#Just got a text asking if I can cover today an hour and a half before they want me in

[cxpperhead]

Unfortunately it's turning out to be another long working week so activity will be scanty again for the foreseeable future.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

fixation

words: 2.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, reader has an oral fixation

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drudyslut @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl @michelleisheres-blog @dream-pink

“baby i’m running out to the store real quick, do you want anything?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he walks through the living room where you’ve been for the past hour, book splayed open in your lap.

“a sucker please? cherry or strawberry preferably.” you answer, only half paying attention to your boyfriend as your eyes continue to skim over the text.

“sure thing baby.” rafe says, tucking his wallet into his back pocket before heading out.

time flies as you get engrossed in your book, barely feeling like you’re reading and more that you’re inside of the book, part of the story.

“i didn’t know which kind, so i kinda got a bunch.” rafes voice makes you jump, not even realizing that he had returned from the store as he dumps a bag of suckers on the couch cushion next to you. your eyes widen at the 10 different kinds he brought back for you. you eye the group and then pick out your favorite, but really you didn’t dislike any of them.

“thank you rafey.” you hum, accepting his kiss when he leans down and presses one to your lips.

“i’m gonna head to the gym out back, since you’re still reading. you need anything else?” rafe asks, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek. you’re so unlike any other girl he has gone for in the past, but it’s why he loves you so much. you are smart, but so innocent when it comes to certain things and he loves to teach you and bring out your wilder side.

“i’m good, thank you.” you say again, pressing another kiss to his lips before rafe is out the back door. you’re surprised how quiet tanneyhill is today, but you’ve learned for the most part that all the members of the cameron family spend their days elsewhere, with eloise and sarah still in school, and ward and rose working most of the day away.

you unwrap your sucker before returning your attention to the book, feeling so much calmer now that you have something in your mouth. you reach the climax of the book, fingers rapidly turning the page until you get to the resolution, and then ultimately the end of the book.

you take a deep breath, letting in all that air you were holding from when the dramatic scenes were unfolding before setting the book onto the coffee table. you turn to pick up another sucker before realizing that you had subconsciously kept getting more, and you now only had one left, the rest reduced to white sticks.

you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment even though no one is around, cleaning up your mess quickly but still unwrapping the sucker and sticking it in your mouth. you are just about to head out the gym, converted with weight machines and mirrors from a shed in the backyard, when rafe reenters.

“finished your book?” rafe asks, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

“mhm.” you nod. “it was really good, i’m gonna rate it 4 stars on storygraph later.” 

“glad you liked it baby.” rafe comes up and kisses your cheek, considering your mouth is still occupied by the cherry sucker. “if you want to put the rest of the suckers in the candy cabinet, you can.” rafe says, referring to the one cabinet in the cameron home stocked full with junk food, from chocolate to greasy chips.

“i- um…” you trail off before pressing your lips together.

“what?” rafe asks, a slight smile on his lips, loving when you get flustered like this.

“i kinda ate them all. i didn’t even realize i just kept sucking.” you shrug, averting your gaze from rafe, so you miss the smirk that comes to his face.

--

“does anyone want any gum?” kelce asks, opening up the package and taking a piece for himself.

“oh my god, me!” you say, reaching out when kelce offers one to you, a slight look of confusion on the desperation in your voice as you stick the minty gum into your mouth and begin to chew. 

“i’ve been going crazy not having something in my mouth.” you say, turning your attention to rafe as kelce refocuses on the game. you’re not the biggest basketball fan, you find it entertaining enough to always agree when rafes asks you if you want to come with him and the boys, but you don’t understand most of the calls the refs make and the loud screaming from the crowd hurts your ears.

“you’re so precious, baby.” rafe says, pressing a few kisses to your cheek, leaving you to scrunch your eyebrows together, not sure what you did to gain that reaction but certainly not complaining.

you crunch the gum between your teeth, much happier now that you can focus on that and drown out some of the noise as you lean into rafe, his arm moving to be placed securely around your shoulders, up until the game comes down to a final shot, whipped from halfcourt towards the basket as the timer counts down, the ball ultimately swishing through the rim, making the entire crowd jump to their feet as the team gets the buzzer beater.

“that was exciting!” you tell rafe as you head out of the building, your hand encapsulated in his. “thanks for letting me along on boys night.” you call to topper and kelce.

“happy to have you.” topper says with a friendly smile, making rafe tighten his grip on your hand slightly.

--

“do we have any popsicles?” you ask, fanning your face with your hand, the bright sun beating down on the boat.

“yeah, should be in the cooler in back.” rafe says, gesturing towards the back of the yacht as he continues to steer the boat to the place he wants to anchor for the day to fish.

“mmkay thanks.” you say, getting up off the captains bench, where you always sat with rafe so he could keep a close eye on you while he also paid attention to the water in front of him. “you want one?” “nah, thanks though baby.” rafe glances away for a moment to look at you, his eyes soft. “hurry back though.” you smile, knowing he’s only being so strict with you because he loves you. you rush to the back of the boat, digging into the cooler for a red popsicle before returning to take your place next to rafe.

“are you too hot? you should drink water too.” rafe says, placing one hand on your thigh while he steers the boat with the other.

“nah, just wanted something cool in my mouth.” you say, too focused on the sun glimmering off the water in front of you to notice that rafe has to readjust himself in his shorts.

“gonna try this spot first.” rafe says, slowing the boat to a stop. you get up and move to where you know he’s going to fish from. you used to offer to help anchor, but you know rafe would never let you get your hands dirty.

“are you good princess?” rafe asks once everything is done, fishing pole and tackle box in hand.

“all good.” you nod, already having gotten a second popsicle from the cooler.

--

“what is it?” rafe asks.

“huh?” you question, taking your thumb out of your mouth that you didn’t even realize you were sucking on until rafe spoke up.

“you keep sucking on your fingers and you’ve got that look in your eyes. are you nervous for something, doll?” rafe asks, his voice soft and genuine.

“midsummers.” you pout, making rafe tilt his head to the side. he’s such a confident man, especially in social situations. he’s charming and outgoing, meanwhile you prefer to keep to yourself and watch things from afar, but it’s impossible with rafe, he’s always the center of attention in any room, like all the lights shine on him.

“i’m gonna be with you the whole time.” rafe says, not even having to ask why you’d be nervous for the big party.

“i know, i still hate the idea of all those eyes on me.” you shudder, sticking your thumb back into your mouth to provide some comfort.

“if you need to leave, we can leave after making an appearance.” rafe says, knowing he’d get shit for not sticking around longer, but he doesn’t care, you come first, always.

“thanks rafey.” you say, slightly muffled by your thumb in your mouth.

“i love you, baby.” rafe leans in, pressing a kiss to your jaw before pulling you onto his lap, letting you relax against him, eyes fluttering close as the sucking on your thumb eventually slows as you fall to sleep curled up in his arms.

--

“can we stop and get some gum? or a sucker?” you ask rafe, hands nervously twitching in your lap.

“baby, we are on a tight schedule we can’t be making stops for candy.” rafe says with a sigh, wishing he could accommodate you, but he knew he’d be in a rush ever since he stayed in bed this morning for an extra fifteen minutes to cuddle and kiss you.

“barry is late all the time, i don’t even know why you have to be on time to meet him.” you complain.

“don’t be a brat.” rafe says, already stressed out. sure, barry is often late, but rafe has different expectations of himself, and if he says he’s going to meet barry at a certain time, you can be damn sure that he will be there on time, if not five minutes early.

you cross your arms over your chest, not bothering to hide your annoyance from your boyfriend.

“here, you just wanna suck on something, go ahead and suck on my finger.” rafe says, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while he shoves his finger towards your mouth.

you would say no, but that really is all you want, so you pull your knees up to your chest and rest rafes wrist against your knees, sticking his finger into your mouth, moaning slightly around it at the pure relief of having something to focus on while rafe speeds down the backroads.

you suck on his finger, swirl your tongue around it, even gently press your teeth down on it, all while rafe sits there, cock swelling in his jeans while he wishes it to stay down, not needing to greet barry with a hard on, especially when you’re so blissfully unaware of the effect your mouth is having on him.

“alright we are almost there.” rafe says, making you whine when he takes his hand away, again reaching down to adjust his crotch, not sure how much longer he can put up with this.

--

“can we go to the store and buy a sucker? or maybe get some ice cream?” you ask, hands pawing at rafes chest as you lay in bed.

“come on, i just wanna stay here all day.” rafe says with a yawn. you were both up late partying, but you were getting bored of just sitting in bed all day, even if you do like being pressed up against your boyfriend.

“give me your fingers again then.” you reach out for his hand, but rafe snatches it away.

“i have something else you can suck on.” rafe says, making your head quirk to the side, inquisitive.

“you trust me, right?” rafe says, which you of course eagerly nod to. you trust rafe more than anyone else, so when he raises his hips and lowers his sweatpants down his legs before kicking them off to the floor, you don’t feel the same nervousness that you usually do.

“you want me to… give you head?” you swallow thickly. “i told you i’ve never done it before.” you’ve had sex with rafe before, but the focus was always on you, how he could bring your body to pleasure, how he fit inside of you.

“i know, but you’re always wanting to suck on something.” rafe shrugs. “might as well suck on my dick. besides, i’ll teach you.”

“o-okay.” you nod, eyes flicking between meeting rafes gaze and his length, clearly obvious and straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“now, i’m already hard just because i always am being around you, but why don’t you explore a bit with your mouth over my underwear, hm?” rafe says. you nod, figuring the best thing to do if you felt nervous was following his directions, afterall, he hasn’t led you astray in the past.

you slide down the bed until you’re laid on your stomach between his legs. you start with kisses around his underwear, before planting one on his length, kissing down the shaft until you reach where you presume his head is. you flick your tongue out, giving an experimental lick that makes rafe moan, so you double down on your effort, pushing your tongue against the fabric, creating a wet spot.

“that-that feels really good.” rafe says, his voice so breathless, causing you to look up at him, his eyes glazed over with lust.

you take matters into your own hand upon seeing how turned on you’re making him. you always let him finger you, or eat you out, or fuck you to orgasm, but you’ve never done the same to him in return, mostly because you are inexperienced. so, you pull his underwear down suddenly, allowing his cock to spring up.

you don’t give yourself any time to feel insecure as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, making rafe curse and bring a hand down to grip your hair, but he doesn’t shove you down, knowing you’re not ready for that and will move at your own pace.

you rub your tongue against him, surprised by how much you like the taste as you try to move your mouth down some, to take more of him. you succeed for the most part until you have to pull off to take a breath.

“baby, when i cum you can pull off that way it doesn’t go all in your mouth.” rafe says, wanting to warn you now before he gets too wrapped up in the feeling of your warm tongue to forget his words.

“and what if i want you all in my mouth?” you question, sinking your lips around him again, trying to go deeper again before you start to suck, having had lots of practice with your suckers and popsicles. you may have never given head before, but you know to keep your teeth away from his sensitive skin, so you hope that means you’re doing a good job.

“breathe thr-fuck. breathe through your nose, baby, it’ll help.” rafe says, reminding you. you give a hum around his length in acknowledgement, making rafe let out another curse.

you try it again, sucking and then humming, sucking and then humming, and clearly from the look on rafes face, he likes the vibrations on his cock. 

you pull off after a minutes, licking around the base of his cock and slowly moving up, wanting to taste every inch of him. you get back to the head and notice he’s leaking slightly out of his tip, which you quickly dart up with your tongue, making rafes hips raise up, pushing his cock against your tongue.

“you’re so fucking good at this.” rafe moans, one hand still gripping your hair while the other is fisted in the bedsheets, trying his best to hold back from shoving your head down onto his cock and fucking your mouth.

“i’ve got lots of practice with sucking things.” you giggle before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head as you suck, flicking your tongue over his head every time you pull back.

you decide again to try to take more of him into his mouth now that you’ve gotten more comfortable, but you swear rafe has swelled as you can’t take nearly as much as before.

“baby-i-close-i-” rafe stutters out, pushing your lips further, causing his cock to push into your throat as he releases to your tongue softly licking his length even you gag.

you feel rafe release, thick ropes of cum lining your insides as you swallow down repeatedly until he’s dry, completely milked free of cum. you pull off with a cough, rafes hands dropping limply to his sides.

“god, your mouth is amazing.” rafe moans.

you smile at the praise, glowing under his words. you look to the cock in front of you, now softening against his thigh.

“can we do that again?” you ask, quirking your head to the side.

“absolutely.” rafe nods. “once i recover. why don’t we get you a sucker until i can get hard again?”

[rottenblur]

Post workout pump|A.ANDERSON

Abby x fem reader 2.3k

Summary: Your gym rat Tinder date isn’t one to not kiss on the first date, a coffee date is much more interesting with her.

