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summary: [ author!oscar piastri x f!driver!reader â social media au ] being the partner and muse of a celebrated author means that fans start connecting the dots sooner rather than later
faceclaim:Â gracie abrams
authorâs note:Â i'm secretly a ya romcom book girlie and i feel like that shows SO MUCH in this fic đ delusional for life!
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user great race at the australian gp y/n!
âȘ user first points of the season let's goooo
âȘ yourusername and hopefully many more to come đ
logansargeant STRAYAAA đŠđŠđșđŠđŠđș
âȘ yourusername VEGEMITE ON TOAST đ€€
âȘ user sometimes i forget that logan and y/n are both gen z đ
user the puppy is so adorable đ„ș
âȘ user i wonder whose it is đ y/n's said that her schedule doesn't allow for pets
oscarpiastri not my birthday cake...
âȘ yourusername sorry not sorry đ
âȘ user who the hell is oscar piastri and why is y/n replying to his comment đ
âȘ user don't you talk about my favourite best-selling author like that đ€ș
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yourusername can't believe that little kid is now a 3-time nyt best-selling author đ„č so proud of you oscarpiastri đ i haven't been able to put eighty-one seconds down đ available in bookstores near you!
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user i love how y/n always supports and promotes oscar's books đ„ș
âȘ user they're so adorable together my heart can't take it
oscarpiastri Thanks for the encouragement. Couldn't have done it without you đ
âȘ yourusername damn right you couldn't have đ€
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âȘ user i'm betting it was oscar đ
âȘ user hello what đłđłđł
âȘ user oh my sweet summer child...
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oscarpiastri Thank you to everyone who's been on this journey with me. Eighty-One Seconds is finally yours and we can't be more happy to share it with you. As many of you have guessed, it is my homage to Y/N and all the time we have spent together. My wife, my love, my heart. I'm grateful that you're in my life. Forgive me for re-using my words, but here's to eighty-one more years together.
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user hold on a damn second đ€ his WIFE??? when was this a thing đ§
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âȘ user give us answers please đ i haven't had peace since oscar posted this
yourusername i love you too, oscar jack piastri đ€
âȘ user oh he literally named his mc after himself đ
âȘ user GOODBYE??? JACK AS IN HIS MIDDLE NAME??? oh my god they really weren't subtle
williamsracing signed copy when đ
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user honestly i'm surprised they managed to hide their relationship for this long đ
âȘ user oh they did NOT we were just blind
âȘ logansargeant I didn't find out until I got the wedding invitation in the mail đ€
âȘ landonorris i think that's just cause you're oblivious mate đ
âȘ logansargeant what???
âȘ landonorris they literally make out all the time in williams hospitality
âȘ yourusername lando... đ
user if your man isn't writing a book professing his love for you, what's he doing with his life?
âȘ user oscar's set the standard đ
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orange peels
ᥣđ© it's the worst best soft launch yet
pairing. . . lando norris x reader
face claim. . . tingting lai (tingting_lai on instagram)
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lnfour Busy week for Lando & the team. Swipe to the end to see how he really feels about it đ«ą
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user2 pls the last photo đ€Ł
landonorris i thought we agreed not to use that photo
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â° landonorris lnfour suddenly i need a new admin
â° lnfour landonorris no you dont đđ«¶đŒ
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â° user4 literally where????
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user6 you're so cute!!
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landonorris orange is a good look on you
landonorris i think orange is a great color
â° yourusername landonorris i think youre biased đ
â° landonorris yourusername i definitely am đ
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yourbff do you like this little life???
â° yourusername i love** this little life
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user7 now wait a MINUTE
user8 is..... is lando in his soft launch era??
â° user9 user8 but is it really a soft launch if we know who it is???
â° user8 user9 lmaooo pls theyre doing their best đ
yourusername no photo creds???
â° landonorris yourusername i feel like it goes without saying at this point
â° user10 landonorris yourusername OH?????
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user14 getting one step closer to the hard launch đźâđš
user15 lando's fingers must be sore from all the oranges he's been peeling
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landonorris cuz the oranges?
â° yourusername landonorris among other things đ€«
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second best |3| hoshina soshiro
PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART 3
pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader
genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope
snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too.
word count: 2k
trigger warnings: a bit suggestive at the end
author's note: i promised a part three so here it is, hope you guys like it! likes, replies, and reblogs are welcome but im begging you not to copy or steal my works. feel free to sign up for my taglist (which i swear im gonna use on the next fic lol), and i appreciate when people send me asks so let me know your thoughts (or send me hoshina pics, that'd be great too). my masterlist is here! also i gotta let you know that i might put the next fic on hold because i am so tempted to start a short nsfw collection instead - just one-shots so it won't be a lot of commitments. who knows cause i might write angst and nsfw at the same time đ
soshiro's hands were trembling. you noticed because it has not happened in a while - you cannot even recall the last time you've seen the man nervous, much less shaking. you were going to himeji that morning; hoshina had snatched your backpack from you - "when i said i would make it up to ya, i mean in every way i can," he said, sounding gentle and sincere that your only choice was to let him carry your belongings and blush as he also intertwined his fingers with yours while walking.
there is this story you have been hearing for a while - the red string theory, it is called. according to it, people who are destined to be together will always find each other despite everything and anything. when you were a kid, instead of thinking it romantic, you rather thought it is frightening - fate is a difficult enemy to go against: if it is meant to be, then it will be eventually. when you grew up, you held that belief as a prayer - it means that whoever is the one chosen for you may get lost on their way to you, but they will always - always - arrive.
you glanced at hoshina soshiro and you knew you were right to believe.
it was roughly a four-hour journey from tachikawa to himeji by train, and during the entire ride, even when he fell asleep for a short while, your boyfriend did not let go of your hand. you complained about your palms being sweaty as a joke, and he only loosened his hold. you understood - he is making it up to you, but he is also making up for all the wasted time. Â
"we're almost there," you told him when he startled from his nap. his bangs were slightly messy, and he bumped his head to your shoulders. "comfy," he hummed. you giggled.
you are still trying to navigate through dating a high-ranking officer of an anti-kaiju defense force unit. relationships aren't strictly forbidden but still frowned upon, which was a little bit of an issue between you and soshiro when you had a proper and long-overdue conversation about what you guys were. confessing is one thing, but when being friends is all you've known your whole life, you know adjustments are supposed to be made here and there.
 which brings you and him back to your hometown.
he didn't exactly disagree with you, but you are aware he had his reservations about the idea of visiting himeji. "oh i'm pretty sure soichiro-kun would be surprised," you said when you were still planning the trip. "yes, we should kiss in front of him and give him a heart attack," soshiro suggested, and you weren't hundred-percent sure he was just joking. maybe you didn't want him to be.
when the streets started to look familiar, soshiro noted the sudden bounce in your pace. you and he have walked in the same alley years ago - he would wait for you after class and would even make up some ridiculous excuse so you could go home together. "i used to pretend to be tired way back just so i could convince you to slow down. i wanted to spend so much time with you," you reminisced.
"i should have known ya were head-over-heels for me," he teased.
"they miss ya, soshiro-kun. ya don't have anything to worry about." the change in topic wiped the smirk off his face. he was suddenly serious, sad even. there was a part of you that regretted saying the words, but he had to hear it - you only wanted to reassure him after all.
"just that i haven't been here for a long while", he said, squeezing your hand. "i don't know if they think this place is still my home."
"ya need to have faith in the people you care about, soshiro-kun. ya need to trust that they care about ya too," you solemnly advised. "i know that doesn't make any sense sometimes, but that's how i do it."
"have i told ya i love you so much?" he responded, to which you smiled.
"only a thousand times," you joked once more.
the hoshina estate is a spacious one - you have to pass through an automated black gate that directs you to the main house, the cobblestone path lined with cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling when the wind blows gently; the grandeur of the home soshiro grew up in is undeniable with its traditional japanese architecture. a man with striking features and an aura of authority was waiting at the entrance, waiting for his son.
âfather,â soshiro greeted the man, bowing deeply.
âan embarrassment that your friend will be the one to bring you home when you could have done it a long time ago,â soshiroâs father scolded him. his stare at soshiro was that of disappointment, which quickly disappeared when he looked at you. âah, my dear, come on in, hurry, come on in,â he turned and said to you, inviting you in. the hoshina patriarch had always been fond of you - soshiroâs parents had wanted a daughter and they found one in you.
soshiro rolled his eyes. âmy fatherâs favorite child is my girlfriend, great,â he muttered.
the maids made you a great dinner, cooking soshiroâs favorite food per his fatherâs request. conversation was light, and it was apparent that the old hoshina wanted to catch up so badly on how his son was doing, inquiring in consecutive questions about soshiroâs rank in the unit, his experiences so far, and his long-term plans in staying with the force. soshiroâs replies are detailed, but you know he intentionally did not mention all the instances where he almost died fighting.
soshiroâs father regaled you both with stories of soshiroâs childhood antics - âdo ya remember, my dear, when soshiro tripped and fell on his face after training with soichiro? we were so worried, but he only fell asleep,â he recited the memory as if it was just yesterday., his kansai accent thick on his words. the tension that had lingered in the air had dissipated as you finished your meal.
âi had the guest room prepared for ya so ya can rest for tonight,â soshiroâs father had said when his son cut him off.
âno, we can sleep together,â soshiro declared, and thinking it might have sounded improper, he spoke again. âbeside each other, i mean. in my room. because weâre tired. from travelling all day," he attempted to clarify but failed.
âah, may i look forward to a grandchild soon from ya two?â color drained from your face as you slowly closed your eyes. you fought off a laugh but failed.
âya may, but we arenât doing that here of all places,â soshiro argued just as his father had turned his back on the both of you, amused with himself. at least now you know where soshiro got his sense of humor.
the hot shower felt great against your tensed muscles, and if you werenât that exhausted, you would have opted for a bath instead. soshiro wanted to speak to his father alone, so when he ushered you inside his childhood bedroom, heâd let you know that he would be gone while you were cleaning yourself up. you were relieved; you havenât seen your own father since you were a teenager, and it would be a shame to see it happening to the person you care about the most, not if you can do something about it. and this is not to say that you wanted to fix soshiroâs life - you pointed this out to him once - but heâs had a terrible habit of holding back and assuming the worst, so you had decided that if you could help him out, you would push him to the right direction.
âdidnât ya pack clothes?â his eyes were on you immediately after he came in, finding you on the bed with your phone, wearing his shirt.
âi did, but yours look better,â you replied, holding your arms out and showing him how oversized it is on you - the sleeves are passed your elbows, the hem reaching the middle of your thighs.
âthey look better on ya, i agree.â he sat on the mattress for a few moments before lying down, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. âya all good?â
âi am,â you said to him. âespecially because i scanned yer photos when ye're still little while ya were gone,â you informed him then showing him a folder you created in your device - baby hoshina soshiro folder, you named it - full of duplicates you made of the framed pictures of your boyfriend all over the house. thereâs one where he didnât have any hair at all; thereâs one where he was close to crying but appeared to be keeping the tears in; thereâs one where he was missing a tooth but smiling like thereâs no tomorrow. soshiro moved to take your phone away, but you were quicker than him.
âthis is payback, for all the times ya werenât talking to me.â you were alluding to the three long months when you were still an applicant to the defense force and soshiro acted like you were a stranger. he had apologized for it already, but it is nice to make fun of him sometimes so you brought it up. âthat hurt my feelings, ya know.â you laid down beside him, invading his personal space, your shoulders touching his.
âi was stupidâ, he said. âand itâs not like i could have come up to ya and said, hey iâm sorry for leaving ya in himeji, by the way iâm crazy for ya.â
âand all those times i thought ya had something with commander ashiro, oh god!â you exclaimed for effect. âby the way, the other recruits thought the same.â
âitâs not like that between her and me.â his gaze on you was brief. âitâs not like that with anyone else.â
âit better not be, because iâm leaking all yer baby photos to the first division if ya mess up,â you threatened him despite not needing to.
âi promise, i wonât.â he grabbed your hand from your side and linked it with his, cradling it to his chest before bringing it to his lips. âiâm not that stupid.â
soshiroâs childhood room was what you would expect from a teenage boy: a king-sized bed, a bookshelf of manga, a cabinet showcasing knives and blades. you never had the opportunity to enter his room even when you were kids, you realized. you looked up to the ceiling and you saw green dots that formed shapes - makeshift constellations, you recognized the patterns - little plastic stickers that you glue to surfaces. âare those supposed to be stars?â
soshiro sighed, his arm on top of his face. âyeah, uh - remember when uh - i think that was in junior high, and ye're so into astronomy? i thought itâd be a good idea to know the names of the stars to impress ya, so i started trying to memorize them.â
you shifted to face him, speechless. maybe if you had known this, if you had known the other things you are certain now that soshiro had done and was willing to do for you, you wouldnât have wasted years questioning your place in his life and deciphering his feelings. a wave of warmth washed over you as you reached out and lifted his arm off his face, meeting his eyes.
soshiroâs lips felt as soft as it looks like, you thought as you kissed him. you pushed yourself into him, and he pulled you tighter until it seemed there was not enough air for you to breathe - until your chests were pressed together it was as if your hearts were beating as one. something sparked inside you; the sensation of being so close to soshiro about to consume you from within. his hand crawled to your hips and remained there. you drew back a bit after that, and when you saw the panicked look on his face, you kissed him again.
âi love you,â you told him in between pants.
the night went on, and by the end of it, hoshina soshiro discovered that his favorite sound is you moaning his name.
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Okay, so i request a lot of smut but iâm gonna surprise you and request the most tooth rotting fluff you can write. Pregnant!reader x totally in love, acts of service!spencer. Do your thing đ
A/N: I love all requests, but requests from my mutuals especially iluvreid, are my favourite. But sorry this took a long time, I am slowly getting through requests:)
Summary: itâs basically the request, but Iâve added in a little more detail about the pregnancy and yes I do believe Spencer Reid is a girl dad!
Content: pregnant!reader. I donât think I have used pronouns in this, but Fem!reader just to be sure. Acts of service/loving!Spencer. Fluff. Mentions of morning sickness. Mentions of food. Heavy talk about pregnancy. Talk of Spencer been scared to be a dad, but reader reassures him.
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Spencer Reid had had both nightmares and dreams about becoming a dad. He did truly want to be one, but he also didnât want to become like his dad or make his child suffer like he did while witnessing his motherâs mental health crisis.
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But you had assured him that he would make an amazing father, and that all the stuff he was worrying about showed him that.
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So, the day you showed him a positive pregnancy test, with a huge smile on your face, he knew he would have to put some of his fears aside because he had to take care of you.
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âšFor the first few weeks, Spencer would always wake up before you. He would get some water and put into the fridge, making sure it was chilled for you. He would get some ginger biscuits out from the cupboard and start making you a cup of tea.
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Once he had heard you wake up and shuffle your way to the bathroom he would come in shortly after you to make sure you were okay. His heart swelled with love and pride as he watched you, his hand resting protectively on your back as you leaned over the sink. The worry etched on his face softened as you turned to him with a tired smile, grateful for his silent support.
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âAre you feeling okay today?â Spencer asked, concern evident in his voice.
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âI donât feel as sick today, just a little queasy and exhausted, thatâs all.â You grinned, reaching out to hold his hand. "Thank you for taking care of me, Spencer. I appreciate it more than words can say."
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Spencer squeezed your hand gently, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I'll always take care of you, Y/N. You and our little one mean everything to me." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before stepping back to let you finish up in the bathroom.
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You and Spencer had discussed if you wanted to find out the gender of your baby when it came to the 22-week scan, and you both agreed you did. You didnât care what gender the baby was going to be, but you believed Spencer would be the most amazing girl dad.
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As you both sat in the waiting room, Spencer held your hand tightly, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand. The anticipation of finding out whether you were having a boy, or a girl was palpable in the air.
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When your name was called, you both walked hand in hand to the examination room. The sonographer greeted you warmly and began the scan. You watched the screen anxiously, feeling your heart race with excitement.
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Suddenly, the sonographer smiled and pointed to the screen. "Congratulations," she said, "It's a girl."
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Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Spencer, whose face broke into a wide grin. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to the screen, his eyes filled with wonder and love.
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"We're having a daughter," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
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âYouâre going to make the most amazing dad, Spencer. You already make the most perfect husband.â
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Spencer Reid's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he reached out to caress your cheek, overwhelmed with emotion. The reality of becoming a father to a little girl filled him with a mixture of joy and trepidation, but seeing the love and trust in your eyes gave him the strength he needed to embrace this new chapter of his life.
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You had popped around six months, and Spencer couldnât get enough. He loved putting his hand on the bump and feeling the baby kick. He loved talking to you about baby names, and being able to talk to the baby knowing it would recognise his voice soon enough.
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He also loved been able to take care of you. Anytime you needed anything, he would offer to get it for you. Even before you had gotten pregnant, he was an act of services person, but now his acts of kindness and care had intensified. Spencer had become even more attentive and thoughtful, always ensuring you were comfortable and taken care of.
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 Spencer didnât mind running out at odd hours to fetch your favourite ice cream flavour to giving you foot massages after a long day, Spencer made sure you were always comfortable and well taken care of. He had even offered to sleep in the spare bedroom, so you could have as much bed space as you wanted.
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As your due date approached, Spencer's excitement and nerves reached new heights. He had meticulously prepared the nursery, painting the walls in a soft shade of lavender, and assembling the crib with precision. Every night, he would sit in the rocking chair, reading aloud to your growing belly with a tenderness that brought tears to your eyes.
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âDo you think sheâs going to be more of a Beethoven or a Mozart fan?â you teased, watching Spencer's face light up with a mixture of amusement and adoration.
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âOh, I think sheâs going to be a Vivaldi fan. But I also know sheâs probably going to be the only one who can beat me at chess.â Spencer smiled at the thought, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. The idea of sharing his passions and interests with his daughter filled him with an indescribable sense of joy.
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âSheâs going to be smart person ever. Probably even smarter than you, so of course sheâll be able to beat you at chess.â
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Spencer chuckled at your playful banter, his heart overflowing with love for both you and the little girl growing inside you. He couldn't wait to meet her, to hold her in his arms and show her the world through his gentle, intelligent eyes.
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âI think we should call her, Astrid Luna Reid.â You watched as Spencer's eyes widened with surprise before a soft smile spread across his face. "Astrid Luna Reid," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a sense of wonder and warmth. "It's perfect. Our little star, our moonlight."
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not sure if your taking requests but if you are may I request nanami x freader who fakes being sick just so kento takes time off work to take care of her and have him all to herself. he catches onto it and makes his day off worth while by having her đ drunk the whole day đ
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I love how sweet Bf! Kento is hehee... I hope this lived up to your expectations. Thank you so much for sending in a request! Iâm a little nervous because Iâm not sure I can write him right but I hope this is on par enough :cry:Â
Feeling Sick? I'll take care of you...
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âËàŹȘâč Summary: Your doting boyfriend Kento doesnât want to call your bluff about being sick. Heâd rather tease the truth out of you!
âËàŹȘâč Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, nipple play, orgasm denial, light spanking, cumming in your mouth, somnophilia, fingering, f! receiving oral, creampie, slight breeding kink (who is surprised iâm obsessed), not proofread </3
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BF! Kento who never answers personal calls at work unless it is your name on his phone. âHey sweet girl, everything okay?â he answers, keeping his volume low causing his deep voice to go even deeper. You could get dizzy off of his voice alone, it only solidified what needed to be done. If you didnât miss him so much you would feel guilty for the lie you were about to spin â but you hadnât seen your boyfriend all week because of the overtime he was putting in at his job. It was a desperate move â but if hamming up a cold was what it took; You would do anything to spend time with him. âKento.. I donât feel so good. Could you come homeâŠâ you made sure your throat was dry to sound raspy and even threw in a pathetic cough at the end.Â
BF! Kento who asks his boss for the rest of the day off without a second thought. You were his everything and he knew just how big of a baby you were when it came to getting sick. He would do anything to make sure you were taken care of â both physically and mentally.Â
BF! Kento who comes home to find you in your shared bed under a mountain of covers. He pulls them back and plants a kiss to your exposed forehead, rubbing your hair soothingly. âWhat doesnât feel good?â he coos at you. It almost hurts how concerned he looks. âMy throat hurts,â you tell him, making sure to frown and scrunch your brows. âIâm sorry, baby. Letâs go take your temperature,â he begins to pull back the covers. âI-I already took it. Itâs 101,â you tell him â a little too quickly. You can see his face go blank as he thinks over what you said. He knew you well⊠too well. You would never take your own temperature â always too scared to know the answer. It wasnât hard for you to admit you feel sick but having it confirmed was another thing entirely. It would sour your mood. You always let Nanami take care of you. Always. He wordlessly touches your forehead with the back of his hand and you swallow thickly trying to read his face. You hoped trying to overheat yourself with all the blankets you brought into bed would work in making your forehead hot. All it did now was make you sweat as your boyfriend studies your figure over. If he has anything to say he keeps it to himself.
