#these are made to go in little groups from top to bottom left to right

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #trying to write from sanji's pov is like. how can i show that this man is absolutely on his knees all the time for reader #just look at him. just.look.asdhgjkl #also i just think !! looking at the stars would be a great date idea w any of the straw hats while at sea #:<

[smutoperator]

Get It Like Boom Boom Boom

Kim Chaewon x Male Reader

Tags: anal, creampie, dirty talk, dominant woman, facefucking, grinding, multiple orgasms, ruined orgasm.

Word count: 2839.

Chaewon is a girl with not many moments for herself. Between her hectic schedules and her tough job as a leader of one of the most famous new kpop groups, pleasure is hard to come by. However, she always manages to get some deserved escapes from such a strenuous schedule. Tonight she wants it to be one of those nights where she leaves all the stress behind her and just gets to enjoy herself.

"I'm in need of a thrill I haven't experienced in a long time", she told herself. Searching her phone she finds your contact. You hadn't met Chaewon since the moment Iz*one became a page in kpop's history. Since then, she had switched agencies, debuted under a new group and rose to new levels of fame. She was busy and never called you, That is, until this day.

You got surprised when you got her message. "I want to come to your apartment, have some fun you know". You thought she would have just forgotten about an old fling she hadn't seen in years, but it wasn't the case. As you learned, Chaewon always remembers everything.

You had a tough day at work, tired and trying not to sleep, you waited for Chaewon. The night passed by: 7 PM, 8 PM, 9 PM, almost 10, and she hadn't showed up. Maybe she was just pulling a prank on you, but then she finally arrived, wearing a sultry black dress that caught you by surprise. You were still wearing your work attire as you were so tired you couldn't even take it off. "How are you doing?", she asked. "Better than ever", you lied to her. "That's nice to hear", she replied.

Chaewon quickly made up for the wasted time as she unbuttoned your shirt and sit on your lap. "Let's make it even better", she said, gripping her nails against your torso as she slid her hands down your body. It wasn't long until she unbuttoned your pants, revealing your massive member down there. Chaewon grabbed your cock with both hands and started smiling, eager to take on your full length. She took one lick from the bottom to the top and released a little cute moan, before taking it in her mouth. You quickly got aroused, despite looking extremely sleepy.

Chaewon took that cock down her throat, reminding you of how good her blowjob abilities were from the get go. You could only admire as she took it balls deep until gagging, then picked up the pace as she jerked you off. The way she slurped all over it quickly sent shivers down your spine, as she took it again deep in her throat. Chaewon got bragged about her skills, telling you "I should have made you wait even more for that, so easy". She was both being a cocky sucker and a cocksucker to you.

"Fuck my face", she told you, as you thrust upwards into her pussy-esque throat. Dok dok dok dok the sound of that pole hitting her deep in the hole. Chaewon took a deep breath and released your cock, screaming "HOLY FUCK YEAH!", sucking it even harder and not caring if you were to cum right there. However, just as she sensed you were getting close, she said "See you tomorrow" and abruptly left the room. You were confused, maybe she just wanted a little fun, what if she was lying to you? But you just had to resign yourself to sleep.

Just as you sensed your clothed penis being touched by a piece of fabric, you heard a familiar voice. "Wake up", it was Chaewon, sitting herself on your morning wood. It was definitely worth the wait as your cock looked much fuller than yesterday, and you had recovered your energies.

"I wanna see if that's good enough to destroy my ass", Chaewon told you. What a difference from that girl you met years ago that asked you to be gentle because your cock was the first she took up her ass. Now it's like breakfast for her, just a regular part of her sex diet. "You looked rusty last night, maybe you were just beginner level", she mocked you. "No I'm fine", you told her. "I'm not so sure you're strong enough to take on me again", she trashed talked you while grinding her clothed pussy against your hard dick, taking off her bra and moaning softly.

Chaewon turned back and asked again if you were strong enough. You replied positively to her. "Then show me", she shot back, grabbing your cock and restarting to suck it off just like the day before, this time giving you a panoramic view of her ass in lingerie. "Look at this big fucking cock, it's gonna look so good in my ass", she said, before deepthroating you.

"Fuck it deep into my throat", she ordered you as you pounded even harder and deeper inside it. Chaewon had a throat of steel it seemed, as she could take all those poundings while barely gagging. "MORE", she screamed as she coughed on your veiny prick. "Punch it in there, daddy". Gagging, sucking, spitting, jerking, Chaewon did them all with your cock. "You love it on my whore mouth don't you?", she kept provoking. "Look how I am such a nasty fucking slut with this dick daddy", she said, turning you on to fuck her face even harder.

"I want every inch of it in my asshole, hit it just you hit the back of my fucking whore mouth", Chaewon teased you. "God I want this fucking cock inside me so bad, shove it deep in my ass daddy", she kept saying, giving you tender kisses. You put her back facing the sky, taking her panties off and preparing her for the pounding. Chaewon got on all fours and tilted her ass to the sky and shoved it in your face, twerking it as you were eating her bunghole. "I know what you fucking want", she said.

As you tongued her anus first with deep movements then going rapidly up and down, Chaewon told you to keep going, "Shove that tongue in my asshole", she said. Chaewon now lost all her composure, looking like a mess in distress. "Oh yes daddy", she uttered alongside many loud moans as you kept showing your tongue and even sniffing your nose up her butthole. You spat in her shitter, a move that drew lots of approval from this little whore. "Spit in there, daddy, get it warmed up for that big cock". Many could only wish to taste her forbidden fruit, but you were the lucky one taking it fully.

And indeed, a few spits was all you needed. Her hole was very tight but once you managed to get your tip in, it engulfed your cock like a black hole engulfs light. "Bury that hard dick inside me", Chaewon ordered, and was quickly served. "Now we are talking, make that asshole yours daddy", Chaewon said alternating between moans and screams that only got louder. "Give it to me", she said.

As you stretched her shithole, Chaewon behaved more and more like a whore. "That dick is so big inside me, so good, so deep". The harder Chaewon told you to fuck her ass, the deeper you went, slapping her balls against her cunt and make her feel even more sensations quivering into her body. You spanked her asscheeks, your balls clapping against them as you went faster and harder inside her anus

"FUUUCK, YESSS, stuff me like that", Chaewon uttered. "Fuck me like a whore, slap those balls like boom boom boom", she said, asking for more just as you pulled out, she still on all fours. But not for long. "Please give me more", she asked. And sure you did, mounting on top of her like a bull, while she fingered herself to get even more stimulation. "I love how you shove those balls deep inside me", she told you, and then screamed the hardest moan yet.

"Stretch it wide open", she kept ordering, grabbing your cock with her hands and directing it inside her butthole. "God keep me fucking like this you're gonna make me cum", she told you. "Make me cum daddy, don't fucking stop", she said just as you hit her balls deep. Chaewon then stuffed two of her fingers in her pussy, fucking it herself and getting close to cum. "You are so deep in my ass, let me spread that asshole", Chaewon said, before releasing her juices into the bedsheets as you kept burying it inside her. "Daddy I can't get enough, my ass is so fucking full". Just a few seconds of you pulling it out already had her begging to shove it in. "Stuff me all the way up".

Boom boom boom got your balls slapping on her. "YES I'M CUMMING", she screamed, while twerking her ass against your hips to get that boom boom boom you were giving her even harder. The little mess, still recovering from her orgasm, pulled out and went straight up to taste her nasty butthole straight from your cock. You gave her no rest, fucking her skull just as she inserted her filthy mouth in your prick. "You taste so good out of my ass", she replied, followed by a succession of jerk offs and ordering you to shove it the back of her throat, her eyes rolling as her throat got smacked by your big sausage.

Chaewon spat on your cock, quickly asking "don't you love that sloppy tongue all over that cock daddy? Milking the shit out of it", she said as she started licking your balls like an insane slut. You told her to turn around and shoved it back in her asshole, well lubed by her excelled blowjob skills. Now she could only moan and scream as you kept stretching her. "That ass is all fucking yours daddy, keep stretching me like a bitch", she said.

You switched positions, taking her ass in a spooning position, where now you could see the reaction on her face every time you pumped her. As you started to finger her cunt, Chaewon quickly reacted "shove those fingers in my pussy daddy please, I love getting both my fuckholes stuffed. FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM". You kept going, now spitting on her pussy, to which Chaewon engulfed it like it was your cum filling her womb. That whore was insatiable, the more you attacked and destroyed her, the more she kept asking for it.

"Fuck me harder, fuck me like a little fucking slut, or just fuck me, I don't care", she kept telling you. "HARDER, HARDER", Chaewon was begging. She really wanted that boom boom boom sound of your balls clapping against her again, it was such a huge turn on. Once she got it, her already wet pussy started to cream even further. "BABY YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN". You groaned as you keep shoving it, her telling lies about loving you beyond that throbbing member you were using to stretch her.

You kept pounding Chaewon, while also slapping her wet pussy and put your fingers on her needy mouth. "Keep going keep going, fuck me harder", she kept telling you, demanding you nothing but your best. "Fuck me up daddy". She was taking your stamina like no whore had ever done. "Don't stop, I'm gonna fucking cum", and she finally did, as you boom boom boom'd her ass once again. "That cock looks so good, that big thick yummy cock", she said. Chaewon set things straight, only praising you after you made her cum.

Chaewon spread her cheeks, showing you her gaped poop chute after the pounding you gave her. "Yes I love how you gape my asshole", she told you. "Look how I only spread that asshole wide open only for you daddy. I just came, and you're gonna make me fucking cum again". Chaewon kept getting sluttier and sluttier, but she wasn't done yet. "Fuck me harder baby, shove it up my guts, destroy me. I love those balls pounding against me. Fuck me like your little bitch", she kept telling you.

Chaewon took a break to suck your cock again, giving her classic sloppy blowjob. The little cocksucker shoved it balls deep, as you also dunked her head deep into your meaty pole. You kept fucking, but her throat just didn't bulge. "I want you to ride that cock", you told, trying to save your face against an insatiable Chaewon. She quickly sat on it and saw you thrust upwards against her asshole. But she didn't cave in easily, taking herself control of the ride and putting you on the verge of cumming, making you search for the worst thoughts deep inside your head just so you wouldn't give in.

"I wanna fucking milk it", Chaewon stated her intentions loud and clear, it was now a battle to not cum inside her butthole. You had enough of it and decided to take control, giving Chaewon a full nelson. But that only made her fire burn harder. "Slap those balls against me, spread that ass like I'm the biggest whore". "Keep it wide open", you answer back. "Yes use me baby, fuck that tight little asshole", Chaewon was quick and punched back. You spanked her cheeks, fingered her pussy, but nothing seemed to throw her out of her rythm. "Make my legs shake, fuck my asshole", she said.

You kept doing the work and pounding her down low but the one enjoying the ride was Chaewon, draining your energy while hers seemed endless. "Wreck that little asshole, fuck it hard, I can't get enough", Chaewon quickly pulled out and sat on your sweaty face, grinding that pussy and anus against your skin. "Yes daddy", Chaewon said as you ate both her fuckhole, quickly moving to another session of sitting on your hard cock, she wouldn't rest until you unleashed that white milk, and you knew that.

"Pound it up against me, that's your fucking asshole", Chaewon's incentives were hard to resist. "YES I'M CUMMING", Chaewon screamed as she released a fountain of squirt from her pussy, quickly recovering for another wild ride, and then speading her legs getting herself out to swallow your big dick down her throat. "I want more", she said as you spread her cheeks and gave her another full nelson. "Use my little fucking shithole, open me wide. Baby I need you to fuck me harder". Chaewon got out of breath as you pump on her harder than ever. "GET IT LIKE BOOM BOOM BOOM, GET IT LIKE BOOM BOOM BOOM", she started to sing like you were just a stage for her to perform. And what a performance she was giving.

"Come here", you told her. You had finally waived the white flag, putting her in missionary until you manage to cum inside her fudge factory. Chaewon knew it, telling how weak you were and begging you to be a real man and give her the biggest shot of semen she had ever got. She moaned as you put your finger in her pussy and kept going in and out of, according to her own words, gaped asshole.

"Pump it, pump it", she told you like a motivator. "Look at my whore eyes while you fuck me. Yes daddy, bury it in there, I'm such a fucking whore, my asshole is so fucking filled, my little pink asshole. Use that fuckhole, it's all yours". Chaewon couldn't stop talking, claiming her victory over you. "Tear me up, tear that asshole, fuck me like your dirty little whore".

You spit again in her asshole, Chaewon giving once again approval "you're spitting cause you wanna cum inside there don't you?". You finger her pussy, eliciting more moans from her "Don't stop, make me fucking cum again", she mandated. "HARDER HARDER I'M GONNA CUM", she screamed right after, her pussy sending a flow of juices right to your hips, her holes clenching and making yourself get close too.

"I wanna feel that warm hot load buried in my asshole. I wanna feel that cock exploding inside me. Give me every drop of that milky load, make me your cumslut, please, please, please", Chaewon said, and just like thar as she uttered those words, an explosion of sperm was felt hitting the depths of her shithole, your fully swollen cock giving in. Chaewon scooped it out straight into her mouth, swallowing that jizz like the slut she was. And just like that, it was over, it didn't even looked like it lasted under 40 minutes as you felt like she gave you a four hour fuck.

And if girls wanna have fun, Chaewon surely did after that.

My first smut. Maybe it was too repetitve but the point is simple: queen Chaewon getting fucked in the ass with many references from Le Sserafim's extremely milked hit mostly known as Get it Like Boom Boom Boom.

#chaewon smut #le sserafim smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #female idol smut

[dragonpastels]

I've noticed a certain trend of either giving the boys dragons or turning them into dragons, and since I am legally required to participate I decided to combine the boys with another franchise I love dearly. Do y'all like How to Train Your Dragon? Transcript down below! and click for better quality!

Raph Class: Boulder Description: The beast that spared me the other day seems to be protecting a group of smaller beasts. Which unfortunately includes that troublemaker who has been stealing from me. It watches me carefully as the others go about, but as long as I do not get too close it does not seem to be aggressive. The smaller one likes to approach me which I have tried to gently chase away, but the large beast starts to growl if I do.

Top Left: they ate a rock like it was a snack! Top Middle: the others also like to climb on top while Raphael is sleeping. Middle right: The smaller creature likes to hide in the rocks that cover their back. Bottom Middle: Whoah! It spits lava too! The boulders explode after a time leaving a crater of magma behind. Will observe from a distance.

Mikey Class: Stoker Description: The small one likes to come up to me and if I don't pet them they spit sparks at me and become agitated. it is quite the energetic guy and can tuck itself in its shell and become a spinning tornado of sparks and flames. It seems to do this more frequently when they are excited, or angry, or bored, or any strong emotion it seems.

Top Right: Latest work Middle Right: a recreation of them standing in front of their work. They seemed very proud. Bottom Right: it is kind of cute how they sleep. Their snout does not fully go into their shell. Which is quite adorable. Sweet dreams little guy. Bottom Left: The edge of their wing is rock-like. Leo Class: Strike Description: This one has been keeping a distance for some time, but It finally approached me. This one is adorned with beautiful patterns which they seem to love showing off. They seem to enjoy bothering the others and why they put up with it I will probably never know. their favorite one to bother seems to be the thief. Rightfully deserved. I saw this creature create wells of blue energy in the sky which they will fly into and disappear! I need to get closer to observe. I will name this fancy fellow Leonardo.

Top Right: Filthy thief. Middle Right: This one spits electricity! They will purposely hold a charge near me to ruin my hair... I think they find it funny... Bottom Left: I need to know what this is! Donnie Class: Mystery Description: This filthy thief is the one who has been bothering me since I became stranded here. their favorite thing to do appears to be stealing anything that interests it. List of things that interest it -a shovel -an old latch -rope I was going to trap it with -and mom's music box It appears to have made itself some armor from twisted metal and shields. that it carries on its back. Even though it freely approaches me I can not do the same or else it will flee, and when it does it hides behind Raphael. It knows Raphael will protect them. I can't think of any other name more fitting than Donatello.

Top Left: It has a hard underside but is soft on the rest of its body It didn't realize I was under it it let out a spooked squeak Middle Right: It has these strange spots along its nose. Bottom Right: I had to hide in a tree to get this view Bottom Left: Their eyes go white when they work it must be protecting its eyes. it uses its fire breath to attach the metal together.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #how to train your dragon #httyd #I uh might have done this instead of the next cc update #oops #forgive me I was having too much fun

[star-suh]

A New "Friendship" has Born

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: idol au, top mingyu, reader is in an idol group, size difference kink, manhandling, full nelson, fingering, strength kink, semi-public sex, cum swallowing, gaping hole, rimjob.

an: i'm struggling with titles 😭

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during the whole award show some kind of a strong sexual tension could be felt between yn and mingyu, stares between them. the groups they belong to, sitting just a few seats apart. when mingyu performed yn was stupefied seeing his huge, muscular arms and how his chest bounced every time he jumped ‘he's so tall and big.. fuck’ thought yn biting his lips to prevent a moan to come out of them.

then it was time for yn's group to perform and it didn't go unnoticed by mingyu, every time yn looked directly at the camera, mingyu got excited, seeing the sweat drops falling down his face and his little frame… so perfect to snake his arms around him and fuck him dumb, thought mingyu.

“hey.. you're performance was awesome” mingyu complimented the smaller one, “oh thank you thank you” a flustered yn responded “yours was perfect too, mingyu extended his hand “nice to meet you mingyu”, yn also extended his hand to shake mingyu's, the latter realizing that his was much bigger than yn's further increasing his desire to take him right there and wreck his ass in front of everyone, “nice to meet you too i'm yn”, making eye contact after saying that.

all of a sudden they were in the bathroom, with mingyu's fat cock drilling into yn's ass, his eyes rolling feeling the stretch caused by it while mingyu covered his mouth with his hand so no one can hear him moan “so fucking tight” murmured mingyu, “shit i can't with this.. you're so big” cried yn, tears falling down his cheeks. “already begging me to stop but i'm not even halfway in, c'mon you can handle it all” with a last thrust all his cock was now buried inside the other, balls deep “you looked so hot on stage and so sexy that my cock got hard for it… now take responsibility” mingyu groaned starting to thrust like a beast not stopping until that hole is gaping and full of his seed.

mingyu stopped his thrust when the door opened, someone had entered the bathroom so they couldn't make noise, however, yn felt the other's cock growing even more inside him. a tiny muffled moan escaped the bottom's mouth but it seems than the other person didn't hear it and left the bathroom right away. “you were gripping my dick so hard i almost came. something tells me you like the idea of being caught, right?”. yn shook his head in a no motion, but mingyu grabbed him by the legs and left the bathroom, carrying him still with his cock inside the other's ass. "what the hell are you doing, they're going to see us here?" a worried yn cried and tried to free himself from the other's grip. "that's the idea” laughed the tallest.

the next half hour mingyu fucked yn in a full nelson alterning between his cock and his fingers to insert in the already gaped hole “it's too much” moaned the small one.

“pretty little sluts like you can take this and more so stop being annoying”, growls and degrading words escape mingyu's mouth due to the pleasure that yn's hole gave him. mingyu then puts down yn on the counter and fold him to appreciate the messy masterpiece he made, yn's gaping hole clenching on nothing “look is asking for more cock” mingyu mocks spitting on it “but i'm gonna give it more than that”. yn found himself moaning feeling the intruding tongue exploring his insides and covering them with saliva. “oh my god… this is so fucking good” screamed yn, at this point he doesn't care if anyone caught them he just wants mingyu to ruin him even more.

in the next minutes mingyu's tongue and cock were abusing yn's hole, eating him out during some seconds and then resuming the fucking “the mix of your juices and my cock's taste so delicious ynnie, i can't stop sucking this perfect ass” he says slapping it right after.

“fuck i'm gonna cum where do you want it?” mentions mingyu, his thrusts getting sloppier. “inside please put it sll inside meee” begged yn “i promise i'm not gonna waste any drop” his words going straight to mingyu's meat. “woah are you that desperate for my cum?” he laughs “then take it cumwhore” with one last powerful thrust he filled yn up with his load.

yn felt so full with the big piece of meat inside him throbbing while spurting the thick cum, “yeah there you go” growled mingyu letting himself fall on top if yn trying to regain forces “that was hot.. you're so hot” the taller sighed then laughing along with yn who replied “you're hotter”...

since that day a very strong friendship was born between both idols.

#kim mingyu x male reader #mingyu x male reader #mingyu x male reader smut #kim mingyu x male reader smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut

[oikasugayama]

Could I ask for chuuya and dazai (separately) x fem reader where the reader wears a low skirt at work and bends down to get something and how the guys would react? Nsfw ofc

I only did Dazai because I got really carried away, oops. Have 2.3k of unedited, filthy dazai + coworker!reader smut. MDNI!!

You’ve wanted Dazai for quite a while. He’s so hot, and he’s silly, and sometimes he can be really nice and suave. The fact that his eyes linger on you heavily every time you wear a short skirt or a low-cut blouse only make you want him more because it sure seems like he might be interested in you too. You don’t talk to him a lot unfortunately given that he’s not in the office every day, and you’re Kunikida’s secretary, but sometimes he does linger by your desk and chat with you (until Kunikida runs him off), or when the whole office goes out for lunch he’ll sit at your table with you, Naomi, and Junichiro. Once when you were sitting across from each other you even swore that he had to have known that his leg was against yours, forcing your legs slightly wider apart as he slid his further and further toward the outside of the booth. Any time you looked at him while he did this, he would just quirk the corner of his lip up in a smile and turn back to the conversation. There was sexual tension between the two of you, there had to be.