WARNINGS: public shit, public fingering??? Dirty talk, Abby being bold as hell, head!! Fingering, quick mention of that liquor. Fucking on the first date.

Abby’s Tinder profile was simple, a couple of gym rat pictures, and a couple cute candid ones someone had taken of her with a background of beautiful scenery. The one that made you swipe on her was a picture of her smiling in the forest, normally you wouldn’t go for “outdoorsy” people, you wanted someone you could comfortably rot away with.

It was her fucking smile. The way that her hair practically glowed in the sunlight peaking through the trees, how her freckles complimented every feature on her face. It wasn’t just her looks though, you weren’t that shallow. Her bio was simple, simple in a way it didn’t seem like she was faking it for people to like her.

“Will fight for you.” And you believed it with every inch of your body, she looked like fought off bears for a living. She could break you in half, part of you wanted her to.

Your conversation on the app was short, you gave her your number pretty fast, I mean she asked for it.

You got a text from a random number quickly after you gave it to her.

(7xx) 8xx-6xxx: Hey beautiful.

You replied quickly.

You: Hey.. this abby?

The typing bubbles popped up immediately, she responded fast and used punctuation, which was rare. In your experience, and probably rare to everyone on dating apps. To be honest, this was your first time on a dating app, you had too much on your plate to even think about dating since high school.

Abby: [IMAGE ATTACHED]

Abby: Sure is.

The picture was a live photo in a gym mirror, she had dumbbells resting by her feet, her body covered in a tank top and loose basketball shorts. Her muscles were huge, you didn’t think someone could be that strong, the sweat making them shiny didn’t help how hard you were staring right now.

You: oh my god…

That’s all you can get out, you have no thoughts.

You: i’m blushing

You throw your phone, you’ve only been talking to her for maybe an hour and yet she already has you wrapped around her finger.

The text bubbles pop up, she’s typing.

Abby: Aw, such a sweet girl, already blushing for me.

If you weren’t blushing before, you were now. You couldn’t stand another minute not being with her.

You: are you busy today? I need to see you

Text bubbles pop up, then disappear, come back then disappear again. Read, for ten minutes. Were you moving too fast? You put your phone down, tidying up your room to distract yourself from the stress. You get into the shower, your phone on the sink counter for music. You wash your hair when your phone starts ringing, fuck.

You grab the towel hanging up, drying off your hands and step out of the shower to pick up your phone, it’s her. You press the green accept button and put the phone up to your ear, pushing your wet hair out of the way.

“Hey.” She says. Her voice, oh my fuck, her voice. It was gentle but so heavy with intent, she sounded like she only spoke if she meant it.

“Hi.” You respond back, wrapping the towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom to make sure she heard you well.

“God, you sound adorable. I’m not busy, just at the gym right now but I’m free in thirty minutes if you wanna go for coffee.” She says, you can hear the dumb bells banging in the back now.

Your mouth falls open, she really wants to see you? A date? Today? You forget to speak.

“Yeah, yeah please. Where to?” You respond back.

You hear her laugh slightly, then take a breath. “I’ll text you the address beautiful, you’ll like it I know you will.” God people making decisions for you was suddenly so hot.

You agree and giggle, uncontrollably. “Bye bye.”

“See ya.” She says then hangs up. Fuck you were nervous.

You get a text from her, the address was a small locally owned coffee shop just down the street from you, maybe she lived close. Surprisingly you had never been there before, maybe you could have met her sooner if you stepped out of your comfort zone more often, you would have met her sooner.

Twenty minutes had passed, you got back into the shower, finishing it and getting ready. Drying your hair and throwing on a cute fitting outfit, something easy, or just easy access, hey you weren’t against doing stuff on the first date, especially not with her.

You walk to the coffee shop, texting her when you arrive at the front doors, her assuring you she was already there. She was early, you liked that.

You walk inside and that's when you see her. She was in the back, in a booth manspreading under dimly lit lights. You walk over towards her, her hands set on the table, fiddling with a stir stick. She looks up and sees you, her blue eyes light up. She stands up, she towers over you. You look up at her, her freckles are even cuter in person.

“Hey beautiful, you look you know..beautiful.” She says looking you up and down. You smile at her muttering a greeting back. You were almost shaking, she was perfect, everything you could have ever wanted.

“You want a drink? I’ll order, just finished mine.” She says, placing a hand on your upper arm, it engulfed your arm in full. You nod and tell her your order. She smiles at you and walks off to order, you sit down scooting to the inside. A one-sided booth, leaving no choice but to sit right next to her, her boldness was attractive.

She comes back, placing your drink on the table in front of you, scooting herself right next to you placing hers next to yours. You pick up your drink taking a sip, as she lays her arm on the booth behind your back spreading her legs, getting comfortable. “Was that picture from today?” You refer to the picture she sent you earlier. She nods turning her head to look at you.

Her strawberry blond hair slightly damp presumably from a shower, her blue t-shirt clung to her arms, her jeans tight to her legs. God.

“You like what you see?” She says tilting her head at you, looking you up and down in return. You nod shyly looking away as you fiddle with the end of your skirt. She catches that, flicking your hands away, replacing them with hers. “You wear this for me? I like it, looks really good on you sweetheart.”

God the pet name, her hands on you, on your clothes. Her compliments, she has you melting. “I wore it for you Abby.” You say looking at her, she looks up from your legs to your eyes. She smiles, rubbing your cheeks, keeping one hand on your thigh. “God you’re adorable, I got you blushing already.” She takes her hand off your cheek and takes a sip of her drink.

“What made you want to talk to me?” She says as she rubs her thumb on your engulfed thigh. You’re fighting to not squeeze your thighs together. You look at her lips, and her eyes then respond. “You’re pretty, I mean you’re hot, you’re intimidating it’s attractive.” You say. She nods, humming a response to you.

“Well, I thought about how fucking cute you’d look with my head between your thighs.” She said it so innocently, her hand moving up under your skirt, you couldn’t handle it your trap her hand by squeezing your thighs together.

She clicks her tongue at you tapping your thigh with her free thumb for you to open your legs. You submit to her order, opening your legs for her. Her finger grazes your clothed clit, your panties wet from her teasing. You look at her and finally respond. “I’d like that, alot.” Your cheeks were burning up, your whole body was burning up with need.

She leans in closer to you, whispering into your ear. “You’re so perfect, so fucking ready for me, so beautiful.” A whine falls out of your mouth, uncontrollably. Her fingers continue dancing from your clit to your slit, teasing you no, torturing you.

You place one elbow on the table, the other gripping Abby’s thigh, you were dripping onto your skirt it was unbearable. You finally mutter out exactly what you need to say.

“I need you Abby, I need you.” You say. She pulls her hand away, awwing in response, turning your head towards hers with a grip on your chin. She smiles and shakes her head. “Ask nicely beautiful.” You lick your lips and nod. “I need you please, please Abby.

She lets go of your face, standing up and holding out a hand for you, you take it letting her pull you up out of the booth. Your legs were weak, even trembling, she noticed this and smirked at you.

She drove the two of you to her apartment, so fucking close to yours, her hand on your thigh the whole way there, her glances never made you blush any less each time. She parks her car and guides you up to her apartment with your hand clutched all the way there.

She unlocks her door, leading you in first, she walks in behind you, and kicks off her shoes. She grabs you, pushing you against the door connecting your lips with hers, locking the door with one hand, the other wrapped around your waist.

She pulls away, looking at you with those lustful blue eyes, they looked much brighter when you first met her but now there's nothing darker. She locks lips with you picking you up and carrying you towards her bedroom, her hands full of ass.

She’s mirroring your whimpers into the kiss with grunts, your arms wrapped around her neck. As she enters the bedroom with your legs wrapped around her, you fiddle with her braid, undoing it and running your fingers through the loose strands.

She throws you down onto the bed, the plush duvet sinking behind your back. Your quick breaths are loud in the quiet room, Abby stares are you eating you up with her eyes. “What do you want beautiful?” she says to you, stripping her jeans off revealing her grey boxer briefs, a wet spot that catches your eye. Apparently, you're not the only one worked up.

When you don't respond she hums a “hmm?” to you pulling you from your thoughts. “I want you, I want to feel you everywhere Abby.” A quiet grunt comes from the back of her throat. She leans to you, putting her knees on the bed and caging you in with her arms. She kisses you, her tongue tangled with yours. She pulls away to strip her shirt from her body, tossing it aside.

You admire her body, stripped from her tight t-shirt her muscles look even bigger. She places your hands on her shoulders pulling your shirt off. She leans down to unhook your bra and kisses you.

She scans your body, her eyes make you want her even more. She kisses your lips, pushing her knee in between your thighs applying the perfect amount of friction as she moves to make out with you.

She kisses down your bare chest sucking purple spots all the way down your stomach, your neck to your hips littered in hickeys. “So fucking good for me.” She mutters out as she flips the hem of your skirt up onto your stomach. She kisses the inside of your thighs, whines and whimpers falling out of your mouth with need.

She leaves marks leading up to your panties, now even wetter with want. She pushes them to the side, taking a quick lick and sucking on your clit then looking up at you. Her eyes, her face from the angle could make you cum right there and then.

“You taste so fucking good beautiful.” You were melting. She attaches her mouth back to your clit spiralling circles with her tongue, holding your hips down with one hand.

She rubs your hip as you fight to ride her face, take control. She sucks your clit and pushes two fingers inside, filling you so well. Her fingers found places inside you, you never knew existed.

Her tongue quickens it's pace as so does her fingers pumping in and out of you. Moans fall from the back of your throat, you can hear Abby’s grunts vibrating against your clit.

She disconnects her mouth, pumping and curling her fingers to the perfect spot at a brutal pace, she looks up at you, arched back gripping the blanket. “Such a good fucking girl.” Her praises push you over the edge. She connects her lips back pulling you quickly to your climax. You look down to her, as your thoughts dissapear.

You pulse all over her fingers, and she pulls them out, kissing your thigh. She looks back at you, as she sucks you off her fingers. “So good sweetheart, so goddamn good.” She crawls her back up to your lips kissing you gently.

She whispers into your ear. “You make such pretty noises for a slut.” That shocked you, after all those praises, she degraded you. It had you ready for round two all in eight words.

She lays next to you, looking you up and down. “Want a drink?” She asks.

You nod, she gets up tossing you her t-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear from her drawer, a pair of black boxers. They were loose resting on your hips as the shirt went to mid thighs.

She walks out of the room, and you follow her sitting on the couch as she pulls a bottle of dark liquor from her bar cart. You lay down, she sits down placing your legs on top of hers passing you the drink. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks at you, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Wanna stay the night?”

A/N: AHHHH I wrote this really fast if there are any spelling mistakes/ grammar mistakes LOOK AWAY. I love Abby thank you.

[nats--sw]

Gold chain (pt2) | Leah Williamson

Leah, among other things, can be a bit of a distraction for your game… but just a bit. warnings: none, just fluff and slow burn note: a short one for today,, thanks for all the love in the pt1 :( pt1 - pt3 my masterlist

It had been three days since Leah had received the Instagram notification. Every morning, she took a moment to think about whether it was a good idea to text you or not. So far, you had liked her latest post, and Leah was hoping to return the gesture, but unfortunately for her you hadn't posted anything new since your picture holding the Roland Garros trophy. Not even a story she could react to. Nothing. 

“So... how's it going?” her mother asked that afternoon. Leah had gone to visit her, finding herself with more free time now that the season had ended, not much to do aside from the occasional interview and events, nothing too physically demanding for her.

“Well, I have an interview with the BBC in a couple of days, so that's keeping me busy” Leah said, pacing around the dining room, her eyes wandering over the photographs on one of her mother’s many shelves.

“I'm not talking about work. I'm talking about your girl!” Amanda shouted from the kitchen.

"Stop calling her that. I still can't believe you embarrassed me in front of her” Leah retorted. Just then, something over the fireplace caught her attention. 

Right in the center, where her picture holding up the Euro usually was, now stood a small transparent box. Inside was your autographed tennis ball. Leah picked up the box and couldn't help but smile at the sight of your signature, along with a smiley face.

“Hey, leave that there” her mother scolded as she entered the dining room with the two plates of food for dinner. 

“This should be mine, I'm her fan,” Leah said, fiddling with the box in her hand.

“Did you help Y/N win her trophy?” her mother retorted.

“Well, I got you there in the first place” Leah defended herself, placing the box back in its spot.

"Too bad that gift was given to me. If you want a ball, ask her for it." Amanda teased.

“You're my mother. You should be nicer to me.” Leah countered, taking a seat. 

"Yes, I am your mother, but I didn't raise a coward," Amanda said with a teasing smile. “Now eat”

Leah bit her lip nervously as she stared at her phone screen. The chat with you was open, and a picture of the autographed ball at her mother’s house was ready to be sent.

God, why was she so nervous? She had captained the England women's team to their first major title in history, yet now she was afraid to send a simple message.

