#I’m still gonna finish champagne problems

[f1smutwriter]

|𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔 𝐜𝐬𝟓𝟓)

Dom!Reader x Switch!Charles x Sub!Carlos

Summary: Charles and their girlfriend just decided to show Carlos how proud they are of him. So they fuck him til he feels like a winner.

Warnings: SMUT! Oral (mostly fem rec but a bit of male), dirty talk, dom/sub, rough sex, unprotected sex (I’m not gonna say yes NO), anal, face sitting, creamie pie, overstimulation, hair pulling, pinning, pet names (mommy/momma, daddy, pretty boy, our baby boy, am I sorry no not one bit), mommy kink, daddy kink, just pure fucking filth and I don’t think I’m okay, Carlos being an extreme sub with his pretty puppy dog eyes, intense subspace, fluff, etc if I missed anything

Notes: to the person who requested I’m sorry you don’t get a notification because I’m still new to this and posted it by accident. I’ve done that twice and it’s annoying. So again I’m sorry. Hope you enjoy this ones for you!

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I see my two boys on the podium smiling brightly, Carlos looking at me with his pretty puppy dog eyes full of joy, and Charles smiling with a smirk since he knew what we were gonna do to our boyfriend after this ceremony. Once the Spanish anthem finished, Carlos got his trophy and metal with his bright smile. Everyone cheering for him making me smile at my boy. Him, Charles, and one of their best friends Lando started spraying each other with champagne making me smile softly giggling since they were having fun.

Once they had come down they both ran to me holding me and kissing me. “Did so good my loves” I whispered softly as they hold each other while kissing me. I feel Charles come up to me and whispered in my ear “we’re gonna reward him tonight right” he asked making me chuckle from his eager he was. "Yes baby were gonna reward him" I whispered back to Charles making him kissing my cheek extremely excited.

“What are you guys talking about” Carlos said clueless making me smile softly. “Nothing carñio” I say lovingly kissing his lips softly making him whimper. “Is my baby needy” I smiled teasing him while running my fingers through his hair. He just blushed while hiding his face into my neck making me giggled slightly. “That’s not fair Charles was already teasing me in the drivers room” he whined slightly making Charles chuckled holding his waist.

“What was he doing carñio” I asked softly as I rub his abs softly making him stutter and his legs almost give out. “Was whispering in my ear on how good you guys were gonna fuck me” He whimpered in my ear making me look at Charles. “Were you teasing our pretty boy, making him all hard” I asked Charles making him blush bright red.

“Ready to go home me and Charles are gonna treat you so good baby, we’re gonna fix this problem” I say while palming his hard on through his pants making me groan in my neck. “P-please amor need you so bad” he whined as he leaned his head back on Charles shoulder, as Charles sucks soft hickeys on his neck. “You’re so needy huh Carlos, just need her pussy and my cock don’t you” Charles growled in his neck making Carlos moan out as I stick my hand in his pants stroking his cock.

“Y-yes need y-you s-so bad” he whined making Charles chuckle and me to stroke him fast. “Who do you need pretty boy” Charles teased as he bit Carlos’s neck. “Y-you d-daddy” Carlos whined making Charles blush and look at me. “Aww did the name get you all flustered handsome” I asked Charles in a mocking tone.

“Gosh and to think you both act all tough on tv” I teased them making them both whine. “Stop it, no more teasing just want I go home” Carlos whined as I squeezed his tip making him gasp loudly. “Let’s go home baby” I whispered as we go to the car the sky being pitch black and the wind blowing. I go into the driver seat and see Charles sitting on Carlos’s lap making me laugh as I start the car and start driving to our house. I pay attention to the road then I heard Carlos’s needy moaning making me turn and see Charles grinding his hard on against Carlos’s.

“Wow giving mami a show” I asked softly as I see Charles go faster making them both moan loudly. “Faster” I demanded making Charles go even faster seeing Carlos go into that space he loves to go in when he’s a sub. I see Carlos beg me for something. “M-Mami need to cum please” he moaned making my legs squeeze together feeling my wetness soak my pants. “Is daddy making you feel good. Oh yeah making you feel so good, but no you can’t cum mi amor” I teased as he moaned loudly when Charles goes even faster both of them about to cum in their pants. “Gosh both of you are pathetic humping each other like dogs” I teased them making them both cry out in pleasure. I see Charles take out his cock stroking while rubbing his ass on Charles hard-on.

“Put it away now before I only get to fuck Carlos and you have to watch” I threatened making him whine as he puts his cock back in his pants. “Are we almost there” Charles asked with teary eyes as he was already denied one orgasm. “Yes baby boy we’re almost home and if your a good boy like Carlos you can suck his cock” I smiled as looked extremely excited at the mention of having Carlos’s cock in his mouth, and making Carlos moan loudly when he heard what came out of my mouth.

Once we get home they both bolt to the door making me giggle softly. I opened the door making them grab me and take me to the room. “What are you guys doing” I smiled as they threw me on the bed making me roll my eyes. I get off the bed watch them both make out Charles dominating Carlos is a very unusual sight to see. Carlos is ninty-five percent of the time dominating Charles but it’s the opposite today. “So pretty baby both of you” I say as I rub their hard cocks through their pants making them groan in unison. I push Carlos on the bed kissing him lovingly as I unbuckle his pants and taking them off making my mouth water seeing his bulge.

“Please need your mouth” Carlos begged making me smile as I look at Charles. “Been so good and so patient baby suck off our winner today okay” I whispered as I kiss Carlos’s neck making him whimper. I see Charles go on his knees pulling down Carlos’s boxers making his member spring out hitting his abs making Carlos hiss. “Gonna be good for him okay, be as loud as you can show him how much he’s making you feel good” I whispered in Carlos’s ear while running my fingers through his black hair as I see Charles suck on his tip. I hear Carlos let out a loud moan making his hips thrust up, pushing his member in Charles mouth fully.

“Down” Charles warned as he pushed Carlos’s hips down before sucking him off fast and sloppy. Carlos moans out as his head leans back into my neck as he cried out in my neck. “T-too much cha t-too m-much” he cried as Charles squeezed his shaft hard as he heard the name Carlos called him. “That’s not my name you know what just name is ma chérie” he growled before sucking him off faster, making Carlos cry out feeling his thighs tremble from the intense pleasure. “M-mami c-can y-you sit on m-my face” he begged me making me giggled softly, as looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. “Yeah want mami’s pussy on your face” I whispered softly as he whine while nodding. I start taking off my skirt and panties making him whine as he sees me bare cunt.

My knees on both sides of his head as I hover over his making him whine. “P-please mami” he whined before he moaned loudly as Charles sucks him off harder but every time he was close to cumming he pulls away making Carlos whine loudly about it. I sit fully on his mouth making him moan out from the taste of my juices dripping in his mouth. I moaned out throwing my head back he wraps his arms around my thighs so I do get off of him. “So good for me making me feel so good while Charles has his mouth around your pretty cock” I whispered closing my eyes soaking in the pleasure, of his tongue on my clit making me moan out.

I then moan out when Carlos starts fucking me with his tongue as he moans and whines against my cunt since Charles starts deep throating him. Making him fuck his mouth to find his release as he brings me closer and closer to mine. "Fuck gonna make me cum" I moaned out as he sticks his tongue out so I can fuck myself on it. I moaned out loud gripping his hair and pushed his face deeper into me making him cry out. "Baby he's close" Charles finally speaks as he jerks off Carlos to leave him on the edge of his orgasm. I get off of his mouth making him whine as I sit on his chest, "Gonna cum" I asked him softly and all he does is not and bucks his cock deeper into Charles hand.

"Make him cum Charles" I say softly as I see him put his mouth back around Carlos red cock. “F-feels so good Joder” he moaned making me laugh, I then look behind me and see Charles barley being able to fit Carlos. “Aww gonna cum in his mouth” I teased making him nod frantically as I see his abs twitch and his eyebrows knit together as he cums loudly in Charles mouth making me smile. Charles sucks him dry to make sure he got every last drop in him. He then came to me and kissed me spilling a bit of Carlos’s cum in my mouth making me moan softly at the taste.

“Fuck you taste so good” I groaned out as I swallow the cum that was in my mouth. “Ready to make me feed good” I asked him softly as he nods begging to make me cum. I see Charles grab the lube and coat his fingers in it. “Gonna stretch you out baby” Charles whispered as he slowly slipped his first finger in Carlos’s tight hole making the Spaniard moan out curses in Spanish making me smile since i understood. “Feel good like when Charles fucks with his fingers” I asked as Charles goes knuckles deep and hits his prostate making Carlos moan out.

“P-please wa-fuck want your cock in me” Carlos cried out as he clenched his hole around Charles fingers making him groan. Charles looks at me for permission, making me nod a yes as he coats his aching cock with lube. I see him take Carlos into missionary so I can ride Carlos at the same time. He slowly slips in with ease making them both moan out in unison. I then hover over Carlos’s cock and slip it in my entrances as I groaned out from the large stretch he gives me every time.

“Fuck your so big always stretch me out so good” I moaned out as me and Charles start out thrust harshly slowly building a rhythm that we all like. I moaned out loudly as Charles reached between me, and him to rub my clit knowing I was close just by my facial expressions. “You might be the one in control right now, but you better fucking cum” he growled dominantly making my orgasm come closer just from that sentence. “Please please gonna cum” Carlos stuttered out seeing how deep he was in that little headspace he loves to go in. I moaned loudly cumming all over his cock making him cry out and squirt his seed in my cunt. “Fuck” Charles groaned as he thrust a couple more times and cums in Carlos deeply making the boy stutter under me.

“I grab the water and snacks and you grab the towel before he wakes up and starts crying” I whispered as I get off of him and put on a big shirt running to the bathroom. “Baby you still have c- fuck it’s all over my floor” Charles groaned and went to the kitchen to grab snacks and waters for us three. He comes in and sees me cleaning up Carlos whispering sweet nothings in his ear making him whine slightly. “You clean yourself up to” he whispered to me as I nod softly, he kissed my head softly before saying how much he loved me. “I love you too the both of you my boys” I smiled lovingly at them both as Carlos cuddled deeper into me making me smile as Charles scratched my head making me fall asleep softly.

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The next morning

“Baby where the fuck is Carlos” Charles said getting out of bed frantically hoping the boy wasn’t in subspace anymore. “What the hell do you mean where’s Carlos he’s right he- where the fuck is carlos” I say getting out of bed just as fast, running around the room and upstairs trying to find him.

“Why are you guys running” Carlos asked staring at us weird while he brushes his teeth making us both sigh in relief. “We thought you wer- you know what never mind don’t worry about it” Charles said before he fell back onto the bed. “You guys left drops of I don’t know what on the floor it could be soap it could be something else but I cleaned it up” Carlos said as he went back to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth. “It’s your fuck cu-“ Charles was about to shout before I slapped him.

“Shut up and go to sleep it’s to damn early for you shouting” I say before going back to sleep. “I’m so proud of you baby did so good for us” i whispered to Carlos making him smile as he kissed my forehead and I fell asleep.

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Notes: what was very eventful and very graphic. I hope you guys liked it lowkey took me longer then I expected the next book is gonna be a smut and you guessed it, about Charles leclerc so I hope you guys like this one and the other smut is coming soon. Also if you see mistakes just ignore it because I swear my fingers were going 100 mph. ANYWAYS BYEE

[imawkwardlysoc]

i'm about to take you back to church

Song- Church by Chase Atlantic

Pairing- CEO!Phoenix x female!reader

Warning(s)- 18+, MDNI, mommy kink, fingering, oral sex, aftercare

Summary- Natasha going feral after seeing you in your dress.

Wordcount- 1,129

A/N- Happy pride month y'all and here ya go sluts (loving)!

Looking at the time on the clock on my bedside table, I silently cured myself and finished getting ready. Putting on the last of my makeup, heels, and shoes, I grabbed my clutch and headed down the stairs. Checking myself in the mirror, I smoothed down the velvet blue dress before leaving the house.

“Thanks for waiting,” I thanked Charles, Natasha and I’s driver, as I got into the car.

“It’s no problem,” I saw his reflection in the mirror. “Thankfully she already knows that I’m running late. So speed it?”

“Got it,” he winked and started the car.

On the drive to the venue, I sent a message to Natasha that I was on the way and did one last minute touch-up on my outfit. As we got closer to the venue, I started to play with the diamond tennis bracelet that Natasha got me for our two year anniversary to calm my nerves. Even though we’ve been together for almost four years, going to these events still makes me nervous.

“We’re here,” Charles announced as he pulled up to the venue. “Have a fun time.”

“Oh yes, faking to enjoy business proposals is fun,” I chuckled. “Have a nice evening Charles.”

“You too,” he smiled and I headed out of the car.

Walking up the stairs of the museum, I handed one of the security guards my invite and walked in. Letting out a breath, I walked into the main area and searched for Natasha.

“Looking for Nat aren’t you?” Robert, Natasha’s CCO, asked as he walked up to me with two glasses of champagne in his hand.

“Robert,” I smiled and accepted the flute of champagne from his hand before giving him a kiss on his cheek. “And you are right. How are you though?”

“I’m doing pretty well,” he smiled as we walked to where Natasha was.

On our walk there, we said hello to some of the partner’s Natasha’s company has while making small talk with them. We also caught up with each other since we haven’t seen each other in a while. He’s been busy traveling around the world to make deals while I was busy with teaching while Natasha’s at work.

“Look at who I found,” Robert said as we walked up to Natasha talking to Bradley and Jake.

“Darling,” Natasha smiled when she saw me and placed her drink down to give me a hug and a kiss. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” I smiled as I fixed her jacket. “You don’t look too bad yourself. I love it when you wear suits. It makes you all sexy and dominant.”

“Really?” She smirked and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Why don’t we just leave and-”

“Okay, we’re gonna leave before we see a preview of Fifty Shades of Trace,” Bradley announced before the three of them left.

Natasha and I let out a laugh before heading out to the crowd to mingle. Throughout the night, I've mostly been by Natasha's side. Anytime when we were alone, she would try to do some things hoping we could leave early but I stopped her.

“What do I have to do to rip this dress off of you?” Natasha whispered in my ear.

I let out a yawn and looked at Natasha with a slight smirk on my face. Getting the signal, she grabbed her hand and quickly led me towards the exit giving everyone an Irish goodbye. Charles pulled up when we left the building and we got into the car.

“A good evening ladies?” Charles asked us as he drove.

“Yeah, it was a nice evening,” Natasha replied. “Made many deals.”

“Well, you’ll be thanking me while I suffer through another brunch with the wives,” I joked.

“Just order the most expensive thing and put it on my card,” she joked back.