One day you’d had enough of being the shocked one, you wanted to be bold to see if you could get him to break and finally invite you back to his place after work. You put on a button-up blouse that “accidentally” lost its top two buttons, your shortest skirt, a red silk thong that was definitely part of a lingerie set, and you made sure to put on some extra perfume so he’d smell it any time you got near him. Now you just needed the opportunity to get his attention. 

He was late to the office, as always. He casually walked in, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as usual 45 minutes after he was supposed to be there. You say nothing to him, as usual, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Kunikida already gave you an uncomfortable glance-over this morning and offered to sew your buttons back on if you still had them--you couldn’t risk him looking at you and seeing the sultry look in your eye when you greeted Dazai.

He saw you, though. Dazai. His eyes locked onto yours as he took his jacket off and slung it over the back of his chair. He very obviously trailed his eyes down to your chest, and you sat up straighter and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching him watch you. You weren’t backing down, and he noticed.

Maybe that’s why he declined the offer to go to lunch with the group later that afternoon. You also declined, telling a little while lie to Kunikida that you had plans with friends at a different restaurant, so you’d be leaving in a few minutes to go your own way. Kunikida is sharp, but Dazai is sneaky, and you’d never mentioned to your boss how Dazai’s eyes defile you every time you show a bit of skin. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have ever left you two alone in the office. 

A couple of minutes after everyone was gone, you got up and crossed the room to Dazai’s desk pod under the guise of putting something on Atsushi’s nearby desk. As you approached, Dazai “accidentally” swiped a pencil off the edge of his desk right into your path.

“Oops,” he said lowly. You glance at him over your shoulder and give him a half smile.

“I got it.�� Normally you’d squat or crouch down to prevent anyone from seeing your butt, but that’s not the goal today. You have an objective.

You slowly bend over at the waist, reaching for the pencil with your fingertips. You can tell the exact second your panties become visible, because Dazai hisses and leans back in his chair.

“Fuck,” he sighs. Before you’ve even stood back up, his hand is on your ass, pushing the curve of it up from the bottom to make it jiggle.

“Dazai-san,” you say sweetly as you fully stand and turn toward him. You hold the pencil out toward him and he grabs it quickly, throwing it onto the desk. His hands are on your hips then, pulling your skirt up so he can feel your soft, supple skin.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, stilling his hands but holding you in place.

“You first,” you say, reaching out to trace your fingertips along his jaw. There’s a look in his eye you’ve never seen before. A type of hunger you’ve only dreamed about him having for you.

“I’ll fuck you on this desk right now,” he swears in that low, calm voice. It makes you wet just to hear him say such a lewd thing to you.

“You can cum inside,” you coo, and that’s what does it. He stands so suddenly that his chair is knocked backwards with a loud crashing noise. His lips are on yours, kissing you hard and fast and desperate. His hands grope your ass, squeezing and massaging and using the leverage to force you against his body, to feel his hard-on though his pants.

You waste no time fumbling with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. You unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and shove your hand inside, feeling his cock straining against his underwear. He moans against your mouth, and you let out an involuntary whine. You’ve wanted to hear that sound for so long.

“I’m surprised Kunikida left you alone with me,” Dazai mumbles, pushing you back just a little until you hit his desk and sit on it. He spreads your thighs so he can stand between them, then he starts teasing his long, deft fingers over your clothed heat. “He’s always on my ass telling me not to be inappropriate with you.”

“Oh?” you ask shakily, still trying to feel him up though he’s got you distracted now with his feather-light touches.

“Mmm,” he hums, taking his hands away from you. He pushes his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, and you can’t help but to stare at it. You hoped it would be big, maybe even taken a few long glances at his crotch while he slept unknowingly on the breakroom couch. But it’s even bigger than you expected, and your pussy flutters with anticipation. “I think Kunikida wants to make a proper lady out of you.”

“Proper ladies don’t fuck their coworkers in the office,” you say, pulling your panties to the side. Dazai watches you and licks his lips, giving his cock a few strokes. He reaches forward, slides two of his fingers up your slit and groans.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you admit, leaning back onto your hands. You both moan to some degree when his fingers slide into you.

“The feeling is mutual,” he mumbles back. He gives a few pumps, a few twists, before pulling back out and smearing your slick wetness all over the head of his cock. Then, with urgency, he lines his tip up with your pussy and teases for just a few seconds, collecting more of your natural lube so he can slide in smoothly. 

“Dazai,” you whine, squirming, trying to get closer. He says nothing as he pushes forward slowly, pulling out just a bit, then continuing in until he’s almost completely buried in you.

“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head down. He can’t stop looking at your pussy taking his cock in. “You’re so fucking hot. God, this pussy is so tight.” You whine and moan, leaning back more until you bump into his computer.

“Get this shit out of the way,” he mumbles, annoyed, as he reaches behind you and shoves stacks of papers and his computer monitor to the side with reckless abandon until you have room to lay on his desk and pull your knees up and to the side. You’re at the perfect level now for him to start drilling you, and oh does he.

The once quiet office is filled with wet squelches and skin slapping skin as he fucks you, holding you by the hips so you can’t slide away from him. He fucks you hard and quick and dirty. He fucks you all the way to the hilt, stuffing you full and letting his balls smack against your ass. You’re so wet that it covers his cock all the way to the base and starts to make a sticky ring against his body. 

“Oh, Dazai,” you moan. “Shit-- Fuck-- oh, you’re so fucking big.” 

“Good fucking pussy,” he huffs out. He reaches up with one hand and starts palming your tit, massaging and squeezing. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna like that, huh? Gonna sit at your desk all day doing work for Kunikida with my cum in your pussy.”

“Yeah,” you whine loudly. You manage to pull another two buttons free and Dazai takes advantage, reaching inside to knead your boob and pinch your nipple, making you moan even more. “Fuck me so good, Dazai. Make me cum, please.”

“Oh, I’ll make you cum, baby, but I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulls out of you then and you whine at the loss of his thick cock buried deep in you. He leans down, pushing your shirt and bra to the side to suck on your tits. He swirls his tongue around, suckling and nipping with his teeth while his other hand tweaks your nipple and massages. After a minute he switches, giving equal attention to the other breast. You take the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling on his hair.

“They’ll be back in fifteen,” you warn him. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Mmm, but there’s so much fun to be had,” he sighs, resting his face in the valley between your breasts. “Do you live in the ADA dorms?”

“No, I have a roommate across town.”

“Tell them you’re staying with a friend tonight.”

He stands up and takes your hands, pulling you up too. You’re afraid he’s gonna stop here, but instead he turns you around, kisses down your neck, and then firmly pushes your shoulders down so you’re bent over his desk. Without another word he lines up with your hole again and enters you quickly. He sets a brutal pace, utilizing long, hard thrusts to make you feel the full extent of his cock. It’s so long and such a nice girth that it fills you completely, stretching your walls so nicely and thrumming against your cervix with every thrust. Once again the office is full of the sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching every time he enters you, and a steady stream of moans and curses from both of you.

“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says after a few minutes reaching around your hip to feel you up. He finds your clit in only a few seconds and rubs it frantically while still fucking you hard, trying to suddenly overwhelm your nerves to make you cum hard, and fuck does it work.

“Dazai,” you call his name loudly as a warning, whimpering and whining while pushing back against him. “I’m gonna cum, Dazai, fuck, I can’t stop--”

“--Cum,” he commands. “Cum all over this fat cock, princess.”

Your orgasm wracks your body, making your knees shake and your thighs tremble. You cum, slightly squirting, making even more juices squish out of your pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your walls as you cum squeezes Dazai’s cock so good, making him cum too, spurting ropes of his seed deep into you. He stays buried to the hilt, grinding against you, for several seconds after you’ve both worked through your orgasms. When he finally pulls back, he holds you down by your hips so he can watch cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor. He swipes some of it onto his fingers and reaches around, holding it in front of your lips.

“Open,” he says, and you do, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers in, sucking the cum and other fluids off his fingers. “Good girl,” he says, rubbing his other hand on your ass. After he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he readjusts your panties so they cover your abused cunt.

“You’re gonna leak through your panties,” he says, finally allowing you to stand back up. “Gonna leave a damp spot on your chair by the end of the day so you have a reminder of me.”

“Good,” you say, buttoning your blouse again. “And I’d love to come over tonight, by the way. I’ll tell my roommate not to expect me until late.”

Dazai smiles and finishes tucking himself back into his pants. He also kneels down and uses a tissue to wipe the cum off the floor.

“Only a few minutes left,” he says when he stands back up. “Clean yourself up and get ready.”

“What about your desk? We really messed it up.”

“Don’t worry about it, just go sit at your desk like a good girl.” He presses a firm kiss to your lips then pats your ass so you’ll get moving. He sighs wistfully, climbs on top of his desk, and lays over it, draping himself all the way across Atsushi’s desk as well. Now the mess looks like another dramatic Dazai performance that no one even questions when they come back from lunch.

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[tommykinrd]

hi! i was wondering if you could share the overlay and/or explain how you made the first gif in the last set you posted? thank you very much in advance <3

Hi anon! I'd be happy to share how I created the ripped paper effect in this gifset !

You’ll need a basic knowledge of gifmaking and photoshop, and I’ll put the rest of this under the cut.

1) Creating your gifs

So to start off you're going to create your gifs in separate canvases. I work in timeline mode and I add my sharpening and colouring, and I put both gifs in groups (explained here).

Here are my gifs on separate canvases. For reference, I've called the one on the left "grocery store" and the one on the right "parents".

You'll then want to copy and paste your gif groups onto the same canvas. This is what my canvas and layers panel looks like once that's done. From here, you're ready to start the ripped paper effect.

2) Ripped paper overlay

For this step, you want to obtain your ripped paper overlay. You can find various ripped paper textures/overlays using google, but I used these overlays by @peytonsawyers !

You open up the overlay you want to use, and either copy and paste or just drag it onto your gif canvas. You can then resize and rotate the texture and orient it where you want.

I then drag the ripped paper layer so that it's placed between my two gif groups. I also hid the top group just so that I can see the overlay, but this is only temporary. Your canvas and layers panel should now look like this:

2.5) Filling in the overlay

So as you can see we have an issue because the ripped paper doesn't cover the entire area where we want our top gif to show. To fix this, I just use a white brush at 100% hardness and paint in the area that needs to be covered, making sure the ripped paper layer is selected (this doesn't have to be perfect, just make sure that the entire area is filled.

Now this is what it should look like:

3) Masking the top gif

Use the command (or ctrl) key and click on the thumbnail in the layers panel for your ripped paper layer (the square highlighted in white in that last screenshot). You should get a marching ants selection around the ripped paper like so:

Now reveal your top gif group (by clicking on the eye icon), and make sure you have the group selected in the layers panel. You should still see the selection around where your ripped paper is, like so:

Now go to the bottom of your layers panel and click on the little mask icon:

And now you should get a mask on your top group in the shape of the ripped paper, and you should be able to see both gifs simultaneously on the canvas:

If the black and white areas on your layer mask are flipped after you click on the mask icon, just click on the layer mask and use the command + i (ctrl + i) keys to switch it back so that you can see both your gifs.

4) Final touches

Now if you're happy with the result so far, you can absolutely stop here. However, I wanted to show the uneven rip (like how when you rip a piece of paper you can see some white bits on the edges).

To do this, select your move tool (shortcut: click the v key on your keyboard) and making sure your ripped paper layer (NOT the mask) is selected, use your arrow keys to move it slightly until it shows between the two gifs.

It currently looks a little too clean for my liking, so I like to move it slightly up/down as well so that it looks more uneven and natural. If your overlay is too small, just use the transform function (command + t or ctrl + t) to resize it so that it fills the canvas. This is what mine looks like after I mess around with it:

And you're done! If you want to adjust any colouring, just go into the gif group and you can edit the layers from there.

Hope this helps anon! Let me know if you have any questions!

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[st4rg1rl-16]

━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ to celebrate Arabella’s first podium, our favourite group of drivers go out to dinner which makes some rumours to born

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 31st march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ alcohol consumption so carlando being dumb drunks and charles and arabella being a little horny

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ the rumors began so a little drama but this is nothing, things will get crazy soon tho.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90

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HER hair bathed in champagne began to wet her red jumpsuit, she made a disgusted face. She felt uncomfortable being soaked in the liquid gold but it was worth it. Her first podium in Formula One!

She sighed contently as she walked towards her room with Elvira and James, her pr agent’s assistant, behind her. A bottle of champagne was in her left hand and her phone was pressed against her ear in her right one. A smile covered her lips as she spoke to her parents “¡Enhorabuena, cariño! Lo has hecho muy bien.” Congratulations, darling! You have done it very well.

“Gracias”Her eyes became bright for a moment, she swallowed, preventing more tears from falling. She missed them “I have to go, I have to go change. I still have a few things to do and then we're going to go have dinner and celebrate” Thanks.

“Don't drink too much, eh” Her father's voice sounded amused and mocking, she rolled her eyes but still had a smile on her face.

“Mhmm” She opened her eyes exaggeratedly as she brought the bottle of champagne to her lips.

“The next one is in China, right?” She swallowed the alcohol and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked at her publicist curious about when a cameraman began to walk next to her recording her, Elvira denied, quickening her pace to get closer to her.

“Netflix” The black haired woman whispered in her ear, making her nod and raise her thumb, still clutching the neck of the champagne bottle.

“Eh, yes, mom” She arrived at the motorhome and after smiling at the entire team, who applauded as soon as they saw her, she headed to her driver’s room “I'll be there on May 1st. You're going to see the race, right?”.

"Of course!" She heard her father's exclamation behind her mother's voice.

“Your brother will also be here, maybe we can celebrate his birthday together” She stopped listening to her mother when she opened the door to her room and met her teammate, who soon hit his lips to hers. Her phone fell to the floor from shock.

She tangled her hands in the boy's hair, letting herself go until she realized the situation. She widened her eyes again before she pushed him lightly and quickly closed the door. She bent down to pick up the phone “Hey, yeah, okay, I have to go, mamá. Te quiero, adiós” I love you, bye.

And with that she hung up on her call before locking the door and addressing the boy who was looking at her with an innocent smile on his face.

"What are you doing?!" She looked at him as if two more heads had grown out of him and he laughed approaching her again, this time cornering her against the door. She denied "Charles, someone may come look for me sometime."

He brushed the wet locks from her face and looked at her adoringly, giving her a small smile “I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you.”

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

"I'm sorry," She murmured against the red, champagne-soaked material of his chest. She hid her face even more in his chest when she felt him sigh and caress her hair "I'm sorry for not having talked things over with you before, but it's very difficult for me to talk about my feelings sometimes and when I get angry, I don't think. I’m so sorry”

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

She nodded still with her face hidden in his chest and her arms around her body. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, they could hear each other's breathing, also a distant murmur behind the door.

“Not to interrupt, but aren't you going to give third place a kiss?” The comfortable silence was interrupted by the boy earning a laugh from the girl, Charles smiled watching her laugh in her arms.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

“A podium is something important” He continued with his work of tickling her until his victim began to give in, asking him to stop. One of his hands rested on the wooden door at the height of her head while the other clung to her hip as if she would disappear at any moment.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

The named man smiled widely before raising the hand that was hugging her hip to herjaw and drawing her face to his. In a second his lips had taken over hers and they were both fighting for first place as if they were in a race. He pressed himself closer to her, pressing her even more against her door which drew a moan from her throat, he smiled into the kiss.

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

"I'm sorry," She murmured against the red, champagne-soaked material of his chest. She hid her face even more in his chest when she felt him sigh and caress her hair "I'm sorry for not having talked things over with you before, but it's very difficult for me to talk about my feelings sometimes and when I get angry, I don't think. I’m so sorry”

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

She nodded still with her face hidden in his chest and her arms around her body. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, they could hear each other's breathing, also a distant murmur behind the door.

“Not to interrupt, but aren't you going to give third place a kiss?” The comfortable silence was interrupted by the boy earning a laugh from the girl, Charles smiled watching her laugh in her arms.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

“A podium is something important” He continued with his work of tickling her until his victim began to give in, asking him to stop. One of his hands rested on the wooden door at the height of her head while the other clung to her hip as if she would disappear at any moment.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

The named man smiled widely before raising the hand that was hugging her hip to herjaw and drawing her face to his. In a second his lips had taken over hers and they were both fighting for first place as if they were in a race. He pressed himself closer to her, pressing her even more against her door which drew a moan from her throat, he smiled into the kiss.

He smiled into the kiss causing her to tangle her hands in the hairs growing on his neck and tug on them in response. This time he moaned.

He released her jaw and moved to her thighs where he grabbed onto her to force her to jump and entwine her legs around his hips. He walked to the red sofa and sat with her on top of it. His hands were back again on her hips to hold her and also to assure himself that what was happening was not a dream.

And it wasn't, although an alarm brought them back to reality.

Arabella broke the kiss as soon as she heard the noise, earning a moan of protest from her lover. She looked over her shoulder at the phone she had left on the table on the wall where the door was. She glanced at the watch she wore on her wrist and swore as she stood up from her very comfortable seat.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit” She went to the phone almost running and closed her eyes tightly when she saw the name of her manager on the screen. Picking the call up as she walked across the room, clearing her throat before accepting the call and placing the technological device between her ear and her shoulder “Si?” Yes?.

“¿Por qué tardas tanto? Tienes entrevistas, Bells” The blonde's worried voice quickly entered his ear. She opened the first drawer of the chest of drawers that held the television and began looking for new underwear. Why are you taking so long? You have interviews.

“Si, eh, he tenido que echarme una mini siesta, ya sabes como me pongo cuando bebo champagne” She chuckled, trying to sell the lie. Hands entered her field of vision, she frowned as she saw Charles's hand snooping through her underwear. She slapped him and heard him complain so she wanted to laugh but she was too busy trying to save her own ass. Yeah, uh, I had to take a mini nap, you know how I get when I drink champagne

"Te dije que no bebieras tanto champagne, eso es una mierda” I told you not to drink so much champagne, that's bullshit. She rolled her eyes, closing the drawer, and headed to the bathroom with Charles behind her. She took some towels and placed them near the shower door. "En fin, ya nos emborracharemos como se debe luego. Tienes que estar aquí en menos de diez minutos, B” Well, we'll get properly drunk later. You have to be here in less than ten minutes, B.”

“Okay, adiós, te quiero” Bye, I love you.

“¡Diez mini…!” She cut off the call before taking her hands to the zipper of her jumpsuit to pull it down but she remembered one thing, freezing her movements. She raised an eyebrow, slowly raising her head, meeting a smiling and expectant Charles. Ten minutes...!

“What?”.

“Nothing”.

“You want to get in the shower with me, right?” His green eyes, lighter than hers, lit up and he quickly brought his hands to the neck of his fireproof shirt. The girl’s eyes widened and she raised both hands. “Hey, hey! No, don't even think about it”.

He immediately stopped and, as his hands slowly released themselves from the long neck of his shirt, his brow furrowed. He looked at her worried "I haven't made you uncomfortable, have I? God, forgive me, chérie. I'm still a little drunk”.

She smiled, thinking it was cute that how he cared about her emotional comfort. She took off her shirt revealing her red sports bra and threw it at his face“Another day, Leclerc.”

Removing the shirt from his face he looked at her with his mouth slightly open, a blush quickly making its way to his cheeks as his eyes collided with her full chest. He quickly looked up into her eyes, fighting to keep his gaze there. Arabella wanted to laugh but she held back the laugh that threatened to come out of her throat.

“W-well, I'm leaving” Even with the champagne-soaked shirt in his hands and without stopping looking into her eyes, he was really having a hard time resisting “They'll be looking for me so...”.

"Mmh, see you later" She raised her hand and waved it from side to side in a dismissal before he turned around and crash into the door. The laugh didn't take long to come out of her, although it was camouflaged when she put both hands to her mouth "Oh, God! Are you OK?”.

"Eh, yes, yes" He sighed, massaging her forehead, his face was definitely just as red as the overalls they were both wearing. So fucking awkward, Charles he scolded himself. He put his hand on the knob and opened the door to get out of there as quickly as he could, but not before murmuring a goodbye.

Once alone, Arabella laughed.

“¡ENANA, que has quedado segunda!" She laughed when Carlos's arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her slightly off the ground while he made them spin around. She patted his arm as she laughed. Short one/dwarf, you finished second

"Para, para que sino vomito" She said between laughs and the black-haired man stopped, hugged her tightly before leaving her on the ground. Stop, stop, otherwise I'll throw up.

“Se te ven las bragas, niña”He whispered to he even though he said it spanish. She looked at him in panic before rushing to grab the end of her black dress and pull it down. Sainz stood in front of her trying to block the view of her doing it. Your panties are showing, kid.

“¿Y por culpa de quien, eh?” She glared at him to which he snorted, turning away from her once her wardrobe was properly placed. And who’s fault is that, eh?.

“Speaking in a language that the rest of us don't understand is a very rude thing to do” The only australian complained, approaching them to greet her and she smiled accepting the kiss on her cheek.

Carlos crossed his arms. "You're jealous because we all speak your language, there's nothing special about you."

Ricciardo stuck out his tongue at the other spaniard while Lando let out a moan, letting his head fall against the armrest of the couch where he and George were sitting "Can we go now? I'm hungry”.