“Screw it,” she muttered, hitting send.

“My mom won't let me touch the ball you gave her.”

Leah panicked as soon as the text was sent and quickly locked her phone. She glanced at her watch, it was past eleven o’clock at night, and she didn’t even know where in the world you were right now. The best thing to do was to go to bed and try not to think about the message. Maybe, if she was lucky, you would read it and respond in the morning. 

Within half an hour Leah was in bed, with her ipad in her lap, checking emails. Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

She had tossed it onto the bed ten minutes ago, and now it was lost somewhere among the sheets and the pile of pillows she had. She rummaged around looking for the phone, but couldn't find it, that was until her foot got tangled in the sheets, causing her to tumble to the floor. That's when she saw her phone, on the edge of the bed, covered by a pillow.

Without bothering to get up from the floor, she grabbed the phone and smiled when she saw the notification: a message from you.

“Aww, I seriously thought she would give it to you.”

Would it be too intense if she responded immediately? 

Leah decided to go for it. “My mother is not that kind of mother,” she typed and sent the message, then relaxed as she saw you had immediately read it. The bubble with three dots appeared instantly, confirming you wanted to keep the conversation going.

"Ah, my mother is similar. I understand," you replied.

Leah was taken by surprise when the next message popped up.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

She realized she was still sprawled on the floor of her room. She got up, climbed back into bed, and opened the first streaming app she saw on her ipad, choosing an old movie she had been trying to watch for days. She took a picture, making sure to show only the ipad and part of the bed, then sent it to you.

“Watching something.”

Leah shook her head,feeling like a teenager sending things like that. It reminded her of what she used to do years ago. But she wanted to sound interesting to you. What would you think of her if you knew she was actually just checking emails and watching old football matches, trying to figure out if she could play like she used to?

"What about you? I don't even know what time zone you're in."

“I’m in Italy, just an hour difference :)”

“Italy?”

"Resting. Back to my workouts tomorrow."

"Oh, right. What’s next for you now? Berlin?"

This time Leah was surprised to see that your response was not a text, but a voice message. She hesitated before playing it, then hit the button and heard your voice.

“Wow look at you, you really are a fan,” you said in a teasing tone. Leah blushed immediately. She couldn't send you a voice message because she was sure she would get too nervous. Leah Williamson, the same woman who had spoken at the UN months ago, now felt like a schoolgirl with a crush.

She took a deep breath and replied:

“Of course I am. I’ve watched almost all your matches since Wimbledon last year. I told you I was your fan when I met you. My mother made sure to emphasize that too.”

“I just thought it was to flatter me if I'm being honest... Not that I'm that self-centered, but it wouldn't be the first time it's happened.”

Leah could tell you were walking during the last voice message; there was background noise. You obviously weren't in a room.

“Where are you at this hour?”

The next thing Leah received was a photo of a couple of tennis courts. From the angle and the small table with a glass of water, she deduced that you were sitting a few feet away from the courts.

“I thought you were training from tomorrow?”

"On grass. The grass court season starts soon. Now I was just playing with my racket.” You explained in the message. Leah didn't have a chance to respond before receiving another voice message from you. "But it's getting late now, and I need to rest up for tomorrow's training session. Say hi to your mom for me please." 

"Of course, have a good rest," Leah replied, understanding the importance of proper rest for training sessions, especially during the season.

Days had flown by since that chat, and Leah was getting antsy. She was really hoping you'd reach out first this time, just to ease her mind that she wasn't bothering you. But as she sat at Alex's place,  enjoying a glass of wine over dinner before going out, she couldn't help but feel a bit silly constantly checking her phone for a message that never came.

As far as Leah knew you had already arrived in Berlin for the upcoming Open, not because you told her, but because she'd seen some snapshots of you during training sessions thanks to some tennis websites she followed.

Leah didn't know it, but your mind was fully consumed by the upcoming tournament with Wimbledon just around the corner. It was the topic of discussion throughout your entire day: grass, Berlin, Wimbledon, Leah no, wait, focus on that WTA ranking.

"Ready?" Lucas, your coach, asked, checking his watch. It was the last day before the tournament started.

"Huh?" You looked up, putting your phone down.

Lucas gave you a concerned look. "You okay? You've seemed kinda spaced out for a few days now."

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

"Is something up? You look kinda off," Lucas took a seat next to you, his concern evident in his expression. “You're not hiding some injury from me?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine, just tired” you lied, standing up and glancing at your phone once more. Lucas caught your glance.

"Don't tell me there's a girl," he said, rubbing his temples.

"What?! No! Of course not!"

"God, I knew it. It's that Italian girl, isn't it? I saw you chatting with her at the hotel."

"That was a waitress, Lucas. I'm serious, there's no one," you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. "I've got my priorities straight."

"Good. What you have to worry about now is Berlin. Remember, Wimbledon's around the corner" said Lucas, standing up and grabbing his bag. "If you want, after that tournament, you can sleep with whoever you want, Italian or not. But for now, you must keep your eyes on the grass. Okay?"

"Okay"

The next morning, as you sat down for breakfast, Leah's face caught your eye while scrolling through your Instagram feed. She had posted some photos, seemingly from a night out. 

It struck you how you hadn't come across Leah until the Roland Garros final; she seemed like an incredible person. You had even done a quick Google search when you first started following her on Instagram, impressed by her contributions to her sport back home.

It wasn't your fault that your family never showed much interest in football, so it wasn't surprising that you couldn't recognize any of the people beside Leah in those pictures. In the final photo, Leah was wearing a top that exposed her abdomen, wow, with a hand from someone you didn't recognize resting on her waist.

“Hmm?” You quickly tapped on the tag on the other woman's body. Her Instagram profile revealed that she was a football player too. Leah was in many of her photos, often seen next to her or hugging her. 

“Hey, Y/N” Lucas intervened, taking the phone from your hand and turning off the screen. “I've been trying to get your attention for minutes, your match starts in an hour.”

You nodded your head. Lucas didn't seem to notice the tension in your jaw, you tended to be serious before matches, so it wasn't unusual.

As you warmed up on the court, your mind couldn't shake the thoughts about Leah.

"Who was that other woman?"

"It doesn't matter. Leah is just a fan, maybe a friend, not someone you're going to marry."

"Exactly. Whether she has a partner or not shouldn't affect anything."

"But I couldn't help but find her cute."

"She's undeniably beautiful."

"Focus on Wimbledon."

Despite the game starting, your mind continued its internal debate.

Your opponent secured the first game at 40-0. Now it was your turn to serve. Just as you tossed the ball into the air, a nagging thought intruded again.

“Does she have a girlfriend?”

The ball hit the net. An irritated sigh escaped your mouth, knowing you had to make this serve count, aiming to avoid a double fault.

Shaking off the distracting thought, you prepared for another attempt. Gazing ahead, you focused on your opponent's movements, determined to regain control of the match.

"Her mother played matchmaker when we met," you mumbled to yourself, the distraction causing you to miss the hit once more. This time, it sailed over the net but landed wide, giving your opponent an unexpected point.

Even your opponent seemed surprised by the unforced error you just made, giving her a point without any effort on her part.

"I need to find out who she is," you muttered under your breath, feeling the pressure with each lost point.

Your serve had enough power behind it this time, but your return lacked precision, sending the ball flying into the stands. As the ball sailed out, your opponent glanced at you in disbelief, clearly surprised by the unforced error you had just made.

"Wälti, that was her name," you murmured to yourself, the name lingering in your mind like a persistent echo. 

With the score now at 40-15, your opponent was on the verge of breaking your serve.

You needed to get rid of the doubt, but you couldn't leave the game, you weren't that crazy. But you could do something else, win the game in record time. Focus on winning to satisfy your curiosity and anxiety. You adjusted the gold chain that hung around your neck and took a deep breath. You had to hurry.

The match ended 0-2, with you taking the sets at 2-6 and 1-6. Your best result on grass.

"Where'd that come from?" Lucas asked once you were alone. "Since when is your backhand so killer on grass?" he wondered. "I've never seen you pull off moves like that on grass."

"Just got inspired," you said, tossing your visor aside and slumping into the chair. "Can I have my phone now?" Lucas hadn't given it back to you yet, not as a punishment, but because you'd asked him to keep it. 

Lucas handed it over, eyeing you. "You're keeping something from me," he noted, scratching his beard. "But if it's what's making you play like a champ, I'm all for it," he said, grinning.

You brushed off your coach's voice, fingers darting to your Instagram. With a few taps, you found Leah's chat, eager to shoot her a message.

"Heyyy! How was your night?" you typed, your leg bouncing with impatience. Though you needed to hit the shower, the excitement of hearing from Leah consumed you.

"Hope you're not feeling too rough today; starting the week hungover would be nasty," you added, fingers hovering over the screen in anticipation. But as the moments passed, there was still no response from Leah, leaving you hanging in suspense.

A cold shower seemed like the perfect remedy to clear your mind, and thankfully, it did the trick. Lucas egging you on for extra drills, especially to fine-tune your backhand, also helped to distract you.

By dinner, any hope of hearing back from Leah had evaporated. You were so disinterested that you didn't even bother bringing your phone along. It wasn't until nearly ten, when you reached for your phone to set the alarm, that you noticed Leah's message—a voice message.

"Hey, fancy hearing from you!" Leah's voice chimed in, carrying that distinctive lilt that hinted at a potential afternoon spent dozing off. You could practically imagine her, wrapped up in blankets, nursing a post-party hangover. "Yeah, went out with some friends. We were celebrating the end of my mate's long-distance thing. Was fun, until they started getting all soppy, reminding me I'm the last single one in the group."

A groan slipped out before she continued, "I may have had a bit too much to drink," she confessed with a sheepish chuckle.

Those messages had been sent around 4 pm, while you were deep into your training session.

The rest of the voice messages were sent after 7 pm.

"What the heck was up with your game today?!" came the first, followed by a chuckle "Just watched the highlights of your match. Seriously, what did that poor player do to deserve such a thrashing from you? She ain't an ex, is she?"

Then, a last voice message added, "Sorry if that sounded a bit too nosy. Just curious, you know?"

You chuckled, enjoying the sound of Leah's accent. It had this magical way of making you grin like an idiot, even when you were just staring at your phone screen.

But now, what really mattered was Leah's relationship status, she was single, confirmed without even having to pry. Knowing she was single now seemed like a game-changer. Suddenly, that whole thing with Wälti didn't matter anymore, Leah's path was crystal clear. Not that you were planning to make any moves to win her over; that was definitely not on your agenda, at least not for now.

“Remember, Wimbledon”

Oh… the other thing that hit you: Leah truly proved herself to be your fan. It blew your mind that someone recovering from a hangover would bother to watch highlights of your match just to chat about it later. She was the first person to do that, apart from your coach or family.

"Hey, I'm free tomorrow, at least from the matches. What do you think if I call you tomorrow?" you typed, feeling a rush of anticipation mingled with nerves as you crawled into bed.

Before closing your eyes, you couldn't resist checking your phone one last time. And there it was, Leah's response: "Sure, call me anytime tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you."

With a grin stretching across your face, you drifted into the most peaceful sleep you've had in ages, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement settling deep within you.

[symp4nat]

I saw you wanted Dior requesters and I had an idea, so here you go. You don’t have to write it, but thank you so much if you do.

Dior coming home from the gym in her workout gear to find you asleep in her bed wearing her clothes?

Post Workout Nap

dior goodjohn x curly-hair!reader (it isnt said but kinda implied idk)

authors note 1: reader isnt an actor

authors note2: "i- i go, i wanna go, i wanna write" (me when starting to write this at 2 am)

You were tired out of your bones to be able to do anything today. To keep yourself entertained, you tried working on your project for your college classes, listening to music, eating snacks and you even ended up straightening your hair out of pure boredom. Everytime you tried to work on your project, you kept getting distracted, and then frustrated.

Dior had left the house at 2 and told you she would be back by 6. It was now 7 and you were lucky she was the type to tell you if she'd be late. She texted you that she might be an hour late because she was with Malia, Momona and Leah. A few of your friends were invited, but they chose not to go since you weren't.

You didn't mind Dior being out, of course you didn't, it was just, you hadn't seen her for the whole day. In the first half of the day she quickly got dressed and made some breakfast for the two of you and rushed off to the studio. You were glad you got to talk to her for a few minutes in the morning, but you missed her.

Occasionally, Dior went out with her friends without letting you know, but usually she'd pick you up. Her friends adored you.

After a long day of classes, you slipped into one of Dior's hoodies and laid on the couch. You turned on her favourite show and leaned against one of the pillows. Not long after, your eyes drifted close and you snuggled into the pillow. With a startled reaction, you woke up 5 minutes later, disappointed you fell asleep. You continued half-watching the TV, but your eyes kept flickering over to the clock and your phone. 