BF! Kento who diligently cuts up the carrots for your soup. The anxiety you felt over how silent he became was bad enough you really did think you needed Nanami â you hadnât felt this sick in a while! You kept sneaking peeks from the couch as you watched him prepare your lunch. His face was expressionless except for the focus he put into sauteeing the vegetables and measuring out the seasonings. While you swallowed down your nerves you had to appreciate how delicious your boyfriend looked. He had a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder that he used to wipe his hands on while he cooked â his button down shirt missing his work tie and exposing his upper chest. âFeeling okay, sweet girl?â he asks you when he catches you looking. You meekly nod, trying to put on a show.Â
BF! Kento who rubs your feet as you eat the lunch he made you. It was torture being under his diligent touch. He watched you intently â preferring to study you in silence as you ate. His strong thumbs massaged deeply into the arch of your right foot, releasing all the tension. âI know how sore you feel when you get sick,â his eyes lock onto yours, âDo your legs or arms hurt more, baby?â You choke out something that you hoped sounded like legs and he gets to work. Itâs nothing short of professional the way his hands turn you into putty. You always tease him about how he must have been a masseuse in his past life â but it didnât feel right to crack a joke at this moment. His gaze on you was intense as he studied the pleasure written on your face. The bowl of soup was abandoned on the end table as you embraced his powerful fingers. He slowly worked his way up your lower extremities, taking his time with the tight muscles in your calves. You felt yourself melt into the couch under his touch, too relaxed to open your eyes. He rubs the pit of your knee in slow circles before reaching up to your thighs, digging his thumbs in deep. Youâre blissed out as you feel him shift closer, moving up even further. He turns your right leg out, tickling the inside of your thigh with a feather light touch before applying more pressure. You open your eyes and heâs still watching your face. âFeel good?â he asks you. Nodding, you bite your lip at the dangerous tingle in your tummy at the feeling of him touching your sensitive inner thigh. If he noticed you biting your bottom lip â and Kento is observant he definitely noticed â he pretends not to and continues on to the other side. He is almost at the point where your thighs and torso meet and you have to use all your strength not to wriggle around at the intense pleasure building. Kento loved watching you pretend like he wasnât turning you on and he loved pretending he wasnât aware of how sensitive your thighs were. He rubbed his thumb dangerously close to your pussy lips covered by your pajama shorts multiple times, humming to himself as he worked your âsoreâ body. Trying to keep still was becoming impossible, jolting every time his digits almost went right where you needed them. âYou okay?â he asks you, his knuckle âaccidentallyâ rubbing up against your heat as he squeezed the fat of your inner thigh. When you donât respond because the only thing that would surely come out is a moan, he chirps up, âI think itâs time to run your bath.â
BF! Kento who never planned to have you soak alone. You were leaned up against him in the tub, keeping still as he ran his hands over your thighs â making sure the soaking salts made your body nice and smooth. They came up to your stomach, rubbing your skin lightly and he kissed the side of your head. âI know just how to take care of you... Hmm?â he questioned and you nodded. âThank you,â you told him and he smiled into your hair. His good little girl always used her manners. His big hands came up to your chest, massaging your breast unexpectedly. âSomething wrong?â he asks when you jump from his touch. âN-no,â you spit out.Â
BF! Kento who knows your body so well. He rubs one hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger, the other hand still squeezing the fat of your other breast. Heâs unabashedly groaning into your ear, âSo plump. Fits just right in my hand,â his lips are smiling against your ear lobe. Youâre really wiggling under his touch but he still doesnât comment on it.Â
BF! Kento who isnât even hiding the fact that his massage has turned into groping. Heâs pinching your nipple and running his hot tongue against your ear. The wet sounds of his mouth are overwhelmingly loud and incredibly sexy. His other hand is pulling apart your thighs so he can slip his knee in between yours â keeping your legs wide open. âMaybe if I play with your clit youâll feel a little better,â he ponders out loud and youâre agreeing with him. âI donât know though⊠might be a little too intense for my sick girl,â you were going to explode if he did not touch you. âNo Iâll be okay,â you promise and he clicks his tongue. âI donât know⊠Iâm not convinced it wonât be too much,â your knuckles must be white from how hard youâre gripping the tub. âIâll be fine,â you plead and it comes out desperate and needy and definitely from a girl who is feeling perfectly fine.Â
BF! Kento who makes you admit you lied about being sick just to spend time with him. Heâs not mad. He could never be mad at you. Not when youâre making those pretty noises for him. Your clit is so sensitive against the rough pad of his finger. Your moans are just whines and he goes just the right speed for you. âYouâre gonna have to make my time off worthwhile,â he sternly informs you.Â
BF! Kento who makes you take him for the rest of the day. If he was going to tend so diligently to you for your little lie, it was only fair you treated him just as well. Thatâs why after you came on his fingers in the bath, you had to ride him with no assistance. It was easy at first â you eased yourself onto his long cock while he laid back with his arms crossed behind his head. Your hands leaned against his toned stomach for support as you guided yourself up and down his length. It wasnât long before you found a good pace, dragging him against your walls and reaching the spot in you that made you dizzy. You were getting so wet watching him watch you take him all by yourself, fucking yourself with his dick. âLean back baby, wanna see it better,â he mumbled. If you werenât already blissed out it would be shocking how composed he was. You did as he asked, using your hands to prop yourself against his thighs. You pulled slowly out before sinking back down onto him, feeling his tip hit the spot inside you that could make you cry. You shook as you continued, trying hard not to cum from how good the angle felt. âNanami⊠feelsâŠtâgood like this,â you mewled. You were pouting, begging for him to be satisfied with what he saw. âJust a few more times,â he promised, âJust love to watch my cock disappear in you.âÂ
BF! Kento who scolds you when you cum again â but heâs not actually mad. He could never be mad at you. Your cunt fluttered around his cock as you came, still fucking yourself onto him to make sure you held up your end of the bargain. âK-kentooo,â you were breathless and feeling weak from your second orgasm. âI need help,â you plead. It was hard to keep up the pace he liked. âYouâre doing just fine, sweet girl,â he assured you â still not tired of watching your slick coat his cock with each drag of your hips. You continued to take him shakily, building up the same pleasure as fast as it went. His long cock hit the perfect spot in your gummy walls, tip kissing it each time you sunk down onto him. You were slowing down, allowing him to watch you take every inch of him before pulling back up for his length to reappear all shiny with your juices. You didnât want to come again but the slow pace was driving Nanami mad with want.Â
BF! Kento who decides it's time for a new position. Heâs got you trapped underneath him while youâre laid down on your stomach â back arched so he reaches right where you need him to. If he didnât remind you with every squeeze of your cunt that you were meant to make him cum â you would have completely lost yourself again. You already came twice and you were supposed to be making it up to him! You needed to be a good girl and wait your turn. âHold it,â he told you, almost like a warning. It was evil the way he pounded into you. Him and you both knew he could go for hours like this, too satisfied with the way you were squeezing him to ever want it to end. The pillow your face was in was wet with tears. âNa-Na-Miâ you said each syllable as his hips slapped into you, his body trapping yours underneath it. Your cute little cunt squeezed again at a particularly hard thrust and he pulled out to deliver a firm smack to your cheek. You cried an apology into the pillow. âI cum next,â he tells you and youâre promising him you understand. He pulls your hips off the bed and aligns himself back up with your empty pussy. âYouâre doing this for me. Youâre taking me so well because you lied,â he reminds you before easing back in. âYou donât cum again until I cum, okay? No matter how good it feels.â You hiccup, telling him youâll hold it. It wasnât out of the ordinary for him to be commanding in the bedroom but he was always so gentle with you â treating you like a princess. It was a little shocking (and incredibly hot) how dominant he was. His pace quickly matched his previous one and once again you were hyper aware of how difficult it was becoming to ignore the building pleasure. âYou were so naughty â calling me out of work,â he scolds you, relentlessly pounding your poor pussy. âGotta let your tight pussy make it up to me,â youâre apologizing into the pillow, getting drowned out by the vulgar sounds coming from your wet cunt as your bodies meet. âSheâs such a good little girl,â he coos, referring to the way your pussy is hugging his cock like a perfect little cock sleeve. Youâre sweating from the effort itâs taking you to focus on not coming undone. Especially with the way heâs talking to you.Â
BF! Kento who decides he wants needs to cum in your mouth. Youâre grinding your teeth trying to keep it inside while heâs fucking deliciously into you â and thankfully heâs starting to lose control. In between his moans heâs chastising your pretty lips for lying with such ease. âGonna have to teach that lying mouth a lesson,â he warns you, âGonna cum in your mouth.â He grabs at your face, squeezing your cheeks and turning you towards him. He pumps in your cunt a few more times before pulling out and releasing messily into your mouth and face. You donât fight it, swallowing any part that reaches your mouth.Â
BF! Kento who kisses you all over, thanking you for being so good. He checks that youâre okay and to make sure you know heâs not actually upset with you. âYou can always tell me when you need me, baby. Iâm sorry for taking so much overtime. This weekend you have me all to yourself. I promise.â You donât get to cum again but youâre okay with it. You were extremely worn out and after he cleaned you up you didnât stand a chance â falling right to sleep.
BF! Kento who knows you deserve one more orgasm. You didnât think heâd forget, did you? This time he was going to be nice and sweet. Take his time playing with your pretty little pussy. A couple hours had passed and you were still sound asleep, laying all pliant and ready for him. You were still naked from earlier so all he had to do was pull the covers back to expose your puffy lips. You looked so peaceful while you slept, your beautiful figure perfectly on display for him. He slid his finger down your slit â unsurprisingly you were not wet. He went to work just ghosting your clit, not wanting to wake you yet. He rubbed slow circles, studying your sleeping face. Your eyebrows scrunched and your nose twitched â but you were still asleep. He tested his tongue on you, taking one small kitten lick on your clit. When you didnât wake he continued his ministrations, slowly licking your nub. He was swirling his tongue, growing less hesitant as time passed. He teased his finger at your entrance, tracing along the sides before sucking lightly on your clit. You stirred a little, but you werenât quite awake yet. He pushed his forefinger in only to the first joint, continuing to suck and kiss your clit. You were whimpering, still asleep but aware of the pleasure. Your hips moved a little and your hand came up to rub your face. By the time you woke up his finger was curled deep inside you and lips attached to your nub, sucking feverously. Your hands grabbed ahold of his blonde locks, pushing his face down into you. âKento⊠f-fuck,â you cried out. He was slurping up all the arousal leaking out of you, flicking his tongue on your bud. You definitely got the orgasm you deserved.Â
BF! Kento who needs to feel your pussy one more time â and youâre too drunk on his cock to ever deny him. Heâs fucking you slowly in missionary, his eyes full of love as he watches you drool at the feeling of his long cock drag against your walls. You look so good, completely entranced and sickly in love with the way his dick stretches you perfectly. You wouldnât need any convincing in this moment to stay like this for life, trapped in by his strong body and taking his cock in any way he gives it to you. âYouâre so beautiful,â he reaches up to squeeze the fat of your rosy cheek. Heâs telling the truth when he swears he has never seen a woman so stunning. âTaking my cock like you were made for it,â you can only nod at his words. âYou were made for me? Hmm?â he asks you and youâre nodding again. He knows youâre barely all there but that only makes him more turned on. âMade to take my cum.. Fuck,â his pace is still awfully slow but youâre just happy heâs inside of you. Heâs feeling so in love with you â and stupidly pussy whipped. âCanât imagine anyone else as perfect as you,â heâs reaching down to slowly toy with your clit and youâre leaking onto the sheets. ââThis what you needed, sweet girl?â Youâre nodding. Itâs all you ever need. âGonna need my cum too?â Again youâre nodding and heâs picking up the pace little by little. Youâre arching your back, pressing your chest against his and grabbing his shoulders. Trying anything to feel close to him while he rocks back and forth into you. Your whimpers and moans only make him go faster and heâs grunting in your ear at each thrust that reaches deep inside you. âGotta make sure I get as deep as I can, baby,â he says, taking your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. Now youâre begging him to fuck you harder, the new angle reaching dangerously deep inside you. âThink this will work? This deep ânuff? âThis gonna give me a baby, hmm?â He reaches down to your clit and youâre coming at his confession. You canât think of a man more worthy of you carrying his children than Kento.Â
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Can I request Alastor x Fem!Trust Issues!Reader? I've seen quite a few fanfictions and requests where Readers were wary of Alastor, but strangely quickly began to trust him. Therefore, it seemed to me that it would be funny to see a Reader who is so distrustful of people in principle that with Alastorâs reputation this distrust reaches the point of absurdity. And when Alastor really sincerely wants to gain the Reader's trust (romantically or platonically, it doesn't matter), then it becomes a really difficult task. For example, he offers help with some little thing and the Reader immediately âwhat do you want from me.â Or when Alastor brings the Reader tea/coffee, she waits for him to drink first (she would probably insist that he pour it from the same ?teapot?). The other residents of the Hotel find this hilarious.
This is such a fun prompt, especially under the assumption Alastor loves nothing more than a good chase during a hunt. đ
Like Glass (Alastor x Fem!TrustIssues!Reader)
Four months. Thatâs how long it took for you to finally take Charlie up on her offer of the possibility of redemption. The chance to get to Heaven seemed like a pipe dream but after a few very long talks and persuasions, you now held a key to your own room in the hotel.Â
You try to keep to yourself and most seem to respect that. Youâre left alone unless something is needed for one of Charlieâs exercises. You even specifically requested that Nifty didnât bother coming to your room to clean. The less people in your space the better.Â
Charlie has such a big heart but that leads to her choosing to trust even the most despicable characters. She has even trusted and allowed the Radio Demon to live under the same roof. Youâve heard all the stories, all the theories of why he was really there under the ruse of âhelpingâ her. You didnât buy it one bit.Â
Just the other day you were trying to hang some banners the crew had made during an activity. Your ladder was rickety but unfortunately it was the only way to reach the beams. Pained grunts filled the room from you trying to stand on your tiptoes while maintaining some sense of balance.
âAllow me to help, dear. Would hate to see you fall.â A staticky voice called from below you. âNo thank you - IâŠ.am almostâŠdone - shit!â the ladder shifted and almost threw you off. Alastor stabilized it with ease. âSee, it is a good thing Iâm here!â he yelled smugly. At this point you would rather fall than allow him to hold your life in his hands. âYouâre a busy man Alastor. Hey Husk? Mind helping -â
âNope, looks like Al has it covered.â he teased from behind the bar, relishing in your uneasy tone. You shot daggers, both angry and begging for the cat to just help you instead of Alastor. You made the last tie in the banner and swiftly came down to more solid ground. âThanks I guess. I had it though.â you said through gritted teeth, avoiding making eye contact and rushing out of the room. Had you looked back you would have seen Husk laughing at how irate Alastor suddenly became.
Now tonight, Nifty was kind enough to serve everyone one of her more popular dinners. It was a simple dish yet as usual, you waited for everyone to nearly clear their plates before digging into it yourself. You might have been starving but you could never be too careful. We are all in Hell for a reason. Could anyone be truly trusted?
âMy dear, dig in! Before it gets cold!â Alastorâs voice chirped from across the table. You glare at the toothy grinned demon, âI just like to ensure everyone is enjoying before digging in myself. Appreciate the concern though.â You try to seem pleasant but your voice always seems to drip with disdain when speaking to him, âWhy are you so worried? Did you help in preparing the meal?âÂ
He chuckles, âI try to keep out of the kitchen when Nifty cooks but she did require a few extra hands -â You involuntarily choke and spit out the bite you had just taken. Angel and Husk also choke though itâs to hold back laughter. You sneer at their amusement. Alastorâs face twists with confusion, âIs everything alright?â
âOh uhm Iâm suddenly not that hungry. Must be coming down with something. Excuse me.â You excuse yourself from the table and make your way to the library. Reading was always something that could busy your mind and right now you needed a distraction from both your growling stomach and Alastorâs attempt to help once again. Heâd been making an uncomfortable effort to help you in any way he could and in your mind, that could only mean he wanted something from you.
Not many residents used the hotel library which was great for you. But of course, there was always someone who enjoyed breaking your solitude. The sound of footsteps pulls your eyes off your current page, âWhat do I owe the visit?â you snap over your book.Â
Alastor strides over with a serving tray carrying a tea set. âWell I saw just how horrible you looked at dinner and figured some peppermint tea might help whatever ailment youâre suffering from.â He sets the tray on the table in front of you but you donât move a muscle. âSince when do you care if someone isnât feeling well?â you cock an eyebrow at him.Â
He hums as he pours two cups of tea, taking one for himself and offering you the other, âWhat? Can I not offer a fellow resident a nice cup of tea?â
âNope. What do you want?â you continue to stare at the cup in his hand. His eye twitches, trying to hold back his annoyance, âWhy do you insist on rejecting any of my pleasantries?â
You slam your book closed, âYouâre wondering why I do not want help of any sort from one of Hellâs most vile Overlords?â He sets down your cup and sits across from you. You didnât want company but it's too late now.
âMs. Morningstar trusts me with ensuring the safety of this hotel yet you cannot even take a cup of tea youâve watched me both pour and drink myself. Other than what stories youâve heard, what have I done to you to make you so cold towards me?â His eyes burn into you, eager for an answer. Although with his tone, you could only assume he knew exactly why you didnât trust him.Â
You sigh as you pick up the cup he offered. You swirl it in an attempt to examine if it looks or smells odd before hesitantly taking a small sip for yourself. âHave you ever been betrayed Alastor? By a friend? By someone you loved? Because I have. Itâs how I died and how I ended up here.âÂ
His smile falters slightly, corners curving down before returning to their usual wide grin, âTrust is like glass, once broken it isnât easy to fix nor will ever be the same. I admire how guarded you try to be.â
You scoff, âIf it is so admirable then why bother trying so hard to earn my trust? Unless it just kills your ego that someone can see you for who you truly are -â
The cup he holds suddenly shatters under his tightening grip, âWatch your tone, dear. Iâve been nothing but amicable with you. I expect the same in return.â his voice drops with static filling the air. You canât help but smirk at how quickly youâve managed to get under his skin.
âOoooh so it is an ego thing? Duly noted.â you bite and finish off your cup. As you stand you see Alastorâs eyes shift to black dials, his mind clearly spiraling. On your way to the door you brush a teasing hand across his shoulder, âTea was wonderful by the way. Iâm feeling better already!â Your coy laughter echoes through the library as you leave but the sounds of Alastorâs demon form drown it out.
He snarls over his shoulder to you, âDonât act so smug darling. Iâll get you to trust me one day.â
âGood luck!â You chirp walking out the door, unaware of the challenge you just put into place for the Radio Demon.Â
He was going to have you one way or another. It was only a matter of time and patience, two things he had plenty of when it came to getting what he wanted. You.
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MHA CHARACTERS TYPES IN WOMEN
#1 Katsuki Bakugou
KATSUKI BAKUGOU - PHYSICAL
He likes his women tall and strong (with a scary similar demeanor to his mother đ). I'm talking 5'6 and up, might feel weird about dating someone taller than him, but the more the merrierâïž (I also bc he gets to be around 5'10 to 6ft whenever he finally finishes growing) đ
He FOR SURE fw chubby girls, like a lifter kind of chubby... Someone strong and with muscle but something on their bones other than skin yk?
For some this is unfortunate, be he would NEVER date a blonde đ He thinks it's creepy cuz he feels weird about dating someone blonde considering his mom's blonde too đ He wouldn't mind a darker, more honey blonde than anything, though đ
He LOVES freckles and moles đ He questioned his sanity given Izuku has freckles whenever he found out he liked them, but always tries to keep it out of his mind cuz he'll get the heebie-jeebies again đ despite the intrusive thoughts, he loves to kiss them and point out how pretty they are everytime he gets the chance đ€
He def has a thing for strong legs and a nice ass đ BROS FS AN ASS MAN đ Loves just hugging you from behind and grabbing it, not even to be a perv it's just comforting in a weird way đđ
He fw hips to đđ something to squeeze and kiss on when he's yk đ¶âđ«ïž "downtown" đ¶âđ«ïž following this he likes stretch marks too, rubbing them feeling the difference in texture on your skin đ€§
Going back to the strong legs đ (and a lil on the chubby stuff) HE FW HEAVY ON THICK ANKLES it's so strange to him and makes him question whether he's sane or not, but he loves it. FS the weirdest thing he find attractive đ«Ą
He also appreciates some skull crushers đ Doesn't even have to be all muscles, just something squishy that's too big for his hand to wrap all the way around đ
LOVES A BROWN EYED BADDIE âŒïž He loves the look of doe eyes staring up at him but the second your face relaxes and you look like a cold stone bitch he twitches a lil đ€ (if yk what I mean) He can't get the gojo meme out of his head and gets the heebie-jeebies when looking into someone's blue eyes đđ (monoma freaks him out))
KATSUKI BAKUGOU - MENTAL
You know how he didn't hold back on Uraraka? đ Yeah, he likes women who can hold their own against him and honestly that's all he asks for. Ofc he has other standards but something about a strong woman who's just as hard headed as him, really gets him going đ
Given he's had to calm down since the war, he appreciates a little bit of feist in his partner, but also a side of them that can be sweet and just as doting as he is đ€
One of the main points of the people he takes interest in, are that they feel safe around him. đ«¶He wants someone who will just fall in his arms at the end of a long day ranting on about work into his neck as he just sits there and listens đč (occasionally chiming in on your coworkers you don't like đ )...
KATSUKI BAKUGOU - RANDOMS
He fucks with MUSICIANS HEAVVYYYYY đžđ¶ You gonna bust out the guitar and strum along to his crazy good beats? HELL YEAHâŒïž Maybe some bass to back him up? FUCK YEAHâŒïž Gonna pull out your own sticks and out drum him?? DOUBLE FUCK YEAH âŒïžMaybe even the clarinet to impress his dad? Hell. Motherfucking. Yeah. Any instrument and he's automatically impressed, he's learned from playing the drums just how much dedication and hard work goes into learning so he truly appreciates it đ
LOVES FOODIES âŒïž "Hey babe I was thinking of trying that new katsu-" "You don't even have to ask" he replied dragging you to the car. He loves when people eat his food and compliment him on it (although he'll never admit it) so a GF WHO DOES THAT? SIGN HIM UP. đ
Low-key fucks with shy girls đ He loves outgoingness, don't get me wrong, but whenever they're behind closed doors and his gf gets all shy and scared to look into his eyes he practically melts (the thought of knowing that his gf feels the EXACT same way as him makes him puddy in your hands) đ
PHYSICAL TOUCH âŒïžGIFT GIVING âŒïž QUALITY TIME âŒïž HIS WEAKNESSES âŒïžâŒïžWhen he can't find the words to tell you how he feels he'll use these to his advantage, hugging you from behind kissing your neck, bringing a lil Stuffie home for you when he knows your down, or just sitting in silence with your favorite TV show on đđ All that matters is that hes close to you or in your arms making you feel good when you otherwise cant đ«¶
THAT'S IT THANKYOU BYYEE đ«¶đ«¶
these are some head cannons for da best boi bakugou bc he's been my fav character for 6 years and what better way to celebrate than curate a list of my fav head cannons for him đ«¶
(lemme know who I should do next đ)
OKAY NOW ACTUALLY BYE BYEEE đđ
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The Dancer [FA14 smau]
Fernando Alonoso x dancer!reader
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Summary: Few months after, everybody laughs when they remember the rumors about Fernando Alonso and Taylor Swift dating. Would they laugh though if they new it maybe wasn't so far from truth as it may seem? Well, one thing's for sure - Y/N and Fernando will laugh very much while soft launching their relationship... and confusing everyone with swiftie content thanks to her job.