Most of the young drivers were waiting at the hotel reception, where they had arranged to go to a famous restaurant in the area to have dinner together in celebration of the fact that both members of the Ferrari team had reached the podium –in reality, that was an excuse so they can spend time together outside of work.

“Max and Charles aren’t here yet” Pierre spoke without raising his gaze from his phone where he was liking photos on instagram “Max was almost ready, I don't know what’s taking him so long”

“Did Charles have much left to do?” All eyes fell on her at Lando's question.

“I don't know, I haven't seen him since we returned to the hotel” She shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

“Bells” Gasly caught her attention, making her gaze turn to him. He looked at her with both eyebrows raised and a mischievous smile. “Are you going to come party with me after dinner?”.

She opened her mouth but quickly closed it when a ting sounded indicating that the elevator doors had opened. Lando raised both hands toward the sky as he murmured a "Thank you" so she knew the last two pilots had arrived. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous, it was the first time they were going out in public since whatever was going on between them had started and she was afraid that if they drank too much they might not be able to hide it.

“It was time” Norris got up from the couch when they approached the group “What were you doing up there? We've been waiting for years”.

His teammate laughed next to him. “You’re exaggerating.”

She felt a hand on her arm and smiled when she saw the Dutchman's blue eyes, who looked at her mockingly "Congratulations on taking my position."

“Hey, I just did my job” She raised both hands in a sign of innocence and he laughed in agreement.

Gasly clapped, drawing everyone's attention “Okay, let's go, the faster we go, the faster we can go to the club."

“No one wants to party, Pierre” The long-legged brit complained when the frenchman slapped him on the shoulder.

“You will see, man!” And with that he began to walk towards the exit of the hotel, forcing him to go with him while they both discussed whether or not to party after dinner.

Instinctively they stood in pairs as they left the hotel, laughing. Of course, she stayed with Charles behind everyone.

“You look beautiful” She heard his voice next to her, she raised her head to look at him because although she was wearing heels he was still taller than her. He had gotten closer to her, so close that their shoulders were touching with every step they took.

“Thank you. You look handsome too, Leclerc” She looked him up and down, observing her clothing. He was wearing a black sweater with two leather straps that wrapped around each arm, some black skinny jeans, and some vans that matched the jacket he had hanging on his arm. His neck was decorated with necklaces and on his hands were the rings that he always wore along with the bracelets. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary but he still looked gorgeous, the black made his green eyes stand out even more if that was possible.

Without warning he put his free arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her temple, surprising her. She looked at him confused, receiving a smile from her in response.

"Relax" He murmured in her ear and she felt her knees tremble, he was playing with fire.

"You all have the address right?" George asked when everyone was in front of the cars. He surveyed them all with his big blue eyes and smiled when they all nodded “Okay, let's go then.”

“Why is he like a father in an airport?” The curly-haired one laughed at his own question being pushed by Russel “Oi!”

They both started fighting like small children to which some began to watch the fight with interest while others rolled their eyes with regret.

“Come oooon”The youngest of the McLaren drivers dragged the 'o' complaining “I'm so hungry”.

"Let’s go then" His teammate gave him a little push and they both got into the black McLaren.

Arabella got rid of Charles's grip and approached the red Ferrari that stood out among the other cars. She opened the passenger door "You're driving."

"Yes, ma'am" He gave her a military salute, approaching her to help her get into the car, but before he could do so, she had already closed the door. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips when he saw her batting her eyelashes behind the window. He began to walk around the car while sighing "Forza Charles, forza."

He was trying so hard to not kiss her in front of their friends, he was really trying but he didn't know how much he was going to be able to last. He felt sorry for himself. Once inside the car he looked at her while the car started. Was it really that being sitting next to him who looked like an excited little girl when the car roared was who made him lose sleep, the desire to eat and, sometimes, the breathing?.

She looked at him with a smile from ear to ear, her eyes shining making her look like the happiest little girl in the world as she heard the engine roar "It's incredible, right?"

Yes, she was and she was worth it.

"AND he said so calmly nothing, just an inchident on the race!" Max's scratchy voice sounded strangely high-pitched thanks to the alcohol he had ingested. The whole table began to laugh at the iconic story of fourteen-year-olds Verstappen and Leclerc.

"It wasn't my problem that you got so angry!" The other involved exclaimed in response, his right hand occupied with a glass of wine while the left was clinging to his teammate's thigh.

"The best of all? The interviewer's strong breathing when he runs for Charles” Lando began to imitate the man's breath by closing his fist by creating a microphone and bringing him closer to Carlos' face “Charles, what happened with, eh, Max?.”

Everyone laughed again and Arabella thanked that the restaurant was almost empty because she didn't want to be scolded. She plunged her spoon into the chocolate brownie and brought it into her mouth, being aware of the look of the Monegasque next to her.

She looked at him squinting her eyes and he left his glass of wine to take a napkin and wipe her face with it.

"You've stained yourself with the syrup" He murmured, releasing her thigh to grab her jaw and be able to get closer to her.

In front of them, Carlos stretched his lips suspiciously. He watched as he grabbed her and how she let herself be guided by him, he saw how he didn’t look away from her lips and how she took the opportunity to analyze his face.

Friends don't look at each other like that.

He opened his eyes wide before moving from one side to the other without knowing what to do, without thinking too much more he elbowed the curly-haired briton who complained.

"Hey, you hurted...”

"Look" He quickly silenced him, pointing out with all the dissimulaty he could towards the couple, thank goodness the others were the same or more drunk than them and they didn't realize it.

Lando opened his mouth and a sharp squeal began to come out of his throat causing Carlos to have to cover his mouth with his hands.

"Shhh" His jaw almost dislocated with the force that silenced him "No one can find out that Charles is the boy Bella likes”

The young man nodded and little by little the spaniard let him go. He pulled the sleeve of the black-haired man's shirt “Carlos, Carlos”.

"What?"

"I think Charles also likes Arabella." He approached him so that they could talk between whispers, both without stopping looking at their friends who had already separated but now spoke to each other in murmurs.

Sainz's thick eyebrows approached each other when he frowned “Yes, you're right. Do you think they already fucked?”.

Lando didn't take long to respond “It looks like it”.

"Well, so who's coming to party?" Pierre applauded again, drawing the attention of others. The drivers of the team of the color of the papaya jumped in their place, scared by the sound “They have told me about a great nightclub that is only two blocks from here”

"You’re so annoying" George ran a hand through his hair as he absorbed the cocktail he had ordered.

"Hey, I just want us to do things together!" He pointed out, offended by his words, he made a pout. "Is it so terrible to go partying and have a good time all together?".

Arabella gave him a sad smile “Sorry, P. I'm very tired and drunk, I think I'll go back to the hotel”

"I'll take her, I'm not so drunk so I can watch that she doesn't do anything crazy." Charles ran his arm through the back of the girl's chair as he took the last sip of his wine.

Lando and Carlos shared glances. The eldest raised both hands, joining the index finger and thumb creating a circle before penetrating it several times with the index finger of the other hand. Immediately Norris' scandalous laughter, which his teammate’s soon joined, began to be heard all over the table.

Pierre sighed sadly “I guess they won't go either”.

The australian placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile as he winked at him “Don't worry. I'll go with you, mate.”

"We will also go" Verstappen pointed to himself and to George who nodded with regret.

"Something is something." The light and illusion returned to Gasly's face.

Soon the group left the restaurant and, after saying goodbye, they separated. Half walked to the nightclub and the other half began to go to the cars to return to the hotel.

Charles placed his left hand on his waist and with the other he held his forehead, he looked at his teammate pointing to the other two drunks with his eyes “We will have to ask for a car to take them.”

"A taxi?" She leaned on the Ferrari because her feet didn't give more of themselves, the heels were killing her. She took her phone out of her bag to look for the taxi company's number.

"I'll ask at the restaurant if they can call one, stay with them" She nodded, watching him move away from them. She looked at the fools she called friends, both were leaning on each other standing, laughing at things that murmured to each other.

She smiled funny when Lando laughed/screamed. Really, she loved his laughter, it was so peculiar.

She searched on her bag for the package of chewing gum that she always made sure to carry in her bag when she went out to party. She agitated it, attracting the attention of both boys "Do you want one?".

"Yes, yes, yes" They hurried to approach her with their hands outstretched. She laughed, it seemed that she was offering them their last meal when in fact they were two mint chewing gum.

"So yummy" Carlos moaned when he chewed it and Lando nodded, agreeing with him.

She did nothing but shake her head before putting one in her mouth. She shried and cursed for not having taken a jacket or at least having put on a dress that covers her more. A couple of minutes later, Charles was already walking towards them.

"There was one nearby" He informed her once that he was in front of her. "It will take about five minutes at most.

"That's great," she smiled tired and hugged herself, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy.

"Are you cold?" She thought about refusing but who she was going to deceive, she nodded and he quickly tantled his fingers on the edge of his sweater so he could take it off. She opened her mouth to be able to stop him when she saw that he had a short-sleeved T-shirt underneath but he denied seeing her intentions “I'm feeling hot because of the wine, and now we're going to get into the car”.

"What about your jacket?" She accepted the sweater and then he spread it out to put it on, immediately feeling much better. She sighed delighted when she smelled his cologne.

"I left it to Pierre, when they leave the disco it will be much later and it will be colder" He shrugged trying not to be affected by seeing her in his clothes. He turned his eyes to the two drunks who looked at them expectantly as they held their hands together, he raised an eyebrow and they quickly turned around as if they were talking about something else.

Not long after, one of the restaurant's security guards helped them take their friends to the car that had just arrived. Charles took care of explaining to the taxi driver where the hotel was or that he could follow him if he wanted while Arabella took care of fastening the boys' belts.

"Thank you, mom” The briton smiled with his eyes closed and she laughed caressing his hair before closing the door.

"Ready?" She held out her hand to Charles and he accepted it, nodding. They walked hand in hand the few meters that were from the taxi to the Ferrari, without thinking that maybe that small gesture would bring them consequences.

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f1gossipgirl Charles and Arabella going out hand in hand at the Downtown Theater restaurant in Manama, Bahrain where they had dinner with other drivers. A fan who was having dinner with her parents there published a tiktok in which you can see both Ferrari drivers being very affectionate with each other, has love arisen in Formula One?

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username1 i wish i was her

⤷ username2 god mood

username3 LMAOOOO we could see it coming

⤷ username4 ??

⤷ username3 is a woman among so many men, it was obvious that something was going to happen with some of them

⤷ username5 That's why they shouldn't have let her into Formula One, now it's a joke.

username6 Nor does it have to be that they are together, they are teammates at least they must be friends and if you pay attention you can see that her relationship with the others is like that, she is very affectionate.

⤷ username7 true, she is always hugging Carlos and holding hands with him

username8 Normalize that women and men can be friends without there being anything romantic between them

username9 I ship them, would they be charbella or chella?

⤷ username10 chella as coachella? HAHAHAHAHA

⤷ username11 Charbella is much better

⤷ username5 I shipped her with Lewis

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[rolling-storm-writing]

A Night Alone: John Price x Top!Mreader

A/N: When the rest of the 141 is out goofing off it gives you and Price a much-needed night alone.

(I literally wrote this in an hour and I’ve never written for this man so all comments and critiques are welcome!!)

>>> 18+  MINORS DNI!!!

      Alone time was a hard thing to come by one base, something was always happening and there was never any true peace to be found.  Sure you could get some nearby apartment or a home out somewhere but it wouldn’t come close to living with your boys.  You joined the 141 on a temporary assignment four years ago, and now you were practically stuck with this cluster fuck of a group.

In that time you managed to spark a romance with a certain captain and now neither of you could get enough of the other.  Price wasn’t a man to keep secrets but somehow no one managed to notice the relationship between you and him.  For a long time he thought he’d never find that special someone until you came to swoop him off his feet, he wasn’t really into other men but was certainly into you.

Your tall stature, beautiful smile, and funny personality made you hard to ignore.  And he fell for you harder than he’d care to admit and he certainly was happy for it.  All of that left you becoming the second father of the 141 and all of the craziness that came with it.  

So when the power went out and all the food in the fridge spoiled it was you and Price that went out to buy some more food.  Everyone else elected to go spend a day or two in town leaving you and your sweet captain more than enough time alone together.  “Pulp or no pulp?” he asked, holding up the two cartons of orange juice.  You were much too focused on him to hear what he said, your eyes preferring to linger on his biceps that looked phenomenal in your gray tank top.  Your id tags hanging right between those beautiful pecs and he was even wearing your favorite sweats that left little to the imagination… 

You were quickly knocked out of your trance went he pressed the cold carton on your arm, “you eye fucking me in the middle of the store-”  he grumbled as you swatted the cold juice away.  “You look good, what can I say,” the humor in your voice soon enough brought a smile to his face as he shook away the blush across his cheeks.  You were quick to follow after him as the two of you continued shopping, his lustful glances obvious as he watched you reach the loaf of bread on the high shelf just above him.

The ride back to base wasn’t any better as your passenger prince rubbed his palm along your thigh the whole car ride back to base.  Even as you carried the groceries in he made it a point to watch you with a cigar in hand and his tea in the other.  “How hot do I look right now?” you asked him as Price looked at you over his cup, “real good, you look real good baby…”

Maybe it was the way he looked at you from the couch or how you took a drag from his cigar that set everything off. Price was in your arms, legs wrapped around your waist as you hoisted him up into the air, hands tangled in your hair, and his lips hungrily capturing yours.  Eventually, you both stumble into your room and he’s quick to push you onto the bed, fingers eagerly working the buttons of your trousers open.

He looks absolutely beautiful on his knees, those beautiful eyes staring right back at you “so beautiful” you whisper to him.  No matter how many times Price would never grow tired of watching your now hard cock spring up.  You shuttered at the cold hair hitting it but Price just chuckled, “I gotcha hun” he moaned, licking his lips as he eyed the feast in front of him.

He leaned forward, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out taking the whole length down his throat.  He was good at this, you couldn’t deny that.  A satisfied moan escaped you as Price’s mouth bottomed out.  Your hand immediately found his head, tugging on the short strands of hair as he swallowed you whole.  His pink lips stretched beautifully around your fat cock as you watched him through hooded lids.  

His hands were firmly on your thighs pushing himself up and down on your cock, the sounds of his wet mouth and your cock filled the room.  Your low moans and his ever-pleased ones traveled through your ears as his tongue traveled around your shaft and came back up to the tip.  Price continued this agonizing pace for well over five minutes, your hips bucking up into his mouth again and again causing that sweet pleasure. 

“Fuck, princess. Look at you,” you moaned as you felt that growing coil in your abdomen.  He pulled off for a moment as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue before you two parted.  The pre-cum in his bear and the spit that dribbled down his chin weren't missed by you either.  “All for you sweetheart” his voice was a bit hoarse and his jaw ached a bit but he was gonna milk this for all you were worth.

He took your cock into his hand and smiled gently, taking the head into his mouth, his tongue out as your pre-cum decorated it.  Oh, how he loved the taste of you as he encouraged more of that sweet taste to fill his mouth,  to him there was nothing sweeter.

Just the thought of that fat cock inside him had Price in a tight knot.  “You prep yourself…?” you asked as he gave a slow nod to you.  Standing up he took his time shedding his clothes, his cock heavy and hard between his legs as you watched him hungrily.  You couldn’t help the way this man made you feel, the way his back arched, and how good that silver plug looked buried inside him.

The round globes of his ass were perfect under your large hands as you pulled the silver jewelry from inside him.  Your hot breath ghosted against his ear and your hips thrust harshly against his ass.  His moans were loud as he felt your hard cock pressing against his puckered rim.  “Please!” Price finally begged as your hands gripped his hips ever so tightly and your lips kissed and nipped at his neck and shoulders.  That’s another thing he loved about you, just how big you were and how you practically engulfed him.  

“I’m gonna fill you nice and good, princess” you assured him. A loud groan left his lips as your cock pushed his rim, the head slowly pushing inside.  He buried his face in the sheets and tried to quiet his moans as you slowly pushed inside.  No matter how many times you both fucked, Price was always surprised by just how big your dick was.  You’d ruined him for anyone else and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Soon enough you bottomed out, balls resting on his ass as Price took a few moments to catch his breath.  Your soft kisses and gentle caressing always made him feel better as he craned his neck to kiss you.  He could care less how he looked, bent over with a cock drilled into him, face a flustered mess, and his dick spilling pre-cum all over your freshly washed sheets.  “Baby…” he whined, his hips moving against yours as you kissed him, “ready?” you mumbled as he nodded against you.  

Your lovemaking wasn’t always gentle by any means and today wasn't any different, you held his hips almost tight enough to bruise just like he loved.  You slowly pulled out so only the head of your cock was left inside, his rim catching beautifully on the head as you memorized the pretty sight.  You thrust back inside with all your strength setting a brutal pace.  Price’s body was pushed into the mattress as you fucked into him, back arched and ass up as he saw stars.  Most importantly he knew he was going to be sore for a few days after all this.

He loved the way you just let him let go and take what you gave him.  He couldn’t care less about how he sounded as his whimpers and cries filled the room.  Your thrust forced him further and further into the bedding, his legs spreading further and further, hands digging into the sheets as you pounded into him.  Each thrust seemed to knock the breath out of him, he couldn’t moan the way he wanted to, his voice already hoarse and heavy.  

All Price could do was hold onto the sheets and hope he could walk straight after all this.  

He couldn’t move an inch as he took every single powerful thrust, face buried in the sheet with tears running down his face.  The pleasure grew and grew as this brutal pace kept up. Every hard thrust landed on his prostate just abusing the poor bundles of nerves.  Price wasn’t gonna last much longer as his cock throbbed painfully.  Even as your thrusts grew more and more erratic you didn’t let up for a moment.

Your name was on his lips as he came, the blissful release was earth-shattering as you fucked him through it.  Your release was moments away and with a few more thrusts you shoved your cock as deep as you could inside.  Hot cum painted his insides filling his abused hole, your tiny thrusts only enhancing things as you fucked it deeper into him.   Price swore you had enough cum to fill a bucket, your cum filling his ass.  Even as it leaked out of his hole and down his thighs you were still cumming.

“You okay baby?” you asked after a moment pulling out of him and watching as Price rolled over onto his back.  His chest was heaving as he lay there in a blissful daze.  “Yeah… I’m okay” he said after a moment as you laid down next to him, pulling him closer. Price cuddled up and got comfortable.  The two of you could clean up later after all.

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Ending Note: I haven't wrote anything like this in so long- I just need some bottom Price for the life of me.  Hope yall enjoy and if you have any suggestion for future works feel free to let me know! <3

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[pasukiyo]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 | bradley bradshaw

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader 5,207 words warnings: smutttt, oops unprotected sex summary: you were the most beautiful girl bradley had ever laid eyes on. and he was going to prove he was worth your while. he was gonna make sure you took his picture.

 Bradley and the rest of his squad erupted into applause and laughter as Penny rang the bell, indicating some poor old fuck had left their phone on the counter again. “Right, well I…” Bradley began, handing his pool stick to Nat, “…am gonna go get a drink on the newbie. Rounds, anyone?” 

 He counted the amount of hands raised before making his way over to the bar, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning into it as Penny approached. “Make that five more on the newcomer,” Bradley said, holding up five fingers and beaming at a middle-aged man on the other side who scowled in response. Penny snickered, “coming right up, Roost.”

 Bradley tapped his fingers against the top of the counter to the beat of the Kenny Loggins song blasting through the speakers, the lyrics muffled, drowning under laughter and unnecessarily loud conversations. The Hard Deck was packed tonight— there were groups of people everywhere, leaving little space to roam around. 

 He snorted to himself at the thought of the poor bastard who had to buy the whole joint rounds tonight. 

 As Penny placed two out of the five beers in front of Bradley, he let his eyes wander to the entrance where a figure had just emerged, the door swinging shut behind them. It was a woman— running her fingers through the hair atop of her head as she slithered her way through the crowd. Just as Bradley was about to look away, he felt his heart stutter in his chest, darting his gaze back to the silhouette in a double take. 

 She was wearing a tight, slate gray Fleetwood Mac shirt tucked into little jean shorts, a camera bobbing up and down against her hip, held there by a black strap around her shoulder. Bradley felt his eyes watering as he stared, almost forgetting to blink as he watched her push her way towards the bar and…

 …oh. She was coming his way, and that was when it occurred to him that the last open space at the bar was right beside him. 

 She was making her way around the bar, and Bradley couldn’t pry his eyes away from her hips as they swayed with every step she made, weaving her way past Coyote and Hangman where they stood beside the pool table. Bradley could already feel his blood boiling when Jake did a double take, eyeing her up and down as she passed. 

 He was hopeless— but now he knew for certain that he had to talk to her tonight. 

 When she finally stepped up to the seat beside him at the bar, he could smell lavender— was that her perfume? She turned to spare him a glance, the corners of her lips curving into a friendly smile as Penny set the last three beers down in front of him. She grinned over to the new girl, holding up a finger. “Just one second,” she said. “The group over there have been staring me down like hawks.”

 The girl beside him laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear, shaking her head. “It’s no problem,” she replied, waving her off, and Bradley turned to look at her again once Penny had turned away. His gaze ventured down to her hip where her camera hung, and he cleared his throat, nursing his own bottle of beer to his chest. 

 “You take pictures?” His words tumbled out of him, and he mentally cursed at himself. Not even a hello, Rooster? 

