#hey chat quick question.. WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM??!!

[lifemod17]

"that's the kind of love, I've been dreaming of"

Edmonton Folk Music Festival || 08/08/2019

And uhhh... gif version for you know. Science purposes...

[bcystar]

- PHOTOGRAPH

you can’t sleep

pairing: Joaquín x gn!reader

wc: idk somewhere in the 500 range maybe

authors note: chat I need to move to D.C. like rn!!! I went there once like two years ago almost and I still think about it💔💔 also why does no one talk about how difficult it is to find bf material pics of Danny 😞😞

“Babe I can’t fall asleep”, you mumbled in a low tone to your boyfriend sleeping right next to you.

Joaquín had just came back from a “long day of training” so he was out, but a part of you was still hoping maybe he’d wake up and talk to you or something of that sort. Instead, he just hummed lowly and went back to sleep. You tossed and turned for another fifteen minutes trying to find the best position. You took the blanket completely off you, took all of the blanket, even pushed Joaquín all the way to the edge of the bed trying to fall asleep. Eventually, you give up trying and got up to go get a glass of water and some fresh air.

You slowly rolled out of bed and lightly patted your feet across your cold floor and walked out of your shared room. You cracked the door open enough to fit you and slipped out as quiet as you could. You looked out the large glass sliding door which let in the dim Moonlight and walked to your cupboard. You got out your favorite mug and turned to your sink and twisted handle to the cooler side and filled up your mug with the cold water.

You took a quick sip before you walked over to the corner of your couch and slipped your slippers on and went out to the balcony of your and Joaquín’s shared apartment. You took in the view for a bit, then and sat on the lounging chair and set your mug on the coffee table not too far from you. As you sat on the chair with your legs crossed and overlooking the D.C skyline, you heard the glass door slide open behind you. You turned around already knowing who it would be ,and still grinned seeing Joaquín’s tired frame standing against the sliding door.

“Anything on your mind?” he questioned as he took a seat on the second chair.

“Not that I can think of. I just can’t fall asleep for some reason”, you replied.

“Are you sure? You’ve been sorta antsy lately.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quieted down once you realized what your problem was. It’d been six months since his accident, there were still remnants of his burns sitting on his neck, chest, and back. You remember feeling nothing but absolute horror when the hospital called you about his injuries. For nights you couldn’t sleep without nightmares haunting you. Ones where he’d died on the table and after moving on from his death, his ghost would guilt you. Ones where he’d been left permanently injured and in a coma for the rest of his life. They all plagued you like the Black Death, you just couldn’t seem to escape the horr-

“Hellooo? You with me, Angel?” Joaquín pulls you out of your trance.

“C’mon talk to me. What’s bugging you?” He speaks in a gentle tone, scooping you up in the lounging chair so he could sit next to you. Your legs draped over his as you rested your back on the arm rest.

“I…I think it’s because of your accident. I remember, back at the hospital and even when you first returned back home, I’d have these horrible horrible nightmares where you’d be stuck in a coma for the rest of your life or died on the table…” your eyes started to water.

“Hey hey hey look at me, baby.” Joaquín tilts your head up. “I’m fine now , it’s okay. I survived, I’m alright.” He embraced you in his warm and strong arms.

“Your heart stoped Joaquín! They had to restart it!” You sobbed into his chest.

He held you in his arms until all of your tears were spent and your breath was stable. You closed your eyes, really soaking in his presence and love. His heartbeat echoing in your ears letting you know that he’s still here, his heartbeat beating for you.

“You checking to see if it’s still pumping? Trust me baby, you’re the only one it beats for.”

You lightly giggled and hummed in response, feeling the warm fall breeze against your skin. You removed yourself from him and now rested your back on the back rest. Your eyes were starting to get heavy when you saw Joaquín move out of the corner of your eye. He slowly took out his phone and angled it towards you.

“What are you doing?” you questioned squinting your eyes.

“Oh you’re still awake. Uh I was just uh you know, taking a picture of the night sky yeah, the…the…moon looks amazing tonight ”, Joaquín quickly stumbled out his words, trying to cover up the fact that he was, indeed, taking a picture of you.

“Whatever you say, cutie.” You say crossing your arms and closing your eyes again.

“Mm I love you, Angel.” You smile softly and hear a shutter come from his phone.

“Damn you look good!” And with that, you can’t help but let out a laugh.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Jealous triple s, and how they deal with it, would they be insecure? Would they be unbothered?

take your time!

Jealous Sonic, Shadow, and Silver x Reader

Sonic:

Sonic’s confidence is one of his most defining traits, but when he gets jealous, that cool, carefree demeanor takes a serious hit. He’s usually so sure of himself, it’s part of his charm. But when someone else starts vying for your attention? That’s when cracks begin to show.

It starts small. You’re chatting with someone else, and Sonic catches sight of your laugh, the way your eyes light up. He doesn’t like how that person leans in a little too close or how their hand lingers just a moment too long. Sonic doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s... uncomfortable.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sonic’s voice cuts through the conversation, loud and bright. He zips up to your side, arm slinging around your shoulder in an overly casual gesture. "Whatcha talkin’ about? Anything cool, or is it just boring stuff?"

He flashes his signature grin, it sidnt reach his eyes tho as he just stared at them. The other person gets the hint, offering a polite excuse to leave, and Sonic is immediately all over you.

"Phew! Thought I’d have to rescue you from that snoozefest." He laughs, but his eyes linger on your face, searching. "You’re not, like, too close with them, are you?"

If you call him out on his jealousy, he’ll deny it, waving it off with a sheepish chuckle. "Jealous? Me? Nah, I’m way too cool for that." Before speeding away to not have to deal with his problems.

Despite his bravado, Sonic can’t help but feel a little insecure. What if he’s not enough? He’s fast, adventurous, and fun, but is that all you see him as? These thoughts are fleeting, though, because Sonic doesn’t like to dwell on negativity. He’s quick to bounce back, reminding himself that no one can match his charm.

When his jealousy peaks, he doubles down on his efforts to impress you. He’ll drag you on adventures, race you to the nearest horizon, and show off every trick in his arsenal. Sonic wants to be the one who keeps you smiling, even if it means pushing himself a little harder to outshine everyone else.

Shadow:

Shadow’s jealousy is a bit more on the intense side. He’s not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, far from it, but he lets himself relax more around you, he valies you for that.

He notices everything, the way someone’s eyes linger on you, the subtle changes in their tone, and how easily they make you laugh. Shadow doesn’t say anything at first, but his silence speaks volumes. His eyes narrow, his body language stiffens, and the air around him grows thick with tension.

"Do you enjoy their company?" he asks you one evening, his tone calm but icy. It’s not an accusation, but the question seemed like a trap.

If you assure him that you’re just being polite or that it’s nothing serious, Shadow nods, but the thought lingers in his mind. He doesn’t understand why it bothers him so much, why the thought of others spending more time with you makes him ache.

Shadow isn’t one to act out of insecurity, but jealousy brings out a possessive streak he can’t quite control. He’s not above making his presence known, standing just a little too close to you when someone else is around or fixing them with a withering glare that sends them running.

"0You don’t need them," he tells you firmly, his voice low. "You have me."

Shadow’s jealousy stems from his fear of losing the one person who makes him feel "human",(mobian? Idfk anymore man :(.) grounded. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he worries that someone else might give you something he can’t. After all, he’s not the most expressive or affectionate person, and sometimes he wonders if that’s enough for you.

If you reassure him, Shadow relaxes, his usually stone cold exterior softening. "I don’t want to lose you," he admits quietly, almost ashamed of his own weakness.

While Shadow tries to keep his jealousy in check, it occasionally slips out in subtle ways.

Silver:

Silver is naturally anxious, and jealousy only amplifies that side of him. He’s not used to navigating these kinds of emotions, so when he sees someone else getting a little too friendly with you, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

At first, Silver tries to ignore it, convincing himself that he’s overreacting. "They’re just being nice," he tells himself, but the knot in his stomach says otherwise. He starts overthinking everything, what if they’re better for you? What if you realize he’s not enough?

You notice how quiet he gets, his usual bright demeanor overshadowed by uncertainty. When you ask him what’s wrong, he hesitates before blurting out, "Do you like them more than me?"

Silver immediately regrets his words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to-! I just... I don’t want to lose you."

His honesty is endearing, even if his jealousy is a little misplaced. Silver doesn’t want to control you or keep you from talking to others, but he can’t help feeling like he has to prove himself.

If his jealousy gets the better of him, Silver might become a bit clingy, always wanting to be by your side. "Can I stay with you for a bit?" he asks, his voice soft and hopeful.

Silver’s jealousy isn’t rooted in possessiveness but in his fear of not being good enough. He looks up to you, admires you, and sometimes he wonders what you see in him. But your reassurance means the world to him.

"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me," Silver says one day. "I just want to make sure I’m the best for you, too."

[16wolke11]

Clumsy - Oscar Piastri

A/N My first one-shot here! Still figuring out the tagging and stuff, but I hope you like it.

Summary: Oscar's girlfriend is extremely clumsy, always managing to get a new bruise or a new cut just a few days apart. One day she falls down the stairs and needs surgery, Oscar drops everything to be with her.

Words: 2139

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Being a teacher at an elementary school was always my dream job, and after finishing my master's degree, I am finally able to do what I love; teaching the young ones and laying the first stones on their path to knowledge. Even though it is difficult at times, to manage the fidgeting children who tend to get distracted easily, it's still what I love. Seeing success when another one manages to read a full sentence, solve a math problem, or write a rather difficult word with the correct spelling is priceless.

But being a teacher also means I'm not able to accompany Oscar that often. It's just not ideal to travel over the weekend; landing late on Fridays and having to leave exactly after the race, while also trying to prepare the classes for the upcoming week and maybe even needing to correct work from the previous one. I love summer break because it means I can be with Oscar more often, but in the meantime, we make the best out of the situation. We FaceTime frequently, chat while the other is occupied, and just savour the time we can spend together.

This week is another one when Oscar left for a race, and I have to stay behind. Luckily, I have a short day at school today, allowing me to go before lunch and finish some things. Well, if it weren't for my clumsy self. Oscar always jokes that I get at least five new bruises while he's away, and he's probably right, but I can't do anything about the stumbling, the brushing against door frames, or knocking my little toe into anything. But today, my bad luck took it one step too far, and I slipped on the stairs at school, hitting my elbow on them and feeling a sharp pain shoot down my arm.

I've fallen down these stairs before, but I've never been in so much pain. One of my coworkers found me, and after a quick look at my already bruising elbow, we decided to call an ambulance. Now, hours later, I have a diagnosis and finally some time to tell Oscar what happened. I already have a few texts from him, nothing too worried, just some updates about his day and a question about how mine is going. With a sigh, I call his number, bracing myself to tell him everything while not even being able to fidget with my fingers for distraction.

It doesn't take long before Oscar picks up like he's been waiting in front of his phone just anticipating my call or text. "Hey, Oscar," I greet him and hear some shuffling in the background before a door closes and Oscar speaks up.

"Love, everything okay? Shouldn't you be at work?" he asks, his voice already laced with worry. I close my eyes for a moment. Oscar didn't even know I was supposed to be out of work early today and just assumes I should still be at school teaching or supervising the little gremlins.

"Please don't freak out," I start, and I hear a nervous chuckle in response.

"This is not a great starting point for that request, but I'll try."

He's right, but I don't even know how to phrase what happened easily, so I just start with the simplest explanation I can think of. "Well, I kind of fell down the stairs after finishing my last class."

"Again?" Oscar laughs, and I can't help but smile a little too, though I roll my eyes at the same time, even though Oscar can't see me.

"Hey, I can't do anything about being clumsy," I protest, but I only get another laugh in return. Usually, I would laugh with him, but the light throbbing in my elbow, down to my fingers, stops the light mood I'm in.

"Sorry, but I reckon you don't just call to tell me that," Oscar apologizes softly, and then he gets back to the reason for my call. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for all the questions he's going to have.

"No, I might've smashed my elbow pretty badly, and they brought me to the hospital." I tell him the first facts, and immediately the laughing Oscar is replaced with a worried one.

"That bad?" he asks, and I can almost hear the pain in his voice. As much as he likes to joke about my clumsiness, he also hates it when I get injured, even if it's just a little bruise or a cut.

"Unfortunately, I managed to break it and need surgery to fix the broken pieces back into place. It'll be a long recovery because I was pretty successful in splintering the bone into pieces," I tell him what the doctors explained, just in the simpler version. They explained a lot about how they need to make sure there are no little bone fragments left in the joint and the recovery process I'll have to go through.

"Fuck!" Oscar curses, and I can hear him pacing, probably in his driver's room. I can only imagine the distressed look on his face and how he's probably ruffling his hair while a thousand thoughts swirling through his head. Well, at least he's giving me an insight into what's going on in his mind, because he starts rambling.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I could send Margaret over or someone else if you need anyone by your side right now. Did they say anything about the recovery? Will your arm be able to move normally or will there be any lasting damage?"

"Oscar, stop." I manage to speak up when he takes a deep breath. It's sweet how he's trying to help me from afar, even thinking about sending our elderly neighbour to me, but I need him to calm down.

"Sorry, kind of freaking out right now," he mutters, and I smile just a little bit.

"I could tell." I still remember the first time Oscar rambled that much and how surprised I was by the speed and number of words coming out of his mouth. Usually, he's calm, collected, and limits his words to the necessary ones, but when he's really worried, everything just comes out.

"Don't worry, I don't need anything right now. Just hearing your voice makes everything feel better," I tell him, which is the truth. There's nothing I need right now, except for him, and he just helps me by being here on the phone, even though it's not the same as having him in person.

"That's good," Oscar says, and I can hear that he's stopped pacing, probably calming down a little.

"Is there anything you know about the surgery?" he asks after a short break, now sounding like his calm self again.

"We're currently waiting for a free spot in the OR. It's not urgent, but they'd like to operate before the swelling gets too bad, and luckily, I haven't had lunch yet," I explain what the doctors told me. This isn't an emergency, but waiting too long isn't ideal either, so they're going to squeeze me in as soon as one of the ORs is available.

"I bet you're hungry," Oscar grins, and I can hear it in his voice. I've learned to recognize that tone through the phone—the soft change when his lips are curled upwards.

"Starving," I confirm with a soft laugh. My stomach is already growling, but there's no way to get food until after the surgery. I can wait if it means my elbow will be fixed.

"I promise you your favourite food as soon as I'm with you," Oscar says, and I know he's not lying. He would probably even order food into the hospital for me if that were possible, but they wouldn't bring it to me, so I'll have to wait.

"Looking forward to it. Hopefully, I'll be home by then," I mumble, knowing it will take some days until Oscar will be back home, and who knows, maybe they'll send me home just a few days after the surgery.

"We'll see," are Oscar's last words about my injury before we start talking a bit about his day. I get the feeling he's trying to distract me, and it's working perfectly. At one point, Oscar needs to leave for some duties, and luckily for me, a nice nurse comes in just a few minutes later to inform me that my surgery is starting soon.

The way to the OR and the prepping feels like a blur, and quicker than I thought, I'm with an anaesthesiologist. Drifting into sleep feels like a relief because I know my arm will be fixed. Of course, recovery will take its time, but I'm sure I'll manage it just fine.

Waking up after the surgery almost knocks the air out of my lungs because it feels like my arm is falling off. The nurse helps me take a few sips of water, gives me some painkillers, and then I drift back into sleep, even though I just woke up from a deep slumber.

The night is blurry, waking up from time to time—sometimes from the pain in general, sometimes from the nurses, and sometimes from the pain of a sudden movement. But somehow, I make it through the night and feel slightly better in the morning. Blinking, I try to figure out what time it might be when I spot a familiar figure sitting beside my bed, watching me closely.

"Os?" I ask groggily, not sure if he's really sitting there or if the pain meds are playing tricks on my mind. But just seeing the soft smile on his lips makes me hope that he's really there and not just in my imagination.

"Hi, love," he whispers, fingers reaching for my uninjured hand, softly holding onto it, letting me feel the warmth of his touch.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, slowly realizing that he's indeed here and not with his team for the race weekend.

"Being here for you," he simply states, like it's obvious that it wouldn't even be a question for him if he had to choose where to be right now.

"Your race..." I whisper, knowing how important it is, not only to him but to the fans, the championship, the team, and everyone else involved. I would like to ask him if he's insane, if they made it hard for him to leave, but no words leave my lips.

"You are more important," Oscar states, and my eyes well up. How can he be so perfect?

"Thank you," I try to squeeze his hand a bit, but my grip is pretty weak. Oscar starts letting his thumb brush over the back of my hand, and I relax under his touch. His eyes wander over me before he asks a question.

"How are you feeling? Is the pain manageable?"

My eyes linger on my heavily padded elbow for a moment. Right now, I don't feel anything but a dull pain. But it seems like Oscar's touch makes it disappear with every soft stroke of his finger on my skin.

"You make everything seem better just by being here," I state, my voice laced with tiredness, and Oscar smiles softly.

"So, I guess they gave you some nice painkillers," he grins. I can hear it in his voice, and I can feel my lips pulling into a crooked smile.

"Yes."

We look at each other for a moment, but my eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and I have to fight to keep them open for a few more minutes.

"Can you come in?" I ask Oscar, who looks conflicted at my question.

"I don't know," he says, gesturing to my body, indicating he's scared of hurting me in any way, but I just need him close now for recovery.

"Please."

Oscar sighs softly before standing up. "Okay, anything to make you feel better," he says, gets rid of his shoes, and carefully shuffles into the bed beside me. I need to stay on my back because of my elbow being propped up in some bedding, and he lays on his side beside my good arm, resting his arm over my belly and searching for the contact I need. I rest my head against his chest before a thought comes into my head.

"Did you bring the food?" I ask, remembering what he promised, and even though my mind is hazy, I realize he probably already knew he was coming home early when he promised me the food.

"Yes," Oscar confirms, and I can only hum the following words, close to falling asleep.

"Love you."

"Love you too, my little crash pilot," Oscar whispers, holding me in his arms while I slip into the sleep of recovery.

[cyberhughes]

SHORT N' SWEET.

PAIRING quinn hughes x fem!reader

SUMMARY yours and quinn's relationship as told by songs from sabrina carpenters album, short n' sweet.

NOTE this is dedicated to my wife, @isaadore the number one quinn hughes enjoyer<3 always spoiling me so here's me returning the favor heh i hope you enjoy bbg. juni comeback era okay now i promise i’m gonna post for my au sorry chat

WARNINGS lowkey out of character quinn i don't think he's this bold, swearing, casual drinking, suggestive but no smut, cheating, manipulation, i think that's it!

word count: 3.8k

TRACK 01. BUSY WOMAN ♬⋆.˚

the echoing sound of your heels clicking filled the hallway of your apartment, a coffee in hand and a confidence holding your head up high. your hair fell and swayed softly against your back, entrancing anyone who preceded your steps.

you didn't pay any mind to the familiar faces of your neighbors as you breezed past them in a hurry, and you didn't pay any mind to the grey orbs that burned into your skin the second you stepped into the elevator. you pressed the main floor button with a light hand, before stepping back and checking your wrist watch.

shit.

the hum of the elevator as well as the consistent stopping of floors began to test your patience. you sighed as you glanced at the floor indicator, why are there so many floors? seeing movement in your peripheral vision, your gaze naturally fell onto the unfamiliar face who had been standing in the elevator before you.

an unfamiliar face that looked at you like he had seen you in another lifetime. you gave him a tight lipped smile before looking back to the floor indicator, avoiding any possible awkward interaction.

though you had looked away, you didn't fail to notice the way his lips quirked up into a smile as he scanned your features.

you turned your head to him, hair whipping around your shoulder, "got a staring problem?" your eyes burned with annoyance, a contrast to the smile on your face.

"woah, a guy can't admire a pretty girl?" his response caught you off guard, any other guy would have muttered a quick sorry before staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

you furrowed your brows as you scoffed, typical man. though, you could admit that his confidence was intriguing. your eyes fell over his messy brown hair, some stray strands falling to the front of his face, but not enough to cover the enticing gleam in his eyes.

"who's got a staring problem now?" he spoke and you rolled your eyes, huffing and turning to face the reflective steel of the elevator door.

the final ding of the elevator sent relief over your body, and you instantly rushed out. your steps quick as you glanced at your watch for the thousandth time that morning.

you groaned when you heard the same voice that challenged you in the elevator call out, and though you wanted to continue your pace and look ahead, something in you made you stop and look back.

"hey," he jogged five steps towards you, keys clinking in his pocket. "i uh, i'm sorry."

you narrowed your eyes at his words, "sorry for what?"

"if i made you uncomfortable in the elevator, i promise i'm not usually a douchebag." he rubbed his nape, a small blush tinting his cheeks before he continued, "i just thought you were really pretty, hence the staring."

you nodded your head slowly, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. he did sound like a douchebag, but in all fairness, you were the one who started the hostile interaction.

"it's fine. and thank you, i guess." you gave him a tight lipped smile, ready to turn on your heels and continue on with your morning.

"could i grab your number?" he blurted out quickly, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

he was handsome, and seemed to be witty; you'd give him that. but there was no room for dating in your routine, a man was out of the question.

"i'm sorry..." you dragged out your words and he got the queue.

"quinn. quinn hughes."

"quinn." you nodded. "i'm sorry but," you glanced at your watch before looking back up to him with a sheepish smile on your face. "i'm a busy woman."

he chuckled and nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "don't be sorry. guess i'll see you around," he cracked a cheesy smile, "busy woman."

it was your turn to blush. you didn't get a chance to admire his smile for too long before he turned around to walk away.

you didn't know it yet, but quinn hughes would wiggle his way into your schedule.