“You really know how to swoon a girl,” I smiled and placed my lips onto hers.

Pulling up to the house, we thanked Charles before leaving the car and heading inside the house. Closing the front door and walking up the stairs, I slowly started to undress myself as Natasha was walking behind me. Putting my jewelry in the little dish on my vanity, I started to take my dress off as Natasha watched me from the corner of her eye as she started to undress herself. Letting my dress fall to the floor, it revealed the lace bra that I was wearing and nothing else.

Laying on our bed, I started to play with myself as she continued to undress herself. I bit the inside of my lip as I rubbed my clit while inserting two other fingers inside my vagina, trying not to let out a moan.

“Oh lord, forgive me for I have sinned.” Natasha removed my fingers and inserted them in her mouth licking them with a grin on her face. “Tasting sweet for Mommy aren’t we? Come on, let out that moan for Mommy.”

Letting out a moan, I let out another one as she inserted her fingers into my vagina making the same motion I previously did. With her free hand, she slid it up my back and unclipped my bra before tossing it to the floor.  I fondled my own breasts as her free hand pulled my hair as she placed kisses down my neck down to my abdomen.

“Let Mommy listen to those whimpers,” Natasha grinned as I whimpered softly. “Let those out.”

My wimpers soon turned into moans as she quickened the pace of her fingers. I looked to see that she was also fingering herself as she fingered me which made me moan more.

“Please,” I moaned. “Nat, I need to-” Another moan hit me before I could even finish my sentence.

“Hold on,” Natasha moaned as she released her fingers out of mine and her vagiana as we orgasmed, letting our discharge go.

Panting, she laid down next to me and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my legs around her as she softly kissed me as she ran her fingers through my hair. She started to praise me telling me how good I did and checked in if I was okay, which I was by the way.

“So, shower or towel?” She asked.

“Towel, I’m too tired to be in the shower,” I chuckled. “Just had the most mind blowing sex in my life.”

“Alright, stay here,” she winked as she got out of bed.

Laying in bed, I reflected back on what just happened a few minutes ago. Soon she came back with a damp warm towel and wiped me while giving me a kiss. Tossing the towel in the dirty hamper, she got back in bed with me and we cuddled until we fell asleep.

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Won't

'Taylor Swift'

Picture To Burn: That's fine, you won't mind if I say, by the way

Teardrops On My Guitar: Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

You're Not Sorry: You don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone

Untouchable: It's half full and I won't wait here all day

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Sparks Fly: You're the kind of reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won't get far

Sparks Fly: And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow?

Dear John: Counting my footsteps, praying the floor won't fall through again

Never Grow Up: I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart

Better Than Revenge: Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends

Haunted: Oh, holding my breath, won't lose you again

Haunted: Oh, holding my breath, won't see you again

Haunted: Something's gone terribly wrong, won't finish what you started

Electric Touch: Still hoping that the fire won’t burn me just one time, just one time

Electric Touch: And you won’t need space or string me along while you decide

When Emma Falls In Love: She won’t walk away unless she absolutely has to leave

When Emma Falls In Love: She won’t lose herself in love the way that I did

I Can See You: You won’t believe half the things I see inside my head

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

All Too Well: Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

22: It feels like one of those nights, we won't be sleeping

The Last Time: This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore

Ronan: What if I kept me hand-me-downs you won't grow into?

Babe: I'm here on the kitchen floor, you call, but I won't hear it

Forever Winter: I say, "Believe in one thing, I won't go away"

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Shake It Off: But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving

Shake It Off: Won't you come on over, baby, we can shake, shake, shake

Bad Blood: And time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way, just don't

I Know Places: Baby, I know places we won't be found

I Know Places: Let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Clean: Ten months older, I won't give in, now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

“Slut!”: I’ll pay the price, you won’t

Say Don’t Go: Oh no, oh no, it won’t stop

Say Don’t Go: Halfway out the door, but it won’t close

Say Don’t Go: I’m trying to see the cards that you won’t show

Say Don’t Go: But you won’t, but you won’t, but you won’t

Sweeter Than Fiction: Someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever

'reputation'

(no won't)

'Lover'

I Think He Knows: I think he knows he'd better lock it down or I won't stick around 'cause good ones never wait

Soon You'll Get Better: I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

Soon You'll Get Better: This won't go back to normal if it ever was

'folklore'

Seven: Sweet tea in the summer, cross your heart, won't tell no other

Seven: And we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry

Seven: Sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart, won't tell no other

Mad Woman: They say, "Move on," but you know I won't

Betty: Betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but I think it’s ‘cause of me

'evermore'

Champagne Problems: You won't remember all my champagne problems

Gold Rush: At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit

'Tis The Damn Season: I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

Right Where You Left Me: Time went on for everybody else, we won't know it

'Midnights'

Would've, Could've, Should've: The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind

Would've, Could've, Should've: The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

Would've, Could've, Should've: If clarity's in death then why won't this die?

You’re Losing Me: We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won’t

You’re Losing Me: I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): So I keep my head up, my bread up, I won’t let up, never

Other Songs written by Taylor

Carolina: Carolina pines, won't you cover me?

I Heart ?: And I know someday you will wake up and smell the breakup, realize that we won't make up

Official Alternate Releases

Haunted (2010 Version): Oh, I'm holding my breath, won't lose you again

Haunted (2010 Version): Oh, I'm holding my breath, won't see you again

Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): See I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall

Gold Rush (Clean Version): At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian wit

[slytherheign]

i don't even know where to begin but damn the broken glass and honey series was so good. like it literally made me feel a rollercoaster of emotions?? anw i saw that the finale celebration is still ongoing so i guess i'll join. how did you come up with the concept of the series?

-👾

thank you so much 🥹 so the concept… this is gonna be a long answer so i’m just gonna put the “keep reading” line. (my answer contains slight spoilers for the series finale)

you would be surprised to know that the series was not actually meant to be a series. my initial plan was just to write a max oneshot inspired by that’s the way i loved you (so part 3 was actually the first part i started and finished writing) but then when i read what i wrote i just thought that this has too much potential just to be a oneshot. from then on came the process of creating backstories. in part 3 i mentioned the contrast between y/n’s relationship with max and daniel. i wrote there that they had a toxic relationship. meaning they fought often with max. and i’m not even kidding when i tell you that from the word “fight” i immediately thought of taylor’s song the other side of the door where the first lyrics were “in the heat of the fight i walked away” so i immediately jotted that song down on my notes bc i know i’m gonna use it. after i found the song that would be max and reader’s backstory, i knew i had to find a taylor song for daniel and reader. daniel just reminds me of gold rush so much like just from the way almost every f1 fan has a soft spot for him and loves him. again, i jotted that song down on my notes.

i thought about leaving the story with just 3 parts but i knew it would not be enough. so i had to find yet another song that would connect to the previous 3 and conclude everything. that’s why i immediately thought of champagne problems.

the bonus parts, we were happy and cowboy like me, were a heat of the moment thought. and thankfully, when i was thinking of the songs that would fit the emotions max and daniel were feeling, my bestie in real and delulu lives @writingstoraes helped me with picking the right songs for those parts.

after i picked the 6 songs, i just made a storyline in my head that connected them with each other ❤️ thank you for this question, i loved answering it!

[tiredbuthappy]

Any tips for a f1 writer just starting on tumblr??

Oooooffffff I’m honored you’d ask me. My biggest advice is to not be like me. 😂 Updating regularly is huge. And make sure you genuinely enjoy what you’re writing. I love my fics, but sometimes I use up all of my creative energy and I have to wait for the tank to refill. I hope that this helps!

[outerbankies]

You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

—

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Safe Guard Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ?!

Unbelievable. Y/N knew how to hide her emotions, but her eyes told it all. She shot death glares at Jack. Her own best friend did this. He treated her as if she was just another side chick like every other bitch she had heard about through Urban. She watches as he wraps his arm around the brunette, his eyes looking up at her and she could see how sorry he was. But that shit was not gonna cut it.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” The brunette makes her way over to Y/N with a bottle of champagne and a welcoming smile.

“Hi! I’m Destiny, I’m glad to finally meet you. Happy birthday gorgeous.” She pulls Y/N into a hug without a second thought. Y/N internally screaming because she wanted to shove this bitch off of her, but she knew it wasn’t her fault at all. It was Jack fucking Harlow’s fault. She returns Destiny’s gesture and popped the bottle. They both took a sip and passed it around.

“Thank you so much for coming. I hope it wasn’t a hassle getting over here. I heard the flight was delayed.” Y/N tries to make small talk as she peeps Jack downing 3 shots in the kitchen with Urban chuckling. Urban told him he would get caught up one day and today is that day.

“No no it was worth all of it- oh my god what a beautiful necklace. That’s the same one I asked Jack to get me literally three days ago” Destiny gazes in awe.

Great. Now he gave me a gift that was SUPPOSE TO BE FOR HER.

“Surprise! It’s not for me. Jack wanted me to try it on to make sure it would fit right.” Y/N was quick with a response not wanting to keep the necklace at all. She removed it and placed it around Destiny’s neck. She smiles and runs over to Jack to give him a kiss.

“You are the best boyfriend ever!” Jack plays it off well. Too fucking well. That’s what liars do. Druski gets to DJing and everyone was back on the dance floor. Y/N sneaked her way upstairs to the guest room. Jack wanted the main group to stay the night and she was instantly regretting the decision. As soon as she closes the door, the tears trickle down her cheeks. How could he? He made her feel so special and just ruined it. She was over the party. Her makeup started to smudge as her mascara didn’t survive her tears. Y/N washes off her makeup and changed into some PJs. There was a soft knock on the door before the devil himself enters the room.

“Baby-“

“Baby? Boy shut the fuck up. I don’t even want to hear the lies that are gonna come out of your mouth.”She cuts him off letting him know that she’s not taking any lies or bullshit. Y/N puts her foot down even though she wanted to finish what they started earlier. That’s been clouding her mind all night since it happened.

“I fucked up and I’m sorry. Destiny told me she wasn’t going to come and I told her I wanted to break up. Things have been rocky between us for a while but she keeps coming back. That’s why she hopped on the first flight over here when I said I was done.” Jack aired everything out. He knew he was still wrong but he wanted his side to be heard at least. She had to know he genuinely did not mean for this to happen. Everything that went down in his bedroom was real and meant everything to him.

“Then why buy me a necklace that she wanted .” Y/N crossed her arms and Jack was mentally making a note on how beautiful she looks without all the glitz and glam.

“She always wants me to buy her shit. She didn’t deserve it and why would you even give it to her-“

“Cause you’re a liar!” She throws her hand up absolutely exhausted over the situation.

“Our initials are engraved on the back of the necklace! It was only meant for you!”

Fuck!

Y/N didnt even know what to say. If Destiny notices she's going to flip and make her look like a homewrecker. Why does this man have to make things so complicated? A smile forms on Jack's face as he admires her in deep thought. He knew there was nothing for her to even stress about cause it's his problem. Somehow she still manages to take the stress of the world on her shoulders. She peeps that he's smiling and grabs the nearest pillow to hit him with it.

"My love, violence is never the answer!" Jack starts to mess with her. He was trying to make light of the situation. She wanted to be upset more than anything, but she lets her guard down. She knew he was sorry and Urban had already informed her about Destiny. She was a sweet girl, but she had a plan to use Jack to get to fame and money. Y/N places the pillow down and walks over to Jack. She backs him up against the door and locks it to make sure no one disturbs them again.

“I want to finish what we started earlier. I’m not taking no for an answer” He liked this side of her. He was already turned on from the moment she turned the lock.

Fuck she’s beautiful.

She trusted him even after the fuckery that went down. He picked her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and their lips connected. It passionate with a tint of anger. His eager lips reach her neck causing her moans to escape.

God she’s so sexy

As he lays her down, his hands hooked around her bottoms and he tossed them to the side. He didn’t want to rush but he also didn’t want them to get interrupted once again. Fuck everyone else right now. Her pussy was exposed, his lips kiss along each side of her inner thigh and she starts to move her hips.

“Slow mama, I want you to enjoy this.” He holds her in place. Relishing at her hairless pussy besides the cute landing strip on top. His tongue brushes her clit, teasing slowly, then fully pulling and sucking it. His two fingers slip inside her as his tongue works her clit. Y/N eyes rolls back and she’s trying so hard not to be loud. This was different from the first time, it was more intense and her body didn’t know how to keep its composure.

“Cum for me baby.” He continues to finger her, picking up the pace as he kisses her. He wants to see her cum, watch her pretty faces and her eyes roll back. She trusted him entirely. No one else saw her in this light. That was enough to get him off.

“F-fuck Jack! I’m-Im cumming!” She cries out, gripping onto the sheets. His dick was hard and it was aching in his pants. Y/N slowly came down from the high and her vision clears up. There was a glow to her.

“How do you feel?” He plays with her hair, looking down at her freshly finger fucked.

“I want…..more” She slips her hand into his pants and felt how big he was. She’s watched porn before so she knew a little bit on how to maneuver. He assists her in taking his pants and boxers off. His dick sprung free hitting his belly button.

How the fuck is that suppose to fit inside me?

“Hey I’ll go slow…” his left hand brushes against her cheek as his right hand guides hers to stroke him. She goes slow moving her hand up and down. She looks up at him as his breath hitches, his blue eyes keeping contact with hers and it made her clit twitched. She places her lips to his tip, her tongue swirling the precum around and taking him inside her mouth. He was amazed, it was just the way he loved it. Gentle and massaged. His moans did something to her, it fueled her to keep going. Seeing his curls slightly wet with sweat as they stick to his forehead. His lips red from him biting his lip.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop” Y/N stops and lays down next to him. He gets on top of positioning them into missionary, giving her kisses to ease her mind. He brushes his tip against her clit. The room was silent, all that could be heard between them was their uneven breathing and moans. They both couldn’t believe this. This night is gonna change everything. He wasn’t gonna let her out of his sight. She’s his as he is hers. He was about to ruin the one thing no one else can have; her innocence. He positions himself and slowly slips inside her.

“Ahh!” She felt a pinch of pain, Jack kisses her neck and sucks her sweet spot to help. He stays still for a minute, but then continues after she nods her head go on. His thrusts were slow and gentle. She looks up at him, wrapping her hands around his neck and she couldn’t help but moan as he hits a certain spot.

“Jack….fuck right there” he groans as he watches himself thrust all the way out and right back in. Her pussy was drenching his cock with her wetness. He knew she was already close, he pulls her legs over his shoulders so he can penetrate her deeper.

