anything after? - Coco

She threw her phone to the seat before she could feel his reply buzz her phone. She didn’t pick it up again until she was alone in her hotel suite. A large tray of fruit and waters had been delivered per her request. Sliding a strawberry in her mouth, she snatched her phone from her purse.

Her phone rang and she nearly dropped it. A shirtless photo of him backstage popped up on her screen before she accepted his face time call.

“Hey.”

She fell onto the couch as his face came into view. He was clearly backstage and when he panned the phone up to his face, her breath caught in her throat. His expression was darker than she remembered, his skin a warm brown, and his smile seemed brighter. Joe was clearly in his element and looked good doing it. She could see the interior of his suite behind him.

“Hey pretty girl,’ he replied smoothly.

His jaw worked as he chewed gum. Coco noticed his hair was pulled into a bun, and the sides of his head were freshly shaven.

Coco pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against them as she held the phone up. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting you.”

“Never, and no.” He added. “I’m not doing anything after. You want to see me?”

Coco turned her face into her legs, shy all of a sudden. She could hear Joe laughing and peeked through her fingers.

“It’s cute how shy you are, you know that?”

“I’m not shy,’ she huffed.

“We’ll see when I get there.”

Most men, when cocky or arrogant, turned her off. Their self assurance sometimes gave her, what did her nieces call it? The ick. She never wanted a man that was too good for her. Or him to think she was too good. Yet, Joe was confidant. On screen and off. The way he was talking made her panties just a bit wet in the center.

“Look, I have to get going, but I’ll call you after the show, okay?”

“Oh, okay…”

Did she just whine? Coco mentally face palmed. She whined, because he was hanging up.

“I know the call is short,’ he says lowly, ‘but I wanted to see your face before I clocked in. I’ve been thinking about nothing but you for the past few days.”

Before she could respond, Joe winked and ended the call. She had about two hours before the show was over and maybe another forty-five minutes before he’d be calling again. Sliding off the couch, she hurried towards the bedroom and cleaned up her notebooks, guitar, tempo pad, and clothes. She didn’t want to bother room service, so she made the bed as best as she could. The only bathroom in her suite was attached to her room and if he needed to use it, the last thing she wanted him to see was a messy as room. She did however, put in an order for food. She wasn’t sure what he’d want, so she opted for a light lemon and garlic pasta, but then she called back and told them to be on standby because she didn’t know what her guest would want.

Coco crossed into the bathroom which was slightly cleaner than the bedroom. It was spacious with a separate shower and tub. She put away all her beauty supplies, but hooked up her curlers and turned on the shower.

I’ve been thinking about nothing but you for the past few days.

She added soft curls to her hair as she watched WWE Smackdown. After her shoulder, she rubbed her body down in a soft scented body butter. Coco kept running her hands through her hair to make it look less done. She was also nervous and with each match, she was getting anxious. Then his entrance music played. Her eyes were glued to the screen as he walked out, flanked by Jey and Jimmy, with Paul Heyman right along with them.

“Why is he so fine,’ Coco sighed. "It makes no damn sense."

He didn’t have a match, but she always liked watching him on the microphone. His promos were some of her favorites and it didn’t help his mannerisms were so dominating. He was dominating. Biting down on her lip, Coco turned from the TV and finished dressing. The brown maxi dress clung to her in all the right places. Sleeveless, she grabbed the hoodie from her bed and brought it to the living area where she flipped on the TV to finish viewing his segment. Her hands toyed with the tennis bracelet he got her as she latched it around her wrist. Moments later chaos flooded the ring, brawls broke out, and threats were made. She could only imagine how much testosterone was flying around the ring.