TRACK 02. 15 MINUTES ♬⋆.˚

the floor was sticky and the air was warm as you took down a shot of tequila, your face scrunching in disgust as your friends cheered and clapped.

you weren't a huge drinker, but loved the way the tequila spread a warmth through your chest, letting the stress of work projects and unanswered emails leave your body.

one of your friends, sydney, had stood up clapping her hands together in a swift motion, catching everyone’s attention. she feigned a serious expression before she let a toothy grin take over her face.

“let’s go dance!”

the dance floor was cramped and hot, and there shouldn’t have been such little space between bodies as you all moved with the music to the center of the floor, but with the smiles on your friends faces and the beat flowing through your body—as well as the alcohol—you couldn’t find any reason to care with your hands in your hair and your hips swaying to the rhythm as if no one was watching.

one of your friends had tapped your shoulder before leaning in to speak into your ear, the music being far too loud to hear anything properly. “what?” you yelled, asking for confirmation at her words.

“that guy over there is staring at you!”

your head turned over your shoulder to see who she was talking about.

there was no way.

from across the floor you stared into those fiery eyes you had seen in the elevator two weeks ago, the fiery eyes that had been lingering in the back of your mind—unwillingly. there weren’t enough hours in a day, yet you found yourself wasting every one thinking back to the first man to leave you dumbfounded.

you wanted him to look away. you thought you wanted him to look away. but as his eyes trailed down your body you couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your lips.

stop it.

maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you denied yourself any fun for the past year and secretly yearned to get back in the game. either way, you couldn’t fight the excitement that bubbled in your chest as you turned back to your friend, whispering in her ear and leaving a grin on her face, “i’ll be right back.”

you didn’t look back to him as you made your way to the bar, leaning your weight onto your elbows as you rested on the counter while slightly jutting your ass out, waiting for the bar tender. you fought the smile that tried to form as you saw him approaching in the corner of your eye.

you quirked a brow with feigned shock, “you again?”

he chuckled as he set down his glass onto counter, shrugging his shoulders with a nonchalant smile on his face, “didn’t i tell you i’d see you around?” you nearly cracked a smile, it wasn’t often you’d find someone who’d tease just as much as you did.

he shifted his posture so the his side was leaning against the bar, hands finding his way into the front pockets of his jeans in a calm manner, “so what are you doing here?”

“what do you mean?” your hair fell to the side side as you tilted your head, his eyes watching the way you batted your eyelashes.

“I mean, didn’t you say you’re a busy woman? didn’t think you’re the type to spend your time in sticky bars.”

“been thinking about me?” you teased, smirking.

“how could i not?”

you felt the heat spreading on your cheeks, it was the alcohol you’d tell yourself, but from across the bar your friends would see that a man was beginning to beat you at your own game, that you had finally found yourself in a situation where you had no comeback.

you watched his eyes flicker to your lips before you regained your composure, standing upright. “you’re bold, quinn hughes.”

he didn’t say anything, just smiling and nodding at you with hooded eyes.

after a moment of tension he spoke, “never got your name.” he said almost as a question.

“no? i think you’re gonna have to earn it.” you giggled before pulling your phone out of your back pocket, checking the time. “aw man, I’m so sorry quinn,” teasingly emphasizing that you had his name, and he didn’t have a clue as to who you were, “but my friends and i are leaving soon.”

he stepped closer, “give me fifteen.” you didn’t back away as you looked up at him, your confidence growing by the second. “only fifteen?” you pouted in false disappointment.

your breath hitched as he leaned down, lips almost grazing your ear, “I can do a lot with fifteen minutes."

you were lying of course, you weren’t planning on leaving any time soon—and you had definitely given him more than fifteen minutes when you found yourself in a cramped bathroom stall, your hands tangled in his shaggy brown hair while his lips left hot kisses down the column of your neck.

the heat of his hands shifting from your hips to the exposed skin of your waist was more intoxicating than anything you had to drink that night, and the way his lips molded against yours would leave you drunker than ever.

“y/n.” you muttered out, eyes fluttering closed at his ministrations that he soon stopped after your words, looking back to you with hooded eyes blown with want.

“what?” he breathed out and you smiled softly, cocking your head to the side, “my name.”

his eyes glistened as he repeated it softly, you felt his heartbeat thumping against your hands as you smoothed them down his chest.

he broke into a boyish grin before finding your lips again, kissing you for what wouldn’t be the last time that night.

TRACK 03. BAD REVIEWS ♬⋆.˚

quinn hughes had managed to worm his way into your life completely. stolen glances and sneaking away together at the bar, risky flirting in the elevator and coming over to your apartment at ungodly hours of the night.

he had managed to break down your walls, your once uptight and anxious demeanor fading away and being replaced with something more care free and relaxed.

your friends noticed it, your family noticed it, even your coworkers noticed it.

you had been officially dating for four months, after him taking you on a proper date just the week after your heated second encounter at the bar.

though four months wasn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things, you found every moment of your spare time being spent with him, like you were a clingly teenager.

of course, you didn’t let this new relationship completely distract you from your work and goals—though sometimes it did.

that happens to everyone in a relationship though, right?

your tongue burned at the heat of your coffee as you caught up with an old friend in a local cafe, her going on about her girlfriend’s family issues as you nodded, listening intently.

“and what about you, back in the dating scene?” she wiggled her brows and you chuckled, setting down the warm mug.

“i am, it’s still pretty new though.” you replied and she nodded with a smile as you went on about your first interaction in the elevator, and how you felt even more confident with him around.

“what’s his name?” she questioned.

“quinn.” she smiled at the name, “aw, that’s a cute name. what’s the last?”

you watched her smile falter as you told her.

letting out a confused chuckle, you furrowed your brows, “what’s with the face?”

“i just…i think I’ve heard of him.” you felt your stomach twist at her words.

“how so?” you questioned, sipping your drink to calm yourself down. you didn’t like the way she frowned as she adjusted her posture, like she was getting ready to tell you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“one of my friends uh,” your eyes narrowed as you watched her search for her words. “well they dated a while back, and apparently he was super manipulative and also a…cheater. i’m not too sure about specifics, but generally just some bad reviews.”

you felt sick at her words. that wasn’t the quinn you knew, but that’s probably what every girl thinks when they get told that their boyfriend isn't who they think he is.

she watched the way you fell silent, lips quivering as a million thoughts raced through your head.

placing a hand on yours she spoke, “i’m sorry,” she looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “i don’t know what he’s like now, but i really don’t want you to get hurt.”

you nodded, putting on a small but fake smile. you glaced at your watch, something you did far too often. you weren't even looking at the time, but rather trying to not seem awkward. “i uhm, i need to go.” you got out of your chair, the bottom screeching against the floor louder than you intended to, earing some looks from the other patrons.

“it was nice seeing you.” you said as you pulled her into a hug, her mumbling another apology before letting you go.

you didn’t head straight for your car, but opted to go for a quick walk around the block to clear your head.

you were never the type to make excuses for a man, and you were never the type to lose sight of your worth.

but the way your heart thumped rapidly against your ribcage and anxiety bubbled in your chest proved that you weren’t that type anymore.

he wasn’t that type of man anymore, you thought.

that’s not the same man who’d pull you back into the warmth of your sheets in the morning as you tried to get ready.

that’s not the same man who’d pepper your face with kisses and ‘i love you’s as you tried to leave for work in the morning.

that’s not the same man who’d bring you food when you didn’t have time to cook, shutting your laptop as he told you to relax with him on the couch.

but it was.

and though you knew you should’ve confronted him the second your friend told you the rumors, but you bit your tongue, and chose to stay in love with him.

quinn hughes had broken down your walls, breaking down who you were without you even knowing it.

TRACK 04. COINCIDENCE ♬⋆.˚

you let out an exasperated sigh as you rolled off of his body and onto your back, letting him kiss your sweaty hairline and pull the sheets over your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin.

“so beautiful,” he whispered leaning over you to place a gentle kiss to your lips before he stood up, throwing his pyjama pants on. “i’ll get you water, just wait here baby.”

you nodded as your eyes fluttered closed. they didn’t remain closed for long though, your peaceful state interrupted by the vibration of his phone on the side table.

you wouldn’t have minded, but it was buzzing quite a bit.

your thoughts immediately went back to the conversation you had with your friend two weeks ago.

you had tried to fight the sore feeling in your chest as you ignored the truth.

he made his way back into your room, glass of water with five ice cubes in hand, just how you liked it.

“thank you.” you took the glass from his warm hands. “uhm, your phone’s kinda blowing up.” you eyed the back of his phone case and he raised his brows, “oh, really?”

he walked over to the other side of the bed, and you attempted to hide the way your eyes tried to see the notifications on his home screen, his home screen that was a picture of the two of you.

you couldn’t catch a glimpse.

“oh, it’s just my mom.” the boyish grin you loved falling over his face. “i’m gonna step out to take this, seems important. drink your water.” he winked before walking out the door, and you didn’t fail to notice his steps get quicker after exiting your bedroom, making his way out and into the hallway of your apartment.

you hated the way you continued to push away the gut feeling that it wasn’t just his mom, and you hated the way you told yourself that you were simply paranoid from some stories you had heard that took place in the past.

the paranoia that kept growing when he’d stop showing you things on his phone, always leaving it screen down on the table.

the paranoia that kept growing when the two of you ran into an old friend of his while on a date, claiming that she was in the city for the week.

the paranoia that kept growing as you watched the way she’d make quinn’s group of friends laugh harder than you ever had.

the paranoia that grew as you kissed him, trying to ignore that his mind was clearly on something, or someone else.

you tried and you tried to fight the feeling, but you knew you were right.

you should have put the pieces together the second your friend revealed his past. you should have known that all this time he wasn’t trying to help you or shape you into a better person.

he was carefully sabotaging your life in every possible way.

his slender fingers danced along the skin of your back as you cuddled into his chest that night, nothing but the sound of the breeze brushing through the curtains filling the room.

that damn phone buzzed again, and you felt his warmth leave you as he shifted to grab it.

he thought you were asleep as he whispered words you couldn’t quite hear into his phone.

he thought you were asleep as he threw on a hoodie before gently pulling the covers over your body.

he thought you were asleep when he quietly tip toed out of your bedroom, careful to not step on any of the spots of your floor that creaked.

you definitely weren’t asleep when you heard the sound of your front door lock at three am.

for the past week that she had been in town, he’d leave you cold and alone in your bed during the hours where he should have been cuddled up next to you.

what a coincidence.

TRACK 05. DUMB AND POETIC ♬⋆.˚

you couldn’t fight the lump in your throat as you sat on your couch, the living room only illuminated by a single lamp.

you felt your stomach twist and turn as you listened to his keys jangle on the other side of your door, a key he’d soon return to you.

you felt defeated as he walked in, a calm smile on his face and a box of pizza in hand, like nothing was wrong in the world.

like nothing was wrong when your intuition told you to check his messages last night while he gently snored. messages that were filled with planned dates and sweet nothings that weren’t intended for you. you felt queasy as you looked at the pictures she had shared with him, wearing less and less as they got more recent.

“hey, why do you look so glum baby?” he gently rested the pizza on your kitchen counted before walking towards you, eyes narrowing in confusion when he saw the cardboard box rested on your coffee table.

“what’s that?” he questioned with a smile, peering over and looking inside.

his clothes that you once wore, his self help book that found a home on your nightstand, his beanies that you’d beg him to take off, and the picture frame holding the two of you together.

“why…why is this all here?” he laughed uncomfortably as searched your eyes, but there was nothing there.

he kneeled down to your position, taking your hands in yours as you stared at him with a blend of disappointment and pity.

you averted his eyes, turning your head and trying to hide the tears that formed. it hurt, you weren’t enough for him. he had pursued you first, you weren’t even looking for love, it wasn't on the table for you. but in the end it was you that wasn’t enough.

“is it…is this about jessica?” he asked gently and you scoffed, wiping a tear that slipped.

“that stupid name.” you muttered. “you found out something is wrong, and the first thing on your mind is her?”

“what are you taking about? if this is...baby i’ve never cheated on you!" he looked pathetic, groveling and begging for forgiveness for something that you hadn't even confirmed.

“i never said that you did." pulling your hands away from his for what would your hands away and his mouth dropped open, wanting to speak word’s but they wouldn’t come out. his reaction was truth enough.

and for the first time, quinn didn't have anything to say.

“you’ve got it all wrong.” he brushed a hand through his hair “i only love you, i think i’ve loved you since the day i saw you in the elevator.”

“you think?”

“don’t do that.” he shook his head as he stood up, running his palm over his face as he tried to calm himself.

“why are you getting so mad? you’re the one who put us in this situation.”

“fuck, y/n.” he paced around your living room, "you're putting words in my mouth." he looked at you sternly, like a dad scolding his child. "i didn't fucking do anything, okay?" your body turned itself away from him as he raised his voice, he had never talked to you in such a way.

he always talked to you with a gentle tone, always so soft and well spoken.

maybe the quinn you knew, wasn't him at all.

"i think you should go, quinn." your voice was hushed, barely above a whisper as you grabbed the box, raising it in front of you for him to take.

"y/n...please..." you hated the way his expression instantly flipped as he pleaded. "you love me, don't you?"

you felt sick. he was grasping for straws, trying to manipulate you into feeling bad, to make you feel like you'd be nothing without him.

but you were nothing with him, and everything without him.

"go." you repeated, tears slipping down your cheeks.

he scoffed, any sign of remorse gone just as fast as it appeared. you couldn't believe you were so blind to it before. acting all kind and protective when you needed him, but now looking at you with hatred in his eyes when you didn't.

he didn't take the box, instead shaking his head and walking out of your apartment, and your relationship.

a relationship built on performative empathy and false sensitivity.

how dumb and poetic.

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Stark Contrast 1

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Summary: your online friend isn't who he claims to be.

Characters: Tony Stark

Sister series to Captain's Orders

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It's been a long day. Every day seems longer than the last. All that overtime is adding up. It's needling right at the base of your neck.

Unclench your jaw. You keep forgetting. The pressure makes your head hurt. You rub your eye socket and yawn as you drag your feet down the dark pavement.

You approach your building and look at the heel of your hand, mascara smeared on your skin, no doubt across your face too. Oh well, you're home. Not necessarily the perfect haven but a place to be alone.

You bob in the elevator to the music in your headphones. You step off and keep your head down in a lazy shuffle down the hallway. You unlock your door and spin inside, letting the song play out as you hang your jacket and purse. You kick of your sneakers and drift into the kitchen, mindlessly searching for something quick to eat.

You detach your headphones from your phone and take them off. You let the music drone as you mull over the effort to cook a box of processed mac and cheese. You pause the music and scroll through your feed. Nothing interesting. You let a live feed play. You never pay much attention to the new but it's good white noise. 

You pull down your notification bar. Oh shoot. You forgot to answer the last message.

You'd been chatting with Eddie during your lunch but had to get back to the grind. Those bougie middle-aged women won't find those overpriced candles themselves. Then they'll complain that the Martha Stewart limited edition is sold out. Oh, to have such simple problems.

You blink as the video plays in a little box floating over the chat. 

'Sorry. Got caught up at work. Just seeing this now. Hope you have a good night.' You send the message and pull the video into fullscreen.

He doesn't always answer at night. Or sometimes for days. He's pretty busy. An engineer or something. You met on some discord when Elden Ring dropped.

You narrow your eyes at the stream. You swear every time you see a screen, Tony Stark is on it. There he is now, giving a presser to a fawning crowd of reporters.

He claps his hand to his chest pocket and gives a subtle look down as he slides out his phone. He drops it back in and shrugs at his adoring audience, "I'm a busy guy, what can I say?"

They laugh, unbothered by his distraction. You turn back to your search for an easy meal. Oh, you still have that frozen pizza. This late, it'll make your chest burn in the morning but you don't care.

You preheat the oven and go to your phone, agitated by the murmur of the reporters and their softball questions. You don't have a problem with the man or his mighty band of Avengers, hey, they do their best. It's this whole celebrity shell around them. The sort that has half the population is a dysfunctional parasocial relationship.

You switch to a reality show that pits home bakers against each other. It's a bad choice. It stokes your already twisting hunger and sparks your sweet tooth. You never shy away from a treat. Good thing you don't have any.

The stove beeps as the subtle smell of smoke rises. You figure it's not that bad if the alarm isn't going. You put the pizza in and swipe up your phone. You pace around and check your news feed. There's a new Amiibo out. Nope, you will not get suckered into another money grab. You're save. Not for anything special, just rent. Another price hike. The next one might put you out.

You pizza finishes and your phone buzzes. You cut it into uneven slices and take a few on a paper towel. You flop onto the couch and read Eddie's response.

'I get it. Probably out on a date with a hot guy. Or lady. No judgment.'

You shake your head. He's such and idiot sometimes. 'Nah. You're awake?'

'You know I don't sleep.'

You wouldn't guess it by his erratic responses. If anything, you'd only assume he doesn't keep a routine. His bouts of activity are unpredictable.

'Let's not talk about work.' He replies before you can. The next message is a mood. 'I'm over it.'

'Sure. What do we talk about? You gonna help me co-op Starscourge Radahn? You never log on anymore.'

Your phone quakes as an audio call comes in. You nearly drop it as you opt to save the slice of pizza in your other hand first. You finally hit answer with your greasy thumb.

"Fair warning, I'm eating. I'm flipping starving," you say.

"You sound ravenous," Eddie says. "So, what's for... a very late dinner?"

"Pizza. Spinach and mozzarella."

"Order in?"

"Frozen," you mutter.

"Gross," he remarks. He's a bit of a snob. "You coulda hit me up. I'd send you some money for real food. I'm sure you've got a few shwarma places around that hellhole."

"Har har. If I'm so poor, why do you talk to me?"

"Good question. Can I think about it?" He snickers as you roll your eyes. "Look, sweetheart, I'm sorry about the video game--"

"You know, you sound like my dad."

"I do?" He nearly yelps.

"Sweetheart this. Video games. You talk like you were born in the 60s."

"I heard the 60s were pretty hip," he laughs.

"Hip? Oh you're definitely a catfish," you tease.

"How do I know you're not some desperate housewife using me for kicks?" He accuses.

"I sent you pics," you say.

"I've sent mine too," he retorts. "Alright, only solution here is to admit we're both catfish. You want me to order you good food and I want... uh, well, you're a good distraction."

"A good distraction? That's it?" You huff. "Thanks, Ed."

"I'm playing. You know I like you. I was just on my way to meet this tall blonde and I called you instead."

"Sure you were," you hiss. "You know, I had too long a day for you to be so annoying."

He cackles. You smile, just a bit. He really can be a butt. You don't know why you talk to him.

"How's the pizza? You want me to order you some real stuff yet?"

"Eddie," you sigh. It's a nice offer but you're not stupid. You don't give people on the internet your address. "That's too much."

"It's really not," he insists.

"To me it is." You drop the pizza and paper towel on the lone TV table by your ratty sofa. "You know, I get it, you're trying to be nice, but... you just kinda make me feel..."

"What? I make you feel... some sort of way, so that's good, right?"

"Ugh, don't. I get it, alright? I'm poor. Trash," you cross your arms and sit back. "Go and meet the tall blonde and have your fancy five star dinner."

He's quiet, "I was only messing with you."

"Well, maybe you should stop," you say as you sit forward and talk directly into your phone. "You obviously don't have the time for me. And a lot more important friends so--"

"Hey, come on, it's a joke--"

You hit end and toss your phone to the other end of the couch. You already know you overreacted. Shoot. Ugh.

It's just that stupid woman today, yelling at you over a bunny ornament, like the fact that is was put on the wrong shelf is your fault. You organise the shelves constantly but people don't care. They don't read either.

Your phone jitters again. You ignore and get up. You pack away the leftover pizza and put it in the fridge. That's your dinner for tomorrow, if not the next day.

God, why does he have to rub his money in your face? His super fun life. He went to Tokyo last week on a work trip.

You're a bitch. Insecure at that. It's probably best you cut free now. You wouldn't want to project all that on him. Besides, it's starting to feel like he only talks to you to make himself feel better. He shouldn't need that much help.

❤️

It's your own fault. You know it. Your worst and best trait is your crippling self-awareness. You know what you are, how you are, but it doesn't make it better.

You feel bad. You always do. Even if you're right, you feel rotten. You just don't like being like that. And what did Eddie do but joke around?

Did he have to keep offering to pay for you? Or mention that tall blonde?

Sigh. Just focus. You go back to putting the throw pillows back into the display basket. You watched a pair of kids toss them around for the last hour.

Life isn't easy and you should stop expecting it to be. That's your problem. You can't settle for what you have.

Julie, your manager comes by as you set the last of the pillows on those nearly overflowing the basket. You smile. She scowls.

"Your name tag's upside down," she points to your chest.

You look down. Oh jeez. You flip it around.

"Dress code infraction. Next time, I'll write you up." She warns.

"Sorry," you frown.

"There's customers. Smile."

As if one cue, the automatic doors open. You busy yourself with the next display, as if the napkin rings are that interesting. Julie snaps her fingers at Casey. He sniffs and tries to act like he didn't smoke up before he punched in.

"You're the greeter. Mind doing some greeting," she hisses.

"Oh, yeah," he stands and struts away from the lawn chair display, "hey, dude, like, hi. Welcome to The Home Hub. Anything I can help you-- woah, no way."