Warnings: Maybe wrong dates and timeline of The Eras Tour, but whatever XD.
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fernandoalo_oficial I was taken by the view like we were in Paris... romance is not dead.
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user1 i dont think my brain can comprehend so many things all at onceđš
user2 right? I'M IN SHOCK
user3 fr fernando wants to give us a heart attackđ
lilymhe I see what you did here...
alex_albon I indeed see what he did here too...đ
user4 guys tell us what he did pls I'm begging youuuu
user5 Alonso soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card
user6 him soft launching with TAYLOR SWIFT wasn't on MY bingo card đ
user7 How he's suddenly so hot in the first pic? Like damn sir okayđ«ą
user8 girlfriend effect is real y'all
georgerussell63 Mate you can't do that to me, I just woke up đ§
user8 lmfao princess georgie is as confused as we are xd
fernandoalo_oficial sorry mate, don't get wrinklesđ€
gerogerussell63 What even is that choice of emoji?
fernandoalo_oficial well, someone is original with an emoji and someone is original with a pose... choice is yours đ
georgerussell63 Stop it's been almost a year đ
user9 not them bullying each otherđ
user10 Yeah the duo we didn't know we needed
user11 I saw the first picture and almost spat out my drink in shock of such a hot photo of Nando. Then I swiped and literally choked on it because the last think I'd ever expect from his photo dump is a soft lunch of some baddie girlđ«Ł
user12 I am delusional for thinking Taylonso could still have a chance, aren't I?
user13 well i mean you basically answered it yourself so... yeah XD
user14 OMG WHAAAAAATđ±
user15 oh no Fernando is not single anymoređ
user16 I think I accidentally teleported into some alternative universe... what is thiiiis?
user17 REAL
user18 fuck me this man seriously used lyrics from paris by tsđ
user19 Idk why but I kinda like this new side of Fernandođ»
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yourusername crazy performance, even crazier night out and the most crazy training the day after... I call that the life of a dancerđ»đ also my head and heart did go vroom vroom after the second pic
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taylorswift I call that the eras tour life!đ
yourusername yes ma'am!
user1 damn she got our queen Taylor replying to her posts... how does it feel to live my dream?!đ
yourusername amazing! đ„°
user2 such a shame my mum didn't force me to try dancing when I was little... I could have been at podium next to Taylor Swift right now đ
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user3 You are such a good dancer, the shows wouldn't be the same without you Y/N!
yourusername omg thank u sm I really appreciate that!!đ„č
user4 sooo... are we gonna just ignore Fernando in the likes or what???
user5 THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO SAY
user6 fr I need some crazy detective from twitter to figure this outđ«
carmenmmundt Hey, could you give me and lilymhe vip tickets...?
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Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope you liked it! I'm not sure you should get used to me posting so often, but let's say that after Lance's social media au and the great feedback I had so much motivation... plus I'm sick, so I actually have the time to write and create XD. Anyway, I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblog and every other way of showing support! Have a great day and let me know how you liked Nando and swiftie dancer together!
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You and I | On Call
part iv
summary: frankie has one last question.
pairing: neighbour!frankie morales x f!reader
ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. dual pov. idiots in love, reader is good with kids. reader and frankie are both bi and have same sex exes. fluff, drinking. praise kink. the boys (minus tom). SMUT! fingering, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected p in v. cum kink? creampie. frankie retains the title of pek đ
reader is a teacher, has hair, and can be lifted by frankie (he's a big strong boy, don't worry about it) but she is otherwise a blank slate.
wc: 10.8k
an: well, here we are gang. thank you for joining me and for all your sweet words. i've been so awful with reblogging your kindness on this little thing because of how busy i was when i wrote most of it, but i want you to know i appreciate it so much. i've loved sharing these two with you - it's been a privilege <3
shoutout to @jolapeno for helping me with the chapter name, and for very gently reminding me that 20k chapters probably should be split đ love you <3
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When he wakes, itâs well past twelve.Â
Nine hours which he imagines he probably needed, but really it puts him two hours behind.
He showers and dresses in a rush, running out the door to his truck, but still taking the time to register that your curtains have remained closed. It makes him smile, knowing youâre likely still tucked up in bed, your stories about the night before resting before they make their way to him.
He practically sprints around the supermarket, grabbing anything that even vaguely crosses his mind as something he might need. Meat, bread, salads of sorts, sauces, soft drinks, beers. He picks up your favourite dessert just in case, and then hauls the bags back to the truck, keeping a nervous eye on the time as his fingers tap against the steering wheel.Â
Will and Benny are already there when he gets home. Grinning, leaning against Willâs car as he pulls into the driveway.
Thereâs a sharp pull of joy in his chest even as Will laughs out a âYouâre late, Fishâ, pounding his back as he pulls him into a hug.
âCanât be late to my own fuckinâ house.â He grumbles back, pulling Benny in in the same way.
âCan, and you are.â The younger man laughs.Â
âThought you might be out with your lady.â Will teases, and Frankie flushes right to the tips of his ears.Â
âSheâs still asleep.â He says without thinking, a smile pulling at his lips. Itâs comical, really, the way the two men freeze and look at each other. âHelp me with these bags, will you?â
The brothers remain unmoving, staring at him with some degree of bewilderment.
âStill asleep?â
Frankie sighs, a little exasperated.
âYeah. She was out last night.â
Willâs eyes wander to Frankieâs bedroom window just as Bennyâs mouth begins to form a question. The realisation dawns quickly.
âNot in my bed,â he scowls, âNext door.â
âOh.â
He turns his back on them, heading to his front door, arms laden with groceries. A nervous, giddy feeling swirls in his stomach.
âHad us going for a minute there, Fish.â Will calls after him. Frankie bites his lip against the memories of you in your living room, the desperate kisses youâve shared since. He feels like a teenager, on the verge of spilling secrets like heâs at a sleepover.
He hums instead, flicking a glance over his shoulder to see Benny grab more stuff from the back of the truck. He grunts and grimaces under the weight, shooting a look at Frankie.
âWhat do you have in here? Are we feeding the five thousand?â
Will laughs, loading his own hands with bags, tutting at his little brother.
âArenât you supposed to be the athlete here?â
Benny drops one bag just to give him the finger.
âThis is my rest day, motherfucker.âÂ
He groans again as he picks the bag back up, Frankie laughing along with Will.
âLift with your knees, not with your back!â He shouts.
âQuit telling me what to do, asshole!â Benny hollers, the older men still chuckling as he shoulders the front door open.Â
Santiago arrives not too long after, setting up the last of the food - the salads out on the table, more beers in the fridge. Theyâve all clocked Frankie checking his watch, checking his phone, your text that youâd be over in the next five minutes burning a fucking hole in his pocket.
Heâs nervous. And they can tell.
He has the distinct impression heâs being cornered when they all turn to look at him at the same time as he fiddles with the burner on the grill. It feels ridiculous - this desire for everything to be perfect. Youâve seen him in all of his less-than-perfect moments, have never shied away. But this - today - feels different.
Pope leads the offence.
âHowâs your girl then, Fish?â
Frankieâs heart drops low in his chest before thumping hard behind his ribs, a hand coming up to try and wipe the sudden smile from his lips. He tries a gruff tone, failing miserably as soon as he speaks.
âSheâs not my girl.â
Will whistles lowly, smirking.
âStill? We gonna have to smush you together like Barbies?â
Benny snorts, and Frankie shoots him a look which immediately makes him straighten and soften.
âWe wonât. They wonât. Scoutâs honour.â
Santi takes a pull from his beer, a glint in his eye.
âNo progress at all?â He probes.
Frankie takes a deep breath, eyes lowered to the floor before finding the deep brown of his best friend.
âWeâre⊠seeing each other.â He murmurs, this time unable to hide his smile, hand scratching at the back of his head.
Silence. Quiet that puts Frankie even more on edge as he watches his friends exchange looks, as a slow smile tilts the corners of Bennyâs lips.
âWell - thatâs an improvement.â Will grins.
âA marked improvement.â Santi agrees.
âSo you told her how you feel?â Benny asks, eyebrows raised.
Frankie sucks air through his teeth, clears his throat. His face grows warm, fingers twitch a little.
âNot quite -â
Will barks a laugh.Â
âMorales, you dog.â Followed by the deep rumbles of amusement from the other two men.
âOh, the tried and true manoeuvre - the Catfish Canoodle.â Benny snickers.
âThe Morales Marathon.â Will adds, tilting his bottle to him. Pope is next, grinning lasciviously.
âThe good old Five Finger Fish Fu-â
âFrankie?â You call from inside the kitchen, âI have beers, but thereâs no room in the fridge -â
You pop your head round the backdoor, beaming immediately when you catch sight of the men in the garden.
âOh! Hi,â you say brightly, emerging fully. Frankieâs heart stutters. Youâre wearing that sundress he remembers - hasnât been able to forget - from when he mowed your lawn weeks ago. Gorgeous, the way it drapes over your curves, the way it lets your skin glisten in the afternoon light. He feels his shoulders drop, his whole body relax. Feels the way he goes a little weak at the knees, knows heâll be looking lovesick in front of the boys. And he doesnât care.
âSorry Iâm a little late,â you say, hopping down the porch steps towards them, âI wish I had a good excuse, but I just - donât.âÂ
Benny laughs, moving with Will and Santi to greet you. Frankie just about catches the look Santiago throws him, a sweet holy shit, brother.
âAh, the elusive neighbour. We were starting to think heâd made you up.â Pope says, matching your smile. You giggle, arms outstretched as he reaches you.
âFunny,â you smirk, âI was thinking of not turning up just to prove you right.â
He laughs as he releases you, Benny sweeping you into his arms and planting a kiss on your cheek.
âEven more beautiful than he said you were,â he says, and Frankie watches your eyebrows shoot up as you fix him with an oh, really? look. His heart drops to his stomach, neck grinding in an effort to shake his head before a shit-eating grin splits across your face.Â
âI had no idea he was so - complimentary - behind my back.â You laugh against Willâs shoulder as he spins you around.
âOh, he is,â he chuckles, placing you gently down with your back to Frankie. Frankie glowers at him half-heartedly as Will winks back, and the dark-haired man raises a finger, mouthing at him to shut - the fuck - up. âFeels like weâve known you for ages.â Will continues.
You turn, planting your hands on your hips, cocking your head at Frankie.
âJust canât stop talking about me, huh, Fish?â You tease, and Frankie huffs as he pulls you in for a lingering hug, wondering if itâs too much to kiss you in front of his friends.
âGuess not.â He whispers into your ear.
Youâre biting your lip as you pull away from him, hands lingering on his shoulders as his stall on your waist.
Will clears his throat.Â
âYou gonna introduce us then, Morales?â
Frankie rolls his eyes at him as he turns you around, hands at your hips, pointing a finger at each friend.
âWilliam Miller,â he says, as Will pulls a face - just Will is fine - âBenjamin Miller,â - Benny, please - âAnd Santiago Garcia.â
âIâm only Santiago when Iâm in trouble,â Which is most of the time, Benny laughs. âSanti is much better.â
You grin as you give them your name, and Will nudges your arm with his elbow.
âI thought we were on Bug terms.â
You laugh, batting his arm.
âYou can call me Bug if you really want to.â
Benny shrugs, squinting his baby blues at you.
âMaybe,â he grins, âBut your name suits you. Itâs pretty. I like it.â
Frankie rolls his eyes again, squeezing your waist against the flicker of possessiveness that rises in his gut. Itâs nothing more than teasing, kindness - something theyâve almost always extended to partners welcomed into the fold. But heâs not blind - theyâre a handsome group, and he wants you to himself.
âYou gotta stop that,â you giggle, âBefore I wanna hang out with you guys all the time.â
Will throws a gentle arm around your shoulder, leaning back to wink at Frankie.
âHear that, Fish?â He chuckles, âSheâs in.â
He groans.
âItâs not too late to back out,â he murmurs lowly in your ear, âThough weâve got a fuckton of food.â
His heart leaps as he feels your fingers reach for his, tangling briefly before squeezing.Â
âIâm stayinâ,â you promise, as Will moves around you to turn the grill on. âYou guys put on a hell of a spread, anyway.â
From behind, Will claps a hand on Frankieâs shoulder, shunting the younger man forward a little.
âThat would all be Fish. Must be a special occasion.â He smirks, and Frankie looks up to the heavens to try and stop his wish for the ground to swallow him up.
âSure is,â you smile, âFeelinâ pretty lucky to be meeting you guys.â
âPleasure's all ours, kid.â He grins.
Frankie smiles softly at you, brown eyes filled with something warm.
âWant a drink?â He asks.
You smack your lips, hand grabbing at your throat.
âPlease, Fish,â you gasp, âIâm parched.â
The screen door has barely shut behind you before he has you backed against his kitchen counter again, stealing kisses like youâre about to get caught.
His lips are slow, sweet, hands so lazy, so indulgent in the way they hold you youâre not sure itâs really happening, like itâs the most natural thing in the world. He crowds you a little closer, licking into your mouth as he fists the skirt of your dress, palming at your ass. You barely manage to catch your breath before heâs mouthing at your neck, nipping at the skin there as you huff against him.Â
âGood time last night?â he breathes against your shoulder. You nod, eyes shut tight.
âYes,â you gasp, âReally good time.â
âGood,â he murmurs, âIâm glad.â
You moan softly as he grips your hips, pulling you up against his thigh. Thereâs a thrill to it, knowing the boys are just outside. It makes your blood run hotter. Dangerously hot - no-turning-back hot.
âShould get back outside. Before they wonder where weâve gone.â
âDonât care,â Frankie rasps, tugging at your dress again, âThis fucking dress drives me insane.â
You nip at his bottom lip as his mouth meets yours again.
âYouâre driving me fucking insane,â you gasp, lips tipping upwards, âIn your kitchen, humping your leg like a dog in heat -â
He groans against you, forehead knocking against yours as he breathes heavily.
His eyes are almost black, palms warm and rough as they cradle your cheeks.
âOnce they leave,â he whispers, âWeâre spending a week in my bedroom. Or yours. I donât care which.â
A whimper slips up your throat, mouth pressed hotly against his again as you start to count how many hours until it might be acceptable to drag him away. One hand slips from your cheek to your waist, inching up until he can squeeze at your breast, running a thumb over your nipple. You shudder, whole body ignited.Â
âFuck.â He breathes.
âFrankie -â
âHey! Lover boy,â Pope whistles from behind the screen door. You leap apart at the sound of his footsteps on the porch. âHope youâre decent in there, Iâm coming in -â
Santi appears, grinning widely as he pushes his way into the kitchen. He shields the side of his face facing you with a hand. âIâm not looking,â he says, âBut weâre gonna get grilling.â
âWeâre not naked, Pope.â Frankie says, bemused. You giggle as Santi drops his hand.
âThank God,â he sighs, before fixing you with a look, âIâve seen enough of this manâs ass to last me a lifetime.â
Heâd hoped it would be easy, knew that theyâd love you. But heâs never seen these three men take to someone the way they have you.
He smiles as you stand with Will at the grill, watches the brotherly affection develop in real time. The soft smack of your palm against the older manâs shoulder, snorts of laughter, whispered jokes and more serious stories swapped. Frankie relaxes into it more and more, gazing at you over Bennyâs shoulder.Â
When he brings more food over to cook, Will stays stood by his side as you take his place with Benny and Santiago. The three of you huddled around the crackling firepit, hooting with laughter. He catches his own name a few times, turns to find you watching him with shining eyes as Pope and the younger Miller brother no doubt regale you with embarrassing stories from his youth. Things he hasnât thought to tell you, things he may well have forgotten. And you fill a chair so easily, so effortlessly, itâs like youâve always been there.
Clinks of cheersing bottles, conspiratorial shoulder bumps, lowered heads and loud exclamations and giggles. He feels like heâs in a fucking coming of age movie.
âSheâs a keeper, brother,â Will murmurs to him over the lip of his beer bottle. He turns to him, a little surprised, but Will looks so at ease, so content with his little smile, that he knows thereâs no bullshit there. âFuckinâ funny. And smart as hell.â
Frankie hums, busying himself with flipping a burger. His hands are a little shaky - even after everything thatâs happened over the last week, thereâs still something thatâs keeping him unsteady. The rock of a world turned on its axis, the deep want of willing this to work - because he loves you. So fucking much.
âDonât go all shy on me now, Fish.â Will says, turning with him so his back is to you.
ââM not.â Frankie says, softly. Will sucks a breath through his teeth, squinting up at the sun just over the roofline of your house.
âDo you remember what I was like when I first met Charlotte?â
Frankie looks at him - the beard, the hair pulled back, the clear blue of his eyes. He nods.
âAnd the way you wound me up? How I was always looking for her, always checking for her? And at the end of the night, you asked when I was buying the ring?â
Frankie chuckles at the memory, the comment made stood at the bar with his best friend, manifesting the future heâd have. The ring that now sits on Charlotteâs finger, the wedding planned for the end of the year.
âI do.â
Will looks back at him, teeth exposed with his smile. Teasing, full of humour, but itâs genuine, not goading.
âWhen are you buying the ring, Frankie?â
Blood rushes to his head so fast he feels dizzy, so fast he has to put the tongs down. He scoffs, the way it sounds out loud so outlandish, but something pierces deep through his chest at how clearly Will sees through him.
Because heâs thought about it.
He shakes his head, swallowing roughly. Thereâs nothing he can say. Anything like not even my girlfriend yet would sound like a denial. But admitting it, that secret thought, even to Will, feels insane.
Heâs still grinning at him.
âI know it when I see it, Fish,â Will continues, âAnd I know what youâre thinking.â He pauses, shrugs. âBring her to the wedding. She might catch the bouquet.âÂ
He canât move. Canât turn to look at you, heâs sure his cheeks are burning so brightly. Canât even twist his head when Benny calls,
âAre you done grilling over there? Weâre starving.â
He canât stop thinking about it. Can't stop his whirring brain as the five of you eat, passing sauces and salads. Canât stop thinking about a future, a life with you as you sit across the table from him, meeting his eye, chatting, laughing. Canât stop the thoughts from ploughing through him as your foot catches his under the table, can hardly swallow his burger against the words lumping in his throat. Canât stop the pounding of his heart when he catches you gazing at him halfway through a story, chin cupped in your hand, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars - canât stop wondering whether youâve ever pictured the same.Â
Heâs barely snapped out of it when the plates are stacked and carried through to the kitchen, bits of salad and smudges of sauce halfway cleared up before you pile outside again, Will and Santi jostling over the chair free from the smoke of the firepit. You walk with him and Benny, the younger man listening to you talk with such interest, such fondness already, that Frankie wonders whether heâs too young to have a heart attack.Â
Heâs only pulled from the conversation by the crack of broken furniture, the three of you stopping short and quiet as Will wheezes, sprawled on the ground atop the remnants of the coveted chair. He holds a hand up in the air, craning his neck at Frankie.
âHis fault,â he croaks, pointing at Santi, who holds his palms up in surrender.Â
âNot my fault that heâs so heavy.â
You trap a giggle between your teeth and bottom lip as Frankie and Benny start to laugh, Will scrambling to his feet with the help of Frankieâs outstretched hand.Â
âSantiago.â Benny snickers, and your bright eyes find Frankieâs.
âWell. Now you are in trouble.â
Frankie grins, fixing Santi with a faux stern look.
âIn so much trouble youâre gonna have to sit on the floor.â He chuckles, and Pope pouts.
âMy knees will never recover, Fish, and you know that.â
He shrugs, settling into a chair at the same time as Benny and Will. You stay standing, warring silently with yourself before you gesture to the empty seat for Santi to take.Â
âItâs yours,â you smile, nervous as you turn to Frankie. âIs this seat taken?â You ask, looking pointedly at his lap.
His eyes blow wide for a second, breath caught in his chest. Unsure, for a moment, of your meaning, ready to give the chair up for you. You raise an eyebrow, palm lowering gently onto his shoulder.
âNo.â He rasps, blissfully unaware of Willâs smirk.
âGood.â You say, lowering yourself onto his thighs, an arm around his shoulders, his around your back, hand at your hip. He swings your legs over his without thinking, and you settle, limbs tense at first, before shuffling a little to get comfortable.
To their credit, the boys donât make it a thing. They continue the conversation as normal as the two of you join in, wrapped up together, crowing with laughter as your bodies vibrate against each other.Â
You hold each other closer as the evening wears on. Head resting against his chest, nuzzled against the fabric of his t-shirt. Laundry detergent, light scent of cologne, the warmth of his skin. His hands are broad and calloused where they cradle you, so easily - never a limb falling slack, never goosebumps that go unsoothed. He rubs his thumb against your thigh in soft semi-circles, leans his cheek against the top of your head, breathing in your shampoo.Â
Lets himself be warmed by the pressure of your body against his, willfully ignores his cock when it twitches hopefully as you shift. Which is hard, as you begin to shift more and more the later it gets, the hotter you burn above him. And as hard as you try, you just canât keep still. Canât stop trying to find relief for the ache in your core, the wetness pooling in your underwear.Â
He finally grips your hips against a particularly wicked wriggle, head dipping to growl in your ear.
âStop, baby. Please.â And it works for a moment - only a moment - as youâre frozen by the flashbacks of him unravelling beneath you eight days ago. Eight days too long.
As though heâs read the shift in atmosphere, Will stands and stretches.
âIâm heading in,â he says, rolling his head on his shoulders. âThe spare room calls.â
You stand, reluctantly, and Frankie is quick to readjust himself as inconspicuously as possible. Will gives you a sweeping hug, kissing just before your ear as you say a muffled see you tomorrow into his shoulder. Frankie takes his outstretched hand, pulling him into a back-clapping embrace of sorts, and when he pulls away heâs surprised to see Benny and Pope also bidding you goodnight. He checks his watch.Â
Itâs not even eleven.
His eyes twitch from you to the boys as he works out whether youâre heading back to yours, too.
Santi catches the look, slapping a hand onto his shoulder as he whispers a do not come back into this house, pendejo. He looks over your shoulder at Benny as Will makes you giggle again, and is met with the firm waggle of a finger.
Stay, he mouths.