-

By the time Dior walked in, you were fast asleep on the couch. When she noticed that the TV was still playing, she sighed and went to turn it off where she was met with the sight of you calmly sleeping.

You had one of the strings of Dior's hoodie (that you stole) wrapped around your finger and your other hand curled up into your chest. Dior ran her fingers through your hair and smiled softly.

She couldn't lie, you were always irresistible but right now, you looked so cute, she couldn't resist taking a picture. She did as she wished and put her phone back when she noticed you softly hummed. Dior's hand caressed your cheek and she said, "I'll get the blanket and you can lay on my lap, once I change," she softly mumbled.

Your eye peeked open and a blush covered your face as you noticed her in her workout clothes. She held back a laugh and said gently, "We went out for an early dinner and I had to drop the girls off. Sorry 'm late." You shook your head in understanding. "Food was good," you asked.

Dior nodded and ran upstairs with a shirt on and your blanket. She draped the blanket over your lap and you lifted your head so she could sit where your head was. Once she was comfortable, she pressed play on the show to finish watching the episode you left off on. "Night, pretty girl," she said gently into your hair.

[ravixen]

HI!

Just went over your masterlist and i already love your works, especially your reactions.

And i checked your guidelines to see if you are taking request right now, so happy that you are active and accepting btw

May i request a reaction for seungcheol, joshua, Wonwoo, mingyu and Minghao about them giving their s/o partner privileges? I dont have a specific scenario in mind so i will leave it to you, i just want to see them finding themselves in a hard situation and they choose their partner or they do something for their partner that they havent done for anyone before. Or whatever you come up with lol

Thank you so much in advance

svt + prioritizing their s/o

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || 1249 words ➔ notes: fluff; thank you for the love! this is such a lovely prompt, and i got a few ideas from this. it was hard to choose a title because some of them are about prioritizing their s/o (low stakes) and some of them are about trying something new for their s/o. partner privileges are going to be portrayed slightly differently in possible another reaction, so i wanted to save that phrase. pls reblog if you liked!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, the things he does for you...he even enlists the help of his friend. vernon stares at seungcheol with unfiltered shock, slack-jawed. "are you actually going to a cat cafe?" he asks, eyes wide as if he heard wrong, which is fair because this is seungcheol we're talking about. he is such a dog person that he'd quit his current career and raise five huge dogs if he never had to worry about money again. cats are fine, they're just...he's not a fan. (actually, they're scary, and he swears they'll swipe his wallet in broad daylight, but everyone he says this to laughs.) you, on the other hand, love cats. you like most animals, but cats take the crown and you've always had cat cafes on your bucket list, though you were quick to downplay it once you caught wind of his aversion. "it's a special occasion," seungcheol grumbles. "are you sure you want to do this?" vernon asks, eyebrows still lifted to his hairline. "as much as they want to go, they're not going to have fun if you're going to look grumpy the whole time." this makes seungcheol pause, but when he thinks about how happy you'd be, shoulders thrumming with excitement, he figures that he can try his best for a few hours. "i think it'll be fine," he says, believing the words the more he says them. for you, he supposes that he could give it a shot.

JOSHUA: he's catching up with some old friends when you suddenly call, asking if he's busy. "i'm just out right now," he says, giving the table a little signal as he steps away. "did you need something?" you don't respond. in fact, you go quiet for so long that he thinks the line dropped. "hey, you still there?" he asks, glancing back over his shoulder. "yeah, i'm still here! you have that thing with your buddies today, right? sorry for interrupting, i just couldn't find the hoodie i borrowed from you, but i see it now. i'll see you later?" there's a weird commotion before you hang up, but he doesn't think much of it and goes back to his friends. he hasn't seen them in years, but the conversation never stops flowing and they end up ordering another round of appetizers as they catch up. they get halfway through a third tray of fries and nachos before joshua's phone dings again, this time a text from seokmin. package safely delivered from the clinic. i also ate your ice cream, sorry. consider it a delivery fee, the text says. attached is a picture of you on the couch with an ice pack, returning seokmin's thumbs up with two of your own. what the heck, did you get hurt? he quickly excuses himself from the table, explaining to his friends that an emergency came up and that he'll cover half the bill. he can't believe that you'd think he'd choose this reunion over you—you will always come first.

WONWOO: he isn't a flowers person. in his eyes, they're pointless; you get them, you put them in water, and you watch them wither until they go into the compost. he's never seen the point of flowers, preferring to celebrate with things like chocolate or take-out. he said that to you once, when he first saw the vase of fresh blooms you keep in your living room, without realizing that you're absolutely a flowers person. your smile had faltered before you chirped, "oh really? i don't know, i kinda like them." it took a few visits before he realized that flowers are a staple for your home and that your friends are always getting you bouquets for special occasions. "don't worry, i love getting practical stuff just as much," you told him when he took you out for dinner, his gift to you. still, just because he doesn't understand the appeal doesn't mean that he should ignore your preferences. he walks around the florist shop, trying to figure out which bouquet you'd like most. they're nice and pretty, but they're all missing something. finally he approaches the register and asks if they do arrangements on the spot. the person manning the front is beyond helpful, bringing out a list of popular in-stock flowers and their meanings, things that a flower fanatic like you would know. wonwoo isn't a flowers person, but when he rings your doorbell and watches your eyes light up, he knows that he's a you person.

MINGYU: he's always been a fan of water sports, but he didn't really get into them until he met you, someone who would grow gills and live in water if it was possible. to celebrate his growth lately, you surprised him with tickets to a place you've been dying to try...which could be considered more of a gift for you, now that you think about it, but he loves spending time with you and learning new things. in retrospect, though, you should've done a little more research into the place because you didn't expect their entrance to trigger mingyu's fear of heights. they really take the adrenaline junkie's dream come true tag seriously. "it's okay, i'm right here," you say for what feels like the tenth time, holding your hands out for mingyu. his wobbling pout doesn't falter as he whines out your name, and as you take in his expression, you realize that you'll have to cut your losses and abandon the tickets. after one lingering glance over your shoulder, you put a smile on your face. "actually, let's just go somewhere else, yeah?" "but you were looking forward to going here." "that's alright. it's not fun if you're not having fun, too. i can always go back another time." and he stands there, worrying his lip as he considers. "what if i close my eyes and you help me over?" you snort, reminding him that that's even worse. eventually, he does make it in, but you spend five minutes sitting on the ground with him as he calms his heart.

MINGHAO: choosing you is as easy as breathing. when he sees you bump into the table and yelp, his arms come out to catch you, ignoring the fact that you weren't the only thing tumbling to the ground. he flinches when clay and porcelain shatter against the kitchen tiles, but any sound he makes is drowned by your sharp inhale as shards of his teapot scatter across the room. "don't move," he tells you once you right yourself, going to find a broom, but you're bad at instructions and immediately kneel down, picking at the pieces. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to." "i know." he nudges you aside as he cleans up the mess. "it's alright." "no, it's not! this is...it was new! and expensive. i'll get you another one," you promise, going to the corner to grab the dustpan. "you were close to it—you could've caught it." he shakes his head. "and let you get hurt instead? nah." you roll your eyes at that, reminding him that you're not that fragile. you'll survive a little stumble. his newest teapot, though, clearly did not. when he catches your disappointed expression, he squeezes your elbow. "it's perfectly fine. it's my fault for keeping it so close to the edge anyway. we're lucky that it was empty. why don't we finish this and go shopping for another one?"

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[inkyray]

neighbor!chris x reader part 7

a/n; not text messages yet yall we're getting there, part 6 here

You

You watched him approach you, an expression on his face that told you everything you needed to know. He had forgotten about you, and remembered too late. That was your given conclusion the moment you saw him clutter onto the beach.

When you first went in the water, got carried away for half an hour in the water and came out, expecting him to be there, you didn't find him. You checked your phone to make sure if he had sent a message or something, he hadn't even opened your previous message asking if he was there. Hurt pooled up in your stomach, but a part of you wanted to reassure itself for the better. I threw your phone back to its spot on the towel-covered sand, your emotions quickly replacing itself with anger, and you went for another dive in the ocean.

Now you dried your legs, looking back onto your body as if you truly cared about getting yourself dry as Chris marched toward you. "Hey!" He jogged over, a nervous look on his face as he calculated your mood. "I know I'm late but we can still make time for—"

"I'm surprised you showed up at all." You interrupt, your tongue bittersweet in your mouth. "I was gonna come–I swear–but I just got so caught up with everything." Chris winces, knowing he'd have to try harder than that. You scan him up and down, he looked normal, like every other day he'd pass by your house or stalk past your window. "I'm sure you were, Chris." You sigh, slipping on your clothes over your bathing suit. You don't bother hiding the fact you were upset, but at the same time, you didn't quite show it. It drove him nuts.

"I'm sorry, I came as soon as I could–"

"Did you though?" You wonder out loud, getting ready to leave as he stood there, watching you. "This was the first time we actually wanted to hang out together, just want to point that out." You laugh a little.

You hear him ramble in your ear, and in all honesty, you tune him out, walking past him as he follows you behind like a dog. He gave every excuse he could think of, but truly, you hadn't heard a single word. "Look, Chris." You turn to face him after he trails behind you a little longer. "It's okay. I forgive you." You forgave him, shit happens, but that doesn't mean you weren't still salty about it.

"Really?" His eyes widened, like he didn't take you for the kind of girl to forgive so fast.  You nod. "Yeah." But nothing in your tone seemed sincere, negative feelings started to erupt in Chris's stomach, and he couldn't quite decipher what they were. You watched him gulp.

"How about we come again? Tomorrow? This time we'll both be free with no work and, this time I could pick you up instead— Take you there myself." He plans out loud, and you audibly sigh. "I have work tomorrow, how about just take me home instead? That's all I want."

And that's what he did.

He took you to Matt's car, and you sat in the passenger seat as they drove you home in silence. Chris sat in the back with Nick as he kept glancing back at you, trying to make something out of your expression. You had a good poker face.

Nick kept studying the atmosphere of the energy that had appeared the moment you two had entered, and immediately knew there was negative tension. He gave Matt a look from the rear mirror, and they shared an understanding. Something was wrong.

You weren't dumb, you were aware that Chris kept bouncing his leg behind you in nervousness, you knew that he kept looking at you and burning holes into your skin, so did his brother that accompanied him in the back. Thankfully, they didn't decide to ask a single thing, keeping the talk small, short, and sweet. You had gotten close to all of them since you moved, but you knew you'd still have to go a long way before they were fully loose around you.

"Were the waves bad today? I've been wanting to go to the beaches here but never came around to doing it." Matt randomly asks as he makes a left. He really just wanted to squash down the awkward silence with anything, and Nick mentally applauded him for it. You took the hint and responded.

"They were huge, I almost drowned today but I thugged it out." You laugh at the memory that was only a few minutes ago, thankfully you were a strong swimmer. They took note of your light-hearted attempt at humor and ran with it, the attempt working completely. "Really? I thought the waves here were like, calm as fuck." Nick stated.

"I wouldn't know," You run a hand through your dampened sea-salted hair. "It was my first time going to the beaches here."

"We're actually still yet to go to them, a whale washed up on shore a few months ago and that kind of scared us off." Nick openly laughed at the irony of the reason, and you chuckled with him.

The rest of the car ride was dreadful for Chris, you engaged with all of his brothers in a conversation but him. He could help but feel bad—and jealous. He knew he had brought it on to himself, and he'd need to find a way to make it up, fast.

But now, he'd have to face a really loud conversation with his brothers, who decided to corner him as soon as they made it home.

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[its-time-to-write]

for anyone else who needs comfort in the form of a sick fic. but written specially for @coloursofyen🩵

there for you

Jamie’s alarm goes off at precisely 3:26am, which is what he says is the optimal time to wake up for training with Roy. He rolls over and feels for your warm body on the other side of the bed, frowning when he feels nothing but the cold covers next to him. You’ve been out of bed for a while, then.

He sits up, and as he wipes the sleep from his eyes he notices a light coming from the en suite. Jamie hops out of bed and taps on the door.

“Babe? You alright?” he asks.

He’s met by a retching sound so he pushes open the door to find you kneeling in front of the toilet. Sweat makes strands of hair stick to your face, and your face is unnaturally pale. You blink blearily at him as he sits against the doorframe.

“I think I have a stomach bug,” you croak.

Jamie’s unable to stop a grin. “What makes you think that?”

You’re too tired and nauseous to flip him off. You’ve been awake for more than an hour, thinking first it might be something you ate. 

Then you remembered one of your coworkers called out sick earlier in the week, followed by your supervisor two days later. Seems like it’s your turn now.

You manage to get out, “It’s going around the office,” before turning your face back to the bowl.

Jamie makes a sympathetic face and moves to rub your back.

“I’m gonna get you some water, babe. You want anything else? Crackers? Toast? I think we have shit for soup later today, if you think you can keep it down,” he says.

