#are you really that attached to someone else's fucking teeth

[ishikawayukis]

now what we're not going to do is mourn someone's features that they decided to change for whichever reason because it's their body and they can (looking at you twitter)

[tossawary]

Listening to someone else watch the original ATLA again, just starting season 3, and there's this line where Aang suggests that it didn't just look like he died, but he DID actually die and Katara brought him back. And look, I don't know much about the lore introduced by TLOK, but this sounds like a really fun place to start an AU inspired by "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"'s take on the temporary death and resurrection of a cyclical chosen one: Aang is brought back to life and is STILL the Avatar, but his temporary death still also causes another Avatar to be born into the Southern Water Tribe (or Swamp People or refugees on some southern island, whatever).

Like, I know the Avatar is a reincarnation thing, but weird things can happen with spirits! Maybe this glitch in the cycle causes the spiritual equivalent of mitosis to happen to the Avatar and the spirit attached to them, so there's just two of them now! Maybe having two Avatars has some spiritual downsides, maybe not, it's up to whatever path you choose to explore in this AU.

I just think it would be really funny for post-canon 21yo Aang (and the Gaang and the White Lotus and all the spiritual / religious orders on the planet) to suddenly be confronted with a 10yo water tribe kid who is ALSO the Avatar.

A water tribe couple shuffle awkwardly up to Sokka, like, "Sooooo... we think our 10 year old daughter might be the Avatar...? She can, uh, bend all the elements and all that. Look at this shit." And Sokka is like, "Fuck, Aang is dead?!" Before he's like, "Wait, I saw Aang last week, this kid is way too old?!" And he has to hastily contact Aang like, "Hey, buddy, you're still alive, right?" And Aang can only reply, "Uhhh, last I checked, yes?!?!"

It's probably Sokka and Katara who put the pieces of the timeline together and figure out what caused this, because all of the other Avatars are probably initially like, "Yeah, I have no idea what's happening here. I'm you and you're me, but I'm also her and she's also me, and you and her are kind of the same person, but you're obviously different people now? Wow! Good luck figuring all that out, kid! You're really going places none of us have gone before! A real groundbreaker!"

Aang, through gritted teeth, "I am really not TRYING to do that, thank you!"

[jiminrings]

four seven eight, phase three: intermission.

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: jungkook hasn’t had any drinks so far, but he’s the rawest he’s ever been.

alternatively, jungkook has three separate conversations while he’s at the club.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale — complete series masterlist, from phase 1 to 3 ]

Yoongi always finds some way to piss Jungkook off.

Your husband isn’t sure if he’s just that easy to piss off or if Yoongi really is an extremely annoying person that gets on everyone’s nerves (his especially), but regardless, your friend always finds some way to set him to the edge.

Jungkook almost bended a fork with his teeth when you called out baby along with your subsequent request for him to pass the sauce, but even before he could reach for said container, Yoongi (who was sitting on the other end of the table) dashes over to your seat to give you sauce and piss him off in the process.

He almost grabbed Yoongi by the hair that one time when you were on your last shot on your film camera and you wanted to take a photo of them, but right at the last second of you taking it, Yoongi told him there was a cockroach by his feet which immediately made it look like Jungkook was bowing to him. He’s already ripped up the picture as soon as you got it developed, but the anger at the seemingly surface-level tricks he pulled on him always ate at him.

Jungkook only texted Yoongi awhile ago, and while he wasn’t expecting an immediate reply given the time difference, he almost wished the latter didn’t even respond in the first place. 

you’re hwayoung’s godfather

look after her while i’m gone

The two of them have been civil, maybe even friendly at best, since yours and Jungkook’s month-long break before Hwayoung came along; Jungkook doesn’t expect much from Yoongi except for the bare minimum — the problem is that Yoongi himself wants to go above and beyond.

i know that

i don’t need you to be gone for me to look after hwayoung lol

Jungkook huffs at the insinuation, brows immediately knitted as he tries to focus his eyes on his phone that seems to be the brightest source of light in the dimmed, packed club.

?

He can admit to himself (to you too, but never to anyone else especially Yoongi) that he can sometimes go overboard looking in between the lines. It’s this nagging feeling in Jungkook’s brain that he needs to analyze everything from all angles when it concerns you and the people who are fond of you. It’s this irritating quirk of his that he himself hates because he can’t be placated at the thought of something, someone, getting in between the two of you.

Especially if it’s Yoongi, even if he’s already sworn up and down that he’s moved on from you.

Most especially Yoongi, who’s close to his family in more ways than one, now that he’s left for the meantime.

i’ll take care of y/n too dw :)

Jungkook seethes at that, his thumbs already moving on their own accord to type out a reply he barely has the consciousness to discern. He can’t bring himself to read in between the lines now; now, when he’s apart from you and Hwayoung and there’s neither a husband nor father figure at home, and now, when everything dawns on him that everything that’s happening now is real.

go fuck yourself

Everything in and out of Jungkook’s reach is real. The fight you had two days ago was indeed real, and what reminds him of that is your messages that only detail about Hwayoung and nothing else. Yoongi being h*mself which is an annoyance within its own, is real and is proved by the laughing reaction that he only attached to Jungkook’s very genuine, very offensive profanity.

Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to entertain the possibility that Yoongi’s only messing with him as per usual. He doesn’t have the energy to detangle the complicated knots in his mind that all point to him being the reason for his own undoing.

The only energy that your husband has at the moment is to switch apps, regulate his breathing, and head straight to the live footage from the security camera in Hwayoung’s room. Jungkook feels sane again (maybe even the feeling greater than contentment, but not more than happiness) when he sees the two of you pop up on screen, your laughs immediately drowning out the blaring music.

“My pretty girls,” he mumbles under his breath, his thumb twitching to switch between apps again and finally have the courage to actually talk to you about what happened and not just fawn over how Hwayoung’s breezing through her milestones while he’s been gone.

He hasn’t had anything to drink yet, and while he’s relieved at that, there’s a sense of cowardice that creeps up in Jungkook’s throat. He feels pathetic and unsurprisingly, characteristically weak when it comes to you.

Your husband settles for pushing the button that makes the security camera ding, indicating that he’s indeed watching you and Hwayoung, before he screws his eyes shut in fear that you’ll only scowl at him through the screen.

You don’t.

Instead, you only smile lightly. You’re tired and you’re filled with pent-up sentiments because you can’t exactly gossip to Hwayoung how her dad has been frustrating you to no end lately, and yet, you still smile for him because she’s watching.

There’s a knot that forms in his throat when you prop Hwayoung in front of the camera and coo at her to wave because he’s watching. There’s this unmistakeable sting behind Jungkook’s eyes because he’s reminded yet again that everything’s real; that unlike him, you’re not weak. 

You’re filled with so much love as evidenced by the way you look at Hwayoung with no fear at all of messing everything up, and it makes Jungkook choke over nothing. You have your fears too, but not one of them comes close to the degree that his doubts are in — perhaps you do have a fear of losing everything just like he does, except the resounding difference is that you’re not a coward like him.

Namjoon’s jostled him atleast three times for the past ten minutes and he’ll succumb to his friend sooner or later, but not now when Jungkook rethinks every word he’s ever said and how he misspoke, not now when he’s made the mistake of even calling Eunsu as his muse when he can’t even grasp the weight of the word when he calls someone else that in front of his wife.

Jungkook’s still a coward, with or without a drink, but he’s in the latter state when he brings out his other phone to finally call you.

He sees you flinch silently through the security camera, gaze averting from a napping Hwayoung on your lap to your phone that’s ringing. You purse your lips in hesitation yet you don’t quiver, accepting his call but not without looking straight at the camera before you do.

You’re neither unattached nor resigned with Jungkook — you’re simply stuck in the middle with him, even if the demarcation about who gets the shorter end of the stick is unclear.

“I didn’t mean anything I said last night,” he admits straightly, sparing no time as his chest tightens.

“You sounded like it,” you frown, absent-mindedly stroking Miso’s fur who just conjured out of nowhere at the exact time your husband called you.

“At the time, yes,” he sighs heavily, the knot in his throat refusing to unravel even if he’s already baring his truth. “But at that time too, I was beyond stupid a-and emotional. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I know me being drunk shouldn’t be an excuse,” Jungkook swallows, his hand cupping the air instead of a shot glass reminding him of his stupidity. “I was out of it. I couldn’t keep everything in check.”

Your voice remains hushed, but you don’t have it in you to discern if it’s only because Hwayoung is sleeping on your lap, or if talking to Jungkook lately robs you of your will to be on the same level as him.

“You could’ve told me as soon as you felt… that way, Jungkook.”

He sucks in a breath, chewing on his bottom lip as he tries not to cry rethinking about your fight. “I did try to, but as soon as you did, you asked me if taking care of Hwayoung felt like a chore to me.”

“Does it?” you ask again, ironically coinciding with Jungkook’s point that it makes him chuckle lightly. You were always so stubborn — almost always similar to his temperament.

“I respect you a lot, Y/N. You put a roof over over our heads, you put food on the table, you have everything figured out.”

“Jungkook,” you mumble, sensing the inevitable conjunction that separates the both of you further.

“But I’m the one who knows what I’m feeling the most, not you,” Jungkook sighs shakily, voice hushed even quieter than the way you look at him silently through the screen. 

He can see you, but you can’t see him. 

“We’re both parents to Hwayoung at the end of the day but in that— in that same day, you spend more time being the working parent while I’m the stay-at-home parent,” he confides, his tone gentle and slow unlike the way his drunken nature persuaded him otherwise. “Taking care of Young-ie isn’t a chore for me. Yes, it’s repetitive. I-it could be exhausting and draining but that’s what it comes with being a dad. I’m her dad. I’m the one who’s with her. I’m bound to feel this way,” he pauses, breath hitching. “I’m not asking you to forgive me right away for all the shit I said. I’ve been unfair springing all of this on you on such short notice.”

You look straight at the camera, bottom lip quivering as you wrap your head around Jungkook’s sober vulnerability.

“I’ve been unfair too,” you mutter, eyes downcast because even if you can’t see Jungkook, there’s a false image of him that floats in your mind, belittling you for not being enough. “I didn’t see it from your point of view.”

There’s only silence between the two of you, the noise of the club being expertly drowned out even through the distortion of the line.

“You can forgive me tomorrow or next week, even— but the sooner the better, of course,” Jungkook chides playfully after a few seconds, smiling to himself when he visibly sees the tension melt away from your shoulders.

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m asking you to give me a chance, baby. Give me a little leeway,” Jungkook pleads, in between light chuckles and strained desperation that an honest, sober husband like him could give to you while you’re long-distance. “Give me a little time to figure out a balance. I-I can’t be the best husband and dad that I want— need to be if I can’t figure myself out.”

“I get it,” you nod, your thumb unconsciously adjusting the wedding on your ring finger that’s become slightly askew. “But you promise me that you’ll come home, Jungkook,”

“I promise.”

“You have to promise me too that there’s no one else.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook tuts warningly, his confused frown at you being genuine in nature as if you could see him in real time trying to digest your paranoia. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Promise me,” you repeat again with a short-lived whine, the stirring of Hwayoung on your lap making his heart soften and your call interrupted.

“I promise.”

Jungkook relaxes into his seat, eyes still fixed on the security app on his phone as he watches you rock his daughter to sleep, pointing to the camera every now and then to tell her that her appa’s watching. 

Namjoon and Eunsu come over with drinks, and as much as there’s a momentary wave of relief that washes over Jungkook because he’s seeing familiar people, there’s a dubiously-coated type of tension that replaces the knot on his throat.

“Ah, my pretty producer,” Eunsu hands him his drink, looking past the platinum wedding band that Jungkook hadn’t dared to take off even once the whole trip, along with his phone that displays his family in full brightness. “I believe we haven’t met properly.”

[russo-woso]

Could you do a Leah smut based on the song casual by Chappell Roan

Casual | Leah Williamson

Warning SMUT 18+, toxic relationship, praise kink

“I don’t get why you’re still going out with her. You know what she’s like. You’ve heard the rumours of all her previous girls. She just used them. It’s like she can’t love anyone.” Your friend, Emma, told you as you sat down at the table to have lunch.

It was true. Leah’s reputation was well known throughout your school.

You’d known Leah all throughout your schooling.

Going to primary school with her, and then going to secondary school with her and then eventually going to sixth form with her.

You and her would always say hi to each other. You wouldn’t go as far as saying you were friends with her, but would respectfully smile at one another.

Until you found out the truth about her.

It wasn’t anything bad. That’s what you thought until you experienced it yourself.

Leah had a problem. She couldn’t love anyone.

She’d take girls home, either from school, or teammates, sleep with them, act like she loved them, and then tell them it was just a casual thing.

You had heard story after story about this.

Yet, somehow, all you saw was small Leah playing football when she was six years old.

You think that’s how it led you to being one of those girls.

You couldn’t see Leah for who she really was.

You thought that maybe she could fall in love with you.

And so when Leah and you kissed after celebrating the win of one of her matches, it started to become a regular thing and you fell in love with her.

You’d always remember that lunch spent with Emma.

The last words she said to you during lunch, was that you were a loser that you couldn’t see who leah really was.

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“Y/N, look, I told some of my friends about what happened and they promised not to tell anyone. I’m sorry.” Leah apologised for all the rumours going around.

“Leah, I trusted you not to tell anyone about what happened.”

What happened. What happened was that you slept with Leah.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t planned at all.

You didn’t want to sleep with her until you knew you weren’t one of those girls, but somehow it did.

It all came back to you looking at Leah like she was still the same girl she was all them years ago.

In a way, you regretted what happened.

As you were leaving Leah’s house that night, she said something that you’d never forget.

Let’s keep this casual, okay?

You nodded and walked away, mentally cursing yourself for falling in love with her.

You really were one of them girls.

And to top it off, you were known as the girl who Leah fucks for fun.

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You couldn’t help yourself.

You were addicted to Leah.

You were addicted to her smile, the smirk she’d give you when you walked past her, the smell of her, just everything about her.

That’s what led you to you laying in her bed sheets, out of breath.

She collapsed next to you, using the bed sheets to cover herself.

“That was… wow.” You said, your mind still somewhere else.

“I know I’m just too good, aren’t I?” Leah replied to your comment, a huge smirk taking over her face.

“Don’t get cocky, Williamson.”

“Remember, no attachments, alright baby?”

“Yeah. No attachments.” You said back. You would be lying through your teeth if you said you agreed with her.

After all, you already were attached to her. You had been for a while.

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“Fuck, Le.” You moaned as her tongue worked wonders on your clit.

“You taste so good.” Leah groaned into your pussy, sending vibrations to run through your body.

“What if someone sees, le?” You questioned, your breath uneven.

You were currently sat in a car park in Leah’s car whilst she ate you out in the passenger seat.

“Let them see. Let them see how you’re being a good girl for me. Let them hear you scream my name.”

“Shit. Leah, right there. God, please don’t stop.” You screamed as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Fuck. I love it when you moan my name. Say it again.”

“Le, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck.” You grabbed the car door with one hand, your other flying to Leah’s hair as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt Leah smirk into your pussy as she licked it clean.

Leah climbed back into the drivers seat, resting a hand on your thigh.

She pulled off and out of the car park as if nothing had happened.

“Le, this is still casual, right?” You asked her, just trying to see where your relationship stood, and she frowned at your question.

“Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

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When Leah approached you a few days later and explained that her mum had invited you for dinner at a restaurant, you couldn’t say no.

The fact that Leah had spoken to her mum about you and so much that she’d invited you for dinner made a ray of hope appear.

The dinner had gone okay. Perfect even.

Amanda and David were so nice.

The nerves you felt disappeared as soon as Amanda pulled you into a tight hug.

As you were sat down waiting for your meals to arrive, you kept getting distracted from the conversation.

Amanda and David were talking about Leah’s brother, Jacob, who lived in Australia, but with Leah’s hand travelling its way up your thigh, you couldn’t concentrate.

You put your hand on Leah’s hand, pulling it away and dropping it back in her lap, but not even five minutes later, you felt it on your thigh again, this time even higher up.

“Mum, can I quickly speak to Y/N?” Leah asked and stood up as soon as Amanda nodded, confusion written on her face, identical to yours.

Leah took your hand and dragged you through the restaurant towards the bathroom.

As soon as she pushed open the door, she locked the door and pushed you against it.

“You’re gonna be my good girl and be quiet okay.” Leah’s voice whispered in your ear and she started to suck on your neck.

“Leah, fuck, that feels so good.”

Leah’s hands made their way to the hem of your trousers, sliding them down your legs.

“You’re gonna take my fingers, okay, baby.” Leah said and you whimpered in response, your core already clenching.

“Please, le.”

You couldn’t believe you were in this situation again.

After the events in Leah’s car, you promised your self you wouldn’t let this happen again, but here you were with Leah in the bathroom of a restaurant where you were supposed to be having dinner with her parents.

As Leah still attacked your neck, her fingers pushed your underwear to the side and she stuck one finger into you.

Your head fell onto her shoulder and you moaned into it to stop the rest of the restaurant from hearing.

Leah added a second a finger and began pumping in and out.

“Fuck, Leah, right there.”

Leah’s fingers continued to hit the same spot over and over again, making you bite into her shoulder to stop you from moaning.

“You feel so right around my fingers, babe. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” Leah asked and you nodded your head against her shoulder. “Good. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

“Le, ‘m so close. I’m gonna cum.”

The feel of Leah’s fingers in you, the huskiness in her voice and the sight of Leah’s biceps made you tumble over the edge far too quickly.

You rolled your head back against the door and wrapped your hand around your mouth to stop yourself from being caught.

Leah pressed a final kiss to you neck, soothing the marks she’d just left.

She helped pull your trousers back up and wiped the sweat that had gathered on your forehead.

“Now, we’re going to go out there and you’re gonna act like my girlfriend, understood?”

That sentence broke you.

Act. You were going to have to go out there and act like Leah’s girlfriend.

You simply nodded your head, not knowing what to say or do.

You returned to the table, sending a weak smile to David and Amanda.

The rest of dinner was quiet, you barely saying a word. And the words you did say, were mumbled to stop you from crying.

You didn’t want to act like you were Leah’s, you wanted to be Leah’s but Leah could only love casually.

All her relationships were casual, including yours.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’ve seemed quiet the last half hour.” Amanda questioned, purely to see if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m…actually, no I’m not fine. I’ve had enough of this. I’ve had enough of acting. I want someone who actually loves me. I want a relationship with someone that’s not casual. I can’t believe I’ve let it go on for this long. I hate that I let this drag on so long. You can go to hell Leah. I hate you for doing this to me. You let me fall in love with you and then you tell me it’s all an act. Go to fucking hell.”

You marched out of the restaurant, not a care in the world that the whole restaurant had eyes on you.

Tears streamed down your face as you got into your car. You screamed in anger.

You should have listened to Emma. You should have known that it would end this way.

After all, Leah wasn’t that same seven year old girl you once knew, she had changed.

That seven year old girl knew how to love people, this Leah, didn’t.

Everything she did, including her relationships, were casual.

[patscorner]

CHAPTER ONE: BUY-IN

pairings: paige x oc

contains: pining, angst

word count: 2,575

a/n: okay, one chapter in. let me know what you guys think, my inbox is open. also let me know what you might like to see, the outline isn't set in stone. school has started so it might be a bit before the next chapter, but it's coming. enjoy!

My palms sweat as I dial the familiar number, one I’d memorized by heart. It’d been far too long since I’d called her, and I don’t really have a reason, so the bullshit ‘I’ve been busy’ excuse will just have to do.

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JUNE 2023

“Hello?”

I clear my throat in an attempt to swallow the lump that magically appeared. “H-Hey, Azzi, uh-it’s CJ.”

“Who?” My heart dropped to my shoes as my brain scrambled to pick up the pieces of one word.

“I-uh..”

Azzi chuckles. “I’m just messing with you. What’d you need?” I let out a breath as I rub my head.

“Oh my god, I actually hate you, holy shit.” I laugh.

“Apparently, since it’s been, what, like three months since we’ve talked.” I could practically hear the eye roll.

It’s really not fair for me to ignore Azzi because, really, she hadn’t done anything but be my best friend.

Our best friend.

And maybe that our was the problem. Maybe that combination, the unity of the word, and everything behind it was a mistake. Maybe, letting her etch herself into the scrolls of my heart, so much so that the ink bled together. Maybe the missed cue of when mine became hers, and hers became ours, was poor oversight.

Maybe letting Azzi become collateral damage was where me and her went wrong.

I laugh it off, ignoring the pang it sends to my chest.

“Yeah, well, I have to mentally prepare myself to lose brain cells. Can’t let it fuck up my game.” I respond, earning a laugh from the brown-haired girl. There’s nothing like the nostalgia a sound can bring you. The memories and feelings, all hidden behind a single noise.

After she gathers herself, she sighs. “So what’s up?”

And suddenly, I remember why I’d called.

“Yeah, uh, there’s something I kinda wanted to talk to you about, before you hear it somewhere else..” I say, picking at my earlobe nervously.

“Ooookay… Is everything okay..?” her voice relaying softer through the phone.

I nod. “Yeah, it’s nothing bad. Or, at least, I don’t think..” I fall silent for a moment. This couldn’t be as bad as I’m making it seem, right? Right?

“Either way, I’d just rather talk about it in person.”

Azzi hums. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Where do you want to meet?” I consider my options. I’m only in Minnesota to visit my family for about a week, and it’d take another day to get to Virginia… I would be back in time to move into my dorm. It’s inconvenient but doable.

“I could drive up to you in like a week, I’ll just meet you at your house.” I mutter thoughtfully.

“Wait, are you in Texas or Minnesota?”

“I’m about an hour out from Minny.” I answer, slightly confused.

“Oh, I’m here with Paige and the boys. We’re actually headed to the fair soon. You could meet up with us if you wanted.”

“Shit…uh, I didn’t think about them...” I mumble.

That’s a lie. Truthfully, every time I think of home, memories of the blonde flood my mind instantly. But then I’m reminded of what she’d done. How she ripped herself out of my chest like velcro, instead of carefully detangling herself, ridding herself off all strings attached. All for someone else.

For someone who used to be mine.

“Hello..? You still there?”

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Uh, th-yeah, that’s fine.” I sigh, quickly trying to recover.

Azzi sighs through the phone. “Look, I still don’t know what happened between you two, so if you don’t want to come-” she amends.

“No! No, okay, sorry. I- just gotta change my clothes…” I say, biting my lip as I lie through my teeth. “I’ll just meet you guys there?”

I could practically hear Azzi smile. “That sounds good, just call me when you get there.”

After we say our goodbyes, I hang up. I groan as I throw my head back.

I’m always up to a challenge, but the thought of going and having to function around her, after all she’s said and done; after she’s ruined us before there even was an us, that might be more difficult than I’d thought.

It’s not like I have a choice, though. I’m gonna have to learn how to be around her every day, especially when the season starts.

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“Drew, bro, if you spray me with that shit one more time, I swear to god, I will beat your ass.” I glared at him as he hid behind Jose, who put his hands up in surrender. I should not have bought him that water gun.

I rolled my eyes as I turned back to Azzi, who kept looking around, then back at her phone, repeating the process. I kicked her in her shin. “Ow! Paige, what the fuck?” Azzi complains, rubbing her leg. “Who are you looking for?” I say, glancing around.