 She turned to look at him, and Bradley felt his skin grow warm at the way she eyed him up and down, her lips curved into a crescent. “Only things I feel like are worth remembering,” she replied, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as their irises surged into one another, and Bradley felt his jeans tighten just a little more at her words. He brought the rim of his bottle to his lips, taking a small sip of beer. 

 He nodded and hummed around the glass, setting the bottle back down on the counter before turning to face her, leaning a single elbow on the bar for support. “Hm. So what are things you feel are worth remembering?” He asked, and she tilted her chin towards the ceiling, sighing as she rested a fist on her hip. 

 “Let’s see…” she began, pausing to think. “The sunset over the ocean, rainy days, the little ducks that always find their way in my yard…”

 Bradley furrowed his eyebrows at this, and she glanced over at him, a wrinkle in her own brow. “You’re judging me,” she said, and the corners of his mouth twitched, raising his bottle to his lips to hide the fact that he was smiling. He shook his head as he took another mouthful of beer, and she narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re totally making fun of me.”

 Bradley couldn’t suppress his chuckle any longer and he placed his bottle back down on the counter, shaking his head again. “No, no, I’m not making fun of you,” he replied. “But ducks? Come on, what about things like… I don’t know…”

 He contemplated his words as they rested on the tip of his tongue, and when his gaze met hers again, he felt like he was burning. He felt like he was alive, more alive than he’d felt in a very long time. For years, Bradley only worked, worked, worked. Ever since his mom died, it’s been all he’s ever known. 

 But now, looking at her, he wanted to get to know her. He wanted whatever she could offer him, and he hoped she’d come to want whatever it was he could give her, too. 

 It was crazy, totally and completely insane, but the second he laid his eyes on this ridiculously beautiful girl beside him, he felt like he was being given another chance. He just had to take it. 

 “…guys at bars wearing Levi’s and Hawaiian button-ups?”

 He watched as her eyes ventured down his body again, and he saw the moment her lips began to curve into a smile before she dropped her head, her hand slithering behind her neck. His chest heaved with a laugh when she giggled, shrugging her shoulders. 

 “I don’t know,” she replied, gazing back up at him with those ridiculously beautiful eyes. “Are you worth my while?”

 Oh. He could feel those words straight through his jeans, and he suddenly had the urge to take her hand and lead her to the bathroom to take care of it. Instead, he grinned at her behind his beer just as Penny started to make her way back over. 

 He was definitely going to make sure she remembered him. 

 “Oh, I’m sure of it,” he replied, leaning in closer. “Can I buy you a drink? Or…” he gestured with his head over to the man across the bar. “…let me get you one on the poor bastard buying rounds for everyone tonight?”

 She tried to bite back her grin as he ordered a round for her, watching as the bartender grabbed another bottle of whatever beer he was drinking, sliding it over to where she sat. She wrapped her hands around the bottle and glanced over to the man beside her, who was raising his own bottle towards her. She couldn’t hold her smile any longer as they joined the glasses together in cheers. 

 “Jesus Bradshaw, you gonna make us wait all night?”

 They both turned towards the pool tables where Nat and the others were staring, eyes narrowed in glares. At the realization that Bradley was with a girl though, the corner of Phoenix’s lips curled into a small smirk as she made her way over to the bar, grabbing the other four beers in front of Bradley. 

 “It’s your go, Roost,” she said, grinning at the girl beside him. “Clear shot with the 8.” Bradley winked at her over the top of his bottle as he pushed away from the bar, gesturing with his head over to the pool table. “Alright, get your camera ready,” he tittered, grabbing a pool stick from Bob. 

 She watched as he circled around the table, eyeing the 8 ball in the middle, squeezing a single lid shut as he leaned down to eye the cue ball. She watched the pool stick as the end slid between his middle and forefinger, and after a few practice motions, he thrusted the end into the cue ball, knocking it into the 8. She watched the black ball as it rolled down the green baize and into one of the pockets, and he threw his hands into the air in victory, turning to face her. 

 “You gonna take a picture of the best 8 ball player there is?”

 The corners of her mouth twitched and she shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, it wasn’t that impressive.”

 Nat tried to hide her laugh with a cough, the others snickering behind their beer while Bradley’s face fell, narrowing his eyes. “Not that impressive?” He scoffed, and she shrugged again. “Right. So you’re not gonna make this easy, are you?”

 She laughed as he sauntered back over to the bar, taking back his place beside her. “I never said I was easy,” she replied, a glimmer in her eyes. Bradley leaned in, “you gonna make me work for it?”

 She leaned in too, her arm brushing against his, his skin seared in her touch’s wake. “If you’re up for the challenge.” 

 Bradley’s gaze flickered down to her lips, and he contemplated giving everything up and just kissing her right then and there. But then his gaze ventured lower to the slate gray t-shirt she was wearing, the cogs in his brain beginning to turn. 

 He was going to make her remember him. He was going to get his picture taken. 

 “You like Fleetwood Mac?” He asked, grabbing his beer and gesturing for her to follow him, to which she obliged, pushing away from the bar. She glanced down to her t-shirt as they circled around the bar, cocking an eyebrow towards her hairline. “Yeah?” She replied, watching as he made his way to the far wall, bending down towards an outlet and yanking the black cords away, much to the whole place’s dismay when the music came to an abrupt stop. 

 Angry shouting permeated the bar as Bradley placed his beer on the top of the piano she stood next to, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck along with his shoulders. “Well, I’m afraid I don’t know how to play any Fleetwood on the keys,” he snickered, tilting his head back and eyeing her through his aviators. 

 She felt warmth pool between her legs when he swiped his tongue between his lips, and she shifted in her place. 

 “But I can play a mean Great Balls of Fire.”

 Dramatically bobbing his head around, he played the first set of keys, looking her straight in the eyes as he began to sing. “You shake my nerves and rattle my brain,” he began, and she crossed an arm over her chest, using it to support her other elbow as she brought a hand to her lips, veiling her smile behind her digits. “Too much love drives a man insane.”

 The others— his friends, she guessed— joined him at his side, laughing behind their beer bottles. But his eyes were set on her, and he even nodded down to the camera at her hip. “You broke my will,” he paused to play the following keys, “but what a thrill.”

 His friends joined in as he sang the main line, “goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” and the crowd erupted into cheers and laughter as he dragged his fingers down the keyboard. She bit her nails to suppress the laughter bubbling in her chest as he continued to sing, and she could make out a cocked eyebrow behind his glasses. 

 He sure as hell was working his ass off for that picture. 

 “Kiss me baby,” he sang, rising from his seat, his fingers still on the keyboard. She approached the back of the piano as he leaned over, their faces so close now she could practically taste the beer on his breath. She smiled when he threw his head back as he sang, “ooh, that feels good, baby.”

 He was glowing as he sang, fervently playing each key of the song. She felt like she was being drawn into him, almost as if he were magnetic and she was metal. He threw his hands down on the keyboard and leaned in closer until she could feel the hairs of his mustache prickling her skin, his lips a phantom over hers while he sang, “I wanna love you like a lover should.”

 He pulled away to play the next keys before he was right back in front of her face, “you’re fine,” he chanted, “you’re so kind.” He tossed his head back again and when he came back, their lips brushed, and she could feel her skin burn when he sang, “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

 Bradley fell back down onto his seat, moving his body to the beat as he continued to sing the song. He watched as she giggled, a flush on her cheeks as she reached down to her hip, her fingers clutching the black object at her hip. 

 And here it was, the moment Bradley’s been waiting for.

 “Come on, baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he sang as she turned her camera on, bringing it up to her face. He watched as her forefinger rested on the button on the top, and right as he sang the chorus again, “goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” he could see her finger press down onto the button. 

 Bradley was ecstatic, his heart beating harder than it ever had before as he practically shouted the rest of the song, slamming his fingers down onto the last notes of the sound as the crowd hooted and hollered, erupting into applause. But none of that mattered, not when the most perfect girl he’d ever come across thought he was worth remembering. 

 He grabbed his beer bottle from the top of the piano as he circled around it, practically stumbling into her body, only partially because Nat and the others were crowding around him. 

 “So?” He raised his voice to be heard over the sea of people around them. “Was that not the best rendition of Great Balls of Fire you’ve ever heard or what?”

 She laughed and dropped her head, suddenly aware of how close his body was. And now she was suddenly aware of the ache between her legs, realizing how much she wanted him. And when she gazed back up at him, she knew he was thinking of the exact same thing. 

 “It was definitely something to remember,” she replied with a giggle. She rolled onto the tips of her toes, curling her forefingers around the belt loops of his Levi’s before tugging him even closer, her breath a whisper on his skin. “I, for one, thought the singer looked ridiculously sexy playing the piano.”

 Bradley could feel his breath as it hitched at the base of his throat, her words piercing right through the denim of his jeans and to his cock. With his hand not holding his beer bottle, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer until her hips surged into his, and the way her gaze moved down to his lips did not go unnoticed. 

 He was fucked. 

 “Yeah?” He murmured, to which she nodded, feeling her own breath wavering, suddenly having the biggest urge to kiss his beer-stained lips, to have his body even closer. “Yeah,” she replied in hardly a whisper before his lips were on hers, his mustache deliciously prickling her skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, barely holding onto her own bottle of beer at this point. 

 It was by far one of the craziest things she’d ever done— making out with a man she met half an hour ago in a cramped beachside bar. But when his hand slithered to the small of her back and drew her closer into his body, she never thought anything had felt more right. 

 Bradley pulled away, bringing the rim of his bottle to his lips to down the rest of his beer before reaching behind her to set it down on the nearest table. With her hand gripped in his, he led her through the sea of tipsy people, weaving their way between swaying bodies. He could see the restrooms up ahead, but there were so many people in his way, too enraptured in their conversations to see that he clearly needed to get through. 

 He pressed his lips together in a grimace, squeezing her hand before turning to face her, pressing his hips back into hers to be heard over the speakers somebody had plugged back into the wall. “What if we took this out to the parking lot?” He muttered close to her ear, and she blinked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. 

 “You’re not going to beat me up, are you?” She asked teasingly, pinching her bottom lip with her teeth as she eyed the hair just above his mouth when the corner curved into a smirk. “Not in the way you’re thinking, at least.”

 She could feel the heat as it crept up her neck and to her cheeks while Bradley guided her through the crowd and towards the exit. She felt like she was floating, like she was walking on a cloud as the man in front of her pushed the door open, holding it until she had passed through before letting it slam shut behind them. She watched as he fumbled around in his Levi’s pocket, fishing out his keys all whilst leading her toward an old blue Ford Bronco. 

 Bradley was buzzing, just itching to get his hands on this seemingly perfect woman he had on his arm, practically tearing open the back seat to his Bronco and helping her up into it. She laughed as she leaned into the far car door, watching as he climbed in himself, crawling all the way up her body until his face was mere inches away from hers. He grabbed the strap of her camera and pulled it down her arm, reaching over to place it in the passenger’s seat. 

 “Gotta say, this was not how I expected my night to end,” she tittered, reaching up to once again curl her fingers into his belt loops. His mustache grazed the skin just below her nose, once again tasting the bitterness of beer on his breath as it lingered over her flesh. His eyes were a deep, velvety golden brown and she was basking in them as if they were warm, soft bed sheets. They were devouring her, and if he hadn’t been between them, she’d be squeezing her thighs together to ease the tension at her center. 

 “Me neither,” his voice was lower than before, raspier. And she moaned. She literally moaned at the sound of his voice, and she used the belt loops of his jeans as leverage so that she could grind her hips up into his. “But fuck, am I the luckiest bastard in the whole world tonight or what?”

 She grinned as she tugged him down to her lips, her mouth crashing into his. She was sweating, and he was practically already melting into her like candle wax, and his lips, they were soft as well as their movements were rough. The shorts hairs of mustache pricked her skin in a delectable way, and she removed her fingers from his belt loops to instead weave them through the umber locks of his hair, whimpering against his mouth as she gave his roots a firm tug. 

 It wasn’t long before he was shouldering off his cream-colored Hawaiian button up, pulling away to slip the white tank top underneath up and over his head. His lips were surging back into hers as he worked the buttons of her little jean shorts, trailing his kisses down her jaw, to her neck, all the way to her collarbone as he dragged the denim down her legs. He pushed the slate gray Fleetwood Mac shirt up until it bunched just below her bra, his lips venturing down her stomach and past her belly button as he pulled the shorts away from her ankles. 

 She was a whining, moaning mess, her back arching up off of the tan leather seats as he pulled her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floorboards. His hands were warm and big as they cupped her breasts over the lace of her bra, kneading her flesh as he placed kisses on her chest, sucking dark marks into her skin. She was panting now, and she swore she could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of her face. 

 “Shit!” she gasped when he reached around to unclasp her bra, practically tearing it from her shoulders and tossing it into the empty front passenger’s seat. He was like a man starved when he pounced, groaning against her flesh when he gathered an erect nipple in his mouth, gazing up at her through hooded lids as he sucked. 

 She pinched her bottom lip with her teeth and squeezed her eyelids closed when he released her flesh with a wet pop, trailing sloppy, wet kisses in the valley of her breasts to tend to the other. She writhed beneath him, and she could feel herself throbbing for more. 

 “Please,” she mewled when he pulled away from her nipple, his chin wet with spit and his irises a deeper shade of brown, and she swore she could see the moment his pupils expanded when he gazed down at her. His fingers began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, and her chest heaved when she inhaled a shaky breath, humming in anticipation. 

 “Want more, baby?” He asked, to which she nodded her head up and down vigorously, her lips parting in a gasp as she let her gaze linger on his chest, the toned, tanned skin of his stomach. She didn’t think she could get anymore lucky— being underneath the most perfect and gorgeous guy she’d ever laid eyes on. 

 She felt the sudden need to pinch herself to make certain this wasn’t just a dream. 

 He tossed his belt into the front seat, tearing the button up and his zipper down, and she watched as he peeled the denim from his legs and…

 …oh. He was pulling his boxers down at the same time and she felt as if she could foam at the mouth at the sight of his cock as it sprang free. It came to no surprise that he was big, but now that she was actually looking at it— the way the pink tip glistened with pre-cum, and he was so hard, the veins were bulging from his flesh. She was throbbing now more than ever, and she was quick to hook her fingers under the hem of her own panties, ridding herself of the last article of clothing on her body. 

 And when Bradley looked down, he groaned. She was so wet, he could see her slick as it oozed from her, sliding down her slit and creating a pool on the leather seat. He wrapped his hand around his girth and gave himself a few pumps while he shimmied his way down the seat until he was eye-level with her pussy. 

 “So goddamn wet,” he muttered, and she could feel his breath on her clit, she could feel the rasp in his voice pulse through her. “All this just for me?” He asked in a low murmur as he pressed wet kisses to the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her heat. She bit down onto her lip and hummed, nodding her head in reply. 

 “Mhm,” she gasped when he kissed just above her clit. “Oh fuck, please!”

 She was grasping his hair again, tugging hard at his scalp. But if it bothered him— which it didn’t— he didn’t make a show of it. 

 “‘Please?’” He repeated, eyeing her through heavy lids, the hairs of his mustache grazing against her clit making her go feral. “Please, just touch me already!” She whined, bucking her hips against his face, and his lips were a crescent against her pearl as he drew her into his mouth and sucked and oh, she thought she could come right then and there. 

 Her lips fell agape as he flicked his tongue up and down her aching bud, bowing his head so the tip of his nose was against her clit whilst he mouthed at her entrance. His tongue pried her open and she shrieked, arching her back and curling her toes and tugging harder on his hair. Her vision began to blur as she stared up at the ceiling of the Bronco, and when he managed to work his warm muscle all the way into her cunt, she squeezed her eyelids closed. 

 She was in utter bliss, never had sex felt this good, and they were just getting started. She’d never had anyone go down on her before, and now that she knew what it was like, she simply couldn’t get enough. The man between her legs was too good, his lips and his tongue and his mustache too fucking good. 

 She really needed to get his number after this. 

 But now she was close. Oh, she was so dangerously close to her orgasm, she could already see white. She panted and peeled her eyelids open, looking down at him to see he was already staring up at her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose against her clit as he lapped at her entrance and her vision blurred with the haze of tears. 

 “Oh, baby,” she cried, “I’m so close. I’m so fucking cl—“

 She was stopped mid-sentence by her moan, and she ground her hips into his face and she could feel her climax as it just started to begin and—

 —then it was all gone. 

 She could no longer feel him between her thighs, and her eyelids shot open, watching as he hovered over her, his lips glistening with her juices, droplets of nectar littering his mustache. She furrowed her eyebrows as the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk and he leaned down to press them to hers, her own taste coating her tongue. 

 “Why’d you stop?” She whimpered when he pulled away, and he ran the pad of his thumb over her bud with one hand, wrapping his other around his cock with the other and giving it a few tugs. “Didn’t think I’d let you come yet, did you?” He sneered, and her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. He chuckled as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, and he lingered even after he pulled away. 

 She was losing herself in the soils of his irises, and she almost didn’t register what he said at first. 

 “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you in no time, darling.”

 She watched as he leaned away, still maintaining eye contact as he gripped her hip with one hand, guiding the head of his cock to her entrance with the other. She didn’t dare look away either, even when he pushed the tip in, even when the delicious stretch made her eyes well up with tears. 

 Moving slowly at first to give her time to adjust, he eased himself further into her until he was finally fully sheathed inside of her. He was so deep and she could feel every single inch of him, and she thought to herself that never had anyone reached the places inside of her he was reaching now. He was perfect, and they fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. 

 She wanted to cry. She would forever be grateful that she decided to walk into that ridiculously crowded bar despite her initial apprehension due to how packed the parking lot was. She would forever be grateful that she walked over to the smoking hot guy at the bar and gave him a chance. She was grateful for the night, for the universe, for everything right now. 

 Eventually, he began to pick up his pace, the windows fogging up with every heavy breath, every thrust, every smack of skin against skin. Her legs were shaking, and as he leaned over to hover over her, one hand kneading the flesh at her hip and the other clutching the car door behind her, she grabbed at his arms, her nails etching crescent moons into his skin. 

 “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, fluttering his eyes closed and tossing his head back. “You’re so tight.”

 She was squeezing him so well, he felt like he could hardly breathe. He slammed his hips harder into hers, feeling the coil at the pit of his stomach. He was so close to breaking, and he could feel she was too. 

 She could, in fact, feel the stretching of the rubber band at the pit of her stomach, and she was dangerously close to snapping. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she whimpered and mewled incoherent nothings, just able to make out his silhouette in her watercolor eyes. 

 “I’m so… I’m gonna… oh fuck!” She mewled. “I’m gonna c… I’m gonna come!”

 He nodded as he pounded her harder, faster. She was clenching around him as she began to break, her body quaking in the wake of her orgasm. Bradley removed his hand from the car door behind her and gripped her other hip, practically slamming himself repeatedly into her as hard as he could, no doubt making the Bronco shake. 

 “Oh fuck!” He growled as he felt himself about to snap, and he managed to pull himself out just in time to unload all over her stomach, spurts of white coating her skin. She was blinking repeatedly to clear her vision, staring up at the ceiling of the car as he collapsed into the door behind him, his chest heaving as he chased air back into his lungs. 

 After a few moments, she managed to push herself up with her elbows to lean back into the car door, facing him as he wiped the sweat from his brow. If she had any energy left in her body, she’d crawl into his lap and kiss him until the sun rose back up the horizon. 

 But instead, she nudged his knee with her foot. 

 “You never actually told me your name,” she panted, and he squeezed his eyelids shut, throwing his head back against the window and covering his eyes with his palm. 

 “I never did, did I?”

 “Nope.”

 She chuckled as he pushed away from the door and scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Bradley Bradshaw,” he murmured against his skin. “And if you’d give me your number, I’d love to get you to take my picture again sometime.”

a/n; finally my first bradley fic!! mf has been on my mind so much and i can’t believe ive put off writing for him so long— i know this isn’t tom riddle or harry potter related but i hope you guys still enjoy because i really wanna start writing for bradley and my other comfort characters 🥹

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

The Art of Subtlety

Summary: You were quiet, almost shy, but Bradley suspected there was more to you than meets the eye. When Jake claims that it’s impossible for a woman to successfully fake an orgasm, you prove him wrong (while proving Bradley absolutely right) right there in the middle of the Hard Deck. With his world tilted on its axis at your little display, he’s left wondering: why are you so good at faking it, and how would you really sound if he’s the one bringing you pleasure?

Word Count: 2.7K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed OC)

Warnings: Language, allusions to smut, I guess public acts even though it’s faking?

Notes: I found this buried in my WIP list and decided to finish it. Hope y’all like it!

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“She has an Oscar. Of course she can fake it.” 

“What exactly is it that you’re implying, Hangman?” 

Bradley wasn’t sure what he was walking up to, but it was surely something interesting, because Jake was only Hangman to Phoenix when he was doing something irritating, Bagman being her name of choice. The way it fell out of her mouth laced with venom wasn’t to be overlooked, either. 

He settled into an open seat at one of the high tops in the corner they tended to take over in the Hard Deck. You met his eyes and sent him a small smile from your seat across the table, twirling the small black straw in your drink. You looked pretty tonight, in tight denim jeans and an off the shoulder black shirt. But you always looked beautiful; it was one of the first things he had noticed about you. 

“I’m saying it would be noticeable to a man if a woman fakes it!” Jake exclaimed, before a slow smirk made its way onto his lips. “Not that I would know. I never leave a woman unsatisfied.” 