He starts laughing. You peek over your shoulder as Julie sighs. Casey coughs and clears his throat, "bro, am I high or is this dude Iron Man?"

You turn and narrow your eyes at the man. Goatee, sunglasses, a nice suit. He bears a striking resemblance to the man behind the podium at he presser the night before. You tilt your head. That's impossible.

"Casey, go to the warehouse and start downstocking," Julie sneers as she stomps forward. "I'm so sorry, sir. We-- Oh, oh. Oh my god, it is him."

She swoons and fans herself. Your eyes go wide as you give a goof smile. She's ridiculous.

"Hey, sweetheart," he purrs at her. "I'm looking for uh, a..." he takes off his sunglasses and glances around, "a bath mat."

"Bath mat? Uh. Oh, er..."

"You," he points in your direction. You turn to look for someone else behind you. "Show me."

You face him and Julie gives you a crazed sneer. You step away from the napkin rings. "Sure, uh, sir, they're in the back."

"Amazing," he winks as he approaches. There's something about his cadence. You never noticed on the screen, but it's familiar?

"Tony Stark, but I'm sure you already know," he says as he comes up next to you.

You continue down the centre aisle and nod, "yep, uh, kinda."

"Kinda?" He wonders.

"I mean, you're Iron Man or something, right?"

"Or something," he chortles. "You know what, on the second hand," he stops and checks out a silver statue of a naked Grecian goddess, "I think I came for this." He traces along her tits. "Don't make em like they used to, huh?"

He looks at you. No, he looks at your chest. You sputter.

"Bath mats are this way," you turn.

"Ah, come on, don't be like that FinchiePie."

You stop short. Your lashes flick and you gulp. How does he know your user name. You turn to look at him.

He adjusts his tie as he comes closer.

"You know, my middle name is Edward. Anthony Edward Stark."

You stare at him. No, it can't be. That's ridiculous.

"Eddie?" You rasp.

He puts his hands out and smirks, "it's a cute nickname, isn't it?"

"No."

"You left things a little tense. I don't like untied ends so..."

"It's a joke. A prank," you shake your head. "Is this what you do for fun?"

"I'm a funny guy, sweetheart, but I'm not joking right now," he comes closer. "Look, if I tell you the truth, that there was no tall blonde, that I was lying, will you give me a chance?"

You search his face. You're lost. Your disbelief muddles reality.

"This isn't real."

"You ever tried shwarma? It's so damn good."

"No, Eddie-- No, Tony?" Your eyes flit back and forth. "I... I gotta..." you spin and scurry away.

He calls your name. You can't stop. You run down the bath aisle and into the employee restroom. You twist the lock and stare at your baffled reflection.

"What the fuck?" You ask the person in the mirror.

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎

Chat Noir!Reader

Summary || teenage supers weren’t uncommon to see, but you were a particularly interesting one.

A/N: ideas, ideas, ideas…. AUGH. You get ur ass invertedly adopted by the GDA, in a way. Next part is coming soon! (Reader is a teenager here.)

“Cataclysm!”

Lately there's been more and more sightings of akumas, the blackened butterflies with purple idents. On one's own, they're easy to resist. But not when the victim completely overcome with emotions, which causes a lot of problems.

mainly for one reason only: Akumatizations.

Meaning you've had to spread out your already wide area that was Paris, but as of late—you've been spotted around in Chicago as well, which rose some suspicions amongst the G.D.A, and even the civilians themselves. You were as strange one, capable of mass and pure destruction. Yet upon sighting you, you were as brave, calm and gentle as one could be for a superhero. A teenaged one at that.

Civilians had made assumptions about you, the director of the G.D.A was curious about you at most, but all in all—You didn't seem to pose a major threat, you only took care of the problem, then left as quick as you came.

You sighed as you rubbed the temple of your forehead, arching a brow as you took in the silent win. a silent smile gracing your lips. Another akuma bit the dust, and you saved the victim.

Without your partner, you weren't sure how you could've purified the akuma. Initially you had asked Plagg for help, but as usual, he was his mysterious, riddle-ridden self. That made you groan, so you had to figure out a way, study the scrolls; ask Master Fu for help and so on. It was strange to say the least, but this new extension of your hero life was nice—to an extent.

Despite it, you were a smart cat. you figured out how to purify the akuma on your own, without the ladybug yo-yo that your partner always carried around. though it took some extraneous effort, the result was worth it.

"oh my gosh." the vicim gaps, wincing as he held his head. he was confused, which was normal. stuff like this always happens after the experience, it was as if one's mind goes blank, just letting your innermost thoughts translates to your actions. fortunately you were there to help them snap out of it.

"ça va?" you ask, and the victim snaps his head back up at you in confusion. and you arch a brow, stewing in the confusion. suddenly you facepalmed your head, now immediately understanding why he was confused.

You weren't in Paris anymore, not right now. "Sorry! what I meant to say was," You began, holding out your hand to help the victim up. "Are you alright?"

"uh yeah," he mutters, shaking his head to ward off the adrenaline he was still feeling. "thanks."

You affirm the sentiment with a small nod, winking at him. "of course, it's the job of the great, charming cat noir after all." You still kept a gentle hold on him, making sure he was stable enough otherwise to stand on his own without support. the victim casts a long glance at you, and you understand why. you just wished that you didn't get so many questioning looks about your being here.

Teenage superheroes weren't abnormal, so why the hell did you keep getting weird looks towards you? all it just did is make you wish you were back in Paris, where you did your usual thing with Ladybug; then go home.

"hey uh..."

'oh here we go', you think to yourself. here comes the questions, you didn't want to stick around, seriously. but you always helped the victims, and left your partner to be answering the questions. you were used to that, but she wasn't around. so it was just you, and the victims. luckily there was no stupendous scrawling of reporters and cameras to cover this incident, not here in Chicago. it was just another day--but, were the citizens okay? they must be severely desensitized to the point that it became their normal to be watching such crimes happen.

you were concerned for the people of America.

he grimaces, and you watch as he readjusted himself on his own. your cross your arms, eyes watching him like a genuine black cat. "are you okay? you look kinda young to be doing this." he asks, and that surprises you.

you stand on the balls of your feet, tapping around the stone pavement. "I'm fine," you mutter, holding back the temptation of rolling your eyes. "you should be going back home, akumatizations can take a toll and make you feel sore." you inform, jabbing a thumb vaguely.

he eyes you wearily, but he caves. better to listen to the hero, and you were all the more glad for it.

your cat-like eyes watch him as he walks off, making sure that he was completely out of the danger zone before you finally relaxed. "good grief." you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck before you turned around, holding out your staff and extending it.

out of habit, you wait for a moment.

nobody? good.

you jump away, feeling the breeze crawl through your hair. you sighed contentedly, you held up your ring for a brief moment, watching for how many paw pads you had left.

'putain!' you curse inwardly, hopping on one foot, hand or the other. almost zoning out from your surroundings.

two pads. which meant you needed to get back to your house, and quickly. there is also the less safer possibility of having to find somewhere to hide and recharge Plagg to continue going on forward with the day, of course with the usual kicking the bad guy's ass.

you groan inwardly to yourself as you hop onto a rooftop, your ears perking each and every way as you contemplate your circumstances. on one hand, you've been fending off the akumas sent by your sworn enemy, and on the other: you had to juggle your life as a student, and a model.

frankly you were more surprised that your own forsaken and sworn enemy even manifested the energy to come after you as well, even if you were in a completely different country. you honestly gave up a mental applause for the guy, he certainly had a lot more tenacity then you thought.

and also completely deranged.

You sighed to yourself, hopping off the building rooftop with a meow. Flippantly hopping off one surface and the other as you went straight to your desired destination.

An Açaí food front, their shit was good as hell. There were very few places back in Paris that had such a thing and you wouldn’t miss out on it right now. It was too good to pass up.

This is not how you wanted the rest of your day to go. You just wanted your Açaí food bowl, but no—

"Fear me!"

you could barely make out what the perperator is saying as you take down each of them one by one.

you immediately lament every single choice in your life so far that had gotten you to this point, and quite literally, you make the thought that being six feet under the ground would be way better then what you were doing right now. your body was sore to the living heavens, and you could definitely hear Plagg screaming at you from within the ring right now.

currently, you got yourself wrapped up in a fight with a villain. well, more like a couple of them. they were dressed in scaly costumes and bore an odd white crescent shaped insignia on their chests. one was at the forefront, leading the rest of them into the fight.

you were trying your best to find them off, as you had relatively steady combat experience; and all in due part to your flexibility and agility. but they sure were relentless.

you dug your feet into the asphalt as you ground yourself, then propelled forward with a thrust. taking each and every step with a calculated precision as you knocked out the minions with a quick strike of your extended staff, controlling the length of it with ease. as you do so, you try to recall who these people are.

"you guys are the lizard league right?" you chuckle, crawling forward as you jump around the last few standing minions. and avoiding those who were running away. the leader chokes at your ignidation, his forehead bulging with an evident pulse. "thought the guardians kicked your asses a couple months ago." you grin, flashing a shiny canine as you swipe at the leader.

of course you know about the guardians of the globe, who wouldn't? most famous team of heroes in America, in all of earth actually. you heard about their lacking in effort as of late, but it seemed they truly made a comeback.

"of course we're the lizard league, but we're better then we were back then!" he spat out, throwing a punch at you, but you narrowly dodge it—sidestepping as you crouched, balling your clawed black hand into a fist, and immediately retaliate.

“That so?” You laugh, throat-punching him. He gasps as he steps back, the loss of oxygen making him panic. You throw another one directly to the gut, right in the diaphragm. He keels over to his knees.

“You really gotta pay attention man,” you grin, flashing your signature smile. “Give up yet?”

You stood over the last conscious member of the ragged Lizard League, panting, claws slick with grime and blood, the ringing of your bell drowned out by the chaos that had just died down.

Your staff trembled slightly in your grip as the leader groaned beneath your boot. His tail twitched. His tongue lolled. He wasn’t getting back up.

You crouched, ready to tie him up—or knock him out again if he tried anything stupid—when the sky split open with a sonic boom.

A blue blur shot down and slammed into the ground like a meteor.

You barely had time to react. Your ears twitched. You leapt back just in time to avoid being crushed under the sudden arrival of him.

The Immortal.

He landed like judgment itself—shoulders broad, fists clenched, piercing blue eyes scanning the scene. His presence was enough to make the air itself feel heavier.

“What the hell is going on here?” His voice boomed like thunder as his gaze swept across the destruction. His eyes locked onto you.

You straightened up, claws retracting halfway, though your tail flicked uneasily. “I had it handled,” you said flatly, nodding toward the half-conscious pile of scaly losers around you. “Was just cleaning up the trash.”

His gaze narrowed. His jaw clenched as he took a step closer. You tensed without meaning to.

“Who are you?” he asked, his tone shifting. Still rough, but there was something else behind it now. Not anger. Not suspicion.

Concern.

He stepped closer, looming over you with that towering frame. You were tall for fifteen, but next to him, you barely came up to his chest.

“Wait…” His eyes widened a little. “You’re a kid.”

Your tail curled tighter around your leg as your claws instinctively extended again. “I’m not just a kid,” you snapped. “I’m Cat Noir.”

You didn’t mean to sound defensive. But damn it, how many times were you gonna have to prove yourself?

The Immortal’s face twisted slightly—half confusion, half disbelief. He looked at the damage you’d done to the Lizard League, then back at you. Your mask didn’t hide the sharpness in your cat eyes, the way they gleamed with something more dangerous than teenage rebellion.

He stepped back, hands rising slightly. Not in surrender—but caution. Like he was handling something… fragile.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he said. “Not like this. You’re fifteen, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You’d seen that look before—from police, from teachers, sometimes even from Ladybug when things got too real.

But then his expression shifted again. The steel in his eyes came back. “You’re strong. I’ll give you that.” He looked around. “I’ve seen grown men with ten years of experience lose to these freaks.”

You gave a dry smile, flicking your staff back onto your back. “Yeah, well… maybe they didn’t have claws.”

He almost chuckled. Almost.

Then his gaze sharpened again, and for the briefest moment, he looked haunted—like something behind his eyes was bleeding through the cracks.

“I’ve lost too many kids,” he said quietly.

You didn’t flinch, but your stomach twisted. Something in his voice… heavy. Raw.

“I won’t lose another.”

You opened your mouth to argue—of course you were going to argue—but before you could get a word out, the sky behind him rippled.

A memory flared in your mind.

A red blur.

A splatter of blood.

“Why… why!”

The Immortal’s voice—shattered and betrayed—echoed in your ears before you even realized what it was.

You blinked. The scene shifted for a second in your head. Omni-Man. The Guardians.

You shook it off.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said, meeting his gaze. “I’m not them. And I’m not backing down.”

He stared at you long and hard. For a second, you thought he might fly off. Or yell. Or try to stop you.

Instead, he just nodded once.

But his voice was still low, still tired. “Just… don’t make me bury another one.”

And with that, he turned, boots lifting off the ground.

You stayed where you were, the wind from his flight kicking up dust around your boots.

You didn’t say anything until he was gone.

Then, to no one in particular, you muttered:

“Guess I made an impression.”

The Lizard League didn’t give you much more trouble after The Immortal flew off.

What was left of them—half-conscious, tangled in their own weapons, bleeding into the cracked concrete—you wrapped up quickly. Your claws slid back into your gloves with a metallic click, and with a flick of your wrist, your baton extended.

A few well-placed taps to their necks, just enough pressure, and they were out cold. You zipped them up with reinforced GDA-standard flex-cuffs, pulled from the belt you’d scavenged off some of their black-market gear last week. Wouldn’t hold forever, but long enough for the clean-up crew you texted on a secure burner line. You didn’t stick around to be thanked.

The skies above the city were darkening, clouds tinged orange with the setting sun as you bounded across rooftops. Your bell jingled softly with each leap, but you barely noticed it anymore. The wind kissed your face, brushing through your tousled hair and cooling the sweat beneath your suit.

You landed with a catlike thud outside your favorite little food bar downtown—Bowl Haus. Neon sign flickering. The girl at the counter knew you by now.

"Same as always?" she called, smirking behind a plexiglass shield.

"Add extra strawberries. I fought a lizard gang today," you said, tapping the counter with a clawed finger.

Five minutes later you were perched on a nearby fire escape, savoring the açaí like it was the first thing you’d tasted in days. Sweet. Cold. Your tongue darted across the spoon with practiced finesse.

Your tail swayed contentedly.

But the feeling never lasted long.

Back at your place—a temporary residence stacked high in the quiet side of the city—you pulled the blackout curtains closed and finally let the transformation drop.

Claws in.

With a shimmer of green light and a soft hum, the magic unraveled. The suit peeled away into smoke, retreating back into the ring on your finger. You let out a breath, half-relief, half-weariness.

And then came the groan.

"Ughhh… finally," drawled a tiny, smug voice. "I thought you'd never stop leaping around like a sugar-addicted squirrel on caffeine."

You rolled your eyes and plucked a piece of Camembert from the small fridge under the kitchen island. "You’re welcome, by the way," you muttered, tossing it toward the floating black cat-thing that had emerged from your ring.

Plagg caught it midair and chomped. “Mmm. Now that’s what heroism tastes like.”

"You know, normal people nap after nearly getting vaporized by a super-lizard’s acid breath," you said, stretching your arms. "But nooo, I fight monsters, eat frozen fruit bowls, and live in a penthouse with a ghost-cat who eats $70 cheese."

Plagg smirked. “Correction: a god of destruction who eats $70 cheese.”

You sank onto the couch, glancing around the empty, too-silent apartment. The place was sleek, modern, and about as cozy as a bank vault. Left to you after your father’s death—a man rich enough to own most of the city, powerful enough to keep it all hidden.

You didn’t like talking about him.

Didn’t like thinking about him.

And so you didn’t. You just exhaled, flicked on the TV with a wave of your hand, and slouched. You hadn’t planned on stopping for the night. Probably wouldn’t. You never really did.

Plagg, full and now curled into the crook of your shoulder, snored softly.

Then came the knock.

Three sharp raps. Confident. Deliberate.

You paused.

No one ever knocked here.

You stood, the air tensing around you as you approached the door. The peephole revealed a gaunt man in a black coat, hair white and shoulder-length, the left side of his face a twisted scar of flesh and synthetic mesh.

You opened the door just enough to speak. “If this is about property taxes, I pay my rent.”

“Cute,” Cecil Stedman said. His voice was gravel and tobacco. “But I’m not here for jokes.”

You leaned against the frame, eyeing him warily. “Then what are you here for? If you’re looking to lecture me about being a kid in tights, you’re the third person today.”

Cecil didn’t blink.

“I don’t care how old you are,” he said. “I care what you can do.”

That gave you pause.

“I saw the Lizard League mess. Your prints were all over it. Not bad work. Brutal, but clean. Efficient. If The Immortal hadn't gotten in the way, I might’ve been able to watch the full show.”

You crossed your arms, ring glinting under the hallway light. “You spying on me?”

“Everyone worth watching gets watched,” Cecil said. “And right now? You’re moving higher up the list.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Get to the point.”

He stepped closer, unbothered by your sharp tone. “I want to talk about the future. Your future. Earth’s, too.”

You hesitated. Not because of the offer. Because of the way he said it.

He wasn’t offering you a spotlight.

He was offering you a war.

And something in your gut told you… the real fight hadn’t even started yet.

You stared at Cecil for a beat longer, his face unreadable under the hallway light. His scar seemed to glow faintly, like a reminder that he’d been through hell and walked out with the devil’s phone number.

You stepped aside. “Come in. But wipe your shoes. This place is rented.”

He smirked slightly—just a twitch of the corner of his mouth—and entered. His boots thudded heavily against the floor. Plagg, who had been snoozing peacefully on the back of the couch, cracked open one glowing green eye.

“Company? Ugh, tell me he didn’t bring government cheese.”

You ignored Plagg and gestured toward the chair across from the couch. “Talk.”

Cecil sat down slowly, fingers laced together as he leaned forward. His gaze was heavy. Like it carried a thousand lives behind it.

“You’re sharp. Fast. A little reckless, but I’ve seen worse from people three times your age,” he began. “You’ve been cleaning up parts of the city even my own agents don’t step foot in anymore.”

You shrugged, arms crossed. “Someone’s gotta do it.”

Cecil nodded. “You’re not wrong. That’s the problem.”

He reached into his coat and tossed a sleek black tablet onto the table. It lit up instantly. The screen showed grainy footage: you—Cat Noir—taking down three Lizard League goons with surgical precision. No hesitation. No backup.

Another swipe, and it was Omni-Man’s first strike on the Guardians. Blood. Ruin.

Then another clip—Invincible struggling to hold back a tentacled alien in Kansas. It almost killed him. It had killed civilians.

Cecil’s voice was low, sharp.

“I’ve seen the world fall apart more than once. And I’ve seen what happens when we rely on people who aren’t ready. You? You’re something different.”

You looked at the footage. Then at him.

“You want me on your roster.”

“I want you ready,” he corrected. “Because it’s not just Lizard freaks and superpowered gangsters anymore. There are bigger things coming. Viltrumites. Interdimensional invasions. AI uprisings. And those are just this month’s problems.”

You exhaled slowly. “So you want to weaponize a fifteen-year-old.”

He didn’t flinch. “I want to give a fifteen-year-old the chance to choose.”

Plagg floated over, hovering behind your shoulder. “He doesn’t like giving chances. He likes giving missions. And body bags.”

You didn’t wave him off this time.

Cecil’s eyes flicked to Plagg, then back to you. “I’m not here to sugarcoat. You’re dangerous. That suit, that power—it’s not built for parades. It’s for war.”

You turned away for a second, eyes flicking to the dark window. The reflection staring back at you wasn’t just a tired teen anymore. It hadn’t been in a long time.

“…What do you want me to do?” you asked.

Cecil stood slowly, his voice low but firm. “Train with us. Not full-time. Not yet. But we bring you in, teach you how to work with a team. How to survive. When the next world-ending threat comes, you won’t be flying solo.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then: “What if I say no?”

Cecil didn’t blink.

“Then I hope I never have to send someone to collect what’s left of you.”

He started for the door, then paused. “Think it over. We’re not in a rush. But the end of the world?”

He looked over his shoulder.

“It is.”

The door shut behind him like a judge’s gavel.

Plagg floated beside you silently. For once, he didn’t joke.

You looked down at the tablet he left behind—glowing in the dark like a warning.

So. The question wasn’t whether you’d fight.

It was who you’d be fighting with.

The next morning came too fast.

You hadn't slept.

Too many questions. Too many possible futures pulling at the edges of your thoughts like claws against glass. But in the end, you tapped the tablet, typed ‘I’m in’.

two minutes later, your apartment was pinged with coordinates and a time.

Now, standing in the middle of a steel-reinforced training facility buried beneath a mountain, you were wondering if you should’ve at least eaten something beforehand.

Cecil stood on a raised control platform above the main training floor, arms folded, flanked by two silent GDA operatives in black armor.

His voice came through a hidden speaker, sharp and impersonal.

“Welcome to Day One. This is where we find out if you’re just fast and lucky, or if you’re the real deal.”

You adjusted your gloves, claws flexing out once—click-click—before retracting.

Across from you on the training mat stood three other figures. You recognized them immediately:

Brit – The old-school tank of a man with super strength and invulnerability. Moved like a freight train.

Bulletproof – Speedster with density shifting. A living missile when he wanted to be.