Fuck you, Frankie mouths back, watching their backs retreat into his house.Â
The backyard falls quiet, only the snap of logs in the fire, the buzzing of insects, and the rush of blood in his ears to be heard.
You turn, facing him in the dark, half your face lit by the dying embers of the fire pit.Â
âAre you - are you tired?â He asks softly, afraid of disturbing the hushed moment.
âNo,â you whisper, âAre you?â
He shakes his head, swallowing thickly.
âNo.â
You nod, gentle smile pulling at your lips.
âGood.â
You step towards him, slowly, like something out of a dream. Glowing in the low light, sparkling with something divine.
You cup his cheeks with both hands, press your body in a firm line against his, hoping to convey exactly what you mean through the touch. Affection, of course, love, adoration - everything youâve been planning on giving him over the last week, but now, more pressingly - want. Pure, unadulterated want.Â
You tip your head to slant your mouth against his, hot, heavy, teeth clashing at the initial meeting, breath mingling, tongues licking into each othersâ mouths. You tug at the back of his neck, hand buried in the soft curls there, yanking his head back a little to open his mouth up to you. You let go. Lips suckling at his tongue, teeth nibbling at the pillow of his lower lip. Further. Pecking at the scruff of his jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck. Nipping, raising red on his skin, before soothing it with a tortuously slow lick of your tongue.
Your breathing is so heavy, hands so feverish, you lose the sense of where you end and he begins. Feel fingers scrabbling for purchase, bruising grips, on you and him. One scorching palm runs the length of your dress down to the top of your thigh, grabbing at the flesh there. You shift your stance, moaning into his mouth, finding that hand with your own, moving it closer to that burning place between your legs. Frankie follows your lead.
You press his hand up, and his knuckles graze along the sodden fabric of your panties, lips falling away from his as you whine and he groans. Youâre soaked, wetter still as he runs the length of his fingers up and down the material clinging to your pussy, feeling the bite of your teeth as you try to muffle yourself against his collarbone.Â
He shushes you, coos at you, pressing a particularly firm stroke against your cunt that makes your legs shake as he asks you -
âYou gonna let me feel it, baby?â
You gasp against his mouth, nodding feverishly. He chuckles, slowing the pace of his kiss so he can really focus on how soft, how warm and wet you are as he pulls your panties to the side with deft fingers, slicking them up before swirling them around your clit. A stuttered breath escapes you, cutting off into a loud, unabashed moan as he slowly, slowly fucks his fingers into you. He sinks right down to the bottom knuckle, kisses forgotten as he breathes raggedly against your cheek, feeling you clench and whimper around him. He curls them slightly, and your knees practically buckle, stomach contracting, hands grasping at his shirt.
âFrankie,â you plead, almost losing your train of thought as he plants a kiss just behind your ear. âTake me to bed.â
He pumps his fingers, once, runs his thumb softly over your clit before withdrawing them altogether, mouth slanted firmly against yours, stifling your whine. You stumble a little, pulling at the collar of his shirt for him to move with you before pausing briefly, watching as he brings his fingers to his lips. He slips them deep inside, groaning around them, eyelids fluttering as he takes in the taste of you. Your breathing is heavy as he slips them from his mouth, offering them to you. You take them willingly, bobbing your head to feel how thick and heavy his fingers are on your tongue, the taste of your slick diluted with his spit making your mouth water. He stares as you flick the muscle between and around his digits, brow furrowed, eyes dark, before he retracts them. You frown at him, and he licks into your mouth with such ferocity youâre quick to forget your disappointment.Â
âYours. Now.â He murmurs, and then youâre grinning, running. Sprinting over his lawn, hopping the fence on unsteady legs, striding towards your porch. You slam up the steps, glancing behind you only once to watch him follow you. Giddy with want, warm all over, soaking wet, you can't help but look for him.
For the first time since you moved next door, Frankie willingly hops the fence.Â
He catches up to you before you can get the front door open, clutching your hip, turning the handle with the other. He backs you into the hallway, kicking the door shut behind him, shoes toed off blindly. Thereâs no reprieve from his lips, no other thought than his hands on your body, guiding you into your living room, hips bumping into furniture, deaf to the clatter of objects falling - not a single fuck given over what - one hand - whose, youâre not sure - flying out to flick a lamp on before heâs crushing you against the sofa.Â
Calves to the furniture, you fall, and he follows you - two hands braced either side of your head before returning to their homes on your cheek, your waist, your breasts. Palming at the flesh there, kneading, thumbing over your nipples. Youâre gasping, rolling your hips in hopes youâll catch against something, because heâs everywhere, only to come up empty every time. He lowers both hands, tongue running strongly against yours. One shifts your hips, the other pressing against your panties again.
âLet me taste you,â he groans, voice hoarse, âPlease, baby. I have to - let me taste you.â
You nod fiercely, tugging on his curls again, mumbling a fuck, Frankie, yes, before he pulls away. His lips are spit-slick, swollen, cheeks flushed. Breathing haggard, eyes blown, curls frayed. He looks almost how he did a week ago.Â
He holds your gaze for a moment, searching again, letting the question float through the air. You nod, softly, and he begins his descent.Â
His lips are wet against your skin, leaving shining marks as he presses them to your clavicles, your breastbone, closing them around your covered nipples. He mouths at them, tongue dampening the fabric of your dress, warming, cooling, the fabric sticking to you in a way that makes your back arch. He works one with his fingers while his mouth is occupied, teasing them into peaks as you whimper and buck your hips beneath him. He watches you darkly, eyes heavy lidded, eyelashes almost fanned against his cheeks. And you ache. Ache so badly, so unforgivably. You can feel how wet you are - panties soaked, dampness all the way down into the cleft of your ass, smudging along the tops of your thighs. He waits until you whine again, louder, higher pitched, nails scraping in his curls, against his scalp - please Frankie, please - before he moves lower. More kisses pressed to your covered stomach, lower, lower, large hands pushing up the hem of your skirt, tracing every bit of skin they can find. He shifts on his knees to get closer as you lift your hips so he can shove your skirt all the way up, lips parting, eyebrows furrowing in a desperate look of need as he fixes his eyes to your clothed core, as you buck again at the look in his eyes, breathing heavily. His palms come together at the very tops of your thighs, thumbs brushing along the hem of your panties either side of your pussy. You huff again, hands leaving their clutch of the sofa to bury back into his curls, tugging him forwards.Â
He groans, deep in his throat, easily led. Presses his nose to your clothed cunt, inhales deeply, grinds the tip just against your throbbing clit. You whimper, tugging once more, and he nuzzles your bud again, mumbling something into your heat.
âFrankie -â you gasp, âFrankie - if you donât fuckinâ - touch me in the next thirty seconds, Iâm gonna cry.â
âI am touchinâ you,â he growls against your hip, head tilted to look up at you. His hot breath on your skin has your flesh breaking out in goosebumps. You shake your head, frustration burning behind your eyes.
âI want - your tongue -â you pant, âWant to feel your mouth, Frankie.â
He groans, thumbs digging under the waistband of your panties to rip them down your legs, eyes never leaving your core as he reveals you - glistening, messy, wet, drooling for him. He splits his fingers into a V, spreading your lips as you keen and mewl above him.
âYou want me here?â He rasps.
âYes,â you breathe, âI fucking do.â
He finds it in himself to show you mercy.
The first stroke of his tongue is strong, wide. As though heâs trying to take as much of you in as possible in the first go - licking deep and long to taste your slick, tracing the dip of your hole, ending with a final swirl around your clit. Your chest shudders, eyes squeeze shut, hands tense in his hair.
âOkay, baby?â He asks, so soft.
You lick your lips.
âYeah.â
He pushes your at knees to spread your thighs wider apart.
âLook at me.â He says, and you crack your eyes open to watch as he manhandles your legs onto his shoulders, tilting his head as he considers, pushing them back towards your chest in order to find the best angle to eat you from. Fuck.
Heâs not gentle, and he isnât taking his time.Â
The week youâve waited, the months building up to this, do not mean you have the patience to make this last any longer than heâs already teased you for. He eats you like heâs starved, like heâs never tasted anything like the heaven between your legs. Long, firm strokes of his tongue, flicking at your swollen clit, watching as your head tilts forward, heavy, unable to tear your eyes from him. Chest heaving, something about the way youâre still wrapped in that fucking dress making him leak steadily in his jeans, cock straining against the zipper. Heâs barely spared a thought for it so far, caught up in the way you look, the way you feel, smell, taste. He moves his grip from one of your knees to palm himself roughly, and you moan, watching him.Â
Your lips part, and he knows, knows that youâre going to beg him to fuck you before the words even leave your mouth. And he will.
He just needs this first.
âYouâre gonna come in my mouth,â he rumbles, stroking your clit with his thumb, levelling you with a dark, stern stare, âAnd then we can do anything you want. Just need to taste you like this first.â
He watches the pulse of your cunt, the gush of slick that escapes you at his words. Coos at you, so pretty, baby, before leaning back in.
Closing his lips around your pearl, sucking, flicking, tracing shapes - tracing the letters of his name against you - watching as you buck and cry and moan. Youâre so fucking beautiful, leaking around him, wetting his chin, his lips, his cheeks. He can only taste you, only smell you. And itâs fucking divine.
Diving in as you bury your hands in his hair again, pulling his mouth closer, reeling in the soft plush of his lips, warm wet of his tongue, the sharp nip of his teeth against your skin. He lets you use him, lets you grind against his face, winding your hips against him. He holds his mouth open, tongue lapping where he can, mumbling against your skin. Blissed out, pussy drunk.
Yes, yes, fuck. Fuck, baby - use me. Use me, just like that. Take what you need, Bug. Taste so good, feel so fucking good.
His eyes dart from your cunt to your face - this beautiful mess youâre making, the fucked out, glassy look you watch him with. Mouth dropped open, brow scrunched in ecstasy, broken little pants and moans, cries of his name. He stretches an arm, a hand above his head, kneading at your breast, pinching your nipple, the other settling above your mound, thumb pulling back the hood of your clit. You shut your eyes quickly, your shout of fuck coming loud, a yelp.
He can taste how close you are, willing you to come with his eyes when you meet his gaze. His come, baby, is muffled, but itâs all you need.Â
You break, back arching, breasts heaving, pussy fluttering and clamping around his tongue, heat blasting through your belly, a rush of bright white feeling pouring from you. Your hips freeze, jerk, twitch against him, and he closes his eyes briefly, worried that if he watches you ride the high the whole way through heâll come in his fucking pants again.Â
Your hands loosen in his hair, letting him lick and suck dazedly until heâs content. Nose pressed against you, inhaling, tasting as you whimper, thighs tightening a little around his head at the oversensitivity, and he backs away, pressing kisses to your thighs as your ragged breathing begins to ease into a more even rhythm.
He nips at your skin as you stare at him, something flooding your chest. You feel like youâre still riding that wave, feel like no oneâs ever really eaten you like that, nobodyâs ever really let you use them like that.
You bring a hand to his cheek, thumb tracing the glisten of you on his lips. He tilts his head into your palm, and you smile, mouth dry.
âWhereâd you learn to do that?â You ask. Itâs a dumb fucking thing to say, but you can think of nothing else that could quite explain the light-headed awe youâre feeling. He laughs, a deep rumble, real, into your thigh.
âItâs a gift.â He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your belly, shifting on his knees, adjusting himself. Your eyes soften, dropping to his hand.
He sees the question in your eyes again.
He leans forward, squatting, hands moving to the crease between your thighs and ass, before he stands, bringing you with him. You mouth at his neck as he stumbles to your stairs, taking them steadily, shouldering open your bedroom door through the darkness.Â
He drops you where he knows the mattress, your bed will be, separating himself from you only briefly. He yanks the curtains shut as your fingers flick on a dim light - youâll be damned if you're not watching this.Â
He stops before you at the edge of the bed, between your legs. You reach out, looking up at him - sharp curve of his nose, chocolate of his curls illuminated by the light, the heat of his eyes, soft clench of his jaw, rough swallow of his throat. He reaches to stroke your hair, cupping the back of your head. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, and he holds your hands, loosening them so he can pull it up over his head. And then heâs all golden tan, freckles. Stupidly broad shoulders, strong arms, muscle moving beneath the skin as he discards the garment on the floor. Curls of hair over his chest, down his softening stomach, down below the waistband of his jeans. The bulge straining against the denim there. You draw your hands down the lines of him, pausing only to trace the silvery mark of the scar on his abdomen. He sucks a sharp breath in at the tenderness, the intimacy, takes your fingers in his. Watches as you blink up at him, as you move to press your cheek against the heft of his cock, a kiss against his zipper. Hands making quick work of freeing him, tugging down the denim and his boxers. He steps out of them, bending only to pull his socks off, before he stills in front of you. His hard cock bobs against his stomach - youâre briefly distracted by his thighs, the delicious, smooth patches of skin where his hips meet his torso - but he is impossible to ignore. Thick, throbbing. Precum beading down the shaft, head flushed a heady, deep red, veins pulsing beneath the skin. Curved upwards, twitching beneath your gaze. You swallow thickly.
âHoly shit.â
You donât even realise youâd said it out loud until he laughs, a little bashful, a little proud. You look back up to him as you reach out, fingers wrapping around his base. Skin like silk, like gossamer, hot and strong. He hisses through his teeth, knees weak and hips bucking all at once. You pump once, twice, letting your breath fan over him.
âSo pretty,â you murmur, âPrettiest cock Iâve ever seen.â
He flushes at your words, his retort dying in his throat when you wrap your lips around him, gently taking his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue in circles, dipping into his slit, teasing the skin on the underside. He watches, breath caught in his throat, head pounding as you dip forward, hands flat against his thighs, eyes fluttering blissfully as you take him deeper. Watches as he disappears inside your mouth, as he feels nothing but warm and wet, nothing but your tight swallow, your fluid grip at his base, the vibration of your hum, the glint in your eyes as you look up -
He retracts his hips reluctantly, sliding his cock from your throat. You try to follow, whining as you shift forward, still connected through a delicate line of spit and precum, stretching thin as he pulls you back with a firm hand in your hair. He breaks it with his fingers, letting his thumb catch the dribble of it against your chin. He offers the digit, and you obediently take it in your mouth to suck the mixture off. Your eyes are still wide, pleading. He smiles softly.
âNot gonna last like that, baby,â he mutters. âWanna feel you this time.â
You pout, words slurred in your pleasure filled haze, eyes heavy lidded as you hold his gaze.
âWanna watch you come every way. Wanna make you come every way. Wanna - wanna taste it, wanna feel it, want you to cover me -â
âJesus fucking Christ,â he grits, cock throbbing painfully at your words, head spinning. He never thought heâd hear you talk like that, cock drunk on the edge of your bed, mouth all sad without his dick in it. âGet this off.â he hisses, tugging again at the hem of your dress, pulling it up as you hold up your arms. It comes easy, exposing your bare pussy, soft skin of your stomach, plush flesh of your breasts.Â
There's so much blood south of his brain Frankie thinks he might pass out.
He bends to kiss you, groping at your tits again, fingers swiping fleetingly between your legs to find you still soaked.
âPerfect,â he growls, âSo fucking perfect.â
You whimper, backing up across your sheets. He follows, both knees dipping onto the mattress, tongue searching for yours, pecks and nips pressed to your forehead, cheeks, lips.
Your hands find purchase wherever they can, squeezing the tops of his arms, nails grazing the skin, grasping the meat of his hips, tracing the contours of his belly, squeezing and stroking his cock. A deep groan rumbles in his chest again, and he's breaking the kisses to divert and scoot back against your pillows. You crawl to him, eye contact only broken as his eyes flick over your shoulder, and he freezes, shivers. You smile wickedly, guessing at what he can see. You pause between his legs again, lowering your head to kiss at his base, cup his balls, arching your back a little more so he can really see the angle youâre exposed at in the mirror behind you.
He doesnât know where to look. Where your mouth and hands are, teasing at his cock again, or where he can see your glistening pussy, tilted up, shining, ready.Â
Heâs losing his fucking mind.
He reaches over, curling his body around yours to land a firm smack against your ass. You whimper at the contact, hot pant of air against his skin, eyes glassy again as he groans, watching the flesh ripple, watching the claim he has staked begin to form.Â
You move to kneel, coming face to face, your eyes wide, wanton, desperate.
âFuck me, Frankie,â you whisper, pleading. âPlease, fuck me -â
He shakes his head, kissing your temple.
âGotta get you ready first, bebita,â he breathes, pulling you closer, moving your legs. âCome here for me, turn around. Come closer. Like this.â He arranges you so youâre sat, cradled between his legs, your back to his front. He spreads your legs wide, hooks them with his ankles so you canât close them. Runs his hands down your body, your eyes tracing his movements - every squeeze, every pinch, every circle he draws.Â
Your breath hitches as his hands travel lower, parting your folds again, feathering over your clit. You turn your head to speak directly into his ear.
âDonât tease, Morales.â You purr. He chuckles, turning to peck at your lips.
âI wonât, princesa.â
You cry out as he sinks two fingers inside your heat, making good on his promise. Your chin dips, but his spare hand comes up to cradle it gently, angling your head so you can watch him work you in the mirror. The two of you rendered speechless for a moment - just gasps, moans, the slick sounds of your cunt in the room. His dark eyes on yours over your shoulder, in the glass. The firm press, scissor, pulse, of his fingers inside you.
The silence is only broken by a ragged moan from you as he presses against that delicious, spongy spot tucked away inside you, and he chuckles in response.
âLook at you, baby,â he breathes in your ear, âSo pretty. Been thinking about you like this all week.â
You moan as he curls his fingers at a particularly delicious angle, pressing the meat of his palm against your clit. Your hand closes around his wrist, keeping him there, pulling him away - a mix of both. The feel of him is too wonderful to be rid of, too much to take.
âLongest fuckinâ week of my life.â He growls, biting at your earlobe, flicking his wrist faster again, drawing a desperate cry from your lips. A pressure building, your pussy obscene in the quiet, so fucking wet, and you can hear Frankie thinking it, marvelling at how your body responds, how you leak and clench and writhe in his grip.Â
Thereâs that pressure building again, your breath heaving in your lungs, cunt getting slicker, tighter. Frankie coos in your ear, his other arm still banded around your middle. You hiccup, moan, arch your back against him.Â
âFuck,â you murmur, âFuck, close.â
He hums, tracing his nose along the fine skin of your neck.
âYeah?â He says, voice cracking a little. âSâthat good? Tell me. Tell me itâs good, baby.â
You whine again, thrashing your head against his shoulder, driving your hips down onto his fingers, pleading for more.
âSo good,â you moan, âSo fucking good, Frankie. You have no idea.â
You can feel him rutting against you - slowly - all velvet skin, wiry hair, sticky wetness. His mouth pressed to your shoulder, licking, nipping, kissing alternately, his fingers pressed deep inside you, other arm loosening around your middle, hand playing messily with your clit. His eyes in the mirror, trapping you there with him. Unashamed in their exploration of your body, greedy, watching your soaked cunt pull him in, the sopping sounds she makes as she tries to hold him there. Youâre surprised at how hot it makes you feel, how wanted, how turned on. The streak of slick and sweat against your skin, Frankie's wet fingers that spread it there.
You whine again, skin burning, glistening with sweat. Tip your head back, onto his shoulder, to nip his skin impatiently between your teeth.Â
âFrankie,â you murmur, breath sweet against his ear, âWanna come on your cock.â
âFuck,â he rasps, âIs that what you want? You want my cock?â
You moan again, louder, drunk on the feeling between your legs, his continued movement.Â
âYes.â You hiss, as he sucks a mark onto your neck.
âSay it. Need to hear you say it.â
âWant your cock. Need your cock, Francisco.â
You swear you see his eyes roll into the back of his head in the glass of the mirror, and then heâs moving fast, with precision.
He eases his fingers from your pussy, gentle, not a drop of hesitation. He pushes your hips until they rise, tilting your whole body forwards until youâre on your knees, hands pressed into the mattress. You feel like jelly, so loose and warm-limbed youâre sure you could be moulded into any shape he wished.
âGood girl,â he mumbles, pressing hot kisses against your shoulders, down your spine. âGood fucking girl.âÂ
His hands are on your hips, ready to move you, but in a second, youâre turning to face him. Heâs watching you, reverent, like he canât believe youâre here, that heâs here. You place a knee on either side of his, one hand pulling at the curls at the nape of his neck, titling his head back so you can slant your mouth against his, licking between his lips as you lower yourself gently, rocking your soaked folds over his sensitive cock.Â
The movement knocks the air from his lungs, mouth stuttering against yours, unable to kiss you back. Feeling you on his fingers was one thing, but having you sliding against him like this is a whole nother. You giggle at him, and a whimper clears the back of his throat.
âYou okay, baby?â You smirk, voice hoarse. He supposes itâs only fair, now youâve got the upper hand. He lets you keep it, hands roving desperately, kneading and pulling at the flesh of your ass, mouth dipping to your nipple, letting you glide over him. Now processing how hard he is, how painfully his cock throbs.Â
Heâs ready to be greedy, ready to find out how he fits inside you.Â
He pulls you up, closer, by the hips. Grips his cock firmly between your legs, swipes it between your folds, making sure to bump against your clit just to hear you whimper.
You brace your hands against his chest as you rest your leaking hole against him, the tip just breaching the tight ring of muscle. You whine, scratching fine lines into his skin.
He swallows - so handsome. Dark curls, dark eyes. Strong body, a body that feels like home, like someone who has always kept you safe, has always made you feel seen.
âLook at me,â he says, for the second time. You drag your eyes to him, stalling your movements. He waits until he knows your brain has caught up with your body. âSlowly.âÂ
You nod, lowering yourself against the blunt head of his cock, clenching your teeth at the sweet stretch. He anchors you with one hand cupped to your cheek, the other firm at your ass, listening to your hiccuped moans, your shuddering breaths, releasing his through his teeth. Youâre so warm, so wet, so tight.
And he fills you to the brim. Every inch you take a marvel, pressing against every nerve ending, every tender spot, like he was made for you. You settle when you reach his base, clit catching on the wiry hairs there, rocking slightly to feel him even better, letting your slick soak him, feeling yourself pull tight, loosen, ebb, flow.