She looks back down at her phone. “Nobody. Just people watching.” I scoff. “Bullshit, are we being spied on, or what?” She shakes her head, looking up around once more. “Okay, bro, what’s going on? Who’s ass do I have to beat?”

Azzi rolls her eyes at me. “You couldn’t beat Ohio, let alone anyone else.”

I sit back in shock, putting my hand on my heart as I feign offense. “Okay, their defense was so unexpected. You can’t even put that on me.” She shrugged, looking back at her phone and standing up. “Where-”

“Bathroom.” she mutters. I watch as she practically sprints away. If only she did that shit in practice. I shake my head.

I open my phone and begin mindlessly scrolling through instagram, ignoring the thousands of times I’ve been tagged in pictures that I’d taken with fans today. Suddenly, I freeze.

It’s a post by the official UConn women’s basketball team. It’s a picture of CJ in her Texas jersey, the number 43 on the front. Her hair is in her signature bun, hair slicked back carefully, as she drives towards the basket. The caption reads “Welcome CJ West!”

What the fuck?

I’m in such a state of shock that when Azzi comes back, I don’t notice the figure next to her. I glance up at her, then back at my phone. “Yo, Azzi, have you seen this?” I look up at her again, and this time, I let my eyes flick to the person next to her.

CJ.

Forgetting what I’d just seen, my jaw drops as I take her in. She’s just as beautiful, if not more, as she was the last time I’d seen her. She’s wearing a basic casual outfit; a plain white crop top, paired with blue jeans, and gold jewelry that always makes her hazel eyes seem brighter. Or maybe that’s just how they look naturally.

“Oh, shit.” I whisper, clearly in awe. She rolls her eyes.

Fuck.

“Hello to you, too, Paige.” Double fuck.

That fucking voice.

I clear my throat, trying to recover. “Hey, CJ.” I breathe. The lighthearted air is swallowed by suffocating tension as I make eye contact with a stranger.

“Oooookay…” Azzi says, clearing her throat. “This is about as awkward as I’d thought it’s be…” she mutters. CJ looks at her. “I told you.”

I look between them. “What’s going on?”

Azzi looked at CJ expectantly, gesturing to her to speak. CJ rolled her eyes and huffed. “I-uh, I have news.” CJ glanced between Azzi and I. She cleared her throat as she picked at her earlobe, a habit she’d picked up when she was younger. I’d always hold her hand to stop her, and I want to do that more than anything right now. I think I’ve lost that right, though.

“I’m transferring to UConn.”

My eyes flick to Azzi’s who’s jaw drops. “Really? How-Why?”

CJ shrugs, trying feign carelessness. “Better environment, Texas heat ain’ my thing.” To the normal eye, CJ’s behavior could be seen as normal. But to me? I see the way her eyelids flutter, the hesitation behind her pretty lips, and the way her eyebrows raise just slightly. She’s a good liar.

Just not good enough.

I don’t say anything, though, not when she gets dragged away by Drew and Jose, not when Drew practically begs her to stay and hang out with us, and certainly not when she’s sat in front of me on the ride Jon chooses. I don’t say anything when the boys get swept away, and it’s just the three of us, like it always used to be.

It’s only when Azzi goes to the bathroom, leaving us alone for the first time in years that I say anything. “Try not to kill each other, please.” She orders as she scurries to the restroom.

It’s silent for a moment, and I can almost see the relief on her face when she thinks I’ll hold my tongue.

Unfortunately, I’m nobody’s peace.

“How long are you here for?” I ask, stuffing my hands into my black cargo pants. She looks up at me. “Uh-just for the week, gotta move outta my dorm, and it’s a long drive, so.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You driving on your own?”

CJ nods. “Yeah, I’ll just sleep in my car or something.” I shake my head. “No fucking way, bro, you serious? That’s like a twenty hour drive.”

She crosses her arms. “So? That’s how I got here.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not goin’ on your own.” I say. Truthfully, I knew she’d be fine on her own, but something about her driving back to Texas, just to go back to Connecticut, doesn’t sit well with me. I’m only concerned for her safety. Or at least that’s what I decide to tell myself.

She scoffs. “What, you’re gonna come with me?”

“I could, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s the last thing I want.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not. Didn’t even wanna see you today.”

I turned to her. “Seriously, dude?” She looks at me. “Yes, seriously.”

I roll my eyes. I know I hurt her. I know I fucked up. But that was three years ago. We were kids. I was eighteen. I can legally drink now. It’s been three years. How can someone be upset for that long? “You gotta get over it one day.” I say before thinking about it.

I regret it when I see a flash of hurt on her face. “Get over it? That’s easy for you to say, Paige.” she spits out harshly.

Ouch.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say, even though I know exactly what she meant. “Exactly what it sounds like. You get over shit quickly.” She shrugs. Her nonchalant tone pisses me off more than the words. I take a step towards her. “I didn’t ‘get over’ anything. There was nothing to ‘get over’. You were just jealous-”

“Jealous?” She interrupts incredulously. “Paige, you stuck your tongue down her throat!”

“And that pissed you off. Hence, jealousy.” I shrug.

“You were my best friend! It’s not fucking jealousy, it’s betrayal!” She practically yells, taking a step closer, our toes almost touching.

“I didn’t betray anybody! I was drunk! She was drunk! And I apologized afterward!” I say, trying to ignore the way her scent invades my senses.

She laughs dryly, taking a step back. “Right, you’re right. Yeah, an apology fixes it all.” I blink. “Really?”

CJ stares at me. “You’re a fucking idiot.” she says, and the only emotion I can pick up is anger. “I know.” I whisper.

Just then Azzi comes out of the bathroom, looking between us. “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” We say at the same time, and Azzi raises her eyebrows. “Aaaalrighty then… Can we find the boys, I’m ready to go.”

I nod and begin to walk behind Azzi, but I don’t miss the way CJ looks at me. I’m no expert, but if I know one thing, it’s the gaze of someone who’s been heartbroken.

I know because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it every time I’ve looked in the mirror for the past three years.

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“There’s no way you’re driving to Texas by yourself.” Azzi gapes from the corner seat of the booth. Jose convinced Paige to drive us to some random diner. She’s so easy.

I roll my eyes as I take a sip of my sprite. “Bro, you sound like Paige.” I grumble.

“The fact that I’m agreeing with her should tell you how fucking stupid you sound.” she said. I look at her in shock as Paige throws her head back, cackling.

Fuck.

That stupid fucking laugh paired with that stupid fucking smile makes it so fucking hard to be mad at her. Maybe I should let it go. It has been three years…

No.

Instead of entertaining the thoughts, I opt for kicking her shin instead. “What do you think that says about you, dumbass.” She immediately shuts up, and I roll my eyes as Jon almost spits out his Dr. Pepper.

“I’ll have you know I was AP player of the year.” She defends, eyebrows furrowed. I raise my eyebrows unimpressed. “Still holding onto that, huh?”

Azzi laughs, and Paige shoots her a look. “Can we get back on task, please?” That seems to direct all the attention back to me. “Driving to Texas? All on your own?” Paige says.

“Yes. Did y’all forget how I got here? I didn’t fucking speedwalk.”

“Yeah, but you’re gonna go to Texas, spend, what, two full days staying up late and packing up three years of your life, and then driving the… twenty-nine, thirty, hour trip to Connecticut?” Azzi reasons.

I blink. “Well, when you put it like that..” I mutter.

Paige rolls her eyes. “Dude, just let us come with you. We can drive you there, so your car isn’t sitting in the middle of nowhere-”

“Isn’t your car in Storrs?”

“And we can switch drivers. Stay at a hotel halfway there, and then drive the rest of the way the day after.” She finishes, ignoring my comment. Before I can answer, the waiter comes with our food.

As he sets the plates down, I look at Paige, just taking her in. She’s wearing a plain black hoodie, with some red, white, and blue shorts on. It’s not much, but she could be wearing a trashbag and still be the hottest motherfucker around. It’s almost disgusting how effortlessly gorgeous she is.

I wouldn’t mind having someone to help me get to Connecticut. It’s a long drive, and it should be an easy yes. The truth is, when she looks like that, and acts like this, and talks the way she does… I don’t know how I’m going to get through the season, let alone a road trip.

I watch her lips as she says a thank you to the waiter, quickly averting my eyes when she looks at me. When the waiter leaves, I look back up and roll my eyes at her poor attempt to hide her smirk. As much as I wanted to wipe the smirk off her face, driving alone to Texas sounded dreadful. Plus, Paige has an okay music taste. Might not be that bad.

“Fine. You guys can come with me to Texas.”

Azzi smiles, clearly satisfied. Paige grins like a madman, clapping her hands. “This is going to be fun.”

I roll my eyes for the upteenth time tonight.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Eccentricities

Yandere! Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Dark Themes, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Yandere!Miguel is a warning on his own, spying, peeping, camera use, masturbation (m)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Enjoy my brain rot I now infect you all I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish

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Pt. 1

You weren't sure if it was your luck, or your resume that landed you probably the easiest, most well-paying job you've ever worked. But man, were you glad whatever did get it, got it for you.

Little did you know, it was neither.

The truth is... your boss, Miguel O'Hara, noticed when you emailed it to him. Something about the pictures attached stirred something up inside him.

Maybe it was the soft, Mona Lisa-like smile in your photos, or maybe it was something else entirely. He himself didn't know it, the reason why you immediately piqued his interest.

Sure, he's hired female employees before, one or two housekeepers. They were always buxom girls looking for the whole "boss having sex with his hot maid" cliché. One even tried to trick him with a false pregnancy test, just for him to call her out with a body scan right then and there.

And yeah... he almost always wound up fucking them. But that was it. They were good, warm holes to fuck, that was all. Fuck them until he got bored with them, and toss them out; that's what he would do.

Hell, some of them weren't even good fucks... He'd had better sex from random women he brought home from clubs.

Thank god for non-disclosure contracts.

But you... He had a feeling you would last longer than all of them. There was something about you.

And whatever it was, when he met you for the first time in person in that tiny café, was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent, your voice, the way your eyelashes batted your cheeks, even the shy shuffle of one foot behind the other as you spoke with him.

He could already imagine himself splitting you open with his cock, right then and there. Making you gasp, and scream and writhe and beg him to show some mercy at how he would pummel that sweet little cunt of yours; showing everyone there that you now belonged to him.

But patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait.

And Miguel O'Hara always got what he wanted, in the end.

It was just a matter of waiting.

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"I just have to say that, I... It's very generous of you to offer me a room to stay in, Mr O'Hara." You say as he leads you down the hall.

"I really can't thank you enough."

He sucked in an imperceptible breath at your little smile and twinkling eyes as you rocked your head back to look up at him and meet his red-brown ones.

He flashed a smile, charming. His teeth were crooked in some places, but for some reason it put you a bit at ease. Despite his sheer size, Miguel looked... Normal. Drop dead gorgeous "normal", but still. It made him... more relatable to know someone like him wouldn't immediately run to a dentist to fix his teeth to project an image of perfection. That he wouldn't give in to vain appearances.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me at all." He said, leading you down the hall of his impossibly large house--no, mansion--to where you would be living.

"All my previous maids have been given their own spaces to live in, it's easier on them so they don't have to worry about arriving late, or paying for taxis or finding their own ways to work." He replied casually.

"Oh, actually, I'm curious about that. I haven't seen other staff around here, why is that?" You chirp innocently.

"Ah, well..." He said, giving a strained smile. He had to think of something. Fast. He couldn't possibly tell you the real reasons why. Maybe.

Yet.

"They simply didn't work out. Many of them didn't follow direction well and were constantly challenging my authority."

You frown, your brows furrowed. "Okay, arguing with your boss sounds kind of... Dumb."

"Indeed." He chuckled, his voice a deep timbre that you swear sent shivers right through your very bones.

"And as for why you are currently my own employee? Well. I do like my privacy." He tells you.

God, the smell of your perfume and the way your lips sparkled from that lip gloss...

"Ahem. Technically, the only other person you'll be seeing is Lyla."

"Lyla?" You echoed.

"Yes. She's my... assistant. Artificial intelligence. Don't let her snark fool you, she's not so bad once you get to know her." He smirked.

He could hear your pulse quicken whenever he smiled.

"Oh! An AI? I've... I've never actually met one. Like a literal one, not the ones they program into taxis..."

"No, she's far more sophisticated than that. Expertly programmed by me, smart... And of course there's the sense of humor, I don't know where she got that... But she won't bother you often." He assured you.

"Oh! Of course..."

"Now, here's your room." He gave you a grin over his shoulder as he reached for the control panel of the double doors. He could hear your heart pitter patter already.

The doors opened with a dramatic whoosh, and Miguel stepped aside for you to walk in.

He felt a smug sense of pride at your shock of the huge room he'd given you for your own personal space, and how you'd murmured that it was larger than your whole apartment.

Luxuriously furnished, it looked more like some kind of... Of ten-star hotel room or something!

The way your eyes sparkled and your mouth parted in a soft, excited smile. Everything about you had his heightened senses on alert, but not in a bad way.

You looked so soft. So delicious. Something about you made him want to devour you, bit by tiny bit.

"Mr. O'Hara, I... Oh I can't thank you enough! This is..."

"I'll leave you to it." He chuckled, giving a wave as he walked past you back out into the hall.

Pausing in the doorway, he gave you one last look.

"And you can call me Miguel... Pequeña ave."

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He simply couldn't wait and had to violently suppress the urge to drop to all fours and leap like an animal to his office and check the well-hidden, practically invisible cameras he had planted in your room and bathroom.

The moment he entered his office, he locked the door and turned Lyla's access to the room off to leave him to his privacy in case she called him.

Miguel felt a buzzing beneath his skin at the thought of what you could possibly do once you've fallen into a sense of safety and privacy, especially since he'd given you permission to have a few days to become acclimated to your new environment before you had to start work.

He sat on his chair and immediately opened up the files on his monitor, selecting the camera feeds until holograms of you at various angles were projected for him to see.

He watched intently as you unpacked your clothes, placing them in the large ornate dresser.

He already made a mental note to hire movers to bring the rest of your meager belongings to his house.

Yes. Yes.

You would stay.

For as long as he wanted you. And right now he could see himself wanting you for a very, very long time.

The moment you flopped on the bed, your breasts jiggling so beautifully to him, the cute look of surprise as you sunk so deep into the downy mattress before settling in with a relaxed groan that sounded so pornographic to his ears it sent blood rushing straight to his dick.

He leaned back, running his tongue over his fangs as he continued to watch you unwind and unpack, careful not to prick the sensitive muscle on the sharp bone.

He watched you pull a small black box out of one of your suitcases and hastily move to hide it beneath your clothes in your dresser.

Bottom row, far left side, all the way to the back. He made a mental note to inspect that drawer later.

Miguel leaned in towards the projections and tapped the one of you nearest to your new closet as you slipped your blouse off and down your shoulders, revealing your back and the straps of your bra.

The leather creaked under his weight as he shifted, switching the angle to the one directly above the closet, facing down, getting a full downward view of your breasts.

He groaned and reached down to palm at his cock that throbbed in his trousers, stroking the clothed flesh in languid motions, vein beating relentlessly along the length.

He let out a guttural groan when you bent over, slipping your shoes off and placing them on the rack within the closet.

He switched angles as you bent over again and pulled your pants off, revealing your cute ass peeking out from the cotton, cherry-print panties you wore.

He ripped his trousers down to his thighs and fisted his cock in his large hand. He was disappointed you didn't notice he went without boxers today, or maybe you had but were too shy to look.

You were putting on quite the show.

Surely, you couldn't be this naive, right? So innocent? You couldn't just believe some rich man would let you, a cute, sexy little thing live in his house without planting cameras in your room and bathroom?

You must know. You must simply know, and that is why you are sashaying your hips this way and that as you dump your clothes into the laundry bin and grab the vinyl bag containing your hygiene products.

He used his thumb to smear the stream of precum leaking viscously from the head of his cock, groaning as he switched the feed to your bathroom cameras.

He watched you place your pads and tampons in one of the drawers of the vanity, organize your oral hygiene products next to the sink. He studied each bottle of vitamins you placed, his eyes picking up the words "prenatal" on one.

He dropped his head back with a groan and rolled his hips, languidly stroking his dick as his eyes rolled back.

Prenatals. You weren't pregnant, he'd be able to smell it if you were. But already the thought of fucking you full of his cum played in his mind.

His head snapped up when he heard the shower turn on and he frantically switched the feed to the shower cam.

He watched and listened as you hummed a little song to yourself, giggling at the rainfall-like streams that filled the stall.

The way your lips parted and you made that little "oooh" sound had him wondering how you'd sound when he fucked you so hard your eyes crossed.

He began to pump his fist harder, the rivulets of precum giving him ample lubrication to stroke himself.

He ran a hand through his hair as he panted, watching you as you slowly slip your bra off and toss it to the floor, along with your panties.

His hand smashed the control after to change the camera to one that had a better angle of you.

He made a sound that was almost a whimper as you closed the stall door, stepping under the steamy water with a happy and content sigh.

Miguel bit at his bottom lip, fangs threatening to prick the plush skin.

Everything about you was cute and sexy, even that cute little patch of hair between your legs, cut into the shape of a heart.

The thought of lasering that hair off and replacing it with a permanent tattoo of his spider symbol... His own little brand...

He moaned loudly into the dark of his office, feeling his balls draw taut as his orgasm got closer.

Your hands lathered in shampoo, you started scrubbing your hair, your flesh jiggling deliciously as you rinse it out, nails scratching at your scalp.

He wondered what you'd do if he pulled your hair, what sounds you'd make.

He wondered how you'd do if he pulled your hair and made you choke on his cock.

"Mierda!" He hissed, pinching the base of his cock in an effort to stave off his orgasm.

Miguel continued to watch, giving himself teasing strokes as you conditioned your hair right after.

His fist pumped harder and faster when you began soaping up your hands to scrub your skin, cupping your breasts and brushing over your hard nipples.

His breathing was so fast he was practically hyperventilating, the tip of his cock leaking more and more, the length of it throbbing and twitching as you washed the soap off.

When you slipped your hands between your legs to clean yourself there, all Miguel could do was moan pornographically, grabbing at his balls and stroking his cock as he arched his hips off his chair, his thick ropes of cum painting his fingers and dripping down to his palm, splattering a part of his leg and the underside of his desk.

He dropped down, sighing as the buzz of his orgasm slowly faded.

He cut the feed to your room.

And in the dark, bright, ruby-red eyes opened and a fanged smile bloomed.

He was going to enjoy making you his.

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Pt. 2: Link

[scream4ash]

lover.

amber freeman x gp! reader

warnings: smut 18+; top! amber; r has a dick (a big one 😱); praise kink; tiny bit of slapping; amber’s kinda mean (she’s a cutie tho.); r’s a nerd.

summary: fwb, but u get together. (yay for a happy ending!!)

a/n: this is ass, i’m sorry. work n studying has been killing me. (hooray for dropping out.)

explicit sexual content below. mdni.

no strings attached.

that was the one thing u had hated about this little ‘arrangement.’

it was so hard to push ur feelings for amber down. especially when she straddled ur lap, grinding against ur bulge, making the prettiest noises.

u keep telling urself that you’d tell her how u felt, yet u never got the chance. not until now. it was now or never.

“amber, amb. just..” u paused for a moment, the nickname rolling off of ur tongue so easily. “hold on for a second, please?” u sounded so shy, small even. ur eyes refused to meet hers, settling to dart around nervously instead.

“what’s so important that we had to stop.. this?” she muttered against ur lips, a teasing smirk on her lips. her eyes were darkened with lust, pupils blown in desperation.

“u know our uh.. agreement?” ur voice was shaky almost, so different from the usual, firm, strong tone u maintained.

“what?”

“i think i’m in love with you, amber.” you spoke fast, nervous. your voice was shaky, hands falling from your grip on her waist.

“oh.” her voice was calm, too calm. “well.”

“i- i know we said no strings attached, and i’m sorry i didn-“

you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours, her hands tangling into your hair. “what made u think i wasn’t into u?” her eyebrows are furrowed, hands moving to cup your face. “why else would i stick around after we fuck? you really think i’d let you hold me if i didn’t like you?” a small chuckle escapes her lips, and she presses a small kiss against your cheek.

your gaze moves to meet hers again, a small smile on your face. “really?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion, hands moving to grab her waist. “you’re not fucking with me?”

“of course not. you’re cute. and you’re actually not that bad. you’re a fucking nerd, but it’s cute. i like it.” her thumb caressed your cheek softly, lovingly.

“oh, well.. i-..” a soft blush painted your cheeks, trying your best to stutter out a response.

“don’t get all shy on me. c’mon, y/n.”

you press your lips against hers, kissing her softly. you feel her hands lace into your hair, deepening the kiss. she tugs your hair, making you whimper. you feel her smile against your lips, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

she grinds against the forming bulge in your lap, pulling away for a moment. “someone’s excited.” she says against your lips with a teasing giggle.

a small whine escapes your lips, your forehead pressed against hers. she continues to grind against your hardening cock, taking off her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. she guides you to her nipple by the back of your head, her grip on your hair tighter.

“suck,” she demands.

you wrap your lips around her nipple, bringing your hand to give some attention to her neglected nipple. you suck gently, rolling your tongue around the bud. her breath came out in short pants, whispered praises slipping from her pretty lips.

“you’re doing so good for me. suck harder, don’t be shy, baby.” she tugged on your hair again, holding your head in place. you do as your told, moaning around her nipple.

she pulls you into a heated kiss, continuing to grind against you. she trails soft kisses along your jawline, making sure to leave a mark or two. she takes your sweater off, fumbling with your belt.

“my pretty girl.. so hard for me, hm?” she takes off your pants, dragging your boxers down with her teeth. she wraps her hand around your cock, pumping it slowly.

“fu-“ your words are cut off by a moan as you feel her lips wrap around the head of your cock. she sucks the head of your cock, her head bobbing up and down. she looks up at you with teary eyes, pulling away with a gasp. she strokes your cock faster now, coating it with saliva.

“amber, stop teasing me.. don’t be an ass..”

your immediately cut off by a sharp slap on your inner thigh, her eyebrows knitted together.

“don’t get bossy,” she says, hand tightening around your cock. “watch your fucking tone, hm?”

you nod, moaning at her touch. she lets go of your cock, straddling you. she takes off her loose sweats, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

your hand moves to touch her pretty cunt, your thumb gently rubbing at her clit. you push two fingers into her, almost moaning at the feeling of her around you. “you’re soaking, amb. i do this to you?”

she moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“don’t be shy, baby. i’m yours, yeah? treat me like it,” she gasped out, her hips moving to ride your fingers. “feel that? feel how tight i am? how wet you make me?” her words are teasing, a wide smile of her face.

she pulls your hand away in an instant, guiding your cock to her waiting hole.

“amber, please,” you pleaded with her, begging. your eyes wide with lust, locked onto her cunt hovering about your cock.

she uses her free hand to smack your thigh again, trailing her hand up your body. “i need those pretty eyes on mine, you hear me?,” she said with a newfound dominance in her tone. how could she be so sweet but so mean at the same time. her fingers loosely wrap around your throat, urging your eyes to snap up to hers.

“amber please. i wanna feel you,” you pleaded for any kind of attention, your cock leaking precum. she sinks down on your cock, her cunt clenching tightly around you. her lips break into a wide smile, her forehead resting against yours.