And Monster Girl – in her teen form, she looked like your age, but you knew better. Sweet voice. Demon fists.

Great. They’re throwing me in with the ‘no mercy’ crew.

A buzzer blared.

“Show us what you’ve got, kid,” Cecil said. “And don’t hold back. They won’t.”

The floor vibrated as Brit charged first.

He came in swinging—a full-arm punch that could crack a van in half. You ducked under the punch with catlike reflexes, your tail flipping up behind you as you vaulted backward and over his head.

"Too slow, grandpa!" you called mid-flip.

He snorted. “Fast mouth. Let’s see if you can back it up.”

Bulletproof came in next—

A blur of black and gold slamming into your side like a sledgehammer. You flew across the mat, hit the wall, and bounced off it—but twisted in the air just enough to land on all fours.

“Okay. Ow,” you muttered, half a grin forming.

You cracked your staff out—

The baton extended with a satisfying SNAP, and you jabbed it into the ground to launch yourself at Monster Girl just as she transformed mid-air into a snarling demon-beast. Her claw met yours—black on green—and the shockwave of the impact knocked the air out of the room.

You twisted mid-swipe, your staff wrapping behind her leg. A yank. A sweep. She hit the mat hard.

For about two seconds.

Then she growled and punched you halfway across the mat into a stack of reinforced sandbags.

“Okay,” you coughed. “Note to self. Don’t piss off the demon toddler.”

The rest of the fight blurred.

Your suit was scuffed, the bell at your throat dented, your claws cracked. But you’d left marks of your own. Bulletproof’s visor was scratched. Brit’s jaw was bruised. Monster Girl was panting.

The buzzer blared again.

“Enough,” Cecil said.

You stood, panting, adrenaline still thrumming through your limbs.

He came down from the platform, boots echoing.

“I’ll be honest,” he said, giving you a look. “I thought you’d fold in under a minute. You lasted ten.”

You wiped a trickle of blood from your lip and grinned through the ache. “Is that a record?”

“No,” Brit muttered. “But it ain’t nothing.”

Monster Girl, back in human form, offered you a half-nod. “You hit harder than you look, Cat Boy.”

“Cat Noir,” you corrected, groaning as you stretched your back.

Cecil stopped in front of you. “You’re raw. Undisciplined. But you’ve got instincts. And you don’t let fear slow you down.”

He handed you a sealed black file folder.

“Consider this your unofficial acceptance. Keep showing up like this, and maybe we’ll make it official.”

You took the folder, heartbeat steady now. Still sore. Still tired. But standing.

“Good,” you said. “Because I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

Cecil gave you one last long look. “Let’s just hope you live long enough for us to be glad you didn’t.”

Then he turned and walked off into the shadows of the facility.

You looked down at the file in your hands.

Your name wasn’t printed on the cover.

Just one word: “Asset.”

You waited until the others had cleared the training floor.

Plagg had already slipped into your hood, grumbling something about bruised ribs and lactose-based compensation. The lights dimmed around you, the mechanical hum of the facility fading into the background.

You sat on a nearby bench, muscles still thrumming, and peeled the seal off the black folder with a slow, deliberate motion. The moment it opened, a faint hiss escaped—some kind of auto-unlock mechanism built into the paper itself. Fancy.

Inside?

Several sheets. No names. No titles. Just cold, clinical language.

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[Subject Codename: CHAT NOIR]

Clearance Level: Tier-2 GDA Operative Candidate

Status: Provisionally active

Assigned Handler: Stedman, C.

Psychological Profile (Redacted)

Subject demonstrates high cognitive adaptability, advanced moral reasoning in contrast with destructive capacity. Recent trauma has amplified vigilante tendencies. Caution advised. Possible destabilization under stress.

Recommendation: Monitor closely. Potential asset. Potential liability.

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[Suit Analysis – “Miraculous Armor”]

Composition: Unknown (non-terrestrial in origin). Appears to bond at a molecular level with the user via ring artifact.

Properties: Reactive defensive layering. Enhanced mobility. Energy dissipation field. Retractable claws possess nano-filament threading—can cut through reinforced titanium at close range.

Weaknesses: Recharge-dependent. Power source linked to non-human symbiotic entity (Code Name: PLAKK).

Notes: Attempts to isolate power source from the user have been... unsuccessful. (See: Incident Report #613.)

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[Entity Profile – “PLAKK”]

Status: Unknown. Symbiotic. Possibly interdimensional. Sentient.

Risk Assessment: Extreme.

Recommendation: Do not engage directly. Containment protocols classified Level Omega.

Observation: Entity displays feline traits. High intelligence. Voracious cheese dependency. Attitude: Insufferable.

You glanced over your shoulder. “They nailed you.”

Plagg peeked out, unbothered. “Can’t argue with science.”

The final page was heavier. Thicker. It wasn’t typed—it was handwritten. Cecil’s penmanship was sharp, decisive.

‘I’ve read the reports. I’ve seen the footage.

You’re dangerous, kid. And if I’m being honest, I like that.

But make no mistake—this isn’t a team, it’s a war machine.

The GDA doesn’t build heroes. We build survivors.

And if you want to make it through what’s coming next? You better be both.’

– Cecil

You closed the folder.

The weight of it stayed in your hands, like it didn’t want to be put down.

You weren’t just playing superhero anymore.

You were on the board.

And every move from here on out? Had consequences.

Plagg floated up beside you, unusually quiet.

“…So,” he said. “Still wanna play with the big dogs?”

You stared ahead, eyes narrowing.

“No,” you said.

“I want to run the damn pack.”

Downtime hit like a silence you weren’t ready for.

After that first training session, Cecil didn’t call. No pings. No late-night encrypted texts. The file stayed locked in your desk drawer, sealed under biometric access, but it felt heavier than any mission briefing. It wasn’t rejection. It was worse.

They were watching to see what you’d do next.

The sun had dipped low, slicing gold across the city’s skyline. You sat on the edge of the rooftop outside your temporary apartment—barefoot, still in your civilian clothes, the wind tugging lightly at your hair.

Plagg was curled beside you, a cheese wheel bigger than his body slowly vanishing one smug bite at a time.

“You know,” he mumbled mid-chew, “you could’ve been a pastry chef. A magician. Even a fashion designer. You’ve got flair. But no. You pick world-saving. With these people.”

You leaned back on your hands, the ring on your finger catching the light. “Not like there’s much left for me to bake for.”

Plagg didn’t say anything to that. He never did when it came to your dad. Or what happened. Or the way you couldn’t stand the echo in your own apartment sometimes.

You looked out at the city below.

People moved like blood through veins. Fast. Purposeful. Living. You weren’t even sure what that meant for you anymore. You weren’t famous. You weren’t part of the Guardians. You were a black cat in a world full of wolves, Viltrumites, and gods.

But you were still here.

That had to count for something.

Your phone buzzed beside you. Just a text from the açaí place. A new flavor drop.

You smiled faintly.

“You ever think maybe the world doesn’t need another superweapon?” you asked.

Plagg yawned. “The world never needs one. It just keeps making them.”

“…What if I don’t want to be one?”

Plagg turned his glowing green eyes toward you. “Then don’t be.”

You looked down.

“Pretty sure it’s already too late.”

You didn’t transform. Not tonight. No patrol. No missions.

Just you, the skyline, and a black cat god chewing through Manchego like it was popcorn.

You stretched out on the roof, one arm behind your head, eyes trailing stars.

“I don’t think Cecil trusts me.”

Plagg chuckled. “Cecil doesn’t even trust himself. But he’s right about one thing.”

“What?”

“You’re dangerous.”

You turned your head to him, raising an eyebrow.

Plagg smiled, fangs barely showing.

“And you haven’t even started yet.”

[pia-nor481]

Dating Advice

Lando Norris x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo 18+

Lando is in desperate need of advice in securing a date. He does so, just not in the way he expected

6.8k words Masterlist

"Don't laugh at me. It's not funny." Lando groaned, pouring himself another drink. "It is a little bit. You're a rich formula one driver who many women think is attractive and you can't get a second date. Are you sure it's not your personality." Daniel jested, arms behind his head as he leant back on the bed. "I'm being serious, asking for dating advice and all I get back is you laughing in my face. Is that not a turn off for your girlfriend?" Lando pouted, bringing the glass to his lips. "Hey don't start on me. You don't know how long it look me to actually get a girlfriend; who, may I add, wasn't easy to win over." Daniel said, reaching for his beer on the night stand. "Oh really, like you had to work for it. Rich formula one driver." Lando was a little bitter, he hadn't been laid in months, and it wasn't from a lack of trying. 

"Tell me what you're actually doing, maybe we can find the problem." Lando was convinced that he was meeting the wrong kind of woman. "Well, you know, usually I'd pick her up from her place, bring flowers...Don't act surprised I'm not evil. Go out to dinner, of course I pay, again I'm not evil, plus this is Monaco so it's kind of required of me...Then you know..." Lando trailed off, reaching for his drink, desperately trying to ease his nerves. "Are you kidding me. You really are a dog." Daniel laughed, almost choking on his beer. "I am not. You're acting like you weren't when you first started racing." The brit finally sat down sighing. "Not really, I didn't have much game back then. Plus, if that's how you're ending the night, why are you acting like you've not gotten any in months?" Lando just looked down at his glass, not acknowledging Daniel's presence in the slightest. "Oh my, you've slept with them all. Every eligible woman in Monaco you've already had sex with. What are you? Some streetwalker?" Lando's face contorted as he heard the Australian's voice, it didn't matter how the sentence was worded, it always sounded horrific. "Maybe. Look it's not that bad. I asked for advice didn't I? We've been friends for years. So...Help me, please." His voice almost whined in desperation. "It doesn't matter what advice I give you. There's no one left to exercise it on." Daniel laughed, getting up to grab another drink. 

"Please don't ask me if I know any good doctors." Daniel muttered, looking to the side at Lando. "I don't have an STD. I'm a slut not an idiot." Lando crossed his arms as he spoke. "Good."

"Anyway, we know what you've done wrong. She is automatically assuming that she's just a hook up. You've created that idea. " Daniel stated with his hands back behind his head. "One good thing you're doing right is the flowers, the rest must come from what you say." Lando was slightly hurt, but he had to admit it now that his friend pointed it out, that he was the problem. "To be honest I don't really remember what I said." Lando muttered into his glass. "Enough to get her into bed clearly...Sorry that was a low blow." The Australian was quick to sip on the alcohol before beginning to speak again. "So one of the best things you can do is really get her talking, mostly about herself. But put in a few double questions if you will; a question specific enough that it gets a slightly personal or unique response but also generic enough that she can ask about you. But first you have to complement her, 'You look gorgeous tonight', 'Those earrings are really pretty', one thing I will say about jewellery, don't ask where it's from or where she got it in case it's a family thing and you know talking about dead relatives ain't great chat. Anyway make sure it's specific, if she's wearing a gold necklace make sure you mention it's gold, it shows that you're actually paying attention to her." Lando payed attention to every word that left Daniel's mouth, taking mental notes diligently. 

"Then move onto DHA. Her dreams, hopes and aspirations. Trust me... panty peeler." Daniel stated like it was the simplest thing in the world. Lando shook his head slowly, trying to fathom how that would work in securing him a second date. "Seriously? What happened to not having game?" Lando said, astounded at Daniel's advice. "Hey, I have a girlfriend don't I? Plus it took six dates to even get her to my place so, I think I did pretty well." He spoke hand on his heart, clearly offended. "So, was it a panty peeler?" The brit rushed out, quickly downing the rest of his drink. Daniel rolled his eyes before speaking again. "Obviously, but definitely later than six dates. She wasn't easy." He was smiling just thinking about her. "Alright, don't rub it in."

"You know what?" Daniel started, almost jumping up from the bed. "You need to test your newfound knowledge." He slurred, stumbling slightly as he got up. They had been talking at Daniel's flat for hours, mostly about the recent Bills game and the next quadrant video, so talking for hours lead to plenty of alcohol. "What are you on about?" Lando wasn't particularly sober either, but that didn't stop his curiosity. "You need a fake date, where I can help guide you a bit." Lando's eyes widened hearing Daniel's proposal. "I'm not going out with you and you're girlfriend." Lando stated, shaking his head, he didn't drink as much as Daniel, he never did, but even he could tell that Daniel was in no state of mind for this conversation. "Nah man. We do it here. You can practice, get it right with some help, and maybe you can travel to Nice and find a lady there." It was clear Daniel was getting too excited about the thought. "I need to get home. We'll talk about this later."

When she came home from work the following morning she was surprised to find Daniel laying askew on the sofa. She made quick work in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and looking for some pain killers. "Danny." She whispered, shaking him slightly. "Danny, wake up." He slowly began to stir, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Morning, Darling." He almost groaned, taking the water but not the pills. Exhaustion painted her face as she sat beside him, curious about the night he had. 

"So, did you and Lando do anything interesting?" She spoke softly, mindful of the state Daniel is in. He bought his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him before speaking. "Mostly stuff you've already heard from me or I know you don't really care for." She got up once again, not worried for her boyfriend anymore, and ventured back to the kitchen, desperate for a warm drink in what now was the morning. "But?" She asked as she opened the cupboards. "I found out he's slept with every single lady in Monaco, and possibly Nice, but he didn't say anything about the French." Daniel said as he got up, following her into the kitchen. "No." Her disbelief was apparent in her tone, even as Daniel slid his arms around her waist and mumbled a quiet 'I know' into her neck. Her cheeks warmed at the feeling. "So you spent hours talking to Lando about his love life?" She wanted to distract herself from the feeling of him against her, thinking about anything that would keep her thoughts away from the fact his cock was pushed against her ass. "Maybe a little bit of you...Anyway Lando was asking for a little bit of help with actually dating women." Daniel stole the mug out of her hand and took a sip, burning his tongue slightly. "Serves you right." She laughed, turning around in his grasp. "So what did you say?" She was curious, they spoke about past relationships before, Daniel mostly about his lack of them, so she was slightly shocked that Lando would go to her boyfriend for advice. In his younger days he was very focused on racing, to a point that he had no time for relationships, so at the time he was supposed to be learning the best way to woo a woman, his mind was filled with a steering wheel and how to use DRS. "Exactly what I did to win you over." His hands met her cheeks, pulling her in for a sweet kiss. 

"How kind of you. Considering he has already been with every woman in Monaco, is he going to be traveling to find himself a girlfriend?" Upon hearing her statement Daniel become slightly nervous, perhaps asking his partner to go on a fake date with one of his best friends was not the best idea. "Well I may have made a suggestion." His hand left her waist and found the back of his neck rather quickly as his eyes shifted from her face.  "I think Lando should practice before he travels to Italy to find a girlfriend." He said in a slightly higher tone. "Let me guess, you're brilliant idea was for me to be the date?" She pondered out loud. At this point she was really considering it, it didn't really have any impact in their relationship. So realistically what could go wrong? "Has Lando already agreed?" She asked with a small smile, easing Daniel's nerves slightly. "Not yet, I was pretty drunk when I suggested it, to be fair so was he, so maybe he doesn't even remember. We will see. The worst that can happen is he says no." A small shred of excitement ran through her. "Call him later, you know how long it takes him to get up after he's been drinking." 

She went to bed both peaceful and enthused. She was hopeful that Lando says yes, and this quickly led to a spiral of questions: Where would they be? What would she wear? What was he going to ask her? How would she answer? It almost concerned her, she probably shouldn't be feeling so excited to go on a date, even if it was a pretend one, with her boyfriend's friend. 

Daniel grabbed his phone almost immediately after she fell asleep. Lando struggled to pick up his phone while still laying in bed. Lando was smaller than Daniel so alcohol always hit him faster and for longer. "What do you want?" Lando groaned into the phone, eyes still closed. "That's no way to speak to the friend that secured you a practice date." Daniel huffed down the line, playfulness practically bubbling out of him. "Are you being serious? You actually remembered asking me to go on a date with your girlfriend, and have somehow convinced her?" Lando was both shocked and amused. He sat up slightly, running his hand through his curly hair. "I didn't actually do any convincing, if I'm honest she figured it out." The brit's jaw fell open slightly, not only did he not expect Daniel to remember, he especially didn't expect his girlfriend to agree. "When?" He we was unsure as to what made him ask, but if it was going to help him then it was a good idea. "Tomorrow night, around eight." Daniel spoke softly, not wanting to cause his friend anymore stress in an already immensely stressful situation. "Alright." He hung up and threw his phone back on the bed as he stood up. At this point in time he was mostly nervous and a little bit confused. There was a lot he needed to do before going to their house. Most of it being mental preparation. 

She awoke a few hours later with Daniel by her side. "Morning Love." He whispered as soft as possible. He said morning although it was a few minutes until it could be called afternoon. She moved in silence so her head was resting on her chest, leg over his. "What did he say?" She mumbled, interlocking their hands. "Yes." Her eyes widened, realising that she actually had to go on a date with Lando Norris. "It's tomorrow evening, here of course. I'll be you're chef and waiter." He giggled, squeezing her hand in his. "Okay." She whispered into his chest.  "Can I ask you something...It's unrelated but still important?" He questioned, avoiding her eyes once again. She hummed, looking up at him. "It's about what we talked about before." His nerves where sky high, they shouldn't have been considering it was his suggestion. "What's her name?" Daniel was extremely lucky that his girlfriend was okay with almost anything, well actually she was more willing to try almost everything. "First of all, never said it was a woman, second I've not found anyone. I was wondering if you have, or if you were maybe changing your mind." Daniel was sweet in more ways than one, he always asked, even if he think he knew the answer. "I haven't and no I've not. We talked about this months ago, have you changed your mind?" He shook his head, it was hard to find someone you trusted to have a threesome with. "What brought this about then? This is about Lando. Do you want to ask him?" Daniel would have asked Max if he wasn't in a committed relationship. But to think, he wanted to have a threesome with his former team mate. It sounded weird when he put it like that. "Maybe. I've only really thought about it for all of ten minutes, and to be fair, I have seen his nudes in his camera roll before. But hey that's a conversation for another time." His small rant sent a wave of curiosity through her. Would Lando be the right fit for them. "Lets take some baby steps. He asked for some dating advice, not to fuck us. We'll see how that goes, then we can see if he's willing." She stated, a rather wide smile painting her face. 

The following day Lando began to panic slightly as he slipped his arms through his shirt, and made work on the buttons. He felt as though it would be really awkward and that worried him. Would this sour his relationship with Daniel slightly? Lando didn't think he could cope with that. His hands shook slightly as he got out of his car, flowers in a lose grip. He knocked on the door a few times before she finally answered. "Hello Lando." He wanted to lightly kiss her cheek, as he usually would but hesitated, he needed to remember this is Daniel's girlfriend, not a random date. "Go for it, nothing is off limits. We need to see what you're doing." Daniel stated matter of factly. The word 'Nothing' worried Lando further, because what did nothing really mean? Lando pulled her in for a short hug as he kissed her cheek softly. He handed her the bouquet with a sweet smile. "Thank you, they are lovely." She almost whispered walking through the flat towards the kitchen, reaching for the vase. "How are you?" He asked, voice low. Lando never considered himself shy, but tonight he was struggling. "I've been good, looking forward to this evening with you." Lando thought her acting was all to convincing, no one's girlfriend should seem this enthusiastic about going on a date with their boyfriend's friend. "And how are you?" She was quick to question as she turned to face him. "Well, I've been looking forward to seeing you too." He stated sweetly. Soon the silence was interrupted by Daniel making an almost 'wrong buzzer sound'. "You can't just repeat what she just said, It looks like you're not really bothered. Try again." He turned back around, stirring the sauce for the pasta. Lando sighed before speaking again. "Really good actually. I've been excited to see you." He turned to the side, looking at Daniel for conformation, who just nodded slightly.

Lando linked their hands as he guided her to the table. Daniel came over and poured the wine and gave the brit a slight nod. "Start with step one." Lando's chest was rising and falling rather quickly, he had never been so anxious sat across the table from a lady before. "You're earrings are really pretty, I like that the stones match you're dress." He stated as a light blush painted his cheeks. Daniel helped her get ready, from choosing the dress to helping her put it on. He wanted her to be as she would if they were on a date, which included a gorgeous dress, pretty earrings and a lovely pair of heels. He loved getting ready with her, especially when she would button up his shirt for him. "That's good, you're being specific enough that she feels noticed." Daniel could read her like a book, he could tell that she was becoming flustered already. He complemented,  no practically worshiped her, all the time, yet she couldn't help her reaction to hearing it from Lando. "Oh, Um...Thank you." She was shocked in her own reaction and reached for her drink, taking a rather large sip.

 "So tell me, what have you been doing these past few days?" She questioned, leaning forward. Lando began to panic, he knows exactly what he did for the whole of the week, yet he just couldn't answer; he wasn't prepared to be asked a question so soon. He licked his lips before he began speaking. "I've spent some time with my sisters and my friend Danny. I think keeping up with family and friends is really important, so I try to do it as much as possible." Lando said with a small smile, looking back at her. "So what about you? Surely a pretty Lady like yourself must have had other dates." He asked, nerves rising once again as he brought his wine closer, almost cuddling the drink. "You have to be careful with that, depending on who she is, she might take that in a really bad way. Rephrase the sentence so you're not painting her as some kind of slut." 