“Roy,” you say, sticking to easy words.

Jamie gently pats your back. “Nah, don’t worry about him. He’ll be glad to have the morning off.”

“You have a match on Sunday,” you remind him. “You can’t catch this.”

Jamie disregards this and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “The lads’ll be fine without me. Give some second-teamer a chance to be on the pitch. Besides, it’s against Bournemouth.”

You make a face. Bournemouth is at the bottom of the league, and at the moment a match against them is essentially free points.

“It feels awful,” you rasp.

Jamie readjusts his position on the floor. “Babe, I’m a fucking… specimen. I’m like, so fucking healthy that viruses bounce right off me. I’m not gonna catch it.”

You shake your head and retch again. That’s what you had thought.

“Let me text Coach,” Jamie says. “I’ll sit here as longs as you need, or I can grab a bowl so you can go back to bed. Actually, let’s go to the guest room while I change the sheets in here, yeah? All hygienic, like. I can make mum’s special soup, think we’ve got everything for it. Can order it if not. Just don’t worry about it, alright? Your body’s a temple, or whatever fucking Lasso says.”

You crack a half-smile at that. For as much as Jamie loves football, he loves you more. Only slightly more, but you’ll take it. 

He says, “Come on, up you get,” and half-lifts you to a standing position. Once you’re settled in the guest bed with the tv on and a lime soda, he heads downstairs to figure out what you might be able to eat. He ends up bringing you toast, a banana, and a sleeve of crackers, then getting into bed next to you.

“Sheets are in the wash,” he says. 

“Don’t get too close to me,” you warn. “You’re going to catch this fucking bug.”

“Won’t,” he responds smugly.

“Will,” you argue.

“Won’t,” he repeats with such confidence that you wish Roy were still coming over to smack him down a little bit.

Will, you silently mouth.

—

That fucker doesn’t even get so much as a sneeze.

[moralesmilesanhour]

if you believe in me - 01

summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3

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Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.

He would begin to type out a message:

"hi".

No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy. 

Backspace.

"hey :)"

Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.

Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.

"wyd?"

He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context? 

Backspace. 

"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."

Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.

He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldn’t be bothered to send a text. 

Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.

Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.

Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.

Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:

“Morales?!? Where the hell have you been?”

Fuck.

“Hey,” Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. “How…how are you?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ain’t catch you in class?”

The boy shrugged. “I dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.”

As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs  the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.

“Chopped cheese!” a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

“That’s me,” you said with a grin. 

“”Bacon egg and cheese!”

“And that’s me,” Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.

Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?

“What?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“You like me, right?”

“I-um…yeah,” Miles’ eyes darted away from your face. “I don’t think I’d kiss anybody I didn’t like.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you didn’t text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!”

He snorted, “Well, now you’ve got the right one.”

“Sooo…” you tilted your head. “Does that mean we’re like, a thing now?”

He tensed at the suggestion. ‘A thing’. You’d think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot? 

But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.

“I guess we are,” Miles finally replied. He looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand, duh!”

He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.

[sturniyolos]

𝖼𝗋𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗌

It was no secret that you and Chris loved each other. You guys were happy with one another— key word were. It all went crumbling down when the three month mark hit. Every day, every night, dusk till dawn, all that was heard was arguments on arguments. Fights that started over the smallest things— from him coming home late without telling you, or you not cleaning up the house when that was your task for the day. Chris knew deep down you hated arguing, as it hit close to home with you. Living in an emotional household, crying and yelling to each other about bills that needed to be paid. But the more you guys fought everyday, the more he started to forget how it made you feel.

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Tonight, you had nothing planned but you wanted to do something special for Chris. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him, through thick and thin. After a few months of saving up, you got him Lil Skies’ tickets as well as a silver chain he’s been saving up for, and a few of his favorite snacks. You also decided to cook your guys’ favorite comfort meal— which was pasta.

As the clock strikes 8pm, Chris should’ve been on his way to your apartment already. You just finished cooking and now you were just washing the last of dishes, setting up the table for tonight, and lighting up a few candles.

The clock strikes 9pm, still sitting in your designated dinner spots, waiting for Chris to walk in the door. You sent him a few texts before seeing where he was, but got no response in return.

The clock now striking 11pm. You were tired from today and decided to just head to bed. You put a plastic cover on both of your guys’ food, dissembled the designs on the table, and blew out the candles. But as you blew out the candle, you hear keys jingling outside your front door.

As you look up, you see Chris in a state of exhaustion. His eyebags popping out more than usual and his posture was telling you everything you needed to know.

“You’re home.” You say, as you slightly smile at him.

He ignores you as he takes off his shoes, places his items on the couch beside the door, and heads upstairs. He leaves you downstairs, staring blankly at the front door. You storm upstairs, furious of what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” You say, barging in your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want to hear it, I’ve had a hard day today.” He says, taking his shirt off getting ready to shower.

“Why don’t we just talk about our days over dinner? It’ll make us feel bett-“

“The last thing I need right now is yappin’ for the next hour and a half.” He says, walking past you and getting his towel. He’s about to close the bathroom door, until you hold it open.

“Just cause you had a shitty day doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me.” You say.

“I’m not trying to take it out on you, you’re doing that yourself.” He says, running his hand through your hair.

You stare at him in disbelief— not believing one word coming out of his mouth.

“You know what, nevermind then.” You say, getting teary eyed and walking away from him.

He sees you walking away, and that’s what gets him even more pissed. You sat on your bed and as you look up all you see is Chris staring at you.

“I was supposed to end at 8:30pm today but Matt fucking forgets to press record. So we had to refilm the whole video, and then Matt and Nick were arguing the whole time so I don’t even know if it’ll be a good video. While that’s happening, you’re blowing up my phone asking what time I’ll be home when I don’t even know what time I’ll be finished.” He says, basically screaming at you at this point.

You refused to look up at him since tears start pouring down your face. He stops talking,

“Look at me.”

You look up and he’s met with you crying. He scoffs and says,

“The fuck are you crying for? I’m just telling you what happened.” He says, looking down at me.

You stood up, “Can I not be sad? Can I not be upset at the fact my boyfriend is mad at me for wondering where he is? Can I not be-“

He cuts you off, “Yes, obviously you can be fucking upset but right now you’re just being dramatic.” He says, bluntly.

You were sniffling, still in shock of what was coming out of his mouth right now.

He scoffs again, and walks away towards the bathroom. Then, he whispers under his breath,

“Such a fucking crybaby.”

You hear him, and turn him around.

“Repeat what the fuck you just said.”

“You. Are. A. Fucking. Crybaby. You get worked up over the smallest shit and you have to go cry it out. You have to get some thicker skin.” He says, yelling at you.

You stood there, not saying anything. You just stared at him, and he was waiting for a response.

You looked up to your right, and you see a backpack. You grab it and start grabbing all your shit, even though it was your apartment.

“The fuck you doin’?” He asks, following you around.

“I’m done, I’m not doing this shit anymore.” You say walking past him, grabbing your necessities.

“Y-you don’t mean that, cmon.” He says grabbing your wrist, you snatch it back breaking the contact.

You grab your phone charger, your pre-rolled joints, and your portable. You grabbed a few sweaters, making sure none of them were his.

“Cmon baby, l-let’s talk it out.” He says, on the verge of tears.

“Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Fuck outta here.” You say going downstairs. He follows you, as he starts to get teary eyed. You pull out the box that contained his gifts from the back of one of the couches, and you throw it at him. Unable to catch it, it falls against his chest and all the contents fall out. He looks down, but doesn’t have enough time to look at it as you start talking.

“Go eat your cold ass food with your shitty ass gift. I hope you enjoy it, Christopher.” You say walking past him, opening the door and grabbing his keys.

“Baby please, I-I’m sorry please don’t l-leave.” He says crying, holding your wrist before you can leave.

“Yeah? Who’s the crybaby now?” You say, as you get out his grip again, and make your way to your car. You enter your car and as you drive off, unaware of where you are off to.

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Hi this was just a filler story as I’m working on the Chris one from the poll a couple of days ago :-) hope yall enjoyed 💕💕.

[satansaidnottoday]

A surprise meeting.

Info: Human AU, Lucifer's Mc, GN!Mc.

Summary: Satan and Lucifer want to make you an offer. Happens after this.

Warnings: none.

The sun wasn't fully out yet, barely rearing its head on the horizon. The streets were painted in soft orange light, and the morning frost was slowly melting. You already had quite a few customers sitting down. The café wasn't very popular, but it had a dedicated and slowly growing fan base. If you kept it up, you might not go bankrupt by the end of the year. 

You went outside to place the chalkboard sign that listed your breakfast deals, taking a moment to look at the sunrise. From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar pair turn at the corner.

You leaned over the sign as they approached. "Ah, my favorite customers!"

"Good morning, Mc," the brothers said at the same time. 

It made you smile. Of all the siblings, they were the most similar. If it wasn't for the blonde hair and green eyes, Satan would be identical to Lucifer. They had to be related.

"What can I get started on for you?" You asked, opening the door for them.

"A ragdoll, please," the blond answered first this time. He walked over to the table nearest to the window. You found that weird; he'd usually sit near the play area. 

"A black coffee for me, please," Lucifer said. He waited by your side for a few seconds and then leaned closer to whisper. "Make his decaffeinated, please." 

"You got it." You lean closer still and whisper back.

He chuckles, which is the most you've managed to get from him. You count it as a victory and go back behind the counter to make their drinks. Black coffee is pretty straightforward, but sculpting the little foam cat on top of the ragdoll (which is just a dry cappuccino) takes quite some time. Still, you try to get it as perfect as possible.

When you made your way back to their table, Lucifer had it half covered in important-looking papers. You were especially careful when placing their orders down.

"Working from home today?" You ask him.

He groans and takes a sip of coffee before answering. 

"I simply never leave work." 

"Well, that can't be healthy," you scolded him. Pretending you were not running on four hours of sleep and half a stale catcake.

"You're one to talk," Satan teases, finally putting down his book to look at your foam art. 

You shush him with a fake stern look. He doesn't pay much attention, too preoccupied with getting the right angle on a shot of his book next to the coffee. The teenager had made his lair at your café ever since you let him in that first night. Some days he would arrive in the morning with a book and stay until you closed, holed up with a blanket in the play area. Your regulars all knew him, probably better than they knew you. Now that he had started to go to school again, you wouldn't see him as much in the morning. Still, he came in every afternoon to do homework.

Sometimes he would arrive in the middle of the night, and you would let him in without a word. He found his way to the cats and stayed there until he calmed down. Of course you would shoot Lucifer a text, so he didn't worry. He was a weird kid, but he was good. You'd much rather he crash at your place than run off somewhere else, and Lucifer agreed on that.

"So you guys are having a little date?" You asked them with a mocking tone.

"We're having a meeting, actually." Lucifer piled all the papers together, lining them up in front of him. 

"Interesting, with who?" You leaned on the table as you spoke. 

"You." Satan smiled up at you.

You pointed at your face with a lifted eyebrow. They both nodded in response.

"Well, I wasn't informed." You straighten up, patting down your apron. "I didn't even iron my clothes today."

"Take a seat, please. We have much to discuss." Satan signaled to one of the empty chairs by his side. He was obviously trying to sound more adult, but his voice was still in that awkward phase. Right in between a squeaky toy and a truck engine.

You looked around to make sure no one needed your help before sitting down. Moving the chair to the end of the table so you could face both of them. 

"Satan has presented a pretty convincing case to me, so I come as his representative." Lucifer took out his glasses and looked at you.

You stayed silent, waiting for whatever they had in store for you.

"Running a coffee shop is plenty of work as is; I've seen how early you wake up just to do the baking," Satan started. "And on top of that, you have to take care of an entire animal refuge."

"It's five cats."

"That's a lot to take care of when you're also running around taking orders and making coffee," he reported, quick on his feet. "You surely wouldn't say no to a helping hand, right?" 

"I'm not hiring help right now, sorry." You pulled the idea out from the roots before it could grow anymore. "I don't have the money for it, and even if I did, I wouldn't hire a fourteen-year-old." 

"You're right, he can't work here," Lucifer said, handing you a paper sheet. "But he can volunteer." 

"What is this?" You asked while scanning the paper. 

"A non-profit volunteer work declaration." He stated. "You're registered as a nonprofit, right?"

"Technically, but only the cat part. The rest is registered as a retail front." You tried to make sense of all the legal juggling you had to do in order to get the place opened. 

"If you fill in your organization's information, I can file that for you and get Satan registered as a volunteer for your cat refuge." He said, handing over another paper. "And if you could sing and date this, I can bring it to school in order to excuse him from PE." 

"Why would cleaning litter boxes get him out of PE?" You asked, baffled.

"Any volunteer work counts!" Satan jumped in, sounding pretty excited about the idea. "And I already spend the whole day here; I might as well help out."