“you’re so big, baby. filling me up s’ good. such a good girl for me.,” she stutters through moans, starting to ride you. she bounces up and down on your cock, occasionally rolling her hips. “oh, you like that? you like being my good girl, yeah?,” she smiles again seeing how you moan at the praise. she tugs your hair, making your eyes snap open to meet hers. “keep your eyes on me, y/n. you can do it. such a good girl for me.”

“amber.. fuckfuckfuck. you’re so-“ she cuts you off by locking her lips with yours, bringing you into a passionate kiss. she pulls away, moaning loudly. you feel her cunt tighten around you, your thighs trembling slightly.

you grab her hips, fucking up into her. your cock twitches, letting her know that your close. “amber, amb. ‘m gonna cum.. wanna fill you up.. please,” you begged, your voice sounded of a high pitched whine.

“oh? you’re just sooo needy, hm?” she teased. “gonna cum with me? i want you to come with me. fill me up, baby.” her cunt tightened around your cock, her eyes closing in pleasure. her orgasm washed over her, her movements slowing down just a bit.

you came soon after her, holding her hips with a vice-like grip. you whined, hips bucking, thighs shaking uncontrollably. thick, white ropes of cum shot into her pussy, filling her up, just as she’d told you to do.

“did so good for me, baby..” she praises quietly, helping you ride out your orgasm. “such a good, good girl. made me feel so good.” her hands stroke your cheeks lovingly as she dismounts your softening cock, admiring the white ring of her cum at the base.

she presses soft kisses to your cheeks, her hands tracing small patterns against your ribcage.

“i love you, amber.”

“i love you, y/n,” she whispered back, tucking her face into the crook of her neck. her fingers scratched your scalp lightly in attempt to soothe you to sleep, basking in the afterglow of her newfound lover.

a/n: i didn’t know how to end it. i hate it.

[gretavanmoon]

A Perfect Ten - Part 2

Josh x Female Reader FWB

10.9k words

+ After befriending your coworker Josh at your new workplace, the both of you realize you need each other in more ways than one. Things might get a little cloudy as an ongoing judge of actions takes place, leaving the both of you wrapped up in a back and forth neither of you saw coming.

Warnings: Drinking, Cursing, Mention of Breakups and Heartbreak, Allusion to Homophobia (dude being an a**hole), Sadness. Smut: Kissing, Touching, Dirty Talk, Praise, Heavy Flirting, Oral F!receiving, Fingering

Read Part 1 here

“...Sure, why not? If you want to, of course. Might be fun to have a little situation we’re both comfortable with… no strings attached type thing…”

It’d been a week since your heated hookup with Josh on your couch, and though initially you thought things were going to be awkward back at work once the two of you were on the same shift again, surprisingly they were the opposite. Day to day activities had gone back to normal, the both of you working your tails off slinging pizzas and beers at Angelo’s.

Since that night, though, you’d found yourself in a constant state of unsettle, your mind and body going through the waves of being attracted to him while also wanting to slap him on the back of the head like a real friend would. His boyish charm continued to shine through his albeit tough-guy exterior, and the smiles he normally would fight to stave off began to show themselves a little more often in your presence. 

The more you worked with Josh, and the more that you began to feel completely comfortable in your work position, the more you began to notice the subtle feeling of his hand on your lower back as he’d reach above you to grab the pizza box on the top shelf, or how he’d tell the line guys to fuck off when they’d take back of house banter too far. You’d also noticed how he would hold your gaze as you finished up a story to your coworkers, his perfect white teeth nearly glittering in the low light reflections of the restaurant. It wasn’t hard to miss how his chest would visibly rise and fall with bated breaths until he broke eye contact, shaking his head as though he was physically clearing away his intrusive thoughts. 

You know you’d agreed upon this… arrangement with Josh, and though you hadn’t outwardly discussed the details since that night at your house, you knew that the time was drawing near as your pull to him began to come back full force. That same exact notion of wanting to be the holder of all his attention, to be the one that took up space in his mind whether he wanted it to or not, began to consume you once again. You didn’t know where it had come from, and you didn’t know how to make it go away. You were almost embarrassed of yourself to even think it, as strangely possessive as it was to want to be someone’s muse this wholeheartedly. 

You caught yourself staring at the way his arm muscles stretched under the tight black fabric of his t-shirt, his hands quickly and expertly spinning roll upon roll of silverware. 

“Ya know if you’re going to stare like that, you could at least make it a little less obvious, sweetheart,” he said under his breath as he smirked at you from across the bar.

You blinked away your dry eyes, focusing again on your own pile of flattened napkins in front of you as you cleared your throat. “I wasn’t staring,” you choked out.

“Oh really?” he perked up, sliding his eyes to your fellow coworkers at the other end of the bar finishing up their own side-work for the night. “Then what would you call someone else’s eyes taking in your every movement while you do nothing but mind your own business?” he stuck his tongue against his cheek as he slammed a roll into the basket.

“Shut up, Josh. I was just watching your um. Your technique…” you lied, taking note of your messy and loose rolls of forks and knives haphazardly piling up in your own basket. 

“God, you do suck at rolling, don’t you? I never noticed,” he bites back a laugh as he shakes his head, and you suddenly feel extra embarrassed at your lack of one of the most basic skills of serving. “Here, let me show you how I do it.”

“No, I’m fine, I’ve got it. I just– they’re just ugly. But they’ll do the job,” you argue as he comes around to your side of the bar, wiping his hands off on the white towel hanging off the back of his belt. 

“No no no, if bosslady sees this shit job, she might actually fire you on the spot. Actually surprised she hasn’t seen this, yet,” he says as he brings himself to stand behind your bar stool, his arms encasing your shoulders as he grabs your wrists, positioning your hands on either corner of the napkins. 

“Josh, I swear to god, you’re making me feel like an idiot.” And he was, no doubt. Thinking he can come over here and school you in front of everyone, making you out to look like a fool at your own profession. But you had to admit, you needed a lesson. And you couldn’t ignore the feeling of the warmth of his body pressed against your back, his hands subtly running against the backs of your fingertips as he took them in his own, leaning down to show you how to tuck the utensils down into a pocket before forcing the sides in. 

“See? Like this…” his breath was on the shell of your ear, warm and familiar as scenes from a week ago on your couch began to make their uprising again, your body stiffening at his simple touch. “Gotta use some force, little elbow grease to get them where you want. Then… tuck the edges, and roll…”

You huffed an aggravated breath as you accepted the fact that his hands had just helped you to roll the tightest, most perfect roll of silverware. “Show off,” you murmured.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help,” he laughed as he pulled away, his hands squeezing at your arms as he detached himself and stepped away. The loss of the feeling of him was more disorienting than you’d thought it would be; feeling him so close again had taken all the breath from your lungs, and you hadn’t even noticed that you didn’t even take a breath the entire time he was behind you. 

“Will you two just get a room already?!” one of your coworkers, Jackson, suddenly yelped from the end of the bar, sending the rest of the group around him into a fit of point-and-laughs. “God, just do us all a favor and break the tension and get it over with, why don’t you?” You could feel your face turning a bright shade of red as you shied away, listening to the laughs and howls of your coworkers who had now become your friends. You had riled up enough gumption to retaliate with something, right before you realized Josh would undoubtedly be the one to take up for you, anyway. 

“What makes you think we haven’t, Jack?” Josh asked as he rounded the bar back to his own station across from you. “Think you fuckin’ know it all?”

Jackson was walking toward you, laughing as he placed a heavy arm across the back of your shoulders. “Nah, I don’t know shit. Just thought I’d be the one to break the ice if the two of you haven’t yet, huh?” he bellowed as he forcefully shook your shoulders side to side. You knew he was joking and speaking all in good fun, but it still didn’t stop you from thinking about decking him in the face if he said another word. “Might be a nice little thing for you to try out, huh Josh? Little bit out of your normal practice…”

“That’s not any of your business, Jackson,” you said as you tried to shove his arm off our shoulders.

Your eyes glanced up to Josh from under your awkward stance, finding him clenching his jaw closed as he rolled his eyes. “Leave the girl alone, Jackson,” he warned.

“Or what? You gonna call your boyfriend to come and kick my ass?” Jackson spouted to Josh, making the group beside you cease all their laughter, while sending a shot of rage straight through your stomach. “I don’t think so, pretty boy.” The room fell silent as everyone gawked at Jackson in disbelief of his words. His arm suddenly felt ten pounds heavier on your shoulders, and you felt a burning fury rising up in your throat at his completely rude and unwarranted display.

Josh, though, kept his cool, returning all his attention to the task in his hands. 

“No, but I will tell everyone at the end of that bar that you’ve been pocketing tips as you bus their tables,” he said under his breath, leaving Jackson unable to speak. 

“The fuck are you talking about?” Jackson refuted, his arm still heavy across your shoulders, making you more and more uncomfortable by the second. 

Josh’s eyes confidently skidded across the bar to everyone else before landing back on Jackson, his hands never ceasing rolling his silverware. “You heard me. I’m not stupid, Jack. Matter of fact, why don’t you tell them right now, all by yourself? Go ahead…” Josh raised his voice a little at the end of his sentence, pointing his chin to the group. 

“Tell us what, what are you saying down there?” one of them asked, all of their interest suddenly piqued. 

Jackson’s head snapped back to look Josh in the eyes, which he returned with an overly-confident expression that said try me. Jackson’s arm slowly slid off the back of your shoulders as he sulked away, mumbling some really nasty words under his breath that you chose to keep to yourself. 

Maybe it wasn’t all in good fun.

A full-body chill ran through you as you finally felt his touch leave your body, an overwhelming feeling of disgust overtaking you as you finally made eyes with Josh again once Jackson was far away. “What in the fuck was that?! Is he fucking crazy?” you asked, the rage still heavily present. 

Josh shook his head as he rolled his last utensils, sliding his basket to the side as he pulled your pile of napkins to sit in front of him. “Yeah, no, he’s a fucking asshole. He puts on this funny-guy persona, but underneath it, he’s fucking piece of work,” Josh explained. He was keeping his cool, but you could tell that his words hurt him a little. 

“Josh, that is not okay, it’s not alright for him to speak to you like that, especially in the workpl–”

“Just drop it, Y/N, okay? I appreciate your concern, but I’m used to it. From all angles. It just rolls off, now,” Josh said with the smallest hint of sorrow in his voice. “He tries to show off what he thinks is male dominance but all he does is make himself look like a fool. Plus he forgets that I have wayyy more seniority than him.”

“Yeah well, that’s all true but you don’t deserve to be spoken to that way. I’m going to say something to him,” you began to stand up, feeling the sudden overwhelming need to stand up for Josh.

“Stop, Y/N, stop…” Josh grabbed your arm, pulling you back down to the stool. “I’ve already taken care of it.” His eyes were telling you to calm down, but his hand on your arm said things were everything but calm. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, fighting him off while also trying to flip through your categories of comebacks you could throw down Jackson’s throat.

Josh gripped your arm even tighter as he forced you back down into your seat, leaning over the bar as he brought his face close to yours. His face was hot as it came into your proximity, his hand still gripping hard on the muscle of your arm. “I slipped an anonymous note onto bosslady’s desk telling her I saw him sliding cash tips. She’s probably back there watching the security footage as we speak…” he whispered lowly, his eyes bouncing from your lips and back.

You plopped back down into your seat as he released your arm, sending a quick look back down to the group as they now looked just as uncomfortable as you. Josh resumed his work, acting as though nothing had happened as the redness left his cheeks. “Did he take any of mine?” you asked, suddenly curious.

Josh nodded. “I’ve been suspecting him for weeks, but I just tonight watched him do it. Now you know why I don’t let anybody else bus my tables…” he whispered, shooting his eyebrows up. 

“Wasn’t he up for the assistant manager position?” you asked.

“Yeah, he was. He’s been here for a long time. But hopefully she is back there taking this seriously, who knows how much money he’s actually stolen,” Josh went on, running his tongue over his lips. You crossed your arms across your chest, feeling exhausted from the adrenaline rush of wanting to slam that guy’s head against the bar for calling Josh such horrid names and making fun of him like that. You could tell you were still seething. 

“Let his karma take it’s course, Y/N. Don’t get yourself too worked up over it, or I’ll be forced to help you relax,” he said with a buttery-soft grit to his voice, almost as if Jackson’s actions hadn’t bothered him in the least bit. You admired his way of staying calm in situations where the normal person would panic and act out… it undoubtedly was the reason he has been at Angelo’s the longest, and why he always has the largest section in the restaurant. He’s level-headed, and probably always has been. 

But the insinuation in his words didn’t go unnoticed. Suddenly your adrenaline rush to protect was overtaken by another kind of rush, one that Josh had brought on to you more and more over the past few weeks. “And how would you do that?” you asked, purposefully lacing your voice with the same sweet venom he had just used. The unabashed flirting had finally come to a head, where neither of you could hold it back any longer.

He shrugged one shoulder up. “I dunno, I’d figure something out,” he said with a wink that you almost missed. “Maybe I could let you be the judge this time, hm?” he suggested, circling back to the nearly perfect ten he gave you on your performance just a short week ago. Your chest surged with nerves at his insinuation, the blush rushing to your cheeks as he confidently slid the now full basket of perfectly rolled silverware right in between you. You sat back in your seat as you tried to push down the swirling in your stomach. 

“Maybe so. We going to the bar tonight?” you asked with more boldness in your voice than your actual body was feeling. Your entire body was actually already buzzing with anticipation to feel him near you again, and you were eager to get a move on with the night ahead.

Josh shook his wrist as he glanced down at his watch. He rolled his lips into his mouth as his deep brown eyes shot back to yours. “You off tomorrow?”

“I am,” you responded.

He licked his teeth, taking in a sharp breath. “Me too.”

Just then the swinging double doors to the kitchen swung open with force, and your manager, Heather, burst through them with madness dripping from her aura. “Jackson, can I see you in my office, please? Now.”

Oh fuck.

Jackson shoved the broom that was in his hands into the corner, shooting daggers at  Josh as he made his way toward her, the group again falling silent as they disappeared into the back. 

“Shit, karma hitting a little sooner than we thought, huh?” you said, holding back a vengeful laugh.

Josh chuckled as he untied the ties of his waist apron, pulling the straps from around him as he huffed a breath. “Guess so. Let’s get the fuck out of here?”

—----

You followed closely behind him and the rest of the group as everyone made their way down the street to the bar, watching as he lightly conversed with a few of your coworkers as they questioned him about what the hell just happened back there, and what Jackson could have been talking about. You couldn't really hear the conversation, but you knew that he was likely handling it with ease, just as he handles every other situation he’s faced with with ease and grace. 

You’d watched him talk to many-an unsatisfied customer as they yelled in his face about an incorrect order or a mishap, diffusing situations with the charm he had naturally built into him. You knew he probably kicked the most tips out of anyone that worked at Angelo’s, and for good reason. He was a pro.

You watched as Josh’s left hand slipped behind his back as he spoke to them, wiggling his fingers as he searched for your hand to hold his. You followed through, gripping the ends of his fingertips with your own, just to let him know you were there. He squeezed them tightly as he continued to talk, and the sweet gesture let you know that you were on his mind even though he hadn’t been able to speak a word to you since you clocked out.

You and Josh took your normal seats at the bar while everyone else retreated back to their designated booth, the night settling in even though it had only just begun. That inherent craving you had for Josh was always amplified with alcohol, and you knew that it would only be a few strong drinks before you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from letting your mind wander with the same thoughts that were probably already surging through his. 

Roy approached you at the bar, laying out two white bar napkins in front of you. “Evenin’ guys. It’s been a while, where ya been?” You and Josh both exchanged a confused glance, realizing that it had indeed been a while since you’d been here. 

“Uhh, just been a few long nights at Angelo’s, most of the time we’re all too tired to function after we leave, you know how it can be,” Josh said as he removed his old flannel and draped it across the back of his bar stool.

“Understandable,” Roy nodded. “Ok so, Josh, last time you were drinking the hard stuff. Want a beer tonight?”

Josh snickered. “Yeah, please. Whatever lager you have on draft is fine.”

“Be right up,” Roy offered as he knocked his knuckles on the bar. 

You leaned in to Josh, catching a whiff of the cologne he must have thrown on as you both stuffed your aprons in your lockers. “Has it really been a whole week since we were here?”

He nodded slowly as he knitted his fingers together and leaned on the bar. “Yeah, I guess so… since the night I uh, stayed over.”

“Huh,” you mumbled as Roy set your drinks in front of you. “Why did we go so long without coming back?” A week was actually a good chunk of time to be gone from this place. 

Josh hissed through his teeth as he plucked a toothpick from the tiny blue glass container on the bar, sticking it between his lips as he gazed at the TV above you. “Guess we just um… knew where the night might go if we did this again so soon. Wanted to wait it out, give it a few days.”

His admission made you feel all kinds of emotions at once– excitement, confusion, regret… Give it a few days? What does that even mean? The both of you downed your first round as if your lives depended on the alcohol within the glasses, both of you sure of the fact that you will need liquid courage for whatever escapades the rest of the night will hold. Or won’t hold…

You signaled to Roy for another round as Josh avoided your gaze, and you suddenly felt a little uneasy at what he’d said.

You slipped your hair behind your ear, feeling conflicted. “You don’t… You know we don’t have to do that again, Josh, I know we agreed to it, but–”

“No, Y/N, I want to,” he stopped you mid-sentence, bolting his head to the side to look into your eyes. “Believe me, I want to keep to that agreement.”

You sat back a little. “Okay, then… why did you want to wait it out? Are you sure you want the arrangement to be with me?”

His eyes ripped across you again before looking back at the TV, the toothpick still rolling between his thumb and fingers as he gnawed on the end of it. “Of course I want it to be with you… didn’t you want to drag it out a little? More fun when you can make it last, right?”

Again, his words stole all the breath from your lungs, almost making you choke on your refilled fizzy drink. “Um, yeah… I guess, I guess you’re right…” you choke out, unable to hide the fluster that had already overtaken you simply from him saying the words ‘make it last’.

Suddenly he’s laughing at you, gripping your opposite leg in his hand as he turns your body in the stool to face him. Your knees land between his legs as he holds you there, setting his toothpick down on his napkin as he takes a long drink of his new beer. He sets it back down as his eyes land on yours, his hand still gripping the thickness of your thigh. 

“What’s with you, baby?” he asks quietly, leaning in as he cocks his head sideways. “Last time we were here you were knocking me over with your wit and confidence. Now it’s like you’re a baby bird who hasn’t found its wings yet… what’s got you all wound up?”

You, Josh. You’ve got me wound up tighter than a banjo string.

Your knees are jutted up into his groin and his face is only inches from yours, the smell of the hoppy beer on his breath mixing with the cigarette smoke from your coworkers on the walk over. He’s right… he’s managed to reduce you into a shell of a woman in the matter of a week, and you have to remember that you are only just friends.

You clear your throat as he forces you to find your true self again. “I dunno, I wouldn’t account it to you teasing me all fucking week, though.”

“Teasing you?!” he all but shouts, causing you to slap a hand across his mouth to silence him. He playfully bites at your hand to make you pull it away. “Is that what you think I was doing?”

“I’m no stranger to passing glances and subtle touches, Joshua. You may not have been teasing me, but you sure as hell acted like you missed the feeling of your hands on me,” you said with a little bit of sass in your tone. “Brushing your hand against me every chance you got, lingering stares… you aren’t slick.” 

Josh could hardly help the grin that was growing on his face, his expression now plastered with a look so playfully sinister that you wondered how it was only a week ago that you were tempting him to come over to your house simply by offering to share a blunt. 

He pushed his tongue up into the corner of his mouth, amused at your boldness. “There you are. And the funny thing is, I wasn’t trying to be slick, Y/N. I was doing that with all intents and purposes of flirting with you. Outright.”

You lean your body in closer to his, challenging him as you sipped from your skinny straw. “And friends can do that? They can flirt with each other openly?”

“You had your mouth on my cock seven days ago, sugar. I think that constitutes my right to flirt with you,” he replies with an emblazoned growl in his voice, making you feel like you’re melting into putty. 

“Did you think it would make me want to invite you over again?”

“I fucking hoped it would, just wanted to put a little time between visits, ya know. Make you miss me,” he says, gripping his hand onto your thigh a little harder now.

“Make me miss you?! Don’t flatter yourself, Josh. I see enough of you at work,” you say with a wave of your hand. His hand sneaks higher on your thigh, and you find yourself thanking yourself for choosing to wear your slitted slinky black skirt to work today. The slit is exposing most of your thigh, of which Josh has wasted no time in reveling in. His hand is warm on your skin as the alcohol suddenly hits your system, immediately swirling your brainwaves with nothing more than thoughts of his hands traveling all over you, gripping at wherever he could get. All his attention locked in on you. The memories of your face between his legs again.

You smile at him as he leans in, shaking his head at you once again. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about last weekend every single waking moment since it happened, Y/N…” he growled into your ear. Your entire body shuddered at the feeling of his breath traveling over one of your most sensitive spots, making a slew of chill bumps arise on your skin against your own will. 

The music in the joint suddenly got ten times louder as he pulled away, that damned sly smile still plastered across his face. You took a second to really look at him, the way his lips curved, the curls that balanced and framed his face, the way his eyes twinkled no matter how much darkness filled the room. He’d become a man you respected. Not only personally, but professionally, as well, and the respect was slowly but surely morphing into an emotion with a lot more weight to it. You were beginning to truly admire him. 

“I have,” you whispered, covering his hand on your thigh with your own, forcing him to squeeze you even harder. Your heart rate had picked up so much speed, you were sure that he could hear it pounding over the sound of the music, but you didn’t care. His fingertips were burning into your skin, surely leaving behind marks that would be singed into your skin for weeks from the mere heat of them. Your actions were becoming blurs, desire overtaking your entire being as you craved the man sitting in front of you. A craving that would indeed be your downfall if you didn’t keep your head on straight.

Suddenly, Josh’s phone was buzzing on the bartop, two or three text messages coming through at the same time and catching his attention. The both of you looked at the screen as he picked it up, announcing it was messages from Heather.

His eyes scanned across the messages as you waited for him to finish reading, his face falling into one of such disappointment that it shocked you. 

“What’s wrong, is she okay?”

He nodded as he locked his phone and put it face down back on the bar. “Yeah, she’s fine. She fired Jack.”

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “Seriously?! Good! That asshole got what was coming for him! What else did she say?”

Josh shook his head as he sipped his beer again, “Ah, nothing.”

“Not nothing,” you said, lifting his phone from the bar to unlock it and read for yourself. “I know that look you just had.”

“Stop, Y/N, I swear,” Josh said as he tried to wrestle the phone from you. “Don’t–”

“How bad can it be?” you pressed, managing to pull the phone from his grasp and unlock the screen as you began to read aloud. 

“Hey Josh, sorry to bother you this late. I’m sure you noticed when I pulled Jackson from sidework tonight that I wasn’t in the best mood,” you read. “It came to my attention that he had been sneaking cash tips for some time now, and I was able to catch him on video this evening doing just that. I’m sending this message to all of you to apologize on Angelo’s behalf and to let you all know that Jackson and I had a conversation about it and he will no longer be working with us. I apologize for not learning of this sooner, and for the fact that I cannot repay or reimburse any of the money that was taken from you or any of the other employees. I told Jackson that if he had any heart that he should find a way to make this right with each and every one of you, so I am in hopes that he does,” you went on reading quickly, taking a breath before continuing.