Lando necked the glass for a small amount of extra confidence. "So what about you? A pretty Lady like yourself must be busy." He looked up to her again, a small smile on her face. He let her talk for a while, repeating the last few words of some sentence in an almost questioning tone, showing her that he was engaged. Daniel came over again, placing the bowls of pasta in front of them. "DHA." Was all he said as he looked at Lando, who's blush deepened at the thought. She was quickly confused by the acronym. This must have been 'How Daniel secured her'. "What do you plan to do in the future?" Lando was becoming slightly less nervous by the minute, until Daniel repeated the dreaded sound. "That's not specific enough. Show her that you're paying attention." The Australian stated, pulling himself on the counter. Lando was beginning to get frustrated. "What do you plan to do in the next three years?" Lando's tone was slightly sweeter, he waited until she said something small that could be expanded on. Daniel continued to eat the remaining pasta out of the pot as he listened to his girlfriend talk about her dreams, her answers have of course changed, but he felt almost a little hurt that he didn't know most of her answers. "Oh wow." Lando was genuinely surprised with what she wanted to achieve, it made him excited to see her again. Quickly he realised how wrong that was. He shouldn't find her as attractive as he does. Is he a terrible person? 

"That's all you've got to say? It's a good thing you're good in bed." She giggled out as Daniel choked on the pasta. "That was a bit mean Darling." Lando's blush deepened to a red. Was he supposed to become flustered when his friend spoke that was? Probably not. He shouldn't be reacting this way, he knows that, yet he can't help but feel slightly aroused. "Oh come on. He must be." She turned back to him with a sly smirk. Lando was confused, he knew if he told Daniel something then it was likely that she would be told too, and he didn't have a problem with it. But now he was surprised, he'd never heard her say such a thing. Lando felt as though he needed to match her, "Well I've not had any complaints." Her eyebrow furrowed before she lifted up her glass, finishing the rest of the drink. "Is that so?" Daniel mirrored her smile.

"Well it's hard to not be good at something you been doing for years, It's pretty easy to adapt woman to woman." Lando stated as his head tilted to the side. "Hold on. Hold on. You do the same thing...Every time?" Daniel jumped down from the counter in shock , while she was slightly taken aback and disappointed; Surely that couldn't have been fun, then again it was with different woman who would have all reacted differently, so maybe it wasn't as boring as it seemed. "You've got to spill, especially if none of their friends have said not to go out with you." The Australian practically begged. He pulling her out of the seat as Lando began to speak again. "You don't need those details." She was pulled into Daniel's lap during Lando's embarrassment. "Oh come on, please. It will help. You know what? Maybe it's not what you're saying, maybe it's the reputation you've created. They expect you to take em home and fuck em good." Daniel was a little tipsy again and Lando wasn't too far behind. "That's not gonna help me secure a date that is willing to come back." This so called 'date' quickly became an interrogation of friends. "Oh come on, we're curious, if every woman in Monaco wants to sleep with you, you must be good." She smiled, stealing her drink back from Daniel, who's arms were tight around her waist. "Well, I guess so, but it's not as fun as you think. Always being Dominant, always doing the work. It gets, pretty boring." 

They could finally see why he was so desperate, and although Daniel would disagree that always being dominant was boring, he could still sympathise. In a relationship there is more trust and willingness to experiment with one's partner, always keeping things interesting. Yet with dates accompanied with sex, that would be almost impossible to do.

"Okay then, why don't you be good and listen to what I have to say?" She whispered out in a rather seductive tone, leaving Daniel in the seat as she made way to the brit on the other side of the table. She pushed her knee between his legs as she began to speak, "Will you be good for me Lando?" Blood rushed to his cock as he finally made sense of the words that left her mouth. He shouldn't be as turned on as he was, he didn't know if he was even allowed to be. "Well Lando, are you?" Daniel repeated. How long had Lando been thinking? How long had he been focused on the feeling of his hard cock? Too long if it meant his friend gave him permission. "I promise, I'll be good." He almost whimpered , avoiding her eyes. She was quick to straddle him, grabbing his neck as she did so. "Yeah? Are you going to do everything I ask?" She whispered before lowering her lips towards his neck. "Yes, anything." Lando said followed by a low moan. Daniel was surprised to see this part of her. The Australian was quick to get involved. His fingers threaded through Lando's hair as he appeared behind him. "Good." Daniel said, voice dropping an octave. 

She pulled Lando out of the chair and towards the bedroom, Daniel quick to follow. "Strip." Was all she said when the brit reached the bed, and as he said he would, Lando listened. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, although struggling to begin with. As he reached the final button he looked up, eyes met with the sight of them kissing; Daniel's hands roamed over her slowly, first groping her ass shamelessly, before working his way up her spine, dancing over every vertebrae. Her hands rested on his jaw, almost as if she was pulling him in as close as possible. Lando was getting harder by the second, to the point it was almost painful. "Lando...Come take the dress off her." Daniel spoke in an almost condescending tone, and he knows it should not be as attractive as it is. Lando almost rushed over, pulling her hair out of the way before slowly sliding the zip down. She let the dress fall as she turned, looking at the desperate man before her. "I thought you said you were going to do everything I said. It seems you've decided to go back on your word already." She said shaking her head. Lando was confused for a moment, until he looked down, he only managed to take his shirt off, not the trousers. "So how are you going to punish him Darling?" Daniel asked, hands now resting on her hips, he pulled her back slightly, so her ass was resting against his hardening cock. "I think, since it was his first mistake, we go easy." She started, looking back at her boyfriend. Lando was slightly relieved until he heard her voice once more, "You don't get to cum. Not until you've made me and Daniel cum with your mouth. It's only fair since you can't follow simple instructions." She glanced back at Daniel and was pleased with the small nod from him. She knew she couldn't go too hard as didn't know what he could handle. Lando on the other hand didn't think he could cope any longer. His left hand could only get him off so much. He wanted to feel someone else, that's what he needed. So having that taken away from him was devastating. 

She moved towards the bed and sat at the edge, looking Lando in the eyes as she spoke. "Come here." She beckoned him over. The brit was quick to drop to his knees as he spread her legs further apart. He knew it wouldn't take him long to make her cum. That had almost become his specialty. Lando preferred to have multiple rounds so keeping foreplay as short as possible was almost a necessity for him, yet he still needed her well prepared. "Go on." Daniel whispered in his ear, pushing his head down lightly. Lando licked a long stripe up her cunt, looking up to see her reaction briefly. He wasn't told what she actually like so he wanted to find out as quick as possible. He first started by applying a light pressure with his tongue, circling slowly. He didn't even get so much as a gasp. As he began to lick up and down at a faster rate he let his thoughts come back.

 "A little faster." Daniel whispered again, feeling a little sorry for his friend. The Australian's hand travelled down from Lando's abs down to his cock, squeezing lightly, he could feel it throb in his hands. Lando moaned into her cunt, temporarily losing control of himself. He soon felt her leg over his shoulder, pulling his body closer to hers, and was quickly brought back to reality. He laid his tongue flat on her clit and shook his head side to side, conscious of the speed he was doing so, almost thankful for Daniel's help. "That's it Lando, make me feel good." She moaned, head falling back slightly. If Daniel was still touching him, he was sure that he would have come, even with the smallest touch. Lando continued his relentless movements even as she closed her thighs around him. He groaned once more knowing it would push her over the edge. "Yes. Yes. Yes Lando, fuck." Her hands met the sheets in a desperate need to steady her self as white clouded her vision. Lando slowed the movement of his tongue, letting her ride out the orgasm. Her moans became quieter the lighter the pressure Lando applied. "So good for me." She whispered, looking down at him. Lando blushed at the praise as it sent a wave of pleasure through him. "Do you like when I tell you how good you are? How good you make me feel? Does it get you off?" She questioned, leaning forward with a smirk. Lando was almost struggling to get his words out, mind fuzzy as he tried to think of a way to say yes. He was quick to nod his head extraordinarily quick. 

"I think that was a yes Darling." Daniel stated, pulling Lando back by his hair. "Take em off." He demanded, letting Lando catch his breath, Daniel was also aware of how overwhelming this could be for his friend. The brits hands came up quick, unbuttoning Daniel's jeans before pulling them down. Lando was slightly more worried about this, not just because he knew it would take him longer but because there was a high chance of him choking. Lando didn't know how to approach this as he'd never sucked dick before. Sure he had plenty of blowjobs but he didn't know how to give them. "You'll get praise when you do something worthy of it." Daniel said, pushing Lando's head closer to his cock.

"You need to spit a little." Lando felt her hands on his shoulders as she spoke. She was doing exactly what her boyfriend was doing before, guiding him teasingly, and Lando was both thankful and resentful of it. Although this time it was more of the former. "Wrap your hand around him, just below the head. Yeah that's it." She whispered, fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed his head so his lips were almost kissing the tip of Daniel cock. "Go on. You said you'd do everything I said." Lando was not ready for what ever punishment she was prepared to give him if he didn't comply. After coating Daniel's cock with his spit, Lando began to rub his thumb over the tip, teasing slightly. After a few seconds he let his hand form a fist and began stroking up and down slowly, never quite reaching the base. "I thought she said get us off with your mouth." Daniel stated, looking down at Lando with a smirk, who's nerves were rising by the second. "I'm not going to blow him for you. Start by licking the underside and take the tip into your mouth." She instructed as she slid her hand up his back, resting it between his shoulder blades. "So good. Be careful, don't take him too deep." She was quick to pull Lando back, making sure to teach him properly. "Breathe though your nose Baby. Start slow." She said, pushing his hair out of his face. 

Lando did as she said, taking an inch at a time, mindful of not holding his breath. He began to bob his head at a slightly faster pace, taking another inch or two. "Good, so good for me Lando." Daniel muttered, watching his cock disappear into the brit's mouth. Lando moaned as he did before, sending vibrations through Daniel's cock. "Careful, watch your teeth." Lando just didn't know what to do, it was almost like the praise was overriding his brain. He wanted to make them feel good, he wanted to see them cum but he wanted to be praised, he wanted to be told what to do. He was getting close, feeling her hands on his skin wasn't helping. Her fingers were tracing over every divot and it was driving him insane, so much so that his trousers were becoming impossibly tight. Lando almost pulled off fully before swallowing around the tip. "Fuck Lando, sure you haven't done this before?" Daniel gasped, hand now resting on Lando's head. He pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. "Promise I haven't...Please, hurts so much." He groaned, chest rising and falling quickly. "Not yet, you need to make me cum first." The Australian said, hand coming down to his face, rubbing the spit off of Lando's jaw. "Be good and you get to cum." Lando was quick to bring his mouth back to Daniel's cock, sucking the best he could as he began to bob his head again. In the meantime, her hands left his back and came down to his front, unbuttoning his trousers. She squeezed him rather tightly before undoing the zip. Lando moaned feeling the limited release of his cock, Daniel threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the vibration. "Focus on the head Lando, he's very close." She demanded, kissing and biting his neck, leaving distinct marks. Daniel came down his throat quickly, taking Lando off guard, who pulled away, attempting to catch his breath again. 

"You didn't have to swallow." Daniel stated, pulling Lando up from the ground. "I didn't have much choice." Lando whined, face contorted into disgust. "Don't get bratty, I'll leave you high and dry." He threatened looking towards his girlfriend with a large smile adorning his face. "I won't. Promise. Please, I need to cum so bad." He said, giving his best pleading eyes. Daniel's hands made contact with his skin before he pulled the remainder of Lando's clothes off. "Get on the bed, I want you against the headboard."

"And you, come here." Daniel pulled her in, kissing her passionately, letting his hands roam her skin once again, squeezing her tits and hips every now and then. He guided her to the end of the bed, pushing her down, watching her tits bounce as her back made contact with the mattress. Daniel was quick to climb on top of her, sliding his hands down her abdomen. She didn't realise how turned on she actual was. Did watching Lando give her boyfriend head really arouse her that much? "Fuck, you are so wet Darling." Evidently so. Daniel wanted to tease her slightly, even if they were both in control of Lando, he was still the one telling her what to do. He grasped her thigh with one hands, pushing her legs further apart. His fingers circled her clit slowly, waiting for her tell tale gasp of pleasure. "Oh please." Lando whined behind them, pulling on his hair slightly. "You're not allowed to touch yourself Lando. You have to wait." Daniel muttered, pushing a finger into her cunt slowly. "But it's not fair, I made you both cum." He said, sitting up straight, desperately wanting them to touch him. "Don't be a brat." She said in a pointed tone, turning her head towards the brit. Her demand was followed by a loud moan as Daniel pushed a second finger in. "She needs to be preped properly, too hard to fit you're dick in otherwise." She quickly became bashful and covered her face as Daniel began pumping and scissoring his fingers. His other hand rose from her leg and came to rest on her neck, squeezing lightly.

 "That's enough Darling, I can see how much he needs you." Daniel said, smacking her ass as she made when to Lando. "Be good for me baby." She whispered, holding onto his shoulders as she straddled his lap. "Finally getting what you need." She lined his cock up with her cunt as she spoke. Lando's hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing lightly. "Don't touch." She chastised, taking him fully. Lando's cock was hitting places Daniel's usually didn't and it was intoxicating. The feeling of having complete control over someone was almost taking her over, she could finally understand why Daniel always preferred to be in charge, it was so thrilling. "Please, faster, need it so bad." Lando was already moaning uncontrollably, his eyes closed and head fallen back.  She obliged and began bouncing faster, hands covering the bite marks she made earlier, making him wince loudly. As she began rocking her hips Daniel spoke, "Open your eyes Lando, you need to see." He did as he was instructed and was immediately met with her blissed out face and it pulled a low moan from his mouth. "Lando, look at me. Give me you're hand. That's it, You can touch her with your other, make her cum." His left hand was enveloped in Daniels, while his right came down to her clit, rubbing slightly harsh circles. Lando wanted to feel her cum around him, and this was the fastest way to do it. At the same time, Daniel was guiding his friend's hand back to his cock. "Come on, jerk me off. You must be really good at it now." Lando was stunned for a moment, brain struggling to comprehend. There was just so much happening, the overwhelming feeling if her cunt, the sound of her moans and Daniel's demands, it was all so thrilling to the brit. Lando made a fist around Daniel's cock once again, this time stroking faster than before and focused more on the head. The Australian was mindful of the state his friend was in and lead closer, grabbing his cheek softly and kissed his lips slowly, he felt every moan that wanted to leave Lando's mouth, and it jus riled him up even more. 

"Fuck Lando, that's it, a bit harder." Every part of him was occupied yet he wanted them ton take more, he didn't want anything left. Daniel was edging closer the longer he watched the scene before him; His darling girlfriend ruining Lando. "I'm gonna cum, fuck keep going." At this point the only thing Lando could do was follow instructions Daniel painted their skin white as her moans grew louder, and Lando's grip harshened. "So good for me Lando. Fuck." He lengthened the last few syllables as he came down from his high. Daniel's hands made way to his girlfriend, resting on her back to keep her steady. Lando could feel her tightening around his as his hand on her clit was replaced with Daniel's, giving her what he knows she needed. "Take a break Lando, just enjoy the feeling of her cunt. You deserve it." Lando's hips bucked without warning meeting her bounces. "Oh Please, let me cum. Please, please please." Lando begged loudly, voice practically bouncing off the walls. Daniel began to guide her hips bringing Lando ever closer. "Cum Darling, I know you're close." The Australian whispered in her ear, giving her clit one last harsh smack before she began convulsing around Lando, no longer in control of her own body. Lando was quick to follow, cumming inside with a loud groan as his back arched slightly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

They were both seeing stars as Daniel forced them both to ride out their high, he slowed the guiding of her body and began to kiss her neck softly. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing as she climbed off of Lando. They laid on either side of the brit, just enjoying each others presence. As she began to slip out of the haze, she let her hands trail over Lando's skin, draw shapes with feather light touches. His body was still twitching from the immense pleasure of her cunt. "Thank you...So good." He could barely from a sentence, still so fucked out. "You were so good for us, you deserved it." She whispered into his neck, shocked with the bruises she left. 

They could tell just by the look on Lando's face that he was already on the verge of being overstimulated and decided that just one orgasm was enough for now, especially with the amount of cum still spilling out of her cunt. "When was the last time you even came?" Daniel questioned, rubbing his thumb over Lando's forehead, brushing away the messy curls. "I don't...Know." He rushed out between heavy breaths. "It's been months since I been with anyone, and a while since I jacked off. Maybe a few weeks, could be a month...I really don't know." He said, turning his head so it was buried in her neck. A blush began rising to his face when he realised what he admitted. "So you really needed someone else to get you off huh. Interesting." Daniel said with an almost teasing tone. "It's a good thing we could help you then." She whispered into his hair. "And I think, we'd be more than willing to help you again."

This took me way too long to write as I clearly went a little overboard in the build up. I hope you enjoyed.

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where you're not Billy's (yet) and get jealous <3 mdni

Billy wasn't yours. You knew that. It helped to remind yourself that you weren't his either. You could easily find another mind to keep your company, but you could never get yourself to even try. Instead those nights, you always returned to Billy, also in his lonesome, with no other woman at his side because he would always, already be looking at you.

That's how most nights would go. You would find one another like there was a string attaching you two and you'd fall into your bed, his bed, the grass, the side of a building, honestly anywhere he can get you quick enough.

Part of you always wanted to bite the bullet. Billy's made it clear he would pursue you more than just your late-night rendezvouses but you knew who he was. The type of life he leads and you're reluctant to let that bleed into your life. Fun little relations with him did not carry the weight his love would.

It was unspoken, but Billy respected it, he took what you gave him and that was better than nothing.

So in truth, you should not have had such a visceral reaction to seeing him chat with another woman one night at the saloon. You went there specifically to seek him out, not having seen him the past week made you antsy, but the moment you stepped in, your eyes found him, leaning close to a woman who would lean up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. His smile was easy, his demeanor relaxed, the flirty kind you felt used to.

Jealousy was always a problem for you, but it's never struck you this hard. Never has it hurt like it is as you watch them together.

Against your better judgment, you left immediately, and a restless sleep made you decide to ignore the cowboy.

Billy feels the cold shoulder the very first day. He sees you in the morning just as he rides into town, "Hey, doll, wait up," he says, getting off of his horse and tying it up in a quick manner to catch up to you, but he notices you didn't stop.

He jogs over, a hand to your arm, his big, warm hand to your arm, "Doll, you hearin' good?" He chuckles a little but you don't look amused so he drops it.

"I'm busy, Billy," is all you say to him, even though it pains you to keep your emotions inside, and you walk, quicker, away.

Billy's almost too stunned to speak before he calls after you, "Hey, hey, hey, slow down I just wanted-"

"I said I'm busy," you repeat, your head turning to lock with his gaze. The last thing you catch is his shoulders slumping before you turn forward again.

The entire week Billy tries to talk to you, only to get waved off or completely ignored until he just accepts it and leaves you be. You wonder if it's better to keep him at this distance, this way you didn't fall more for him every night you spent naked with him. But the pain in ignoring him was a devil.

Especially after you hear word that he got injured. Nothing major. He was in some scuffle and all you heard was that he actually got a little beat up from it this time around compared to other times he's fought.

It made you forget your pact to ignore him, knowing how often you were the one who cleaned him up. And Billy didn't seek you out this time. Maybe you fucked up.

You try the saloon, but he's not there. Who is there though, is his friend Charlie. You're barely even thinking through your actions as you walk up to him, "Charlie?"

He turns to face you, with a small smile after realizing it's you, "What's going on?"

"Where's Billy?" You don't beat around the bush with it and you try not to sound so desperate but you're sure you do.

"Uh, I'm actually not sure. Maybe go ask George over there," Charlie nods his head at the other man and you nod, turning your mission elsewhere.

You ask the same question to George, who's also unaware of where Billy is, citing he was back at the camp they've set up a bit away from town, but he's not sure if Billy is currently there.

It feels like a complete lost cause. Maybe even feels stupider that you've asked. Without much else to do and asking around the people you knew to be friends with Billy with no luck, you make your way to a spot Billy and you would typically go to.

In the fields, a small walk from town, where you'd sit under one of the bigger trees and talk. Or fuck. Either or.

A small sliver of hope pokes at your chest that he's there, but he isn't. You let out a sigh and sat down, leaning back against the tree.

You're not sure how much time passes until the sudden sound of footsteps jolts you to your feet. Your eyes lock with Billy, his brow is furrowed, and he's almost storming towards you. It makes your chest ache with relief that he's here. It makes your chest ache with anxiety over his anger. It makes your chest ache with desire because boy was he hot when he was angry.

When he gets closer, you see the cut on his lip and the worry overtakes your emotions. You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, his hand grabbing your jaw. His touch is firm, but not enough to hurt you. Billy tilts your head up, leaving you no room to look away from him.

His words are rushed, "You were lookin' for me? You were lookin' for me, huh?" A scoff leaves his lips after he speaks. His voice is gruff, almost demanding an answer than just curiosity. You swallow your desire.

"Well. Yeah, I was, I heard you got hurt and-"

He moves in closer, close enough that your back leans against the tree and you can smell him. The slight scent of whiskey, campfire and just him was enough to get you dizzy. It's dark, but you can see the tick in his jaw and the intake of breath he gets.

"Here I am," he says, taking his hand off your jaw and gesturing to himself, "What do you want?" There's a snap to his words and you know he's angry about your avoidance of him.

"I was trying to say I heard you got hurt and I wanted to...make sure you were okay," you get your words out slowly, your eyes never leaving his as he rubs the bridge of his nose.

"Right. So it took me gettin' hurt for you to find me?" There's pain in his tone when he says it and it makes you shake your head.