You knock your forehead with his, finding his eyes. Bright, fiery, needy. You close the space between you, kissing him as you pant together. Feeling so full, so open, forgetting every worry, every niggling doubt. You rest your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder, shaking as you lift your hips, feeling the thick glide of him, clenching, releasing, dropping back down slowly, again, listening to the squelch of him moving inside you, desperate, needy little noises leaving your mouth. Itâs intoxicating - the more you move, the louder you get, the louder he gets. Deep rumbles of praise, heavy grunts, hands soothing, pinching every inch of skin they can find. You grind a little more on the downwards movement this time, keening at the scrape against that bundle of nerves again, choking on your words.
âGod.â
âThatâs it, Bu- baby.â He groans, and a huff of amusement leaves you at the slip.
âWhat, am I not Bug anymore?â
Itâs breathless, your tease, not your usual gnashing comeback. He groans, teeth grazing the bud of your nipple.
âI am not using the nickname my daughter gave you when Iâm inside you.â
You giggle at the thought, body clenching a little. Frankie moans, open mouthed, eyes squeezing shut, hands grasping at you.
âDonât laugh,â he gasps, âHoly fuck, please donât laugh. Iâll come.â
You hum, giving in, dragging your body up and down again, smooth, slow, letting the feeling, the warmth, the pressure, the ache begin to build again. You lean back a little, one hand on his thigh, one loose on his shoulder, and the change in angle has you crying out, cursing, Frankie watching your face before his eyes fall down your body - beautiful, glistening in the orange light. The curve of your waist, the quickening bounce of your tits, and then your cunt. Watches as he disappears inside you, watches as you stretch around him, watches the glisten of your wetness down his length, where itâs tacky at the bottom, staining the two of you where youâre connected. You reach back with your other hand, moving faster, leaning back further so he can really watch you fuck yourself onto him.
Your movements grow hungrier, a little more uncoordinated; stomach tensing, mouth hanging open, cut off, broken cries of his name, feeling yourself wind tighter, spill more onto his lap. He runs a large palm down your body, thumb finding your clit, catching it, rubbing firm circles. He feels you clench for real this time, whole body shuttering at the feeling, your hand clutching his.
âFuck, Frankie -â you gasp, âPlease, Iâll -â
Youâre cut off as he changes his rhythm, his pressure, finding the pace that makes you moan with every breath, mouth stretching in a smile.
âYouâll what, princesa?â
You whine, huffing, thighs burning, release so close you can almost taste it.
âMotherfucker -â you bite, no real venom.
âWords, baby.â He coos.
âIâll come,â you pant, âFrankie - I - Iâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come, please, gonna come, Frankie, Frankie, Frankie -â
You sob, loudly, euphoric as your orgasm shatters through you, body cramping, juddering. A gush of liquid between you, your pussy squeezing him tight, so tight -
âGood girl, bebita, such a good fucking girl -â
And heâs flipping you, deftly, a hand protecting your skull, so youâre on your back, mind and body reeling as you continue to shudder, still calling out for him, nails carving pink half moons in his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist on instinct, the angle deepening, his body pressed flush to yours.
âFuck,â he snarls, âFeel like heaven, baby, wanna watch you come every day, every hour, all the time -â heâs babbling, he knows he is. But heâs caught up, entranced by how you look beneath him, his thrusts sloppy already, watching your eyes roll back, your chest heave, tits bounce. Lower again, where heâs fucking into you, soaked with your release. He winds a hand around the back of your neck, gently tilting your head to make you see what heâs seeing, to watch him fuck you.
You clench painfully around him, gasping - shit, Frankie, oh my God, so good, so good - your body rallying for another, senses overwhelmed, aflame with pleasure. He clutches your thigh, hitches your legs higher up his waist. Licks at your pulse point, sucks different mark there, leaning back to take you in again.
âLook so pretty, bebita,â he moans, âAll fucked out on my cock like this.â
And itâs like a switch is flicked. Frankie sees it pass through your eyes, a wicked glimmer. The way the corners of your lips twitch, even as your eyelashes flutter at the sensation of him drawing his thick cock back out of you, even as your body whirs with a second orgasm.
âYeah, baby?â you coo, âYou like how I look taking your cock?â
He canât say anything in reply, mouth only hanging open as you start to talk again.
âLike how I look when Iâm full of you? Wanna be full of you all the time, Frankie. Wanna feel you even when youâre not inside me like this. Wanna - fuck - wanna feel you dripping out of me -â
He groans roughly, almost animalistic.
âDonât say that.â He grits.
You moan at his tone, fingers twisting through his hair, mind getting hazy as you flutter around him.
âBut I want it, Francisco,â you rasp, âWant you to come inside me, want you to fuck me full of you -â
He bares his teeth a little, nipping at your bottom lip. Balls drawing up, heat at the base of his spine, faster, harder -
âYou want that?â
âPlease, Frankie.â
He moans again, sees stars when he closes his eyes, as your whimpers pitch higher.
âGonna come,â you whisper, âCome, Frankie, please, come inside me -â
Youâre not sure whoâs first, youâre not sure whoâs louder. A shout of your name, his name, ripping through the air, you clamping down around him, the jerk of him inside you as he paints your walls with his cum, fucking it into you as long as he can, the squelch, the sensitivity drawing out your highs.
He eases when it gets too much, rolling you onto your side, keeping you full until he softens enough to slip out, kissing all over your face. You share breath, teeth knocking against each other, tongues gliding along lips, whining as you feel him begin to drip out of you.
Fingers slipping against his damp skin, pulling him close, sharing whispered secrets, tugging him closer still when he starts to harden again against your thigh.
Hours slip by, the darkness behind the curtains blooming into something like daybreak. He tastes you again, fills you again, you make sure to take him in your mouth.
And when the first birds begin to sing, you are fast asleep in each othersâ arms.
His fingers are tracing your shoulder, your face pressed to his chest, murmuring conversation in the light of the morning. Sun stretching through your clumsily closed curtains, rustle of the trees outside the window, cracked open for fresh air when the scent of sex was laying heavy in the room. Legs tangled together, further entwined in your sheets.Â
In a moment of quiet, Frankie speaks.
âYour pictureâs fallen over.â
Twisting your head, you look to what heâs pointing out and snort, burying your face in his warm skin.
âWhat?â He asks, amusement curling the word.
You pull a face.
âIt didnât fall over. I turned it over.â You admit.
A beat.
âWhy?âÂ
You rest your chin on his pectoral, taking in the crease of confusion between his brows. You lean to kiss it away, because you can, now. Because you never have to think about it without doing it again.Â
You squeeze your lip between your teeth.
âItâs uh - itâs a picture of me and Dad.â
He frowns again, eyes searching your face. You exhale.
âI didnât⊠I didn't want him to - see?â
He chuckles softly, pink dusting his cheeks as he swipes a hand across his jaw, thinking, remembering.
âI didnât see you do that -â
âI did it before I came over.â
You cringe a little at the confession. Silly now that itâs happened, but still.
âBeforeâŠ?â
You nod. Mhm. A smile teases at his lips, eyes lighting with mischief.
âBut we didnât - I mean - we didnât plan it -â
âI know,â you groan, hiding your face again. âI just had a feeling.â
Frankie snorts, squeezing your hip.
âGood feeling, baby.â
âAsshole.â You giggle, nipping his skin between your teeth.
He laughs again, shifting you in his arms so he can hold you properly.
âGood job I didnât try anything last week, then,â he smiles, âCanât have him thinking Iâm not a gentleman -â
âFrankie, you literally came in your pants -â
He gasps in mock offence, squeezing you tighter.
âAnd so did you!â
You laugh, properly, against him, chests leaping against each other. You press your lips to his neck as he presses his to your hair.
âHell of a first kiss, though.â He chuckles.
He feels you tense as your heart leaps in your ribs.Â
One last secret.
He loosens his grip, watching you, a flicker of worry cooling his joy. You chew your lip, brow furrowing, eyes flicking from somewhere in the middle distance to meet his.
âWhat, baby?â He whispers. You inhale deeply.
âHow much do you remember from Pride?â
He grimaces, relieved at your answering smile.
âAfter eleven? Not a lot.â
You hum, pulling yourself from his arms. He lets you go reluctantly, watching as you stand. Your gorgeous body - gorgeous curves, the places heâs gotten to know so well over the last few hours, the marks that have begun to bloom after his lips and teeth.Â
You rummage around in a dresser draw, turning to face him with a single thin, glossy strip of paper in your hands. You step back towards him, eyes catching on the way he's sprawled out before you. Golden skin, broad shoulders, one hand behind his head, bicep flexed. One leg thrown out from beneath the covers, his modesty - or whatâs left of it - barely hidden by your sheets. A flash of heat moves through you. You bite your lip.
âDo you remember the photobooth?â
âMhm. A little.â
You nestle back down next to him, the slip of paper still clutched to your chest. Your eyes dart to his again.
âOur first kiss wasnât last week.â
âWhat?â
His eyes are wide, mind whirring as you hold out the paper for him to take.
A series of five shots of the two of you. Laughing, close, and then with mouths pressed together, hungry. The last one messy, still locked in a searing kiss, but he can see the drunk grins peeking through.
He exhales heavily.
âWe kissed at Pride?â He asks, bewildered.
You nod, twisting your hands in your lap.
âWe did.â
He looks back at you, still confused. A little worried, a little disappointed.Â
âIâm sorry,â he breathes, âI donât remember -â
You laugh, knocking his shoulder with yours.
âNeither did I, baby.â You say, kissing his curls.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
You suck a breath in through your teeth, shrug.
âYou didnât remember, and I - I panicked. Didnât know if it was just a thing for you or, you know, a thing.â
âLike last week?â
You nod, sombre.
âLike last week.â
He shakes his head.
âYouâre my favourite idiot, you know that?â
You scoff, brightening.Â
âDick. I had no idea -â
âI love you.â
The simplicity of it takes your breath away. Winds you, catches you right in the chest, battering against your heart.
His eyes are shining, and the truth of it is there. Has always been there. Somehow, you just never saw it before.Â
I love you.
The weeks of wanting, of worrying. Of denying, of lying awake thinking about it -
âI love you, too.â
His eyes crease at the corners, mouth lifting, tongue peeking from between his teeth.
âYeah?â He breathes.
âYeah.â You whisper. He swallows.
âThink a part of me always has.â
Thereâs a prickle in his throat, heat behind his eyes. He wonders when it happened for you.
Wonders whether you had him from that first glimpse from Luciaâs room, from searching for bugs in your yard. Your tenderness with his daughter, the laughter in your eyes. From those moments you curled into his side on his sofa, when heâd come home, so relieved to find you in his house.
Knows, for sure, youâd had him long before his realisation on his porch, sand still between your toes.
He clears his throat, tangling your fingers.
âThat mean I get to call you mine, now?â
You smile, eyes watery. Hey, neighbour. Iâm Frankie - from across the way. His curls in the sunshine, water balloons over fences. His broad back to you as he cooked dinner, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders. His gentle hands as you cried, phone calls through kitchen windows.
âPlease.â You whisper.
The lightness in his beam is infectious, a tear spilling over as he kisses you and kisses you. Mine. Mine. Palms skating over skin, tangled in hair, an endless moment in morning sunshine. Your heart swells impossibly, stitched together, glued together by this man in your bed. You donât know when he did it. But he holds it now, whole, fixing something you know your Dad never wanted to break.
âThank you.â You rasp against his lips, chin wobbling. He doesn't ask what for. He knows, just by the look in your eyes. He shakes his head minutely, voice thick, quiet.
âMy honour.â
He holds you close, bodies melded together. You never want to let go, the tightness in your chest easing again as he makes you laugh, as you say it again, outloud, breathless. Mine. The whispers only broken by rumbles of noise outside, voices -
Deep voices in his backyard you can hear even from here. You groan into each othersâ mouths, the sound dissolving into a laugh.
âTheyâll be wanting breakfast.â You giggle quietly.
âThey can cook,â he mumbles against your lips, âIâve got mine right here.â
He squeezes your ass, dragging your hips against his thigh. Still wet, leaking from the two of you, something heating in his chest at the thought.
You hum, not helping the case by kissing down his chest.
âShould really say goodbye at least.â
He grunts as you nibble at his belly, neither acquiescing or disagreeing.
âAnd then,â you continue, âI remember something about you keeping me in bed for a week?â
You pause, looking up at him. He curls a hand around your cheek, so tender.Â
âMe too.â He whispers.Â
You grin as you clamber back up his body, planting a firm kiss against his lips.
âCouple of hours,â you promise yourself, âAnd then I have you all to myself.â
He chuckles against your lips, an eyebrow lifting, repeating your words from a week ago - a lifetime ago - back to you.
âWeâve got the whole summer, Bug.â
You giggle, wiggling your eyebrows.
âPlenty of time for a ride in the sky, then, too.â You grin, nudging him.
He presses a long, sweet kiss to your mouth.
âIâd take you to the moon if I could.â
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Buy my heart - 1
⊠Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⊠Word count: ~1,2k
⊠Rating for this part: Mature
⊠Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, omega auction.
⊠Summary: Bucky buys you
⊠Note: Due note that this is a drabble series, the parts will be short but I still hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to come back and read Lloyd's series, set in the same verse! đ Bucky's scent is based of my favorite perfume of all time ĂTHER XTRĂM đ€€Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!
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Everything is numb. As you stand on the podium in front of the faceless crowd with the lights in your eyes, you don't feel a thing, except the uncomfortable sensation of scent blocker on your skin. As soon as you pulled the thin dress on for the auction you decided that the only way you would survive this is if you just turn every emotion off.
Paddles go up. Paddles go down. The man beside you rambles fast but you don't listen. It's not irrelevant how much you sell for, since your family needs it to pay off their debt, but you can't take it in.
Instead, you focus on your breathing. The mask-covered mass in front of you is grass on a meadow on a windy day. Breathe in. They sway towards you. Breathe out. They sway away.
You don't want to look at who raises their paddle the most, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to identify them since everyone's face is concealed by the same black mask. But you'd find yourself scrutinizing their hands and build, trying to guess if they're old or young. Honestly, you dread both: a young pup with an overly cocky attitude who knows nothing about caring for an omega, or an old lone wolf who is too frail to do anything himself and would require constant care.
The sharp crack of the club startles you from your self-induced meditation. That's when you finally hear the sum you've been sold for and some of the tension in your shoulders drains away. It's enough. Your family will be fine.
An attendant leads you away through dark corridors before leaving you in another changing room. They've brought your old clothes but you don't touch them. They smell like home. Like your family. And you can't go into this new life with it, you have to leave it behind.
If the attendant is confused about you still wearing the sheer dress they provided when they come and collect you, they don't let it show before walking you out.
The air is cold against your skin but there is a car idling just outside. Well, it's a limo. The driver opens the door and gestures for you to climb inside. Guess this is your ride. Time to meet your alpha.
Pressing down every feeling of panic and dread you walk on bare feet the short distance. The door shutting just behind you makes you jump. A moment later, the car starts moving.
The first thing you notice is that it's dim in the back of the limousine since the tinted windows don't let the streetlights in. The only illumination comes from small spots in the ceiling.
The second thing you notice is him. He's at the other end of the seat. Maskless with a glass of something in his hand that he swirls before taking a sip, staring at you over the rim. He's tall, broad-shouldered, short hair that looks soft with a neatly trimmed beard framing his face.
Then the smell hits you. It's easy to filter out the artificial notes of his cologne from what is his pure natural smell. It's a woody musky scent with a light tone of florals buried beneath that is not sharp or strong. It just fills your lungs with a warm, sensual feeling. For the first time in your life, you think you understand what other omegas rave about when they say that the smell of alpha is unlike anything else. The omega in you wants to slide up to him and rub yourself all over him, but you resist.
âHello, little darling,â his rich voice fills the compartment.
âHello, sir,â you respond and is pleased when your voice doesn't waiver.
âMy name is James Buchanan Barnes. I prefer if you call me Bucky.â
âBucky,â you try, and nod, although it feels odd on your tongue. You've never addressed an alpha by a nickname before.
He doesn't ask for your name and you don't offer it, the less personal this is for you, the better. Bucky might have bought your body but your mind is still your own and he can never take it away from you. If he never calls you by your name, the better.
âWhy do you still have that dress on?â he asks.
You pluck at the fabric.
âI couldn't take my old clothes with me.â
âAnd no shoes?â
âNo, sir. I mean, Bucky.â
He picks up his phone. You hear the dial tone and then a woman's voice answers at the other end.
âWe need clothes, all types, but for tonight just get some underwear and something to sleep in. Then he directs his attention to you.
âWhat size are you?â
After hesitating a second, you tell him and he passes the information along before he hangs up.
The car slows and sounds as if it's driving on gravel. Bucky finishes his drink and studies you. There is a tick in his jaw as if he's irritated. Without a word, he starts taking off his suit jacket.
The blood in your veins turns cold and you press yourself back against the door. You don't want him to touch you. The dress might be sheer but the thought of being naked with him in the back of the limo is not appealing in the least.
But his actions surprise you. He holds out the jacket for you.
âWear this. My men are loyal but I don't need them to ogle you and get distracted.â
There is no hiding the way your fingers tremble as you take it from him. After putting it on you realize that in a way, he's marked you with his scent now, but without touching you. It shouldn't make you pleased, but it does.
When the car comes to a stop you reach for the handle but with something very close to a growl he instructs, âWait there,â before stepping out.
You pull your hand back quickly and place it in your lap.
Moments later the door opens.
âSince you don't have any shoes, I'll carry you,â he explains, reaching for you, but you shuffle away.
âI'll be fine, I promise, you don't need to do that.â
His jaw ticks again.
âNo, you will hurt your feet, darling. Come here, now.â
You hesitate still, but you're not prepared to find out what the next tell of irritation might be, or if the twitch in his jaw is the only warning you're going to get.
You move closer to him and hardly have time to process what happens before you're in his arms. He carries you near his body with your face pressed against his fine dress shirt. It's dark outside but the mansion he carries you towards is well lit. There is no doubt James Buchanan Barnes is a very rich man.
After stepping inside he still doesn't put you down. You want to object but decide against it as he carries you up a flight of stairs and into a room, where he puts you down on a soft carpet, then steps back.
âClothes should be here in about twenty minutes. When was the last time you ate?â
âUhm, this morning?â
âAllergies?â
âNo, but I really donât like tomatoes.â
âI'll inform the chef,â he nods, before continuing, âThis is your room. Mine is across the hall. For tonight, stay here, I'll have food brought up. Tomorrow Iâll give you a tour and we'll talk about what is expected of you going forward.â
You nod.
âI suggest you take a nice long bath, before eating and going to bed.â
âYes, Bucky.â
Your obedience seems to please him because the lines between his eyebrows disappear.
âHave a good night, little darling.â
And then he leaves.
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Angel - Jude Bellingham
|WARNINGS: nsfw (not too much you'll have to waitđ) Previous part
|SUMMARY:How could you know that a stupid nickname could change everything?
|AUTHOR'S NOTE: Long chapter (I know you love međ) enjoy!
âGirl heâs literally the love of your life, whatâs wrong?â
YES, maybe you were overthinking on Jobe's warning. You know that he, being your best friend forever, has always been protective of you. If there had been something wrong he would have told you right away, right?
The first thing you did after Jude left was call your best friend, who was sure to attack you in any way possible. So now you find yourself talking about it with her, and she thinks you're stupid, obviously, but maybe you too start to think that you're a little paranoid.
âYou're right, maybe? I don't know what to think either and I'm not even sure I realized what happened."
That kiss, God, couldn't get out of your head. You'd probably been waiting for this moment since middle school, yet you managed to ruin it from your thoughts. You try to practice one of the therapies to banish bad thoughts but it obviously doesn't work.
âY/N, let me be honest with you: just trust Jude, you know your bond is very strong and I think he wouldn't have kissed you if he didn't want toâ
But that's not what you meant, unfortunately. It's obvious that if he hadn't wanted to kiss you he wouldn't have even stayed at your house to sleep, because let's face it, you both knew what would happen. What if he didn't have to leave? You know very well what would happen after that kiss. You didn't even want to confront Jude because you didn't want him to think that you don't trust him. He said he would write to you as soon as possible. Maybe you have nothing left but to trust him. Ok that you study psychology , but not everyone is definitely crazy or plotting behind your back. And anyway you had other things to think about: You probably didn't forget that he invited you to one of his games, right?
"He also invited me to one of his matches, the one in two weeks, I think"
You can hear your friend gasp in amazement, you can hear an envious but playful tone in her voice.
"Are you fucking serious? Lucky you!"
The day continued in a calm, but boring way. You were waiting for a message from him, that's the truth.
 You even thought about sending him a message, but would you seriously have done it? So you tried to distract yourself: reading, studying , trying to do anything not to think about him, about that kiss and the way he could make you feel butterflies in your stomach at any moment.Â
(Seriously, could you stop thinking about him for just one minute? Itâs like heâs the only thing on your mind. Oh wait, he probably is.)
The moment you finally stopped thinking about it (Or at least you think) your phone buzzed, and you, as if you've been waiting for years, take it right away, and when you read Jude's name on the screen, you can't help but smile and your heart skips a beat.
Jude: Hey Angel, hope your day was as good as mine. I can't stop thinking about you. Lunch was a drag without you.
You couldn't help but smile as you typed back.
You: Hey, lunch was boring here too. I missed you.
(You missed him? Itâs only been a few hours. But hey, who am I to judge?)
A few moments later, your phone buzzed again.
Jude: Letâs make up for it then. Are you free tonight?
Your heart raced at the thought of seeing him again so soon.
You: Definitely. What do you have in mind?
Jude: How about we take a trip to the lake? We can have a picnic and watch the sunset.
You:You always know how to make me smile, what time?
Okay, maybe this message was a bit stupid, but as soon as he replies, you can see that this message was appreciated.
Jude:Built for this, ainât I? Iâll come pick you up at 6?
You: I canât wait
Jude:See you soon then, Angel.
You spent the next few hours getting ready, packing a small bag with everything you might need for the lake. The excitement built with each passing minute, your heart racing at the thought of spending the evening with Jude.
As the clock neared 6, you were ready and waiting. Jude arrived right on time, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.
âHey, beautiful,â he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.Â
"Beautiful?" You say with a slightly embarrassed tone as you rest your head on his chest.