“On that note, I’m sure you know that Jackson was next in line to be promoted to assistant manager. Since that is no longer the case, I want to offer the position to you, seeing as how you have been here the longest and always show nothing but the best work you can. You’re my most trusted employee, and know this business inside and out. I know this has been offered to you many times in the past, but I thought I would extend it again. Think about it, and let me know your decision at your Sunday shift. Thanks again, Heather.” Your eyes nearly burst from your head as you realize that Josh was just offered the job that Jackson would no longer be taking.

“Josh! Babe! Why do you look so sad?! You just got offered a promotion!” you wailed, waving his phone around in the air. 

He stretched his jaw as he ripped the phone from your hand and shoved it in his pocket. “Because, Y/N, I don’t want to be a manager. I want to serve my own tables, make my money, and go home.”

“But Josh, you’re so incredibly good at your job! Heather is right, you always give 100%, I swear sometimes I think that you could run that place better than our management could…” you relayed honestly. 

He shook his head. “Nah, they’ve offered it to me time and time again, and I always give them the same response. I’m happy where I am, Y/N. I swear.”

“But I bet you you’d make more money, and you wouldn’t have to work as many shifts, and you wouldn’t have to be on your feet as much and you’d have the opportunity to engage more with customers and actually have time to talk with the regulars–”

“I told you, I don’t want that. I’m content,” he argued, seemingly wanting to end the conversation. “Can we just drop it?”

The disappointment you felt put a hole through your chest. If anyone deserved this promotion, it’s him. And he knows it. “Will you just think about it?” you asked, placing both hands on his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes and pouted out your lower lip. “For me?”

You felt his entire body relax, his shoulders slump and the corner of his mouth tilt into a tiny smile. His eyes locked in on yours once more, making your stomach begin to turn over on itself again. “For you?”

“Yeah, for me,” you nodded. “You deserve to give something like this some thought, Josh.”

He laughed through his nose. “Fuck, alright, alright. I guess. I don’t like how you just did that, though…”

“What?” you played innocent. “Are you mad that I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger?” You hold your pinky up in his face as you sip down the rest of your drink, really feeling its effects, now. He pulled your hand into his, forcing your whole body into his chest. 

“No, that I’m beginning to have a harder and harder time telling you no,” he said. 

You laughed as he poked a finger into your side. You were absolutely reeling at the fact that all of his attention was yours again, finally. It gave you a high you could hardly contain. You set your drink down and leaned into him, both of your hands rested high on his thighs as your knees still dug into his groin. “Oh, is that right? Then how about we have one more drink. Then we go back to your house… so you can let me be the judge of–”

Josh cut you off with his lips crashing into yours, hot and heavy enough to stop your breathing altogether again. After a second, you inhaled him, the feeling of his tongue running along your bottom lip sending a surge of excitement straight to your core. You kissed him back, but only for a short-lived second as the fuzziness in your brain reminded you that you’re in a very public place. You let your tongue brush against his quickly, tasting the sweetness of him for the shortest second before ripping yourself away. 

You’re both breathless as you catch each other’s eyes again, red-faced and tensioned as you fight to put your lips on him again. 

“One more drink?” he asked.

“One more drink.”

—--

Thankful that Josh’s house was only a few blocks down the road, you pulled into his driveway behind him, throwing your car in park as you yanked down your sunshield mirror and assessed the looks of yourself. “Not too shabby,” you whispered as you wiped the fallen mascara from under your eyes and ran some fresh chapstick across your lips. You flipped the visor closed just as Josh was opening your car door for you. 

“Welcome to my humble abode, my lady,” he announced with an accent, holding his hand out for you to grab to step out of the car. You pulled the keys from the ignition and grabbed your purse before taking his hand, strong and sturdy as it pulled you from your seat. As your eyes adjusted in the darkness, you saw that Josh’s house was small, but quaint, a tiny front porch lined with white Christmas lights and covered with hanging plants. He had neighbors, but they weren’t too close at all, and a rather high wooden fence line surrounded the whole property. 

You followed him up to the front where he pulled open the swinging screen door onto the porch, revealing a bunch of old mismatched furniture covered in colorful patio cushions that looked surprisingly comfortable. There was a small radio playing a staticy old country station, and an old blue cooler making a rusty buzzing noise. You watched as he sauntered over to it, lifting up the heavy silver lid. “Want a beer or a seltzer or something?”

“Um, sure. Seltzer, please,” you responded, still taking in the overly-adorable front porch and taking notes as to how you could make yours look the same. He tossed you the can and you cracked it open, watching as he kicked his shoes off onto a rug by the front door. You followed suit and removed your own, not wanting to be rude as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The air conditioning hit you in the face in the same way that hotel room A/C does when you’re on vacation, cold and bitter but welcoming all the same. It’s an older home, but you’d never be able to tell it with the way he had it decorated. Salt lamps and old art covered the white plaster walls, white tile underneath all his oriental rugs. A giant couch sat in the middle of the room that connects to the kitchen, filled with cookbooks and open shelves on the walls that were littered with colorful plates and cups.

“Do you have any roommates?” you asked, wanting to fill the awkward silence that had come out of nowhere.

“No,” he sang as he walked you into the living room. “My brother and I bought this place a few years ago, he lived with me for a year then he got a girlfriend and left me here all by myself, so.”

“Aw, Josh… I’m sorry,” you giggled.

He laughed too as he flipped on a lamp. “It’s okay. It was kinda the plan in the first place.”

You take note of the multitude of blankets strewn across the couch and the cabinet full of vinyl near the sliding glass door… the framed photographs of people and places alike that line the walls, and the lack of any television in his living room. 

“No TV?” you asked. 

“Nah, I’d never watch it anyway. Rather read or listen to music,” he said, his voice almost sounding a little nervous. “You wanna see the rest?”

You nod as you swallow a drink of your seltzer, following him down a short hallway. “Down there is the bathroom and spare bedroom… in here is just a room that catches all my junk… laundry room…” you smiled to yourself as you began to notice that he probably hasn’t had any visitors in a long while, and the last person that came was probably his now ex. 

“What’s upstairs?” you asked as you followed behind him, walking through a wooden bead curtain. 

“My room. The best room in the house,” he said.

“Oh? And what makes it that?”

He takes your hand in his, warm and soft as he pursed his lips together. “Come on, let’s get out of our work clothes.” It suddenly strikes you that you both still reek of pizza, are probably covered in sauce and spilled beer, sweaty and gross from your fairly busy Friday shift. 

“Shit, Josh, I didn’t bring anything to change in to, I didn’t know I’d be–”

“Shh, baby. Friends share clothes, right?” he asked as you both ascend the old squeaky stairs, turning the corner at the top to the A-frame finished attic section of the home. You followed him in the darkness through more hanging plants and across plush rugs before you smelled a sweet earthy smell overtake your senses. Your hand was still in his, leading the way as he opened his door to his bedroom. 

The walls were a deep plum color, lined with gold accents and more photographs and art, dim low-light lamps and a giant beanbag in the corner. It smelled heavily of incense, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on just what scent it was.

“Wow…” you whispered out, laughing a little as you did so. 

“What?” he asks. 

You walk further into the room, taking a seat on his full-sized mattress that’s covered in a plush olive velvet comforter and tons of giant pillows. 

“Nothing, I… this is just not what I thought your house would be like,” you say, still in wonder that you kept seeing new, precious things every single place you look.

Josh joined you on the bed, bouncing it a little as he sipped from his own can. “Yeah, I like to think my room is like my escape from the real world, ya know? Come here to unwind, mostly. Oh, I forgot…” he got up and began searching through the drawers of his armoire, pulling out an old t-shirt and pair of shorts for you. “I’ll turn around.”

You laughed as you set your can on his nightstand, quickly getting undressed and changing into the clothing he gave you, while he stripped and did the same. “No peeking,” you said as he pretended to turn around, both of you knowing that you most likely would be seeing more of each other as the night went on. You took a second to breathe in the scent of his laundry, clean and floral as you pulled the holey white t-shirt over your head.

After you’d both changed, Josh took the opportunity and closed in on you again, gently taking your waist in his hands. “Like seeing you in my clothes… you look good…” he mumbled as he let his nose drift down your jawline.

You felt that same familiar chill run down your spine, already imagining him taking off the shirt that you had just put on. His hands gripped into your love handles, pulling you closer as his mouth drifted from your jaw to your neck, lightly sucking on the soft skin and pulling it between his lips. 

“This okay?” he mumbled as your hands finally drifted up underneath his shirt, your nails lightly scratching at the skin. 

“Mmhmm… very much…” you breathed, rounding your hands behind him to scratch along his back.

He made his way to meet your lips again, catching you off guard in the kiss that got cut short at the bar. His hands were fierce and his lips were fiery, his fingertips pulling at your skin as you kissed him back, letting your tongue push through his lips to show him how much you want him, too. The both of you worked to keep things cautious, knowing that you were pushing the borders of becoming too intimate for an agreement that is based solely on friendship and pleasure. 

You broke away, mirroring his earlier actions as you tiptoed just a little to take his earlobe into your mouth, biting at the skin just below it as you blew whispers into his ear. Your hands were wrapped around his neck and you could feel his chest heaving, his hips pressing themselves into you as you finally felt his length pressing up against your core. 

You let out a tiny pitiful moan, one that probably wouldn’t have been heard if the room wasn’t so quiet. He took you up in a tight embrace and held you there, your face caught in the nape of his neck as you both took a second to calm down, and breathe each other in. 

“You feel really fucking good, Y/N…” he said with a vulnerable tone. 

“So do you, Josh,” you agreed, your voice muffled by his shoulder. 

“No, like, you just… I don’t know how to explain it. You just… fit right here,” he squeezed you harder in his arms, letting you know that this is exactly where he liked you most. You squeezed him back to let him know that you were in complete agreement, but also felt the need to separate again, not wanting to let things drift too far into waters that you hadn’t even talked about exploring. 

So you pulled away, leaving your hands balanced on his stomach as you gave him a genuine smile. 

“You wanna see the best part of the house?” he asked, smirking as he ran a recentering hand through his hair. 

“Are we not in it right now?” you motioned up to the vaulted ceilings and hanging lights above you, twinkling away and casting warm shadows all over the room. 

“Not really,” he said, turning and walking over to a set of tall doors, pulling on the gold handles to open them. You walked up behind him, seeing that the door led directly onto a flat, concave area on the roof. He flicked on a switch, letting another set of string lights illuminate the small space, showing a slew of more cushions and comfortable furniture  nearly filling the floor of the whole thing. A tall spider plant took up most of the corner while the floor was littered with plush outdoor rugs, much the same vibe as was throughout the rest of the house. 

“Holy shit, Josh… this is, this is gorgeous,” you said, walking outside and up to the edge of the roof, able to peek down into his fenced-in backyard. A giant Oak tree extended its branches all the way above the roof, providing the perfect makeshift covering for the outdoor spot. The crescent moon was hung low in the sky, providing just enough light to make the scene all the more romantic. 

“This is the best part of the house…” he said, boasting a little as he removed the glass topper of a citronella candle, pulling a lighter out of nowhere and lighting the wick before replacing the tall glass cover. 

“I think I might agree with that,” you say, taking a seat on one of the oversized cushions. “Come back over here,” you beckoned him, suddenly needing to feel his hands on you again. He did just that, placing himself next to you as he took you up in his arms again, peppering your face with pecks. You could tell something was just a little bit off, as it felt as though he was holding himself back. 

“You alright, baby?” you asked, hoping that you calling him the pet name wasn’t overstepping too much. 

He nodded into your neck. “I’m good. Just trying to find my mojo again,” he laughed.

“Believe me baby, you still have it,” you said with utmost certainty.

He pulled away a little, meeting your line of vision. “Really?”

You nodded, “Ohhh yeah. You do, no doubt about it.”

He laughed again as he trailed a finger along the inside of your thigh. “Well thank you. It’s just been, ya know.” He huffed a heavy breath. “It’s been kinda rough. And finding you, and befriending you, it was a really welcome treat,” he said, adding a few more fingers as he drifted them along your leg. You felt another set of chills overtake your body, wanting more from him. 

“I’ll happily be your distraction, Josh,” you said, hinting toward being the person he used to fully get over his ex. “That’s not something I’m above.” 

The thought of being that person to him was extremely intriguing, even though it sounded a bit different upon hearing yourself say it out loud. 

“No, no, you’re not a distraction. You’re far from it. You’re… really you’re more of…” he struggled to find the words as his fingers drifted higher and higher to where you really wanted them to be. “You’re like a beautiful addition that I didn’t expect. And that might sound stupid, but… I really do appreciate your friendship, Y/N,” he admitted, biting his lower lip in. 

It didn’t take much for your hand to find him again, tracing your finger along the column of his neck as you both reclined on the cushions. 

“Not stupid, Josh. You’re the same for me. Finding you has been… an adventure, to say the least,” you smiled as you felt his curls fall onto your face, his head lying on your shoulder. And you were absolutely not lying; the day that Josh came into your life changed it for the better, giving you a whole new journey to embark on that you’d never once touched in your life, a new person to feel completely whole and trusting with, building a companionship from the ground up all while intertwining the needs you both had for the benefit of not only yourselves, but for each other. It’s been an experience of selflessness that you never even knew you needed, and if you had to guess, he didn’t know he needed it, either.

You enjoyed the presence of each other for a few more silent minutes, letting yourselves explore the potential of all that each of you held, but having enough self-control to not act on it, yet. 

“So, our deal…” he finally spoke up just as you heard the late summer frogs begin to chirp from the yard below. 

“Yes…” you urged him, letting your fingers pull at the hem of his shorts. 

“I want you to be the judge tonight… if you want to,” he said with his voice low, almost as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear it. 

For whatever reason, his insinuation from earlier didn’t click with you at the bar. You hadn’t put two and two together that he wanted to return the same favor that you’d given him a week ago.

“Oh,” you muttered as you felt his hand creep higher. 

“Again, only if you’re comfortable with that…” he said. You mulled it over for exactly one second before you began nodding quickly. 

“I’m comfortable, but only if you are, too,” you said, wanting to give him the space to back out and not feel pressured. 

“I used to be somewhat of a legend when it came to this,” he said with a stretch of his arms, pushing you further back into the cushions. “But that was many moons ago. If you’ll let me, I’d like to see if I still have what it takes… let you give me a true rating, just like I gave you..” he went on. 

You bit your lips in, suddenly feeling a little shy, but also completely empowered at the comfortability of it all. “I think I can do that.” 

There was a light breeze in the air, stirring up the smell of the citronella and whatever candle or incense he had burning in his room, making for what you felt was about to be a very immersive experience. 

He took a deep breath, rolling to his knees as he knelt between yours. He hooked both of his fingers in your shorts and underwear, giving you another look of reassurance as you nodded his way. He swallowed hard as he began pulling them down until they were all the way off, and he tossed them to the side as his eyes finally landed on your completely uncovered lower half. You felt shy, but not in an embarrassing way; the way his eyes took you in made you feel as though you were the most beautiful wonder he had ever laid his eyes upon, soft and sweet and all for him, tonight. 

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he whispered lowly again, the flicker of the candle flame lighting up his doe eyes. He pulled your ankles up to his ears, turning his head to kiss the insides of your legs as they balanced on his shoulders. He worked his way down, switching from one to the other as he laid light kisses and pecks all the way down to your knees, sending you little looks of admiration every few seconds. After a few minutes familiarizing himself, he bent down, bringing himself closer to your core as he got comfortable laid out on his stomach. 

“I’m gonna go slow,” he whispered as he placed his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to him. You imagined that he was talking himself through it, so you went along with whatever he wanted to give you. You were fully exposed to him now, and though the feeling was a little uneasy, it didn’t feel wrong, in the least. 

“You do whatever you want, baby,” you reassured him, running your hand through his locks. “I can’t believe we’re about to do this on your roof…” you laughed, covering your face as you tried to lighten the mood just a little. You heard his high-pitched giggle fill the air, the one he only let slip out when he thought something was really amusing. 

“I know, I’m sorry…” he admitted, still laying wet kisses to the insides of your thighs. 

“Don’t be sorry, I’ve just never done this outdoors before,” you cooed, scratching your nails into his scalp as your body was already heaving a bit, in search of the connection it was so craving. You felt your hips buck up a little on their own as they sought him out.

“You’re fucking dripping, baby,” he said as his tongue ran one languid strip along your slit, not yet making its way inside yet. His words sent your mind into a carnal, visceral reaction, and suddenly you pushed all the comfort talk to the wayside as you imagined him fully, admiring the wetness that he created. “You really want me this much?”

“Yes, Josh… been craving you, please…” you pleaded, suddenly no longer able to hold on to anything besides what was in front of you.

“Craving me? That’s a powerful word, lover,” he went on, teasing his tongue around your lips.

“Haven’t you?” you rebutted. “You told me at the bar I’ve been the only thing on your mind since last weekend…”

You heard him hum a sweet laugh. “Patience, sweet thing, I’m getting there.”

His mouth finally connected to you, the thickness of his lips pulling you into him, his hands gripping hard on your asscheeks. Finally his tongue was exploring you, switching between long strokes and pointed pokes into your opening, flitting his tongue as deeply as he could inside you. “Oh, fuck, Josh…” you called out, your hands digging harder at his curls. 

He continued on, finally paying special attention to your clit as he brought his hand up to join his mouth, placing one finger on either side of it and alternating them as if he was pushing buttons. The indirect pressure was sending your mind into a frenzy already, even without the direct contact. He continued there for a few seconds before he licked his tongue up along you again, pressing it directly between his fingers and onto the sensitive bud. You felt the long-awaited and new overwhelming sensation, sending your head back into the pillows as he hummed onto you, vibrating his lips against it and sending an immediate convulsion through your body. 

“Oh my god?” you perked up, finally looking him directly in the eyes, your knees bending up to squeeze his head. “What in the hell was that?! Fuckkkk….”  you cried out, watching as he smiled on you. Cheeky fucker.

It was like he was starving for you, pulling you into him with heavy suction before extending his tongue back into you again, working your clit with his thumb as the top half of his hand added pressure down onto your abdomen. He was right, he knew exactly what he was doing. He just had to get familiar with it again. 

He pulled away, out of breath and heaving as you felt the devastating disconnection. “Switch me, babe… want you on top of me,” he barked, motioning with his hands for you to hurry. He helped you sit up to kneel as he took your spot on the cushions, pulling at your thighs for you to come and straddle his face. 

“Are you sure, Josh? This is–” you were breathless as you asked, already so close to orgasm and he hadn’t even shown off for you yet. 

“M’ sure baby, come on,” he commanded, slapping your legs as he repositioned. Before you knew it his mouth was on you again, pulling you down with force as you cried out in pleasure again, completely uncaring if the neighbors could hear your moans from their back porches. Your hands were balanced on the wall to hold yourself up, his tongue still doing whatever it wanted between your folds. The sensation was overwhelming, all-encompassing as you were sure you’d never felt anyone take care of you like this before. 

You could feel your wetness on his beard and mustache, the grittiness of his coarse hairs a bit grating, but you welcomed the bit of discomfort. You felt his hand come up, toying with your entrance as he paid special attention to your clit again, pulling it forcefully in and out of his mouth. 

“Can I?” he asked, wondering if it was okay to go that far as his fingers did everything but enter you all the way. 

“Yes, fuck, please,” you begged, the immense need to feel him inside you overtaking your decision-making skills. The next thing you knew, his two middle fingers were buried deep inside you, curling and twisting in a way that let you know that he had the fingers crossed, one right over the other. He pumped them in and out of you a few times, taking the breath completely from you as everything became almost too much to handle. You laid your forehead against the wall along with your hands, ignoring your own want to swirl your hips. 

“Come on baby, you can…” he growled from beneath you as he tapped your hips again, his free hand still gripped hard on your ass. He’d read your mind, so you did, swirling your hips in a figure-8 while his fingers and tongue continued their work. 

“Mmmhmm…”  he hummed onto you as your pitiful cries filled the air again, your body weight fighting to keep itself upright. Your mind was blacking out as you felt the pleasure overtaking you in waves, the constant realization that you were outside, on Josh’s roof, letting him devour you making you all the more dizzy. Just envisioning the visual of the scene made you want to cum right then and there. 

Suddenly he pushed you away from him, sliding his body down and out from under you, standing up on his knees again. He turned and pulled you backward by the waist as he bent you in half, pressing your head back down onto the cushion as he pulled your legs apart a little. You felt him maneuver himself again, leaning his head down as he gripped your ass in his hands again, connecting his mouth with you from behind. 

“Fuck!!!” you yelped at the sudden change in position, and for how downright confident he was being. Intimacy was suddenly out the window. You arched your back for him, giving him greater access to your most sensitive places. His hands worked to separate your folds as his tongue delved deep again, sending you so close to the edge that you almost lost it. 

Right then you knew that you needed more, you needed it all. Burying your face in the pillows for him was the only thing you wanted to do, from here on out. In whatever position he wanted… frontward, backward, upside down… You needed it. You needed to feel all of him. But you knew in the back of your mind that going all the way might not be in the cards. 

At least not tonight. 

Your cries were building up again as you swayed your hips for him, eliciting a heinous growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Every nerve ending in your body was lit up with electricity as you began to see stars, his constant attention directly where you needed it making all of your strings come untied. “Josh, fuck… I’m– close…” you cried out in a slew of breathless words. 

He pulled away again, gripping under your belly and flipping you back onto your back. “Errrghhh,” you complained as he edged you again, and you could feel your jaw clenched together with rage. 

“Don’t yell at me, baby,” he said. “Am I not giving you what you want?” His eyes were deep and hollow as the light flickered off of them again, making him seem more devious than he had ever looked before. He laid back down in front of you, pulling your knees to rest on his shoulders again. His fingers pressed into you again, and continued flicking deep inside of you, twisting up and curling as he pondered you. 

You gripped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him, uncaring of your own wetness now transferred onto you. He moaned into your mouth as your tongue searched for his, his hand never letting up as your body began to tremble again. You could feel the sheen of sweat forming on your head and cheeks as he unraveled you, his fingers so perfectly deep and his thumb still expertly working your clit, you were positive that there was nothing else existing in the world right now, besides him. You pulled away, meeting his eyes with a question that he had no idea you would even ask. 

You didn’t even have to speak a word, he knew exactly what you were asking of him. 

He broke eye contact, looking down at the cushions as he continued with his hand. “I want to baby, believe me… I fucking want to… I want you, too…” he captured your lips in a sweet and longing kiss again, letting you know he was right there with you. “Just…give me this… let me have you like this… and…” 

You nodded, feeling the knot coming undone in your belly, anyway, unable to stop it even if you tried. 

“Promise me, Josh… you will, we will… want you, want all of you…”

He nodded hard as he pressed his forehead to your cheek, your body almost completely bent in half as the backs of your knees rested on his shoulders. “I promise sweetheart… one day…” 

With his promise and one particularly specific pump of his finger and thumb combination, you were falling over the edge, your whole body shaking and tremoring as you came undone for him, the sounds coming from your body almost embarrassing as you finally were able to hear your own wetness against the slap of his hand. 