"Billy-"

"Doll, what did I do? We were fine and then suddenly you were actin' like I fucked up bad. I can't recall anythin' I could've done to deserve that from you," he says, crowding your space till the brim of his hat bumps into your head. Billy seems to get annoyed with it so he haphazardly takes it off dropping it to the ground at your feet.

"I saw you with that...woman or whatever...you...," You take a deep breath to keep yourself in check before you start speaking again, "I went to the saloon to find you and you were all up close with some girl and I just..."

When you let yourself trail off, you glance up at him and see the anger still full in his eyes.

"I wasn't...that was Manuela. Charlie's wife, doll. Can promise you, I am not gettin' sweet with her," Billy says, his brow still furrowed. It made you feel even more embarrassed that you jumped to conclusions, but could you help it? Women flocked to Billy easily. And he wasn't yours, you tell yourself again. He lets out a humorless chuckle.

"I told you I wanted you, you know?"

"I know, but-"

"I know. But I told you. And now you're jealous. You want me too?"

Billy is almost pleading with you to just say it. He knows it. But he's in desperate need of you to finally let it out. You're quiet, your head mulling it over in a frantic manner as he stares right into your soul.

He scoffs, "Darlin' stop thinkin' so hard. 've told you before. All you gotta do is tell me and I am all yours." It feels like you can't speak, your tongue is missing completely from your mouth. Billy's frustration only seems to increase as he rolls his eyes at your silence and his jaw clenches again.

His hands move to your hips, a firm grip, as he lets out a harsh breath, "What do I gotta do? Do I have to fuck it outta you?"

Your cheeks burn at that and he hears the hitch in your breath, "Billy, I-"

"That is it, huh?" He's mocking, finding humor in how heated you get over his words, his thumbs rubbing your hips over your dress. "Been missin' me these days? Got no one to look after you? Just me."

You nod, your head lurching forward enough to brush your nose to his and it almost makes him groan. "You're pissin' me off," he mumbles, like a warning, his lips almost inching to kiss yours, but he restrains himself.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, your breath lingering on him as your hands finally move to touch him, right against his chest. You swallow hard. "Don't know if I've ever felt this much," is what you're able to get out through your laboring breath. Billy takes that as enough, for now, pressing his lips hard to yours.

It's a bruising kiss. His lip was cut and he was fighting a wince, but he did not give a fuck about the pain right now. Billy was starved without you and all he can think about is taking. He pushes you back until you're more against the tree, the bark uncomfortable but that's the least of your worries. His hands pull at your hips to bring your body flush with his, slotting his leg between yours.

His one hand moves to cradle your face, mumbling to your lips, "still pissed off," and he licks his tongue along your bottom lip, nudging under your chin to tilt your head up more.

"Good," you mutter back to him before happily opening your mouth to him, tugging on the handkerchief at his neck to pull him as close as he can be.

He hums at your words, "Oh? You like me mad or somethin' doll?" Billy's hand at your hip holds you tighter, "is that why you're doin' this to me?"

You don't answer, your lips trailing along his jaw and to his neck. Your hand grasps the back of his head, pulling his head back a little to expose more of his neck, enough to find his spot that you found. That he didn't even know about until he slept with you.

As you suck at the spot, biting the skin enough to leave the start of a mark, Billy refrains from moaning, but you hear him mumble, "fuck's sake," before he's pulling back from you and taking his belt off.

"Ground?" He takes his belt off so easily it distracts you, but you nod.

"Ground," you reply, moving yourself to the grass. Billy doesn't waste a second, taking his jacket off and laying it out so you can sit on it.

He nudges you to lay back and gets on you so quick, it makes your breath run fast. "Billy," your voice is breathy, his head burying into your neck, leaving surprisingly soft kisses as he fumbles to push his pants down.

You help the best you can, then swat his hand away to fish his cock from his underwear yourself. Billy lets out a low groan when he feels your hand wrap around him. You hum, stroking the length of him once, then twice before taking him out.

"Tell me you missed this or I think I'll actually go crazy, doll," he mutters, his kisses finding your jaw.

"Now I wanna see you go crazy," you joke under your breath, but Billy isn't having any of that.

"Fuckin'...fine. That's what you want?" His hands are under your dress in an instant, and find your undergarments, the thin linen being harshly ripped from your body.

"Billy! Did you actually rip them, I-"

"Darlin' please be fuckin' quiet," he rasps, and you pull hard on his hair in his response. He laughs.

"Missed you. Pissed at you. But still want you just as fuckin' much," he whispers, giving your cheek a kiss as he hikes your legs up around him, his hips slotting to yours.

Billy's hand finds himself, guiding his dick to rub at your clit, both of you letting out shaky sighs at the feeling. His nose smushes to your cheek, eyes stuck on you to watch you react to him.

"Oh, honey," he whispers as his tip rubs through your folds, feeling just how slick you are. The head of his cock catches at your entrance and you both moan in unison again. Billy slowly pushes the tip into you, groaning over it and helping you wrap your legs tighter to him.

"There you go. Still take it good, hm?" He doesn't let you even try to answer him as he thrusts the rest of himself into you, his knees shifting in the grass to adjust his position. Billy grips your hips hard, thumbs pressing to the underside of your thighs as he begins fuck himself into you.

A moan rattles through you, your head pushing back against the ground at his immediate quick pace. You grasp at his shoulder, your other hand tangling into his hair so you can pull it whenever he fucking quips at you.

Billy grunts, his head down and teeth nipping at your jaw, "You actually listened to me. Actually stayin' quiet besides those pretty moans. Not even talkin' back," he chuckles at it and then again when you tug his hair like he thought you would.

"'M sorry," he murmurs, leaving an affectionate kiss on your jaw. For a moment, Billy buries his cock as deep as it can be inside of you, holding still to feel you tighten around him. "That's it...you missed that?"

You nod, your words not coming, but he grips your jaw, "you can speak," he says, his hips snapping to yours, just as desperate as his kisses were before.

"I did miss it, Billy....so, so, so much."

That spurs him on as he opens your mouth with a push of his fingers at your cheeks, your eyes dazed and tongue sticking out a little like routine. Billy slows his thrusts as he spits down onto your tongue.

Before you can close your mouth, his lips and tongue are finding yours, a strangled moan leaving him and melting back into you. Billy's one hand still at your hip moves under you to wrap around, giving your body a slight angle as he fucks harder, his rhythm starting to break.

His kiss is sloppy, as is yours back, tongues a mess of massaging to one another, his teeth biting to your lip, noises tumbling from you both. He breaks the kiss to nuzzle his nose to your cheek, "please tell me you didn't fuck someone else while you were angry at me," he suddenly says, his eyes closed like he's anticipating the worse.

"I didn't," you whisper back to him, "I promise you," you assure him again, your hand rubbing through his hair.

"I didn't touch anyone," he tells you, "nothing," he pauses, giving your cheek the lightest kiss as he changes his movements, slowing down, sliding his cock out of you slowly, but pushing back in hard, his hand moving from your jaw to slip between your legs and thumb at your clit, "Just tell me."

A whimper leaves your lips when you feel his thumb, your hips bucking up, which only makes him want to fuck you faster again, but he holds back. You know what he means the moment he says to tell him and you turn your head head to nose back at him.

"I want you," you breathe out and you feel him let out a breath, his lips tenderly kissing your nose.

"Can I be yours then?" He slows even more, which makes you whine. Your eyes lock to his, his face strewn with hope and deep desire, you can feel the twitch of his cock and see the flutter of his eyes.

"Yes," you whisper to him, giving him a small smile as you ruffle your handing his hair, "then I'm yours?"

He groans at your answer and question, and his hips rock faster again, needy and full of so much want, "yes, doll, you're mine," he rasps out, "and you're gonna come just for me, yeah? I know you will, Bet you wanted me to come for you all week, I'll give you it," he gets out his words quick, your fingers digging into his hair and his shoulder.

"Billy....fuck...f-faster."

He chuckles, "Jesus, doll," he gives you a crooked smile, but obliges, rubbing your clit in tight fast circles as he ruts into you, his forehead pressing to yours.

A heat overcomes you as your orgasm washes over you, Billy smiling as he watches it overtake you. The way your mouth parts and your moan borderlines a whine, the arch of your hips to his, and the spasm of your cunt against him.

He fucks into you maybe three more times before he's pulling out of you, letting out an almost guttural moan, spilling on your thigh, the slight friction of the tip against your thigh is enough to get him hard all over again, but Billy pushes those thoughts aside to move his hands back to your face and kiss you passionately through your heavy breaths.

"Still a little pissed," he mumbles and you nudge your knee into his.

"Ow," he grins into the kiss, a bigger flush coming to his face when you start laughing.

[missseong]

a quick drabble of how you meet gi-hun and how he falls for you hehe

Gihun was a reserved man after the games; he wasn’t actively seeking new people to get involved in his chaotic life. He kept his head down in public, maintained a good distance from people on the sidewalk, and avoided those he knew before the games. It was just him. He’d sit against the corner of the bed with his knees pressed against his chest and think, why bring someone into my life to risk theirs ?

The older man would mull over his memories, late at night with anxiety and anger drowning him. He’d think of all the possible ways he could’ve died in the games, like dalgona or the glass bridge, or if he killed someone— that thought kept him up all night. A lingering fear that he had killed someone on accident and just never realized it.

Gihun was still kind and helpful, but his altruistic actions felt distant to him now. His spark was dim but still lit, even if he felt like he was being manipulative. But here he was, smoking in the rain, watching a young woman struggling to open the door of her small business while balancing a comically large box and umbrella.

He jogged to you without a second thought. “Here— I’ll help you,” he said.

“Oh,” you said with a smile. He took the box from your grasp with ease. Quickly, you hold the umbrella over him while fumbling with your keys again. You open the door, stepping aside for him to enter before you. “Thank you, I should’ve just placed it on the ground, but I didn’t want anything to get wet.”

“It’s no problem,” he said.

Your warm smile made him still at the entrance of your business, a little café. It was four buildings down from his motel. He had seen people go in and out all day for the past few weeks since it opened, but he wasn’t into treating himself so he never checked it out. He set the box down near the front counter.

He watched as you bent down to open the box, briefly checking the contents over. His curiosity got the best of him and he peered inside. There were bagged sandwiches, juice containers, sanitary supplies, and other items he couldn’t distinguish. “What’s all that?”

Gihun stunned himself for asking someone a question but pushed the feeling aside when you turned to him with a small smile. “I gift it to the people who need it for free,” you said. As simple as your response was, he was hooked after that.

The two of you would casually bump into each other often after meeting. You would smile and wave, bring him small goodies from your bakery (which began as a ‘thank you for helping with the box’ but quickly became a routine), and chat with him. As much as you liked to get to know him, he developed strong feelings for you.

You could talk to him about your favorite dish on the other side of South Korea from a little market off the coast, and he would probably bring it to you that night. Actually, he was doing that. “Hey,” he said as he lifted the bag slightly, “I wanted to bring this over earlier, but you looked busy and didn’t want to bother you.”

“Is this…?” Your eyes widen with excitement and reach for the bag. “Gihun– you shouldn’t have! You wouldn’t have bothered me, I was busy, but I love talking to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Gihun couldn’t get enough of your smile. He started doing little (and large) gestures more frequently to hear your laughter and see the way your eyes would light up around him. Being around you reminded him of the simply good people in the world who look out for others, it reminded him of feeling happy.

The two of you would quickly catch feelings for each other. He felt guilty at times for liking you. It felt selfish to find you interesting and want to spend time with you because if he cared about you, shouldn’t he want you to be far from his mess for fear of getting you into trouble? But you reeled him back in every time he tried to distance himself with a little pastry in hand as you knocked at his motel entrance and a smile to his camera.

[prettygirl-gabi]

"Caught On Stream"

Rating:Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: fluff, secret relationship, money bets were made, protective Chris, pet names: mamas, baby,sweet girl

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Soft!Reader

Fandom:Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: getting your period on stream....Chris gets protective... more than friends...or no who knows

Word Count: ~1.2k

I loved hanging out with the triplets. They were my comfort zone, my laughter medicine, and, well, one of them was a little more than that. But no one knew about Chris and me—not Nick, not Matt, and definitely not their fans. It wasn’t that we were hiding it out of shame; we just loved the privacy.

So, when they asked me to join their stream, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I adored spending time with all three of them, and it sounded like fun.

“We’ll set up in the room,” Nick had said, bouncing around with excitement as he placed snacks and drinks on the desk.

When the stream started, it was chaos right from the get-go. The chat was going crazy, commenting on everything from Nick’s shirt to Matt’s hair to Chris’s grin. And, of course, they noticed me right away.

“Who’s the guest of honor?” Nick asked dramatically, turning the camera toward me.

I waved awkwardly. “Hi, guys. I’m Y/N.”

The chat exploded with messages.

WHO IS SHE?!

She’s so pretty omg.

Matt’s gf confirmed??

That last one made me laugh, and Matt shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “Guys, stop. Y/N’s just a friend.”

Nick smirked. “Or is she?”

“Shut up, Nick,” Chris muttered, his eyes flicking toward me for a split second. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks but played it cool.

The stream continued, the four of us bantering and answering questions from the chat. I was perched on Chris’s lap since there were only three chairs, a fact we explained away as “no big deal” when someone inevitably asked about it.

But about thirty minutes in, I felt the first telltale cramp. My stomach twisted, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore it.

“Baby, you good?” Chris whispered in my ear, his voice low enough that the mic didn’t pick it up.

I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I wasn’t fine.

Ten minutes later, the cramps had worsened, and I started feeling that awful dampness that told me my period had arrived—uninvited and completely unwelcome. My face burned with embarrassment as I tried to figure out what to do. I couldn’t exactly stand up and announce my problem to the room or, worse, to the thousands of people watching the stream.

Chris must have noticed something was off because he gently squeezed my hip, his head dipping closer to mine. “What’s wrong, mamas?” he murmured.

“I think I got my period,” I whispered back, barely able to meet his eyes.

His expression shifted immediately, concern clouding his features. “Do you need to get up? Change? Anything?”

“Chris—” I started, but before I could finish, he was already muting the stream mic and standing up, lifting me with him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yo, what are you doing?” Nick asked, frowning as Chris carried me toward the door.

“I’ll be right back,” Chris said, his tone brisk.

Matt glanced at Nick, then back at us. “Uh… okay?”

The chat went wild.

WHY IS HE CARRYING HER?!

OMG ARE THEY DATING??

CHRIS AND Y/N CONFIRMED.

Once we were out of the room, Chris set me down gently in the hallway. “Okay, baby what do you need? Pads? Tampons? Medicine?”

“Chris, I—”

“Hey, hey, hey stop,” he said softly, cupping my face in his hands. “Don’t be embarrassed, okay? Periods happen. Just tell me what you need.”

I bit my lip, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I don’t want to ruin the stream…”

“Screw the stream. You’re more important, especially right now sweet girl” he said firmly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Now, tell me what you need.”

“Um… a pad. And maybe some Advil?”

“Done,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead before disappearing down the hall.

By the time we returned to the room, the chat was in absolute chaos, and Nick was glaring at Chris like he’d just committed a crime.

“What was that about?” Nick demanded, his arms crossed.

“None of your business,” Chris shot back, guiding me back onto his lap.

“Oh, it’s definitely my business,” Nick countered, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been acting weird around her all night.”

“Yeah, you’re, like, extra nice to her,” Matt added, smirking.

Chris rolled his eyes, his arm tightening protectively around my waist. “Can we just get back to the stream?”

“Sure,” Nick said slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face. Since he had un muyed the stream while we were gone. “But only if you admit it.”

“Admit what?” Chris asked, his tone laced with faux innocence.

“That you’re dating her.”

Chris froze for half a second, his eyes flicking to mine. I gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. If this was how it came out, so be it.

“Fine,” Chris said with a sigh, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “Yeah, we’re dating.”

Nick let out a triumphant whoop, spinning in his chair to face Matt. “Told you! Pay up!”

Matt groaned, pulling a fifty-dollar bill out of his pocket and slapping it into Nick’s outstretched hand.

“You bet on us?” I asked, my jaw dropping.

“Of course we did,” Nick said, grinning. “It was so obvious. Chris can’t keep his hands off you.”

Chris groaned, burying his face in my shoulder. “I hate you guys.”

The chat, meanwhile, was exploding with messages.

I KNEW IT!!!

CHRIS AND Y/N ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER OMG.

Nick was right all along.

"I love this for y'all honestly." Nick said still doing his happy dance waving the $50 in the air.

Despite my earlier embarrassment, I couldn’t help but laugh. Chris tightened his hold on me, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Well, the secret’s out now,” he murmured, his voice warm.

“Guess so,” I replied, leaning back against him.

And honestly? It didn’t feel so bad.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[gudfornuthin]

The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter six

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (au)

Summary: Frank confronts the workers. Y/N confronts Frank. The pair come up with the best possible solution to their problems.

Word count: 2k

Series warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

A/N: I wrote this ahead of time as I’m on holiday. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated :)

Frank has been stood in the same place behind the bakery counter for at least half an hour. Unmoving, glaring through the window and towards the building across the street. To be more specific, his focus is on the workers lounging around outside of said building, chatting to each other and doing a whole lot of nothing. Of course, Frank knows they deserve their time off, but this wasn't just a quick break. This was them taking the piss. And it was starting to annoy him.

David moves around him, packing up orders and serving customers. He's aware of his friend's cold stare piercing the men on the other side of the road, trying to focus his attention elsewhere.

"Frank, buddy, this isn't any of your business," David says, passing a bag to an old lady over the counter. "You're always telling me to focus on work, so how's what you're doing any different?"

"It's completely different," Frank mumbles back, still not taking his eyes off the workers. "They're taking advantage of her."

David nods in agreement. "Yeah, and that's awful. But Y/N told you herself, she doesn't wanna cause problems and this isn't any of your business."

Frank crosses his arms, knowing his friend is right yet still feeling like he needs to do something. Just as thoughts of the young woman cross his mind, he sees Y/N leave the building and walk past the workers. Her heads down and the grip on her bag is tight. She's more than uncomfortable and Frank knows that.

As she brushes past the workers, they begin to ogle her, scanning up and down like she's a piece of meat. They start whispering amongst themselves and laughing. Frank doesn't need to hear what they're saying to know he doesn't like it. He knows the disgusting things those kinds of men say to each other when in close proximity to a beautiful woman. He grunts under his breath and moves around the counter, heading for the front door.

"Frank, hey where're you-" David doesn't finish his sentence as Frank leaves the bakery and crosses the road. He shakes his head and continues working, muttering under his breath. "Pain in my ass, Castle."

Frank checks to make sure Y/N is definitely gone, not wanting her to see what he's about to do. Just a quick word to set them straight. That's all.

One of the workers spots him making his way over to them, noticing the obvious frown on his face. "Can we help you, bud?"

"Yeah, just wanted to ask you fellas a question?" his gruff voice sets the tone for where this conversation is going. "You think it's tough and manly to objectify women?"

The worker huffs out a laugh. "Beg your pardon?"

"You heard me asshole," Frank continues. "You get paid to sit on your asses all day and make her feel uncomfortable?"

They start to catch on that the person in question he's talking about is the woman who hired them to do work on the studio. They all look between each other, unsure who's going to stand up to the less than happy muscle man.

The original worker who spoke first risks it, feeling overly confident. "Listen pal, we're just taking a break, and I don't think any of this concerns you. I mean, what? You her boyfriend or somethin'?"

Frank almost says yes, wondering if it would change their attitude, but decides not to. no point making things more complicated.

"No, but that doesn't matter," Frank says. "She's nice. Been way nicer than what you guys deserve. So I'd suggest you stop acting like a bunch of jackoffs and do the job she's hired you to do."

All of the men are stood up now, burning holes into Frank's head.

The main worker steps closer to him. "We'll get the job done, and we'll drain her of all the cash she's got if we want to. So why don't you mind your damn business and go back to making your little puff pastries."

Frank is prepared to retaliate, but her voice plays in the back of his head. Don't want to cause any problems. He knows she's right, and they're not worth it. He'll never be able to get through to them. So just leave it be.

Frank doesn't say anything else as he turns to walk away from the heated confrontation. Take the high road. Unfortunately, the worker isn't thinking the same thing.

He hears the man snort under his breath. "No boyfriend means she's free game."

Frank sighs, looking down and placing his hands on his hips. High road be damned. He doesn't give the worker much time to react before he's turned back around and punched him square in the jaw. The man yelps, stumbling back and onto the floor. The others jump up and stalk towards Frank but hesitate slightly.

"Go ahead," Frank snaps at them, his arms out wide. "Try something." They all remain still, none of them willing to test his already thin patience. He moves away from the shocked group, heading back towards the bakery. He already knows his actions will come back and bite him in the ass. He also knows it was worth it.

David watches on, rubbing his eyes in desperation. "Just great, Frank, you dumb idiot."

- - -

It's early morning the following day, and Frank is walking to Bakehouse 31. Surprise, surprise, the workers had called the cops and reported the incident from the day before. Although he explained to them that it was provoked assault, they still put it on his report and set bail for him to be released from jail. Frank owes David big for paying that out.

As he gets closer to the bakery, he hears quick footsteps following behind him as well as his name being called. He knows it's Y/N and turns around, happy to see her. That is until he notices the angry expression on her face.

"You have some nerve, you know that?" Y/N says, arriving in front of him and standing almost toe to toe.

"What're you talking about?" Frank feigns innocence, already knowing exactly what she's referring to.

"You seriously think you can go around punching people in the face?"

"I can when the people are saying awful shit about you."