There’s a mixture of groans and laughter at his cocky response, Coyote even going as far as fist bumping his best friend for his comment. Bradley doesn’t do either, simply shaking his head and taking a sip of his beer. The same can’t be said for his table partner.

You snorted into your drink, which immediately drew all eyes your way. You had been quiet up until now, which wasn’t unusual for you; sometimes you rivaled Bob with how much of a wallflower you could be. But Bradley had a hunch it was just because you were still adjusting to the group, not so much because shy was your default setting; he had been fortunate enough to witness a quick wit and a snarky sarcasm that kept him on his toes a handful of times since you transferred to Top Gun three months ago. 

“Something to add, sweetheart?” the blonde aviator asked, an eyebrow raised in a clear challenge. To his surprise, you scoffed lightly and rolled your eyes. 

“Nothing that you would probably like to hear,” you responded easily. Bradley hid his smirk by taking another drink. There was the snark that intrigued him so much.

“Well now you need to tell us,” Phoenix said, waving at you to continue, clearly wanting whatever advantage she could get at Hangman’s expense. The rest of the group agreed and jeered at you to continue. You sighed with a roll of your eyes. 

“I fake it all the time, and you would never know,” you shrugged, and Bradley almost spat out his draft at the words. “But then again, it’s not surprising for a man to overlook the art of being subtle.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, clearly still recovering from your blunt statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that it’s not all loud moans and screaming of a guy’s name when a woman orgasms,” you explained, bringing your straw to your lips and finishing off the rest of your drink. After you set the empty glass on the table, you cleared your throat and rolled your shoulders. It was only a moment later, right there in the crowded bar, that Bradley noticed the shifting in your breathing. It came out slightly heavy, shaky in a breathless kind of way. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and your eyes fluttered shut before they opened again, hooded and dark. 

Bradley was entranced, feeling a flush creep up his neck as a barely audible gasp escaped from the back of your throat. 

You rolled your neck to the side as you panted almost silently, like you were experiencing an ardent kind of pleasure you were trying to keep hushed. When you arched your back, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if you were doing that while perched in his lap. It wouldn’t be the first time he had thought of you that way since meeting you, and after this little display you were putting on, it certainly wouldn’t be the last, either. 

“Oh,” you let out quietly, touching a hand lightly to your heaving chest, “yes.” 

It was subtle, like you had said, but oh, was it convincing. Bradley thought he could watch you like this all day, but it was over far too soon. 

With one more soft moan, you returned your breathing to normal and a smirk appeared on your face as you opened your eyes fully. You sat back in your seat like you hadn’t just titled his world on its axis and tightened his jeans with your little display. 

“So,” you drawled nonchalantly, “would you have known?”

A loud laugh broke the silence that had overtaken the group. There were tears in Phoenix’s eyes at the gobsmacked looks on everyone's faces, and you started giggling right alongside her, though much softer and tinged with embarrassment. Bradley found himself still unable to look away even now that the facade was over. 

When he was finally able to pick his jaw off the floor, Jake cleared his throat almost awkwardly. The smirk on his face was half hearted and a blush covered his cheeks; it’s not hard to see that maybe he’s questioning his satisfaction rate, afterall. Or maybe he, like all the guys are looking to be, was just as flustered by you as Bradley was. Still though, that cocky persona of his shown through. He lets out a long whistle as his eyes raked up and down your body, almost like he was seeing you for the first time. Bradley’s grip tightened around his glass as jealousy crept up in him.

“Okay,” the blonde started, “you’re right. Subtlety is not my strong suit. Maybe I need some more lessons. Private ones, perhaps?”

The confidence you had been showing faded just the slightest bit, embarrassment heating your cheeks, but Bradley didn’t let you stutter out a response for long before he was interrupting on your behalf.

“The Navy doesn’t pay her enough to teach you how to find the clit, Hangman. Sounds like it might be a lost cause anyway.”

“He’s right, Bagman. Some men just don’t have that special touch,” Nat snickered, and Bradley thought she looked downright gleeful at the turn of events and the absolutely affronted look she got in return. 

Laughter rang out throughout the corner again, but it had the desired effect of taking everyone’s attention off of you for the moment. Bradley turned back only to see your gaze fall to your empty glass.

“Thank you,” you murmured without looking at him, twirling your straw again. He knocked his foot gently against yours under the table. He waited until you raised your pretty eyes to his before he spoke for your ears only. 

“Buy you another drink?” 

You looked relieved at his offer of escaping, hopping down from the chair you had been sitting in with no hesitation. 

“Yes. Please.”

The Hard Deck was crowded tonight, as it typically was on the weekends, and it allowed him the excuse to guide you to the bar with a hand at the small of your back. He let it remain there when he placed your order. You raised your eyebrows when he didn’t have to ask you for your drink of choice, to which he shot you a wink. 

“Maybe you aren’t so subtle afterall,” he joked with a playful smirk. 

You huffed out a laugh that broke into a groan. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you,” he suggested. 

“Why not?”

He thanked Jimmy when he handed him two fresh glasses, passing you your vodka and Sprite. You immediately brought the small black straw to your lips. It distracted him for a moment before he shook himself out of it and took a drink of his IPA. He spotted a couple leaving a table behind you and instead of heading back to the rest of the group, he led you there. “You just gained all of their respect.” 

You gave him a clearly skeptical look. “How do you figure?” 

“They appreciate it when people bite back. Challenging each other is kind of what we all do, you know? You've been here for three months, but you haven’t really let anyone get to know you. Showing that you can take what they dish out and return it back like that was bold.”

You hummed in response, moving the straw between your fingers. He wondered if it was a nervous tick of yours, a way to keep you centered. He could tell you were mulling over his words but weren’t entirely convinced. He leaned a little closer. 

“Plus, anyone who can make Hangman turn that shade of red and stutter like you did gets instant bonus points.” 

He got a smile for that one, accompanied by a soft giggle that had his heart racing. You looked at him from under your lashes and when you drew your bottom lip between your teeth, he felt that same flush from earlier starting under his collar. Damn, you were something. 

“Can I ask you something?” he asked. 

“You just did.” 

Bradley chuckled with a shake of his head. You laughed again but motioned for him to continue with his question. 

“Why do you…” Bradley cleared his throat, suddenly realizing just how personal his question was in nature. You arched an eyebrow, clearly wondering why he paused.

“Why do I…?”

“Why do you bother with guys you have to fake it with?”

You choked a little on the drink you just taken a sip of, slamming the glass back on the table a little harshly as you coughed. Bradley scooted closer and extended an arm to pat your back in sympathy, wincing at the consequences of his words. You sputtered for a moment and when you caught your breath, he kept his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. 

“Sorry,” he murmured. You met his eyes again and he could see specks of colors he hadn’t noticed before; they were even more enchanting this close. 

“Why do you care?” you rebutted, your voice adopting that same shy tone from before. Bradley shrugged, trailing his fingertips up and down your spine. He was so close he could smell the scent of your perfume and see the goosebumps raise on your arms. 

“A woman like you…she shouldn’t have to ever fake her pleasure.” 

“A woman like me?” you asked in surprise.

He let his fingers twirl the strands of your hair for a moment. It’s silky soft and he wanted to know what it would feel like to be able to really thread his fingers through it and tug.  

“Mmm. A woman like you. Beautiful. Smart. Witty. Kind. Beautiful.”

Bradley saw the shiver go through your body and heard the little gasp that you let out. “You said that one already.”

A smirk tugged at his lips and he nodded. “I know.”

You stared at each other for a long moment. Your pupils were slightly dilated and your breathing just a little uneven, and the look taking over your face made his jeans feel a little snugger. He risked getting even closer, rising from his stool and standing so his front was nearly flush against your side. He noticed how your eyes flickered down to his mouth.

“So?” 

“What?” you asked, clearly distracted. Bradley’s smirk grew. 

“Why bother? With them?” 

“I…don’t really know,” you answered honestly, “It’s not like I seek out the disappointment intentionally. it just…happens that way, I guess.” 

“And no one has ever caught on?” 

“Once or twice,” you murmured, gaze lingering on his lips for another few seconds before looking back up into his eyes that he’s sure are even darker than normal. “I give it away if they actually eventually make me come.” 

He raised an eyebrow, two fingers rubbing circles into the small of your back. He can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like curled inside of you instead. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m…um…” 

With the hand not touching your back, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, tracing the shell of it until you shiver under his touch again. Your breath hitched and this time it was you that shifted closer, almost like you were learning into his touch. 

“You’re what?” he asked. His voice dropped, coming out raspier than he intended. You were making him feel hot all over, only made worse with your next words. 

“I’m pretty loud,” you revealed quietly, a perfect juxtaposition. 

Bradley froze, processing this new information. A hundred different scenarios played through his head but all of them came back to you, screaming his name in pleasure as he devoured you. His cock hardened in his jeans and he swallowed thickly. 

“And I know it’s not me,” you continued, and if he wasn’t so turned on, he would think that your nervous babble was one of the most endearing things about you, though the list has grown exponentially tonight, “I can get myself off just fine. So it must be them. Right?” 

Your voice trailed off at the end, like you were realizing what you were sharing for the first time. But it was too late, and now there was brand new imagery in his head. 

Bradley groaned and let both of his hands fall to your hips. He moved your body until you were teetering on the edge of your seat, your legs falling open so he could stand between them. He raised one hand to your face, cupping your jaw and tilting your head back in a way that ensured you couldn’t look away from his gaze. 

"It's definitely not you. Some guys try to rush to the finish line instead of enjoying the scenery along the way."

“And is that what you would do?” you asked, setting your hands gently on his stomach. The muscles flexed under your touch. He wanted to feel it without his clothing working as an unwanted barrier. “Enjoy the scenery?”

“Let’s just say I like to take the long way. And despite what our friends may say, sweetheart, sometimes going slow is best. I’d take my time with you, baby.”

A tiny whimper escaped you before you clamped down on your bottom lip with your teeth, but Bradley shook his head and tugged it free with the fingers still cupping your jaw. He traced it with his thumb, marveling at how soft and full it was. He wanted to feel your lips against his to see if they would be just as soft. You watched him with wide eyes, your hands clenched in his white undershirt.

“You’d have no choice but to be loud with me, because I’d make sure you felt so good.”

“Do you promise?” Your voice was breathy and tinged with what he thought might be desperation - he desperately wanted to hear more of it from you. 

“I do,” he swore, and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before focusing back on him. He was almost certain he was reading the situation and your reactions correctly, but still, he swallowed down the urge to throw you over his shoulder and take you home with him, or even to the bathroom right down the hall. He let his knuckles caress your cheek as he pulled on his self-restraint. 

“Is that something you would want?” he rasped. Instead of answering, you run your hands up his body to wrap around his neck. He went willingly when you pulled his mouth to yours. He groaned against your lips; they were even softer than he thought it would be. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you closer, but before he could deepen the kiss, you pull back. When you slide off the stool you had been sitting in the whole time, your entire body is flush against his. Peering up at him through your lashes, you give him your answer. Your voice is as confident as he’d heard it in the last three months of knowing you. 

“Take me home, Bradley. I want to see if you keep your promises.”

Without a second thought for any of your friends or the open tab he had, Bradley grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him to the exit.

He was a man of his word, and he’d prove it to you. 

-------- Notes: Hope you like this one!! As always, any feedback is so greatly appreciated💚

Thanks Mak and Em for your help as always!

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Until Forever -P.G

The long awaited second part of "SINCE FOREVER" is here now! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, FEEDBACK IS APPREACIATED!

Read part 3 here!

Songs I listened to: Me, Myself and I - 5SOS, Lie To Me - 5SOS, Forever - Lewis Capaldi, Bruises - Lewis Capaldi, I Love You - Little Mix, Nobody Like You - Little Mix, Only You - Little Mix, What I Put You Through - Conor Maynard, Over Again - One Direction, De Marzo a Junio - Gonza Silva, All In - Here at Last, Airplanes - B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams, Impossible - Shontelle, Diamonds - Rihanna, Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood, Yellow - Coldplay, Too Good At Goodbyes - Sam Smith and Sin Señal - Quevedo.

Warnings: Angst, the long lenght this fic has is killing☠️... Part 3?

Summary: You are moving on from your mistake meanwhile Pablo is realizing his own.

January, 2023

It has been four months since that day. Four months which you haven’t seen Pablo. Four months of misery for you. And also for him.

When you left his apartment that day, a sickening feeling got into his stomach and it didn’t go away with anything he tried, his hands were shaking and his mind was running wild. He couldn’t concentrate on anything besides you, your confession, your sad expression and your leaving.

He knew that you asked him for time. But he couldn’t give that to you. He wanted you to know he still had you present in his life and hoping that you had him on yours too. And you sadly did.

You were absolutely a wreck for the first month. Not going outside unless it was for grocery shopping and Uni. Until the second month arrived.

Pedri, who had been your personal cheerleader, picked you up one day, got you a nice outfit and made you get in it, for you to go out with him in a friendly date where Ansu and Balde, joined you and ate everything they normally couldn’t or wouldn’t, because of their diet, but they decided than seeing you happy and like your old self was worth some calories more.

He even made you change Gavi’s contact name on your phone, to help your process get quicker and made you forget about his constant texting.

From that moment on, you started going out, you missed having a good time with the people you loved, with your friends and family, and not necessarily accompanied of Pedri, you went out with your girl friends, you Uni group, groups from other degrees at your Uni that you were close with. You were back.

Of course, you missed him. Terribly. Often at nights, you would scroll down on his messages and see what updates he has been giving you

Pablo Páez Ansu fell on his butt today, you would’ve laughed your ass off

Pablo Páez I made a happy salad *Photo* I hope you’re doing good, I’ve been better…

Pablo Páez Xavi keeps asking for you to tie my shoelaces, he keeps saying I don’t know how to do them

Pablo Páez Practice went well

Pablo Páez I just ate a kilo of bananas.  I won’t die, right?

Pablo Páez It’ll sound impressive but I just won Pedri on FIFA. Your gaming lessons paid off Now, I have to try and win you. He told me you were doing fine and I’m glad. I can’t wait for us to reconnect again

Pablo Páez De Jong said he missed having you around on practice I agreeded with him

Pablo Páez Pedri just ate his banana from the bottom to the top, you’re gonna kill him?

And many more of those but still, you choosed not to reply any of them, only really “talking” to him when the World Cup started, when he scored his first goal during it and when they lost against Morocco also you had texted him on Christmas and New Years.

Other times? You were ghosting him.

It was hell for him.

The first month of you doing that, for Pablo it was horrible. He couldn’t concentrate at practices; he messed up great plays, the passes weren’t precise, at games he was angrier and aggressive than usual, he wanted desperately for you to talk to him, Pedri tried to talk him out of it but the youngster snapped at his best male friend.  Only to come back to him a few minutes later apologizing.

Pablo thought that with time he could get over it, but no. Four months after and you were still on his mind and the anxious feeling was bigger and bigger on his chest.

He started to realize something, he felt awful, destroyed, sad and was mad at himself, he cried and cried to sleep that day for being too stupid and idiot to realize it

Yes, during WC, he had mastered a way of concentrating at practices and games but you were still on his mind. Always.

He was extremely angry, disappointed and sad to hear that you wouldn’t be there with him at his first WC, but still understood, already imagining the rest of his performances where you would be there cheering on for him and only him, the loudest as you have always have done.

In your defense, you did try your best but Uni got up to you and you weren’t done by the time it started, you couldn’t leave Spain even if you tried your best.

But, you haven’t properly seen each other since that day. And it was the first time you were going to. In Arabia Saudi for La Supercopa España, the Clásico. Barcelona vs. Madrid.

Pedri had invited you to come and you being a culer and the greatest friend, didn’t waste any time and asked permission from your parents to fly with the González.

“Is Samuel coming too?” Pedri asked with a cheeky smile

“¡Cállate!” He laughed seeing you blush

Samuel, is one of the guys that attends to your Uni but he’s doing a different degree than yours. During the last weeks of November and the first’s ones of December he had been asking you to hang out alone and you accepted. You definitely liked him.

He was cute, really cute and pretty. He had light green eye color, he was one head taller than you, blonde wavy haired and he had the most beautiful dimples at both sides of his smile; he was careful, paid attention to your needs, to whatever you were saying and remembered the smallest things you said randomly, he was funny and he never failed to amaze you.

But still, he wasn’t Pablo.

“Pedri, no lo sé” You had said

“This is your chance. It’s not like you might end up married to him anyway! Or you will… Who knows? Don't take it as a rebound kind-of thing. But maybe you can forget about Pablo, reconnect your friendship and at the same time have a lovely relationship with a guy who’s clearly into you”

And that’s how you started dating Samuel. And that’s also how you got into the present day.

“But you know he will” You spoke

“Gotta start making up the whole ‘Older-brother’ talk thing”

“Please, don’t scare him away. He’s really nice, I like him” You immediately said making Pedri laugh out loud while shaking his head a little. When a message pulled up in your screen.

Pablo Páez Are you coming to the Supercopa España? I know we aren’t in the best terms but I would love to see my favorite girl cheering for me on a live game… It’s been a while since you’ve done that.

“What’s up?”

“Pablo’s asking me if I’m going to the Supercopa” You said showing the message to Pedri who had been playing FIFA with you for about an hour ago

Pedri shrugged his shoulders “You wanna tell him?”

“I wanna surprise him” Silence filled the room

“You know even if he tries to hide it” Pedri started “, he’s not doing fine. He misses you a lot. A whole lot” You sighed

“I miss him too” You nodded sadly “I shouldn’t have said anything”

“No. You should have and you did. Feelings are the best when they’re being let out”

“But at what cost? I ruined my friendship with him and it’s not something you can easily go at it again. It’ll take me so much time to forget about those feelings I have for Pablo, Pedri. Maybe he feels guilty, awkward, I don't know... It’ll take a lot of time of being at that level we were once. You know it. I know it. Hell, even Pablo knows it. But it’s too hard being all in one day and suddenly stop being there”

“But you will do” Pedri said putting a hand on your thigh “I fully believe you will get, both of you, your feelings straight and keep on with that beautiful friendship you both have” Pedri nodded smiling lightly “I still think he’s in love with you but hasn’t realized”

“I still don’t think he is but who cares now?” You shrugged your shoulders  

“I’m just afraid he’ll realize it when it’s too late to try anything” Your eyes moved to Pedri’s as you both stared at each other in silence

“If” You start pausing to take a deep breath “If he does have feelings for me” You said slowly “I hope he realizes them quickly” Your phone dinged once more making you part your eyes from Pedri

A light smile made its way to your face seeing Samuel’s name pop up on your screen

Samu✨💖 Walking down the street, I saw a cute puppy. It reminded me of Aladdin, hope he’s feeling better. PS: I got him some treats for tomorrow when I see him. And don’t worry, I also got you a little present, couldn’t forget about you.

You sighed watching those two names on your home screen “Because I’m really liking Samuel and it’ll be hard for Pablo if I move on”

“Hard as in?”

“As in completely erasing myself from his life for a long and indeterminate amount of time, until I’m entirely happy and healed” Your eyes locked with Pedri’s as both of you sighed

“Do whatever you feel better doing, bonita” Pedri said slowly and in a low tone “Just know I’m gonna be here for you, always”

________

“Y/N!” Belén, Pablo’s mom said making you turn your head towards her with a smile on your face

“Belén!” You exclaimed happy to see the olderly woman approaching her to hug her tightly

“¡Que te has desaparecido, niña!” (It’s been a while, baby!) You laughed lightly

“I know” You whine “Y lo siento muchísimo. Es que he estado un poco ocupada con mis cosas en la Uni, Pablo ha estado ocupado en los entrenos y no hemos tenido mucho tiempo juntos desde hace un tiempito” (And I’m truly sorry. I’ve been so busy with College, Pablo has been busy with trainings and we haven’t spend time together in a while) You tried to come up with a little lie but you knew better

“I know that. Pablo told me what happened” You sighed a little “It must have been really hard for you, my dear”

“A lot” You whispered sadly “I just thought… For a second, he would feel the same”

“We thought so too. You acted like a couple. Pablo, Aurora and I actually thought you were already together” You smiled sadly at the thought of that “How’d you handled it?”

“Pretty bad in the first month but Pedri dragged me out of my house and I’ve slowly come back into what I was” She smiled grabbing your hand “And Pablito?”

She sighed “I think Pedri must have told you, hadn’t he?” You nodded lightly “He still isn’t taking it too well. Sometimes I catch him looking through your photos together” You sighed feeling bad for your best friend “He was way too moody during the World Cup”

“I can only imagine” You both laughed lightly “I was busy with Uni, it wasn’t a lie” You began “… But I also wasn’t ready to face him; I mean… I’m barely starting to get over him with a very few baby steps. Pedri invited me but I came here to surprise him actually, he doesn’t know I’m here, I told him I would try and do my best to come and I can sense he got angry at me. I have never missed one of his matches and to miss all these…”

“It took a toll on him” She ended as you nod lightly

“I do miss him a lot and besides everything I don’t want him to think we’re done. Because we aren’t. I just need myself time” You explained “And I wanna start making things right, he doesn’t love me” You said laughing without humor “And I’ve got to accept that even if I don’t like to. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop being there for him. And I’m here to prove that to him. I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend but I’m not quitting on our friendship”

Belén said nothing but hug you tightly “Pablo does love you, dear”

“Not in the way I would love him to”

“There’s no one better for him than you” You shook your head disagreeing with her

“I’m not his person, Belén” And with that you broke the hug

“He hasn’t realized”

You were tired of hearing that.