When you finally came down, his tongue was on you again, cleaning up the mess you’d both made and swallowing it down. “God, you’re fucking delicious, Y/N, I swear…” he praised as he ran his tongue along you again, sending your body into a fit of shaking overstimulation. 

He pulled his t-shirt up over his mouth, wiping away any excess as he flattened your body back out, crawling up you to lay one last kiss to your now-soaked lips. 

You took a long, deep breath, cleansing yourself of being devoid of proper oxygen intake for the past few minutes. He finally joined you on the pillows, throwing an arm behind his head as he looked at you with a smug grin. “Told you I was a legend,” he said, adding a giant cheesy smile along with his boasting. 

“Okay, listen,” you said, slapping your hand onto his chest. “You can’t call yourself a legend, then ask for me to rate you. It doesn’t work like that,” you argued. “Unfair.”

“Okay, alright, whatever. Then what do you give me?” he asked, turning toward you and pulling your weak leg up over him.

You pressed your finger to your chin just as he had done when he was “evaluating” you. “Nine and a half.”

“What?! Now, that’s unfair, you can’t give me the same rating I gave you,” he complained. “Be serious, I’m a perfect ten.”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to tell him the real reason that you didn’t give him a ten was because the only way you know he could reach that level of perfection was if you could have him wholly and completely, though both experiences with him so far had been beyond stellar on all fronts, deep down, your thirst for him wouldn’t be satiated until that day. That, and the fact that you simply couldn’t let him beat you. 

“Sorry, that’s my rating,” you shrugged him off, reaching down for your underwear and shorts.

“Well fuck me,” he complained, rolling to his back. 

“I tried to,” you said in retaliation with a laugh, causing him to shoot his look your way. 

He met you with a look that you hadn’t seen from him yet, one that told you that there was something you were missing, something that he refused to divulge, but you were honestly too scared to ask. He bit his cheeks in and broke away from your stare, taking a choppy breath again. “I know we promised, babe, but… we’ve gotta remember that we’re just friends, yeah? Just friends–”

“Friends with benefits. Right,” you answered for him in a clipped tone, unsure how to take it. You wished that you could put it all out in the open and discuss things how they lied, but what Josh didn’t know was that you shared his same feeling of uncertainty, both of you so swept up in the idea of one another that you were too scared to fall. Too scared to take a leap that the other one might not want to share. 

Your feelings for Josh were growing. Sprouting new buds and new blossoms every single day, weaving themselves deeper into your bones than you had ever anticipated. But you could never tell him the absolute truth, it could ruin everything. It could turn your relationship up on its tail, causing the both of you to see the other in a light that neither of you even planned on shining in the first place. 

That’s the devastation of it all, the realization of the possibility you might be physically compatible while sharing little to no other characteristics with someone who could end up being more than just a friend. 

But the passion was there, you could feel it. It was almost tangible just now as he begged you to fly into oblivion for him, all at the touch of his hand. You couldn’t lose Josh, and he couldn’t lose you. Not right now, at least. The two of you had become dependent on one another, in all ways besides romantically. 

If you took that step… if you both let your guard down all the way… would things still be the same? Did he even want you in that capacity? You were too scared to ask, you were too scared to know. 

So, you cleaned yourself up, replaced your panties and shorts and followed Josh back into his lavish bedroom, letting him pull you up underneath his protective arm under his sheets and blankets, kissing you on the forehead as the two of you drifted off into a sleep that begged for more. The both of you lying to yourselves right where you were, waiting for the feelings to dissipate. 

Or worse, manifest themselves in a way that was much more gruesome than something a friend with a benefit could ever, ever give. 

xoxoxo jules

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19/21 and 26 with........Haitani's!?!?!??! 🫣🫣🫣

I just can't stop thinking of them 😩😩

A/N: It was a little hard for me to start this one ngl, I was unsure how I'd be able to write the brothers sharing like THIS but I guess it's okay. I hope you enjoy it!! I brought the exhibitionsim out more with the enjoyment of being recorded instead of a public setting or someone else actively watching (the ending also kind of ties back into it) ANYWAYS MWUAH

Double penetration (one hole)/threesome/exhibitionism x Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou

“Ran you fuck--didn’t you ever learn how to share?” The younger Haitani snarled, shoving the older brother away from you. “It’s my turn.”

You don’t know how you got in between them--two of the most dangerous men in the entire country. You’ve heard stories of the terrors they got into when they were younger in Roppongi, how they climbed the ranks through different gangs, how they ended up as executives for the nastiest crime syndicate on this side of the world. It should terrify you, really, how you’ve gotten yourself tied up with these men. They could throw you away in an instant, kill you if you looked at them wrong--make you disappear from the life you know and use you as a drug mule. A thousand things can go wrong. 

And yet, you can’t help but smile whenever you’re with them.

You landed a job as a bartender in one of their clubs, normal job for the most part. You’d go in, do a bit of flirting, fight off a few way too drunk guys, and go home. You had no idea you’d been being watched for the better part of three weeks by the brothers themselves. You didn’t know what kind of place the club was until well after they formally introduced themselves as the co-owners, the Haitani brothers. Even then, you treated them the same way you’ve treated any other boss-with respect, but minimal interactions (as best you could, anyways.) They liked that, how you didn’t try to get money out of them, or sleep with them. They liked to keep it playful with their staff, but the women (and men!) would throw themselves immediately and it was such a turn off--Rindou would usually fire them the night after. They kept showing up at the clubs during your shifts, keeping a close eye on you. Ran started becoming bold and flirting with you on the job, which you brushed off as best you could. 

It wasn’t until an unruly patron tried to grab you after your shift that the men really intervened with you, Ran pulling you close into his chest to shield you (kind of) as Rindou pulled the trigger between the pig’s eyes and called in a cleaning crew to get rid of the body. It was then that you understood who they were, who really owned the club. They steadied themselves to hear grating screaming come from you, girls were usually scared after seeing something like that. Instead, you wrapped your arms around Ran tight, gripping at the back of his shirt and letting out a shaky ‘thank you’ before steadying yourself and (attempting) to go home for the night.

They hadn’t left you alone since.

And now you find yourself caught in between them most nights after your shift, in one of their beds. Tonight was different, you’ve noticed, because Ran started pulling out his phone and setting it up on the dresser across from the bed. “Mind if we record it, pretty girl?” His voice always sent shivers down your spine. “Go ahead-” your voice came out shakier than you hoped, hearing the younger brother attached to your neck chuckle. “Already so worked up, baby, barely even started.” He teased, kissing and biting at the juncture of your shoulder, fingers dipping underneath the band of your underwear. You whimpered, fingers combing through his wild locks and tugging at the root, bringing him up from your neck enough to press your lips against his--all tongue and teeth as he bit down on your lower lip leaving you breathless. He took the opportunity of your parted lips to shove his tongue in your mouth, licking at your own. You tried to keep up with his overwhelming pace, suckling on the tip of his tongue making him groan. “Fuuck baby, got so lucky with you didn’t we?” Rindou’s voice was ragged, much different than the smoothness of Ran’s--his was nearly scratchy in the best way possible. It made your hair stand up on the back of your neck. His hands came up to your throat, one wrapping around the back while the other grasped at your lower jaw, keeping you attached to him. You felt two taps on your ass cheek, and hands prying your underwear lower until it hit your knees. “Come on pretty, help me out and take these off.” Ran joined in, and you lifted each knee one at a time off the bed to let him remove the clothing fully. Your hands clawed at Rindou’s chest, trying to keep yourself afloat as the elder Haitani pressed open mouth kisses on your shoulder blades, trailing to your back. “Don’t think we can ever let you go, sweet girl.” Ran mumbled against your skin, raking his nails over the fronts of your thighs towards your weeping cunt. You broke away from Rindou enough to gasp for breath, nose to nose when you let out a small cry at the feeling of Ran’s hand slapping at your clit. 

Your lower half jolted away from the stimulation, but when Ran pressed himself against your back you had no choice but to take each smack he gave you. “Gotta take everything I give you, angel. Now be good for me, yeah?” Two fingers suddenly shoved themselves deep into your pussy, and Rindou had pressed his lips back to yours to muffle your cries. Even after all the times you’ve been in their beds, their fingers are a stretch to begin with. You’re dripping wet, but his fingers are so long they hit so deep. Ran starts off slow, sucking hickies into your shoulders and neck as he finger fucks you, smiling against your skin when he feels you fucking yourself back onto him. “There you go, beautiful~” He coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you rubbing at your walls so good. Your closed eyes open to look at Rindou in front of you, eyes already wild as he watches you meet each thrust of his brother’s fingers. A hand traveled lower from your jaw to grasp fully at your throat, fingers wrapping around and squeezing. “You can take some more, right baby?” Your eyes fluttered, barely able to nod while he was holding onto you like this, mouth dropping open. 

Rindou pressed his thumb against your nub, unable to move you had no choice but to take the stimulation--spit pooling at the corners of your mouth the same way tears did in your eyes. “R-Rindou-aah, please” You begged, though your brain couldn’t conceptualize why. A harsh smack to your ass left you squealing. “I’m here too, pretty.” You could hear the jealousy in Ran’s voice, and you knew you were right when you saw Rindou smirking. “Do better and maybe she won’t forget.” A slew of curses left Ran’s mouth before smacking at your ass again. “S-sorry! I’m sorry, Ran, I didn’t forget--honest.” You whimpered, doing your best to turn away from Rindou and crane your neck to look at Ran over your shoulder. “Aw, I know sweetheart. Gimme a kiss.” You occupied yourself with kissing Ran, who kissed you much slower than his counterpart. While Rindou was a wildfire, Ran was like flowing water. He kissed you slow and steady, taking his time to lick at your mouth and taste you. While Rindou was overwhelming, Ran was dizzying. Regardless of who was on you at any moment, they made you feel just as good. 

Ran kept you distracted enough for Rindou to push his ring and middle finger into your cunt alongside his brother’s fingers--filling you and stretching more than they had in the past. “Oh fuck” You breathed out, trying yout best to keep up with Ran but Rindou was shoving himself into you so harshly already it was difficult to breathe. Rindou’s fingers were thicker than the elder brother, filling you up as Ran’s fingers hit deep. Ran let you go, and you turned down to see Rindou’s fingers pumping in and out of you, juices oozing onto his fingers with each fuck. Your forehead hit his chest, a hand reaching back and grasping at Ran’s wrist for some sick form of grounding--spreading your legs more to give them easier access to your sloppy pussy. “S’this feel good, baby?” Rindou questioned, curling his fingers towards that gummy spot in your cunt. “A-ah, yeah, fuck, yeah” You whimpered, clenching around their sets of fingers. Ran laughed behind you, “Yeah? Like when we fuck you with our fingers, angel? You want more?” Nodding against Rindou’s chest, they removed their fingers from your cunt--creaminess covering their hands. “Look at that~” Ran whistled, making a show of spreading his fingers and letting your stickiness web between them. He turned your head towards the camera, and the brother’s chuckled seeing how fucked out you looked in the camera. “Lick ‘em clean, beautiful.” Ran spoke first, presenting his fingers in front of your face as you greedily sucked at them, taking them deep into your mouth to the knuckle and making sure you sucked them clean. You watched yourself in the front camera lapping at his digits, clenching your pussy around air. When Ran pulled his fingers out you immediately turned to Rindou and stuck your tongue out--expectantly. “What a good girl you are” He teased, shoving his fingers into your mouth until you gagged, and turned you to face the camera again. “Go ahead baby.” Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you licked around his spread fingers tasting yourself on him. 

Ran moved off the bed to bring the phone closer, now on the night stand as he laid down, bringing you with him. You understood immediately what he wanted, and lined yourself up to his cock as he filmed you lowering yourself. He bit his tongue holding back a moan while your pretty sounds filled the air, steadying yourself on his chest before your arms are ripped back behind you. “Come on baby, you can do it right?” Rindou taunted, kissing at your shoulders while you kept a steady pace bouncing on Ran’s cock. The older brother had the camera right at your hole, watching the way your pussy swallowed him up and drooled around the corners with your juices. His free hand held onto your hip, Rindou pulling you back to lean more against him as Ran started meeting each bounce on his lap with a thrust of his own, a webbing of white covering his dick each time he pulled out. “Fuck baby, look so good taking my cock. You think you can take another one?” You weren’t sure you understood, and before you had time to think more about the question the phone was placed back down on the stand and Rindou pushed you towards the other, Ran grabbing at your face and making a scene of kissing you sloppy in view of the camera. “Look at yourself, pretty baby.” He whispered against your ear, holding you by the jaw towards the camera when you started feeling Rindou prodding at your already stretched out cunt with his own cock. Your eyes squeezed closed with your brows scrunched, mouth hanging open as he pushed himself into your hole alongside Ran. “Ooh my god, fuck! S’much, wait--wait it’s so much!” You cried out, Ran slapping you lightly on your cheek to get your attention.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. Look at yourself while you get fucked by us.” Your eyes were fuzzy, unable to fully focus as you watched yourself drool, tongue lolling out and tears rolling down your cheeks as Rindou filled you inch by inch. You should be embarrassed, feel shame as they made you watch yourself like this--being used by two dangerous men. But you couldn’t feel anything except turned on, looking at your own reflection drooling and crying uncontrollably on their cocks filling you more than they ever have. You subconsciously tightened your walls around them, and their groans filled the air. “Fuck! So fucking horny watching yourself, huh baby?” Rindou snickered, leaning over and angling the camera to your lower bodies, pulling you up for a clear angle of both cocks pumping in and out of your pussy. Just like you did Ran’s, Rindou’s cock was covered in your creamy cunt, squelching and gushing with each pap, pap, pap of their cocks fucking up into you. You couldn’t do much but take it, sobbing with overwhelming pleasure as they used you like a sleeve. Rindou’s fingers came around your front to rub and pinch at your swollen nub, and in no time he had you crying out and creaming over them, each push in and pull out of their cocks leaving with a squish. Ran’s hands had a strong grip on your hips as he fucked up into you, and last minute pulling out to cum on your tummy, painting your front white with his cum. 

With only Rindou now inside your cunt he quickened his pace and fucked you harder, tugging at your biceps and pulling your arms back as leverage. Ran moved the phone again, for full access to your body and face as the younger brother left you a mess. “Ready for me, baby?” He grunted behind you and you nodded with a sob, suddenly feeling him leave your pussy and make a mess on your ass, grabbing the phone from his brother and recording him slap his cock on your ass, smearing his mess around. Giving the phone back, Ran recorded up to your face now. “Smile at the camera, pretty girl.” Panting, you looked up at yourself again in the phone, lazy smile playing on your lips--fucked stupid. Ran scooped his cum on a finger while you were still watching yourself and lifted it to your mouth, watching you lick him clean and sticking your tongue out as proof.

He stopped the recording and Rindou lowered you onto the bed, mumbling to himself how ‘gross’ it was to share a hole like that with his brother. “Whatever dude--she felt good.” Ran called over to the younger Haitani as he left to grab something to wipe you down with. “You good, baby?” He whispered to you, smoothing down your hair as you nodded with a smile. He fiddled with his phone as Rindou wiped you clean, kissing your forehead and praising how good of a job you did for them. His phone pinged, before Ran spoke saying “Sent it to you.” When he finally took a look he saw it was in the group chat they had with Sanzu, snapping his head up to look at his brother who already had a grin like the devil and shrugged.

“Oops.”

[blasphemecel]

Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness — Dog Walking

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader/Alexis Ness WORD COUNT: 3.2k TYPE: Humor, Bad flirting (it's so bad I don't know if i can call it flirting in good faith), Bad matchmaking (there was an attempt), Rivalry WARNING(S): Canon-typical football derangement, canon-typical behavior EDIT: This got a continuation, yay. And an add-on

Kaiser got it in his head that he has taken a liking to you. This is great and all, not like Ness is gritting his teeth and clenching his fists and getting angry or anything, but- okay, he is.

An obvious reason for his displeasure would be jealousy, but that’s not quite it. Ness thinks it would be entitled and insolent of him to feel any type of way about Kaiser’s personal affairs, so he hasn’t even entertained the notion. The problem is entirely different.

Just like everyone else in Blue Lock, you’re… Kaiser-opposed? Is that the right way to word it? Anyway, the point is, your shitty personality is making his job really hard. Which leads the three of you to this current situation.

“Ow! Ness, what the hell is your problem?!” you shriek, after having tripped and fell. The only reason your face isn’t attached to the floor fight now is because you softened the blow with your elbow.

“I didn’t mean it- I’m so sorry!”

“You didn’t mean it? You literally did it on purpose.”

This isn’t how it should’ve played out, though.

You were supposed to fall right into Kaiser’s arms, but you landed about a step away from him. They even practiced this routine with the others! Granted, no one agreed to it and was rather subjected to it whenever in Ness and Kaiser’s general vicinity, and, no, it didn’t work all the time, but they were just getting the hang of it. (Thankfully, no one sustained any serious injuries, apart from bearing some mental scars after hearing Kaiser say ‘Don’t go falling for me now’ in a wannabe suave tone.)

“Yeah, Ness, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kaiser adds, before moving to crouch down and help you with a smidge of concern in his expression.

Ness’s eyes widen at the betrayal. Kaiser is such a fake bitch sometimes. Not like he’s going to do anything about it, or even that he minds, but seriously? No shame or decorum is on display here.

You don’t buy it, slapping his hands away. “I bet you put him up to it,” you say, before standing up all by yourself. Then you twist your leg around back and forth for a bit, as if to check how well it’s working, before you eventually lift it high up in the air. “Listen, you tie-dyed toerags.”

Ness flinches because what kind of way to address someone is this? Kaiser crosses his arms, shiteating grin receding into a little frown.

“I’m at my most divine when scoring a goal. You see this?” Your foot is now hovering near their faces while you stretch. This… What is it? A flex? A display? Whatever it is that you’re doing right now, Ness finds it unnerving. “It’s what I use to score. If you did something to take that ability away from me, you’d get pretty bad karma, you know? Angels would cry. Believe me.”

Ness tugs on Kaiser’s sleeve — to remind him he’s supposed to respond instead of just stare at you with a blank, creepy look on his face — and, as filler, says, “You’re very, um, flexible.”

“Yeah,” you say, moving into an even more convoluted position. “I have many attractive qualities. Deserving of being a superstar ace, you know? Dump Kaiser. Pass to me. You’re way too good to play second fiddle, Ness. With me, you won’t be stuck in a Tweedlecum and Tweedlepee dynamic.”

“What?! You- you- you, you, you, yooooou-?! What are you talking about?! I’d never betray him! I’m not joining your circus, clown! Unbelievable! Learn your place already. You never learn,” Ness says in a jumble. For some reason, he’s more offended than Kaiser is.

Here’s the thing about you — you’re insane. A has-an-interesting-psychological-file type of crazy. A hollow-inner-world type of crazy.

A Ness-loves-it type of crazy, as objectionable as he is acting to your offer.

“Calm down. No need to get your panties in a twist over some shitty trash talk,” says Kaiser, placing his hand on Ness’s head, forcing him to lower himself in a slight bow in front of you. Finally, you quit your bizarre movements and assume a more proper stance, while Kaiser leans in closer to you, shifting his gaze in your direction. This leaves Ness to watch you two engage in a round of charged glaring… again. Which is always compromising, but then Kaiser has to run his fingers through his hair, too. “You’re just like a chihuahua that hasn’t warmed up to its owner yet. Your barking doesn’t faze me.”

Your eye twitches at the analogy, face scrunching in an ugly way. “The hell did you just say to me? If I catch you somewhere Ego can’t see me, I’ll give you the beating of a lifetime.”

Instead of responding in a normal way, Kaiser points his finger in your face, almost poking you, twirls it around in a circle, which makes you furrow your brows even harder if possible as you scrutinize him like he’s a lower life form.

“See? Doesn’t bite. Totally harmless,” Kaiser says with a lilt of amusement. Then he swings an arm around Ness’s shoulders and turns him around before pulling him along so they can get away from you.

His tone is convincing enough to give off the impression of winning this verbal spat. However, Ness can’t help but notice that they’re speed walking.

___

When Ness turns around, you’re leaning on the bench with your foot, elbow resting on your knee. He lets out an undignified scream, taking a step back, startled, and even drops his water bottle. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! How come you didn’t make a noise? What are you?”

Kaiser regards the commotion with not even a sliver of curiosity and instead grins after nodding at you in greeting. “Look who came crawling back searching for my company, Ness.”

“I was thinking about that stuff you told me yesterday,” you say.

“Really? And what thrilling conclusion did you come to?” he asks, with sarcastic emphasis on the word ‘thrilling.’

“I’m going to spend my points from goals on taking a day off. Come along with me and we’re gonna fight, preferably in front of a big audience that can watch me humiliate you. By the way, it's a duel, so you can’t decline.”

“Wow, you’re asking me out on a date? Since when are you so adorable? I guess I just can’t reject you when you’re being vulnerable.”

“No one likes delusional men, Kaiser. I’d rather embalm myself and then desecrate my own corpse.”

Kaiser appears to find this amusing or in some way adjacent to flirting because his smile becomes a touch more irritating, but also a bit incredulous. “Crazy fucking bastard. You’ve got unique ways of pretending you’re not into me, though. It’s entertaining.”

“Your mouth is like a dirty urinal. You swear like a preteen who just found out what sixty-nine means, worry about that.”

Kaiser stares at you in shock, jaw hanging slightly open. In your head, you consider this a huge win, since it’s the first time you’ve visibly put him off.

“Keep gaping at me, I might just take a piss.”

“H-How dare you?!” Ness lunges at you, and the only thing to stop him from strangling you on live television — sensational, you like it — is the fact that Kaiser is holding him back by the collar. You find the sight of him swiping his fists in the air vaguely adorable. “How can you say these things? Just in general, let alone to Kaiser?”

You observe him in mild surprise for a second and the sincerity in your expression makes it all the more infuriating when you ask, “Oh, you’re still here?”

___

For once in his life, Ness is being very assertive. At least that’s what you think while he drags you over to their side of the cafeteria, fingers curling tight enough around your wrist to probably disturb your blood circulation.

Kaiser pulls out a chair for you when you come into view, then Ness shoves you so you’re sitting, and Kaiser pushes it back in, causing you to almost double over the table. Ness slides over some kind of fancy meal you can’t even identify in front of you. Kaiser leans down, his hair brushing against you, and then he reaches around your shoulder to aggressively stab one of the slices with a fork. With a perhaps demented smile, he declares, “We’re going to talk about strategy today,” before taking the seat next to yours.

“We’re not going to talk about strategy because I’m not one of your groupies,” you say, picking up on the conversation with ease.

Ness plops down on your other side, apparently having decided he has enough authority to lecture you. “No, no, no! This isn’t working. Isagi does whatever he wants, Kunigami does whatever he wants, you do whatever you want. It’s pure chaos on the field! No synergy! It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Join us. If you’re not following,” Kaiser adds, his arm finally receding away from you, “this is a compliment. You’re the one best suited for me, which is a big honor.”

“I have a way better idea. How about I continue doing whatever I want, and by the end of this Neo Egotist League ordeal, you two and everyone else you mentioned sing my name in a choir?”

“Ungrateful,” Ness mutters, petulant.