“Cum princess” she covers her mouth to hide a moan, but Jack pins both of her hands down. His pace become deeper and harder. Her moans filled the room, with his balls slapping against her pussy. He felt her walls tighten up and released around him. He pulls out and cums on her stomach. She watches as he jerked his cock and released onto her. He grabs a towel to clean her up.

“How was it? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He tosses the towel in her hamper and pulls her in for a hug.

“No it was perfect. Thank you” she places a soft kiss on his cheek and snuggled her head in his chest. A few minutes go by, Jack tucks her into bed, he pulls his pants and snuck his way back to the room. That’s all Y/N could remember of the night as she doses off.

The next morning

Y/N made her way downstairs as it was officially her day. She was wearing a black romper that fitted her curves perfectly. Her hair was down in soft curls. The kitchen was smelling of Cinnabons and multiple plates of breakfast food. Druski, Urban and Jack were cooking it up for her.

Jack…

Her mind rushes back to last night and she smiles to herself. He looks so good in his apron. Is this what happens when you lose your virginity? All you can think about is sex? She wanted him right now. He could take her upstairs and fuck her however he like-

“Happy Birthday!!!!” They all cheered, instantly snapping her out of her thought. Jack peeps and shoots her a wink. Destiny makes her into the kitchen looking nervous and happy? How is that even possible?

“Happy birthday Y/N! I have some news to announce if that’s alright.” Destiny looks to the birthday girl for approval. Y/N nods letting her knows it’s okay as she was curious to what the fuck could be going on. She pulls out a stick from behind her back.

“I’m pregnant!” She beams and Jack’s face turned pale.

WHAT?!

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congratulations! 📚 could you do promos 4 & 7 from the smut with Natasha Romanoff???

by the way, I hope you have a great day/night!

Brat

Relationship: CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I went a bit CEO!Natasha with this one - hope that’s okay, I thought it lent well! Also, thank you! I hope you're having a nice day/night as well :)

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You really didn’t want to go and Natasha knew this but she was also quite the persuasive one, having such a dominance to her that you could rarely, if ever, say no to.

So, that’s how you found yourself a bit grumpily sitting in the car passenger seat while your girlfriend drove you two to whatever charity banquet this was.

Natasha was constantly getting these invitations being the high-up, fancy CEO that she was and usually you were fine with them. You liked the little appetizers and flutes of champagne. You especially liked your girlfriend parading you around, showing you off to fancy city people.

But tonight just wasn’t the night for you. You had had a ridiculous day at your own job and frankly, you just wanted to lounge around with your girl, maybe order pizza, and have lazy sex. Natasha had shut down your idea, saying she already RSVP’d for you two. Grudgingly, you shoved yourself into a dress and let her whisk you away

Little did she know, though, that you weren’t letting down easily. You had some potential ideas for the night, hoping that maybe — just maybe — you can rile Natasha up enough to keep her focus just on you and not the millionaires trying to network.

Upon arriving at the event, you hunted down the first tray of champagne you could find, taking a swig of the alcohol promptly. Natasha followed your path, stopping every now and then to chat, but once she was free of the schmoozing, she marched right towards you. An arm made it was tightly around your waist.

"What is your problem?" She gritted in your ear just below a whisper so no one could pick up on the tension. Your eyes darted around the room

"Nothing," you responded, taking another sip of champagne.

Natasha scoffed. "Well, you’re acting like a brat." She grabbed your glass out of your hand. You gasped but before you could protest, Natasha asked, "Is this because I made you come here tonight?

You shot her a look before taking back your champagne and finishing it off. "I’m gonna go get another drink."

Before your girlfriend could pull you back to her, you were already on a rampage for the bar. Luckily, no one tried to stop you. Thanks to your relations with Natasha, you had worked up a bit of your own status but it wasn’t like anyone genuinely cared. You weren’t negotiating deals.

You leaned on the bar and signaled for the bartender. You asked for something a little stronger. He nodded politely and got to making the drink. You turned your attention to the freshly polished wood of the bar.

Running a finger over it carelessly as you waited, out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone approach beside you. It was a man you somehow didn’t recognize. He looked very well put-together, almost like he was trying too hard, with his designer pressed suit and hair that could go up in flames from all the product in it.

You tried to ignore him, turning your attention to the bartender who was still at work, but it was hard when the man was not-so-subtly inching towards you. This wasn’t going to go very well, you thought. But you weren’t stopping it.

"In need of something to get you through the night?" The man suddenly asked. Your gaze shot over to him.

"Excuse me?"

He chuckled, "I meant the drink."

As if on cue, a glass was placed right in front of you. You wrapped your hands around it, slowly bringing it to your lips for a sip as you eyed the stranger. He was watching you quite intensely.

You hummed, delighted by the cocktail. "These things can sometimes be…draining."

He sighed. "Tell me about it."

The conversation fell into a lull. You tried glancing around at the other patrons, all completely oblivious to the bar, but just couldn’t shake this man and his eyes which were still watching you. They shamelessly took in the curves of your dress and even lingered a bit on your chest.

Your stomach dropped as you suddenly saw him step even closer, his finger lightly brushing your arm in the process. You froze but still made no chance to dash away. Maybe your goal of annoying your girlfriend tonight was going a bit too far…

"You know," he began, his voice dangerously low, "if you wanted to sneak away for a bit—"

"She doesn’t," Natasha gritted as she suddenly approached you two. You just about let out a sigh of relief as her arm came around your waist, pulling you into her side. You yelped at the action, stumbling a bit, but she held you tight.

The mystery man looked you two over, a bit of a pleased expression graced his face. But he didn’t press further, probably very deterred by the daggers Natasha’s eyes were shooting at him. He collected his drink from the bar and raised it at you two as if in some awkward toast.

"Fair enough, ladies," he said, and then he was back in the crowd, lost in the sea of aristocrats.

You didn’t know what to do now, opting to stare down at your drink.

"What the hell was that about?" Natasha asked.

"I- He just came up to me," you pouted.

Natasha shook her head in disappointment as she began walking you two away from everyone else. You didn’t know where she was leading you until you were roughly pulled into the women’s restroom. It was empty, thankfully, and you heard the turn of the lock as you placed your drink on the counter.

"He just came up to you," Natasha repeated. She was sauntering over, looking very much more like some powerful CEO than your sweet girlfriend. You gulped and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. "He may have came up to you but I didn’t see you making any moves to walk away."

"Well—"

"And you let him touch you," she scoffed. "Don’t think I didn’t see his fingers on your fucking arm." For emphasis, she gripped the spot he had brushed over. You yelped. "What made you think he could do that, hmm? What, did you forget who you belong to?"

"No, Natasha, I didn’t mean—" You pleaded but she wasn’t buying it.

"I’m not buying it," she said as she roughly turned you around, her back pressing your front into the bathroom counter. "In fact, I think you need a little reminder."

You held your breath in anticipation as Natasha began gathering the skirt of your dress. You knew what she was going to find underneath. And you certainly knew it wasn’t going to help your case.

Sure enough, once your lower region was exposed, Natasha let out a gasp. “No panties? Are you kidding me right now?!”

"Natasha, please—"

"You really are a fucking brat, aren’t you?"

You tried shaking your head but it was no use. Her mind was made as she pressed into you even more, her hand now coming to caress your inner thigh. You whimpered out your girlfriend’s name as her fingers began slowly circling your clit. She chuckled in your ear before collecting some of the wetness dripping from your folds and putting attention back on your clit.

"So wet for me," Natasha murmured. "It is for me, right? Or did that man out there get you dripping like a needy slut?"

You groaned, captivated by the action happening between your thighs. "Just for you," you said as your eyes slowly fluttered. Natasha picked up the pace adding slight pressure as well. You squealed.

"That’s it," she whispered, holding you tighter around the waist. "That’s my girl."

Suddenly, though, she moved her fingers back to your folds where, without warning, she shoved two fingers inside you. You yelped, twisting in her grip. She didn’t even budge. You cried out as the fingers flicked upwards, hitting just the right spots.

"If you want to act like a slut you have to deal with being fingered like one, got it?" Natasha said. Her mouth was practically on your ear, she was whispering so lowly it sent goosebumps up your arms. She was pissed and serious. You were loving it.

"Y-Yes, Natasha." You barely managed to get the words out but your girlfriend seemed very pleased. Her fingers picked up — significantly. A squelching noise now filled the bathroom, coming directly from your wetness which was not stopping any time soon it seemed. Natasha was also taking the moment to make sure her hand was hitting your clit. With every single pump. It was getting overwhelming very, very fast.

You spoke again, "Please, please… I’m gonna cum."

"Yeah?" Natasha mocked. "My little slut needs to cum?"

You nodded your head profusely. "Please, please." The begging was becoming second nature at this point, your only instinct. Natasha seemed very pleased with that.

"Fine," she huffed. "Cum all over my fingers you greedy little girl. And you better scream when you cum. I want every single person, especially that man, to know who’s treating you so well."

Her paced picked up even more (how that was possible you didn’t know) and your body reacted wonderfully. Within moments, you were crumbling like a house of cards. Your orgasm rushed over you as you cried out much louder than you had actually intended. You couldn’t stop as Natasha continued to work you through the orgasm. She didn’t give up until you were limp in her arms.

She chuckled, watching your body practically collapse from pleasure. "Was that good, honey?"

"Yes," you mumbled, leaning into her body. Natasha fixed your dress and brought her hand to caress your cheek.

"Good," she said and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Maybe that’ll teach you to behave."

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Why would I behave when that’s what I get for being bad?"

Abruptly, Natasha’s hand came around your neck, forcing you to look at her. Her gaze was dark, her CEO stance still very much engaged. "Don’t even tempt me."

You bit your lip teasingly but nodded your head slowly. You certainly didn’t mean it, though, already secretly planning the next time you could ruffle her feathers.

[shemarmooresfedora]

A Bump in the Road

Summary: You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from the team until something changed your plans.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: brief mentions of a case but other than that, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is the first of my 3 fics for me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems 500 follower co-celebration! the prompts for both of us today were: Accidental Pregnancy, Reader/Spencer looking for excuses to hold the other’s hand, “I need to talk to you…like right now”. To see her fic today and our upcoming prompts: click here!

Masterlist

“Prentiss, Morgan, you go to the neighborhood of the victims. Y/L/N, Reid, go downtown and just look around for anything strange,” Hotch stated, “I need you all to look casual while scoping out the area so try to look like normal citizens and don’t flash your badges.”

Derek raised his shades to put them on but Gideon gently grabbed his arm to stop him, “Less official.”

Emily let out a chuckle, “Let’s go, Morgan.”

“You ready, Spence?” you grabbed the keys.

“Yes, lov- ,” he played it off as a cough, “Yes, Y/L/N.”

“That was a close one,” Spencer said as he adjusted his satchel as you walked out of the police department together.

“You’re the one who keeps almost calling me ‘love’ in the conference room in front of the whole team! And on the jet!” you added with a giggle.

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted, “My brain short-circuits whenever I look at your beautiful face.”

“You’re hard to stay mad at,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You and Spencer had been dating for about 4 months now. You decided to keep it a secret from the team until your six month anniversary. You didn’t need the teasing at the beginning of your relationship when things were still a bit new and awkward. But now, you both had said ‘I love you’ and you were practically living at his apartment when you weren’t away on cases. It was perfect.

-

You and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk downtown, looking for anyone who seemed to fit the profile.

“Hmmm we seem too official,” you smiled, grabbing his hand, “I guess we have to act like a happy couple. You know, just for the case.”

“Yep, just for the case,” Spencer squeezed your hand, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“For the case,” he grinned.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him back in for a much longer kiss on the lips.

“For.” you planted butterfly kisses along his jawline, “The.” another kiss, “Case.”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Hotch,” he said before swiping accept and putting it on speaker phone, “Hey Hotch. You’ve got me and Y/L/N.”

“Morgan and Prentiss caught the unsub trying to grab another victim off the street. They fit the profile to a tee. We’re bringing them in for questioning but we’ll take shifts. You and Y/L/N can go back to the hotel and get some rest first.”

“Alright, thanks Hotch,” Spencer hung up the phone.

“Oh I think there’s one more thing we have to do when we get back to the hotel room…for the case,” you winked, pulling him back to the SUV with your hands still interlocked.

-

You were in the bathroom stall of the sixth floor, anxiously bouncing your legs up and down.

The timer on your phone started vibrating, indicating the time was up. You stared at the stick in front of you, waiting to be flipped over.

You flipped it over quickly like ripping off a band-aid. Two lines. The second one was faint but definitely there. You were pregnant. 5 months into a relationship with Spencer.

You rolled the test up in toilet paper before placing it in your purse. You washed your hands and splashed some cold water on your face. You took a deep breath before walking back into the bullpen like you hadn’t just received life-altering news.”

You grabbed a random file from your desk as you passed by and approached Spencer’s desk. He looked up from his paperwork with a soft smile as he saw you coming.

“I need to talk to you…like right now,” you whispered, “About the Johnson case,” you spoke a little louder so no one would question what you two were whispering about.

Spencer began to stand and grab his jacket to follow you but Penelope came charging into the room, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards her bat cave.

“Actually, Penelope, I have to ask Spencer some questions about a case. I’ll come find you in a bit.”

Spencer nodded to back you up.

“Trust me, the news I have is wayyy more important,” Penelope continued to tug at you.

“Penelope, I really need to finish this. Just give me the highlights now,” you resisted her pull.

“I found a pregnancy test box in the bathroom and I didn’t find the stick. I’m no profiler but usually people would only keep the test with them if it’s positive,” she confessed, “Someone on this floor is pregnant!”

Your eyes widened and you mentally slapped yourself on the forehead. How could you forget to throw the box away?

You made eye contact with Spencer, shooting him a sheepish grin as if to say ‘surprise?!’

Penelope started to drag you along again but Spencer grabbed a hold of your other arm.

“Actually, Hotch really needs her to get this done, Garcia. I promise she’ll be over as soon as we finish it.”

Penelope and Spencer were engaged in an intense staring battle with you in the middle.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll just have to gossip with Morgan! Now you don’t get to know all my theories,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I’ll make it up to you at lunch tomorrow.

As she clicked away with her high heels on, Spencer pulled you into a supply closet.

“You’re pregnant?!” he asked.

“Um, yeah I am. I understand if this isn’t what you want though, it’s not really the timing either of us had in mind,” you spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, “I’m happy if you’re happy. I’ll support whatever decision you make. I can schedule you an appointment at the clinic and I’ll be right by your side the whole time. But if you do decide to have this child, have no doubt that I will be there every step of the way with you in raising them.”

“I think I’m going to keep it,” you smiled softly.

“We’re having a baby?” Spencer beamed.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Spence.”

The closet door swung open, revealing a confused Anderson.