In the end, Joe left the ring with his titles held high above his head. The commentators were all figuring out what happened. The arena was chanting for Roman. He really was at the top. The Head of the Table. The Tribal Chief……and he was coming to her hotel room in less than an hour. Smacking her hand over her face, Coco tried to still the butterflies in her stomach. No man has ever made her feel the way Joe had, and it had only been three fucking days. Joe was one of the top athletes in the game. And he was coming to see her. Albeit she had asked what he was doing, but, she had expected him to be tired or have plans.

Coco had sent him the information for her her hotel and how to get to her. Her room was one of three on the floor and the second largest. Her palms were sweaty.

His knuckles brushed against the door, snapping Coco out of her rambling thoughts. She took her time getting to the door, but anticipation grew with each step. She was Yahya! Queen of R&B, superstar of superstars. But here she was turning into mush over the six foot five Samoan man outside her hotel door. Her hands grabbed the handle and before she could open the door she heard his voice.

“Are you going to let me in, pretty girl?”

Opening the door, she leaned against it while biting the inside of her cheek. She could hardly look up at him. He had changed into a black jogger set, complete with hoodie and his hair down.

“Can I braid your hair?” She blurted out.

Joe laughed and looked over her head to the inside of her room. “Are you going to invite me in first?”

“Oh! Yeah, come in.”

He looked down at Coco, licking his lips before saying, ‘don’t mind if I do.”

The door clicked shut behind her as she followed him into the living space of the hotel room.

“If you’re hungry I can have something brought up.”

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

Coco’s right shoulder shrugged upwards. “A little.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

Her silence made him pause.

“I was waiting for you. I didn’t want to eat…you know, we could eat together.”

Joe sighed and tugged off his hoodie. His arms stretched above his head, his muscle tensing and relaxing as he flexed. He tossed it on the back of the couch before sitting on the floor in front of it. He placed his phone on the table, after turning it off, and stretched his arms over the seats of the couch. How did she end up with this….Samoan god in her room. His presence was undeniable.

“You’re looking a lil shy, pretty girl.” He beckoned her over with two fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Her feet betrayed her and she was standing beside him before she realized it. It was almost midnight, but she knew the kitchen was still waiting on her call. She didn’t want to leave them hanging, so she picked up her phone and ordered them another small fruit tray, grilled chicken orecchiette, a medium rare steak, and a few sides.

Joe reached out, tugging on the hem of her dress. “Are you going to braid my hair?”

His laughter followed as she nearly ran to her bathroom for a comb and rubber bands. She looked in the mirror at her flushed reflection and slapped the light off. When she came back, Joe had brought one leg up and was resting on of his arms on it. His head was relaxed on the couch and it was then she noticed he was shirtless. Thick was an understatement. His body was sculpted in ways she didn’t think possible. Samoan ink was very distinctive, especially when it was done by another Samoan. The lines were crisp, the shading and used of his skin tone was phenomenal, he was a walking art piece. And she wanted to the the only patron of that gallery.

“If you keep looking at me like that my hair wont be the only thing getting done tonight.”

His dark eyes landed on her and she bit on her bottom lip. This wasn’t the Joe from the party, but it was the only she talked to on the phone, just in her face. He wasn’t shy or coy about what he was thinking. Coco knew exactly what was on Joe’s mind.

“Come on, pretty girl.”

As she climb onto the couch behind him, Joe lifted his body so that she could fit her self behind him. He felt her knees and realized her legs were folded. Reaching behind him, he tugged her legs apart and stretched them over his shoulders. Trying to calm her racing heart, the singer slid the comb through his hair, right down the middle to make two sections. She pushed his head to the left and he rested it against her thigh.

When she began the braid, he struck up a conversation. His hand rubbing the outside of her right thigh.

“What did you think of tonight’s show?”

“Are you asking what I thought of you?” She replied.

Joe pinched her thigh a little. “You’re real sassy when you aren’t making eye contact with me.” He paused. “And yeah, that’s what I meant.”

She gathered hair as she continued to the middle of the braid. His hair was thick and coarse.

“I think this build up you’re creating is good. Story telling is just as important, right?”