Kaiser grins, mocking, but also intrigued. “Are you still hanging onto the high of that goal against Barcha? Your ego is unhinged and, honestly, you’re not doing yourself any favors. Your type is always the most fun to break.”

Like he’s any different?

The score you landed, though — the one Kaiser is referencing — was what sparked his interest. You jumped in and stole the pass Isagi meant for Kunigami, securing the point right under their noses. Then, you faced Kaiser and took him by the chin like he’d done to Isagi on arrival, and even imitated his introduction, “On your knees, Bastard München,” with inconceivable amounts of smugness.

It was… interesting. Outlandish. A first. Ness berated you and Isagi together, but you kind of walked away in the middle of it without a care.

Here’s the other detail which is keeping Ness’s sanity intact (not like he’s renowned for his mental stability, but): Kaiser taking a liking to you isn’t necessarily a good thing, even if he’s treating you differently than the other competitors. It doesn’t say anything positive about your character, isn’t in any way sentimental — it’s more as if someone held up a mirror in front of him and he began obsessing over his reflection.

“I’m big and you’re small. That’s why you can’t tame me,” you say.

“He’s taller than you!” Ness defends.

“Did the voices in your head tell you that?” Kaiser asks you, and he does not acknowledge Ness’s meager attempt to upkeep his honor.

“I mean it. You think you can brute force everything and bend it to your version of reality. That’s fragile. I don’t mind falling from a high place. It kind of appeals to me, actually, you know, crawling back up, but more beautiful.”

The corners of his lips turn up in a manner you interpret as more baleful than usual. “I don’t know if you’re big or if I’m small or whatever you wanna call it, but what I know for sure is that you’re a melodramatic jerk off.”

“Anyway,” you stand up, taking the plate as you do so, “you don’t think often, so I won’t blame you for calling my internal monologue a hallucination. You can’t help it. Bye.”

___

The locker room is an environment you find ripe for picking fights in. Especially when everyone is tired after a practice match. At least the place is free of anyone besides your usual targets.

“Ness,” you say upon approaching them — they’re always together, it almost seems codependent — and then take a hold of his hand, all beguiling. Kaiser scoffs, apparently not interested in getting into it with you this once, while Ness stares at you doe-eyed. “I think it’s about time you get some dignity.”

“What kind of opening line is that?!” he asks, expression shifting from bashful to irritated.

“He’s just been even more awful to you lately and you’re still attached to his asshole like you’re a part of the human centipede.”

“You made fun of me for swearing, but look at the shit you’re saying right now.”

“I do it sparingly and with style. Please stop trying to compete where you don’t compare.” After a dismissive glance towards Kaiser, you turn your attention back to Ness, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist. “Anyway, the point is, he’s not acting very appreciative of your talent. I could treat you so much better if you passed to me. We don’t even need to entirely exclude him or anything, I’m a tolerant person.”

“I can see and appreciate Ness’s talent just fine. He’ll stay by my side no matter what.” Ness blushes because that’s kind of an intense statement to make out of nowhere? Kaiser’s fingers curl around his jawline before he pushes Ness’s head into his shoulder. “And I’m going to add you to the roster while I’m at it.”

What the fuck is even going on? Maybe the delusions of grandeur you and Kaiser seem to suffer from are becoming contagious, but it sounds like you two are fighting… over HIM? A more well-adjusted person would probably find this objectifying or otherwise demeaning, but Ness, mostly because of who he is — terminally unwanted — wonders if he’s in heaven right now.

Then again, Ness isn’t an idiot. His ignorance is willful. There’s a cap to the nonsense even he is willing to tolerate. So he lets this feeling of I’ve-never-been-happier linger for a little, your bickering fading into background noise, before he squirms away from both of you.

“I’m tired of how you guys are acting,” he calls over his shoulder.

Kaiser is gawking again. You let out an amused whistle, as if you find this development pleasing, before forcing Kaiser’s jaw closed.

“Don’t talk to me… for the rest of the day,” Ness continues, before leaving. His resolve ends on a weak note, but oh well.

“What the hell? Did Ness just reject me?” Kaiser asks, slapping off your pesky hand. “First you don’t want me, now even Ness doesn’t want me. I’m sick of this wretched place. Everything is all out of whack here.”

You burst out laughing. “Are your sensitive little feelings unable to handle a few hours without him?”

“Shut up,” says Kaiser. There isn’t enough bite in it.

“I can tell whatever tantrum you’re about to have is gonna give me secondhand embarrassment, so I’m gonna go as well.”

You’re not prepared for Kaiser to slam you into the locker and cage you in with his arms. Some vein you don’t know the name of looks very pronounced on his forehead, and you don’t think it’s supposed to be doing that?

You roll your eyes. “Take the hint, your machismo shtick isn’t doing it for me.”

“I’m not trying to make a move on you, shithead. I’m sick of your outrageous attitude as well. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re always leaving in the middle of conversations, even ones you initiated. Do you know how rude that is? No one ever taught you some fucking manners? What’s your home life like?”

Ignoring whatever he’s even talking about — it’s going in one ear and out of the other as usual — you trail your hands over his shoulders.

“Stop trying to distract me. I’m listing out all of your personality defects.” He’s not really putting up a fight, though, doesn’t even shrug you off when you move onto caressing his neck. “We’re arguing,” Kaiser says, before leaning in to complete the kiss you were trying to pull him into, and finally his hands drop to rest on your waist.

The contact doesn’t last long, since you take the chance to side step him and swap your positions, before you push him into the locker like he’d done to you.

“Little bitch,” you say with a sneer, and then you dash towards the exit, offering a flippant wave. “I leave whenever I want to.”

What the hell!

___

“You’re unforgivable!” says Ness. What did you even do to deserve this attitude right before breakfast? “Stop messing with Kaiser’s head!”

Oh yeah, you did do that. You almost forgot.

“Good morning to you, too. Sleep well?”

Ness crosses his arms and taps his foot. He’s not very good at being intimidating, at least in a visual sense, you think. He has a total babyface. “You’re going to apologize. You’re gonna grovel for Kaiser’s forgiveness.”

“Sure, I take hurt feelings very seriously. Answer these questions for me, so I can apologize better later. Which ear were the words of hurtfulness spoken into? Is the damage he suffered permanent? Did he require a tissue for his tears?”

“I- I- I- I?!?! You piss me off so much. I don’t have the patience for this.” Ness pinches the bridge of his nose as if he needs to soothe himself after exchanging a couple of sentences with you.

“If he doesn’t have a mommy to hug him,” you continue without much of an inflection, “we can look for a surrogate.”

With uncharacteristic vice, he squeezes your shoulders, and he’s gritting his teeth, and you think he really might kill you. Maybe not right now, but at some point, this man is going to take your life. “What’s your problem? You’re a nobody, so why are you so high maintenance? Kaiser is rich, handsome, successful, and a football genius. What more could you possibly want in a boyfriend?”

“Wow,” you say, astonishment at something indeterminate apparent on your face.

Ness waits for you to elaborate, but you don’t, instead opting to scrutinize him in silence. “What? Don’t just say wow and then leave it at that. How can someone be so difficult?”

Your expression shifts into something meaner, then, a mocking raise of your eyebrows, a lop-sided but meaningless smile. “It’s just kind of amazing. You can’t help but ride Kaiser’s dick even while trying to guide it inside of me.”

“Wh-huh… What?!” Ness screeches, scandalized. “How… How crude? You're a vulgar moron! Totally indecent! That’s what you are!”

“I mean, can you blame me for being jealous of that kind of attention? You can do crazy tricks on it.”

“Why are you saying those kinds of things to me?! S-Something’s not right with you.”

You reach out and squish Ness’s cheeks together, leaving his lips to pucker, and you can feel his skin burning. “You’re an amusing guy, Ness. I haven’t decided if I find you pathetic or endearing yet, but I like it.” Then you let go of him as casually as you grabbed him, intending to continue on your merry way.

There are footsteps hurrying after you. “Admit your love to Kaiser already.”

Love? A frightening laugh rattles you. Your body jerks upright and you feel like an evil spirit was just exorcised out of you with how unexpected your reaction was, even to you.

“I know you can’t resist his charms. No one can.”

Kaiser’s… charms? You knew it, he’s trying to kill you.

“And- and- and!!! You’re going to play on our side against Ubers, and you’re going to like it.”

You’re borderline in hysterics now, stomach hurting.

“Stop walking away from me! Are you even listening? You should really listen when people talk to you!”

___

Im still loopy so presented without comment. Feel free to tell me wat you thikn the worst line from this abomination is

[rosemaeridream]

...should’ve known better… || aespa uar

uchinaga aeri x reader (M)

warnings: basically PWP, fingering, switch!reader, switch!aeri, more toxic than last time (?), semi-public sex, desperateness from both parties, they get caught

A/N: oops this was extremely self indulgent and extremely late. it was gonna be longer but i just need to post something lol - read part one HERE

Synopsis: 'She looks between the two of you, making clear note of Aeri’s bitten red lips and tousled hair and the faint teeth marks on your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask your fiancé to wait outside the dressing room.”’

word count: 2k

"Please," She croons against your lips, pushing her body needfully into your own. "I want you. Now."

You know it's an act. It's always an act when she behaves like this. Aeri's temperament can't possibly conceptualise giving up a sliver of control to someone else. Not when you leave your own apartment covered in purpling marks, some hidden — some unable to hide — just to pick her up an iced coffee. Not when she leaves you at the door, making you feel like a puppy with attachment issues; dependent on when she walks back through the doorway again. 

Especially not when she has you pushed up against a wall in a changing room, white dress with floral lacing cupped against her bodice tickling your arms.

God knows why you accepted to accompany her to shop for wedding dresses.

Perhaps you were more masochistic than you initially believed.

Your fingers wind into the dress, the fabric flowing over her hips and down to the floor. It’s a gorgeous dress; layers of tulle and lace and it leaves so much of her chest is exposed. It makes you understand why consummation exists. 

There’s too much to lift so you can duck under, like you most desire. So you don’t. Instead you flip positions, flattening her back to the wall and slotting a leg between hers. 

Aeri lets out a pleased huff, resting her forearms on your shoulders, wrists loosely crossed. It’s very… high school sweetheart. 

Maybe in another world you’ve just picked her up from after work, taking her on a date. Kissing her in an alleyway on the way home. Not to keep it secret from a damned fiancé. Just for the plain old reason of public indecency.

But this isn’t that world and Aeri’s getting impatient, her eyes dimming — filling with ice. If it was any other moment you know she would have stomped on your foot.

“Brat.” You murmur like you have any control over the situation.

“Idiot.” She throws back at you. Her blinks are slow; she has all the time in the world while you’re in the palm of her hand. Nothing in her voice says that she’s planning on being nice. 

At least you like it that way.

“Are you gonna fuck me in here? You’re soooo, ah- brainless.” Aeri laughs. Right at you. She’s right though. She’s always right. You know she’s just saying the things you want to hear. Every time she pleads for you she’s really just giving you the dregs at the bottom of the bowl, letting you lick the plate clean, all so she can have her cake and eat it too. 

“I need you.” She giggles again, this time letting her breathless moan turn fake, too much like a cam girl. “Please, I need someone–you to take care of me.”

Even though the brainless fog you know she’s mocking you. Her lips twitch and there’s murky insincerity in her eyes. She’s having fun.

Then she moans his name into your ear. It should have been your reason to stop, your reason to push her off you, tell her that she’s fucked in the head and you’re not going to be dragged down into moral sacrilege once more.

A white hot fire sears at your muscles, to the point where you think that you’re about to descend into hysteria until a sea of calm hits.

“That’s not my name.” You growl, pushing her further into the wall.

“Then give me a reason to use it.” Her insufferable attitude only gives you more reason to be rougher, practically slamming your knee in between her legs.

It only makes her release a small whine and a scathing smile. “You can do better than that.”

You’re pushed by her again, right to the boundary that she loves to smear. And it makes you crazy. 

And, the fog in your brain clears.

You start to lift the layers and layers of tulle, it’s heavy but you don’t care. She’s made your arms ache before and you’re not against making them ache for weeks to do this. Aeri makes no move to stop you.

In the back of your head you know that you’re playing back into her hands again, raking your nails up her thighs and kissing the line of her collarbone. Aeri gasps and you take it as a victory, nipping her skin lightly.

Slowly, your fingers find their place, gliding against her dampening panties. She’s just as desperate as you are. Her dripping cunt can’t deny that.

You take your time, exploring the dip of her neck, letting yourself revel in the ragged breaths Aeri’s trying to keep dampened. Her head rolls back, a faint thud against the wood panelling.

Aeri pushes her hips against your hand, wanting something more than half-brushes through cotton. 

“Stop being a tease.” She grits out.

“Stop being a brat then.” You press harder against her clit but make no move to push aside the fabric. 

“Shit, you’re wet.” Peppering a couple kisses along her jaw, you finally kiss her. The intensity of the kiss makes you shiver and allows your brain to fall down another rabbit hole of depravity. 

Slowly, you give in, pushing her underwear to the side. Aeri moans, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to quieten herself. “I should’ve known you get off on this. Anyone could walk by any second to check in on us, and here you are, whining like a whore.” 

If she weren’t so desperate, Aeri would have made a snide comment or slapped you in the face. You’re sure of it. But all she does is buck her hips, wanting your fingers to sink deeper into her cunt instead of the shallow teasing and circling. For some reason, she’s not being completely brash today.

“Hu-hurry up.” Aeri mewls, her hands scrabbling to clutch something against the wall. You take a small step back to get a good look at her.

Aeri’s eyes are glazed over, half-lidded and her bottom lip is caught under her teeth, trying in vain to stay semi-quiet. Your fingers dip a little further into her cunt, drawing out a gasp, her thighs twitching. She rolls her hips as always whenever she wants something. 

You push her hips to the wall, forcing her to stop. For once you felt completely in control and it felt good.

“Beg.”

The word half-brings Aeri from her haze, her eyes still lidded and lips still bitten. “Just… haah~ fuck me already.”

A frown pulls at your lips and you start to slide your hands out of her underwear. Her hand darts down to stop you, fingers tight around your wrist. Her nails begin to dig into your skin. A bear trap away from pleasure.

“Wait- wait.” She swallows, forcing your hand back to her cunt. “Please. Pl-please, fuck me. I need your fingers.”

It tickles your mind. Hearing her want you makes you pulse with need. 

Pleased at her compliance, you shove your fingers in the whole way without any care. Aeri’s wet enough anyway, her slick beginning to drip down your palm.

As you fuck her, you move your lips back to her chest. You’d give anything in that moment to pinch and suck at her nipples but you know better than to ruin a wedding dress. Especially one that hasn’t been bought yet. Instead you help yourself to the rest of the exposed skin of her chest. 

Aeri’s a mess. Her hair has become wild as she rests her head against the wall, muffling her moans with one hand as the other grips your wrist. It isn’t helping you with anything, just there superficially. The thought that she might have been drooling if you weren’t in a changing room sends pleasure to your groin.

“Isn’t this nice? Being a brat just makes it harder for the both of us.” You husk into her ear. Her throat bobs as she chokes back another whine. 

You’re about to remove her hand so you can kiss her again, but there’s the sound of heels clicking. Then there’s a voice from beyond the changing room. The assistant. Aeri’s muffled moans silence. She’s not completely shameless today. 

One of her hands fumble to your shoulders, pushing you far enough back that you can’t seal her lips with yours. 

“Are you alright in there? You’ve been awhile.” 

You can feel Aeri’s irritation from the clenching of her thighs, or maybe that’s because your fingers never stopped moving. And you don’t stop moving them, even going a step further to curl them into the rough spot on her walls. 

Apparently, the sound of someone else’s voice has shook her from her stupor and she sends you a glare – which isn’t that intimidating since directly after she clamps her mouth closed to conceal another moan – telling you to stop so she can respond to the assistant.

“We’re, ngh- fine! Just swapping out dresses.”

You give her cunt a rather forceful pump, brushing your thumb against her clit on the way up and she digs her nails into your shoulders. Then Aeri’s whole head is buried in your neck muffling a pathetic whine. By the pattern of her walls squeezing your fingers, she’s just hit an orgasm. Her teeth sink into your neck as you let her ride out her high, slowly rubbing circles into her clit.

“Are you sure?” The voice comes from outside again, slightly more concerned.

As Aeri is currently indisposed, you speak up, keeping your tone light. “Yeah, we’re just having a little trouble with the zipper, it’s no problem.”

“Do you mind if I come in? I can take a look at that for you.” 

You’re already moving, quickly dislodging your fingers from their damp position – to the dismay of Aeri who clenches once more, her cunt desperately trying to keep them inside. Rather than putting your fingers into her mouth or even your own, you wipe them on your pants, all the while running your other hand through her hair, trying to make it look less like you’ve just been fucking in the changing room.

“Yeah, that might be helpful!” You call out after a moment, turning Aeri with your hands so that she has her back to you and unzipping her dress just a little. All for show.

The assistant’s head pops in a moment later, moving to your side and looking at the zip. Then she undoes it with ease. You almost laugh at how smoothly it descends down her back. Aeri holds up the bodice, as not to be completely naked.

With the zipper undone, the assistant steps back, holding her hands together and smiles, looking like she’s about to recite a script. Then she pauses, finally noticing the disarray you’re in.

She looks between the two of you, making clear note of Aeri’s bitten red lips and tousled hair and the faint teeth marks on your neck. Her eyes seem to get stuck on the shiny trail of saliva that you had left on Aeri’s chest. Put together with the effortless unzipping of the wedding dress, and the intelligence of anyone over the age of 16, she clues in. 

The assistant dons a forced smile. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask your fiancé to wait outside the dressing room.”

You open your mouth to correct her, show her the lack of ring on your finger or say something about the groom traditionally not seeing the bride in her wedding dress before they’re on the aisle together but you hesitate. Saying that would make all this worse.

Returning her smile, you nod at the assistant, kiss Aeri on the cheek like a good fiancé would and leave the dressing room.

Fucking hell.

AN: lmk if u want more cause i don't think i'm done with this aeri

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TWs/Tags: yandere, violence, spoilers for Sumeru + angst

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He’s got you right where he wants you- your throat within his grip. He’s cackling maniacally with a freakish grin plastered on his face, but there’s also tears pouring out of his eyes. He looks like a beautiful, broken porcelain doll.

Under the cover of darkness, he chased you, grabbed you, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.

The way the moonlight illuminates your beautiful face drives him to insanity.

“I know you’ve forgotten me, you- you don’t know who I am at all… But…” He grits his teeth and sneers. “Tell me, what’s my name!? Say it!” He strangles you in a fit of sheer desperation, but you can’t choke out a single word. Even if you were capable of speaking, you wouldn’t know what to say. What are you supposed to say? 

This stranger is scaring you.

His grip loosens when he sees your face changing colors. As you gasp for air, you scream. “Let go of me, freak!” You kick and squirm as harshly as you can. If you don’t escape him now, there’s no telling what he’ll do to you. When you shriek those words, they tear away at him, shredding into him like razor blades. If he had a heart, it would be bleeding. 

He doesn’t move for a second. He just stares with shaking eyes.

Scaramouche did this to himself, he knows that very well… So why?

Why does this hurt so fucking bad?

Before he erased his past from this world, the two of you were attached at the hip. It was utterly strange. Scaramouche hated humans to his core, but he had made an exception for you. You were just so different. You loved him deeply- you had once accepted him. He would bark insults at you, but you always bite back. And he loved that about you. It was always a playful game to see who would win, even though it always ended with Scaramouche coming out on top due to his unbearable stubbornness. After all, you’re just a human, and he’s so much more.

Yet he despised how much he missed you.

And he loathed how much he craves your love.

He misses the way you would run your fingers through his dark purple hair. He misses the way you would kiss his nose and steal his hat to wear it, even though it always annoyed him. What he once thought were inconveniences turned out to be his favorite parts of life. He hated you, but he loved you too, and he could never understand it. He also would never say any of it out loud.

In the past, he never told you that he loved you, but somehow it was like you knew anyway. He constantly called you stupid, but he was always lying through his teeth.

But now… Now you stare at him with terrified eyes as you scratch and kick at him. It’s so painful, it hurts so bad, and because of that he continues to sob. He’s never cried like this before… He feels fucking pathetic. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. How is it even possible for him to feel this way? How did he let himself get so attached? He just wants it to stop.

He wants it all to go away.

He just wants you to– no, needs you to remember him, even though he knows it's impossible.

The fact that he did this to himself without thinking twice is what makes everything much more frustrating.

Does he regret erasing himself from irminsul? No, he doesn’t. But… Still…

His mind goes numb as his hands tighten around your throat a little more. At this point, you’re shaking like a leaf, worried that you won’t make it out alive. “I’m not a freak, you lowly human.” He seethes and instinctively hurls back an insult. Scaramouche hardly cares about what others think of him, but hearing you call him such a thing with genuine malice bothers him.

Meanwhile, all you can do is think about how to escape. You’ve never met this man before a day in your life… Why is he doing this? You wonder if he’s mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps he’s going through a psychotic episode. You try to reason out the situation, but there’s really no point. Your heart is beating so fast that it might just burst. 

“S…Sc… Sca… Scar…” You murmur out fragments of a word, and Scaramouche’s eyes widen. Scar? Are you going to say ‘Scaramouche’? Without thinking, he lets go of you and lifts himself up a little, giving you ample opportunity to escape his clutches. You shoot your leg up and knee him as hard as you can before crawling away. “Scared…” You finish your word. 

“I’m scared… Please, just leave me alone!”

Tears start streaming down your face, and that makes two of you. Scaramouche is too stunned to move as he watches you run the other way. When he realizes that you’re no longer in his grasp, he freaks out. “Get back here!”

It can’t end like this…

No, it absolutely can’t.

He won’t let it.

He’ll hunt you down to the edges of this earth. He’ll grab you, cage you, embrace you until the warmth of his presence is the only reason why you live and breathe. Scaramouche jumps to his feet and begins to chase you.

Your feet burn as you race across the grassy forest of Sumeru, desperate to escape with your life. You jump over roots, dodge stray rocks, and dash through little streams of water. Your breathing grows so heavy that your lungs burn, and your head begins to spin. You run for what feels like hours, and unwillingly, you collapse onto your knees. 

You clutch at your chest and cough. Everything burns so badly… 

Everything hurts… Why does everything hurt?

But at least you’re free now.

Or so you thought.

“Did you really think you could run away from me?”

A violent voice rang out from the darkness. Before you could even react, you were pinned down to the ground again. It was futile- so utterly futile to think you can escape him. You’re so dizzy that you can’t make out the words that he’s saying. He’s yelling something- you can tell from the way his mouth is moving. All you can make out is the word ‘remember.’ 

But you stop looking at him- opting to look at the stars instead. They’re so beautiful… So far away.

Scaramouche notices the way you’re dissociating and backhands you. He brings you back down to earth. “Are you ignoring me?” His anger boils into pure rage. The past you would never ignore him… The past you would never dare to run away from him. 

Scaramouche shakes your shoulders as he yells more obscenities at you.

He’s shaking you so harshly that your head hits the ground multiple times.

He shakes you so hard that your skull collides with a stone beneath your head.

When he sees blood, his eyes widen.

“W-wait,” his breath hitches. “I didn’t mean to do that.” His voice comes out barely above a whisper as he watches you black out from beneath him.

“(Y/n)?” He calls out.