“I don’t know why this is so emotional for you, Reid. We’re out of paper clips,” you crossed your arms as Spencer wiped his happy tears away.

Anderson grabbed some extra staples and scurried out of the closet.

“Most women tend to find out they’re pregnant from 4 to 7 weeks and we’ve been together for 15,” Spencer stated.

“Even your sperm is smart. They managed to get past my birth control so quickly,” you laughed.

-

You and Spencer decided to wait to tell the team until the end of your first trimester. After that, you couldn’t put it off any longer because you were beginning to show slightly if you wore tight shirts. Also, it was killing Spencer to have to pretend that his child was not inside your tummy all day.

You tried to schedule ultrasounds before or after work but sometimes one of you would have to take the day off in advance for ‘a family thing’ while one of you would mysteriously ‘fall ill’ the day of.

Your doctor had just given you the all clear that the baby was perfectly healthy at the end of the first trimester so you were ready to tell the team.

You wore a tight shirt with a jacket over it for the announcement. You let go of Spencer’s hand right before he entered the bullpen.

“See you on the other side,” you winked before sneaking off to the other entrance of the round table room.

You heard Spencer ask if everyone could join him in the conference room for a special announcement.

“What’s all this about, Kid?” Derek asked.

“I have been dating someone for just over 7 months now and she is amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, and I love her so so much. We found out about two months ago that she is pregnant. We actually just got back from the final ultrasound of the first trimester,” Spencer announced.

The team was speechless for about a minute.

“Congratulations,” Hotch finally spoke for everyone.

“WHO IS IT?” Penelope asked.

“She’s actually right out here. I have a feeling you’ll like her,” Spencer smiled.

You stripped off your jacket so your belly bump was on full display as you entered the room.

“Hi guys,” you waved as Spencer wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

The team erupted into gasps and cheers.

“You…and her???” Derek couldn’t seem to process this new information, “How did a group of profilers miss this?”

“Because my boyfriend is a genius,” you grinned up at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No, my girlfriend is way smarter. She scheduled all of the ultrasounds and how to get the time off,” Spencer smiled down at you.

“Okay, we’re both geniuses so the baby will be a genius too,” you concluded.

Spencer bent down to give your belly a kiss as the team ‘aww’ed.

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[ptergwen]

smoke and mirrors

⇢ richkid!tom x richkid!reader ⇠

w/c: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, drinking, light angst, and implied smut

summary: because of your mother’s insistence on a pristine family image and tom’s messy one, you deny your true feelings for him

a/n: ok ok ok the pics of tom in monaco really made me think and i had to get everything out of my system so here we are! thank you and enjoy x

-

your living room is engulfed by a hushed chatter that comes from far too many guests. half the people, you hardly know. it’s overcrowded, superficial, and the last place you want to be. it’s one of your mother’s get-togethers, as she likes to call them. these things are always far from the casual affairs they sound like.

weeks go into planning, caterers and decorators making themselves at home in yours. the family’s image is everything to your mom, so being a good hostess is her top priority. ironically, she’s more concerned with throwing her gatherings than raising you. so much for family, huh?

the only reason you agreed to make an appearance tonight is that tom might do the same. he’s a really good friend, someone you’ve been able to count on through all the mess that is your lives. you met in high school, when he moved from london to the states. his dad was offered a job promotion he couldn’t pass up. plus, tom and his brothers would be receiving a stellar private education here in america.

it was a win for everyone, especially you. the freckle faced boy who got lost on his way to english class became your closest confidant. tom’s company is such a sweet escape. he’s not interested in opera or the stock market like most people you meet are. he sneaks you out to go on walks at dawn and does shots with you until you can’t stand straight.

as you two continue to grow together, revelations about yourselves have come to light. what you want beyond your inheritances, who you want beyond friendship. you figured out the second part on a faithful night recently. tom showed up to your place with a bottle of tequila. after you drank it down through lots of lime chasers and giggles, he kissed you. you didn’t kiss back.

your heart said to go for it, but your mind pulled you back in. you were so shocked and overcome with new feelings, you froze up. that, and you’d infuriate your mother. although she cares about tom a great deal, she loathes his public figure. he’s always getting papped in places and with people he shouldn’t be. the two of you together would just destroy her.

you still want to please your mom at the end of the day, no matter how deep under your skin she gets.

tom immediately apologized and tried play it off as him being drunk. you grew up with him, became part of each other’s families, which means you know him well enough to know he was lying. he meant every second his lips were on yours.

what you need to do now is something you’ve meant to for a while. the only problem is that you’re stuck at your mother’s party, and tom hasn’t shown up yet.

“y/n, darling,” your mom calls for your attention. she’s dragged you into a conversation with some bloggers, but you haven’t spoken a word. “why don’t you tell us about your trip to spain last summer?” she plasters on her award winning grin and squeezes your shoulder. it’s time to play along.

“oh, it was beautiful,” you halfheartedly reply, more to the bloggers than her. they nod in clear interest. one jots down notes. “we went for a few weeks and visited a bunch of different cities. i’d love to go back sometime.” the typical press formatted answer earns your mom’s approval. you’re off the hook. your eyes start to wander around the room, hoping to set on tom.

“we?” the woman taking notes asks. must everyone pry? “my friend and i,” you shortly reply. you’re standing up on your tiptoes to see over the crowd. you’d think six inch heels would do the trick. “i’m actually looking for him right now, so if you’ll excuse me,” you offer a polite smile and silently pray they won’t ask who. unfortunately, your wishes don’t come true.

the other blogger, a short and stubborn man, speaks up. “just a friend you say? come on, tell us. who’s the lucky fella?” he inquires. your mother raises a firm eyebrow, signaling for you not to.

tom has a reputation for his reckless behavior. it’s your mom’s worst nightmare when the media associates your names under most circumstances. you’re representing her, so she does whatever she can to control how you’re seen. you’re constantly in the papers, being a young socialite and all. it sucks.

“he’d like to stay out of the tabloids, sorry,” you cover for tom, on your mom’s behalf. “i should really go. it was nice meeting you.” the bloggers don’t bother to hide their disappointment as you shake their hands. your mother rubs your back in approval. “thank you for doing that. we’ll talk later,” she speaks lowly. “bye, mom!” you practically make a run for it. 

weaving through the sea of people, you end up by the main entrance. it’s hard not to get lost even though it’s your house. the place is packed with girls just a couple years older than you, wearing pearls around their necks. men’s strong colognes flow through the air. you’re in a form fitting red slip dress and louboutins yourself.

smoke and mirrors is what they call it. you show the pretty parts to distract from your ugly ones.

harrison suddenly comes waltzing in with a lady on either of his arms. you’d expect nothing less. he’s tom’s best friend besides you, considering the failed kiss attempt didn’t change that. their parents worked at the london branch of the same company. they each came to the states and met you. you happily introduced them to your world, helping to make it theirs as well.

“haz!” you meet him at the front door. he’s smirking while he leads the women inside. “fancy seeing you here, isn’t it?” he jokes. “very funny. i died laughing,” you deadpan, curiously eyeing harrison’s plus two. they merely giggle. “listen, have you seen tom anywhere? if he’s coming.” you’re fighting back a frown. “why wouldn’t he be?” harrison questions in a more serious tone this time.

“long story. you have guests to entertain, so i won’t get into it now,” you decide and manage a small smile instead. he perks up. “right. i’ll let you know if i see him?” nodding, you give him a wave goodbye. “enjoy yourself.” “you too, love. cheers!” the girls lean into him, harrison wiggling his eyebrows at you. he’s ridiculous.

hours pass by without word of tom. it isn’t like him to miss an event, especially if you’re in attendance. you despise these exhausting nights, and he’s supposed to be your rock during them. he should have his arm draped around your shoulders, whispering silly remarks to you while you hide out somewhere. you miss him more than you thought possible.

you’re just about to give up when you spot nikki ushering her husband inside. behind them follows tom, clad in a grey checkered suit with his locks perfectly tousled. he’s here. you waited the whole night, and he finally came.

tom kisses his mom on the cheek before strutting over to the drink table, not without a few reporters hassling him. they’re probably looking for another holland scandal to break. he declines their requests for comments on this and opinions on that, instead pulling up a chair next to harrison. the two exchange hugs and fix themselves glasses of champagne, you watching their encounter.

harrison fills tom in on the drama he’s missed tonight while they sip their drinks. tom keeps forcing smiles that don’t reach his eyes. he’s fiddling with his fingers, leg bouncing up and down steadily. those are the telltale signs he needs saving. however awkward it may be, you’re going to have to break your silence. it was bound to happen eventually.

“mate, i’m telling you. she fit her entire first right up her-“ “boys,” you cut into harrison’s story, greeting him and tom. his face tints deep pink upon your arrival. “don’t let me stop you. finish your charming anecdote,” you encourage him and subtly glance over at tom. he’s biting back a grin as he sets his elbows on the table.

“not with a lady present. let’s just… pretend you didn’t hear that,” harrison chuckles nervously and hops to his feet. “i’m gonna leave you two to chat.” humming, you move to take his chair. tom sucks in a breath. “what happened to the girls you brought?” you wonder. “they left. said they got bored,” harrison admits, tom stifling laughter. he elbows his friend for that.

“oh, fuck off. i’ll see you later,” he mopes, flicking your arm for good measure. tom salutes him and grabs his nearly empty champagne. “so long, bruv.”

it’s just you and tom now, seated side by side, silently so. he has no intentions of speaking first. he’s too embarrassed, and you don’t blame him. this is on you. you clear your throat before starting the conversation.

“can i top you off?” you tap the bottom of his glass with a tiny smile. tom shakes his head. “i’m alright, thanks.” he finishes the last sip and sets it down, turning to face you. your smile has vanished. “wasn’t sure you were gonna make it. i’m glad you did,” you change the subject. as if he’s considering the sincerity behind your words, tom furrows his eyebrows.

“mum wanted us to. she dragged me and dad straight off the golf course,” he explains and clasps his hands in his lap. his fingers interlock with each other. you fight off the urge to replace them with yours. “we would’ve been here sooner, but the paps are camped outside.” the hint of a smile forms on his lips, at last. “guess it’s not often you get the town’s finest under one roof.”

“you think i’m one of the town’s finest?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm. something flashes behind tom’s eyes. he looks right into yours, scooting closer. “absolutely. you’re the most eligible bachelorette in this whole building.” you allow a toothy grin to spread across your face. “tommy, stop it. you’re too nice to me.”

the nickname is music to his ears. tom looks you up and down, licking his lips simultaneously. “no, seriously. you look gorgeous,” he muses, you pushing at his chest. he exhales a breathy laugh, and you giggle yourself. “red’s definitely your color.” “reverse card. you wear it way better than i do,” you insist. your fingers tug at the collar of his suit. “too bad you didn’t match me.”

you’re relieved you two can talk like you usually do, light flirting and good vibes. it might not be so hard to put the kiss behind you. well, you can’t go on pretending it didn’t happen. you have to at least discuss the fiasco. tom should know why you didn’t reciprocate, then you can take it from there. whether he still has feelings for you, assuming he ever did, will depend on how that turns out.

“not to ruin the fun, but we still have to talk,” you murmur, tom’s body stiffening across from yours. he’s not sure he’s ready to discuss that. “can it wait? we’re at a party,” tom reminds you, running a hand through his styled locks. “yeah, my mother’s. don’t tell me you’re having a good time,” you playfully chastise him. he simply shrugs. “hardly. you’re the best part.”

you ignore the butterflies roaming about your body.

“you won’t mind a quick convo, then. it is with me,” you attempt to persuade him and place a hand on his knee. tom coughs a bit too loudly, the contact surprising him. “you know what? i think i’ll take you up on that drink first,” he decides with a mustered up smile. “coming right up.” you pat his leg before taking his glass. he chews on his lower lip while you poor the bubbling liquid. that was certainly… odd.

you slide tom his champagne back with an exaggerated wink. tom scoffs at this. “mm, thanks. care to join me?” he brings the alcohol to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. your mother specifically said no drinking tonight, since the press would be here. screw your mother, though. “please. could you hand me a glass?” you eagerly grab the champagne bottle. tom searches for an empty cup next to him.

you two are unspoken drinking buddies at this point.

“here you are, darling,” tom drawls, holding out the glass for you. every time he calls you that, you completely melt. “thanks, tommy,” you purr in response. you’re finally pouring your own drink when someone taps you on the shoulder, and hard. you look behind you to find your mother standing with her hands on her hips, less than thrilled. speak of the devil.

“hello, mother. can i help you?” you make sure to ask rudely. she responds with a smile that’s obviously fake. if tom weren’t here, you’d be getting scolded. “yes, my darling. those bloggers from earlier were hoping you’d finish your interview.” your mom shakes your shoulder in a motherly way. you squint up at her. “didn’t they leave hours ago-“ “they’re back,” she sharply informs you.

she’s lying, and you have a hunch as to why.

frowning, you hold tom’s hand in both of yours. “sorry, this won’t take long. why don’t you go find tuwaine?” you suggest instead. “he’s around here somewhere.” tom gives you an understanding nod and laces your fingers together, even if it’s only for a moment. “must be chatting up some producers or whatnot. i’ll see if i can help.” he’s such an incredible friend to everyone. he deserves the same from you.

“thomas, so lovely to see you,” your mom interrupts. tom stands up, kissing both her cheeks out of courtesy. “you, too. what a wonderful party. thank you for having us.” despite what the rest of the world believes, his manners are impeccable. “of course. give nikki my best, will you?” your mom puts her hands on his shoulders. he grins at her. “definitely. take care, mrs. y/l/n.” “always a pleasure,” she states, nudging you to come along with her.

you shoot tom one last apologetic look as your mother pulls you along and towards the crowd.

tom is no idiot. he’s well aware how she really feels about him.

when a swarm of guests is surrounding you, your mom lets go. you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “why would you do that? i haven’t seen tom in days.” she sighs without a care. “isn’t it time you branch out? expand your social circle?” her manicured fingers ruffle your hair. you push away her touch. “i’m social enough. we were in the middle of something really important.”

you begin to walk away, but your mother takes your arm. “whatever you’re about to do, it’s a mistake. he’ll make a fool of you,” she practically spits. yanking your arm from her grasp, you laugh bitterly. “of me, or of the family name? look around, mom.” you gesture to the spot beside her where your dad should be. “as far as i’m concerned, i have no family except tom. i’m gonna go check on him.”

you’re gone before your mom can stop you. she simply stands there, utterly mortified by what you said.

you run around the house to find tom, stumbling in your heels and not giving a fuck. you’d truly meant the part about him being your family. all the holland’s, honestly. they’re the most genuine and caring souls, and you don’t want to lose the one you’re closest to because of your mother’s delusions. 

tom is in a circle with harrison and tuwaine, the three of them chuckling amongst themselves. you’d hate to bug him, but this can’t wait anymore.