“And I don’t think he will because I’m just not it for him. I cannot force him. He may be sad at the fact I was in love with him, that he broke me unconsciously and that he might lose me as his best friend but he doesn’t see me like that”

“Y/N” She began when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, you turn around to face Samuel with two water bottles

“Me he perdido de regreso. Todo se ve azul, rojo y blanco” (I got lost on my way back. Everything is blue, red and white colors) You laugh lightly accepting the water

“Thank you so much, Samu” You kissed his cheek, right on where his dimples show making him, pull you closer to him.

“Disculpa, ¿Interrumpí algo?” (I’m sorry, I interrupted something?) He asked feeling a bit guilty

You turned to Belén who was looking at you with a light smile.

“Not at all, hijo” She said

“Samu, she’s Belén, my best friend’s mom” You introduced her taking a deep breath “Belén, he’s Samuel Carnevale, my boyfriend” You watched at how her face fell a bit but quickly covered it up

“Nice to meet you, miss”

“Igualmente cariño” (Likewise, dear) She said slowly nodding

“Y/I, want me to save you the seat?” You nod eagerly to hear Belén’s thoughts

“He looks like a nice lad” She said when he left you again, you nod

“He is” You mumble

“I’m happy you’re moving on” She said, you felt relieved to hear those words “Still a bit sad I’m not going to be your mom-in-law” She laughed lightly as you smiled without showing your teeth

“She can still marry me” You heard Aurora say from behind her mom’s back

“When’s the wedding?” You replied watching them laugh. Aurora stepped over to hug you as you hugged her back tightly

“My brother is stupid”

“Don’t say that” You defended him “It’s not his fault” You shrugged your shoulders letting go of her

“He seems like a nice guy” She looked over at Samuel who was laughing with Fernando, Pedri’s older brother

“He is” You nodded with a smile

“I hope everything works out for you, Y/I” Aurora said “And hopefully we’ll see you more around in the house. Pablo isn’t the only one who misses you”

“I’ll try, cariño” You said gripping her arm a bit “It was lovely seeing you again, we must hang out later” You say ready to go. Both of them nodded hugging you once more

And with that you walked back towards Sam and Fer, feeling all kind of emotions thanks to their words and making up something in your mind for when you see Pablo.

You couldn’t keep on with your thoughts because the game had started, the tension was feeling in the air, it was the final of La Supercopa, both teams wanted to win it and only one could be the one who raised it and proclaiming the champion title.  And you wanted so badly to be Barcelona that one

Robert had the ball on his feet, he was dribbling among the players and into the penalty section of the Madrid, when he passed the ball to Gavi who hit it and the ball went inside the net. A roar of cheers, applauses and screams were heard across the stadium, the Barcelona fans cheering in happiness as they took the lead on the board.

 Gavi grabbed his shirt and kissed it, his signature celebration, his teammates went over to him and cheered with him, Pedri high fived him and hugged him and he must have told him something because after their hug Gavi’s eyes dance across the stadium until they landed on you.

His smile grew bigger and blew you a kiss while pointing at you, he also went ahead and did your initial. You smiled clapping and cheering louder for him.

At minute 45, Robert scored once more with an assist of Gavi and in the second time at minute 69, Pedri scored with the board on 3 for them and 0 for Madrid. The final result was 1-3, meaning Barcelona had won.

The player’s family went down, you shyly made your way towards the pitch as well but feeling extremely proud for your boys.

The first one you saw was Ansu and you threw yourself at him, laughing and cheering on the win for a few seconds before you saw Balde, Araujo and Lewy, you congratulated them as well.

When you saw Pedri, he opened his arms and you ran towards him

“¡YO SABÍA QUE GANARÍAN!” (I knew you guys would win) You yelled in excitement as Pedri hugged you tightly “You did it and I’m so proud of you” You kissed his sweaty cheek several times as he rocked you both side to side “That goal was amazing, Pepi”

“Gracias, bonita. It felt amazing to score” You smiled widely

You hadn’t seen Pablo and you were having an intern battle of seeing him, congratulating him and at the same time not do it.

“You look really happy” Samuel said grabbing your hand in his as your eyes roamed around for Gavi

“I am happy. Not only my club won but also my best friends did. It feels like a dream come true” You said looking at him with a smile on when you turned your head you saw him, he was hugging his sister

“Go and say hello to him” Samuel said kissing your cheek “I’ll be next to you”

Letting go of Samuel’s hand, you walked until being two meters away from him, Belén saw you and pointed at Gavi to turn around, when he did, he was confused until his eyes were on you.

His expression fell a bit before he let a smile out, he turned around to walk but when you started walking too, he started jogging and soon running until, you doing the same and eventually you crashed into each other.

You couldn’t lie. It felt good being back in his arms. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face into the crock of your neck, yours around his shoulder and giving light touches in his hair

“I’m sorry” He said whispering in your ear “I’m truly sorry” You shushed him

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it” You shook your head “I’m here now”

“I missed you so much” He whispered once more pulling you even closer to him, at this point you were a bit arched, with him leaning onto you; with your waist touching his, torso touching his, chest touching his and heads into the others neck.

“Don’t leave me ever again” Pablo said

“I’m not” You said pulling away a little but he didn’t moved an inch “Pabs”

“No” He shook his head “I’m truly sorry, I should-” You cut him off

“Pablo, it’s okay, I’m here now” Your hand went to the sides of his head “Look at me please” You whispered and he after a few seconds obliged, pulling his forehead into yours “I’m not leaving you”

“It felt like hell not seeing you in the stands, it felt horrible not seeing you at our trainings but it felt even worse you not talking to me at all”

“Sorry” That’s all you managed to say, you caressed his dirty stained cheeks leaning up to kiss his cheek and come back pull your forehead into his. You were looking into each other’s eyes, when you felt Pablo slowly lean in

And that’s when you felt a presence and pulled away from him

Pablo looked confused, his arms still around you while yours fell from his body.

“Hey” Samuel said smiling lightly "Tremendo juego hiciste el día de hoy. ¡Felicidades!" (Such a good game you did today. Congratulations!)

“Hola” Pablo said “Amigo, disculpa, en estos momentos estoy con mi familia disfrutando, puedo darte un autógrafo más tarde, y… ¿Podrías traerme una botella de agua?” (Mate, sorry, I’m enjoying with my family right now, I can sign something for you later, also… Would you bring me a bottle of water?)

“Él no trabaja aquí, Gavi” (He doesn’t work here, Pablo) You said untangling yourself from him

“¿Ah no? Disculpa” Pablo said smiling tightly, hand reaching up to grab yours but you crossed your arms in front of your chest “And who are you?” Pablo asked mirroring your actions but giving you a look

“Samuel, this is my best friend, Pablo Páez or better known as Pablo Gavi” You announced unlinking one of your arms to pull Samuel next to you. It was Samuel’s turn “And Pablito… This is Samuel Carnevale… My boyfriend”

At the moment you said that, you could see Pablo’s face scrunching up, he was confused and his jaw clenched, just like how it did when he was angry

“What?” Pablo asked in disbelief after a few seconds

You sighed “This is my boyfriend, Samuel Carnevale” You announced once more

“Boyfriend?” You nod repeated times

Gavi's eyes danced in between Samuel and your face, he looked for any sign of you joking with him. But found none.

This couldn't have happened to him. You had a boyfriend? Why? Why now he realized his feelings for you? Was this a kind of sick prank? If it was he wasn't liking it and wanted it to stop now.

The emotion he felt for winning the Supercopa went away when he saw you holding hands with him.

"Really?" He asked impressed trying to put on a happy face but it looked somehow as if he was in pain

And he was. Sentimentally he was.

He felt like he could cry a river to cover the whole European continent, he felt sick, his stomach felt funny, his head felt spinning and it wasn't definitely for the excitement of winning

He felt lost

"That's-" He cut himself off, he couldn't say it was good because it wasn't good but he also couldn't say it was bad because it would hurt you even more.

You'd think he was selfish. And he truly wanted to be, but not after what happened between the two of you.

Thankfully a voice pulled him out of the situation, the three of you turning your heads to see Pedri coming over

"Buenas noches!" He said grinning from ear to ear "Sorry to interrupt anything"

Please, don't be. Pablo thought

"But we need to go so they can give us the medals and lift the trophy" Gavi nodded relieved

He had never wanted to escape from a moment with you more than he does now

However, he watched you smile and nod at him "Go ahead, Martín" You kick his leg a little "Congratulations on winning, by the way. I'm so proud of you" Pablo smiled nodding at you

You stepped forward and hugged him once more you couldn't help yourself but wanted to embrace him

"I don't plan on ruining tonight for you, but I think you know we need to talk" You whispered against his ear as he nodded tightening his hold on you, now it was his turn, he kissed your cheek repeated times making you giggle

"Stop that" You asked laughing "Go" You untangled yourself from him forcing him to leave his hold on you.

"Meet me in a hour and a half in the tunel, okay?" You nod smiling, one of Pablo's hands went up to the side of your face and pulled a stray of hair away from your face, making you freeze in the beggining but retracted a bit

Pablo's hand fell at his side as he was confused and shocked, he felt a sting hit in his chest and his breathing got a bit uneven, he took deep breaths and let out the air he was holding in. He nodded not knowing what to do, he had never felt this way around you not even when you confessed your feelings for him, so, he just walked side by side with Pedri to grab their medals

"You okay?" Pedri asked next to him as Pablo lightly shook his head

"...No" He looked over to where you were standing, in the middle of the Páez and González family.

He felt the same sting in his chest when you retracted from his touch but the sting made itself pronounced when he saw Samuel pull you into his embrace and you making yourself comfortable in the boys's arms while cheering for them.

Those should've been his arms, not some random man ones, but he had been too stubborn to realize it. And meanwhile you were happy and moving on, it was his time to watch from the sidelines and get hurt

________

You were waiting for him to come out of the dressing room but it seemed like it wasn't happening any time soon. Everyone had left only the staff being present and a few of the players's family.

So you decided to walk around for a bit, you came up the tunnel finding the place where the players go out to the pitch. You walked it finding the empty stadium, it looked pretty when no one was around and you enjoyed it more this way but it looked even better with people in the stands supporting their clubes and wearing a certain color.

"I remember you being noisy" You turn around at hearing his voice "I just didn't knew how much" You smiled lightly watching Pablo walk a few steps more to join you "This is beautiful" You nod agreeing

"Yes, it is" You smiled lightly "Mostly when it's quiet"

Silence took over the two of you for a while, none of you knowing how to start

"You are looking pretty" He said randomly as you smiled lightly

"Thanks, you looking nice too"

"It felt nice seeing you up there once more" you hum pursing your lips a bit

"It felt nice being back there once more" You smiled taking a deep breath

"So... You have a boyfriend?" He asked the first thing that had came into his mind, you nod once more

"I do" You smile at the though of your blondie, he had gone to the hotel with Pedri's family much to his disagreement, he didn't wanted to leave you alone but he understood you had something serious to talk with Pablo

"Since when?"

"Since December"

Pablo nodded, looking down at his feet

"I missed you" He said

"I missed you too"

"Didn't seem like you did"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You weren't answering my texts, nor my calls and whenever I tried to go into your apartment, the security guards didn't let me in!"

"Well I told you I needed time and you accepted it"

"You ghosted me!"

"And I'm terribly sorry! I was heartbroken and I didn't precisely wanted to the see the guy who provoked it uncounsiously!"

"Were you really? Because all I could see was you from a party to another and to another! It definitely didn't look like you were heartbroken!"

"But I was and still am, Pablo!" When he heard you exclaim his first name once more, he knew he had fucked it up again. You already had called him with a nickname or one of his others names

"What did you want me to do?" You ask in between laughter "Stay at home crying? Feeling miserable because I made the biggest mistake ever? And of all of the persons in Barcelona I went ahead and fell in love with you? But still I went and did nothing to change it? And when I try you absolutely do nothing but say 'you were just from a party to another, you didn't missed me' Of fucking course I missed you!" You were laughing but in reality you were close to the verge of crying

"Hell you've been a constant person in my life for twelve years, Pablo!" You looked at him "No one has ever me stuck with me that much, besides my family of course, but you! To have you next to me 25/8 like we used to be and then out of nowhere not having you at all, also affected me! A lot! I know I provoked that and I'm sorry! I don't control the way I feel it just happened!"

"And I just wanted to let it out! Of course I was secretly hoping you'd say I'm in love with you too, but it wasn't the case and I've been dealing with it and finally made peace with that and I'm here tonight to tell you that I want my best friend back! That I'm moving on from it and that we may not end up together but I don't care about that anymore I just want you to know that I'm not giving up on our friendship, Gavi. Never. I'm back if you want me to be"

Pablo grabbed one of your arms and pulled you into him, you hugged his torso inmediately as he hugged you tighter

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Pablo repeatedly leaving kisses in every place reachable for him, your neck, your cheek, eyelid, eyebrows, your ear, your temple, hairline, forehead, all of that without letting you go "I just missed you so much, I was having it bad and seeing you living your life as if you've never missed me broke me completely" He whispered sniffing "Of course I want you back, I love you so much, mi niña" He kissed you repeatedly as you hide your face in the crock of his neck

You didn't know but he just proclaimed his love for you, more than a friendly way, but decided against saying it out loud.

As much as it hurt him, he was the cause of the pain you've gone through these past months and now you were back into his arms and life, he wasn't going to fuck it up.

Two Weeks Later

"C'mon!" Pablo whined in the couch "I SWEAR TO GOD I WON PEDRI IN FIFA LAST TIME!"

"Maybe I was having compassion with you, Pablito" All of the presents in the room laughed as Pablo threw the control in anger to the couch

He went to the kitchen in hopes of finding a snack that could help his sour mood right now when he heard your laugh.

You were at Pedri's for a get-together. Now that you and Pablo mended things up you were spending more and more time together, the guys loving it since they had no more grumpy Pablo and a heartbroken you. And they were happy since they added one more person to your guys group. Samuel.

The guys loved him, of course the poor lad had to pass a test made by Pedri and the guys that joined him, but once that finished the guys cheered for you both and approved Samuel.

So, that meant he was also there with you in your get-togethers

It wasn't easy for Pablo now that he had discovered his true feelings for you, he always made sure to try and not look at the two of you when you were being affectionate. But it was hard, the damn fucker made you happy, your smile when you were around Samuel was three times bigger than usual and even tho Pablo loved to see that kind of smile on your pretty face, he wanted to be the one and produce it.

He couldn't help but walk over where the two of you were sitting a bit parted from the group since you had a bit of headache but didn't wanted to ruin the guys fun

You were reclined on the couch as Samuel was lying in between your legs with his face pressed into your chest, your hands were around his neck as his were around your torso, he was apparently telling you something funny to make you laugh like that.

The mood Pablo had from his mates teasing got worse when he saw you kissing Samuel. He knew he wasn't in place to reclaim something but he wanted to go there and push the guy out of your body.

Samuel's phone dinged as he sighed, if Pablo listened right he said something among the lines of "I have to go home, my little brother fell and sprained his ankle"

Pablo thanked his little brother but forgot you had to answer

"Oh god is Marcelo okay? Fucking hell, that doesn't look good. Let's go" At hearing that Pablo sighed. You were too caring, too lovely... Too perfect for this world to be true.

"Don't worry, princesa" He saw how Samuel wanted to get up but you tightened your holds on your hands and crossed your legs behind his back "Y/N" Samuel laughed

"What?" You asked smiling innocently

"This is a get-together with your friends, I don't want you to miss the fun to be in an hospital for god-knows-how-long with my screaming and annoying little brother-OW!"

"Marcelo is lovely, too bad he's only seven years old, I would've gone for him"

"You're so on" And then he heard your hysterical laughter once more and pleads for him to stop tickling you.

Pablo turned around and saw his sister standing there with crossed arms "Maldición, joder, Aurora" Pablo cursed out "You almost made me shit my pants"

"What are you doing watching Y/N and her boyfriend?"

"I wasn't watching them"

"I've been standing here like five minutes ago"

Pablo sighed "Okay... Maybe I was watching them"

"Why?" Pablo looked at his sister without saying anything as she soon gasped "No way!" She exclaimed a little too loudly

"Shhhh! Nobody knows it!" Gavi silenced her

"You're in love with Y/N?"

"Shhh!" Gavi shushed her pulling his hand up to his sister's mouth "No one knows it, so could you please be quiet about it?" Aurora nodded

"We neeed to talk" Pablo groaned grabbing his sister hand and bringing her over to Pedri's room "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She said inmediately after Pablo closed the door "She told you her feelings for you and you pushed her away!"

"Back then I didn't realized it! I started knowing right during World Cup, she didn't talked to me back then! It would have been a waste telling her and over text!"

"She called you!"

"I was confused!" Pablo exclaimed "If I had realized even before World Cup I wouldn't even have left Spain, fighting for her, but I realized in the middle of it, then when we were eliminated she sent me three texts and ghosted me once more! I fucked it up not reciprocating her feelings and to try and tell her over text: Hey, I realized I'm in love with you. Sorry for the pain I caused you back then. That would've been the worst thing ever! I've seen enough movies, TV shows and I have been with you and her for so long to know exactly what to do and what not to do!"

"When I saw her at the Supercopa I proposed myself to tell her, I wanted to kiss her when I saw her, when I held her I wanted to tell her everything and let her do whatever she wanted to and with me but then she appeared with that guy and with a light smile on, she told me 'He's my boyfriend' I wanted to die at that moment" Pablo shook his head running his fingers through his hair "I have put her through enough pain to just let that wound come back again! She seems happy with him and meanwhile he makes her happy, make her feel loved then I should be as well"

"You're going to love her from far away?" Pablo nodded with his hands on his face, he wanted to cry

"I think I lost my chance, rora"

"You haven't" Aurora said "She still loves you"

"But she's with him" Gavi looked at his sister, tears scaped from his eyes "I won't ruin that for her, I won't be the reason she's sad again" He shook his head "I will be there for her for everything and anything she needs me for, but I'm not ruining her relationship. I'll just wait for her, I'll wait"

Aurora was surprised by the determination on her younger brother, not suttering at all with his words, still, she felt proud, he knew he fucked up but also, he knew how to mend it and wait.

"Have patience, Pabs" She told him hugging her brother tightly "A lot of patience, you'll need it" Pablo nodded reciprocating the hug

"I will" He laughed

He was known for not having an ounce of patience, but he would gain the world's whole patience only for you. And he will do.

After having a moment, Gavi washed his face with water and headed down, to find no Samuel but you still laid on the sofa, he contemplated the fact of going towards the guys who probably will keep making fun of his bad FIFA skills or be with you.

Guess what he decided?

"Buenas" He said with a light smile catching your attention

"Hey, señorito" You smiled putting down your phone "Everything good?" Gavi nodded "What's up?"

"The guys keep making fun of me for being bad at FIFA" You scrunched your face a little

"I don't buy the 'I beat Pedri' thing either"

"BUT I DID!" He exclaimed making you laugh

"C'mere, Gavs" You fixed your position and patted the space on the couch, he just couldn't resist you so he ended up sitting next to you "The only one who can bully you it's me, so let's just sit here for a while and watch funny Tik Tok videos and cute puppy reels" He smiled sitting next to you

"Only because you said cute puppy reels" You smirked leaning over a bit for the two of you to see properly your phone screen

After an hour and half of watching funny videos on your phone, laughing, making comments and sometimes getting sad when something emotional happened, somehow you guys ended up cuddled up into each other.

You leaned into Gavi's chest, sat in between his legs as his back rested in the arm rest, his legs streched out as yours were pulled up at your chest, his arms wrapped around your frame.

Gavi stopped for a second, hearing you laugh, he smiled looking down at you, he indeed was stupid enough for not realizing his feelings soooner.

If he had done that, you could probably be like this but with another status, he sighed lightly accepting for now the fact you were with someone else but as you leaned more into him uncounsciously, giving him a smell of the delicious TRESemmé oil elixir you put to protect your hair and that he often found himself stealing a bit from, he realized he would fight for you, always. To have you by his side and make you happy.

Gavi kissed your hair and temple a couple of times before tightening his hold on you

"Something's wrong?" You ask lightly as he shakes his head

"...Don't think so"

One thing people also known Gavi for was that he was determinated, he never stopped until he had what he wanted.

And he wanted you.

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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It’s just that… you don’t really get along all that well, do you? At least, that’s what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers, slooow burn, language, rpf, fem!reader, smut

Author’s note: part nine! wtf! crazy. Are we ready, girlies? Because it's go time!

Wordcount: 4.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

Never before had you ever experienced self-restraint controlled quite this fucking poorly. 

Joe started it. This was definitely all his fault, because he got all close. Told you that he had noticed your blush creeping down your neck as your chest flushed, and when that pulled a whimper from you - a fucking whimper, you were so embarrassing, oh my God - Joe was on you. 

Softly, at first. All tender, like every single touch was one too many. A light brush to your face. A barely there kiss where Joe fit your bottom lip in between his and held it there a second. Fluttering eyelashes that left butterfly kisses over a cheekbone - it all started very carefully and weirdly intimate. Like he was scared to break you.

And then you got all dumb, didn't you? You still had a bunch of angry energy to get out, and Joe could fuck right off being all sweet all of the sudden. You had only been able to take about eight seconds of it before you grabbed hold of Joe by the skull and forcefully pulled him into you.