“(Y/n), wake up.”

He shakes you just a little more, careful to not hurt you this time.

“I order you to wake up!” He uses one hand to grab your face tightly, trying to get you to react, but you don’t.

Scaramouche panics before placing his ear against your chest, searching for a pulse. When he hears the soft beating, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. All he does then is hold you close to him, refusing to let go. You’re just as warm as ever… So, so soft. He’s trembling like a leaf.

He can’t help but think that this is so unlike him.

When you’re around, it’s like he becomes an entirely different person.

He closes his eyes and buries his face in your neck while breathing in your scent. Even though he erased himself from this world, you remain mostly unchanged. 

All he wants is you.

Scaramouche doesn’t care that you hate him right now. Yes, it stings, but he’ll get you to love him again… You don’t have a choice. He’ll spend day and night getting you to fall for him. It’ll be just like before. You’ll smile at him, whisper sweet nothings into his ear again, and tease him until he gets red in the face. Just like usual. 

God, he fucking hates how you make him feel.

But he needs it so badly.

As he rises to his feet, he holds you gently in his arms, taking special care of your head. Your blood drips onto his arms, but it doesn’t bother him. He’ll get you patched up and healed in no time. Then he’ll keep you by his side… Forever… Just like before. 

You’re not allowed to forget about him.

You’re not allowed to live a life without him.

You belong to him…

And he belongs to you.

[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️lavender haze❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X single mom Cherrie!

Word count: 14k

Summary: in which it’s hard to hate someone who fits into your chaotic family perfectly.

Cherrie could only look at her assistant In absolute shock, mouth dropping open in disbelief as she looked around the now, mostly empty room to see if anybody else was hearing this bullshit.

Because surely she wasn't hearing what she thought she was hearing , there was absolutely no way.

Right?

She blinked quickly, hands pressed firmly to her hips as she shot her irritated glare over to the bane of her existence instead. Deciding to blame him instead, because there was no way that her sweet assistant and close friend . Was the one that had brought this hell upon her, no way.

Not when she and the rest of the whole fucking world knew how much she despised him. No way!

"What did you do?!" She snapped at Charles immediately before he could even think to breathe in her direction. Gritting her teeth when he slowly turned back around from where he had been trying to creep away out of the room, already knowing just how she was about to react.

He himself wasn't taking the news very well, but that was the difference between him and his teammate. He could calmly just go with the flow and nod along , Cherrie could not.

I mean, for fucks sake, her motto in life was get mad and get even! What the hell were their team thinking with this idea?! Were they trying to make sure that he would never have babies in the future? Because that was what was going to happen if he stood too close to a furious Cherrie right now!

He looked over at her in equal annoyance, huffing loudly. Immediately offended by her assumption that this whole idea was his fault! It was definitely not! He wasn't asking to be murdered by a insane, hot tempered , mouthy woman who had balls of steel. Just on her chest instead!

"I didn't do anything! Do you really think that I would willingly demand to spend more time that I need to with you?!" He snapped back at her , glaring at her hatefully. Easily falling into their usual nasty back and forth.

A game of who could last the longest in a battle of insults and shouting until one of them stormed off and cried themselves to sleep. And well, it definitely wasn't Cherrie , he'll tell you that much!

He didn't think he had ever even seen her shed a single tear! She didn't cry, she smacked the shit out of people instead. How on hells planet could they think that arranging for them to travel the whole week together was a good plan? Did they honestly think that the two of them were going to escape this little trip unscathed?

Charles would count it lucky if he made it out with both of his legs still attached! She was terrifying!

Angelina, Cherrie’s assistant and friend , was stood a little behind them as she rolled her eyes and groaned to herself in misery . Sick of the sight of the two teammates always arguing . Which was also the exact reason that their principal had suggested this little bonding trip in the first place, to try and help them to get along a little better.

Because it didn't look good for the team to have two drivers that couldn't go a minute without arguing and without Cherrie threatening him in some way or another.

A lot of people liked to say that Cherrie had gotten her hot temper and bad attitude from her dad, who was also a former world champion in his prime before he retired. He had a reputation of taking not shit and doing whatever the hell he wanted, including telling many a man who he simply didn't like , to fuck off before he made them.

The Ferrari team almost had horrific flashbacks the day that they watched his daughter turn to look at Charles, her new teammate at the time, with a look on her face that could kill even the strongest man.

Utterly furious because Charles had accidentally blocked her from passing him on the track, she had took it upon herself to let him know just how unhappy she was with him in that moment .

It had taken three members of their team to separate them when the screaming match and pointing accusing fingers at each other had begun , thus from that day on a nasty relationship between the two of them had been born.

Simply because of one missunderstanding , Charles now had to deal with a hot headed teammate who couldn't stand the sight of him at all. At first he had tried to apologise to her, tried to make things right between them. Because at the end of the day she was his teammate and he had honestly wanted to be friends, he had admired her since their karting days and always dreamed of working side by side with her like this.

But that had all went to shit the moment he felt his blood stir and skin prickle whenever she so even as much glanced at him. She got underneath his skin and suddenly he couldn't shut his mouth up.

It baffled the rest of the drivers and their friends , because Charles was not a confrontational man. He hated arguing and he didn't get into fights, didn't even argue with his own team when they were wrong. He was the more polite and calm one, the man that wouldn't even step on a fly.

So they could only watch in absolute disbelief as Charles snapped back at her all the time with childish and petty comments , knowing for a fact that Cherrie would want the last word between them. Sometimes they argued and bickered for hours and once Charles had even gotten into the passenger seat of her car just so they could continue arguing before they went go home.

He didn't know why he did it or why he just couldn't stop himself from stirring the pot and making their already tense and flammable relationships worse. He didn't understand why every time he saw her infuriatingly pretty face in front of him, he had to go over to her and bother her until she snapped at him to fuck off. starting yet another argument between them when Charles refused to fuck off like she demanded.

Was some of this tension and prolonged nastiness his fault? Maybe. A little bit. But she started it and now it was as though neither of them wanted it to end! Neither one of them would put their pride aside and just apologise to each other and move on.

And well, their team had enough of seeing them at each other's throats and put their plan in motion.

They were to spend a week together , handing them a camera and telling them to film a few pieces of their days together so they could show the fans that the two teammates didn't hate each other. (They did) and so they could put up this United and totally false front that everything was okay between them, that they totally didn't hear Cherrie regularly cuss him out over the radio at nearly every race.

And they totally didn't watch Charles deliberately mutter things that he knew would piss her off mid conference , smirking to himself when she would pause her talking just to glare over at him and tell him to 'say it again to her fucking face this time you prick!' Her words exactly.

Now both of them were stuck in a situation that neither of the two drivers wanted to be in. Both glaring at each other and both refusing to give in.

"You can't expect me to do this Angelina!" She turned to whine to her assistant instead, placing her hands over her heated cheeks stressfully.

"I'll kill him! And I'm too pretty for prison! Plus, do they even do vegan food in jail? I wouldn't last! Why are you doing this to me? Why?!" She groaned out in misery , genuinely feeling sick at the thought of travelling with Charles to her home too.

She didn't want him there! Didn't want him in a space that was just her own! Didn't want to give him anymore blackmail material.

Hell, she hasn't been home in a while, had she even cleaned the dishes before she left? What if angel's toys were still scattered around the floor? Charles would definitely fall over them and probably break his stupid ankle and then open his big , stupid mouth and blame her for it. He'd probably say she did it on purposes too!

And This was the first time in a two weeks that she was going to be able to see her baby again. She didn't want Charles there for it! Didn't want her baby to see the way that her mother was a little bit of a cunt whenever her teammate was around. That wasn't a very good influence for her to witness at all!

God! This couldn't get any worse!

Meanwhile , while Cherrie was having her little breakdown in the corner . Charles was stood leaning against the wall opposite her and rolling his eyes at her usual dramatics.

"You're being ridiculous! You're not gonna end up in prison.." he breathed out in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to glare over at her.

Cherrie slowly lifted her head and squinted her eyes at him threateningly . "Really? Is that a challenge?" She hissed at him, taking a step towards him.

Charles cleared his throat and darted his eyes away from hers for a moment , a little bit intimidated. Like always. Because thoighbshe may have been pretty, she was scary as fuck when she wanted to be!

He just pursed his lips and didn't answer to her threat. Deciding to be the bigger person. And not at all because he was scared of her. Not at all! Just .. just preserving his voice and his energy for their trip. That's all.

Angelina sighed and shook her head at her friend "I'm sorry Cherrie but you'll just have to push through this and pretend that you like him for a week. I'm sure it'll be okay." She told her with a sympathetic pat to the back, both of them ignoring Charles offended look.

Cherrie paid her scowling teammate no mind. Instead she raked her fingers through her hair with a upset frown.

"I can't! I'm a terrible liar! The hatred will show on my face Angelina!" She whined again. Pouting like a child.

Charles had enough of her speaking about him like he wasn't even there. He scoffed and reached for her arm, dragging her along to the exit door with him to get this shit on the road .

The sooner they started their trip, the sooner it would end. With him, hopefully unharmed!

"That's enough! Let's go! We've got a three hour drive to Paris first! They've booked us some fancy hotel." He instructed her firmly , still dragging her cursing ass along.

Cherrie yanked her arm from his grip and gave his back a shove, nearly sending him flying into the nearest flower pot outside the doors.

She glared over her shoulder at her assistant who was just casually waving goodbye with a sly smile on her face as she watched the two of them shove at each other like little kids, refusing to let the other one out of the door first.

It took a minute but Cherrie managed to trip Charles up and quickly push past him, smirking smugly to herself as she glanced behind her to see her teammate glaring at her as he pulled himself away from the bush she had shoved him into.

"Keys!" She demanded to him, holding out her hand impatiently.

Charles looked at her like she was insane , scoffing loudly as he stomped past her over to his Ferrari. Hearing her quickened steps behind him as she repeated her demand again.

"No fucking way! You're not driving my car! I'm driving!" He argued . Getting into the drivers seat and looking at her through the passenger side window as she refused to get in.

Cherrie rose a eyebrow at him, titling her head. "I'm driving! I am not spending the next three and half hours fiddling my fucking thumbs Charles! Get out and pass me the keys now!" She snapped at him, not giving in.

Charles narrowed his eyes at her, gritting his teeth. "Get in! Stop being so stubborn! You're making this trip even longer!" He shouted at her, already feeling his blood boil just at the sight of her arrogant , stupidly pretty face trying to tell him what to do.

Let her drive his Ferrari? Was she mad? There was in hell that he was ever letting her behind the wheel of his precious car. No fucking way!

Cherrie put on the same face that she gave her toddler whenever she was doing something wrong , only scarier. Eyes hard and voice firm as she tapped her foot impatiently at him, eyes narrowing as she gritted out one last time.

"Give me the keys Charles. This is the last time I'm asking.." the warning in her voice was clear.

Charles averted his eyes from her glare, shivering slightly .

He swallowed. Christ that poor kid. He thought to himself . She had that pissed off mother stance to a T.

Charles dared to shake his head no "no! I'm driving! End of discussion!" He said.

Silence. Tense . Terrifying silence .

Then Charles slowly glanced over to her again and groaned loudly as he saw the look on her face, instantly caving in. He got out of the drivers seat with a loud , pissed off huff, practically throwing the keys at her as he got into the passenger seat of his own car in angered silence.

Cherrie just smugly smirked to herself as she got into the drivers seat with a pleased little sigh , turning on the engine as she glanced over at a pouting Charles in amusement.

He was refusing to even look at her. Mortified by how one hard stare from her had him crumbling like a nervous little boy. Christ. If his friends could see him now... He would never live it down.

They were already teasing him for the way he couldn't leave her alone. Already gave him shit for the way he would vocally go against her in public but do exactly as she demanded in private.

Now was no different.

Why is it always the prettiest ones that are the most batshit crazy ones? It really wasn't fair!

At first glance, you would assume that she could have been a fallen Angel with the Looks she had. Beautiful siren eyes and a button nose, sharp cheekbones and freckles that only ever appeared after a hour in the sun. Big, pouty lips that are permanently flushed a dark pink..

She was the most beautiful woman that Charles had ever seen. But he knew better now.

Because while she may have looked like his dream woman, she was actually the devil in disguise. And honestly she gave him more nightmares than she did dreams!

There was nothing scarier than a beautiful woman's wrath. She had the looks that could kill... literally!

They had been driving for a little over a hour in tense , horrific silence when Charles finally had enough.

Glancing away from the window , where he had been stubbornly facing for the last hour . And over to Cherrie instead , seeing her pursed lips and tense shoulders, he sighed loudly.

"You're driving too slow." He muttered to her moodily , arms crossed over his chest . Keeping his eyes on the side of her face, watching the way her eye twitched and jaw tightened when he spoke.

Smirking to himself where she tightened her fingers around the wheel in a death grip, inhaling deeply.

She didn't even look at him as she spoke lowly "I'm driving safely." She corrected him.

Charles groaned "you're driving like a old woman! You're gonna turn a three hour drive into a five hour one at this rate!" He complained. Exaggerating completely .

Because honestly, she was driving just fine and at a good pace. Charles was just bored and wanted to annoy her again. Not liking the silence that had settled between them, it made him uneasy.

Whereas bickering was a familiar thing between them and when she scoffed at his audacity, he could feel his own shoulders relaxing again.

"Shut up! Unlike you Charles, I have somebody waiting for me at home." She took a low blow at his constant singleness. "I have to be safe for Angel! I can't be a good mother if I'm a dead one!"

Ouch.

Charles took a deep breath and decided to look over her jab at his love life (it didn't exist. Not since he had met her. He chose not to think about why he couldn't even look at another woman or why she was all that was on his mind.)

Instead he looked at her a little curiously , still finding it hard to believe that the woman who often threatened to run him over with his own car was the same woman that was a mother to a adorable little two year old.

"I still can't believe that you have baby ." He admitted to her quietly , still remembering the pure shock he had felt when she took a year leave with a 'medical issue' only to return not even a year later with a cute little baby strapped to her.

Charles had thought he was dreaming when she walked into the Ferrari lounge with a baby. He had only been able to watch from afar as she casually talked to the mechanics as though nothing was strange at all.

Charles had been too scared to go over to her or even see the baby up close . Knowing how much she despised him had kept him away.

Instead he kept up with her life on Instagram . Seeing the cute pictures she posted of Angel all the time , and even ones of the two of them together at home . A completely different image to the tough, ice woman that he worked with.

It was hard for him to digest. Unable to put the two of them together as the same damn woman. It was just...weird . honestly.

Cherrie glanced over at him with a frown "what? Why not?" She muttered confused to what he was going on about.

Charles just shrugged a little "I mean .. I can't picture you being all soft and cuddly. Or playing dolls and braiding hair.. I only know you as someone that pulls hair out and kicks anyone who even try's to hug you.." he told her honestly, his cheeks flushing with colour for some reason .

Unable to meet her eyes for very long once he noticed the look she was giving him. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated her answer , feeling a little weird talking to Charles about her life at all.

The two of them had never really just talked... all they did was argue. Cherrie didn't even think that she knew what his favourite colour was. And he didn't know hers either. They just weren't that close. Not like that at least.

"It's different when I'm at home. I leave work at work... plus Angel is my baby. She's everything to me. And I love her. So.. I don't know. I'm not some aggressive asshole all the time Charles.." she muttered not really knowing how to explain herself, awkwardly pulling at her necklace once she was finished speaking.

Charles slowly nodded his head, picking at a thread in his jeans as he glanced over to her again.

"I know but.." he trailed off as he caught the way the sun steamed through the window and highlighted her face. His breath catching in his throat for a moment.

He fumbled for the camera that their team had given them in his lap, quickly turning it on and pointing it in her direction . Filming her just as the light hit her perfectly .

Cherrie glanced at the camera with a frown . Giving him a startled look.

He flushed "we've got to film remember? Just- just thought we could start it now. To tell them what we're doing and we're we are going." He lied, stammering slight over his excuse.

Because there was no way in hell that Charles was going to admit that he wanted to capture how beautiful she looked driving with the sun beaming down on her perfectly. That was a secret he would keep forever.

Cherrie hummed in understanding, smiling at the camera as she realised that he was right. They needed to her some footage at least, otherwise their team would kill them.

"We're going to Paris for the night before heading down to mallory.." she told the camera as she concentrated back on the road .

Charles looked at her in confusion “mallory?"

She laughed a little "yeah. It's a smaller place on the outside of France. It's where I live . A very beautiful place , nice and quite." She told him before nodding to the tripod attached the car. "Put the camera on there, you need to be in the frame too!" She said.

Charles did as she said before leaning back in his seat, glancing between the camera and a humming Cherrie beside him. Fidgeting a little awkwardly in his seat.

"I've never heard of it. I always just assumed that you lived in Paris.. you're always here." He said to her, thinking about all the press photos and video he had seen of her in Paris. He just assumed it was because she lived there.

She shook her head , laughing a little. Missing the way his eyes dilated and his stare froze on her smiling lips as she laughed. Not used to seeing her do that around him.

His stomach fluttered and cheeks flushed as he quickly glanced away from her and back to the camera instead .

"No, no. I just have friends there. I like to party with them in Paris when I'm free. I do love it here but ..it's too busy and I'd never get any peace." She told him honestly , surprised at how easily it was to talk to him normally like this . It made her feel a little uneasy.

Charles hummed in understanding , hesitating before deciding to just ask her what he was thinking .

"Do you- have you thought about moving to Monaco? Most of the drivers have..."

Cherrie shook her head , looking over at him for a moment as she came to stop light . Meeting his eyes and noticing the way he was fidgeting with his sleeve, she relaxed a little in her seat.

Realising that she wasn't the only one that was nervous about spending so much time together.

"I have but.. my dad and mom live here and that's who Angel stays with while I'm racing. I don't just want to upheave her life and have so many changes while she's still so young." She admitted to him, facing the front again when the light went green.

He smiled a little "yeah I get it . Do-it must be hard then. Having to be away from her for so long.. you rarely bring her along to the races too.." he muttered more to himself but she still heard him. "At least.. I haven't seen her around. Unless you've been hiding her from me." He chuckled to make it seem like a joke.

Though there was a big part of him that thought that she just didn't want him meeting her baby, he wouldn't exactly be someone that she wanted in her private life was he?

He wondered why the thought of her going out of her way to avoid him stung so much. He should be used to it by now really.

He knew that she didn't like him. He didn't like her either .. I mean, not really. She got on his nerves and made him want to rip his hair out half the time.

So why did he even care that she didn't bring along her baby to their races and why he hadn't even been introduced. Why would she?

Despite his lighthearted tone, Cherrie caught the way he wouldn't look at her and noticed the darkening flush up his neck and cheeks.

She sighed, feeling guilty . Because she had, maybe a little bit , been avoiding him around the paddock when she was with Angel. She usually just stayed with one of the other drivers until she could go back to her hotel room with her baby and relax .

It wasn't malicious and she hadn't meant to leave him out like that. It was just that she didn't want her baby to witness the two of them arguing like they usually did. That wasn't the example that she wanted to set.

How was she supposed to advocate for kindness when she could bare give any to her own teammate? It was hypocritical.

And as she sat beside a nervous Charles, driving his own Ferrari after making him give her the keys. She felt a little bad.

Fucking hell. She groaned in her head.

"I do miss her and- I've only just recently been comfortable with taking her on a plane. She's nearly three soon and she's a little menace honestly.." she chuckled a little just at the thought of Angel , she was hard work that was for sure.

Charles eyes widened , inhaling deeply. "Wow! Nearly three already? Has it really been that long?" He exclaimed in shock. The years having only felt like months to him.

Had him and Cherrie really spent years arguing? Years! Plural? Fucking hell!

Cherrie laughed loudly , nodding along to his shocked face. Agreeing with him in amusement.

"I knowwww! Don't even .." she shook her head with a grin "I can't believe it either. One day she was crawling and the next days running away at every chance she gets! You should see her... she does this thing we're she.." she giggled loudly mid sentence "she likes to hug people but.. I have to check her after. She once hugged max and when he was gone I found his wallet in her dungaree pocket!"

Charles gasped loudly, breaking into laughter at the thought of max being mugged by a toddler.

"Oh my god!" He giggled along with her , shaking his head in amusement . Grinning at her widely "you've raised a criminal! Should I be worried?" He joked not expecting that he would be meeting her anytime soon.

But he got a shock when Cherrie just smirked over at him . "Just make sure that you hide any money. She's got sticky fingers. You'll see what I mean tomorrow." She said casually as she pulled up to the valet or their hotel for the night.

Charles froze in shock, eyes widening as he looked at her in surprise. Heart flipping in his chest.

"I get to meet Angel?" He breathed out in disbelief. A twinge of excitement hitting him at the thought of finally meeting mini cherrie. Having spent so long just wondering what kind of kid she had.

Did she have her mother's attitude? Did she have her high pitched giggle? Did she have her smile?

There was so many things he wanted to know.

Cherrie just laughed lightly as they got out of the car, handing the keys to the valet as Charles hurried after her into the hotel.

"Yeah, of course. I'm getting her from my dads in the morning. I'm taking her to a few of the races with us. It's time she gets used to it a bit more." She told him simply , pulling him over to the reception to get their room key.

Charles could only stare at the floor to ceiling mirrors silently as she got their key, eyes trained on their reflection. Her arm was still hooked in his own as she talked to the woman behind the desk. Glancing over at him with a pretty smile as she showed him the key card happily .

They looked good together. Was all Charles could think to himself as he followed her to the elevator silently . Stuck in his own running thoughts.

Three years. Was all he could repeat in his head.

Time sure went by fast when you spent it pretending to hate someone.

By the time the sun went down and the stars started to glitter across the sky, the two of them had fallen into a strange silence. Both of them in the same room but thankfully with two different beds.

They had spent the last few hours making awkward small talk in front of the camera before Cherrie finally had enough of it and escaped out to the balcony with a bottle of wine instead.

Leaving Charles in the kitchen on his own as he put the camera up on one of the cabinets so that it was filming him , glancing over to the balcony one last time and getting a glimpse of Cherrie tucked up on a chair with a fluffy dressing gown wrapped around her, on the phone with somebody while she avoided him.

Pursing his lips he turned back around to look at the ingredients he had spread out onto the kitchen counter while looking for something to bake to busy himself with .

"I was going to make some cupcakes but-I Remembered that Cherrie is vegan and.." he gave a small helpless shrug as he read over the recipe on his phone again to make sure that he had everything right in front of him. "I don't know- I found this recipe but I don't know if it'll be any good. I don't really- I don't want to give her food poisoning or anything .. she'll definitely kill me if I do.." he muttered to the camera , stressed.

But then he sighed and gave another shrug , grabbing the ingredients and getting to work.

"But I'll try. And if they turn out shit then this never happened. She'll never know.. I think that-" he paused for a moment to mix the batter he was making together. Double checking the recipe on his phone again.

"They always say that the way to someone's heart is through food right? Like-I don't know.. maybe not with Cherrie." He wondered out loud, honestly forgetting for a moment that this footage was going to be posted on their account for the world to see.

He started to pour the batter into the cupcake tray that he had found . "She's picky though. I once watched her reject a guy just because he bought her flowers.." he smirked a little remembering that day.

He looked straight at the camera in amusement "she has hay fever. So not a very good idea.. she was pissed because she had told him that too. But apparently he didn't think she was serious.." he laughed "he didn't last more than a minute."