“uh, tom?” you mumble his name, appearing behind him. he steps away with another quiet laugh. “hey, y/n/n. that was quick, hm?” your face gives away your distress. his whole demeanor shifting, tom reaches for your hands. “what is it, love? is something the matter?” “just… come with me,” you croak out.

you manage to smile at harrison and tuwaine, dropping one of tom’s hands so you can lead him upstairs. they each return the smile and share curious looks.

following behind you, tom keeps your hand tight in his own. he’d thought you were going to grill him about the kiss that barely happened. it seems like this is a much more pressing matter. his outburst of emotions can be discussed another time. now, it’s time to deal with yours.

you drag tom into the first room on the second floor, which is your dad’s study. he’s away on business this weekend, so he luckily couldn’t make the party. tom sits down in the office chair. you sit up on the desk, in front of him. your lip quivers the second his worried features come into view.

“y/n/n, what’s going on? why are we in here?” tom wonders, his tone soft. your heart clenches. “i- i wanted us to have some privacy when i told you this,” you sniffle out and blink back the tears forming. you’re sort of shaken from the conversation with your mother, and mostly because you have no idea how tom will react to your confession.

his hands come to stay on your thighs, right below your dress. they feel warm against your bare skin.

“tell me what? i’m listening, yeah?” tom gazes up at you with so much love. “lay it all out for me.” god, he’s fucking amazing. if only you knew where to start. “do you, um…” you trail off, letting your tears subside and words settle. “do you remember when your family made your big debut in town?”

a grin replaces tom’s frown, painting his beautiful face. “how could i forget? you made it quite memorable.” he traces circles on your thigh and elicits a giggle from you. “i spilled a whole thing of soda on your white fucking button down,” you recount with a lighthearted sigh. “right before your dad was supposed to introduce you to everyone, too.”

tom presses his tongue into his cheek to hold back another grin. “took ages to get it out. dad went mad when i didn’t show.” he cocks his head to the side, you leaning back on your hands. “you held me hostage in the laundry room so you could do that bloody stain stick.” your mouth drops open in mock offense. “i had to clean up my mess! i wasn’t gonna let the world meet you covered in pepsi.”

that was one of your earliest memories together. the holland’s threw a party and invited everyone who was willing to attend. they had been hoping to properly introduce themselves to the town, and this was their way of doing so. although yours and tom’s friendship was fairly new, you spent all night together because you had experience with such events.

tom’s dad was making a speech to thank the guests for coming. you and him listened from the snack table, until his name was called. he rushed to go up there while you were pouring yourself a drink. he’d bumped into you, and the bottle ended up all over him. you snuck tom right off to his laundry room.

you’d felt terrible as he stood there shirtless and blushing, you aggressively swiping his button down with a stain stick.

“why do you bring that up?” tom questions and continues circling your skin. you purse your lips. “i dunno. it was the last party i actually enjoyed,” you admit, putting your hand over his that rests on your thigh. “like to reminisce when i’m suffering through one of my mother’s.” his eyes shift to where your hands are laced. “i see,” he affirms. “so, is that… all you wanted to talk about?” “not even close,” you laugh out.

a burst of courage coursing through your body, you say it. “when you kissed me the other night-“ “i won’t do it again,” tom cuts in, trying to avoid the rejection he thinks you’ll give him. “it was a mistake, and i’m so sorry. our friendship is more important than my feelings.” you seem excited to hear that, though it’s not for the reason tom expects. “you do have feelings for me?”

he’d forgotten about his i was drunk excuse.

“um, yeah. i do,” he admits, cheeks rosy and lip caught in his teeth. “but, i’ll learn to put them aside, if that’s what’s best.” “no, no. it isn’t,” you dismiss him and put your free hand on his chest. “i love you, tom. that’s what i was really trying to tell you.” your words bring an instant grin to his face. he chuckles in disbelief, standing from the chair.

“fuck, thank god. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to hear.” he’s between your legs now, his hands moving up to your hips. you’re beaming at him as your arms snake around his neck. a burning question comes to tom’s mind. “hang on. why didn’t you kiss me back, then?” he almost whispers, thumb brushing over your hipbone. “this is gonna sound weird, but… my mom,” you reluctantly let out.

“you’re gonna have to elaborate,” tom prompts you and raises an eyebrow. you can’t hold back your eye roll. “she’s never been a fan of the person you are in the media.” his lips form a line. “i gathered.” your fingers tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck reassuringly. “i was subconsciously scared i would be letting her down in some way, if we were together.”

tom allows your hands to work their way up to his scalp. he exhales contentedly as you play with his ever so soft hair. “i understand, she’s intimidating. what’s changed that brilliant mind of yours about coming clean?” your nose scrunches up when he pokes one of your temples. “oh, yeah. i yelled at her earlier ‘cuz she stole me away from you.” his face lights up. “sexy.” “shut up,” you groan. “someone had to tell her off.”

“good thing it got to be you,” tom agrees with a squeeze at your hip. “‘m proud of you, y/n/n. it’s not easy, standing up to mummy dearest.” you tug on his hair. “like you’d know. nikki is a saint.” “that’s what she’ll have you believe,” he says under his breath, you gasping. his lips turn up in a smirk. “on that note… i love you, too.”

“would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t say it back,” you acknowledge with a cheesy smile. tom dips his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “yeah, yeah. save the attitude for your mum.” your legs easily wrap around his waist, tom’s breath hot as it hits your face. “let’s give that kiss another go,” you mewl. he doesn’t hesitate to reply. “with pleasure.”

tom’s lips land on yours, you kissing back right away. he smiles into it as your lips gently move together. “about fucking time,” he grumbles, your hands situating in his chocolate curls once again. he’s savoring every second you touch him, kiss him, love him. the taste of your mouth is one he’s craved for longer than you could imagine.

it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, you messing with tom’s hair and tom rubbing your hips. you lay back on the desk as his tongue enters your mouth. holding you by your waist, tom hovers over you. his tongue tangles with yours in a deep kiss. between that and his fingers beginning to massage your thigh, you’re done for. you’re ready to take this a step further by the time he’s kissing down your neck.

“tommy?” you grab onto his shoulders, your head back. his lips detach from your skin with a grin. “yeah, love? ‘s everything okay?” he coos, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone. “more than.” you tilt his chin up to peck his lips. “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you? just thinking ahead.” he laughs breathlessly, reaching into his suit pocket.

“conveniently enough, i do. not sure your dad would like me fucking you on his desk, though.” tom sets his hand on your leg that’s still hooked around his waist. “my room’s always available. carry me?” you make grabby hands and bat your lashes. he hoists you up by your waist, not lifting you just yet. “that would break the news of us, no? your mum’s gonna go apeshit.” he keeps his arms around you, chuckling.

“let her. besides, i know a couple of bloggers that would love to announce our status update.” you peck tom’s lips, grinning as you do. you’re suddenly in the air and being picked up by tom. the surprise of it makes you squeal, clutching onto his broad shoulders instinctively. he gives you the look of adoration that’s reserved for you only.

“we’ll go pop a few bottles with everyone, then we’re celebrating on our own.”

[arrowflier]

Can you write Mickey proposing to Ian. Like they are already married but Mickey finds himself thinking about how he would have done it if he proposed so he just does it 🥰

Mickey's hands are sweating.

So is every other part of him, but he's used to that.  The hands, though: that's a problem.

Sweaty hands make it awfully hard to hold the ring.

He feels like he's been planning this forever.  The proposal.  Trying to make it perfect, trying to make it special.  Trying to keep it them without having to punch somebody out in the middle of a crowded bar.

That seemed like the kind of thing that only worked once, anyway, and Ian had beaten him to it almost five years ago.

He looks around the room as he fingers the ring in his pocket, skin-warmed metal slipping between his clammy fingers. 

The restaurant is busy, and loud.  The Gallaghers alone are stretched over multiple tables: Fiona and Carl with Debbie and Franny at one, Lip and Tami feeding Fred at the next.  The Balls are in town, something about a kid's birthday party, and take up their own four-top.  Even a couple of the better Milkoviches have shown--Sandy and her new girlfriend, studiously avoiding Debbie's eyes, and Iggy, fresh out of lock-up.

He has Mandy on speed dial in his pocket, for after. She still hasn't gotten over missing it all the first time.

Ian is sitting at their own table, sipping at his fancy draft beer and poking at the screen of his phone as he waits for Mickey to come back from the bathroom. Liam says something next to him, and Ian laughs, tilting the screen so his brother can see. Liam looks past the phone, catches Mickey's eye, and smiles.

Mickey swallows. It's time.

He grabs a glass from the tray of a passing waiter, not caring what's in it or where it's headed. In lieu of a piece of silverware, he pulls out his pocket knife to hit against it and make it ring.

The tables nearest him quiet, but the room is still to loud. So he taps the glass again, then sets it down, and bangs his fist on a stranger's table instead.

"Yo, listen up!" he yells, and the conversations around him peter out. "I got somethin to say."

Eyes are watching him from all over the room. Eyes he knows, and eyes he doesn't. But he doesn't give a shit about them.

He only cares about the bright green eyes of his husband, wide and curious, and fixed on his.

"I'm fuckin gay," he starts out, voice catching on the curse. "Just thought you all should know that, first."

A few mutters make their way through the room, but he ignores them. Ignores the loud, "Yeah, we know," from Carl, too.

"So it shouldn't be a surprise," Mickey continues, his voice strengthening with every word, "that I'm in love with a man."

"Hell yeah he is!" Kev whoops, and Vee slaps him on the back of the head.

"Sorry, man," Kev says, just as loud. "Keep goin, you got this."

Mickey breaks to roll his eyes, and when he's done, Ian is smiling.

"Like I was sayin," Mickey pushes on, "I'm in love. With a guy." He lets his lips twitch up in A grin.

"A guy whose idea of foreplay is poking me in the back with a tire iron, who thinks a first date is banging in the cooler of a convenience store on break."

An old lady gasps off to the side, but her white-haired friend hits her with a too-large purse.

"Quiet Beth," she hisses. "Like you never screwed Daniel in the bathrooms at the corner store."

Mickey chokes on a laugh, hiding it behind the hand not clutching the ring.

"Uh," he says. "Right, anyway...turns out that guy was actually pretty fucking romantic."

He smiles, soft.

"Think he knew I couldn't deal with that back then, though," he admitted. "So we did other stuff instead."

Ian's eyes already look wet. His hand has fallen to Liam's shoulder, holding tight enough to turn his already pale knuckles white. Liam takes it like a champ, barely wincing.

"He was the first guy I kissed," Mickey says, and watches Ian bite his lip. "The first guy I let spend the night. His hand was the first one I ever held, without somebody else puttin it there."

Ian's free hand curls on top of the table, empty, searching. He grips the tablecloth, little wrinkles spiralling out from between his fingers.

"We were together for so long that even apart, I felt him there. Put him right on my skin," Mickey adds, hand over heart," so I'd never be without him."

He moves forward, past tables of strangers. Past tables of friends, of family. Stops in front of Ian, eyes never parting.

"And now I never will be," he finishes, "because he's my husband."

Liam forces Ian's hand off his shoulder, and scoots away. Ian is left clutching desperately at air.

"That's still not enough, though," Mickey says, circling the table.

Everyone is quiet, now, enraptured; Ian most of all.

"It'll never be enough," Mickey states, and slides down to one knee.

Ian is gaping at him, now. But he doesn't hesitate when Mickey reaches for him, offering his hand immediately.

Mickey takes it.

"I'd marry you a thousand times if I could, Ian," Mickey whispers. His voice still carries through the eerily silent room.

"But right now, I'll settle for twice."

He pulls his other hand from his pocket. Shows Ian the ring, the dark braided metal he placed on Ian's finger at their wedding, freshly cleaned and engraved for their anniversary.

"Ian Gallagher-Milkovich," he says, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt when Ian's breath hitches at the name, "will you do me the dubious honor of not divorcing me?"

Ian chokes of a laugh. A few others giggle across the room.

"Is that really what you came up with?" Ian asks giddily. Mickey nods.

"I mean, I figured we'd do the whole vow renewal thing too, make it official..."

Ian is still laughing, even as he starts to cry.

"Fuck you," he gasps out.

Mickey raises his eyebrows, gives them a wiggle.

"Only if you say yes."

Then Ian is falling into him, over him, chanting "Yes, of course, yes, you asshole,"; and their family is crowding around them, cheering; and strangers are clapping, shouting congratulations, offering to buy them champagne; and Ian pulls him up, and kisses him, and all of it fades to a dull roar in the back of Mickey's head.

"You're such a jerk," Ian whispers as they part, face wet with happy tears. "You made me cry, you asshole, and Lip is never gonna let me forget it."

"Think Liam took pictures," Mickey offers back, and Ian leans in and bites his bottom lip in retaliation.

"Your own fault," Mickey murmurs after Ian soothes it with his tongue. "You proposed to me in public twice, it was your fuckin turn."

Ian just smiles. The noise around them is dissipating, people going back to their meals, but they'll stay in their little bubble for as long as they can.

"Really up for doin' it all again?" Mickey asks. "Wasn't exactly easy the first time, and I ain't gonna go any easier now we can afford shit."

Ian's smile turns soft.

"Yes," Ian whispers, and kisses him.  "Always."

[bokutoslittlebird]

Our Wedding

Osamu x sister!reader x Atsumu

Warnings: incest, dubcon, alcohol, face sitting, collar and silk ties, bondage, f. oral receiving, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, hint of degradation, breeding, fingering, Atsumu bias

A year after coming to an agreement, you can say you’re at one of the happiest points in your life.

An agreement that led you to doing no more than feeling satisfied at every moment. It was bliss to live in comfort, no problem in your life that couldn’t be resolved. Atsumu made enough money and has a decent flexible schedule to keep you company, while Osamu did what he loved and always made sure to bring you scrumptious foods or making some fresh. Together, they never left you unsatisfied for too long.

With a bit of champagne in your system, you were still mobile and conscious, your lips just a bit looser than they would have been. But this was perfect for Osamu. While his mouth was occupied, your mouth was free to let everyone know just how good you big brother was at giving you pleasure. Even if he didn’t continue his volleyball career, he still had enough strength to hold you up, indulging in his favorite past time with you.

His tongue would flatten itself against your clit, only to then flick the little bud and wrap his lips around it, sucking harshly to have your hips jerking. He’d keep his arms securely around your legs, so you couldn’t leave him and you’d struggle less. Hands rubbed against your sides, fingers ghosting over your stomach as lidded eyes glanced at you. With your head thrown back, he could only see your breasts, hidden by your silk nightgown, and your arms. Hands were tangled in his hair, grasping onto it so tightly he’d probably find loosened strands when he was done.