You were all full of things you needed Joe to get out of you. Joe being all caring about it almost felt a little... mocking.

Here was this guy who, through his actions, made sure that you fully understood that he was just mildly tolerating being around you because of who the two of you were friends with. For years it had been like that. Joe would very rarely even look you in the eye, even acknowledge that you were a part of the group.

And now he was being all sweet, suddenly?

When he had you squirming in the backseat of a taxi?

Blushing from the top of your head down all the way to your toes?

This was when Joe was going to be soft and caring and delicate with you?

After you'd just shouted at each other? In front of Poppy and Mark?

Absolutely not.

Joe could keep all of his considerate actions for all you cared. This wasn't the time for them. It put Joe one step ahead of you, like how the person who stays calm in a fight has the upper hand, and you didn't appreciate it. Only got you angrier.

And then Joe sort of just... went with it.

Let you pull him into you forcefully. Let you claw your hands around his neck. Let you pull him out of the car when you were dropped off at your flat, and let you push him into your home before you slammed the front door behind you.

For a moment, you looked at him in your hallway. His lips all red from making-out, his hair disheveled from your hands messing it all up and the buttons of his shirt about halfway undone because that was how far you'd gotten.

Joe didn't move. Didn't make any moves. Looked a bit like a four-year-old waiting for his mother to pick him up from nursery. Little boy with a little backpack, face a little worried but not willing to show too much for fear of appearing too vulnerable. Big boys didn't cry.

Joe waited to see what you'd do.

Good, you thought. I'm the one in charge here.

You were winning a contest that clearly wasn't even one, but that didn't matter. Because nothing ever was a contest. You were just like that, and fuck, you loved winning.

You took a few running steps and jumped, trusting Joe would catch you, which, he did, with willing arms, and you latched yourself onto his face again. Jesus, you wanted your face on his face forever. It was a shame that Joe didn't like you. You know, not generally. Not as a person, anyway.

For now, you could pretend that he did, though.

With you in his arms, Joe started moving, and took steps in exactly the wrong direction. You didn't stop him until you were stood in your kitchen, and you pulled Joe's head back by his hair.

"Don't judge," you panted into his mouth before kissing him again. "I didn't know I was going to have people over."

Joe had no idea what you were talking about, until he got a chance to let his eyes wander around.

Your place was a right mess. Random shit strewn about, dirty dishes, evidence of takeaways, empty coke zero cans - lots of things just placed down in all the wrong spots that you'd get to later.

"Oh my Go–" Joe's grip on you loosened, and your feet found the floor again.

"I said don't judge,"

You wanted to bite Joe to distract him, so you did. You bit his lip, not harshly, but it was definitely not a friendly nibble. It was enough to leave temporary marks, and you expected Joe to react in some way. To at least maybe sort of chuckle? Or grunt? But he didn't. He just... fully accepted what you were doing and completely went with it.

With an arm behind you, you swiped some empty takeaway boxes into the sink.

You were going to fuck Joe in your dirty kitchen.

Posh, clean, designer-outfit Joe was going to have to fucking deal with your filth and, oh my God, you were definitely winning.

You hopped onto the counter, and Joe helped you a little, pushed you back so there'd be no chance of you slipping back off. You hooked your legs back around him, and then moved his hands away from your hips.

He was fast to move them to your jaw, to cup your face, but you used both your hands to get his away once more.

"So, you don't hate me, huh?" you asked as your fingers continued unbuttoning Joe's shirt, until they abandoned their task and found the button of Joe's trousers.

"N-no, I don't," Joe held both hands up and looked down to see you undress him. "I don't, shit, I don't hate you,"

"Prove it," you challenged, roughly tugging at the fabric to reveal Joe was throbbing inside of his underwear.

"Prove you don't hate me," you panted all breathily and made Joe hiss and groan as you placed a firm palm over him. Rubbed him over his boxer briefs, which were calvin klein's because of course they fucking were, and Joe had to hold onto the counter either side of you, his expression contorting.

"Prove. It." you hissed through your teeth, stilling your hands and now waiting for Joe to take charge. You'd gotten him this far, now he could show you just how much he didn't hate you all by himself.

But he didn't.

"Hmm?" you tried for eye-contact, but Joe's head was tipped down as he was breathing heavily.

He needed a moment, because, what the fuck was happening right now?!

Back in the black cab, where he had sat down and buckled up after climbing over you, Joe had Poppy's words in his ears still.

"She's fine! She's an adult woman with a sex life!"

And she'd said it just after Mark made a comment on you ending up in Joe's bed and unknowingly, she'd opened about nine doors in Joe's mind. Doors that had been closed, locked and bolted shut for ages. It took just one comment from Poppy, drunk or not, for those doors to be blown from their hinges and now, here he was... making out with you in your kitchen. Your hands all over him. Your breath on his face. Your tongue in his mouth. Your fingers unbuttoning trousers, and... Poppy didn't care. Didn't mind at all. Was all casual about it.

"She can decide for herself,"

You could. Did. Were currently doing.

But, Jesus Christ, just... give him a minute!

Joe remained still for too long, and you kind of thought, oh no, maybe you weren't actually winning, but were very quickly spiraling into losing.

So then you squeezed him, too close to the tip, and Joe growled. He shut his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose for just a second as you waited with a smug little smile on your face.

Joe'd eyes flicked up at you, and you saw it.

The change.

"Fuck it," Joe then muttered and pulled you forward by the hips, crashing you into him and the way you had tried to make Joe kiss you was exactly what he was giving you now.

Filthy open-mouthed tongue fucking. Absolutely obscene noises ripped from the both of you, and Joe started pulling on your top, started getting you out of your clothes and yes, this was exactly what you wanted.

It took seconds for you to be manhandled out of enough clothes before you got pulled from the counter and Joe turned you around.

Yes.

Yes.

Exactly what you wanted.

You felt Joe's elbow press into your back before his hand found the back of your neck for his fingers to curl around as he pushed you forward, bending you over slightly. Then another arm found its way around your hips and touched you in between your legs and Joe moaned.

Silky soft.

Warm.

Wet.

Joe moaned just from the slick feel of you, and you felt his forehead fall against your shoulder.

"Come on," you encouraged, impatiently pushing your ass into him.

With just the bottom two buttons of his shirt still done up, Joe pushed himself in between your thighs slowly.

This was a huge deal, and if he was honest, Joe needed time to process. Time he wasn't granted, because you had no idea, but shit. Just how often had he thought about this? Had he dreamt about this? And how convinced had he been that that's what it would always be: just dreams? You'd been off-limits. Sickeningly out of bounds.

Joe had always been so sure that even getting somewhat close to where he was right this very second would absolutely ruin his friendship with Poppy, which... which felt so silly now.

Joe was such an idiot.

"Joe, if you're not going to fucking prove to me that–"

You were cut off and gasped at the intrusion. Joe pushed himself inside and took his sweet time. Soft stuttered breathing and repressed whimpering came from behind you as he inched his way in, and you felt his hands shake.

If you didn't know better, this felt a lot like a seventeen-year-old trying his best to not blow his load within twenty seconds.

So, when Joe didn't start moving, you did.

Groans fell from Joe's lips as he tipped his head back and tried wrapping his head around where he was right now. What he was doing right now. Who he was doing right now.

Fireworks went off in his brain. All of the shades of all of the colours danced behind his eyelids. Orchestras played the most beautiful symphonies.

Why had he waited so long for this?

Why had he not made a move so much sooner?

Wait.

Why had you so willingly given in so quick?

Joe knew exactly why he had waited so long for this, knew precisely why he'd not made a move so much sooner, but, a huge factor of that was the fact that he made himself very unlikable around you. Joe had made sure to be awful. Unpleasant. Distant and cold.

Why the fuck were you even on board with any of this?

Joe got into his head, and got stuck there immediately. He thought of all the evenings you'd spent as far apart from one another as possible, opposite ends of the room. Of the awkward almost-fights the two of you had had. Of you almost leaving his house after he had made a misplaced joke. Of you leaving the pub. Of you silently scoffing at him every time you gave him a once-over.

Joe had done everything in his power to make sure you didn't like him.

And sure, this whole wedding thing had maybe changed that a little. You'd become a little friendlier. A bit more than just cordial and polite. Had had a few moments that could be described as things friends would do. Like that moment you had outside the wedding boutique. Or you know, the pulling him into his bed–

No.

Shit.

Hang on.

Joe was fucking it up.

Joe was fucking everything up.

Joe was fucking everything up royally.

Had you not fucking told him? Warned him? Opened up and showed him a little part of you that he very conveniently seemed to have forgotten about? Had told you about how guys – men – used to take your invitation for friendship for something that it clearly wasn't? How they'd be your friend until they'd reveal ulterior motives?

Joe didn't want to add to the hurt.

Didn't want to prove you right and scar you further.

Couldn't be one of those guys.

He'd seen you cry over it. Had seen why Mark protected you the way he did.

This was meant to be the romantic start of something. Not a one-and-done sort of frustration-fuck that he now clearly saw was what you were treating this as.

He should've fucking listened to Mark.

Meanwhile, you had no clue how Joe's mind was quite literally spiraling out of control.

You noticed Joe got into it, had started thrusting after you had helped him start off, but it only lasted for like... maybe a minute or two. You'd barely picked up a good pace before Joe pulled out and turned you back around to face him.

Joe kissed you again, and you were quick to sling your arms around his neck and get straight back into the nasty open-mouthed making out you were doing before. Joe was a good kisser, and although you rather had him focus attention to... other parts of your body, you kind of loved how into kissing Joe got. And so you allowed yourself to drown in it. Kind of lost yourself in it, a little bit.

Joe didn't stop kissing, but you felt him shift.

Felt him bend down just a little, for just a second, his lips not detaching from your lips throughout any of it.

And then you heard a zipper. And you looked.

Joe was getting himself dressed again, boner neatly tucked away in his underwear, now back inside his trousers.

Um. What the fuck.

"I'm... I'm sorry, but..."

Joe didn't finish that sentence. You did that for him, mentally. But I actually do hate you. Just realised. Whoops.

"What?" your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes fluttered between his, hoping you wouldn't find the answers you'd come up with yourself.

"I don't think... this– this isn't..."

Your arms slowly lowered as Joe stumbled to find the right words.

"Joe,"

You looked at him kindly as you cupped his face with both your hands. Whatever Joe was thinking, you knew it to be wrong, and hoped that a little smile from you would help convince him.

Joe shook his head a little as he frowned, looking down at the floor as he remained quiet. Mind racing, and yet once more, not sharing his initial thoughts because Joe never fucking did.

You were totally fine with Joe not being into you. He didn't need to be. He just... needed to get you off, in your kitchen, right now, because Joe was hot and he'd gotten you all riled up.

So, you moved in to kiss him.

But then he moved and turned his head away from you and stepped back.

"No," your voice sounded like you didn't understand what was happening right now.

And yea, that checked out, because you didn't.

"I'm sorry, I– um, I will... yea," Joe took more steps backwards and felt in his pocket for his phone which he found. "I'll see you. Around, I mean."

You were too stunned to speak and just stared at him. Half naked. One boob outside of your bra, the other still tucked away. In your dirty kitchen.

Joe gave you a final, small nod before he turned on his heel and just... left.

Walked right out.

You thought it was a joke, a bad cruel practical joke, until you heard your front door fall shut behind him.

It left you in a bad mood for days. And it was worse, because, who were you going to tell? Not Mark. Definitely not Poppy.

There was no one else to tell. So instead, it festered. The shame and embarrassment of it all rotted inside you and now the wedding was getting close and you still had to talk about your speeches.

No one had ever walked out on you mid-fuck.

You could agree that, had Joe not walked out on you mid-fuck, seeing him again would still be awkward.

But this.

This brought everything to a whole different level. A level you didn't even know existed before he'd stuttered some weird barely-there apology and then just... left you. Drunk and naked and horny.

If he thought your kitchen was too gross to have sex in, he could've just said that. Didn't need to get all weird over it.

It wasn't you who had climbed into a taxi with him.

You'd gone over so many reasons, but came up empty every single time, besides, you know, the simple conclusion.

Joe didn't actually like you.

He didn't want to be your friend and was only being nice because he felt obligated to be so. And, also, he was a huge dick. Had one, too. You hated that you knew that now.

About two and half weeks from the wedding, you assembled the groom and all the groomsmen for their last suit fittings. You'd also fit your dress, but you were doing that by yourself, later. You knew the colour of it matched their suits perfectly; Mark was going to wear a vintage dark plum suit that almost looked brown. Gorgeous. You loved it.

Mark looked so good in it, too.

The groomsmen, and thus you as the best men too, were all in a lighter shade of it, but wore a dark tie to match Mark's suit. You'd wear a lipstick in the same shade because there was not a chance you were going to get some godawful brooch to pin onto a tit. No way.

And, you had insider info on the colour of the bridesmaids dresses - and thus Joe's suit - and they were of a similar shade, a little less brown, but more muted.

It all mixed together in a beautiful palette, because the bouquets the girls - and Joe - were going to be holding, held every single shade of plum, burgundy and wine-coloured flowers. It would be a perfectly balanced picture, all of you together, you were sure of it.

This last fitting was just a formality, really.

Everyone was on time too, which was good. But you were still grumpy, and had been for days.

"What's up?" Mark asked, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

"Nothing," you lied. "Work's a bitch right now." More lies. Work was actually totally fine for once.

"Can't be that bad," Mark was being helped into his jacket and looked so fucking dapper. Even without his facial hair trimmed properly into shape, he looked sharp.

"Well, it is."

You saw Mark frown, but pretended you didn't. You hadn't seen Mark a whole lot since the stag do, but every time you had seen each other, your mood had been foul.

"Oh! Mine's missing a button!" Mark's brother shouted and when you rushed over, ready to yell at someone for it, you realised he was holding back his laughter and was very obviously joking.

"Ha, ha, really fucking funny,"

"This one has three arms!"

"I think mine's in the wrong fabric!"

"This one's a dress!"

All of them laughed and tried to get you to laugh along with them. You turned to look back at Mark who was smiling like an idiot. Mark loved his selection of groomsmen, even if you didn't right now.

"You want to get a new set of groomsmen? These ones are broken."

And Mark couldn't help but laugh. Even louder when you didn't as you made your way back over to where he was stood.

"Jesus, come on, cheer up a bit," Mark started. "I'm getting married."

"Yea," you replied and noticed a loose thread sticking up from his shoulder seam. "And weddings are hard work - stand still," you said, your frown deepening as you pulled the loose bit of thread out.

"My God, someone needs a right good shag," you heard Mark's brother from across the room, earning some snickers from the other men.

"Thank you," you shot back sarcastically, but all you could think was, yea you're fucking right I do, but apparently, men had decided they could just leave right as you were about to.

And then, they'd go back to, oh, you didn't know, staring lovingly at their best friend, perhaps.

Because that's what men did.

At least, that's what a man did.

He'd tell you how alike you were, and then he'd stare at her like she put all the stars up in the sky, and then he'd walk out after dipping his dick into you.

What the fuck was wrong with men?

Make it make sense.

You could feel Mark's eyes burn into your back from the mirror. He was studying your reactions closely, and you didn't like it. You used both hands to wipe across Mark's shoulders and avoided eye contact.

"This looks really good, Mark," you said, turning around to look at the full image of him in the mirror, hoping that changing the topic would work.

It didn't.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark tried, and you looked him in the eye for just a second and quickly worked to soften your expression. Mark looked worried, and you didn't need him worrying over you so close to the best day of his life.

"Fine, no worries."

Mark didn't buy it though. He had known you forever, and could see something was up. Something unwavering, because you'd been in this mood for a bit now.

"Did we fight?"

"What?"

"I barely remember anything from my stag do, but, if I said anything to you that I shouldn't have, please tell me,"

"We didn't fight." You assured him with a smile. "You and Poppy fought, but also made up... with a lot of visible tongue."

Mark grinned at that and wished he remembered that part of the night.

"Right in the middle of the bar. T'was gross, but very romantic."

Mark grinned as you faffed with his tie for a second. Made sure it wasn't crooked.

"You did scare away a random bloke who tried to talk to me, though," you said, and you hoped it would bring some comic relief.

"Oh, ugh," Mark winched and groaned at himself. "Is that why Poppy and I argued?"

You frowned in confusion. Shook your head a little to signal you didn't understand what he meant, which in turn, made Mark sigh.

"Pop's been going on about this for ages, and it's so stupid, because she's wrong. I know she's wrong. It's just that... you just... you do stupid shit when you get drunk."

You gasped.

"I do not,"

"No?"

"If there's one person who does stupid shit when they get drunk, it's you!" you poked a finger into Mark's chest.

"All right," Mark bit back and frowned. "Sure!"

"Who took three belly shots off of that hairy guy who had just asked for your number?" you made your point. "Man was clearly interested in you, and you just went on to suck sambuca right from his navel!"

"Uhh," Mark started, big eyes aimed directly at you. "Who ended up in someone else's bed claiming they just wanted to go for a nap with them?"

Oh shit.

You made big eyes right back.

"Yea. Exactly." Mark had made his point.

Fuck.

You didn't want to get into this. Not right now, and actually, not ever. If Mark was going to ask too many questions, you were going to have to tell him what happened after you left the stag do, and Jesus Christ, you really didn't want to. It was so fucking embarrassing, you really hoped that this time you and Joe did agree and were on the same page about keeping all of that a secret from your friends.

"Pop thinks I don't want you to get with anyone," Mark said, friendlier now. Not as playful as before. "Which is not true. I don't care whose bed you end up in. I just don't want you to do dumb shit. That's all."

For the first time that day, you cracked a little genuine smile.

"Thanks."

"Well, I do care. A little bit. Remember Oliver?"

Ugh. You did. Oliver was the worst.

"Fuck off." you punched Mark in the arm, way too hard, and made him yelp before rubbing his arm over his new suit jacket and replying,

"Hey, that's what friends are for."

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yours

a/n: I MISS HIM YOU GUYS I FUCKING MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE WDYM WE CANT HAVE BENNY CABER AND HIM???? WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN

pairing: luke schenn x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT, yet never actually having p in v because he's literally a tease, possessiveness, oral (f receiving), fingering, technically exhibitionism, pool party, willy being willy

word count: 2.8k

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the sun has been glaring since the early morning rise. although the weather network cannot confirm this, you are highly convinced any skin that reached the bright rays of light when you woke up were subject to a burn straight from the pits of hell.

you might have been overreacting, but that’s truly how this weather made you feel. summer was certainly not your favourite season for this exact reason — and the bugs, which were also very much present on this boiling day.

luke on the other hand, thought it was a gorgeous morning to go for a run. you kissed him extra passionately before he left in fear he might melt before he could even turn back to the house.

while he was gone, you were eyeing the pool luke had added in the backyard. your body was craving a dip into water.

you had let the water submerge you around the middle of the pool for a bit before heading to the side to float against the walls. you had brought out a cocktail for yourself and had it set beside you on top of the cement ground as you had music playing in the background from a tiny speaker.

schenner came back not too long after, stripping himself from his clothes the minute he saw where you were. your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed. so when luke jumped into the pool you were sincerely startled by the splash.

“jesus christ luke, you're gonna give me a heart attack!”

“im sorry, love. just wanted to accompany you.”

you smile at the sight of his grin. that stupidly attractive grin.

you roll your eyes at him and let him give you a kiss. afterwards, luke did a few swimming strokes to cool down his body temperature as well. he comes back over to you as you watched him. he reaches over for the drink to your left and takes the last sip.

you didn't really pay mind to your stolen beverage, as your eyes were focused on his mouth. that being said, you wanted to stay out here with him so you offered to go inside and make more.

“come back here.” luke says, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down to him.

“we have to keep ourselves hydrated, remember.” you said, even though you know alcohol isn't on the preferred list of liquid resources. you allowed yourself to wrap your arms around his neck.

he smiles, “yeah but you’re all i need right now.” he says, giving you a few kisses. you give in, letting yourself hang beside him and talk about whatever comes up.

“its actually great weather for a barbecue today,” you began, letting your fingers play with the water around his hands as you spoke. “why don’t we invite the group over? i'm craving a buffet feast, to be honest.”

“yeah, sure! that’s a good idea, i don't mind a little seasoned steak.” he said with a smile.

you return the smile. “sounds good. i'll call them over.”

you made the move to get out of the pool before luke pulls you back to him again. “i need to get something out of the way first.” he says, grabbing the back of your neck to bring you into a kiss.

your lips curved into a smile before a playful shriek erupted out of you as luke had brought you out of the water to sit on the ground above.

he was quick to discard your bikini bottom, and bring you right to the edge of the pool. your breath hitched at the back of your throat as his face began to inch closer and closer to your core as he laid lingering kisses on your thighs. his hovering breath caused a shiver down your spine. ironic considering how hot it is outside.

once his mouth attached to his desired target you couldn't help but let out a loud moan. nobody could run you to an orgasm, in any way, like luke can. your clit throbbed against his tongue.

his tongue made quick work over you. flicking and sucking at your clit before lapping at your hole as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumped deliciously into your nub and you bit your lip and threw yourself back. “look at me sexy, wanna see that gorgeous face.” he says, his lip grazing your bundle of nerves.

you prop yourself up with your elbows to watch him. your body was tensing within minutes, thighs attempting to close around luke’s head as deep pleasure curled in your stomach.

he let out a low groan when you pushed his head further into you in an attempt to roll your hips. you were trying your best to chase the orgasm that was only minutes away. schenner teased your bud with his teeth and kept his lips wrapped around it in order to suck hard. that was merely enough to have you unravelling directly into his mouth.