"So? What do you say?" Lucifer asked, and they both looked at you expectantly.

"Sure," you said without thinking. You made quick work of filling out and signing all the paperwork.

They both looked at you, surprised.

"I thought it would be harder to convince you," Lucifer said with a stunned expression. 

"Don't be silly," you teased, standing up to go back to work. "I could never say no to free child labor." 

Thank you for reading ❤️

[mikeeel]

dear diary.. taehyun x fem!reader warnings: use of phones/cameras, blowjob, motor-boating, degrading, praise, idk what else icl minors dni or istg... better with dark mode :)

a/n: i can't stop thinking of tae reading your journal and there's a dedicated bit to you thinking of all the things he could do to you🫠🥴 deffo inspired by the invitation performance & sex with me by rihanna 🤭 not proofread.. sorry if there's any mistakes.

you are lying on your bed, hello kitty pen in hand as you scribble in your journal. biting your lips, you write more furiously, almost with a certain want? but your daydream is interrupted as your phone buzzes with a text from taehyun. tae 🤗  1 new message! hey, i'm here, can u open the door for me? x

you wipe your eyes as you climb out of bed to continue on to the door. until you realise, you look dead and you smell dead and your breathe smells like something dead. so you decide to open the door and text him back.

you: i literally feel like shit, so just wait for me in my bedroom while i take a shower and that. is that okay, taetae? i'll try not 2 b long xox || send^ tae 🤗 1 new message! yeah course, i'll be waiting for you x

you giggle at the x at the end of his message. he's not one to be affectionate, even though you've known him forever. it makes your heart skip a beat, thinking of if you two were together, what messages would he send you? you blush to yourself as you skip away into the shower.

taehyun opens the door and locks it as he comes in. he's been here a dozen times, but everytime it seems your apartment feels more like home everytime. it used to be covered with posters, making it feel like your apartment. but now, taehyun's added alterations. making it feel like you and his apartment. he likes the idea of living with you, maybe more than that. maybe the significance of sleeping in the same bed as you, letting you borrow his clothes.

he smiles to himself as he walks past a landscape photo of you and him on the sea of jeju-si, your bright smile as your hair flows in the picture, lips glossy and dress loose and summery. taehyun's slight smile, cap tilted up as you complained you wouldn't be able to see his face. the shirt you picked for him on, having a heart on the side with a cute smiley face you embroidered. you got it for his birthday. he opens the door to hear you in the shower in your en-suite. "y/n, i'm here!" he says, aiming to have a response from you. "okay tae! i'll be out in about half an hour, i have to do skincare and stuff!!" you excitedly exclaim. you always manage to make him smile with your bubbly personality, your eye smile, he just loves everything about you, even your innocence and how your eyes widen and brighten when you see a stray cat on the street and when you see cute stationery you drag him to come and buy it with you.

he walks around the room as he jumps on the bed. but he realises he lays on something of yours. it's a journal? it has a cinnamoroll, it's a teal kind of colour as he smiles knowing he bought this for you, the saniro pen in the binder. he opens it and sees your handwriting filling the pages. he continues to read the first page. dear diary,

he stops and chuckles under his breath. you made this your diary? that is just the cutest thing ever. he looks down again to read more. today, taehyun got me this journal. he's just so considerate. i love him sooo much! ♥ it's my favourite thing in the entire world. today we went to jeju, and took a picture near the beach. it almost felt like we were a couple, almost.. i want to be with him so bad but i don't want to ruin our friendship! i know he isn't fond of relationships so why would he change that for me? :( he frowns, the only reason he isn't fond of relationships is because he wants to be in a relationship with you. he was going to ask you out in jeju, but he felt as if it wasn't the right time. you had just broken up with your ex, sunwoo. you were torn, but he made sure you had fun at jeju so you could forget about it.

he's soo sweet. he comforted me through my breakup with sunwoo but honestly? i'm glad sunwoo broke up with me. i felt guilty for continuing a relationship i actually didn't want.. taehyun was always the one i wanted.

he gasped. he didn't realise you wanted him for so long. he skims through the book, smiling as he reads through your days in detail. although, he comes across a lack of pages. he looks towards the back as he sees a highlighted pink page headlined in cursive bold handwriting: everything taehyun could do to me 2023 edition ♥

he raises his eyebrows, what do you even mean by that? by god, he shouldn't let curiosity take its path. or maybe he should? fuck it, he turns over the page.

no1: he can bend me over a counter and fuck me until i collapse. backstory: he was cooking for me when i was ill and he didn't have a shirt on but he had an apron on. i wanted him to fuck me sooo bad in that :( ♥

ah. that's what you meant.

no2: he can fuck me in the backseat of his car and take pictures of him ruining me. backstory: we were on the way somewhere, i can't even remember where but he had his tank top on and he reached for something in the back but he couldn't reach all the way so he climbed in the back and got it. but WAIT this is the real kicker, he sat in the backseat, spread his legs and said, this is a real spacious backseat. FUCKKK ♥ And wait.. he took a picture of me from the back seat and was like 'You're so beautiful' I SCREAMED!!!!

no3: he can fuck me in his suit and tie. backstory: he was just wearing a fucking suit and tie??? like, he wasn't even doing anything sexy but existing. the way his muscles were flexing and his hands were veiny.. ughh fuckkk ..

no4: he can fuck me in a changing room using his fingers backstory: he just can :) no5: he can choke me and use me as his own fleshlight backstory: don't ask.... no6: he can overstim me so much i beg to cum on his cock backstory: his smirk, that's it... ghhh no7: he can make me grind on his thigh at dinner with his friends backstory: we were at dinner and my hands were touching his thigh. the way those shorts made his thighs look so muscular mmmh :( ♥

no8: he can cuff me to the bed and eat me out and make me suck him off backstory: he was drinking a daiquiri when we were out drinking. the drink made his lips look glossy and sossossosososo delicious to devour. i'm not sure where the cuff bit came from, maybe the need for him to peg me?.. yum.. ❀

no9: he can fuck me soooo hard and call me names and put his fingers in my mouth backstory: i'm not sure, probably my daydreaminggg :( no10: i need him to undress me, give me the baddest hickeys for everyone to know i'm his.. hmm.. and he can make me scream so loud that his whole dorm hears me, maybe finger me too backstory: i heard soobin and his girlfriend and i wanted that to be me and tae soooo bad.. her moans were pretty but i wonder if they'd be as pretty as mine?

he hears the door unlock while he looks up at you. you have your makeup done with a pink collared shirt and a miniskirt. you love skirts. your eyes widen as you see what he's holding. you run up to him and attempt to snatch the journal away from him, but he's just too fast and makes sure it's out of your reach. you start to cry and beg for him to give the notebook back to you. "please taehyun, please don't read it, please don't," you get on your knees and pull his trousers. your eyes glassy with tears as he just looks down on you with a demeaning look. "what's this, princess?" he says lowly, waving the notebook as you stop speaking, hiccups coming from you. "i'm sorry, i'm really sorry, please don't be mad," you hiccup as you lower your head on his legs.

"i'm not mad, i'm not even angry, my princess. you hear?" he says as he puts a finger under your chin and wipes your tears. you nod, as you stand up and wipe your face. "i'm just curious," taehyun says calmly, as you look up from the floor. "come sit next to me," he pats the space next to him as you tiptoe towards him and lower yourself down onto the bed. "i didn't realise you liked my hands so much sweetheart," he chuckles as he tucks a hair behind your ear. your heart skips a beat, he read the worst bit. you look away, looking at everything but him. he notices this and grabs your head as his eyes are dark. you gulp, getting nervous at the atmosphere, the tension. "erm, well i, i, uhm, i'm," you stumble over your words as you glance at his hands gripping your face, it makes you nervous.

"i've got an idea what we can do today. we can spend the day fulfilling all your wishes, so we're going back to the dorm. how does that sound?" he smiles warmly at you, full of evil intent covered with sweetness like a sour sweet. you nod as you get out of the bed and walk to taehyun's car.

you get in the car as taehyun slides his arm along the back of your seat, looking back as he reverses. you physically scream as that is the hottest thing a man can do. as he successfully reverses, his muscles flex and fingers tapping at the wheel and you rub your thighs together. you can't believe this is actually happening.. the kang taehyun wanting to fuck you how YOU wanted.. it doesn't seem real.

the silence could be cut with a knife as all is heard is the humming of taehyun and his car. you pull off to the side of the road, it seems quite deserted. you look around as the car stops and taehyun turns to look at you.

"how about we start with no2?" taehyun says while looking at you. you grip your skirt as you nod slowly. taehyun climbs in the back and spreads his legs as he looks at you. fuckin' hell. straight out of a novel. so, positively, you say 'fuck it', climb in the back and prepare for the best sex of your life from your best friend of 300 million years.

as soon as you climb in the backseat, his lips hit yours, roaming hands as neediness take over you both. taehyun's teeth bite your neck, leaving pigmented purple marks all over, making your eyes roll back all the way to your damn brain. you're basically brain-dead, like a zombie, except you don't want to eat brains, you want taehyun's dick inside you. you straddle him, as his head goes under your shirt and you silently praise yourself for being too lazy to wear a bra. he licks around the valley of your breast as you are sure he's motorboating your breast without any noises. you actually feel yourself about to combust.

"so pretty, you're my pretty princess, i love your breasts, i love them.." he mumbles and groans and breathes heavily. he seems as needy as you. "so good tae, tae, please please fuck me," you beg as you hold the back of his head as he slowly reappears from under your top. he looks at you like he wants to devour you and eat you up afterwards. he nods as unbuckles his belt, he unzips his trousers and pulls his boxers to his ankles. he tugs at your sweatshirt, as you pull it off. you assume he wants your skirt off too so you go to pull it down but he grabs your hands. "keep your skirt on," he whispers as he slowly moves your hand back to where it originally was. you gasp at the length he manages to have. no wonder he was a prodigy in university.

"i'll make you feel like this is your first," he heaves as he grabs your waist and holds the car door as you scream in lust. the ramming and pure animalistic rutting is enough to make you bust. he flips you on your front, pressing you against the car window, the visible shaking of the car and classic window fogging. it's everything you possibly imagined if not better. you could feel him inside you, sliding in and out at a perfect pace, his fucking handsome and pretty hand gripping your waist and the other holding your hands above you. moaning and whimpering can be heard as you're both contributing into the audio heard in the car. but all of a sudden he stops. you exhale loudly as you whimper at the loss of intercourse.

"i'm sorry princess, you look too pretty right now, ruined all for me. can i take a picture?" he says and you can't even believe that that is the thing that got you to cum. you moan out as your walls flutter and spasm around his cock and juices spluttering out. he obviously stops in surprise as you stutter and groan. "i, fuck, i don't mind, not at all.." your head turns to look at him.

the scene is purely pornographic. his cock still inside you, ass-cheeks red as ever. liquid between your thighs, dripping down. unruly hair, mascara running down your eyes from when you cried from the amount of pleasure taehyun provided. lipstick smudged from kissing as taehyun has lipstick remains on his lips too. your body is covered in hickeys and swollen, hooded eyes. he smiles as he gets his phone and you hear a camera click. no flash, all raw. you smile for the photo lazily as he chuckles and puts his phone down. you look up at him.

"i wanna make you cum, tae," you say as he twitches inside you, clearly trying to keep strong for you. you took note on how he watched your tits from behind slap your torso and back, and when straddling him, he couldn't keep his eyes off how they bounced. taehyun nodded, but he inhaled to ask a question.

"how, baby?" "with my tits," you innocently say as you turn around. you spread your legs provocatively and begin to fondle yourself. rubbing your nipples and kneading your skin. he can't keep his eyes off you. he couldn't be more excited. he doesn't like to admit he's perverted for you. how he looks at your nipples through babytees you wear, when your tits look exceptionally good in vests, when you hug him and your boobs squish against him when hugging his arm and when by accident when you guys were swimming, one of your boobs came free and he came from the thought of it again. he nodded so quickly, he couldn't control himself from how embarrassed he'll be after this. you lower your chest onto his pelvis, as you hold his shaft in between your breast. you spit onto yourself and start moving up and down, as taehyun rolls his head back and starts spewing your name like a broken record.

"y/n, oh my god, fuck, y/n, nobody can do it like you, holy fuck, oh yeah, feels so good, you're such a whore for me," he hastily says as he puts his hand on your cheek. you smile cutely as you lick his tip every time it comes up through your boobs. he grabs the door behind him as he mentally prepares for probably the best orgasm of his life. "y/n, i'm so close, please please, let me cum in your mouth," he begs as you move your boobs down and insert him in your mouth. he cries out your name and spasms and shakes, splashing a future generation in your mouth. you kitten lick his tip as you clearly swallow it all. but he's not finished, he cums another time, but less, on your face. you close your eyes and gasp in surprise. you slowly grab your phone and take a snap of your breast on taehyun and cum on your face, mentally reminding you to send it to him after you're done. you chuckle as you wipe your face off of any left-over semen. you grab your sweatshirt and lazily put it back on and help taehyun with his trousers and his top.

you both climb into the front of the car, unruly hair, marks all over you and red hot bodies. you smile to yourself as you think the day is done.