Osamu couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. It’s all he really needed, honestly. The way you had sudden gasps when he’d swipe his tongue over the sensitive area, slipping into your cunt when you’re least expecting it. A long sigh of pleasure as he sucked on your clit, then a yelp when he’d give it a quick nip. Mewls as he moaned into you, hands tightening as he sucked harder on your clit. It was all so intense, he didn’t even realize you were so close to finishing until he felt the dampness on his face, his eyes widening at the syrupy liquid. He continued to suck and lick, however, cleaning up any excess.

It was Atsumu who ruined the moment. Osamu would happily die if it meant you’d never leave his face. “Hey, your time’s up, ‘Samu!” Osamu only groaned in response, his hold loosening as you slid off. Licking his lips in satisfaction, Osamu nodded at his brother.

“Did you get our princess her present?”

“Of course I did! What, you think I’d forget about such a thing? Just ‘cause I’m materialistic doesn’t mean I’d forget,” Atsumu huffs, holding up a pink bag with a ribbon. He ends up opening it for you, laying out the items on the bed beside you. It’s the garter from your wedding day, kept in pristine condition, and a white collar with a silver bell, the chime so sweet and gentle as he lays it next to the strip of fabric. The untainted white colors clash with the truth of how tainted you truly are, letting your brothers have their way with you for so long and now them giving you wedding gifts after an agreement from a year ago.

A long strip of silk fabric is pulled out next, long enough that you’re able to definitely tell what it’s for. Atsumu gives you a look, one that immediately you obey. Settling in your back and putting your hands above your head, he smirks as you present yourself to him. After all, this is his big day just as it is yours and Osamu’s. “‘Samu, why don’t you get our baby girl some wine? I’m sure she’s absolutely parched after you drained her,”

“Wouldn’t water be better?” He huffs. “I’d have to get the wine from the cellar,”

“Oh come on, it’s her big day. She deserves some wine. Don’t you think so, darling?” Atsumu directs the last bit towards you, where you nod, sending Osamu off.

With him gone, Atsumu is more than happy to tie you up as vulnerable as you are. The bindings don’t rub against your skin harshly or even dig into the skin, keeping your skin unblemished. He secures the collar properly, tapping the bell with his finger as he smirks down at you, eyes lidded while they trail from the bell down your body. Your nightgown stayed on, but he didn’t need to take it off. It was loose enough to pull down the neckline and your cunt was dripping and bare for him underneath the material, so he didn’t worry about it. Taking the garter in his hands, he slowly begins to slide it onto your leg. He’ll take you as he did a year ago, with the garter on and your body almost completely hidden from him, yet he knows it better than Osamu does. He’s had practice to learn every spot that drives you wild, every single expanse of skin he can mark and you can’t hide, every noise you can make and how to make it happen. He knows it all and he doesn’t want Osamu to know his tricks.

Garter securely on, he can tell you’re anticipating something. But, he won’t do too much. A press of his fingers to your clit already has you squirming, overly sensitive from Osamu’s tongue. That won’t bother him, though; he’ll just stick with his fingers. Pressing two fingers to your clit, he slides them down until he’s right outside your entrance. Licking his lips at how desperate you look, he pushes them inside of you to hear a sweet mewl, your body jerking as the bell jingles. He’ll go slow and steady, rubbing your walls and making sure your thoughts are full of nothing but him.

While one hand is inside you, his other hand runs under your nightgown, pushing it up as he rubs his hand over your stomach. The heat in the room has your brain going fuzzy, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the room, the alcohol, or the sensitivity you’re suffering under. Only when Atsumu’s warm hand runs over your stomach do you look down at him, blinking away the tears. “You’ll be full of us, won’t you? You’ll give me and ‘Samu some babies, won’t you?” He moves his hand a bit faster, picking up the pace as the squelches get louder and you curl into the bedsheets even more. “You’d be such a good mommy, y’know?” He tells you, but you’ve stopped listening. With eyes clenched shut and your teeth gritting against each other, you’re creaming in his fingers as heavy pants leave your mouth. “Now, now, you know I like hearing you cry like a little lamb, princess. Let’s try that again, shall we?”

This time, he lines himself up properly with you. There’s no reason to be so gentle, him sliding in easily from all the fluid around your opening. “Fuck, seems like you’ve been doing nothing but screwing Osamu while I’ve been away, huh?” He grunts, putting one leg over his shoulder as he leans down to look at you. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s the better big brother,”

Atsumu holds nothing back, hips meeting yours as you find your eyes rolling and another orgasm quickly coming on. He’s relentless, forcing you to ride it with no breaks, even as your legs twitch and your breath hitches with each brush of his cock against your sweet spot. Sweet calls of his name fall from your lips, mingled with gibberish he couldn’t understand but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to hear you tell him he was the best. Grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to face him, he asked precisely that.

“You- nii-chan has the best cock! Much better than ‘Samu-nii!” You cry out, feeling another world rocking orgasm as he lifts your other leg, keeping you spread open nicely for him with your head is thrown back and your neck muscles tense.

“I’m gonna give you a baby, princess. We’ll be so happy, together,” Atsumu moans, hips stuttering until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, making your legs twitch and fluids spray against his abdomen, a gurgled moan from you. He continues to rut against you, making sure you take every drop he gives you.

By the time Osamu comes back, you’ll be blissfully asleep and satisfyingly full.

[myfavoriteficss]

Marvel Angst Masterlist

This Masterlist includes all of the Marvel angst I have reblogged. The angst will range from very light to heavy depending on the fic. Enjoy.

Updated: 07/17/2021

Marvel Masterlist's

Masterpost

KEY:

Genre: (F) = Fluff, (A) = Angst, (D) = Dark, (J) = Jealousy, (V) = Violence, (H/C) = Hurt and/or Comfort

Trope: (ER) = Established Relationship, (EL) = Enemies to Lovers, (FL) = Friends to Lovers, (FE) = Frenemies, (FD) = Fake Dating, (F/B) = Friends with Benefits, (BU) = Breakup/Already Broken Up, ( C) = Cheating, (UL) = Unrequited Love, (SB) = Slow Burn, (P) = Pregnancy, (BS) = Bed Sharing, (SR) = Super Reader

Type: (AU) = Alternate Universe, (18+) = Mature/NSFW, (HC) = Headcanon

1. Wanda Maximoff

Written by: @aaron-despair

Not your fault (ER, F, A)

Written by: @abimess

It only takes the holidays (AU, A, F): (1) It only takes a commercial - (2) It only takes a pothole - (3) It only takes a lunch - (4) It only takes a party - (5) It only takes a Christmas tree - (6) - It only takes an unexpected visit - (7) It only takes a weird noise - (8) It only takes a fund-raising event - (9) It only takes a starry sky - (10) It only takes a Christmas gift - (11) It only takes a decision - (Epilogue) It only takes a deed

Too familiar, too hurtful (EL, A, F)

Marry me (A, F)

Written by: @aestethick​

Roses (A)

Written by: @allyouthought​

always (F, A)

Written by: @aphrodite-made-me-write-it

Cast A Spell (On You) (AU, A) 

Written by: @badgerfic

the serum (A, V): Part 1

Written by: @buckyssoldat

(UL, A) (1) Not in that way - (2) Gone

Written by: @c-is-writing

gaze into my mind (A, F) 

good enough (A, F) 

Written by: @cantcontroltheirfear​

Odds (AU, A): (1) Another One - (2) I’m Ready - (3) Bar With No Name - (4) That Much Is True - (5) Still - (6) Second to Last Last - (7) Even

Written by: @captainhotch

Cat and Mouse (A) 

Written by: @certifiedskywalker​

Waiting for Home (A) 

Written by: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

Je Te Laisserai De Mots (A) 

Written by: @delfiore​

i sunk in all the memories (A) 

better than losing you (ER, A) 

Written by: @desparadowrites

The Very Awful Not Good Bad Day (SR, A) 

Written by: @empyreanwritings

Almost Lost You (FL, A, F) 

Written by: @fallinforevans

you have me (FL, A, F) 

Written by: @forever-your-soldat

(ER, A) (1) Too Much - (2) Her Love 

I Can’t Hurt You (A, V) 

Written by: @frostedfaves

All Too Well (ER, A) 

Written by: @harringtons-imagines

Monster (A, F) 

Written by: @helloalycia

just a kid (ER, A, V, D): [one] - [two]

Written by: @hiiraya

(A, F) (1) one last dance (rewrite) - (2) one last chance (rewrite) - (3) with you

loving you had consequences (rewrite) (BU, A) 

you are my sunshine (rewrite) (A)

Written by: @jabbagabba

La La Land (A): Prologue

Written by: @jbbarnesnnoble

(ER, C, A) (1) Out of Everyone Else - (2) It's Me You're Gonna Miss

Written by: @kingsmanandqueens

Winsome Enigma (A, F) 

Written by: @lesbian-lilo​

Mission Mishaps (H/C, F, A) 

Written by: @lowkeyerror

I Have To See Her Again (A, V)

Written by: @m-lesmxrales

Safe & Sound (ER, A) 

Written by: @marvel-wlw

Somewhere to Run (A) 

Written by: @marvels-writings

Broken Sense (UL, A) 

Dreams that Come True (F, A) 

Always Safe (A) 

Scared (A, F) 

Hurting You (A, F) 

Wanted More (ER, C, A) 

Written by: @marvelsdc22

What We Thought We Lost (AU, FL, A, F): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @may-fanfic​

I Just Want You (A, F) 

Written by: @mcuwritin​

Mission gone wrong (A): Part I - Part II

Frenemies? (FE, A, F): Part I - Part II

Written by: @missmonsters2

About You (A): Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX - Part X

(ER, A) (1) Under the Light - (2) You Found Me

Find Your Way (BU, A) 

Last the Night (ER, C, A) 

Written by: @mymymarvel

Never Is Enough (A) 

Written by: @nermalina

so in love. (A, F) 

Written by: @nervoustrack

We're out in the open sea (A)

Written by: @nothingbutimagines

Last Christmas (UL, A, F) 

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

The pact (FL, F, A) 

Written by: @queenxxxsupreme

1950 (A) 

Written by: @randomshyperson

Sorry for your loss (FL, A, F): (1) I will grieve - (2) I will try - (3) I will get better. - (4) I will move on - (5) I will love again (18+)

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy (AU, FL, F, A): (1) The First Year - (2) The Second Year - (3) The Third Year - (4) The Fourth Year (Part I) - (5) The Fourth Year (Part II) - (6) The Fourth Year (Final Part) - (7) The Fifth Year (Part One) - (8) The Fifth Year (Part Two) - (9) The Fifth Year (Part Three)

Left Behind (FL, A, V, F): (1) Muddy Waters - (2) R.I.P to My Youth - (3) No Time to Die - (4) Save Me - (5) Someone You Loved - (6) Once a Promise, Always a Promise. - (7) Start a Riot - (8) Fine Line - (9) Please Notice - (10) Atlantis

Road to Healing (FL, A, F, 18+)

Drivers License (AU, FL, F, A)

The One (AU, A, F)

Written by: @rebeliz777

August (C, F/B, A): Part I (18+) - Part II (18+) - Part III

Again (A) 

Crumbling down (A)

Written by: @reminiscingtonight

(BU, A) (1) Better By Now - (2) Run Into You - (3) Still the Same

(FL, A) (1) Through The Dark - (2) If I Fall - (3) Breaking Point

(ER, A) (1) Cellophane - (2) Apologies

(AU, ER, A) (1) Break My Heart Again - (2) Burn It All Down

(FL, A, F) (1) Last Kiss - (2) All I Know - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (6) Breathe (It’s Out Of My Hands)

A Different Corner (A) 

Need You Now (A)

Let’s Hurt Tonight (ER, A)

Ghost of You (A)

Lego House (AU, FL, A, F)

Not Ready For Goodbyes (ER, A, F)

Hold On (ER, A)

Twilight Time (ER, F, A)

Feel It Twice (A)

I’ll Never Love Again (A)

Written by: @rogue-barnes-16

I’m A Monster (FL, A, F) 

Written by: @saintprinsessa​

Feeling You (A) 

Written by: @sapphicshots

to grow old in (ER, A, F) 

falling (FL, A, F) 

Written by: @shesaidnomaam

Witch & Wound (A, F): Part 1 - Part 2

Two A.M, Two Bottles In (A) 

Written by: @somewhatgreatexpectations

Love Goes (FL, C, BU, A, F): (1) Latch - (2) One Day at a Time - (3) Fire on Fire - (4) Like I Can - (5) Breaking Hearts - (6) Another One - (7) Palace - (8) Writing’s On The Wall - (9) For The Lover That I Lost - (10) Leave Your Lover - (11) Nirvana - (12) Lay Me Down - (13) To Die For

Love Me (Or Let Me Go) (AU, A, F): (1) Leave, Then Go - (2) If you need me, let me know - (3) Walk Away - (4) In the Middle - (5) Love Me, or Let Me Go - (6) Don't Go - (7) Separate Ways - (8) Set You Free - (Alt. Ending) Home

Written by: @spoopy-imagines-writer

Behind These Hazel Eyes (A) 

Written by: @starshipsofstarlord

Two Beds, One Home (A, F) 

Testing. Testing. (A) 

Written by: @subtlebucky

she lives in daydreams with me (A, F) 

Written by: @thenatashamaximoff

Dangerous Love (C, BU, A, V, SR): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Epilogue

Broken Love (C, A): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin

Guilt is an Ugly Mistress (ER, A) 

Of Love and Of Loss (ER, A) 

Written by: @waiting4inspiration

Why? (A, F) 

Written by: @wandaownsthisass

If You Need Me (A) 

Written by: @wandaromanova​

Should’ve Been You (ER, A) 

Written by: @wandsolsen​

Champagne Problems (ER, A) 

Written by: @wellsayhelloaagin​

Cross My Heart (ER, A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @wokeupinawalnut

(ER, BU, A) (1) Six Degrees Of Separation - (2) Wherever This Goes

Save The Best For Last (FL, A, F) 

Written by: @young-and-bitchy (deactivated)

Here You Come Again (BU, A) 

Written by: @8plasma

children of tragedy (A): [part 1] - [part 2]

2. Natasha Romanoff

Written by: @aestethick

Last Kiss (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @allfiguredout

Home (A) 

Written by: @aphrodite-made-me-write-it

To Mend (A, F) 

Written by: @c-is-writing

untangled (F, A) 