“now you can call them.” luke says, grinning.

your chest was heaving as he got out of the pool to sit beside you. “give me a minute—” he kisses your head with a snicker as you try your best to regulate your breath. “fuck” you mumbled.

—

“you’ve got some competition to hold up to.” mitch says as he enters the door. you couldn't help but laugh.

“oh yeah?” luke responds. mitch nodded, “i've had some preeeeeetty fun pool parties myself so… we’ll see,” the goofball grins, holding an inflated beach ball in his arms, as he walks away and steph shakes her head at her husband-to-be.

the rest of the couples began to arrive as well as solo players, and some adorable pups. john was kind enough to bring some extra meat for the barbecue with others bringing appetisers, drinks and sides besides the ones you were already preparing in the kitchen.

luke began firing up the grill with ryan and john as willy picked at the appetisers you were placing on a plate to take out. the rest of the group outside were already mingling with each other.

“did you not have breakfast?” you asked humorously as you watched how the boy in front of you was basically salivating at the food around the two of you. just like the two pups beside him.

“i did eat something… but it wasn't really edible-” he began before giving you a giggle, “you know...”

you scoffed before sharing the snicker with him. you slapped him on the arm playfully.

“help me take them out, you manwhore.” you joked. he laughed, “mm love, you don’t even know.”

you rolled your eyes. but you found william funny for that exact reason. he’s confident with himself and not shy to talk about anything with the people he finds himself comfortable with. despite all that, he is a really kind man and you appreciated his well-roundedness.

“haven't had a good home cooked meal in a min. i’m eating good tonight.” auston said as he stood in front of the starters. the group also crowded over the available food quickly.

“yeah cause all he gets is take out.” mitch chirped.

“that's how much we love you, bud.” luke joked, making them all snicker.

everyone entertained themselves with the many different apps and cocktails available. some were eating in the pool with inflatable food trays in front of them, with the delicious smell of the cooking meat engulfing their noses.

that being said, the barbecue only produced more heat and it wasn’t long before you began to feel suffocated again. “screw this” you spoke, unzipping your shorts and yanking them down.

“wheeeewwwww take it off!!!!” amber brodie yelled to you from the pool.

you giggled as you unbuttoned the shirt that you had borrowed from luke. taking it off slowly from your shoulders to play into the joke. you were now displaying the lacy bikini that schenner had gifted you in the beginning of summer.

the girls howled and cheered making the dogs bark with them. most of the boys laughing shyly as luke watched with a grin. ryan pats his mate on the back in praise.

“now that's a beautiful woman right there!” one of the girls exclaimed.

you do a quick pose before jumping into the pool. respectfully splashing everyone around you. that being said, luke’s grin began to halter as willy’s eyes started to linger.

you sat beside william in the hopes to catch some of the last snacks he was hostaging. as well as to cuddle with pablo, who was licking willy’s face like his life depended on it. “kept them just for you!” he spoke. “we would be having problems if you didn't.” you said, smirking as you snatched the slider he had in his hand.

the more you stayed in the pool and the more games the group played in the water, the more your boyfriend's eyes burned a hole on the back of willy’s head.

william’s touches were respectful and innocent around your torso or hip. he never moved up, he never moved down, and he never gripped more than he should have. you thought nothing much of it. but his giggling energy and flirty tones around you weren't luke’s favourite sights.

once the meat was ready to be served, declared by jt, william grabbed your arm to help you out of the pool, catching you as your foot nearly slipped on the puddle above. “careful!” he uttered. “oh my hero!” you dramatically declared. the blonde laughs, “seems like those margaritas are starting to hit.” you both giggled. luke was quick to call you over.

you were starving and your stomach felt like it was waiting years for the grilling to complete. but luke grabbed your hand and asked if you wanted to go grab more plates. you nodded, realising you didn't bring nearly enough out.

when you made it to the kitchen you were pulled away from the cabinet by the strings of your bikini bottom. “luke!” you exclaimed as he hid you behind the long and decently tall island.

“what do you want? i'm hungry!!!!” you whined, your body trapped in by his arms. his jaw was clenched, his body tense and his eyes dark.

you know exactly what's got him mad. “honey, you know how he is. that’s just him, he’s a touchy boy! he does it to you all the time too!” you said, reasoning with him as your hands topped his forearms.

his eyes are looking up and out to the backyard and back to you. you turn around to see a blonde quick to turn away. luke isn’t threatened, certainly not, as he knows he can work you better than anyone in every way possible, both sexually and not. that being said, luke isn’t having any of this flirtiness and you should've known there's no reasoning with him. he's possessive, ever since he got his eyes on you. you're his. and god forbid if anyone was thinking about you the way he does. so you're not surprised you're met with silence.

nevertheless, you wouldn't say you didn't like him like this. no. in fact, he was even more cunning in this mood.

his body towered over you and kept you in his hold. his eyes firm on you once again, his hands are quick to part your underwear, ever so gently pushing his finger in your entrance. you bite your lip but you keep eye contact with him.

“luke, luke please,”

“hmm?”

his two fingers slip in easily and pump a bit, but before you could make a response he slips a third and your legs are quick to buck just a bit. his arms grip you tight but you lean into his chest to mask your moan.

his fingers pump in and out of you swiftly, taking no time to curl them against your already wet walls. you kept biting your lips to mask your sounds, in hopes everyone was entertained outside and no one was anywhere inside the house.

luke didn't care. he just wants to hear you crumble in front of him.

“you’re taking my fingers so well, can feel you squeezing them.”

you only mewl in response. your head thrown back.

“you wanna cum, pumpkin?” he asks, his other hand squeezing your hip tightly.

you mentally rolled your eyes at him. he always says it in a mischievous tone and you couldn't help but accept the pet name with open arms. only he could call you pumpkin.

“wanna cum so bad”

“yeah? who do you belong to?”

a sound escaped your mouth as your legs wobbled and your mind more focused on your upcoming orgasm.

“who’s gonna make you cum tonight, tomorrow, and every other day, baby girl?” he asks you, firm in your ear as his fingers caress your breasts before he pinches one of your buds.

“you. only you.”

he hums.

you look up at his eyes, your mouth already agape. “im yours luke. fucking yours.” you stated. internally begging for him to touch your clit as he watched you closely. he waited to, although he was pleased with your words and your scrunched face as he switched his finger movements.

and as the good man luke is, he catches your open lips to bring you into a kiss while he finishes you off by tracing harsh shapes on your clit.

he puts you up on the counter to help your legs gain back their strength after your climax waved over you.

“how about we send everyone home now? i think we still need to talk about this issue some more” you uttered with a whiny tone.

he snickered at you. “i thought you said you’re hungry” your stomach responded to his words before you could. “fine” you huffed, even though your core was agonising for anything but food. he has basically foreplayed you all day.

your fingers are still gripping his hair as his gaze traced your face. you looked beautiful. lips pink and puffy from his own mouth. eyes glossy and sparkly and your hair perfectly framing your flushed cheeks. he smiles and you smile with him. you soften your hands and let him pull you back down to the ground. “will you leave him alone now” you suggest.

“we’ll see.” he says, with a smirk. you couldn't help but smile again.

you both bring out more plates just like luke had mentioned. although bunting noticed the delay and didn't hesitate to mention it.

“where the fuck were those plates? down under?” he uttered, his tone light, of course. as he walked beside you, your eyes darted to him, your glare sharp as you understood what he was technically trying to refer to.

he giggled at your face. “don't worry. nobody saw.”

“and you better not have too.” he shrugged in response but before you could do anything, you were called over by schenner to pick what you wanted to eat.

you sat around with the others and talked like you didn't just cum on the fingers luke is currently sucking sauce off of. and he had nothing but a grin plastered on his face as you dazed off looking at him.

not too long after a selection of desserts were served, the dogs began begging with puppy eyes for their own pieces, a trap in which most of you fell into.

you only found it fair that they had to cuddle you in return. so you sat on the ground letting banksy sit in your lap while pablo jumped on you in order to give your cheeks as many kisses as possible.

luke sat at the table watching you, a smile on his face. willy came to sit beside him. “pablo doesn't do that with just anyone.” willy said, taking a sip of his drink.

“i’ve noticed” luke said with a light chuckle. he took a swig of his own beer as they both continued watching you.

“you have a great girl, man.” the blonde said, patting luke on the shoulder. “pablo clearly agrees.”

luke smiles, turning to look at his teammate's kind demeanour. he knows he doesn't mean any harm, he's not tone dead. but luke doesn't mind making sure people know that you’re with him, and that you are his at the end of the night.

“thanks kid. she really is perfect.” luke said, returning the pat.

“of course!”

—

ryan helped build a fire as the sky began surrendering to the moon. the group that remained circled around it. you had gone to grab another cookie before luke called for you to sit in his lap with his hand. you pressed a kiss to his alcohol stained lips.

william sat beside the two of you and you subconsciously began to give your boyfriend reassuring squeezes on his stirn arm. other times interlacing fingers as you let your body sink deep into his. his arm was wrapped tight around your waist.

that being said, you agreed that the conversation was not over and in fact you sincerely think he needs to solidify who you belong to. in lots of different positions. for as long as the two of you can go.

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No one asked, but here's a vest tour! I've added a bunch since I last talked about it here, so here's the update!

Here's the full front and back

Most of this I made myself. The patches were mostly made by hand embroidery (anything machine done was probably given to me as a gift), with the exception of a couple that were just markers on white fabric.

Under the decorative patches is also a layer of random fabric patches, mostly from leftover projects scrap fabric, or old clothes I didn't know what to do with.

There's also some random paint splashes in green and red, and a ton of pop tabs and safety pins thrown around in empty spaces.

The pins I made were made from painted bottle caps, and held on with a pop tab and safety pin combo, with the edges of the bottle cap bent to hold it in place

The vest itself I got from a family member's friend, and said family member didn't want it. So she gave it to me to put patches on. I used it as a formal jacket for a year, but I didn't like how the sleeves felt, so I cut them off and ended up putting patches on it anyway. I've been working on this vest since last January, but many of the patches and stuff were transferred from my old jacket that I have other plans for, but that's for a different post.

Inside, plus the snack pouch

so much white embroidery floss, I'm surprised I'm still able to scrape up some in my embroidery floss drawer

Front top left (from the perspective of someone looking at me)

Gay frog pin is the only pin I own I paid for, I found all the rest for free from various events and also the library likes giving people free pins

Front top right

Got the Vulpix pin from some random lady at the empanada restaurant because she liked my nerdy jacket. A few months ago I reconnected with an old friend, who recognized the art style. So that's kinda neat

Front bottom left

I used to have the heart/brain patch sewn on an older jacket (that is no longer with us). I am never attempting to stick a needle through that thing again. Easily my most painful patch I own. Also a little keychain ring so I can clip stuff to my vest

Front bottom right

The worm's name is wormy, named by my friend who loves him. Wormy has been through a lot, and before finding a safe home on my vest, rotated between being a room decoration and a cat toy

The hotelier patch (the house on the pocket) is probably my favorite music based patch I've made. I spent way too much time on it, but I think it turned out nice in the end!

Back top

the trans flag section in the center is my favorite part. The peace was never an option patch is usually peoples favorite, and I get compliments on it regularly. It's hard to see, but the patch at the bottom left of the flag is the chemical formula for testosterone

Back bottom left

The QR code is a Rick roll, and also fully functional. When I made it, a picture of it was floating around between my friends between various group chats. I had one friend who tried to go to lengths to avoid getting tricked, until one of his friends sent him the picture, and he actually scanned it before realizing it's the QR code on my back. He was (jokingly) upset at me the next day. I want to make another qr code to a song I like more, but that one took longer than most my other patches do, so I'm not sure it's worth it.

Back bottom right

The Kos-mos patch (blue haired girl on left) is my favorite non music patch on here. It just feels like one of my most well made patches. Not much to say here, I just like the patch a lot

So yeah, that's my vest. No clue how many patches are actually on this, or how many hours I've put into this thing already, but it's probably a high number whatever it is.

If this gets at least 0.5 notes Ill talk about my other patch stuff, of which I've got a lot of.

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three woods and mini skirts

warnings: smut, daddy kink, JEWELRY kink, the button up and backwards hat.

summary: golfing with rafe is your favorite activity.

a/n: i play golf and it might be the dirtiest sport. if its sucks I'm sorry but like let me know what y’all think!!

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You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.

You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.

You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.

Your Dior oversized glasses rested on your freckled face hiding your eyes that traced every move and stroke of Rafe’s. It was well into summer and here you sat with your boyfriend and his two best friends playing the world's most boring game and the only exciting thing about it was him.

“Did I mention how pretty you look today?” There he stood. Arms reaching above him, resting on the top of the golf cart, making his shirt slightly rise up enough so you could see his very distinct v line hidden behind his shorts.

“Don’t think you did today.” Pushing your glasses onto the top of your head, crossing one leg over the other and folding your arms over one another, his eyes lingered on your chest a little longer then anywhere else.

All he wanted to do was drop down to his knees and spread your legs and take you right here and right now. He knew you wanted that too, because after all he knew every part of your body outside and inside. However he wasn't going to give it to you until you asked him nicely.

“Well you look gorgeous today, baby.” He swiped his tongue against his bottom lip and leaned down to capture your lips in his for a kiss full of need and passion.

“Mmm thank you handsome.” The fake innocence dripping from every word spoken from your lips.

“I believe it’s your turn now.”

You pushed yourself out from the golf cart, grabbed your driver and made your way over the tee box ready to tee off. Your hands wrapped around the club, parting your legs shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent and barely leaning over- but just enough for him to see the white lace underneath your white skirt. You peered up ever so subtly and shot your flustered boyfriend a wink before driving the ball right down the green.

Hands clapping and a low whistle was heard as you spun on your heels and made your way over to the group of boys.

“And that’s how you handle balls boys.” You made your way to the cart, winking at them as you sat in the passenger side of the cart.

Chuckles erupted from Kelce and Topper and all but steam left Rafe’s ears. You were driving him crazy and he needed you now.

“We're gonna go find our ball’s, see y’all at the green.” Topper hollered in the distance as the two of you drove off before parking in a secluded area behind a couples of trees.

The feverish kiss far from innocent and close to sensual and loving. His hands wrapping around your right leg tugging it in his direction. You swung your leg over him and now you were in total control. Your hips grinding into the boy below you, hands lost in his hair that was once hidden below a white baseball cap.

Horny teenagers dry humping out in the open daring anyone with prying eyes.

“Fuck baby.” His hands planted on your hips making their way down under your skirt and slowly making their way to his very own pot of gold. A deep grunt gracing your ears “You’re soaking wet.”

“No shit.” Your swollen lips meeting his again and your hands messily fumbling with his shirt and sliding it up to be met with his warm chiseled chest.

The angels and harps played as it was sweet music to his ears. The sun dipping behind the horizon, a faint halo appearing around your hair. You were an angel. His angel. He never believed in much but what he did believe in was love and the love you shared.

“You’re going to have to excuse my behavior babe.” His hands roaming every crevice of your body. “Because I’m about to treat you like my personal whore.”

His hands firmly pull up your top and his eyes dilated beyond recognition. His tongue wet his lips and your tits on full display, nipples perky and your chest rising and falling rapidly as he connects his tongue with your hardened nipples.

“Rafe.” Your hands tugging on his hair, moaning loudly. The sounds he would never get tired of hearing.

His lips continue sucking on the soft skin that he loved. His other hand gave the other one the attention before switching. He had never seen such an unbelievable sight.

“Try again Angel.” His voice low and deep as he trailed his way back up to your neck and jaw leaving red marks in his trail.

“Daddy.” Your hips grinding roughly on his khaki pants, for sure leaving some sort of wet mark in its place.

“Fuck, lean back.” Rafe pushed your back against the steering wheel of the golf cart and flipped your skirt up tugging it into the waistband.

Beautiful. You were a mess for him. Never had he’d seen such a beautiful sight. His finger grazed the soft material of your lace underwear before dipping his finger into your soaked core.

“Jesus christ y/n.” He swore his eyes rolled so far back that he could see the inside of his head.

“It’s not my fault you look like a fucking god in your golf attire.” Breathlessly speaking, bucking your hips begging for more.

“Me? How about you?” His forefinger and middle finger rapidly working in your pussy and adding a third. The chill of his ringers sends shockwaves throughout your body. He took that as a sign to pick up his pace.

“You in your tiny excuse of a skirt. Begging me to fuck you. Your tiny golf shirt, which by the way you can see through, baby. Nipples and everything on full fucking display.” He grunted out.

“Go faster please.” Your hand wrapping around his shoulder, leaning your body back against the steering wheel. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me Angel. Be the good girl I know you are.” His fingers working faster and deeper each time his fingers thrusted in you. Bliss taking over as you drenched his fingers with your orgasm and bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste you. “So fucking sweet.”

He brought you into a kiss. “Think you got another one?”

Raising your hips and latching your hands onto his shoulders, his ring adorned fingers messed with his belt buckle and grabbed his cock out of his shorts, pumping it a couple of times and placing his cock inside your white coated walls.

“Jesus. How are you always so fucking tight?” Your pussy clenching around his cock and bouncing up and down faster each time he bottomed out. His hands wrap around your hip and nipple. Your nipples hard and bouncing was all something out of a porno.

He roughly snapped his hips up meeting yours. Each snap rougher and deeper than last. The growl escaping his lips makes you impossibly wetter than you were before. Your eyes finding the back of your head and a fuck me daddy leaving your lips. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You could hear him mocking you the last time you fucked. Can you feel me in your stomach? I know you can.

“Fuck, not gonna last long angel. You’re fucking dripping.” You moaned loudly and his index finger finding your clit quickly rubbing it. “I need you to cum for me. Be my good girl.”

You bit down on your lip and smashing them into Rafe’s and the pornographic moan let you let out as you came, shortly followed by him filling you up.

You leaned back against the steering wheel, hooded bambi eyes, and full of your boyfriends cum. Unable to form any thoughts. Your eyes finally meeting his and the smirk appearing on his face as he took in your appearance.

“All pretty and fucked out for me. I’ll never get tired of seeing that Angel.”

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[tommykinrd]

Hi! Very embarrassing gif-making question, feel free to ignore if it's too complicated, but how do you layer two gifs on top of each other like that? Whenever I try, one of them always freezes

Hi anon! Not embarrassing at all, I'm happy to show you how I layer two gifs on top of each other. I'll be using this gif from my recent ineffable husbands set as an example:

You'll need a basic knowledge of gifmaking and photoshop, and I'll put the rest of this under the cut in case it gets long.

Creating your gifs

So to start off, you want to create both your gifs in separate documents. Most of my gifmaking process happens in timeline mode, and you want to make sure that both your gifs are smart objects.

I like to have both gifs open side by side in windows so that I can make sure that my colouring is consistent and that both scenes have a similar brightness when I'm done colouring. This is important because to overlay/blend gifs, they need to have similar lighting for best results. (If your photoshop opens up the gifs as tabs, just click on where the file name is and drag the tab anywhere outside of the top bar so that it opens up as a window).

This is how my gifs look before colouring, and how each of the layers panels look (I've already added my sharpening, which is why each gif has two smart object layers).

And this is how my gifs look after I add my base colouring + the yellow for this gifset:

2. Making groups

Now from here on it's fairly simple. First we want to put all our gif layers in a group so that it's easier to transfer them to the same canvas while still keeping them easy to edit in case we need to make adjustments afterwards.

So select all your gif layers by holding the shift key and clicking on your first and last layer.

Then to make a group you can either use the command + g keys (ctrl + g on windows) while all the layers are selected, or you can click on the little folder icon at the bottom of the layers panel.

You can then double click on the group that was created and rename it. I like to put a word or phrase that describes the scene, so I've named these 'bandstand' for the gif on the left and 'car' for the gif on the right. At this point, your gifs are still in separate documents.

3. Overlaying the two gifs

Now all you have to do is copy and paste one of the groups onto the other gif's canvas. For me, it doesn't matter which group I copy, so for this I'm going to copy the 'car' group by selecting the group in the layers panel and using the command + c keys (ctrl + c).

I then click over to the other gif's canvas (you should see the other folder name in the layers panel, so in this case I'll see it say 'bandstand'). To paste, you just need to use command + shift + v (ctrl + shift + v). The shift key ensures that the positioning of your gif stays the same.

So now you should only see your second gif on the canvas, and both your groups in the layers panel, like so.

Making sure your top group is selected, change the blending mode of the group to either 'screen' or 'lighten' depending on your preferences (if you're working with really bright scenes, it might also be worth trying out 'multiply'). Your gifs should then overlay on top of each other, and play simultaneously when you scrub through the timeline and save the gif.

And this is how the gif looks when saved:

4. Final touches

If you're not happy with how the overlay looks, you can do a bunch of things to make it appear the way you want. I use a combination of resizing, layer masks, and painted layers to hide/show different portions of the gifs. You can also modify the colourings at this point, add text/overlays, adjust the brightness, and add painted colour layers. At the end, just convert back to frames and adjust the speed.

After all this, I end up with the final result which is this. As you can see, I darkened the side of his face in the smaller gif and made the brighter part stand out more clearly. I also adjusted the shade of yellow using an extra hue/sat layer.

I hope this helps anon! Please let me know if you still have questions or if you run into any trouble!

Here are some other blending/gif overlay tutorials that I found very helpful as well: 1, 2, 3

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