Frank tries to go into a deeper explanation, but she stops him, rubbing her forehead in distress. "Well, thanks to you, they've quit on me and left an unfinished job at the studio."

Frank knows it's wrong, but the news fills him with relief. The idea of those men being over there and gawking at Y/N, objectifying her whenever they wanted to made him feel sick. He hates to have complicated things for her, but if he could go back in time and change what he did? He wouldn't.

Frank sighs. "Look, I'm sorry-"

Y/N shakes her head. "I get you were upset with what they were saying. I was too. But now because of this, the studio has no chance of opening even close to on time and I'll need to hire new workers for even more money!"

She can't help but yell out the last part, startling Frank and a few people passing by the pair. Tears start to form in her eyes as she looks down at the ground. Now is not the time to cry in front of the good-looking baker. Frank sees, and puts both hands on her shoulders, rubbing slightly, trying to provide any kind of comfort.

"God, what am I gonna do?" she whispers through her hands covering her face.

"I'll do it," Frank says the words without much thought.

Y/N looks up at him in confusion. "You'll do what?"

"I'll finish the work on your studio," he shrugs, as if what he's just proposed isn't a big deal.

Y/N continues staring at him, unsure of how to respond. Despite her current anger aimed towards the man in front of her, the offer is incredibly sweet and deep down she knows she'd accept in a heartbeat. That is, of course, if Frank did this kind of work for a living.

"Uh, I dunno-"

"Hey, I did all the work on Bakehouse 31 by myself," Frank says. "I can make the place look professional. And I've been told I'm really good with my hands."

The last sentence makes Y/N feel flushed, smiling as her mood lightens. She contemplates for a moment, trying to weigh any pros and cons that may present themselves to her. Pro, she gets her dream studio and spends more time with the handsome baker. Con, she spends more time with the handsome baker and her feelings for him start to move into dangerous territory.

One other thing plays on her mind that she knows has to be brought up. "It's not like you have free time, you're busy with the bakery."

Frank waves her off. "S'fine, I can work on it in the evenings. I'd be willing to work through the night for you." Her face is really hot now. "Frank-"

He interrupts. "I have trouble sleeping most nights, might be nice to have something to do while I'm up."

Y/N pauses briefly, thinking it all through. If he's offering, how can she possibly say no?

She laughs slightly, shocked at how fast the plans crashed around her just to be built back up again. "Okay! I guess we're doing this." Frank smiles, holding out a hand for her to shake in mock agreement.

She does so, smiling back.

"So how much d'you want to do it?" Y/N asks, knowing the money side of things can't be put off.

"Nope," Frank replies. "I don't need you to pay me."

She looks at him with wide eyes, scoffing. "I'm not gonna let you do overtime work for free."

Frank scratches the back of his neck, appearing nervous and shuffling his feet. "How bout in exchange for working on the studio, you go on a date with me?"

Y/N feels like she could explode. Her first thought is to immediately say yes because obviously. When a guy as attractive as Frank asks you out, it's a sin not to agree to it. But flashes of her ex-boyfriend pass through her brain, as nerves begin to take over. What if it's the same thing all over again? Could she take that risk?

Frank seems to notice her hesitation, mistaking it for rejection. "Sorry, maybe I read this wrong I just thought-"

"No, no!" Y/N is quick to shut down his worry. "It's not that." She stops for a moment, accepting that now would be the best time to mention Jonah to Frank. If she wants this to go anywhere with him at least.

"I was in this relationship with a guy not too long ago," she rolls her eyes just thinking about it. "It ended….. messy to say the least. And I'm terrified of rushing into a new one and not being ready for it. Then what if it ruins the friendship we've built and with you also wanting to do work on the studio I-"

She's beginning to run out of breath as she tries explaining her reasons to the man in front of her. she's unaware of how close he's standing until he's resting his hands on either side of her face and looking deeply into her eyes. She stops talking, entranced by his soft stare.

"Hey, it's alright," he says. "We don't have to call it a date. It's just two friends working on the studio together, hanging out, and maybe eating some Chinese food."

Y/N nods, her head still cupped gently in Frank's strong hands. "I like Chinese food."

"Good," Frank replies. "So we'll just take it easy. One small step at a time."

She nods once more. "I'd like that."

- - -

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[backtothefanfiction]

The Pool 🔞

Summary: Ollie is still making you feel uncomfortable, but Felix knows how to fix things.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Ollie being creepy, Felix being foxy and a little bit of naughtiness in the pool.

A/N: Just a quick one before I go to bed. The first NSFW/18+ Summers at Saltburn piece. I’ve been busy lately so haven’t had time to write much for this series but count this as me giving you guys a well deserved meal and dessert for waiting. Enjoy.

“Fix have you seen my-“ you stopped short. You thought it had been Felix you saw moving about in his room through the gap in the door, but you were surprised to find Ollie. “Oh, I thought you were Felix.” You hesitated, your brow furrowing as you looked at the young lad stood awkwardly in the middle of your boyfriend’s bedroom. “What-“

“Felix is already down by the pool.” Ollie said cutting you off before you could ask what he was doing there. “I just wanted to grab a book to take down with me.” Oliver began to explain. “He uh, said that I could read that new Harry Potter book everyone’s been passing around once he was done with it. I thought he’d finished it, so I was just looking for it so I could take it down to the pool with me and… you know, read it this afternoon.” He shrugged as he rambled out his explanation to you.

“Oookaaayyy.” You said hesitantly, dragging out the word as your body seemed to tilt itself away from him, as if his awkward creepiness had its own physical form that pushed you away from him.

You knew exactly what book it was he was talking about. Had sat up last night waiting for Felix to finish it so you could have some fun before going to sleep. “Here.” You said walking across the room and picking it off the top of the desk in Felix’s room, where it had been in open view the whole time.

“Ahh thanks.” Ollie said, taking it from you with a tight lipped smile and a head bob of thanks.

“No problem.” You said, but you didn’t return the smile as he awkwardly passed you and left.

—————

“Hey. Is everything alright?” Felix asked when you made it down to the pool, walking around the edge of it where Farleigh and Venetia were splashing around in the water chatting.

“Yeah.” You sighed as you sat yourself in Felix’s lap on one of the chairs around the pool.

“You don’t sound convinced?” He said as his hand brushed gently against your bare thigh. It was both a statement and a question, pressing you to unload the thoughts clearly on your mind.

“Yeah, it’s just-“ you started, but your voice trailed off as Oliver came to join the group, sitting himself in a chair next to Felix and yourself. He silently held up the Harry Potter book in his hand, a silent nod of acknowledgment to the two of you, before he opened up the book in his lap and began reading.

Felix didn’t need you to openly say what you were thinking out loud. He’d seen the way your eyes had followed Ollie around the pool. Felt how your body had bristled before leaning closer into his warmth for protection. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” He said. “I bet I could take your mind off him in no time.” He whispered into your ear as his hand began to glide its way further up your thigh and in towards your heat, his touch making your skin shiver, your core aching for him. You couldn’t help but pull your lips tight with a smirk.

He gave your thigh a light tap and you stood up so that Felix could stand too, pulling off his T-shirt over his head. He then stood at the edge of the pool and silently watched you as you stripped off your denim shorts and took off the open button up shirt you had slipped on as a cover up to come outside. Once stripped to your bikini you flashed him a look. He was looking you up and down intently. No matter how many times he’d seen you naked, there was always something about see in your body in a bikini that turned him on like a naughty school boy. He gave you a wry smirk and you just had enough time to look down at the problem growing in his shorts before he stepped off the edge of the pool and dropped into the water to hide his arousal from other prying eyes around the pool.

You slowly stepped up to the edge yourself. You could feel Ollie’s eyes looking over the top of the book at your body, but you willed yourself to ignore him. You instead looked down to Felix at your feet. “Come on, get in.” He encouraged you, tapping at the stones either side of your feet. When you continued to hesitate, he began to grab at your ankles, trying to pull you in.

“Ahhh, Fix.” You squealed as your feet began to hop about on the stones to avoid his hands.

In the end, you bit the bullet, doing a quick little run to the side away from Felix as he pushed himself up further onto the top of the pool edge to reach out for your legs. The water was shockingly cold against your skin as your head dipped below the water line but quickly acclimatised to the difference.

When you surfaced, you made your way back towards Felix, wrapping your arms and legs around his body like a koala. You could still feel his erection, pressed hard and flat now to his stomach where he had adjusted his shorts under the water. He looked over to where Farleigh and Venetia were talking at the other end of the pool, then back to you with a devilish smirk, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

You nibbled at your lip as you looked towards your pool companions who seemed to be giving the two of you some distance and paying you no mind; their conversation clearly to enthralling to break from just yet. You looked back to Felix with a twinkle in your eye. It wasn’t the first time you and Felix had partaken in this particular activity whilst you were in the pool together, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last; but you could still feel Ollie’s energy, his envious gaze fixated on you and Felix. You couldn’t help but find your head turning towards him.

“Just forget him.” Felix said, nuzzling himself into your neck, his lips grazing your ear as his hands on your hips began to push your core against his hard cock. “Please.” He cooed, his fingers already beginning to toy with one of the ties to your bikini bottoms.

You willed yourself to look away from Ollie and focus on your boyfriend again. You smashed your lips against his in a bruising kiss and you felt him smile against your mouth. He turned you both so your back was against the wall of the pool so you remained in place as his fingers pulled at the tie on your right hip, your bottoms floating to the side, only being held in place by one leg. He then shucked down the front of his shorts to fully expose his cock. He gave your folds a quick swipe, your slick mixing with the pool water before he dipped his fingers in and out of your aching cunt. It was only a couple of swipes- just enough to make sure you were ready for him. But you had been ready for him for most of the summer.

You took a quick glance over Felix’s shoulder to make sure Farleigh and Venetia were still occupied, whilst Felix looked over your own shoulder up at Ollie still sat, seemingly reading. “Look at me.” Felix urged you when he felt confident Ollie wasn’t paying any attention to the two of you.

You braced your arms tighter around his neck as he shifted you to sit on top of his cock. Your breathing hitched slightly and you fought back the moan that wanted to radiate from you at the feel of his length filling you up. “That’s my girl.” Felix cooed before he nipped at your lips with his own.

You never fucked in the pool. You once fucked in the pool house. But never in the pool. But you often did this- kept his cock warm whilst Felix walked you round the pool. To anyone else it would look like you were just having a cuddle and a chat as you slowly made your way around the pool- but you both knew what was really going on under the water. It was secretive and teasing and gave you both a thrill. Every now and again one of you would shift slightly and you’d have to hide the moan of pleasure that wanted to burst free. But you both lived for the edge- tormenting one another. Seeing who could hold out the longest.

And although you felt Ollie’s eyes on the two of you every now and again. Knew he was watching the two of you closely. Suspected he knew what was happening below the water and wishing it was him involved. You had to admit, Felix was right- this was probably the best way he could try and make you forget about the friend he had brought home and how he creeped you out.

[honeywyrdie]

Sweet Spot {part 1}

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Baker Felix x Florist reader

summary: You're putting together the floral arrangements for your ex's wedding as a favor, forgetting how passive aggressive he can be about your love life. Fortunately for you, one of your best friend's in the world comes over to feed you sugar and make you a sweet offer to get back at your ex. genre: fluff, smut, angst if you squint // word count: 2.8k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes, wet dream // a/n: Trying out something longer and fluffier this time! If you'd like to be on the taglist, reply to this post or send me an ask 🥰

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

You should have never agreed to do this. Your fingers were sore from wire wrapping all the different bouquets, one for each bridesmaid, the ring bearer’s pillow, and the flower girl. So far, you were only halfway done with the floral arch and hadn’t even gotten to start on the table settings yet. There were bits of torn leaves, crushed flower petals, and feathers strewn around your apartment, trying to deal with the last minute changes in aesthetic that the bride asked for.

 The shift from a classic summer bouquet to something more bohemian wasn’t impossible, but it was a challenge with the wedding a week away. It definitely wasn’t your favorite aesthetic in the world, but you were determined to make it work.

The question of why you had agreed to do this at a quarter of your normal fee was beginning to fester in your mind, especially for your ex’s wedding. 

You and Johnny were amicable, sure. Civil might be a better word for it. You didn’t have any leftover romantic feelings for the man - that ship had sailed ages ago. The main problem you had now with him is that he always seemed to be in competition with you, always trying to steal your thunder or diminish your accomplishments. It was always underhanded and passive aggressive and you didn’t have the energy to really push back.

Speaking of the devil, your phone pings with a text message.

❌J: hey y/n, just checking in about the florals. Jenny is freaking out and wants an update you: working on them now! [image attached]  ❌J: wow! Hard at work! Is this the bride’s bouquet? you: yep! Putting the finishing touches on it now’s ❌J: it looks really busy, are you sure this is what she asked for? you: yes. I promise I’m following her vision that we spoke about during our last consultation. ❌J okay! just making sure! I know some of these changes need a quick turn around. ❌J: oh also… ❌J: i wanted to chat with you about something you: ? ❌J: I know things have been a little rough in the dating department for you lately but you still officially have a plus one to the wedding, in case you wanted to bring your sister or someone! you: …thanks.  you: Don’t know where the idea that I’m struggling with dating came from, but I appreciate the plus one. ❌J: I had just heard through the grapevine is all. ❌J: there’s someone out there for everyone! You’ll find them eventually. ❌J: like me and Jenny! We were just made for each other 💕 you: okay, Johnny! Great chatting, I’ll get back to work now! 

You swipe out of the text thread and pinch your brow, the feeling of a building tension headache settling right between your eyes. His audacity is always bewildering, he can have such a sickeningly sweet tone while making sure to get a jab or two in to hurt you. 

Sure, you haven’t had a solid relationship since the two of you broke up, but he doesn’t have to rub your nose in it. The relationship ended amicably enough once you both graduated from college, realizing that the two of you were drifting apart as you pursued your respective careers. Staying civil made it easier to maintain the friend group, neither of you had any real reason to be upset with the other. That didn’t mean you were close, you still kept your distance.

 When he had gotten engaged, you were genuinely pleased for him, and a little relieved. Sometimes, when you’d run into each other at parties, he would make it a point to find you and tell you how well he was doing. You’d get the feeling that he was trying to showboat his accomplishments - he always wanted to tell you all about his successes, all the great things going on in his life. 

He got a great job at some law firm, a promotion and another promotion. Then he had met Jenny, they got engaged, and wasn’t it just so cute that their names were so similar? Jenny and Johnny, Johnny and Jenny! It became their whole personality as a couple and he’d corner you to tell you about how amazing she is and how he had never met anyone who just got him like she did. Every time you’d deal with this, you felt like he had poured corn syrup on you with how saccharine he sounded.

He’d hear about your ebb and flow of love and give you such a pitying look. “Oh you haven’t been dating? That’s too bad, there’s someone out there for everyone! Just look at me and Jenny!” Just throwing small digs in your direction that flew under the radar for most of your friends. 

But you knew. 

You knew he was always trying to make you feel like you had “lost” the break-up. 

~~~

A knock at the door brings you back to the present moment. 

“Y/n~! It’s me! Open up,” a deep voice lilts in a sing-song voice. 

You shake your head, trying to snap out of your shitty mood to answer the door. On your doorstep is one of the best things that came into your life with his ice blond hair, freckles, and a smile that could light up an entire room. Before you can say anything, Felix barges past you into your apartment, holding two paper bags with the bakery’s logo on it.

“I brought some new flavors for you to try, I’m experimenting for the springtime,” he says as he starts unpacking travel pastry boxes with different colored cakes inside.

“Ugh, please don't talk to me about weddings right now,” you sigh. He pauses his unpacking.

“What’s up? You sound like someone kicked your dog.” 

“I just had the most passive aggressive interaction with my ex, Johnny.”

You open the text thread to show him. 

“This is your ex?”

“Yep.”

“Damn, he’s not even being subtle about it.”

“Nope.”

The room is silent for a split second before Felix brightens up again. 

“Well fuck that, the flowers look great, despite the boho bad taste. Come try these new cake flavors I’ve been playing with! Sugar always cheers me up.”

You give him a small smile, he always knows exactly how to bring a little optimism into a shitty situation. “Sure Felix, what have you got for me?”

Soon, you have 4 plates and forks out for the different cake concoctions.

“I’ve been playing around with different florals and citrus for spring, so here we have a lavender cake with key lime frosting. Over here, we have an earl grey cake with lemon curd and lemon buttercream. Then we’ve got a vanilla cake with a pistachio filling and a rose buttercream. Finally we have a jasmine green tea cake with yuzu curd and a vanilla glaze,” Felix says, bouncing on his toes. 

“Okay, Mary Berry! They all sound delicious.”

“You have to be one hundred percent honest with me, I want actual feedback on these!” He grabs your shoulders and looks deep into your eyes, your heart skipping a beat briefly at his intensity. He looks so eager for you to try his different concoctions. Most couples weren’t looking for anything too extreme in the way of flavors, most opting for a basic white cake and buttercream, so you knew Felix loved to share the uncommon combinations he came up with.

They were all so beautiful, perfectly cut out and frosted with care. You picked up your fork enthusiastically.

“Fuck, Felix, that’s delicious,” you say, savoring the citrus flavors. Every single one you tried was more delicious than the last. Your favorite had to be the earl grey and lemon. “This one tastes like how a springtime tea party feels.”

He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, his freckles stand out when he smiles so brightly.

“Thanks, it’s always nice when I get to play around with flavor,” he says, leaning back into his seat. As he stretches, his shirt rides up to reveal a small expanse of the bare skin where his hip meets his lower belly, the lean muscle definition standing out in the lamp light. You tear your eyes away when you realize you’ve been lingering your gaze on the scant inch of skin.

 “Oh my god, did tell you?” Felix blurts out suddenly. “I’ve been working with this couple for an upcoming wedding. Absolute nightmare. Terrible taste! Guess what they finally settled on for their flavor.”

“I don’t know, something basic I bet.”

“Fucking mint chocolate chip.”

“Mint chocolate??? For a cake???” You reel back in horror. What on earth kind of combo was that for a wedding cake?

“They insisted on it!” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “Well, the bride did. The groom was never at any of these sampling appointments. She was onher own and really pushing for something unique.”

“I guess it’s unique to make your guests hate you for your choice of cake flavor,” you say, grimacing at the thought of a mint chocolate cake. “Disgusting.”

“I feel bad for their wedding guests. That’s such a controversial flavor for ice cream, I can’t imagine how it’ll go down for the entire reception.”

You hum in agreement, picking up your fork and finishing off the last of your cake in one frosting heavy bite. 

“Y/n you’ve got a little-“ he reaches up, gently holding your chin. 

His gaze softens as he looks at your lips and you freeze in place. Your heart picks up speed, hammering in your chest, at this gentle touch. He doesn’t know that you have had a thing for him for years now, but you’ll never tell him. You love having him as a friend too much to ruin it, he’s the one spot of sunshine on dreary days. There’s no chance he’d reciprocate your feelings, he could literally date anyone the way strangers constantly fall in love with him at first glance.

But right now, he’s focused on your lips, his thumb brushing them carefully, swiping the bit of frosting that was left from your last bite.

“Oh my god!” You force out a laugh, pulling out of his grasp in embarrassment. Taking a napkin, you start furiously wiping your mouth. “Sorry! It was really good!”

“That’s the perfect kind of response to one of my baked goods!” He smiles, licking the frosting off of his thumb. Your heart leaps into your throat. 

Felix never seems to notice the effect he has on people, overwhelming charm, the magnetic pull he has on anyone within 10 ft of him. When the two of you worked at the old cafe together, you’d take a mental tally of the number of customers that would leave with hearts in their eyes after ordering coffee from him. You thought that after five years of friendship you could get used to it via exposure therapy, but his allure slams you in the chest all the time.  You try to keep yourself grounded in reality when he tugs at heartstrings like this - he does this with everyone so you try not to lose your head. But the way he’s looking at you now, leaning in close with fierce affection in his eyes, makes the delusion that he feels the same about you seem almost real.

You giggle nervously and move to tidy things up from the table after you two are done sampling. Felix leans against the counter, watching you, as you start washing the plates.

“I have an idea,” he says. “For your plus-one situation.”

“Okay, shoot.” 

“What if you take me as your date?”

“Be serious, Felix,” you chuckle.

“I am being serious, I clean up real good,” he says, grabbing at your waist playfully.

“Oh!” A fork slips out of your hand and clatters into the sink. “I mean- you don’t have to do that.”

“Nah, I’d like to! Think about it, it’d be perfect, Johnny has no idea who I am and I can brag you up while I’m there. Rub his nose in it for a change.”

“I-“

“Just think it over, no rush. I think it’d be real fun though!” 

You look at him blankly for a moment, your heart thumping in your chest again. “ Yeah, I’ll think it over.”

~~~

Your eyes are closed when you feel a pair of hands slink around your body, drawing you into a chest of hard, lean muscle. The scent like an apple orchard on a rainy autumn morning greets you, petrichor and wood mixed with something crisp and sweet, enveloping you in a sense of comfort. You look up to see who’s arms embrace you to find Felix hovering over you, deep brown eyes locked onto yours. You’re so close you could count the freckles on his cheeks and give a name to each one. He hums as he pulls you in closer, a deep resonance vibrating through his chest, warming you in more ways than one. 

Tell me it’s real, he says, almost silently.

It’s real, you reply. 

He leans down to capture your lips, pausing above you to nudge his nose against yours and smile. 