"before you ask, we're not done. we're on the way to the dorm. how do you fancy a little movie night with all their girlfriends?"

[rebelwhump]

Donuts & Tummyaches

This story is set in the future of my current timeline, but I’ve struggled to find the motivation to write and this just came easier. In this fic, we meet Julie, Alice’s (future) girlfriend.

cw: emeto, burping

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After returning home from her morning shift at the campus cafeteria, Alice stripped out of her constricting uniform and collapsed on her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. This is where her girlfriend, Julie, found her. They had plans to meet up for lunch, but Julie received a text from her an hour ago saying she felt like shit and asked for a rain check. Being a school nurse, and natural caretaker, Julie promptly messaged her back saying she was on her way.

“Hi love, how’re you feeling?” Julie sat down next to Alice on the bed and started to run her fingers through her blonde and blue hair, in an attempt to both comfort and check for a fever. The blonde was clammy, but cool to the touch.

“Nrrgh,” Alice grunted as she buried her face into the pillow.

“I see. Could you be a bit more specific?” Julie pried with a slight smirk on her cherry lips.

“My belly feels all bloated and sloshy,” she admitted as she palmed the upset organ. Julie grimaced with sympathy.

“You definitely look uncomfortable. What did you have to eat today?”

“Not much,” Alice shrugged. “I ate a few leftover donuts this morning, an iced latte, and two energy drinks when I got to work.” Julie’s jaw dropped and she shook her head.

“Well no wonder your tummy is upset, my love. That’s a lot of liquid and sugar in a short amount of time!” The brunette rummaged through her oversized purse, the sound of pills being shook inside plastic bottles was all you could hear.

“Jesus! What do you have in there, an entire pharmacy?” Alice exclaimed.

“I am a nurse, silly.” The woman smiled. “I always come prepared. Especially when my patient is as adorable as you.” Alice rolled her eyes and rubbed at her swollen stomach, working up an airy belch. “Are you nauseous?”

“A little,” Alice confessed. “I just feel super gassy.” Another burp escaped, and she grimaced at the acidic fruity taste it left on her tongue.

“Why don’t we try an antacid?” She held out two tums. “Then I can rub your tummy and help you expel some of that trapped gas.” Her girlfriend sighed and accepted the medicine, chewing the chalky substance carefully. It left her mouth feeling sticky and dry. Swallowing thickly, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her half empty water bottle, gulping down the remaining liquid. A wet sounding burp followed shortly after and the other girl instructed her to lay back down and gently lifted her tank top.

Warm hands snaked along Alice’s bloated tummy, gurgling and sloshing fiercely with the additional liquid. Julie traced her hands over the taut skin, searching for pockets of air and pressing her fingertips in gently, coaxing up a few shallow burps that she could tell didn’t bring any relief to the blonde. Switching it up, she began to rub the sides of her belly, then slowly moved towards the center under her belly button. A few more burps. Using more pressure, Julie kneaded the bloat that puffed out over the seam of her lacy black panties.

“Careful, Jules! You’re gonna - urp - make me barf.” Alice let out a strained burp. Julie let up a bit, but continued kneading in an upwards motion towards the top of the girl's tummy, where it was the tightest. She felt, as well as heard, a thick gurgle that traveled up to Alice’s throat. An enormous belch erupted, one that momentarily shocked both women.

“Oh god, I needed that!” Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Julie giggled, looking pleased with herself, and playfully patted her girlfriend’s exposed belly. The relief was short lived though as another burp brought with it remnants from the blonde's unhealthy breakfast and she shot up in bed. She quickly swallowed it back down, then coughed to clear her throat. “Fuck…I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Just try to relax your abdominal muscles and take some deep breaths,” Julie instructed, planting a kiss on her partner's forehead.

“I’m actually - hic - not feeling so hot.” Alice burped again, this time covering her mouth with her hand.

“Do you need to throw up, love?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I just got really nauseous all of a sudden,” she admitted. Julie climbed off the bed and reached out her hands to help escort Alice to the bathroom.

Once she had her kneeling in front of the toilet, Alice’s stomach seemed to sense that it was time to hit the eject button, and a flood of mostly liquid made its way up and out with barely any effort.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Julie cooed, keeping the hair away from her face with one hand while she patted her back with the other. “Get it all up.”

There were a few more retches and another splash in the toilet bowl before she signaled that she was done. The young nurse wiped the snot and bile from her girlfriend's face with a wad of toilet paper, much to her displeasure, before reaching up to flush the offending contents down the drain.

“I’m not an invalid, ya know?” Alice frowned. “I can blow my own nose, Jules.”

“Hush, you,” the woman retorted while she continued to fuss over her. Although Alice acted tough, she could see the faintest hint of a smile on her face - a slight crack in her hard exterior shell. “Now let’s get you up off the floor and back to bed. You must be freezing.” Alice, who was still in a tank top and panties, nodded and let herself be enveloped in a warm hug before being led back to the bedroom.

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Don’t Blame Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4k

Summary: You accidentally venture to the bar where Wanda’s working one night. 

A/N: Here’s the drabble about witnessing Wanda’s drug deal, lol. Enjoy. Again 18+ only! 

Warnings: slight angst and smut

Wanda was already in a foul mood before she even got to the bar. She’d been running around all day trying to get the men who work for her to get their shit together. She was supposed to be at home relaxing with you, but her meeting had been pushed back until tonight due to all of the confusion. If this were anything other than an enormously lucrative deal she was closing, she would let someone else handle it. That said, her faith in her employees today was a little shaky. She needed to make sure that things were settled, and if she had to be here and miss out on time with you, she’d be damned if she didn’t leave here with her money.

She had left you at home earlier, and she hated that she couldn’t promise you that she’d be back anytime soon. She knew that things could take time tonight, especially if someone tried to negotiate, but she hoped that this would be relatively painless.

She has Steve with her as usual, but given the stakes she has a few more people hanging around just in case. She and Steve are both tired and hoping this goes quickly, and almost immediately Steve leaves to get them both a drink. She purposely arrived early, and she needed a few minutes to try and improve her mood before she talks to someone who is most likely going to push her buttons.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

You’re at home with Boone and Fletcher reading a book while television is playing in the background. You’re unable to do one thing at a time, and although you’re mostly reading you are also listening to a television show you’ve seen countless times before while you pet your dog. He’s lying on top of you and since he had a bath recently you let him cover you with fur and only minimal amounts of dirt. You wish that Wanda was here with you, but she was busy tonight and had told you not to wait up. You understood that this meant that you might see her in the morning when you wake up, but you also might not.

You don’t have work tomorrow so you’re thinking about what you are going to do for the day. Wanda’s supposed to be working as usual, but depending on what time she’s back, maybe you can convince her to have a late start to the day. After you finish your book an hour or so later you decide to do something else. It’s dark out, so you only take Boone on a quick walk around the house before returning indoors to consider your next move.

It's only 10 pm and you’re not really tired, but you’re also not in the mood to keep watching movies. You start another book, but only read it for about half an hour before deciding to go out. You’re bored and you want to get a drink, so you text Bucky and ask him what he’s doing. You know that he’s probably busy, but if you don’t at least check in with him before leaving Wanda will get mad at you. You are changed and ready to go before Bucky texts you that he is in fact busy and will be for the night.

You contemplate your options carefully before mentioning your plans to him. He texts back quickly and you have to laugh at his predictable response.  

Do you think Wands would be mad if I went out anyway?

At both of us, yes

You think about the places that you were considering going to and you mention them to Bucky. He takes a little longer to respond and you’re downstairs at this point in the kitchen. You tap your phone on the counter impatiently which catches Boone’s attention and he comes to sit down next to you. You consider taking him with you, but then you have to worry about him ‘working’. You don’t want him to have to do that tonight, so you decide that if Bucky ever responds, you’ll go by yourself and leave him here with his sister.

A few minutes later Bucky’s response comes, and you smile as you grab your keys and head to the garage.

Go to the second one.

Wanda tries not to grow frustrated over the fact that she’s having to go over everything all over again. It’s all in writing, and unfortunately, they’re going over everything point by point just to make sure they’re on the same page. This would be fine, tedious, but fine, except for the fact that he has questions for everything. Wanda’s growing impatient, and Steve’s already stopped paying much attention as he looks around the bar. It’s a full house, and he’s not surprised by this at all. He makes sure that the two on watch are still around before his eyes drift over to the bar.

He could use another drink right now.

When you arrive to the bar, you’re only a little on edge about going in alone. You left Boone at home, and Bucky wasn’t with you, but he’d told you it should be fine. You’re not sure what that meant, but you chose to believe that everything was handled. Somehow. You know that both of you would be in deep shit with Wanda if anything happened, so you figure he’s going to make sure all of his bases are covered.

You walk in and immediately realize it’s packed, and that makes you calmer for some reason. You feel that if it’s super busy, people won’t take notice of you which is what you always want. Your brief look around tells you that you recognize no one, and you head to the bar with a sigh.

You end up sitting down in the middle of two people because it’s the only seat, and the bartender greets you with a quick smile and a ‘I’ll be right with you.”

You’re in no hurry and you just nod before considering what you want your first drink to be. You snack on some peanuts while you wait and you stifle a yawn as the bartender comes up to you to take your order.

“What will you have?”

As you give him your order, you notice that he’s a little on edge but you don’t know what to make of it. You order your go to and watch as he leaves to make it with a frown. You don’t put too much thought into it because you’re here to get drunk, not to psychoanalyze anyone. You’re also just interested in drinking and then cuddling with your dog on the couch later. You take your drink with a smile and take a long sip with a sigh.

You’re already feeling a little bit better.

Wanda’s taking a sip of her drink when she spots you and she nearly spits it out. She was so close to sealing this deal and getting to leave, but the sight of you makes her want to finish even faster. She looks over to Steve to see if he’s noticed you, but he’s distracted by something else so she simply turns back to the brunette across from her with a sigh.

“Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

She waits patiently as he flips through the contract again before he shakes his head. She nearly sighs in relief, but she stops short when she watches him look over his shoulder with a smile.

“Nothing to discuss, but would you share one more celebratory round? On me.”

Wanda can’t say no to this without appearing rude so she just smiles before turning to Steve with a pointed look. She looks to the bar as well, more specifically to where her wife’s sitting, but she doesn’t mention you before she asks Steve to get them drinks. She rarely does this and he immediately realizes that something is off. He agrees without protest and stands up to head for the bar.

“Of course.”

You’re on your second drink by the time Steve comes up behind you. The two people sitting next to you keep glancing at you, but you don’t notice as you continue to drink. You’re dissociating a bit now but you definitely notice when someone comes to stand between you and the blonde on your left. He’d been checking you out, not that you’d noticed, and Steve glared at him before turning to you slightly. He was trying to be subtle, but you were a little too distracted to notice and you turn to him in surprise.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You close your mouth and bite back the threat on the tip of your tongue when you realize who got too close to you. You frown in confusion before looking at Steve and glancing around for your wife.

“Right back at you. What’s…is Wanda here too?”

Steve just nods over to where your wife is sitting with someone you don’t recognize. She’s not looking at you, but you can also tell that she’s not paying attention to the person who’s talking to her. You look back to Steve as three drinks are set down in front of him. You have a lot of questions, but you don’t get to ask any of them before he speaks up and leaves without waiting for your response.

“We’ll be wrapping up soon.”

He leaves and you smile slightly as you take this opportunity to look at your wife. She’s tense where she sits, but you figure that has to do with whatever she’s talking about. You watch until Steve puts the drinks down on the table and Wanda looks up at him before her gaze shifts to you. She’s smiling and she thanks Steve while looking you over curiously. She takes a few seconds to admire your choice of clothing. She briefly wonders if you knew she’d be here because you’re wearing one of her favorite casual outfits on you.

You hadn’t put a lot of thought into it when you’d gotten dressed to go out. Your goal was always to be as comfortable as possible, and since it was a cooler night, you’d put on a pair of shorts that were just long enough to not show too much. Wanda had a love hate relationship with them because she loved when you wore them for her to see, but not anyone else. They showed off your legs and Wanda finds herself wanting to put her hands on you now.

She takes her drink without looking and drains nearly half of it before she forces herself to look away from you. She doesn’t want to draw attention to you, but she steals another glance at you as you grab your glass and drink some as well. She watches as you lean back against the bar which causes your shirt to ride up a little. Wanda catches a glimpse of skin before she realizes that someone is talking to her.

“To a prosperous relationship.”