Written by: @crimsonspy

Don’t shut me out (FL, SB, A, F) 

Written by: @demxters

bluebird (A) 

Written by: @femreader

Don’t Go (H/C, A) 

Written by: @higherfurther-romanova

Then Finish It (A, V, D): Part 1

Written by: @hiiraya

(A) (1) didn't know what I had - (2) you were good to me - (3) what I want

closure (A) 

Written by: @jbbarnesandnoble

Rainy Season (A)

When We Were Young and Naive (AU, A) 

Written by: @jumbojamba47

Guest Room (A) 

Written by: @lesbian-deadpool

New Surroundings (A): (1) Glad You Are Back - (2) Glad To Be Home

(A, F) (1) We Were On A Break! - (2) I’ll Be Home For Christmas

A Fresh Start (A, F) 

Written by: @lilxberry

I Watched You Die (A): Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Written by: @lndlover

Somebody else (C, A) 

Written by: @lonelyandlovelorn

Loophole (F, A) 

Written by: @marvels-writings

(ER, C, BU, A) (1) Used To - (2) World Turned Upside Down - (3) My Forever

Not Meant to Be (A) 

A Reason to Leave, a Reason to Stay (A, F) 

Perfect (A, F) 

Past Come to Life (A, F) 

Piece of Your Heart (A, F) 

Make it Right (ER, A) 

Can’t You Tell? (A) 

Written by: @marvelouslytrekking

Finding You (A, V) 

Written by: @marvelsbanner

Someone to You (A, F) 

Written by: @may-fanfic

Because I love you (A, V): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @missmonsters2

Lead Me Astray (ER, A) 

Leave Me Lonely (ER, A) 

Stars Falling (A, F) 

Written by: @natasha-danvers

Oh (A, F): Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Longing (A): Part 1

Written by: @pietrosgf

the sweet escape (A): (1) what died didn’t stay dead - (2) you’re alive in my head

Written by: @pigeonp0st

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #2 (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

Can’t get over her (A, F) 

The rest of my life (A, F) 

A little help from the team (A, F) 

Doubt (A, F) 

Drunken confessions (A, F) 

Written by: @quickpiet

Walk it off (A, F) 

Written by: @rebeliz777

You saved me (A) 

Written by: @roger-that-cap

(ER, C, A) (1) cardigan - (2) tolerate it

peace (A, F) 

Written by: @romanoffswifey

Point Blank (A): Part 1 - Part 2

Written by: @saltybaltic

Come Back To Me (A, F) 

Written by: @sapphicshots

i can’t live without you (A, F) 

Written by: @satxnsupreme​

Welcome home (A) 

Written by: @shesaidnomaam

Natasha x Reader (A): Part 1

Written by: @startrekkingaroundasgard

“I didn’t mean it.” (A, F) 

Written by: @thenatashamaximoff

Dangerous Love (C, BU, A, V, SR): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Epilogue

Broken Love (C, A): Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin​

All That Matters (A, F) 

Written by: @vanillann

real or not real? (A) 

Written by: @vulpe-fox

Seeing You (A) 

Written by: @wandavixen

Hurt (A) 

Written by: @wannabe-fic-writer

Old But New (A, F) 

Fed Up (A) 

Written by: @wildhoney323

Moving On (C, A, F) 

Written by: @winedrunkbarnes

Roses and Regrets (A, F) 

Written by: @wisewidow

Gunshot Roses (A) 

Written by: @wokeupinawalnut

(ER, BU, A) (1) Talks That Break Hearts - (2) Talks That Mend Hearts

Written by: @yourmcu

Bloodlust (A, F, V)

3. Carol Danvers

Written by: @hiiraya

stay a little longer (rewrite)

the one (that got away) (rewrite)

get well soon (rewrite)

until the end

Written by: @missmonsters2

Move Me Along

Written by: @wlw-imagines-blog

We Don’t Talk About It

4. Yelena Belova

Written by: @a-simple-imagine

Left Behind

Written by: @empyreanwritings

Old Habits Die Hard

Written by: @marvels-writings

Stay

Written by: @nermalina

mild interference.

Written by: @rogue-barnes-16

Braids

МОЯ ЛЮБОВЬ

Written by: @thewitchandtheassassin

Promises

5. Michelle Jones (MJ)

Written by: @borntobewondering

& Ever

Written by: @heckin-good-holland

In Her Arms

Written by: @leiasfanaccount648

Good Times

Written by: @sensestinging

Curious - Unfolding

[from-a-reckless-writer]

Supercorp - 49 please

Jess has been with her ever since the beginning of time. It might sound like an exaggeration but it really isn't.

Jess was already assigned with her ever since she was the Junior VP of LuthorCorp's Research division back when Lionel was still alive.

And when Lex inevitably drove the whole company into ruin and forced Lena into the limelight as CEO, Jess remained by her side.

So, really, Lena couldn't refuse Jess's resignation letter when it came, finally telling Lena that she wants to expand her horizons. Lena was beyond happy to hear that Jess was interested in going to grad school and finishing her Master's that's been put on hold. At the same time though, she also doesn't know how to let her go. It might sound a little selfish to keep Jess all to herself, but Lena's sure she's going to die the moment, Jess leaves her office.

But of course, Lena let her go, with a hefty final pay and a promise that Jess always has a place with L-Corp.

So truthfully, she doesn't have a problem with Jess leaving, what she does have a problem with, though, is Jess's replacement.

Jess made sure to choose the best of the best from L-Corp's array of eager interns.

Which means Lena has to work with the smartest, kindest, most fucking beautiful intern to ever grace her office.

How inconvenient.

"I'm her boss," she snipes at Sam, for the nth time that night. It's been 6 months of this. Of Kara coming into her office and making Lena's shitty day, less shitty. Of Kara being the most caring person in Lena's life. Of Kara somehow making Lena eat three full meals a day and getting her to sleep on time. Of Kara making her fall and fall, deeper and deeper.

Of Lena trying hard to suppress every little feeling she has when it comes to Kara by whining about it to her friends.

It's been 6 months of this and now it's Christmas and Kara is looking more and more tempting as the evening passes.

"Right, because that hasn't happened before." Sam rolls her eyes. "I haven't seen you look at another woman this way ever, Lena."

"Again," Lena stresses. "I'm her boss. As in, she works for me. She answers calls for me and she arranged this goddamn Christmas party."

"Then fire her," Andrea deadpans, taking a sip from her champagne flute, arm casually wrapped around Sam.

"Mm. I second that idea." Of course, they're ganging up on her. That's their favorite past time--making Lena's love life a source of entertainment.

"Remind me why I'm even talking to the both of you?"

"Because, you've fallen in love for the first time in your life and you don't know what to do because you're emotionally constipated due to family issues and it's Christmas and Kara's standing right there and I'm pretty sure you want to pull her under the mistletoe and we're the only ones who can help," Sam impressively lets out all in one breath.

"I hate you."

"We love you too, Lena," Andrea automatically responds. "Now, go tell Kara she's now unemployed because you want to rail her for the rest of the night."

"You can do it, sweetie. We believe in you." Sam raises her glass in solidarity.

"The both of you should be ashamed of yourselves." Lena glares at the both of them. "Christ, railing..." she murmurs under her breath at the same time she looks up from her drink and into Kara's eyes across the ballroom floor. Kara gives her a small wave, picks up her champagne float as if to toast, Lena raises her drink in turn.

Kara smiles. Lena flushes.

She's going to blame it on the alcohol when Andrea starts to ask.

Kara is on the other side of the ballroom floor, chatting up one of Lena's tech and bioinformatics staff, Wilfred? Winslow?

Whatever his name is, but Kara doesn't seem to be paying any attention, Lena keeps catching her looking at where she is every 5 seconds.

"Lena, for the love of God, stop with the eye-fucking already. If you aren't going to woman up, I'm gonna get Kara over here myself."

Lena knows Sam isn't kidding with her threat. Sam raises her brow in that 'Well, what are you going to do about it?' way that she always does.

"Fire her and get it over with. I heard Cat Grant is hiring."

"Oh my god, you two! Stop it already, I am not going to fire her, and I am not going to break moral code and for the love of God, I DON'T WANT TO RAIL KARA DANVERS, OKAY?!"

She breathes in deep, her heart pounding from her little outburst. Sam's eyes is twice in size and Andrea's lips bitten in an attempt to hold everything in, her left brow twitching.

"What?" Lena grits. "Why are you looking at me like-"

"Ms. Luthor." Somebody taps her on the shoulder and Lena is confronted with the reason why her friends are completely silent all of a sudden.

"Kara," she whispers in horror.

"Uhm." Kara fidgets with the her dress. "I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time? I want to talk with you about something."

Lena clenches and unclenches her fist and tries to rein it in. Fuck, did Kara hear?

"Is it urgent?"

"Uhm yes, sort of," Kara mumbles. And then more nervously, "I promise, it'll be quick!"

"Alright," Lena acquiesces, heart running a mile a minute. She follows Kara and doesn't dare glance back at Sam and Andrea. She doesn't really want to hear what they have to say about the whole turn of events.

Kara leads them out into the empty balcony, National City gleaming brighter than ever before them.

The jazz notes of the holiday serenade from the ballroom fades out and becomes replaced with the soft quiet of the falling snow instead.

"What did you want to talk about, Kara?" Lena dares to ask, goosebumps running along her arm at the cold.

"I, uhm promise me you won't be angry after I tell you?" Kara says, almost a whisper, a plea.

What could be so bad that Kara looks so afraid at the moment?

"I promise, Kara." The words waiting on the tip of her tongue. Eager to give Kara whatever she needs.

"Okay, okay here it goes, okay," Kara mutters under her breath, hands wringing nervously, clearly itching to fiddle with her glasses.

"I want to leave L-Corp."

Lena's heart plummets.

"What?"

Kara steps forward, looks down at the ground and then back to her.

"I- I want to resign. I want to leave L-Corp. I've been thinking about it for a few months now, and I've finally made up my mind. I wanted you to know in advance. I'll be passing a formal letter to HR in January."

Kara's eyes are so blue under the moonlight and her words are chasing each other around in Lena's head. Kara wants to leave. Kara has been thinking about leaving for months.

And here Lena was, expecting her to stick around for forever.

"Why? I thought you were happy at L-Corp? What could possibly be the reason for you to want to leave?"

I thought you were happy with me?

Lena can't help it, the question comes out of her lips without her permission and she can't take it back.

She thought Kara was happy spending time with her, working with her.

But what Kara says next turns Lena's entire world upside down in a heartbeat.

"You," Kara answers.

Everything slows. Time stops and all Lena can see is Kara and only Kara.

"I want to leave. I need to leave. Because of you, Lena. I'm in love with you, Lena."

Lena's first thought is, Fucking hell Andrea and Sam are gonna insufferable after this. Her second being, KARA'S IN LOVE WITH ME, KARA'S IN LOVE WITH ME, KARA'S IN LOVE WI-

"I'm in love with you. And I think you feel something for me too," Kara utters softly.

"And, I also know how much you value L-Corp and how everybody perceives you and I don't want to start something between us, if it would cost you more than it would cost me," Kara tells her reverently, finally closing the gap and taking Lena's shaking hands into hers.

"Oh, God, Kara, I love you too. God, this is crazy, I love you too. I'm so in love with you."

Lena doesn't even feel the cold, all she feels is this crazy, dizzying rush of happiness at finally being able to say what she's been feeling. And to hear it said back to her.

God, is this what it feels like?

Kara is smiling so wide and it takes a moment for Lena to realize that she is, too. She's smiling so hard her cheeks are hurting.

"I really want to kiss you now."

"I really want you to kiss me now, too, Ka-"

She doesn't even get to finish.

Kara presses their lips together and Lena tastes the cinnamon of Kara's lip gloss, because of course, she's the kind of girl who would wear cinnamon chapstick for Christmas.

They're both smiling too hard to kiss properly for the first time.

Lena breaks away for a moment, only to kiss her again for the second time. This time, deeper, more passionate. 6 months of pent-up emotions and want and love.

"To be clear, you love me, you're not going to fire me and you don't want to rail me??"

"I am never going to let Andrea and Sam near you ever again."

prompts list here

[just-a-fun-loving-girl]

Friends in need// m.w

Max Wolfe x reader, platonic

Warnings: allusions to drugs, mentions of underage drinking

“-A Manhattan Maxploration!” Y/n heard as they were walking to the courtyard.

Y/n hummed announcing their presence, “I feel like if I asked about this Maxploration, I’m gonna regret it.”

Max slightly smirks and turned to the y/h/c, his best friend. “Well, I’m helping JC here with her problem.”

Y/n scoffed and walked down the steps to face JC, “Best way to get over someone is to drink yourself to hell, alone.”

“Alone-” Monet started. Y/n raised their hand in signal to stop the girl from continuing. “Yes, alone, in a bar with the bartender listening to your problems.”

Y/n stops and think for a moment before adding, “Or we take a page out of Serena Van der Woodsen’s book and make you an all round party girl. Show the world that a boy is not gonna stop you from living your life.”

“Yes!” Max exclaimed. “A party. Letting people who you are,” he added looking JC up and down. “And no one knows how to party better than us,” he boasts, putting his arm around y/n. “Document everything,” Monet said with Luna nodding in agreement.

“Do it for yourself,” Audrey starts, “don’t document it.” She finished earning some simultaneous disagreement from Monet and Luna.

“Document it.”

“Oh my god, document it!”

Y/n turned their head to the two girls behind them, “No, Audrey is right. Don’t document it.” They clicked their tongue and turned their gaze back to JC, “you will be having too much fun to document it. I will deal with showing the world.”

“Also, not only I will post it on my social media, I will also make sure it’ll end up in magazines and such like Serena Van der Woodsen, you know before Instagram was a thing.” Y/n explained.

—————————-

Hours later…

“She definitely looks like she’s having fun,” Y/n said to Max who hummed in agreement. The two are sitting in a booth watching their friend JC dance and have fun.

“I know,” he said, capturing the essence in front of them and posting it in his Instagram story. y/n did the same thing and lifted their arm to take a selfie of them and Max to post. Afterwards, they looked around saw the person they were waiting for, “Perfect,” y/n said, smiling.

“What?”

“The paparazzo that always seems to find me no matter where I am in the world is here,” y/n explained while getting up from their seat. Y/n is a renowned model and a rising actor; not to mention, child of a famous former actress turned fashion designer and a wealthy businessman, so they’re always bombarded with questions and paparazzi. Always in the spotlight.

“You invited a paparazzi?” Max asked after denying the waitress offering some medicinal things and suggesting for it to be offered to JC.

Y/n took a deep breath and turned to him, “Of course not. All I did is post where I am. And now, it’s time for Julien to end up in some paparazzi style spotlight.”