I’ve waited so long for this, he says as he finally presses his lips against yours softly. His movements are gentle but insistent, trying to communicate with you, speaking quietly of the years of yearning that have been building. Your skin sings with the way his hands splay on your lower back, pushing your pelvis into him as he presses his tongue against your lips, asking for permission. The kiss deepens and you fall further into him, molding yourself against him. Your hands wind their way into his hair, those ice blond strands wrapped up in your grasp.

A small tug has him detaching from your mouth in a gasp, arching into you ever so slightly as his eyes flutter shut. His fingers find purchase in your plush hips, gripping into you harshly as he yanks you even closer to his body, no space between your body and his. Your breasts press into him, feeling his every breath move against you. He groans at the feel of you before he wraps you up into another kiss, this one more fervent. The way your soft body fits against his so well has his tongue dancing with yours, surging into you then backing away, teasing you until your body feels like it’s on fire. 

You whimper into his mouth when he shifts, coaxing your feet apart to slot his thigh between your legs. He bears down on your hips, pressing your core against his flexed muscle. Liquid heat pools in your belly as he starts rocking against you, feeling his length against your hip, pleading for friction. His hands snake down to grab onto your ass, kneading into the thick flesh, controlling the pace of your grinding into him.

You feel that arousal building inside of you, the tension has you clenching while you rut your hips against him. You feel how wet your panties have become as they slide over your clit, your hips stuttering against him, nearing your peak. 

Felix, I’m- you start to say but he cuts you off with a kiss.

Come for me, y/n, he murmurs against your lips. I want all of you. I wanna feel you lose control.

His words have you moaning, your brow furrowing as your hips shake. He holds you steady as he bounces his leg slightly to add extra pressure. You gasp, feeling your muscles tighten.

Give it all to me, he whispers against your lips. It belongs to me.

His voice sounds distant as you feel yourself coming to the edge. 

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open. You find yourself in bed, thrusting pitifully against your pillow, your heart racing and your skin flush with arousal. As you start to pull yourself out of the dream you were so wrapped up in, your orgasm shatters through you, moaning into the dark of your room. Your legs shake as your core muscles flutter, throbbing at the thought of Felix’s mouth on yours. As you start to come down from your high and settle into reality, you can feel your own pulse in your clit, your legs tangled in your sheets with a pillow between your legs, forehead glistening with sweat. 

It felt so real, like you could actually feel the ghost of his hands on your ass rocking you against his body, his groans ricocheting in your chest. You haven’t had a dream like that in ages, it was so vivid. You wanted it to be real so badly.

That settles it. You reach for your phone, the light piercing through the darkness, staring at the clock that reads 4:26 AM. Opening your messaging app, you type out a quick text and hit send.

you: okay Felix, let’s do it. Will you be my plus one?

[mysunshinetemptress]

Meet me in the Hallway

Leah Williamson x Styles!reader

Disclaimer: i know leah wore the suit in 2022 but for this it’s 2021.

Y/n sighed running her hand down her dress nervously as her brother walked through the door fixing his cuffs ��right cars going to be here in 10.” Y/n nodded looking as her phone lit up for the fifth time in two minutes “who in the hell keeps texting you.” Y/n looked at the vanity her stomach filling with butterflies before turning back to her brother “Sorry H, it’s the group chat talking about international break coming up.” Harry nodded understanding his younger sisters busy schedule “alright but please turn it just for tonight we barely ever get to do anything like this together.” Y/n looked back at her phone before nodding.

Sitting in the car Y/n couldn’t help herself as she tapped on the empty seat beside her as Harry looked at her quizzically “what’s wrong Y/n/n.” Y/n hummed turning to face him “nothing H.” Harry shook his head “I’ve seen you, play matches no problem for both England and United you don’t ever get this nervous, it’s just an award show.” Y/n nodded along to her brothers words “I know H, but I’m not used to this I’m scared of the judgement of standing on a red carpet let alone standing next to you.” Harry shook his head “hey your Y/n Styles an amazing football player who has helped her childhood club grow into the WSL, who will make the Great Britain roster this summer and the England roster next summer, yeah your my little sister but that’s not all you are or all you are worth trust and the only people that are allowed to have that opinion of you are the one who have your phone number ok.” Y/n nodded before turning to look back out the window as they pulled up to the red carpet.

Y/n and Harry stood for photos together and then some separately before splitting for a bit to do interviews “Y/n hi any chance of a quick interview.” Y/n nodded letting out a soft “of course making her way over. “Hi I’m Morgan.” Y/n shook Morgan’s hand before getting into the interview “what’s it like attending an award show with none other than Harry Styles.” Y/n couldn’t help but sigh internally knowing she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes about being asked questions about herself “I mean he’s my brother so it’s pretty normal he doesn’t act any different if that’s what your asking.” Morgan smiled nodding “and can you give us any clues is he going to be releasing any new music.” Y/n turned looking at the celebrities walking the carpet looking for either her brother or anyone really to get her out of this “ehm I’m not really sure, it’s not something I ask as I know it’s a process and one that takes time when he’s ready to share it with the world you will know.” Y/n turned to the carpet once more as Morgan began to ask her final question before Y/n caught eyes with Alex Scott who smiled brightly bounding over to the younger girl “oh my god hello gorgeous.” Y/n let out a laugh pulling Alex into a hug “hi Al.” Morgan cleared her throat before asking the question again “one final question Y/n and I let you get back to it, what is your favourite Harry Styles song.” Y/n looked at Alex “hum that’s hard Al have you got a favourite song of Harry.” Y/n couldn’t help her eyes drift to the figure behind Alex or the butterflies that erupted once more in her stomach the second the figure caught her staring. “Oh I’d have to say favourite song sign of the times Y/n, and favourite match performance of Y/n’s is probably her being the youngest start during the 2019 World Cup and she did not disappoint.” Alex wrapped her arms around you giving you a squeeze “and Y/n favourite song.” Morgan continued ignoring Alex’s last bit “Fine Line.” Morgan gave you both a quick thank you before you both turned to leave “I hate these.” Alex looked at you softly before turning at the sound of her name “you are so much more than his sister remember that.” Y/n nodded thanking Alex before her eyes drifted behind her again turning as she felt her cheeks heat up.

Harry sat at the table watching his sister who nervously played with the table cloth as she looked around the room “Y/n are you sure your ok.” Y/n nodded smiling at Chloe Kelly as she came running over “ahhh Y/n your here.” Y/n got up wrapping Chloe in a tight hug swaying back and forth “aww it’s so good to see you, I’ve missed you.” Chloe and Y/n began discussing the current season before Y/n remembered who she was here with “oh Chloe this is my older brother Harry, Harry this is one of the best forwards I’ve ever seen.” Harry stood up shaking Chloe’s hand as she looked at you surprised “holy shit Y/n.” Y/n laughed at her shocked expression “I’m sorry I know you guys are siblings but to actually see you guys together is mind blowing.” Y/n laughed sitting down as Chloe,herself and Harry began chatting.

Y/n sat holding Harry’s hand nerves shooting through the roof as they began calling out the nominees for British signal “and the winner is Harry Styles Watermelon Sugar.” Harry looked at you surprised as you pulled him into a hug “oh H go I’m so proud.” Harry stood kissing Y/ns cheek rushing up to get his award. Y/n knew she was supposed to be paying attention to her brother but she couldn’t help her eyes drifting to a certain figure sat two tables over straightening her dress as the nerves kicked in again.

Y/n was stood in an empty Hallway trying to turn her phone back on when she felt two hand wrap around her waist “ignoring me tonight my love.” Y/n sighed relaxing into her loves arms “no just wanted to be present for Harry and you make that extremely difficult when you light up my phone every five minutes.” Y/n smiled feeling the breath on her ear “I was simply telling you how sexy you where in that dress darling the silver really matches my green but it would suit my Hotel floor better.” Y/n sighed turning to look at the ocean blue eyes she so often gets lost in. “Oh really.” Y/n couldn’t help her eyes drop to the most kissable lips she had ever known “I found it really hard to just sit there and watch as Chloe came over they way she hugged you and wouldn’t let go of your arm had me wanting to shoot up out of my seat.” Y/n hummed once more wrapping her hands behind the older girls neck “you could have I wouldn’t have minded, maybe could have introduced you to my brother.” Y/n felt her self deflating at her girlfriends words “you could do that anyway you know I’d love to meet him maybe get him to tell me stories about you.” Y/n sighed “I mean as my girlfriend not as my friend.” Y/n pulled the blondes face towards her dying for a kiss “I like this though, our little bubble of privacy.” Y/n stopped her movements “this doesn’t feel like a private relationship to me, it feels like you want to keep me, us, our beautiful relationship hidden.” The Arsenal defender shook her head “I don’t I just don’t want unwanted opinions or attention on our relationship.” Y/n shook her head “so our families are unwanted opinions.” The taller girl sighed “can we please just drop this for now, I just want to kiss you and hold you and maybe even slip my hotel room card into you hand and tell you to meet me after.” Y/n sighed before nodding “ok yeah I’m sorry Le, I just..this, today would have been so much easier if I could do this with you instead of by myself or with H.” Leah hummed pulling her girlfriend into a searing kiss. “I promise soon ok.” Y/n nodded pulling Leah down into another kiss as they both relaxed into each others arms “I love you ok.” Y/n nodded “I love you too.”

[mommaudders12]

Here's something a little new. How about a wolverine x reader! Why not!? This one was written for a friend!

Logan/wolverine x reader

NSFW!!! No one under 18, plez.

Warnings: public s3x, s3x in general, casually funny smut

You've been invited to go out to eat with a few of the x men crew! Who knew Logan had such a good sense of smell, though?

You're not sure how, but you've managed to get yourself befriended by a few x men. One thing led to another at a pizza joint with a claw machine and a specific red and white haired mutant, and now you're an honorary x men... minus being a mutant. You just like hanging out with them when they're free. Kurt even invited you to dinner with them tonight! Your phone is pinging and buzzing from the group chat being blown up from Jean and Scott arguing over which restaurant to go to.

Jean: you know, it's been a while since we've been to a Japanese steakhouse.

Scott: the last time we went to a steakhouse, I got salmonella!

Jean: who in their right mind asks for their shrimp to be raw?

Scott: everything else on the sushi bar is raw!

Your eyes roll while you type out a message to the group chat.

You: ok, yall, what about applebees.... or Texas roadhouse. I've seen Kurt absolutely destroy some baskets of bread from roadhouse.

Kurt: ich mag brot 🤤

You let out a chortle at his quick response. That boy does like some bread.

After a bit of arguing and a few more ridiculous remarks from Scott, everyone decided on the tex-Mex joint down the street. They also have a very nice bar with beer on tap and an endless selection of mixers. Who doesn't like a tall glass of Corona and unlimited chips and salsa! You have around two hours to relax and slowly get ready until you have to meet them there. The closet door creaks as you open it to find a cute outfit. The restaurant isnt fancy, but you still would like to look nice.

A corset tie in the back baby blue sundress catches your eye, so you snatch it and kick through the pile of shoes at your feet to find the white flats that you normally wear with it. Now the question is- steak quesadilla or Supreme nachos?

By the time you get to the restaurant, everyone had already been seated. Guess it does take longer than ten minutes to get there.... woops. You shuffle over to the group and plop down in the chair next to Logan. He gives you a once over and nods before taking a swig of his drink.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm a little late! I forgot how far away this place was."

"No problem, hun, we just sat down. Glad you're here!" Jean lifts her glass of freshly poured water in your direction as she speaks.

They had already brought out drinks and a basket of chips and salsa. You know she was just saying that to make you feel better. You hang your purse on the back of your chair and adjust your sun dress at the top where the fabric had bunched up from sitting. From the corner of your eye, you see Logan slightly Watching your every move from over his drink.

"I saw on the news yesterday what happened at that barn. I can't believe they had five mutants hidden there! I didn't even know mutants could be half animal like that!"

Kurt lifts his finger to politely intervene.

"There are many types of mutants. For instance, I am... vell, demon. Logan has animalistic tendencies, hank is-"

You listen intently as your slim, blue friend goes on about different types of mutants. Very intrigued, you lift a leg up to cross it over the other while leaning into the table to prop your elbows against it. Logan lifts his head from his glass and seems to freeze in place as his nose twitches. He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair, almost leaning back and sinking into it.

"- mutations can even be passes down and intermingled together from breeding as vell! Say an animal type mutant made child with a-"

"Ooook, I think we get the point, Kurt, thank you." Scott interrupts.

By that time, the waiter has come to take everyone's order. You completely forgot about going over the menu. You quickly grab the menu and scan over it while the others place their orders.

"Nothin' for me." Logan waves his hand and beings his drink back up to his lips, seemingly attempting to keep himself distracted.

"And you, miss?"

Eenie meanie miney- THIS ONE.

"Uuuuh may I have the.... Supreme burrito? Extra green peppers, no beans-"

You lean in to the waiter pointing to something on the menu, dropping your crossed leg to the floor, legs slightly apart to keep you balanced while you lean. You hear Logan let in a few soft inhales as well as huff. He turns his head away from the group and clears his throat before adjusting again in his seat.

"Oh! And extra sour cream too, please!"

The waiter finishes scribbling in his notepad before making his way back to the kitchen. You slide yourself back into your chair from half cheeking it to talk to the waiter.  Your skirt is a little bunched up so you sit up a little bit and adjust it along with fixing your rolled up thong straps on your hips.

"Ey, Logan, you good bud?" Scott cocks an eye in Logans direction, motioning with his glass of sweet tea.

Logan just grunts, taking another large swig of whatever type of IPA he was drinking. He runs his hand across his sideburns and down to his chin before covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes are so dilated that they seem to be black holes in the sockets. His large boot taps gently on the wooden floor just enough to catch your attention. You look down at his foot and see his other hand having a death grip on his knee, almost to keep it from wondering. The veins in his arms seem to throb from under his rolled up flannel sleeves. Why is that kind of hot, though? Your cheeks flush slightly seeing him in that fashion. The conversation around you begins to fade as you watch Logan intently.

Every move you make draws a new movement from Logan, making his slowly come undone- and you have caught on. He is slowly losing his mind because of you. You have had your eyes on the weasel man for a while, so might as well have some fun, right? Starting slowly, you put one hand on your leg and draw it up, bringing the skirt with it until the hem of your dress is almost touching right below your panties. Doing so causes logans breath to hitch, grabbing at his belt area to readjust. Bro is bricked up! You can see the outline of his member along his jeans. You tighten your legs as a heat builds in your neithers watching Logan come undone surrounded by your closest friends- and they are all oblivious as to what is happening. You will be surprised if the chair you are sitting in isn't soaked by the time you stand up.

The chatter continues as you keep edging Logan on in secret. Adjusting your leg, you uncross them and spread your knees apart, biting your lip. A fist hits the table, causing the cups to jump and Kurt to choke on a salsa covered chip.

"JESUS- Logan, the hell is your problem today!?" Scott scolds Logan while slapping Kurt's back attempting to get the lodged chip out if his esophagus.

With a snarl, Logan stands up with his empty mega pint and makes his way to the bar. You turn to the group and shrug. Kurt is now chugging his water after getting the chip dislodged. Guess the fun is over. But now you really have to pee.

"Be right back, don't eat my burrito if it comes before I get back!"  Getting a chuckle out of the group as you stand up.

You begin to make your way to the ladies room, taking the long way, just do you could walk past Logan one more time to get in another tease. Walking past him, you give his side a slight pinch as you walk by. A strong hand grabs your wrist, causing you to freeze. A second hand grabs your waste, pushing your stomach into the bar and pinning you in place. Logan brings his head up next to your ear.

"You... little... bitch."

Logan brings his nose to your neck and breathes in as much of your scent as he could.

"I could smell you. I could smell you as soon as you sat down. Fucking around with me while you're fertile"

Oh shit, you forgot you were ovulating. The period tracker said you were, at least. Well, shit on a brick-

"I can already smell how wet you are for me."

His large calloused hand made his way from your hand down to your thigh, tugging at your skirt.

"Wait, Logan, i-"

 

The grip on your side tightens as he pushes you against the bar, leg between your leg to keep you pinned.

"Sssshshsh. Too late for negotiations, bub. I'm gonna fuck you into this damn bar. Buttering me up, in front of the others, wearing this little dress?"

The hand on your skirt begins bunching at the hem, bringing it up just below your ass.

"Logan, there's people, we cant-"

Don't lie to yourself, you want this. You're a slut. Ya know what, time to play.

Logan growls into your neck doing his absolute best to not burst in his pants. You smirk to yourself and bend over the counter a little more, making your ass scuff against his hardened length in his pants.

"Butter you up? I don't know what you're talking about~"

You stand up on your toes to try to line up to him, still pretending to be oblivious. Logan growls into your ear, giving a slight nip.

"You're such a little whore. Acting all clueless when I know damn well you want your pussy pounded into this bar in front of all of these people-"

You chuckle to yourself, feeling Logan hurrily bunch up your skirt higher, exposing your ass. He leans back while still holding onto your hip to get a look at you. A low rumble in his chest eminates from him as he brings a large hand down and grabs a handful of your ass.

"Of course you would be wearing these little panties just for me-"

I mean, not really, they were cute but just roll with it! Stay in character!

"Oh this is so embarrassing, everyone is going to see~"

He leans back into you and whispers in your ear.

"You better keep quiet. Shut the fuck up and take it-"

"Ma'am did you want to order something?"

Your eyes shoot up to see a very oblivious barista that just got back from his break.

"Oh! Uh... im-"

Logan stands up straight, still with a fistful of your skirt in his hand.

"Gimme a shot of grey goose."

He sounds so stoic.

"What about you, princess?"

You can feel a smirk spread across his lips as he leans against the bar beside you, still latched onto your skirt allowing your bare ass to be open to whoever is seated behind you.

"I... um... I'm not-"

You feel the hand holding your skirt up drop the hem while sliding along your hip to your front, slinking along your panty line above your pubic bone. Your breath hitches as you look at the mixer menu. You pretend to scan over the menu as a large hand slides under your panties and starts drawing circles around your clit. Logan, with his shit eating grin, leans further onto the bar to make eye contact with you.

"Go on, bub, tell the man what you'd like~"

Your knees buckle as he hits just the right spot, drawing an 'ah' out of you.

"Aah- aaaaiiiii would like a- nnh- tequila sunrise p-please."

The barista cocks an eyebrow at you, shrugs, and walks away to make your drink. Logan chortles and makes his way back behind you still rubbing circles on your clit. His hand dips down to his belt, unbuckling it with one hand and sliding his jeans down just far enough to let his member bounce out, hitting his stomach with a thwack.

"Here's the goose-"

The barista sets the glass down on the table beside you. He goes back to his cabinet to start on your drink.

You can practically feel logans heart pounding from behind you as he uses your slick to coat his cock and line up with your pussy. He slides into you slowly as the barista comes back with your drink.

"And the tequila sunrise. Let me know if you need anything else."

You give him a thumbs up as he walks away.

"Go on, drink your fruity little drink."

His voice had a hint of a mocking tone. He picks up his shot and throws it back before slapping it back on the counter. You pick up your drink and go to take a sip when he bucks into you, causing a little to splash on the table.

"Ah fuck-"

You exclaimed. Both from spilling your drink and from being surprise drilled by logans massive crank.

"Sssshshsh. Wouldn't want anyone to hear, now would we? Just drink your drink and be a good little slut-"

You nod and attempt to act casual while Logan pumps into you. With a mix of lip biting and drink sipping, you finally finish your drink. Logan gives you one hard thrust, causing you to drop the glass and let out a rather loud 'ah'

"Ah, Logan!"

The burning in your nethers begins to become too much for you to take. You lean farther over the bar, almost lifting yourself off the ground.

"Thaaats it, atta girl. Let me use you."

You two aren't trying to hide it anymore. By this time your little sun dress is hikes up above your hips and your slick drips onto the ground while Logan thrusts into you like a dog in heat. Logan catches the eye of a group of men in the corner, elbowing eachother and motioning to the two of you. With a snarl and growl, Logan unsheaths his adimantium claws with a shck, causing the group of men to go silent. Seeing the men watching the two of you sends Logan into a territorial rage. You're his game now, you belong to him and no one else. He grabs onto a handful of hair and pulls back forcing you to look up at him.

"Fuck being quiet. I want this whole damn bar to know that you belong to me-"

"Wait, but, Lo- Ah!"

One hard thrust takes your breath away, pulling your thoughts along with it.

"You heard me, slut, now say my name. Say the name of the one you belong to."

He uses your hair to pull you back onto his throbbing cock, drawing more ah ah ahs out of you.

"Ah! Aaah, Logan-"

"Yes, that's my girl, louder"

"Logan!"

His thrusts begin to grow sloppy as he reaches a climax. The ruckus of the bar is drowned out by your squeals and one by one, the bar patrons turn to look.

"Oh god, I'm so close! I'm gonna-"

Logan latches on to your neck with his canines as he ruts sloppily into you before letting his load go into your womb. Both of your slick mix together inside of you and slides down your leg onto the hard wood floor. Both of you huff and puff, attempting to catch your breath while the few people that had been watching you turn back around, besides the older gentleman in the corner who starts to clap and holler "encore!"

With one last huff and a firm slap to the ass, Logan slides out of you and slips his member into his pants in a single motion. Your skirt falls messily back into place as you slide off of the bar onto your shakey feet, slick seeping down your leg and onto your slides.

Logan turns you around by your shoulders and moves your stray hairs out of your face and behind your ear. He pulls you into himself and snarls as the barista walks back up to your side of the bar.

"Soooo uh.... sorry to cut in, but... would you like to close your tab?"