His eyes slipped closed as her fingers wove his hair.

“It is.” He hummed. “The same with your music, yes?”

“You tell me.”

She finished the braid and moved his head to her other leg to finish.

“From what I hear, it sounds like you express yourself in slower tempo songs, you feel the music. Become it almost. Those videos are my favorite, not too much happening. It’s just you and the music.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

He opened one eye and turned to look at her. “Why wouldn’t I be a bee in the Queen’s hive?”

Coco smiled as he spoke. He went on to talk about his favorite songs and eras. They were interrupted by the room service. Joe went to answer, but just had them slide the cart into the room without being seen. Coco blew out a sigh of relief that he was so aware. She stayed seated as he fix their plates, bringing her bowl of pasta over before grabbing his own steak and grilled potatoes. They ate in silence, him still sitting by her legs on the floor.

“We could have moved to the table.”

“I like being this close to you,’ he said.

He couldn’t see it but that goofy grin was on her face.

She knew it was the hunger, but her bowl was empty before he was finished. She scooted back behind him, finishing the braid while he ate. She tied the ends with rubber bands and inspected her work. Neat, the braids looked very different than the bun he wore. She wasn’t sure if it was camera ready, but it made him look vastly more domineering than before. He placed her fingers at his temples and tilted his head back, making sure his part was as neat as she could get it without product. His head fell back farther, into her lap, and she gasped softly as he looked up at her. Her fingers trailed down his cheeks, through his beard and he caught her before she could get to his neck.

“You know what isn’t shy about you?” He asked.

“What?”

“These hands.”

Abruptly, he turned until he was on his knees in front of her. She wanted to touch his chest, trail her fingers over his tattoo, back up his neck, but she kept them pinned at her side. She wasn’t looking at him and he grunted. Clasping his hand around her neck, he gently tilted her head up with a thumb under her chin.

At her side, her hands balled into fists, palms so sweaty she couldn’t grip her own skin and her hands fell open.

He thumbed her bottom lip, watching it pout. “Relax for me, pretty girl.”

“I am,’ she sighed.

“Do I make you nervous?”

There was a pause when she began fiddling with her fingers.

‘talanoa mai ia te au, teine aulelei’

‘what?”

‘don’t act like you don’t understand me again.’

Joe locked eyes with Coco as she nodded. His brows furrowed and he let out a string of beautifully strung curse words.

‘ona e tali mai lea’

Ou te matua manao lava e te sogi mai ia te au Joe

“I know what you want,’ he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her own. “Need even.”

His hands rested on her thighs, pulling her closer to him to where she was sitting on the edge of the couch, only held still by his firm hold. Their noses brushed and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“What’s that,’ she breathed.

“Intimacy,’ he replied. “From a man.” He added. “From me.”

He punctuated his word with pecks to her full lips, teasing her each time. Mouth agape, Joe dove in, his tongue sliding over hers as she held onto his shoulders. He brought her closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. Still giving her room to push him away, Joe slid his hand up her smooth neck until his hands were woven into her hair. His lips never leaving hers as his tongue licked at her mouth so lewdly her hips rolled forwards, seeking friction.

“You’re still so tense, baby,’ he kneaded her thigh with his hand, picking her up before sitting.

She braced her hands against his chest, thick muscle rippling beneath her soft touch.

‘e tatau ona tatou taofi’

Hearing that, Joe pulled his head away from her neck, where he had been nosing along the smooth unblemished skin. He was thinking of ways to mark it up when she spoke. Straddling his lap, he looked between their bodies. Her dress was bunched up around her thighs, his large hand palming nothing but bare skin. Joe looked at her, right in the eyes, as his hand wandered up her thigh until his fingers dug into her ass.

‘aisea’

Ou te lei faia lava se feusuaiga muamua…..

“We can take this as slow as we need.”

“What is this,’ she asked.

‘amata i lenei tausaga ia a'u’

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