"I can't deny it" An embarrassed smile appears on your face.
The car ride was pretty quiet, but also stressful because of all those awkward silences that happened because of what happened earlier at your house.
When you got to the lake, you settled on a towel and he started staring at you again, not that you didn't like it.
Judeâs eyes lit up with mischief. âReady for a swim?â he asked, his voice dripping with playfulness.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, slipping off your shoes and heading towards the water. Jude followed close behind, his gaze never leaving you.
Once in the lake, you splashed him playfully, laughing as he blinked in surprise. âOh, itâs on now,â he said, closing the distance between you with a few swift strokes.
Before you could react, he scooped you up, water dripping from both of you. âPut me down!â you protested, giggling.
âNot a chance,â he replied, his voice low and teasing. He twirled you around before gently setting you back in the water, his hands lingering on your waist.
âAlright, alright, you win,â you said, breathless from laughter.
He grinned, his eyes locking onto yours. âI always do.â
His fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin under the water, sending shivers up your spine.
âJudeâŠâ you began, but his name on your lips seemed to ignite something in him. His gaze darkened with desire as he moved even closer, his breath hot against your neck.
âYouâre driving me crazy, you know that?â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was searing, his hands gripping your waist tightly as if he never wanted to let go. You responded eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.
The water lapped around you as the kiss deepened, growing more passionate by the second. Judeâs hands roamed over your back, pulling you against him as if he couldnât get enough. You felt his heart pounding against your chest, matching the frantic beat of your own.
You broke the kiss for a brief moment, gasping for air. But the second you met his eyes, filled with an intensity that took your breath away, you were drawn back together. His hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, anchoring yourself to him.
"We gotta pick up where we left off this morning, yeah?" he groaned against your lips, his voice rough with need.
You nodded quickly and in an instant his lips were on your neck, leaving significant marks. You let a soft moan from your lips and you know that this is driving him even more crazy. His lips are now on your lips again, in a kiss with hunger. You have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it has finally arrived.
The feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his lips, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the universe,it was intoxicating.
Judeâs hands moved up and down your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you, as if he couldnât get enough. You matched his intensity, your own hands tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer.
After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, you finally pulled back, both of you breathless and flushed. Jude rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
You both stayed there for a moment, just holding each other, the water gently rocking you. When you finally made your way back to the towel, he started talking to you.
"My mom... sheâs been asking about you. She wants you to come to dinner tomorrow night. She misses you,a lot."
Your heart warmed at the thought. Jude's family had always been like a second family to you, and the invitation really warmed your heart, "I'd love to come," you replied, smiling.
âSheâll be happy to hear thatâ
He said, caressing your cheek. âAnyway, there's one more thing I wanted to ask you.â A sense of anxiety made you laugh nervously. He looked slightly more serious.
"I have to go back to Madrid the day after tomorrow," After a short pause, he continues, "And I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to come with me."
Now you are sure of the fact that most likely, at this request, your eyes widened and perhaps, your heart might have missed more than a beat. Did it mean that you would sleep together every night? Did it mean that perhaps you were his girlfriend? A question now kept bombarding your head: What are you two?
A couple? Best friends who have gone too far? You don't know how long you've been staring at him without giving him a response, but just the thought of actually staring at him shocked embarrasses you so much that it makes you want to disappear.
"I mean, I want to" You are still slightly shocked by the proposal and can't form a sensible sentence.
Jude starts chuckling at your form of communication.
"You want to? Okay, that's a good start"
"But I'll let you know tomorrow for sure, okay?"
"It's more than okay, angel"
After spending a little more time at the lake, enjoying the sunset and each otherâs company, you and Jude eventually packed up and headed back to his car. The drive back was filled with comfortable silence and soft music, your hand resting in his, little stolen glances that made you giggle, is this what it feels like when you're in love?When you reached your house, Jude walked you to your door, his arm draped around your shoulders. As you turned to face him, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
âGoodnight, beautiful,â he whispered, his eyes twinkling under the porch light.
âGoodnight, Jude,â you replied softly, your heart full as you watched him walk back to his car.
A smile played on your lips and you couldnât be more excited for what was about to come. You giggled all the way to your apartment and as soon as you got in you flopped onto the bed, stomping your feet excitedly. How can I blame you? You've been waiting for this your whole life.
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Where Will All The Martyrs Go [Chapter 8: She's The Salt Of The Earth And She's Dangerous]
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Series summary: In the midst of the zombie apocalypse, both you and Aemond (and your respective travel companions) find yourselves headed for the West Coast. Itâs the 2024 version of the Oregon Trail, but with less dysentery and more undead antagonists. Watch out for snakes! đđ
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, med school Aemond, character deaths, nature, drinking, smoking, drugs, Adventures With Aegonâąïž, pregnancy and childbirth, the U.S. Navy, road trip vibes, RIP Jace (again).
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âIâm sorry if I was a creep when we first met,â Aegon says. Heâs been oddly philosophical since he was burned. âI hadnât seen a hot single chick in a while, and I wanted to fuck you.â
Cregan siphoned just enough gas from a decrepit Chrysler Sebring in Merna to take the Tahoe two and a half hours west to Little Thunder Bay Campground on the shores of Lake McConaughy, a manmade reservoir and New Deal project from the 1930s. You glance over at Aegon dubiously, amused. âDo I count as hot?â
âYeah, Chippendales, youâre hot. In like aâŠyou live in a cabin and knit sweaters by a crackling fireplace kind of way.â
You smile. âSo you got over that.â
âOh no, I still want to fuck you. Now I just know you better, so I wouldnât want to offend you by being obnoxious about it.â
âThatâs sweet, I guess. I appreciate your discretion.â
âNo problem. If you ever decide you want to take a ride on a less distinguished Targaryen brother, let me know.â
The two of you are fishing from a boat launch, dry splintering planks of wood, opaque rippling water, soft wind and bright sunshine from an aquamarine, cloudless sky. Cregan found the fishing poles in the abandoned RV youâve moved into, a Winnebago Spirit with one of those stick figure family decals on the back window, Mom, Dad, four lovely children and a dog too, all of whom are perhaps alive but more likely dead and in any case nowhere to be found here in this tranquil corner of western Nebraska, 150 miles from the Wyoming border. Helaena digs worms from the earth, then Rhaena slices them into wriggling segments with a hunting knife and brings them to you and Aegon to be impaled on barbed hooks. Aemond, Rio, Daeron, Luke, and Cregan are swimming about twenty yards down the beach, soaked boxer shorts and nothing else, splashing each other and scrubbing the grime off their skin from a morning spent gathering wood for the firepit and the grill; Ice is paddling joyfully alongside them. Baela floats on her back and peers vacantly up into the vast blue nothingness. Aegon is not permitted in the water, as his leg is an open wound beneath his bandages. You ask him as you recast your fishing line: âWhy are you like this?â
âLike what?â
You shrug, smirking guiltily. You thought it was obvious.
Aegon throws back his head and cackles, slow and lazy. âOh, I get it. A loser.â
âI didnât say loser.â
âYou thought loser.â
âI implied loser.â
âItâs alright. Iâve been called worse things by people I admire much less.â He contemplates his answer as he gazes down into the water, sluggish stoned reverie. Aemond must be almost out of morphine by now. At last Aegon says: âI think the first thing I ever learned was that no matter how hard I tried, no one was ever going to love me. Not in a normal kind of way, Disney movie love, Christmas rom-com love. So I stopped trying. Mother wanted me to play piano, so I bombed the recital. Father wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer, so I skipped class, went golfing and yachting, didnât even bother to pay someone to write halfway decent essays for me. If they couldnât love me unconditionally, I wasnât interested in meeting their conditions.â Then he chuckles, the breeze combing through his hair, ninety degrees and only getting hotter. âI refused to work. All youâve ever done is work. You must hate me.â
âNo, I get it.â You reel in your line; a fish has stolen the worm from your hook, tiny clandestine nibbles. You impale a slimy new victim and recast. âNo one wants to be used.â
âYeah. Exactly. I wasnât going to spend my life doing shit I didnât want to do so my parents could brag about me to their insufferable friends and absolve themselves of their mistakes. Mother married a man who didnât give a fuck about her, Father ignored us all. Me being a success story would have given them the impression they did something right. I couldnât have that.â
So Aemond had to be the success story instead. You glance down the beach at where he is bursting through the water and slicking back his dripping hair from his face, showing Luke a bone he found in the muddy silt of Lake McConaughy, hopefully not human.
Aegon follows your eyeline. âAemond went the other way, I guess. Always so pathetically desperate for their approval. Scrabbling for crumbs of it like a rat. Thatâs what the thing with Alys was all about, itâs the only explanation I have. Older woman, surrogate mother, comforting but chilly, fawning but forbidden, always keeping him at an armâs length and rewarding his tricks with treats.â He smirks flirtatiously, then sees that heâs hurt you. âOh, um, I meanâŠlook, it wasnâtâŠit wasnât a good thing, you know? He wasnât happy. It was a seven-year-long psychotic episode, not a relationship.â
âYou mentioned that Criston likes Aemond,â you say, pivoting. âTheâŠwhat is he? A family friend, an assistant?â
âMy motherâs personal security guard. And yeah, he cares about Aemond. Heâs proud of him, he trust him, he thinks heâs more capable than any of the rest of us, and thatâs probably true. Itâs definitely true compared to me. But that doesnât mean Criston always knows how to express it.â
You look out over the water, trying not to imagine Aemond touching Alys, this woman you hate without knowing her face. You wonder if he ever wishes you were more like her: older, clever, entrancing, masterful. âIt must have been a strange way to grow up.â
âCold,â Aegon says. âHollow. Holidays, birthdays, vacations, everything. You go through the motions but somethingâs always missing. When youâre little, you think itâs your fault, and then eventually you realize that theyâre going to be miserable whether youâre there or not. But you can get out if youâre willing to run far enough.â He scratches at his forearm, and your eyes catch fleetingly on the black ink of his tattoo: Itâs not over âtil youâre underground. You had told Rio something similar when you were stranded on that transmission tower in Catawissa, Pennsylvania. âThis is fucked up, and I donât mean that I donât feel bad about what happened to Jace, and I get that millions of people have died agonizing deaths, and that all sucks, believe me, I know, but thisâŠâ He gestures vaguely, to the zombies and the desolation and the collapse of everything youâve ever known. âIt was kind of my Get Out Of Jail Free card. And in a weird wayâŠsometimes I feel like Iâve been happier since the world ended than I ever was before.â
You smile. You know what he means. âEven if your leg gets infected and we have to saw it off without anesthesia like youâre a Civil War soldier?â
Aegon laughs and shakes his head, his hair flopping around. Itâs almost long enough for him to have a man bun like Creganâs if he wanted one âNo, probably not. Also, whatâs the Civil War?â
âForget it.â
âNo, now I want to know.â
âItâs kind of a long story.â
âAemond said something interesting this morning while you were picking blackberries with our favorite Trump supporter,â Aegon tells you, salacious and sly, offering a tantalizing morsel he knows youâre powerless to refuse. He pauses and waits for you to admit it to yourself.
âFine. Okay. What?â
âHe said that when you and Cregan are standing next to each other, you look like you belong together.â
You groan, quite loudly. âI have zero interest in Cregan romantically. Literally zero. I donât think he sees me that way either.â
Aegon shrugs. âThe dating pool is awfully small nowadays, Banana Chip. Anyone whoâs not a corpse or an immediate blood relative starts to look tasty.â
âSo thatâs why you like me.â
Aegon grins, teeth he shows often and easily, so unlike Aemond in every way. âNo. I think Iâd like you anywhere.â He tugs languidly on his fishing pole. âI want a new golf club.â He forgot his at the house in Broken Bow where Jace died.
âWeâll see.â
âI want new shoes too.â One of his Sperry Bahama sneakers was burned beyond repair and filled with shreds of his own singed flesh, scraps like soft bacon fused with the padding and insole. âAnd some polos.â
âIâm not a Big Lots.â
âWho the fuck shops at Big Lots?â Aegonâs fishing line jerks, and he yanks hard on the pole before reeling in his catch. Suspended at the end is a long green creature, yellowish spots and a villainous angular face. âThat is one ugly bitch.â
âItâs a pike,â you say, and then when you grab it you observe that the misfortunate fish has the barb of the hook piercing not through its lip but one of its bulging, glassy eyes. âOh my God!â
Aegon squeals, horrified. He offers no meaningful assistance. âThatâs so gross, thatâs so gross, what are we going to do?!â
âWe have to, like, I donât know, grab the back of the hook from inside its mouth and pull it out of the eyeball, I guessâŠ?!â
âYeah, awesome. Good luck with that.â
You reach tentatively into the pikeâs gaping mouth. Its jaws snap shut, needlelike teeth stinging your wrist. âOw!â
âCregan!â Aegon bellows. âCregan, help!â
Now the others are running to the boat launch to see whatâs going on, Helaena and Rhaena from the shore, everyone else from the lake, Luke helping Baela wring the water from her sundress and Ice galloping alongside Cregan. He gets a look at the pike and guffaws, loud and rumbling.
âPoor little guy. Thatâs some bad luck heâs got.â
âCan you get the hook out?â you ask, eager to surrender the fish, which is still thrashing franticly and gnashing its teeth, mindless cold-blooded death throes.
âOf course I can.â Cregan plucks the pike from your grasp, shoves his massive hand into its mouth, and rips the hook out with one effortless maneuver. The pike is freed, but its eyeball remains speared on the hook. Then Cregan spies blood on your wrist. âYou okay there, Miss Chips?â
âOh yeah. Iâm fine.â
âFreaking disgusting, man,â Aegon mutters; he and Rio are ogling the disembodied eyeball, complete with a frayed optic nerve like a tail, with identical, stunned revulsion.
You turn to smile up at Aemond, but he doesnât notice you. He is staring at Cregan, his sole blue eye narrow and fixed and flat like still water.
~~~~~~~~~~
âThe closest town is Ogallala,â Aegon says as he lays his map across the wooden picnic table. The rest of you are seated around him and picking flaky white meat from between the thin, fragile bones of the pike, which Cregan has gutted and cooked on the large metal grill that careless camping families once roasted marshmallows and hotdogs over. Helaena is at the edge of the table and writing in her spider notebook, elegant loops of cursive. Ice is lying on her belly and gnawing on a rabbit she killed for herself, its doomed black eyes gazing up at you.
âThat has to be what, ten miles south?â Rio says apprehensively.
Aegon licks grease from his fingers. âYup. A little more, probably.â
âWhat about Lemoyne?â Daeron says, pointing. âOr Keystone, or even Belmar? Theyâre all closer.â
âSee how small the names are written?â Aegon tells him. âThat means theyâre not actual communities. Theyâre like a few stop signs and maybe a Dollar General and thatâs it.â
âI love Dollar General,â Cregan says, nostalgic. âMan, do yâall remember Chicken in a Biskit? I used to park myself in front of the tv and eat boxes and boxesââ
âIt has to be Ogallala,â Aemond insists. âWe need pharmacies and grocery stores and cars to siphon gas from, we need a real town.â
Rhaena chews her lower lip anxiously. âThe Tahoe is empty. We have maybe half a gallon left and thatâs it. Just enough to get down to Ogallala if weâre lucky, but not back.â
âSo weâll drive until it dies and then weâll walk. Cregan has a gas can in the back, if we find fuel we can bring some back to the Tahoe and continue from there.â
âWalk, huh?â Aegon says, looking down at his bandaged left leg, which he canât put any weight on. He gets around by hopping, leaning against other people (oftentimes against their will), and being carried by Rio.
âWell, youâre not going,â Aemond tells him. âAnd Baela isnât either.â
Baela, gazing blankly down at the map, says nothing. A brown striped snake darts through the grass only a few feet from the picnic table, moving swiftly towards the lake, and there are alarmed gasps and yelps.
âNorthern water snake,â Helaena says, glancing up from her notebook. âNot venomous.â
âGood,â Rhaena replies with a shudder.
Luke says fearfully as he reads the map: âAemond, last time we went into a town that big was Broken Bow, andâŠJaceâŠthe farmhouseâŠâ
Aemond slams his fists down on the table. âWe have to, okay? We need food and water. We need bullets. I need more pain meds and bandages for Aegon, I need antiseptic and Neosporin, and Vaseline for when heâs healing, and supplies for when Baela goes into labor too, since Iâve had to use everything I had saved.â
âWe need pads and tampons too,â Helaena says as she examines the black-ink inventory in her notebook. âAnd Advil, lip balm, bars of soap, hair ties, and socks and underwear. And that green jelly aloe vera stuff for Aegonâs sunburn.â
âYeah, exactly,â Aemond agrees. âWe need a lot of things. And we have to refuel so we can keep moving west.â
âWe could stay here,â Baela says, so softly that at first you arenât sure if you heard her right.
âWhat, Baela?â Rhaena asks gently.
âI want to stay here.â Baela is more resolute now. âI want to have the baby here.â
Nobody knows how to respond. Rio gives you a troubled glance. You nod in agreement, so subtly you doubt anyone else notices. Not an option.
Aemond is calm but unwavering. âBaela, Iâm sorry, but thatâs not possible.â
She pleads her case. âI like the Winnebago. I like the lake. Iâm comfortable here, and weâre out in the middle of nowhere, and IâŠI think we could make this our home for a while, now that weâve found someplace like this. Someplace quiet and safe.â
âWeâre not safe here, Baela,â Aemond says. âIt feels like weâre safe, but weâre not. We arenât a big enough group to reliably be able to defend ourselves. We donât have adequate supplies. We have a lake to our backs, sure, but the rest of the shoreline is open for anybody to walk right into, and our visibility is blocked by trees. No one has stumbled across us yet, but that doesnât mean they wonât. And if they do weâre extremely vulnerable. But when we get to the west coast, weâll be home.â
âIâm tired of running. Iâm tired of being afraid.â
âI understand. I am too.â
âItâs different,â Baela says, abruptly fierce. âYou donât know what this feels like. None of you do. Iâve never given up and Iâve never asked to be taken care of, Iâve always been the strong one, but Iâm so goddamn tired, and I want to have my baby here, and IâŠIâŠâ Her large dark eyes are glistening, haunted. âEvery time weâre driving I feel like I see him sitting next to me, or standing out in the middle of the road, and then I have to remember what happened all over again, andâŠI justâŠI donât want to do this anymore.â
Rhaena takes Baelaâs hands in her own, skims her thumbs across Baelaâs knuckles; Luke rubs her back reassuringly. The rest of you can only offer silent, pitying looks. There are no easy answers, no fortuitous gold strikes, no shortcuts. The only way out is through.
âWhatever you guys decide, Iâm leaving either way,â Rio says. âSophieâs waiting for me in Oregon. I canât just hang out in Nebraska forever. Iâll walk if I have to.â
âItâs over a thousand miles,â Aegon tells him.
âDoesnât matter, man. I gotta do it.â
You add: âObviously, Iâd have to go with Rio.â
Both Aemond and Aegon appear startled. âWeâll be on the road again soon,â Aemond promises. âTomorrow, if we can find gas in Ogallala.â
âIâm not going,â Baela whispers.
âWe have to, Baela,â Rhaena implores. âItâll be alright. Weâll take care of you, and the baby too when the time comes.â
Baela stands, strides to the Winnebago, disappears inside and slams the door behind her.
âSheâll be okay,â Rhaena tells the rest of you. âSheâsâŠyou know, sheâs shaken up. Sheâs not thinking clearly. But sheâll realize this was the right decision. The only decision, really.â
âItâs best if we can get set up somewhere permanent before she goes into labor,â Aemond says, as if heâs defending himself. âTraveling with a babyâŠBaela recoveringâŠit would be very dangerous for all of us.â
âLuke and I are thinking the same things, Aemond. We agree with you.â
He gives Rhaena an appreciative smile, very small but sincere. Then he turns to Daeron. âBaela and Aegon will have to wait here when I go south to Ogallala, since they canât walk in the event the Tahoe runs out of gas. Youâre going to stay behind to protect them.â
âGot it,â Daeron says soberly. All the bullets are gone; his compound bow, fed with arrows fashioned from sticks, is the best weapon you have left. Cregan has his axe, Rio still prefers to bash skulls with the butt of his Remington shotgun, everyone else must make do with hunting knives from that cellar back in Pennsylvania and kayak paddles found here at Lake McConaughy.
Aemond looks around the table. âIâll need Rio, Cregan, and Luke.â
âAnd our beloved furball Blue Raspberry Icee,â Aegon says, smirking. âTo sniff out any zombies.â
âYes. Ice too.â
âWhat about me?â you say, staring incredulously at Aemond.
âNot you. Youâre staying here in the RV.â
âIf you and Rio are going, Iâm going.â
âNo, youâre not,â Aemond says. âYouâre the best shot, and we all agree about that, but weâre fresh out of bullets. You therefore have no advantage tactically.â
âWhatâs Lukeâs advantage?â
There are awkward chuckles. Aemond leaves the picnic table and gestures for you to follow him. âCan I talk to you for a minute?â
âWhy?â
Aemond doesnât answer; he keeps walking until heâs hidden amongst a small grove of Kentucky coffeetrees, oval emerald leaves and umber seed pods that hang from branches, reminding you of skate egg casesâwhat some people call mermaidâs pursesâyou once found washed up on the beach outside Djibouti City. Rio teases you: âOhhh, youâre in troubleeeâŠâ
You swat him on the back of the head; his hair is getting long too, dark curls that flutter in the breeze that comes in off the lake, hot and humid, the infinite wildness of July. âIf Iâm not going, you have to swear that youâllââ
âI got it, I got it,â Rio says, blasĂ© and jolly. âIâll look underneath things, Iâll look on top of things, Iâll look everywhere. Okay?â
Aegon kicks him with his good foot. âGet me a golf club.â
âIâm not a Dickâs!â
âDicks?! Who brought up dicks, you sickoâŠ?!â
You go after Aemond and meet him in the shade, an island of twilight in the omnipotent golden morning. He pushes you against one of the Kentucky coffeetreesârough bark to your back, prodding you through your t-shirtâand nuzzles your throat as he presses his hips to yours, blissful clandestine surrender as your knees weaken and you gaze dizzily up into the canopy of leaves.