“Genius,” Max complimented. Y/n smiled, placing their hand on his cheeks, “I know.”

Y/n grabbed Julien’s hand and brought her to the middle of the floor whilst grabbing a bottle of champagne. Y/n shook the bottle and gave it to the girl who opened it, showering the people surrounding them with the drink. After a couple seconds, Max joined the two. The paparazzo caught the whole thing and Y/n is pretty sure that’ll be some serious headline along the lines of ‘New York’s Elite It girls partying too hard’ or ‘New York’s Elite gone wild’ or something.

———————-

After a couple minutes, Max came up to Y/n grabbing them towards JC and him. “What’s up with you two?”

JC gestures behind them and y/n saw, “is that your dad? On a date?” JC nodded still staring at the couple.

“How about you?” Y/n asked the boy looking down on his phone. He showed the screen to them in response. “Wow!” They continued, “I’m gonna guess you both want to do some research on this.” Both nodded and Y/n grabbed their phone from their purse and started investigating the blonde girl.

——————————————-

A day later…

Y/n groaned as they heard a knock coming from their living room. They have been busy with photo shoots all day and interviews too, they already missed a Broadway or something play that Max invited them to due to it. They’re extremely tired and want to just have some peach and quiet but it seems the world has other plans.

The knocking continues prompting them to say, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Y/n opens the door and in front of them made her eyes widen a little, “Rafa- I mean, Mr. Capaross.” Y/n greeted their teacher.

“Evening Ms/Mr y/l/n,” he greeted back, “I believe he asked for you.” He added gesturing to the crying and possibly drunk, high 18 year old boy sitting on the floor. “Max,” y/n gasped. “What happened?”

“It seems there’s some trouble with his dads. Family stuff,” the teacher replied. Y/n nodded and thanked their teacher who left after making sure the boy is situated in y/n’s place.

“Your parents not home?” Max asked. Y/n shook their head and replied, “Nope. Mom is in Paris reviewing clothes, dad is in New Zealand handling some business stuff.”

“Are you okay?” y/n asked after a pregnant pause. Max shook his head and buried his head onto the pillow. “Wanna talk about it?” Max shook his head and mumbles incoherently. Y/n stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen.

A few moments later, y/n emerged from the kitchen with two bottles of water and a whole sheet of cake. They handed the brown haired boy a bottle and a fork. “Well, I guess we can eat some carbs,” y/n started, “I’m not gonna force you to talk if you don’t want to.” Max looked at his friend and smiled a little taking a bit out of the cake. The whole night the two spent eating all of y/n’s junk food and Max confiding in his friend.

[cherryatiny]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠����𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡) 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Are you done, baby?“ Resonated the voice of your sugar daddy Hongjoong from outside the luxurious bathroom you were dressing up in. As you were finishing putting on dark red matte lipstick - the last detail of your makeup to decorate your perfect image, you opened the door and stepped outside into the wide hallway of his house.

Hongjoong was taking you out tonight. He had to use this opportunity of the only performance the worldwide famous soprano singer had in your city.

Coming out of the bathroom, you were wearing the black satin gown made by the best French tailors, Hongjoong bought for you when he was staying in Paris last week. It was as if the dress was made for you and you only, perfectly accentuating every curve you wanted to show off.

„Gosh, you look like an angel who fell straight from the sky, beautiful. Words can't explain how pleased I'm to accompany a lady this charming. Ladies first, we should get going to the philharmonic orchestra, shall we?“

Hongjoong bowed a little as he saw you, holding out his hand for you to take. A true gentleman. Going outside the luxurious mansion, a limousine was already waiting for you two in front of his grand house.

If there was anything Hongjoong loved more than you, it was spoiling you with everything you wanted, so when he heard that the primadonna you were fond of, was going to sing in your city, he had to buy the tickets with the best seats for you two.

Walking down the red carpet, straight to the VIP lounge of the philharmonic orchestra. Leaving your purse on one of the hangers, along with the coat Hongjoong helped you to take off, you sat down on one of the two velvet sofas there were, as Hongjoong did the same next to you.

The waiter who was previously waiting by the door came up to you two, a bottle of red wine from the best French winery in his hand as he poured you two a glass.

Throughout the concert Hongjoong’s hand never left its place on your upper thigh, your one, on top of his, fingers playing with the rings he had on.

However, the concert was kind of forgotten as you two just peacefully enjoyed the presence of each other.

The sound of a steak being grilled, vegetables being roasted, the tastiest smell of the chocolate lava cake that was being baked only added to the sight of your handsome sugar daddy Seonghwa, as you two enjoyed your time together in his black & white marble kitchen.

You were sitting on a kitchen counter, watching Seonghwa who had his back facing you as he stirred the vegetables, however, your mouth wasn't wetting at the vegetables, but the immaculate sight of his broad shoulders in the white shirt.

It wasn't a problem for Seonghwa to afford any 5-star Michelin restaurant or rent the best chef in the country to cook for you, but it didn't have the same atmosphere, nor was it a gesture that came straight out of his heart, like cooking for you himself was.

As he turned off the stove, he served the meal on pretty ceramic plates with golden lining. Pouring champagne into a fancy glass and dropping some strawberries into it, Seonghwa picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck to not fall, he seated you on a dining chair in front of the glass dining table

Flashing him a smile, you dipped your tongue into the bitter alcoholic liquid, cutting the vegetables and the meat on your plate, you put some of it into your mouth, the tasty food melting on your tongue.

Like seriously, is there something this man is bad at? He is the most lovable person you know, he's smart, he's handsome, he can cook, and he can definitely bring you a lot of enjoyable moments in bed...

„Enjoy the dinner, beautiful. I hope you’ll like what I’ve cooked for you and don’t get too full, because there are also some desserts waiting for you.“

You laughed at his flirty comment because you knew the chocolate cake wasn’t the only dessert waiting for you tonight.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Spoiling his sugar baby, buying expensive clothing and accessories for her, or just spending money on her in general, was probably Yunho’s favourite activity. So when he was scrolling down different blogs trying to look for some place to take you to next a photo of Milan in Italy popped up.

Travelling there wasn't a problem as your sugar daddy Yunho owned a private jet ready to take him wherever he pleased. And before you could say anything, you were already laying in a king-sized bed with a tray full of different types of breakfast food, because in Yunho's opinion there was no better way to start a day than with a tasty breakfast in bed.

Laying next to you, he fed you crepes with fruits, pouty smile showed up on his face as he saw how much you seemed to have enjoyed the food he ordered for you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ears so it didn't get to you face as you ate.

After the breakfast you had to take a shower because let's say, there just wasn't much energy left to shower the night before. And as you finished showering an outfit Yunho prepared for you was already waiting there, since you two were supposed to go out today and do some shopping for the next week's ball Yunho was taking you to.

And there came his favourite part of this day - shopping. It wasn't a coincidence he chose Milan for your trip, since it was a city of fashion you two adored that much. Shops like Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, or Versace, you name it. Yunho's hand found your as you two intervened fingers and headed your way through the beautiful city.

„Princess, take this dress as well. I’m sure it'll look amazing on you, this shade of blue is totally your colour.“

You know, when shopping with Yunho, everyone would feel like the prettiest person alive, he won't stop hyping you up or complimenting you as you show yourself off in different robes. The current blue satin robe, that was accentuating your curves went perfectly with the clear high heels with diamond straps that adorned your ankles. However, the diamonds on the straps weren't that shining as the ones in Yunho's eyes when he looked at you in awe.

„Oh god, no words needed, we must get you this dress, it's just so... perfect on you baby. Now… what do you think of us going shopping for lingerie and you give me another private fashion show afterwards?“

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

After you got into a sugar daddy type of relationship with Yeosang, you learned the difference between secret and private relationship. Even though people knew you two were in some kind of relationship, no one knew what it was about and apart of that, Yeosang liked to keep things rather private and just between the two of you. So the best dates in his opinion were the dates where you two weren't in public and could be just by yourself, which was quite difficult to carry out considering your busy schedules.

„Good evening, Mr. Kang. Your table is ready, the restaurant is closed down as usual, so you two could dine and enjoy each other in private.”

Said the young waitress, who was here always at the times you two came.

Showing you the way wasn't necessary as you always took the same table. The one right next to the glass wall with a panorama of the city covered in the dark, shining lights that decorated the evening in the streets.

You usually just stood there quietly for a few minutes, while the best cooks in the city prepared your meal. A glass of red wine, in one of Yeosang’s hands and the second one, wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. At this point, dinner at this restaurant was like a ritual, always keeping your schedule free for a few hours on a friday evening no matter what.

Every friday, Yeosang would reserve the whole restaurant for two hours, just so you two can eat in private, and spent the time talking and enjoying each other's presence.

„The view today is magnificent, the lights are shining bright, not as impressive as my girl though, but it's still very beautiful.”

Giving you a soft peck on your cheek, Yeosang's hand motioned for you to sit down on the leather chair with soft cushions, and talk to him about your week while enjoying your favourite food with the best man in the world.

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Gosh, princess come on, why does it always take you so long to pack when we go somewhere, it isn't like you're gonna wear something half of the time though. I told you that you don’t need to bring anything, I’ll buy you anything you need when we get there, so please hurry up already...”

You couldn't quite understand why San was being so impatient to leave when the jet you were flying by was his, therefore, it probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if you came a few minutes late, but you still listened and obeyed his complaints, zipping up the luggage you decided to take with you.

Turning around, your eyes fell on the already impatient figure of you sugar daddy San, the unbuttoned top buttons of his white linen shirt exposed how in shape he was, sometimes making you wonder why he hadn't become a model with a face and body like that, but when you came to think about that, if he were famous, he wouldn't have been yours...

San needed a well-deserved rest at some peaceful place for a while, since his job was stressing him out so much, and there wasn’t a better rest than a week on a private island with his beautiful sugar baby. And since you already finished your semester, there wasn't a problem with you leaving for two weeks.

His limousine along with a driver, with who you were well acquainted, was already outside his mansion, waiting to take you to the airport. San, like the true gentleman he was, immediately took the luggage out of your hand and opened the door of the limo for you.

Throughout the drive to the airport, you were sitting on the back seat next to him, your head on his shoulder and his fingers playing with your hair.

You fell asleep on the way to the airport since San for some unknown reason woke you up at 5 fucking am, and San just couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked as you were in the peaceful state occupied daydreaming. And because of that, he didn't have the heart to wake you up, so as you two arrived at the airport, his strong arms picked you up close to his chest as he carried you to the jet bridal style.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Seeing the impact your overly stressful work had on you lately, Mingi couldn’t leave you to suffer and cope with it by yourself, that’s why he had to come up with a way to help you relax, and there wasn't a better way to make you relax than to take you to a luxurious spa resort in mountains.

He wanted to dedicate you a week full of massages, swimming pools, jacuzzis, saunas and of course himself. While you two were there, Mingi had carefully planned out your daily routines, so you can get as much relaxation as possible.

According to his in your opinion completely unnecessary schedule, it was time for a good massage. But for real, what was the point of creating a timetable, when you could just be spontaneous. However, it was still really cute and thoughtful of him.

The male masseur hasn't even massaged you for more than five minutes, when Mingi told him off, jealous at having to watch the way the male's strong arms rubbed on your bareback rather inappropriately in his eyes. And that was why Mingi was currently massaging scented oil into your skin, certain that he'll do better than the male masseur because he knows what's the best for his princess.

His hands roamed all over your body, not leaving any part of it untouched, and by that time, you both knew that it wasn't just a massage to relieve stress anymore. He tried to hold himself back to not tug at the towel that covered your bottom half from him, his eyes drifted to the wet swimsuit you previously had on when you two went swimming.

„Princess, what do you think of jacuzzi right now? You know, the one that's outside on our balcony, we could watch as the snowflakes fell onto the ground, while mountains covered us from the sun, while enjoying the hot water and bubbles. And since it’s private I don’t think there would be any need to wear a swimsuit…”

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„Mr. Jung, here’s the virgin mojito for you and Ms. Y/L/N” interrupted the waiter you and your sugar daddy Wooyoung in a conversation full of teasing and sexual tension. Poor boy, the awkward discomfort visible on his face. You two smiled at him and took the drink he handed you „Hmm, virgin mojito, just like the first time we met, well except for the virgin part...“

You two were laying on the couchette, the beach umbrella keeping you safe before the piercing sun rays. You cringed at the reference about your virginity from the first time you two met in the club. „Oh my god, Wooyoung can you not-“

Looking at him in disbelief through the expensive sunglasses you had on, you both fell into a burst of deep laughter at the memories from a few months ago that were flooding back. Taking a sip from the cold drink in your hand, you eyed the people that were playing around on the beach or in the sea.

„Wanna go swimming, princess?“ giving Wooyoung a side-eye, you pondered over his idea, without any word being said you stood up from the couchette and made your way to the sea. Looking back you saw Wooyoung still sitting there under the umbrella watching you in the distance.

„You going or not?“ and with that, he ran over to where you were, a mischievous smile on his face as he picked you up unexpectedly, running with you deeper into the water, „Jung Wooyoung, if you throw me into the water, I'll fucking kill you.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Opening the massive door of your sugar daddy Jongho’s penthouse, with the golden entrance card e gave you, you stepped into the marble hallway. His housekeeper took the purse from your hand and helped you take off the coat you had on.

And as you arrived in the living room, he was already waiting for you there, his eyes shining brighter than the beaming smile he had on when he was you standing there in all your glory. You two haven't seen each other for almost two months he spent abroad.

And as soon as you caught the look in his eyes, you ran towards him, not wanting to wait any longer until you can finally hug him. Jongho's strong arms effortlessly picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist to get closer than possible to him as you hugged him, probably squeezing the soul out of him.

„Baby, I’ve missed you so much, my pretty little princess, I promise to never leave you for this long, every day I had to spend without you was like a punishment. And the guilt I felt for neglecting you was eating me alive, that’s why I had to bring you some gifts to make it up for you. Come on, let me show you.”

You pecked the tip of his nose as you always did, the look in your eyes telling him that you felt exactly the same without him, allowing him to take you wherever he wanted. Not letting you go out of his arms that held you up, he took you to the guest room of his penthouse.

The one that was usually empty, because you of course always spent the night in his room, when you were staying over. Opening the door of the room for you, you almost fell from his arms as you saw all the designer dresses, shoes or accessories there were. „Jongho, baby, but you didn’t have to buy me anything, I just wanted you to finally be home.”

„Well, then now you not only have me but all of this. I too wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, but you know how much I love spoiling the heck out of you, so buying these things for you helped me overcome the sorrow I felt from not being able to be with you, princess.“