As Wanda toasts to her successful deal, you turn back around and grab more peanuts with a smile. You know that you probably will need to leave before Wanda does, but the idea that your wife is here and undoubtedly keeping an eye on you makes you near giddy. You consider acting out but you know that you’ll pay for it later, and maybe not until tomorrow. Given how fond you are of instant gratification you decide to just order another slightly stronger drink to help you relax a little more.

You’re halfway through it when you feel your face start to grow hot. This is an unfortunate side effect of drinking alcohol and you know you need to slow down. You look out of the corner of your eye on both sides to see that your drinking companions are both looking at you. You’re not sure why, but you ignore them as you stretch out your sore back with a groan. You close your eyes so you miss the blonde on the left glancing at your cleavage when you arch your back.

You shake yourself out before resting your arm on the bar with a sigh. You feel your body buzzing from both the alcohol and the sudden need that’s snuck up on you. You glance over your shoulder to see that Wanda’s shaking hands and handing something across the table, but Steve is looking around probably out of boredom. You’re about to turn back around but you jump when you feel something cold fall on your leg.

"Shit."

You jump to your feet as you try to shake off the drink that just spilled on you. You frown as you look to the blonde who’d somehow knocked his drink over and practically onto your lap. He apologizes drunkenly and urgently as the bartender comes over with a towel and a glass of water. You sigh in defeat and annoyance as you realize that there’s now beer in your sock and you shake your head.

“I’m so sorry!”

You offer the man a tight smile before claiming that it’s fine even though it’s not. You’re annoyed but you turn to smile sincerely at the bartender who’d brought you stuff to clean up with, but you shake your head.

“Thanks, but I’ll just go clean up in the bathroom.”

You grab your phone and stick it in your back pocket before you head to the bathroom with an exaggerated sigh. Maybe you should have just stayed at home.

Wanda was wrapping things up when she hears a glass fall and shatter against a table. She frowns as she looks away from the man now getting to his feet to see you’re standing and shaking yourself out. She waits until she and Steve are alone until she sits up slightly and eyes the interaction curiously.

You’re trying to keep from getting soaked as the drunk who spilled on you apologizes and hovers uncertainly. When you leave the bar to head toward the bathrooms, she considers following you. She’s finished up a lot sooner than she thought she would and you might also be ready to go home. Her thoughts are interrupted when she watches the blonde who’s just finished wiping up his mess, hurry after you for some reason. She decides to go check on you as well, and she tells Steve she’ll be back soon. He waits for a few seconds before following after her because he has a feeling he knows what’s going to happen next.

You are just grabbing a few paper towels to try to clean the stickiness from your leg and shoe when the door opens behind you. You aren’t sure who you expected to see, but you frown at the sight of the reason why you’re in here in the first place.

“It’s fine, I got it.”

You say this mostly to get the blonde to explain his presence, but you don’t really need him to when he looks you over with interest that you don’t reciprocate.

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?”

You’re near glaring at him as the door opens again, but it quickly turns to a smile when you see who it is. Your wife reaches out for the blonde’s shirt and she practically throws him back through the door before slamming it behind him.

“We’re good, thanks.”

Your smile widens as Wanda locks the door behind him before turning to you with a smirk. She steps forward and reaches out for the towels in your hands before walking the short distance to the sink.

“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, detka.”

You smile slightly as you shrug while meeting your wife’s gaze in the mirror. You didn’t expect it either, but you figured you were just lucky. You reach out to take the towels back but Wanda shakes her head as she decides to take over.

“Right back at you.”

Wanda smiles as she kneels so she can clean the IPA off you. You twitch slightly at the cold towel, but you just hum in thanks as Wanda cleans you up. You reach out to play with Wanda’s hair and you smile widely when she groans under her breath.

“I’m glad you’re here, but I wish you hadn’t worn this.”

You frown in confusion as you note Wanda’s serious look as she stands up and turns to the trash now that she’s finished. You’re not sure what Wanda’s talking about because you were pretty sure your wife liked this outfit. You don’t realize you’re right until she turns back to you and reaches out for your flannel shirt. Wanda sighs at the feeling of the soft fabric in her hand. She swears it even smells comfortable, but she might just be a little drunk.

“It made it difficult for me to concentrate. All I could think about was taking it off.”

You smile at the irony of Wanda’s words despite believing what she says. She looks like she wants to devour you, and the only thing you have to say about this is ‘hurry up’. You lean in to kiss the redhead and you return your hands to her hair with a sigh. You back Wanda up against the locked door as you deepen the kiss and you taste the sweet cocktail you’d had earlier mix with her lighter drink.

Wanda groans against your lips when you tug on her jacket in a half-hearted attempt to take it off.

“You’re one to talk, Wands. You always look so good.”

Wanda’s breathing hard as she drops her hands from your waist to your hips. She tugs on your belt and spins you around before she pushes you back so you fall against the door. She licks her lips as she dives in for another kiss that leaves you both breathless. You curse when Wanda moves to your neck and starts to attack the skin there. She’d only been thinking about having you since she noticed you sitting at the bar with your damn short shorts and too tight shirt. Her hands go to your ass and you jump in surprise before moaning when she gives it a teasing squeeze.

“Never as good as you, Y/n.”

You hiss as she bites down on your neck and your hands return to her shoulders to try and push her jacket off. It’s keeping you from feeling her skin against yours and for that you consider setting it on fire. You’re grateful when Wanda takes matters into her own hands and takes it off before throwing it over toward the sink. You reach out and quickly sneak your hands under her shirt so you can feel her flushed skin. She sighs and brings herself flush against you with a smile. She feels you shudder and she can’t help but groan as she gets to her knees again.

“What are you doing?”

Wanda doesn’t offer a verbal response, but she kisses your inner thigh as she runs her hands up your legs. When you try to arch your back and bring her closer, Wanda pushes you back with a growl that nearly makes you moan.

“Stay still, detka.”

You want to listen to your wife, you really do, but as she continues to bite and suck at your skin you can’t help but squirm. Wanda pushes your shorts up as much as possible, but it’s not far enough for either of you. You’re whining as Wanda finally gives up and starts to undo your belt. She kisses the hickeys she’s left on your inner thighs as she starts to take off your shorts with a smile.

She leaves you completely bare as she pulls them down your legs and you can’t help but shiver from the sudden cold. Wanda’s quick to remedy this however as she comes back and pulls you close. You curse in surprise as she grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up as she bends low enough to throw your legs over her shoulders.

“Wands-.”

You trail off with a hiss as your wife quickly ducks between your legs. She can’t drag it out any longer because the smell of your arousal is making her impatient and desperate for a taste. You curse and moan as your wife’s tongue parts your slick folds. You bury your hands in Wanda’s hair as she pulls you impossibly closer until all of her senses are filled with you. The way you smell, taste, and sound drives Wanda to work harder to please you both. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as she sucks your clit into her mouth making you shudder violently. She pulls away and you think you might cry until she speaks up.

“None of that. I want to hear you.”

You try not to think too hard about how it’s entirely possible that someone is within ear shot. God forbid someone’s standing right outside waiting to use the bathroom. You only have a second to feel self-conscious before Wanda distracts you again.

“Oh, fuck! God, Wands, please…”

You’re bucking against Wanda’s face as you desperately chase your high. You’re breathing hard and you have a painful grip on your wife’s hair as you start to see stars. She can tell you’re close and she doubles her efforts until she feels you stiffen and a new wave of arousal floods her senses. She doesn’t stop when you reach your orgasm and she continues to devour you as you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t stop, please! D-don’t--!”

Wanda has no intention of stopping until you’re a puddle on the floor. You are well on your way already when you come a second time barely a minute later. You curse and thrash against Wanda’s tongue that’s still teasing you and you think you’re going to pass out. You try to push her away, but Wanda’s persistent and doesn’t budge an inch as she tries to get you off again. You had no idea that your simple outfit would make her this needy, but you’re eternally grateful. You feel Wanda dig her nails into your skin and you hiss under your breath as you brace yourself against the door.

“One more, detka, okay?”

You don’t have the ability to speak. You can only throw your head against the door behind you and moan loudly as Wanda’s fingers disappear between your legs. You don’t realize she’s only holding you up with one arm, but you’re sure the image would only make you come faster. You’re near delirious as your wife thrusts and curls two fingers inside of you. Your legs shake and you near double over when your third orgasm washes over you. You slump against the door and sense the floor is near when Wanda pulls out of you and helps steady you. Her arms and shoulders ache, but she ignores this along with her sore knees in favor of keeping you from collapsing on the dirty floor.

She gives you time to catch your breath and when the room stops spinning you try to stand.

“Are my legs still there? I can’t feel them at all.”

Wanda laughs at this as she helps you to your feet, and supports you more or less as you lean against the door. You sigh in exhaustion as you reach out for your wife to pull her close. You kiss her and groan slightly in embarrassment at the fact that you quite literally came all over her face.

“Let’s get out of here.”

It’s not a question, but you know you wouldn’t have said no to her either way. You still feel your skin tingling and as you look to your wife again and admire her in her entirety, you smile. You can’t wait for your turn.

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Matchmaker (m.s.)

Summary: Angie loves walks but also books apparently. Her playfulness results in a matchmaking.

A/N: hey lovelies. Sorry for the long wait, but here’s my second imagine, this time with Mick. It’s missing Mick hours here, so I thought this would be cute. Also, English is not my first language and I do NOT speak German, all the bold texts were translated with google translate, so excuse me if something’s not correct. Enjoy🤍

Today is an exceptionally beautiful day in Switzerland. After days of rain, the beauty of fall is finally showing. The park is covered with leaves and families are spending quality time with each other.

Turning a page in my new book, I inhale the fresh smell of my cappuccino that I couldn't manage to drink in an hour. I'm just so caught up in this book, that I cannot concentrate on anything else. Earlier today, I decided to walk to the nearest park, find a bench and get lost in my book. And that's exactly what I did.

I put my book down and look at my surroundings: happy couples, dogs, trees, babies and older people. Everybody’s chatting and enjoying the last bit of sunshine. The picture is so calming, I could sit here and observe things all day. I wonder if there’s a job like- what the hell?

"Angie, was tast du?" I look down, where I find a dog playing with...my book? When has that fallen out of my lap? I must've been lost in my thoughts again. I should really focus more on what’s happening around me.

"Das tut mir leid." A tall, blonde guy approaches me and takes my book out of what I suppose his dog's mouth. Only if I'd understand what he's saying.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak german." I pause the guy who was still talking to me I guess.

"I-I was just apologising. I'm so sorry, she usually doesn't do things like that. I guess she got excited?" He hands me over my book that's a bit wet, but it salvageable. "I- let me buy you a new one, this one's a bit...damaged."

"No, no. You really don't have to do that. It's completely fine, I actually like it better this way. It's unique." I smile to the very attractive blonde in front of me.

He runs a hand through his short hair and looks to his left, where his dog is, looking all innocent and cute. "Can't be mad at such an angel, right?" He asks while putting the leash on the puppy.

"No, you really can't." I giggle and scratch behind the dog's ear. "What's her name?"

"Angie." He looks at the animal then flashes his blue eyes on me. "And yours? What is your name?"

"Y/n” I answer shyly. "Yours?"

"I'm Mick, nice to meet you." He shakes my hand and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I actually feel chills running up my spine. "Mind if I sit?"

“Not at all.” He sits pretty close to me and the smell of cologne hits me. I take a second to examine Mick: his short blond hair is somewhat messy, but it actually suits him. He has an Under Armour jogging set on, which shows off his massive arms. Before I know it, I’m blushing at the sight of that.

"You have a really pretty accent, Y/n. I like it a lot." Mick looks into my eyes and smiles widely.

"Thank you." Just as he wants to say something,his dog jumps on the bench, just between us. I pet the fluffy animal and coo at her just like a baby. I can feel Mick’s eyes on me, his stare burning holes in my body. God he’s attractive.

“So hey, I really do feel bad about the book. It’s not acceptable.” He says and fumbles with one of his many bracelets.

“It’s totally fine. Now it has a story.” I smile at the blue eyed boy but he just doesn’t let this matter to rest.

“Still, I would like to rebuy that. Or any book really.” Now he seems eager almost. Although, not gonna lie, a book shopping date doesn’t sound half bad.

“Okay, alright. You can buy me a new book.” He smiles at this and nods. The dog between us starts barking so Mick takes her by the leash and stands up.

“I think someone’s hungry.” He pets Angie’s head and the cutie starts to shake her tail. “I think we need to get going, but can I have your number? You know for the book?” He asks and I feel my face turning red.

“Yeah, sure.” I try to act naturally as he hands me his phone and I type in my number. I save the number alongside with my name and hand him back the device.

“Thank you. So, I guess I’ll see you later?” He scratches the back of his neck and I nod. He will see me again for sure. “Well then, have a nice day Y/n.”

“You too, Mick.” I smile as he walks away. The leash however was twister around his feet so he almost fell over.

“Get it together, Mick.”