You sigh: âThis is not an explanation. This is a distraction. A very enjoyable one, but a distraction nonetheless.â
âDaeron is good with a bow, but heâs young,â Aemond murmurs. âI need you to help him protect the others.â
âYouâve managed to make this sound like a promotion.â
âAnd,â Aemond continues. âWhen things get risky and chaotic, and Iâm trying to make sure everyone is safeâŠI find you being around to beâŠdistracting.â
âRio doesnât think Iâm a distraction.â
He chuckles, avoidant. âThatâs not an equivalent situation.â
âI get that Luke has binoculars, but I am also perfectly capable of using binoculars, and I could borrow his and he could stay here. I really donât think heâd mind being benched, heâd probably prefer itââ
âI always ask you to stay near Rio, and you never do, and then I have to worry about you getting lost or bitten or imperiled in any one of a million other ways.â
âBecause itâs not that simple! Rio gets it, I have to be able to improviseââ
Suddenly, Aemond pulls away and asks: âDo you trust me?â
You are bewildered. âWhat?â
âBecause I could understand if you donât.â
You search his scarred face; he has that look like heâs trying not to reveal too much of himself, to show that heâs nervous or vulnerable or afraid. You touch your palm to his ravaged cheek, your voice soft. âI trust you, Aemond.â
He seems relived. âGood. Then please stay here.â
âYouâll watch out for Rio?â you say threateningly.
âOf course.â
âAnd yourself too.â
He grins, those small secretive teeth he loves to hide. âThatâs the plan.â
âAnd youâll check under things and on top of things, and youâll remember what I said about the racks? When you go into stores and youâre rummaging throughâ?â
Aemond kisses you, warm and slow and kind, the curve of his lips pleased and mischievous. âItâs flattering that youâre so concerned.â
âAnd donât forget the pads and tampons.â
His scarred eyebrow rises half an inch. âOh?â
âIâm already having pre-period cramps. Iâll need supplies in a few days.â
âYouâll have them. Donât fear.â Then he studies you, concerned, his brow furrowing and his palm testing your cheek and forehead. âYou feeling okay? Youâre sure thatâs all it is?â
âOh yeah, totally. Itâs very routine at this point, Iâve had a decade to get accustomed.â
âAlright. If thereâs anything else you think of before we head out, Iâll add it to the list.â He takes your hand and examines the shallow scratches left on your wrist by the needlelike teeth of the pike. âLet me clean and wrap that up for you. I think I have just enough bandages left.â
âYour worst nightmare came true,â you joke. âI was bitten after all.â
Aemond doesnât laugh, doesnât even smile.
~~~~~~~~~~
Itâs long after nightfall and you and Aegon are keeping watch just outside the Winnebago Spirit, slumped in folding camping chairs people once told their legends from: scary stories, workplace grievances, familial mythology. In the firepit, logs split and pop, and embers glow a bloody red. Youâre waiting for the Tahoe to return and trying not to think about the possibility it might not.
âThese suck,â Aegon says, garbled by a mouthful of Cheddar Whales, grimacing at the bright blue box. âWhy do you and Rio eat these? Theyâre likeâŠdodgy Goldfish.â
âAre you kidding?! Theyâre way better than Goldfish! Goldfish donât taste like anything.â
âAnd Cheddar Whales taste like salty cardboard. The American Dream.â Aegon passes the box back to you. âThey better come back with some SpaghettiOs or Rice-A-Roni or something. I canât survive on Creganâs overcooked fish.â He lights a Marlboro Gold cigarette by sticking it into the fire and takes a deep drag, looking up at the stars. Aemond gave him the last of the morphine before he left, and Aegon is floating on a feathery, narcotic cloud.
You say after at last working up the nerve: âSo youâre a slut, right?â
He snickers, firelight dancing on his sunburned face. âSlut, loser, youâve got me all figured out.â
âSorry. I didnât mean it like that.â
âYeah, I guess Iâm a slut. Why?â
âHave you ever had troubleâŠâ Your hands flail around aimlessly; itâs so awkward to say out loud. âYou knowâŠgetting it in?â
âNo, not really. But Iâm hung like a hamster.â He looks over at you, curious shimmering stoned blue eyes. âTechnical difficulties, Chip And Dip? Not enough dipping going on?â
âForget it. I shouldnât have said anything.â
âYouâre probably just nervous. Aemondâs a doctor, heâd be able to tell if you had something wonky down there, like those chicks who are born without a vagina. Or with two vaginas. Jesus Christ, can you imagine the possibilities? Why canât I meet someone like that?â
You stare into the fire, discouraged. âIâm going to ruin everything.â
âI wouldnât worry about that. Aemond will assume itâs his fault. He thinks everything is his fault.â
Through the darkness, you spot headlights bobbing as the Tahoe approaches on bumpy dirt roads. âOh, thank God. Theyâre back.â
âAbout time. If Rio didnât find me a new golf club, Iâm going to drown him in the lake.â
âHe could break you in half.â
âBut he wouldnât.â
âNo.â
âBecause he likes me too much.â
âRight.â
âMaybe you like me too,â Aegon says as he exhales smoke, his glazed eyes listing to you, his grin crooked and drowsy. âJust a little bit.â
You smile reluctantly. âI might.â
âCool.â He beams up at the stars, and then says again: âCool.â
As the massive SUV rolls to a halt, the headlights cascading over you and so bright theyâre nearly blinding, you notice the red letters on the grill: GMC. âThatâs not the Tahoe,â you say, panicked.
âWhat? Then who is it?â
âI donât know.â You stand up, instinctively reaching for one of your M9s; but theyâre both empty. All the guns are. Your hand drops to your side.
Aegon, unable to rise on his own, remains in his chair and grips the armrests tightly. He whispers: âShould we go insideâŠ?!â
âTheyâve already seen us. But they donât know whoâs in the RV.â Rhaena, Baela, Helaena. With a shiver like a bolt of cold lightning, you recall what Aemond said at the bowling alley back in Shenandoah, Ohio: I donât want them to know we have women with us.
The GMC Yukon is still running when two men step out, the headlights disorientingly bright. They are both armed, you see immediately, pistols that youâd guess are Colts. Aegonâs hand juts out and closes around your forearm as the strangers approach. They are both young, maybe twenty, and wearing jeans, camo jackets, and baseball hats like theyâre going hunting. They stand in the yellow-white glow of the headlights as they watch you.
âHi,â you say congenially, forcing a smile.
The men glance at each other, then one greets you with a nod. âHowdy.â
âWeâre set up here,â you say. âBut itâs a big campground. Youâre welcome to any of the other spots.â
The man who spoke earlier chuckles and scratches at his short beard. You steal a glimpse back at Aegon: his eyes are huge and horrified.
âItâs real quiet on the lake,â you continue. âWe havenât had any problems, and weâve been here a few days. Itâs a good place. Weâre happy to share it. We donâtâŠâ You deliberate what words to use. âWe arenât interested in making trouble. We just want to be left alone.â
The man replies: âI camped here every single summer growing up, learned to fish here, swam in the water with my cousins, brought my girlfriends here to fuck. And now youâre inviting me to stay? Youâre not from here. I can tell by your accent. This is my backyard. Youâre the one who should be asking for permission.â
Aegon is making a low, whimpering sound; his fingernails are digging into the defenseless, downy underside of your forearm. âWe donât have anything of value,â you say, your voice trembling.
âUh huh.â The strangerâs gaze flicks to the Winnebago.
âWe found it. Thereâs no gas, no keys. Two of the tires are flat. Itâs just shelter.â
âWho else is in the RV?â
âNo one.â
The second man is squinting at Aegon. âIs he a cripple?â
âHe was burned. Thatâs why weâre resting here for a while, so he can heal.â
The first man points to the bandage on your wrist. âDid you try to kill yourself? My neighbor did that when her kid got eaten. Slit her veins open out in the middle of the street. Bad scene.â
âI got mauled by a fish,â you reply numbly.
He laughs, a slow, rolling, mocking sort of sound, not taking his eyes off you. Then they drop to the Beretta M9s you have holstered at your waist. âAre those loaded?â
âYes.â
He signals to the nearest Kentucky coffeetree. âProve it. Shoot that tree.â You stare at its trunk, stark in the headlights of the strangersâ SUV. Long seconds tick by, the only sound the idling of the engine and the crackling of the firepit. âYou canât,â the man says, grinning. âBecause youâre out of bullets. But Iâm not.â
He raises his pistol and fires, a thunderclap, a mechanical roar. A small circular wound appears in the tree. Aegon shrieks and tries to stand; he tumbles to the earth when the raw, weeping flesh beneath his bandages betrays him. The RV door flies open and Daeron is the first one out, clutching his compound bow but still blinking his way out of the dreams he was jolted from. He wonât be able to nock one of his makeshift arrows before they shoot him.
âWhat the hellâs going onâ?!â
âDrop it!â the stranger shouts, and both he and his companion aim their pistols at Daeron. He freezes. Baela, Rhaena, and Helaena exit the RV and begin screaming, clinging to each other.
âDo what they ask,â you tell Daeron, trying to remain calm. With great hesitancy, he sets his bow on the earth and puts his empty palms in the air. There are hunting knives inside the RV, you think. Where did we store them? In a drawer, in a cabinet?
The men are now herding you all into the RV, jabbing the barrels of their pistols against your backs and bellies. âLetâs go, everybody in,â the first one says. The second man hooks an arm forcefully under one of Aegonâs and drags him through the threshold, Aegon yowling as his burned leg smacks against the doorframe. The second man forces Aegon and Daeron to kneel on the floor at the front of the RV near the driverâs seat; the other one arranges the women at gunpoint, instructing you to squeeze together to sit in a row on the floral couch. Helaenaâfarthest from you and closest to the kitchenette boothâis sobbing and covering her ears. Rhaena appears to be hyperventilating. Baelaâs head is held high, her face furious and defiant.
Aemond, Rio, Cregan, please come backâŠ
âNow this is interesting,â the first man is saying to his friend. He uses his pistol to indicate to each of you. âWeâve got G.I. Jane, this delicate little sweetheart, a pregnant lady, and Cinderella. Where should we beginâŠ?â
You glance at Rhaena, catch her wide frenzied eyes, then look meaningfully at the drawers across the aisle near the kitchenette stove and sink. Knife? you mouth.
It takes her a moment to realize what you mean, then she inclines her head, an elusive nod. She remembers where they are, where they were stored once she cleaned them this afternoon in the lake water. Thatâs good; but in order for Rhaena to grab a large serrated hunting knife, the men will need to be distracted.
âThereâs a bed in the back,â the second man is saying. âI can see it from here, down the hallwayâŠâ
Your gaze is darting around the Winnebago. Aegon is yelling something; the second man pistol-whips him, fortunately not hard enough to fracture his skull.
âDonât worry,â the first man tells Aegon, background noise you try to ignore as you search for an opportunity. âYouâll get to watchâŠâ
Helaena is trying to get your attention, staring at you with her wide, gleaming blue eyes. You furrow your brow at her, not understandingâŠand then you see the burlap strap sheâs looped around her wrist. Her messenger bag must be in the kitchenette booth beside her. And as you watch, and only for a second, she arranges her fingers in the shape of a gun.
The Ruger, you realize, amazed, that tiny revolver she was always so repelled by. Helaena never used it, but she still has it. And itâs loaded.
Baela is arguing with the men, words you tune out. Helaena points to you, but you shake your head. Thereâs no way for her to get the Ruger to you without them seeing. You mouth to Helaena, your face severe: You have to do it. Then you look to the first man, presently waving his pistol in Baelaâs face.
âIâd like to go first,â you say casually, and all the noise stops.
âNo, no, no, Iâll do it,â Aegon tells the men. âYou want a blowjob? You want to fuck me in the ass? Iâm down. Iâm not scared of no dick. I experimented in college.â
Both strangers burst into hysterical laughter. âThatâs a mighty generous offer,â the second one says, swiping a tear from his eye. âBut thatâs not the team weâre on, is it, Wesley?â
The first man, Wesley, is smiling down at you. His gaze sweeps over your body, from your bare feet to your eyes, calm and level. âWhy do you want to go first, darling?â
Shoot him, Helaena. Shoot him right now. âIâve never done it before. I figure I should give it a try before itâs too late.â
Helaena whips the Ruger out of her burlap messenger bag and opens fire. She winces each time it goes off, and her aim is terrible; bullets pierce the ceiling and the walls, striking nowhere near Wesley or his accomplice, but their panicked ducking buys valuable seconds. Daeron and Aegon tackle the man closest to them and wrestle the pistol from his hands. Aegon presses the barrel to his skull, pulls the trigger, kills him instantly. Rhaena flies to one of the drawers and yanks out a hunting knife ten inches long. She buries it in Wesleyâs throat, the blade disappearing until the hilt rests on his collarbone. When she rips it free, scarlet blood jets from his severed carotid artery, spraying you, soaking you. Blood is in your eyes and nostrils, hot coppery carnage; when you scream, you can taste it in your mouth.
People are reaching for you and telling you to calm down, that theyâll help you, but you canât wait. You use your t-shirt to mop as much of the blood as you can from your face and bolt through the door of the RV, running towards the lake. You drop to your knees on the sand and splash yourself, cool moonlit rivulets that wash the blood away. Youâre trembling, youâre crying, and when somebody grabs you by the arm you scream and strike out at them, clawing like an animal.
âItâs me,â Aemond says, and only then do you get a good look at him, blood and lake water beading on your eyelashes. Heâs wiping blood off your face with his palms, heâs inspecting you for fresh wounds. âDonât fight, itâs me, itâs me, whose blood is this, what happenedâ?!â
âYou were right,â Baela says to Aemond from where she stands on the sand, a hand resting on her belly. Drifting from the RV are the voices of the others who have just returned: Rio, Cregan, Luke. âWeâre not safe here.â
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The next night, rain falls as you lie entangled with Aemond in the attic bedroom of a ranch house in Red Desert, Wyoming, flashing lightning and flickering candles illuminating bare skin. You are kissing feverishly, your hands all over each other, and Aemond is pushing himself into you; or, rather, he is trying to. There is pain, and you can feel your body turning treasonous, rejecting him, shrinking away from him, fearing that youâll never be able to satisfy him.
No, no no noâŠ
His voice is hushed and gentle as his lips brush your ear. âHey, youâre shaking, why are you shaking?â
âIâm okay, Iâm fine, keep going.â And then, when he stops: âNo, Aemond, donâtââ
âIâm not going to hurt you.â
âYou have to. Iâll be okay, I promise.â
Instead, he lies down beside you and turns your face to his, fingerprints on the slope of your jaw. He asks again, more firmly: âWhy are you shaking?â
All the walls and arches of you collapse, stones tumbling to crack against the earth. You are suddenly fighting tears. Your words come out in a whisper. âI want this to be real.â
He studies your face, distressed. âWhat are you talking about?â
âI donât want to ruin it. I donât want to lose you. I never thought Iâd have something like this and now Iâm so afraid of fucking it up.â
âIâm not going anywhere.â
âThatâs what Jace thought.â
Aemond pulls you against his chest and holds you as you sink through him into dark, cold, watery dreams, and doesnât make any more promises he canât keep.
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âWhat time is it on the East Coast right now?â you ask Rio. Itâs May and almost a hundred degrees every day in Djibouti Cityâarid, rainless, sun glare and dust that sting your eyesâso the Navy has you building at night when they wonât have to deal with quite so many Seabees dropping over from heatstroke. Outside the day is turning to a soft lavender dusk and your shift will begin soon. You are dressedâsand-colored t-shirt, camo pants, work bootsâand toweling off your hair, still wet from the shower.
Rio is sprawled across the floor of your room, taking up almost all of it; housing at Camp Lemonnier consists of converted shipping containers, each outfitted with its own perpetually whirring air conditioning unit. He is reading Fifty Shades Of Grey. âLike seven hours behind here, so early afternoon, I guess.â Then he looks up at you, suspicious. âWhy?â
âI should probably call.â
âShould you really?â
âI want to. Iâll feel guilty if I donât.â
Rio shakes his head and returns his attention to his reading material. âIâm not going to tell you what to do.â
âYou love telling me what to do.â
âI wish you loved listening.â He flips a page, puzzled. âWhy the fuck does Sophie like this book so muchâŠ?â
You open Facebook Messenger on your phone and make a call. The wifi isnât good for videos, but old-fashioned audio calls usually work okay. There is an answer on the fourth ring.
âYeah?â she says, and you can hear the entire house when she turns on speakerphone: the squeaking of the recliner, the droning of a talk show, indistinct speech and chuckling from other people, glassâcups, bottles, baking dishes, ashtraysâclinking sharply.
âHi, Mama! Happy Motherâs Day!â
âAw, ainât you sweet to call.â And you are testing her voice like water from a tap, icy cold, hot enough to scald. At the moment, Mama sounds perfectly lukewarm. âI didnât count on hearing from you. I know how busy you are.â
Thatâs a landmine that you step gingerly around. âWe definitely have a lot going on here, and thereâs the time difference and everythingâŠbut I wanted to make sure to say hi, even if I canât talk for long. What are you up to today?â
âOh, nothing much.â You hear her smoking: breathe in, breathe out, a cunning sort of pause as she decides how to proceed. Of course there were no extravagant festivities planned. Nothing ever felt like a real holiday at home: Mama getting sloshed and burning the turkey on Thanksgiving, Christmas presents that had to be returned for grocery and gas money, fistfights and doors ripped off hinges on New Yearâs Eve. You had decided years ago that Hallmark channel magic was pure fictionâŠbut sometimes you get glimpses of it now. Thanksgiving dinner in some unceremonious chow hall with Rio and your other friends feels more like a holiday than anything else youâve ever known. âYou still in Africa?â
âItâs Djibouti, Mama, I told you. Itâs on the Horn. Across the sea is Yemen and Saudi Arabia.â
âWhy canât they put yâall to work in your own goddamn country?â
âWell, we do that too sometimes.â You stall, listening to her smoking. Rio glances up at you from where heâs still reading on the floor. âThey have some incredible beaches here. Yesterday morning we went down to the water and there were all these cute kids playing, and they only spoke French but Rio showed them how to play tic-tac-toe by drawing a board in the sandââ
âI like the beach,â she says, and you know youâve made a mistake. âYou remember that?â
Deflated now: âYeah, Mama. I remember. Are the boys going to take you to Virginia Beach this summer?â
She scoffs. âWeâll see, but I doubt it. Itâs expensive, girl.â
You sigh deeply. Rio was right. I shouldnât have called. âWe talked about this. I need to be saving up to get my own house one day, and my own car, and all those things Iâll need to have a life when I get out of the Navyââ
âAnd what about my house?!â Mama cries, damn near wails. âIâm gonna lose it! I canât make the payments!â
You reply calmly: âMama, thatâs your house. Thatâs your business. And youâve got more than one kid still living at home long after theyâve turned eighteen, so they need to be the people youâre asking to help, not me.â
âYouâre gonna let your Mama be homeless? Is that what you called to tell me on Motherâs Day? What the hell kind of daughter are you?â
âI got out!â you shout into the phone, and Rio is scrambling off the floor to rush to you. âIâm learning things and Iâm making money and Iâm building schools and hospitals on the other side of the fucking planet, and you canât be proud of me because you think it means youâve failed, but the truth is that you could have gotten out too! All of you could have! But you didnât, it was me, it was just me, and now you hate me for it!â
âYou need to come home now,â Mama says. âYou gotta take care of me, take care of your Mama. You only got one and she needs you, so you gotta heed me. Thatâs whatâs right.â
âI am not going to spend the rest of my life watching you get wasted in that filthy house, and Iâd work where, at the Dollar General? At Arbyâs? And get knocked up by the first guy who shows any interest?â
âYouâre giving me heart palpitations. Iâm gonna have to go to the emergency room and itâs all your fault.â
Rio is whispering into your other ear, one of his massive palms resting on the back of your neck: âJust hang up. Itâs not worth it. You can hang up, just hang upâŠâ
âI want things to be normal,â you tell Mama, you plead, tears stinging in your eyes. âIâve tried so hard to get along with everyone, and help you as much as I can, but no matter what I do itâs not enough, and youâre always mad at me, and youâre always fighting with meââ
âYouâre damn right Iâm fighting with you, because youâre a spiteful, selfish child.â
âHang up,â Rio is murmuring. âHang up, hang up, hang upâŠâ
âMama,â you say, your voice strangled. âIâm sorry. I have to go now.â
âWhen Iâm homeless, you know you got no one but yourself to blameââ
You hit the red button to end the call, throw your phone down onto the bed, stare at the wall and swallow noisily, choking back sobs. You wonât let yourself cry. Youâve cried enough for them already. You have to keep moving forward. The only way out is through. âYou were right,â you say to Rio at last, quiet and raspy. Your hands are trembling. âI shouldnât have called.â
âHey.â He grabs your face roughly, forces you to look at him with your miserable shimmering eyes, grins hugely. âIâm your mom now, bitch.â
You laugh as tears spill down your cheeks, let him bury you in one of his smothering bear hugs, cling to him like a life raft in a storm.
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Unspoken Feelings...
part 4.
social media au: Charlie Bushnell x Fem!Actress!Reader
| Y/N |
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Liked by Iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, roseyposey, aryansimhadri and others
y/n- Huge shoutout to @Iamcharliebushnell for being an amazing person and an even better best friend. We've been through so much together this past year and I love you so so much. You will always have a special place in my heart until the day we die. Me and you Charlie, Always and Foreverâ€ïžđđ
Iamcharliebushnell- Always and Forever me and you pretty girl. I love you so much. Your my bestfriend and My future đ You will also always have a special place in my heart and I will always be there for you. Through your ups and downs, high's and lows. Through your accomplishments and your failures. I love YOU, so much and I appreciate everything about you.
âȘwalker.scobell- This is sooo cute!
âȘy/n- dw, your next walker!â€ïž
âȘwalker.scobell- yayayayayayayaya!!
dior.n.goodjohn- Awwwww, your friendship is actually adorable!
âȘy/n- thankssss! I love him so much!
âȘdior.n.goodjohn- Oh honey, I know....đ
âȘy/n- stop.
roseyposey- ooooo, what's Dior implying????? Hmmm y/n?
âȘy/n- girl, you don't start LOL!
âȘroseyposey- hehehehehehe
aryansimhadri- This is adorable:)
âȘy/n- thanks Aryan!
Iamcharliebushnell- Don't forget we have an interview tmr! I love you more btw
âȘy/n- yea! I didn't forget but thanks for the reminder! No I love you more!đĄ
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Liked by y/n, dior.n.goodjohn, leahsavajeffries, walker.scobell and others
Iamcharliebushnell- 2023 recap with @y/n. I think you guys can tell I spend the most of my time with her.
y/n- Can I just say that I took like half of these pictures if not all???
âȘIamcharliebushnell- Oh yes, creds and praise to you!
âȘy/n- stawpp, you know how I get when you praise me...đ€
âȘIamcharliebushnell- Your so cute pretty girl.
âȘy/n- gee thanksssđ«Łđ€
leahsavajeffries- I'm convinced you guys are dating, JUST COME OUT AND SAY IT ALREADY!!!!
âȘy/n- OMG YOU GUYS!
roseyposey- Do you know HOW BADLY I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!???
âȘIlovePjo1- OH GIRL WE KNOW! I NEED THEM!!!
âȘloveydoveydove- I AM SERIOUSLY NOT OKKKKKK!!!!!!!
walker.scobell- GUYS! I JUST GOT NEWS! That surprisingly only Dior knew?!!?!?!
âȘy/n- @dior.n.goodjohn YOU TOLD WALKER!!!!?????
âȘdior.n.goodjohn- IM SORRY BUT THAT'S LITTLE BRO RIGHT THERE! I coulnd't keep it from little bro! (plus he wouldn't stop bugging me)
âȘy/n- omggggg!!!!!
âȘIamcharliebushnell- Do I need to be informed on this little secret????
âȘy/n- NO CHARLIE! IT'S NOTHING! I'll tell you on my own time...
roseyposey- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT'S THISSS??????!!!!
loveydoveydove- THIS IS ACTUALLY CRAZYYYYYY
The Demigods
Tuesday, 4:21pm
My Pookie Charlieđ- Guy's what's going on???
Twinn!!đ- wdym???
My Pookie Charlieđ- This thing happening on Insta!!???
y/n- Ohhh it's nothing! Something about me and then only dior knew, so she told walker!
Little sisđŠ- HOW COME THE REST OF US DON'T KNWO!!??
My Pookie Charlieđ- Yea, I wanna know too
y/n- OMG, This is too much! Ughh Dior whyyyy!
Twinnđ- I'm sorry, I didn't expect Walker to say anything! Especially on social media of all places!
Seaweed BrainđȘž- I'M SORRY! I'M SOOOOO SORRY Y/N!
My Pookie Charlieđ- y/n, I'm gonna text you! Cuz what the hell is going on???
y/n- Omg Charlie I promise it's nothing...
Little sisđŠ- It's clearly not nothing if Waler made a big deal about it! If it's an embarrassing memory or photo then we won't judge
y/n- that's the thing, it's not any of those things! It's something personal that I trusted dior with. I'm not saying I can't trust any of you guys but I just wanted to keep it a secret with just me and dior. I'm not mad at you dior or walker. I was just scared to tell the rest of you...
My Pookie Charlieđ- Answer me. Now y/n.
Twinnđ- Again, I'm sorry pookie.
Seaweed BrainđȘž- I'm sorry too y/n.
My Pookie Charlieđ
Tuesday, 4:31pm
My Pookie Charlieđ- y/n?
My Pookie Charlieđ- Answer me
4:50pm
y/n- Yes Charlie?
My Pookie Charlieđ- What is going on? You can tell me anything. Always and forever remember?
My Pookie Charlieđ- Why are you keeping things from me?
y/n- I just don't know how to say it...
My Pookie Charlieđ- pretty girl please... just tell me
y/n- I'm sorry I can't... I love you, I do but I just can't tell you. Not yet at least...
My Pookie Charlieđ-Y/n...
My Pookie Charlieđ- cmon answer me!
5:15pm
My Pookie Charlieđ- y/n? ARE YOU OK!
My Pookie Charlieđ-Why aren't you answering me!
My Pookie Charlieđ- Answer my calls now!
My Pookie Charlieđ-cmon I need to know if your ok!
7:52pm
My Pookie Charlieđ- baby you're scaring me...
My Pookie Charlieđ- cmon pretty girl... please text me back
My Pookie Charlieđ- Are you ok????
Messages between Charlie and the groupchat...
The Demigods
8:11pm
My Pookie Charlieđ- Has anyone heard from y/n!!!???
Seaweed BrainđȘž- No, why?? WHAT HAPPENED!?
My Pookie Charlieđ- we were talking and then hours go by and i'm texting her and she's not responding!
Little sisđŠ- The last time I texted her was around 5:00, she didn't text me back tho. Is she ok?
My Pookie Charlieđ- I texted her 15 minutes later, she didn't respond. I can't drive to her hotel because I'm all the way in Vancouver.
Twinnđ- OMG! Maybe she's taking a break? Turned off her phone?
Seaweed BrainđȘž- I just tried to call her... straight to voicemail...
Twinnđ- I mean I'm the closest to her hotel, I'm 15 minutes away. Want me to go over there?
My Pookie Charlieđ- Please. My flight isn't going to arrive until 9:30, I won't get down there until around or after 11:00 today for our interview tomorrow. I'm omw to the airport now.
Twinnđ- i'm on my way now! i'll be there soon!
Back to you...
Your sitting there contemplating on whether or not you should really answer Charlie or not.
You finally turn back on your phone and see a whole bunch of worried and missed calls from Walker, Dior, Leah, and Charlie...
Oh god what have you done...
Just as you were about to call them back you hear a knock on the door... Who could that be?
Taglist: @lizziesfirstwife @angelicdanvers @prettyinsatiable @glorywielder101 @urmomsbananabread @repostingmyfavs @leo-lvr @csifandom @istillremberthefirstfallofsnow @reader-bookling123 @maryann2013 @angelinajolie0213 @rhydianissuperior @kneehe-nehar7
A/N: CLIFFHANGERRRRRRR! I'm so sorry! Lol, but I will be posting the next fic today, I'm so sorry it's taken so long!
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500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL
âSo you think my legs are just going to magically spread open for you?" I Andrei Svechnikov
Summary; Andrei is keen on asking you out, but considering the typical traits of famous hockey players, you've made a mental note never to be swept off your feet by any of them.
Tropes & warnings;Â No warnings; reader's working for the Carolina Hurricanes; sort of friends-to-lovers; just fluff really
Other notes; Alrighty babes, so next up for the 500 followers celebration we've got none other than #37 Andrei S. đ Truth be told, I wanted to do something like an enemies-to-lovers thing, but I just couldn't with this sweetheart đ Still, I hope you like it
Word count; 1.9K
Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie
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Another night. Another home game. Another round of work.
You had been working with the Carolina Hurricanes for a few years, and even though you were just an assistant helping with game preparations and clean-up, you felt like nothing less than a part of the hockey family. The players were always friendly, treating you like one of their own, and you simply enjoyed the camaraderie, the playful teasing, and the way they appreciated your hard work.
Some players had even grown closer to you than others, and one in particular stood out: Andrei Svechnikov. It wasn't just his skills on the ice but also how he seemed genuinely interested in you.
From the moment Andrei had seen your sweet smile, heâd been captivated. He admired how you handled your tasks with efficiency and grace, always ready with a kind word or a quick joke. And over time, his crush only grew stronger, yet he didnât know how to make a move. So he just watched you from the corner of his eye, noticing all the little things: the way you bit your lip when you were focused, the way you laughed with your whole body, and the way your eyes sparkled when you were amused. All these small details only intensified his feelings.
And while not entirely knowing how to handle his own feelings, he, like many young guys on the team, resorted to occasional flirting, trying to get your attention without coming on too strong. Heâd make sure to catch your eye during practice, offering a wink or a smile, and heâd find excuses to talk to you, asking for your help with something trivial just to hear your voice. Sometimes, heâd even leave small gifts in your work area â a protein bar, a coffee, a note with a silly drawing â always signed with a simple "A."
You, however, werenât easily impressed. You knew the reputation hockey players had and had no intention of becoming another story in their dating history. Youâd heard the tales of their exploits and the endless parade of girls vying for their attention, and you simply didnât need to be another notch on anyoneâs bedpost, least of all a professional athleteâs. Besides, you liked your job and didnât want to complicate things with a messy romance.
Yet, despite your resolve, there was something about Andrei that intrigued you. Maybe it was the way he seemed genuinely kind and respectful, never pushing boundaries. Or perhaps it was how he listened when you talked, giving you his full attention as if you were the only person in the room. There were even moments when you caught yourself watching him, appreciating the way he moved, the determination in his eyes, the easy grace with which he handled himself both on and off the ice.
But sill, you kept your guard up, distancing yourself with playful banter and cheeky remarks. Whenever he tried to flirt, youâd respond with a teasing comment, deflecting his advances with a laugh, as it was just easier that way, safer. You didnât want to risk getting hurt, and you certainly didnât want to become just another girl on his life.
Andrei, on the other hand, was determined to show you he wasnât like the rest. He was so much more, and his feelings for you meant something to him. He respected your boundaries, never pushing too hard, and always making sure you were comfortable. His patience was unwavering, and his interest in you was steadfast, so he wanted to prove that he was different and that he cared for you in a way that went beyond superficial attraction.
And the challenge only made him more determined, as he found himself thinking about you more and more. How could he show you that he was serious, that he was genuinely interested in who you were, not just what you looked like? It was a question that kept him up at night, but one he was determined to answer. So, he continued his quiet pursuit, hoping that one day, youâd see him for who he truly was.
However, your defence mechanism didnât make it easier for him. Your playful banter and cheeky remarks were a strategy that allowed you to maintain a comfortable distance. So when Andrei commented your work, it only made it more difficult for him to get past your walls. Every time he approached you with a compliment, youâd respond with a teasing, âCareful, Svechnikov, flattery may help with ladies out there, but in here, it will get you nowhere.â Even if he simply asked about your day, youâd throw in a cheeky, âWhy, planning to steal my job?â
It wasnât easy for Andrei to make a proper move on you, but as time went on, he kept his hopes high. He even practised a few English phrases that might help when the day finally came for him to ask you out.
And fortunately, that day wasnât too far away.
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One evening, as you were packing up equipment after a game, Andrei lingered nearby, as heâd often done before. The locker room was mostly empty, with the other players having already left or showered, and thatâs when he gathered the courage to approach you, his usual confidence mingling with a hint of nervousness.
"Hey, need any help with that?" he offered, his accent colouring his words charmingly.
You looked up, slightly surprised that he hadnât left like everyone else. "Oh, Andrei, you donât have to do that. Iâm almost done anyway." You flashed him a soft smile.
He couldnât help but smile in return, leaning against the doorway. "I donât mind. Besides, I wanted to talk to you."
And that made you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Oh? What about?"
Andrei hesitated for a moment before gently stepping closer to you, leaving only about a metre and a half between you. "I was wondering if youâd like to go out sometime. Just us. Maybe dinner?"
You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Why?"
It wasnât an immediate no, he thought to himself, though he felt a slight disappointment when you questioned his intentions.
"So we could spend some time alone together," he emphasised, trying to flash a confident smirk, hiding any hints of nervousness.
However, that only made you think one thing.
"What... is this a bet or something? You ask me out on a date, and you think my legs are just going to magically spread open for you?" You grinned slightly, convinced that the other boys had set him up to it or something.
Andrei's face immediately turned bright red, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. "No, no! Thatâs not what I meant at all. I just... I really like you y/n, and I want to get to know you better. Iâm not like what people say about hockey players. I promise."
You studied his face for a moment, trying to see any hints of falseness or sincerity in his eyes. And so, for a moment, you let your guard down, sensing he might actually be different. "Hmm⊠Alright, Andrei. One dinner. But if you try anything, youâll be back to carrying your own gear. Got it?"
He couldnât help but smile, a sense of relief washing over him. "Got it. Iâll be on my best behaviour."
And as you finished packing up, Andrei helped, and the two of you exchanged playful banter. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth giving a chance.
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The next day, you found yourself thinking about the upcoming dinner more than youâd like to admit. You replayed the conversation in your mind: the way his eyes lit up when you agreed, the genuine relief in his smile. And it was enough to make you wonder if perhaps you had been too quick to judge him.
And when the evening finally arrived, Andrei gallantly picked you up, looking more nervous than you had ever seen him.
âWow, you look⊠krasivayaâŠâ he muttered under his breath as his English failed him.
âThanks,â you smiled softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you felt your cheeks blush slightly at his compliment. âYou look quite good yourself.â
Standing there in the outfit youâd chosen for the night, it seemed that everything was suddenly changing, feeling more soft and romantic compared to the friendly banter youâd been playing at for months, if not years. Similarly, Andrei had chosen to dress up, trading his usual team gear for a smart, casual outfit that suited him well.Â
And aware of your fondness for casual dinners, the restaurant he had chosen was a cosy Italian place, far from the glitzy spots the players usually frequented. It was intimate, with soft lighting and a warm atmosphere that quickly put you both at ease.
Throughout the evening, you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. The conversation flowed easily, and you discovered sides of Andrei you hadnât seen before. And as the night went on, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you had been too quick to judge. Andrei was different from the image you had of a typical hockey player, and you couldnât help but feel a flicker of hope that this could actually be the start of something special.
Throughout dinner, he was nothing but attentive, asking questions and genuinely listening to your answers. He shared stories from his childhood in Russia, his journey to the NHL, and the challenges he faced along the way. In turn, you found yourself opening up more than you expected, sharing your own dreams and fears.Â
So when the evening slowly drew to a close, Andrei naturally walked you back to your place. And as often happens in situations like this, there was a moment of hesitation at your door, both of you lingering, not quite ready to say goodbye.
âI had a really good time tonight,â you admitted, surprising yourself with the honesty in your voice. Your eyes were locked on his, a new form of intimacy connecting you both as youâd enjoyed the evening more than youâd expected, just the two of you and away from hockey.
âSo did I,â Andrei replied, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He couldnât help but feel the intensity of the pull he felt towards you, yet he also reminded himself to be patient and, as heâd promised, be on his best behaviour. So, he restrained himself, settling to only imagine what itâd feel like having your lips against his. Instead, he took a deep breath before continuing, âI meant what I said, you know. I like you and want to get to know you better. Iâm not like what people say about hockey playersâat least, I try not to be.â
You couldnât suppress a timid smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. âIâm starting to believe that.â
It was the truth. The evening with Andrei had been nothing short of amazing, and the more you got to know him, the more you started to trust his intentions. And just like that, as if drawn by a magnetic pull, you slowly and very gently leaned in towards him, closing the small gap between you as you let your lips delicately touch his.
It was brief, almost innocent, as you shared this sweet, intimate moment. And as you then slowly pulled back, you couldnât help but bite your lip, mentally hoping that next time, he wouldnât be on his best behaviour.
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What Type of Kisser is Seventeen?
I am once again simply having Thoughtsâą. Warnings: đ€đ» suggestive in some places
S.Coups: Smiles and caresses your face before he brings you in. His lips command yours, and yet theyâre soft, almost reverent at the same time. Will whisper praises and sweet nothings to you in between each one. He will speed things up if one of you decides to use some tongue, an arm sliding down to encircle your waist. Please play with his hair while/after you kiss he really likes it.
Jeonghan: Leans in so gently, testing the waters by ghosting his lips over yours and smiling when you immediately respond. Slow but knows exactly what you like, each kiss giving him more and more data. Teasingly swipes his tongue over your lips just to see how you respond. Whether itâs shock or taking him up on it, heâll giggle about it when youâre separated again.
Joshua: Looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky before his lashes start to flutter, eyes falling closed. Joshua either takes you by your cheek, gently guiding your lips to his, or kissing him starts when he kisses your hand and moves all the way up your arm, neck, cheek, and finally his lips connecting with yours, sliding perfectly against them. Even manages to French you gently.
Jun: Acts like he isnât good at using his tongue, but once he starts getting comfortable youâll see that oh boy is that a lie. For someone not good at it he sure does it a fair bit đ€ Accidentally gets a little messy, oops! Either giggling or giving you the most intense stare ever when you pull apart, itâs a coin toss.
Hoshi: Soonyoung is so happy and excited to be kissing you every time, he looks at you like he just got a winning lotto ticket. Heâs not afraid to just go for it, all but yanking you into his lips, which eagerly take hold of yours. Explores a lot, but doesnât always want to get too messy, just wants to feel every bit he can. His hands will be sliding over your hips or rubbing your shoulders, just one or two extra points of contact because itâs never enough for him, he just canât resist. Likes to throw in little nips between collisions of your lips, your reaction to which always has him smiling that much more. Also enjoys pulling your tongue in with his.
Wonwoo: Leans in suddenly, but you usually have a little clue itâs going to happen by how he looks at you. Likes to brush your hair out of your face before keeping his hands there, yours resting flush against his chest. Not as much of a tongue guy, but every kiss Wonwoo gives you is so full of love it has your heart soaring. He adores your expression of pleasant surprise whenever he takes you off guard with a sudden kiss.
Woozi: Giggles a little at first, but kisses you so passionately itâll turn into a satisfied smirk when he pulls away. Likes to have a hand on the small of your back to pull you in, maybe even run his nails down. Rather than a bunch of little ones, he likes to keep you for one long kiss, you two separating just far enough to get some air and them coming back all the way together. Everything you do blends together and you donât know how much time passes, but neither of you seem to mind much, either đ
DK: Always has to give your cheeks some appreciation first. Kissing Seokmin often starts with his lips traveling over your cheeks before finally falling onto yours, smiling into it when you pull him closer. He may accidentally get messy if you smile into it too because his heart races and he gets so excited because youâre adorable and heâs so lucky he gets to kiss you and oops, since when was it going at this pace?
Mingyu: Fast. Once he latches on, youâre in for a ride. Kissing Mingyu practically feels like exercise, but it adds a certain fire you havenât felt before. The more you try to keep up, the more heâll stay at it. Has the biggest smile on his face when you guys inevitably separate for air, especially if you look as messy as he feels. The whiplash you get when he kisses you like that then rubs your noses together when he pulls away đ€
The8: Hugging Minghao turns into kisses, his arms sliding forward a bit from your back to your sides as you both lean in. He also likes running a hand through your hair as your lips connect. Every kiss is soft, taking its time to show you how beautiful you are and that Minghao would hold you forever if he could. Not much of a French kisser most of the time, thatâs messy and a difficult kind of intimate heâd prefer to save for another setting. Heâll kiss your cheek after each kiss.
Seungkwan: Cups your face gently in both hands almost every time you kiss. Kissing Seungkwan also almost always starts with peck after peck before he finally captures you, unaware how eager it always makes you for him. You feel his surprise at how quickly you pull him in, but his hands tighten their hold on you ever so slightly. Every kiss with Seungkwan radiates love; even when heâs exploring your mouth you can feel him smiling into it. Rest your forehead against his afterward, he absolutely loves it.
Vernon: Lazy, sometimes even nonchalant kisses. âIâm bored, letâs kissâ vibes. Heâs not usually very messy, but likes French kissing, so heâll casually slide in there after a bit. Likes to have one arm around you as he kisses you or you two are laying together, one on top of the other. When you and Vernon pull away, he gives you a cute little smile like he didnât just tongue wrestle you.
Dino: Pulls you by your waist into him as close as he can possibly get you, your foreheads touching before he turns and closes the gap between your lips. Passionate but slow, his lips moving thoroughly over yours as his hands slide up and down your sides. Lowkey highkey loves it if you make the move to slip your tongue along the seam of his lips. If you whisper any sweet nothings when you guys are done, spoiler alert, you are not done, Chan is going to attack you with another kiss you donât understand he must.
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Masters of the Air Masterlist
Major Gale âBuckâ Cleven
Kiss It Better? đ - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts âboo boo kissesâ & â pet namesâ (base nurse!reader)
Kiss It Better pt 2 đ - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events đ
Major John âBuckyâ Egan
Oblivious - Buckyâs been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.
Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt âcarrying the other one in their armsâ)
requests are open!
Lt. Harry Crosby
Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt âIf you asked me to marry you tomorrow, Iâd say yes.â âWhat about today?â
Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guyâąïž - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it
Dear⊠- A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife đ€ (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)
A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her đ (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Heat Wave - Itâs the hottest summer Iowaâs had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)
Yes, Major - ⊠I mean. Do I even need to say it? đ Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
requests are open!
Sgt. Ken âKennyâ Lemmons
âą requests are open!
Lt. Curtis âCurtâ Biddick
To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it
requests are open!
Major Robert âRosieâ Rosenthal
Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house
Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him đ« (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Itâs Been A Long, Long Time series:
Kiss Me Once - The moment youâve been anxiously awaiting is finally here â your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home
Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a âproper reunionâ đđ (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family đ (18+ minors dni!)
requests are open!
Captain John Brady
Bradyâs Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue đ (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Loveâs Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)
Pen Pal - Jules gets a letter from her boy an ocean awayâ as well as a message from a new friend. (taking place pre-LLW prologue, just a little blurb about Jules getting the letter Olive wrote to her in Part 7 of @winniemaywebberâs masterpiece Honeysuckle Rose!)
Hot Summer Night - In which John Brady helps his wife through a stiflingly hot New York summer night (18+ minors dni)
Yes, Captain - Things are getting steamy for the Bradys when Jules lets a certain title slipâ John decides he likes it (18+ minors dni)
Prologue (âfor stony limits cannot hold love outâ)
Chapter 1 (âas boundless as the seaâ)
Chapter 2 (âthe course of their love never did run smoothâ)
requests are open!
Captain Bernard âBennyâ DeMarco
Pyaar Dosti Hai - Benny DeMarco x Ruthvika Patel (OFC)
Chapter 1 - Ruthie Patel runs into a certain furry member of the 100th Bomb Groupâ and his ownerâ on her way to celebrate her friend Julietâs engagement to John Brady. The gang quickly welcomes her into their found family, but there could be something more between her and Benny DeMarcoâ if either of them ever finds the courage to make a move.
requests are open!
Anthony Boyle
Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit youâve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic yâall ever saw (feat⊠uh, Things Happening in cars đ) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and youâre more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)
Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it⊠a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)
No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3
Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb
Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)
i thought we had no chance (and thatâs romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelingsâ with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)
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