"Plus she's not a flowers girl. If I was going to turn up at her door for a first date I'd probably-" he laughed a little to himself, still in his own head as he put the cupcakes into the heated oven.

"I'd probably get her a bottle of raspberry vodka. She loves it.." he muttered before jumping up onto the counter to wait for them to cook, glancing over his shoulder to peer over at the balcony , watching as Cherrie gazed up to the sky with a peaceful look on her pretty face.

He sighed.

About half an hour later Cherrie wandered back inside once it got too chilly for her to sit comfortably in. Glancing around the room as she cautiously wandered into the kitchen to see what Charles was doing, feeling bad for just leaving him on his own when she knew that they were meant to be filming together.

But she just couldn't help it. Being so close to him and knowing that there was no one else around them, that the were going to be sharing the same room, twin beds only a few feet apart ..

It was overwhelming and she didn't know what to do or say. What did she say to man that she had spent the last few years of her life arguing with over petty things?

Just yesterday she had threatened to put laxatives in his drink after he had tripped her up on the way to a meeting. And now she was being forced to take him home with her and to get along with him to make everybody happy .. it was weird . She didn't know what to do.

She was so used to the arguing and insulting , the back and forth , the snide remarks and mean looks to each other.

How was she supposed to just be nice to him? She didn't know how to .

She awkwardly cleared her throat to get his attention , a small , tense smile on her lips as she watched him jump about a foot into the air with a girly scream.

"Holy shit!" He almost squealed in shock, panting as he placed his hand over his racing heart. Looking at her with wide eyes , having been so focused on icing the cakes that he hadn't heard her come in.

"Don't do that! You scared me!"

Cherrie huffed a laugh, tired and little tipsy from the wine she had drank on the balcony. She slowly walked over to him .

"What are you doing? What have you made?" She asked him curiously . Frowning at him when he suddenly stood in front of her and blocked her view of the counter .

His cheeks flushing as he quickly shook his head, not wanting her to witness his attempt at baking her something. It hasn't turned out like the recipe had said it would at all!

They were slightly burned and incredibly dense. Also strangely heavy.. he didn't know what he had done wrong but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Cherrie anymore than he already had.

"Nothing! Nothing! Er-" he stammered for a lie, coming up with nothing.

Cherrie watched him nervously ruffle his hair, raising her eyebrow at him in curiosity. Trying to peek over his shoulder to see what had him so fidgety.

"It's obviously something Charles! Let me look!"

He shook his head rapidly "no!"

She groaned and shoved him aside, startling him enough that he moved .

She paused as she glanced down at the plate full of..some type of cake? It was honestly hard to tell. Half of them were white as paper and the other half were burnt. With mushy icing that was slipping down onto the plate in a sticky mess.

She glanced back at Charles, smiling a little to herself once she saw his red face. And The way he wouldn't look at her.

She laughed a little "you tried to make cupcakes?" She guessed. Picking one up cautiously as she tapped the rock hard top in amusement.

Charles peeked over at her anxiously bedore swallowing and shrugging a little. "Er- I made them for you." He muttered , looking away from her again.

Cherrie frowned "I can't have-" she started to tell him that she couldn't eat it but Charles quick cut her off .

"It's Vegan. Probably why it went so wrong." He mumbled , picking at his fingers as he looked stubbornly away from her. Not wanting to see her laugh at him.

But there was only silence as Cherrie looked at him in shock. Glancing back down at the fucked up cupcake with a strange feeling in her chest.

Any joke or insult about his terrible baking dying on her tongue as she swallowed. Feeling a rush of flattery that he had went out of her way to try and make her something like this , just because he wanted to.

No one had ever done that for her before.

So she nudged Charles shoulder gently to get his attention again, smiling at him a little when he cautiously looked back at her.

His eyes growing twice in size as he watch her bring the burnt cake up to her lips, his heart leaping in his throat as he flushed even deeper.

"You don't have to eat it! It's probably horrible! Honestly - I don't even know why-" he started to ramble , completely embarrassed.

But Cherrie just took a bite and chewed carefully, keeping her face neutral even when she got to a particularly weird and oddly salty part of the cake.

Did he mix the salt for the sugar? She wondered to herself , holding back a grimace as she swallowed it down.

She smiled at him, shaking her head gently. "It's not that bad! Really.. it's different ya know?" She told him positively , forcing the rest of the cupcake down just so she didn't have to see the upset look on his face anymore.

Charles brightened , looking at her hopefully. "Really? You like it?" He started to grin , his mood lightening as she smiled at him softly.

Nodding her head as she wiped the crumbs from her mouth, reaching for a bottle of water from the fridge before she choked on how dry it was.

"I do! It's really good. It tasted delicious. You did a good job!" She lied, patting his arm a little awkwardly . Not knowing how to be nice but she was trying. That counted as something right?

Charles flushed , laughing sheepishly as he scratched at his neck shyly.

"Thanks. You really like it?" He couldn't believe it, pride filling him when she picked up another one with a smile.

She swallowed "I do! I'm gonna take this one with me..I'm gonna call my dad to say goodnight and then go to sleep.." she told him quietly , planning to hide the cake in the bin in the bathroom when he was asleep.

Charles smiled at her and nodding in understanding.

“Yeah.. I'll just clean this up and then go to sleep too. We- are you- what time are we picking up angel tomorrow?" He hesitantly asked her.

Not sure if he was allowed to bring up her baby so casually .

But his nerves were for nothing because Cherrie just smiled and said "around ten. We're gonna have lunch with my parents though. Is that alright? We can film a little bit there..."

Charles exhaled shakily, slowly nodding his head. "Yeah. Yeah.. that's good. Goodnight Cherrie.." he muttered , smiling a little at her. Mind racing with thoughts of how their week would go.

As the two of them slowly pulled up at her parents house, Cherrie glanced over to see Charles nervously chewing at his lip as he eyed the front door as though something was going to jump out and attack him.

"You good?" She muttered to him as they got out of the car. Glancing at Charles a little worriedly when she heard him take deep breaths, clearly trying to calm himself down.

It was a little funny that flying around the track at unfathomable speeds didn't scare him. But meeting her parents and her toddler did.

Charles shook out his slightly shaky hands and nodded his head. Putting on a brave face as he hung back slightly behind her as she opened the door and casually walked into the house, motioning for him to follow her.

"Yeah.. is there anything I shouldn't say?" He murmured to her worriedly . I mean, her dad was a legend in f1. But apart from all of his championships he was also known for his hot headiness and bluntness. Just like his daughter.. it was obviously where she had gotten her attitude from.

He could only hope that her two year old wasn't as scary.

Cherrie just laughed and patted his back "he's really nice Charles. Don't overthink it. It's Angel you should worry about.." she muttered in amusement just before hurried steps could be heard coming there way.

Then a loud , excited shriek as a tiny body came flying her way. Cherrie easily bending down to lift Angel up into her arms and spinning her around, kissing all over the Squealing toddlers face.

"Mommy!" Angel gasped loudly with a large toothy grin , wiggling in her arms excitedly . "Mommy!"

Then her dad and mother came around the corner , both of them immediately pulling her into a quick hug as they all laughed at her baby's excitement now that she was home

"She's been talking about seeing the races nonstop." Her dad told her In amusement , proud that his granddaughter was so interested in it too.

Then he glanced beside her to see Charles nervously looking between them, not knowing what to do or say.

Cherries mom, Lola , smiled brightly at him. "Well hello! You must be Charles! Cherrie has told me a lot about you!" She told him , pulling him into a hug as well.

Charles winced "so nothing good then." He glanced at her dad uneasily.

He just snorted and glanced at him with a small

Smirk . "You'd be surprised." Was all he muttered, stopping sharply at the sound of Cherrie hissing at him to shut up.

Cheeks flushing when Charles looked at her confused, having expected her to bash him within an inch of his life to her parents.

Cherrie just cleared her throat and carefully placed Angel back down onto her feet, the toddler glancing up at Charles with big eyes, curiosity on her chubby face.

"Come on! I've got to finish making dinner but you guys head out into the garden!" Her mother ushered them out before demanding her dad to help her in the kitchen.

He did so but not before giving Charles another look, seeming confused at the sight of him.

He then looked at his daughter in amusement "no more blondes?" Was all he joked before quickly leaving the room before Cherrie could even mutter a word.

Charles looked at her confusion "what does he mean?"

She quickly shook her head. "Nothing! Come on!" She quickly left the hall and pulled Angel along to the garden. Charles following them.

Ten minutes later and Charles was sat crossed legged on the blanket that had been laid out on the grass, a plastic tiara on his head as he held onto a tiny teacup in his hand , blinking up at the toddler stood in front of him proudly.

Admiring her work on him, she tapped her little finger against her chin theatrically while Charles glanced behind him to see Cherrie happily sat at the patio table with her dad, not at all worried about her baby dragging Charles away. She had just shooed him off with a knowing smirk , amused at the way Charles had looked between the two of them in shock, amazed by just how Similar they were.

Both demanding and had no problem dragging him about .

Even now as he looked back to the two a half year old stood in front of him, he could only gaze at her in awe. His earlier questions answered.

She had cherries big eyes . The sea , the sky and the stars all one one. With the same cute dimples when she smiled and the same sassy attitude , not shy in her demands in the slightest.

"Mommy makes a better princess than you." Angel told him point blank. Looking unimpressed with him as he struggled to hold onto the tiny teacup properly , almost dropping it underneath her hard stare .

Shit. He smirked to himself a little in amusement. Of course her toddler was just as intimidating as Cherrie was . He really shouldn't have expected any different .

He rose his eyebrow at her, trying not to laugh at the way she was staring him down. An exact replica of her mother who also gave him the same look when he had done something she didn't approve of.

"I'd say you're mommy is more like the queen. Princesses follow orders and she does not." He told Angel seriously , adjusting the bright pink feathered scarf around his neck.

Angel had almost strangled him with it when she pushed him onto the grass and told him that she was going to make him look pretty.

Charles was almost sure that he had seen Cherrie take a photo of him, not doubt to blackmail him with later.

Angel titled her head, gasping loudly. "You're right! Queen mommy.. you're like.." she tapped her cheek again in thought , taking his words very seriously.

She looked him up and down with a scrunch of her tiny nose . "The person that serves her!" She grinned at him toothily.

Charles could only gape at her, insulted at being downgraded from a princess to a god damn servant

"Why can't I be the king?" He wanted to know, looking at her with a offended frown.

Angel just giggled mischievously, plopping down on the blanket in front of him. Dressed in a bright blue sparkly dress, her own crown sitting proudly on her head as she pretended to pour herself a drink from the plastic teapot.

"Cause' mommy doesn't need a king. She can do everything on her own! She told me that men are useless and that if you want something done right , you have to do it yourself!" She proudly informed him, happily snitching on her mother without a single bit of hesitation.

She was like a parrot and just like her mother, she had absolutely no filter at all.

Charles paused with the tiny teacup held in front of his mouth , looking at the toddler in amusement and curiosity.

Glancing back over his shoulder to see Cherrie laughing at something her dad had said , leaning over to him to show him something on her phone.

He watched the way her eyes scrunched up and her dimples deepened as she laughed happily, head thrown back and shoulders shaking as she slapped at her dads shoulder . The two of them giggling like little kids.

He felt his breath hitch at the sight of her smiling like that, quickly looking away with a slight flush to his face .

Nearly flinching as he met Angel's eyes dead on, the toddler already watching him with a grin on her chubby little face. Looking smug at having caught him gazing at her mother with his mouth dropped open.

Kill him now.

He cleared his throat a little "sometimes it's nice to have someone to help you though. Every king needs a queen by his side.." he muttered to her , holding out his plastic teacup for her to pour him another pretend drink .

Angel shook her head with a giggle "but every queen doesn't need a king! Mommy said that men just waste her time." She told him bluntly "I heard her telling grandma."

Charles chuckled, amused by her easily ratting her mother out. Knowing that he was the last person that she would want knowing her business.

But he was too scared to ask Cherrie anything, so he decided that he might as well as her toddler instead.

"Mommy's not had a boyfriend here then?" He asked her curiously, wondering how her being single was even possible.

She was one of the most beautiful women in the world, he had seen the way everyone's eyes were glued onto her figure whenever she walked into a room. She was sight to behold .

But Charles didn't think he had ever seen her even so much as glance twice at any of them. In fact , the last time he had seen pictures of her with another man was last summer. Some footballers In Paris , though he wasn't sure if it was any serious.

All he knew was that the photos of Cherrie sat on one of their laps on a yacht had made his stomach turn, and when she came back to the paddock , Charles had dialled up his annoyingness and bickered with her until she threatened to break all of fingernails off if he didn't leave her alone.

But he was the one sat in her parents backyard with her baby, playing princesses and having a pretend tea party . Not some arrogant footballer.

So who was really winning? He thought a little smugly to himself. Tapping his tiny teacup against Angel's gently .

Angel didn't even look at him as she answered, too focused on stuffing her face with fruit that cherries mom had given them.

"Nope but mommy has a lot of friends though." She mumbled around a mouthful of strawberry, holding out a piece of apple for him to take.

Charles glanced down at it with a small smile , taking it from her gently . Quickly eating it before squinting as the sun Beamed down into his eyes, obstructing his view for a moment.

He looked at the way Angel was squinting too, whining a little as she held up her tiny hand in front of her eyes. He quickly unhooked his sunglasses from his shirt and opened them open, leaning over the teapot to reach her.

He the gently slid his sunglasses over her eyes, laughing in amusement at the way they took over her whole face . She looked so cute.

"So no boyfriend then... that's good." He mumbled to himself , flinching a little in surprise when she leaned over and shove a strawberry into his mouth, almost choking him.

Angel looked at him confused as he started to splutter, quickly swallowing down the fruit and warily eyeing the next one that she picked up in her tiny hand.

"Why good?" She wanted to know, blinking at him expectantly.

Charles paused , flushing red. Having not even realised that he said it out loud.

He glanced behind him again, smiling a little as he caught cherries eyes on them.

Giving her a small wave and toasting his little teacup at her before looking back at Angel again, laughing nervously.

"I didn't say good." He lied.

Angel pulled a face at him "yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did! I'm telling mommy!" She threatened  him with a naughty grin on her face , going to stand back up from the blanket.

Charles quickly grabbed her chubby little leg and pulled her back down. Shaking his head rapidly , eyes widening in disbelief.

"No! None of that! Don't tell her otherwise she'll kill

Me." He told her , panicked at the thought of her finding out that he was happy that she was single.

The thought of having to explain himself to her was mortifying and not something he wanted to do, at all.

Angel giggled mischievously, holding her hand out to him . "Okay. I want that bracelet then." She pointed at his beaded bracelet with a dolphin charm on it that he had gotten from a market in Greece.

Charles looked at the toddler in disbelief, was he being blackmailed for her silence?

What the hell had Cherrie been teaching this kid?

"You're terrible. And here I thought that a girl called Angel would be sweet like one too.." he grumbled at her, smiling in amusement despite getting mugged by the nearly three year old.

He took off the bracelet and gently took ahold of her wrist , sliding it on and tightening it for her so it didn't slip off .

Angel just smiled smugly , giggling at him. "Mommy likes diamonds." Was all she told him before abruptly changing the subject and telling him that they were going to play hide and seek instead.

Leaving Charles to wonder what alternative universe he had stepped in where cherries daughter was hinting at him to buy her mother something expensive to get her to like him more.

Was this her toddlers way of giving him her approval?

Cherrie thought that she was dreaming as she sat beside Charles at the dining table , Angel sat beside him in her high chair. Having demanded that she be seated beside him, claiming him as her new best friend.

She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry as she watched Charles fit in perfectly with her chaotic family , her dad who usually hated every guy that was even in the same room as her, now chatting away to Charles casually .

Her dad nodded at her with a smirk "I'm surprised that you got here in one peace. The last time I spoke to her she told me that she was going to leave you at the gas station ." He told Charles in amusement , ignoring his daughters warning glare.

Cherrie flushed while Charles just looked over at her with a grin, not at all surprised .

"I'm surprised too. She told me that she was going to run me over with my own car yesterday." He snitched on her to her parents without any hesitation .

Smirking to himself when her mother gasped loudly and looked disapprovingly at her scowling daughter who was sinking lower in her seat by the minute.

"Cherrie! What have I told you about threatening people!" She scolded her before looking at her husband with a tut "this is you're fault! You've taught her to scare men!"

Her dad just snorted and nodded his head proudly. "She knows exactly where to smack someone to knock them out. We don't have to worry about anybody hurting her."

Her mother sighed exasperatedly "no! Instead we have to worry about her being arrested for attempted murder instead !" She exclaimed .

Cherrie rolled her eyes, smiling a little as she watched her baby giggle , stuffing her face with carrots . Her heart melting as she watched Angel share them with Charles , passing him one every time she ate one too.

Feeling something in her soften as she watched Charles smile fondly at her daughter , reaching over with a napkin to wipe the ketchup from her chubby cheeks.

Looking away with a smile, she paused with her fork halfway to her mouth as she met her parents amused gaze already on her. Having caught her gazing at Charles with hearts in her eyes.

She flushed and stuffed her face with food so she didn't have to speak.

Her dad laughed "so Charles...are you single?" He bluntly asked him, reaching for his bottle of beer.

Cherrie looked at him, gritting her teeth in mortification at how obvious he was being .

Charles glanced at Cherrie beside him for a moment, smiling a little at the sight of her blushing and uncomfortably shifting in her seat.

He chuckled and looked at her father with a small grin on his face . Immediately taking a liking to him, he really wasn't as scary as he thought he would be.

More like a guy you'd meet in a biker bar, one that would take you underneath his wing as soon as you proved that you could throw a dart and down some whiskey  without a flinch.

Charles couldn't do either of those things but judging by the lack of threats and smiles being sent his way, he had a feeling that her dad liked him anyways.

"Yes I am."  He simply answered him.

Her dad hummed "Cherrie is single too." He told him casually , smirking at he look of embarrassment on her face .

"Dad!" She hissed at him, mortified.

He just laughed "what? You're the one that said you hated having such a cute teammate because-"

Cherrie almost squealed , quickly cutting him off. "That's enough! I didn't say that!" She lied, unable to look Charles in the eye.

Charles was smirking at her, feeling his confidence boost at the thought of her telling her dad that she thought he was cute.

He would have liked it if she had called him ridiculously handsome but he'd take cute. It was better than the usual names she called him.

He was about to tease her when his own smiled dropped as the toddler beside him opened her mouth and blurted out.

"Charles said he was happy that you're single mommy!"

Charles immediately looked at her in betrayal, flushing a bright red when her parents chuckled and her father looked at him with a amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god.." he breathed out , mortified .

Cherrie frowned at him "what's that supposed to mean?! Do you think I can't get a boyfriend if I wanted one?!" She exclaimed, looking at him accusingly .

Her dad snorted , looking at them like he was watching his favourite show. Her mother just sighed at how her daughter immediately thought the worst.

Charles paled , looking at her with wide eyes. "Not at all! You could have a thousands boyfriends-!"

She gasped "so now you're calling me a whore?!"

Charles gaped at her, stammering. "No! I'm just saying that you could have anybody you wanted. You're .. ya know.." he waved his hand to her face , flustered .

Cherrie looked at him in confusion "I'm what?"

He waved his hands at her again, bright red as her father cackled like a madman opposite them. Her mother scolding him and telling him to stop, even though the amused smile on her lips was evident.

"Ya know... you're face!" He blurted out , unable to think straight under pressure.

Angel giggled "Charles said that you're a queen!"

Charles sighed loudly , looking at the toddler in absolute disbelief . He was never telling her anything ever again!

Cherrie softened, smiling at Charles as her mood did a full 180.

"I know I am." She said instead of a thank you. Her mother face palming .

Charles frowned at her "always humble." He muttered amused. There was silence as they all continued eating the food in front of them before

Cherrie side eyed him quietly "I don't want some random boyfriend." She mumbled after swallowing her bite of food down.

Charles glanced at her shyly , cheeks still a permanent red now. “I was just saying that you're .. very pretty and they you don't have to be single if you decided not to be." He murmured to her , scratching the side of his neck nervously. Barely able to look her in the eye.

Cherrie just smiled and looked away, both of them focusing back on their food with similar , flustered smiles on their faces.

Her dad just grinned and shook his head at the two drivers in front of him.

"I give it a few days.” He whispered to his wife smugly, knowing what a man in love looks like. Seeing the sneaky glances Charles kept giving his daughter when he thought nobody was looking.

Her mother sighed , smiling too. "But who will be the first to admit it?"

A few days later and the two drivers were heading to the airport to travel for their next race , having spent a couple of days at her home relaxing . And in such a short time it seemed like everything had changed.

The bickering hasn't of course. They still argued like a married couple over everything but no longer did it feel cruel and malicious . The tones of their voice going from anger to teasing, snide remarks accompanied by a teasing smirk instead.

Charles felt like he was living in his dreams. Having spent the last couple of days Cooped away with the two of them, getting to know Angel even more. The toddler having attached herself to his side the moment she met him and now Charles reached for her tiny hand without any hesitation as he pulled her out the car.

Holding onto her hand tightly as he glanced over at Cherrie behind them, she was rolling the both of their suitcases and had a backpack of angels things on her back too.

Scowling at the two of them , jealously. "I don't see why I have to be the one to carry everything while you get to hold my baby." She complained as they entered the airport, a private jet having been booked for them.

Charles just smirked smugly , picking the toddler up underneath her armpits and placing her on his hip instead. Not wanting to somehow lose her in the crowds or have her wandering off, having Quickly learnt that she was a runner after panicking for over ten minutes when they went to the beach the other day.

He had turned his back for one minute and she had taken off like a cheetah , running as fast as her little legs could take her down the beach while a panicked Charles ran after her, the toddler just giggling naughtily and refusing to stop until he caught up.

She was trouble . And liked to sress him out just like her mother. But one look at those eyes and adorable little chubby cheeks had him caving instantly.

She was a mini Cherrie and Charles could already feel himself growing irreversibly attached to her.

"I'm carrying the precious cargo Cherrie. The most important thing of all. That's a lot of pressure!" He grinned at her smugly , Angel giggling too just because he was.

He had also quickly learned that she was a copy cat. If he did something , she would copy him. If he said something , she would repeat it.

A hard lesson he had learned after yelling 'fuck!' Loudly after accidentally hitting his arm off the door handle . Not even a second matter , a naughty little voice had been screeching 'fuck!' Alongside him, making him freeze in his step and look at the giggling toddler in shock.

Thankfully Cherrie had been out at the time, he could only imagine the scolding that he would have gotten for teaching her kid how to swear on the very first day of them staying together.

But after another week of the three of them just hanging out and bonding, Charles thought that he was getting the hang of this new thing between them. The unspoken thing. The thing where they both pretended they nothing was going and they nothing had changed.

But everything had . Because a week ago , Cherrie had been threatening to break his legs. And now she made him breakfast in the morning and asked him if he had enough pillows at night.

Despite the blunt and uncaring tone she liked to use, the unbothered and uninterested facade she had didn't fool him in the slightest.

Because she smiled at him now. She laughed at his stupid jokes and let him pull her into casual hugs without complaining anymore.

She let him into her life and Charles couldn't be anymore happier. He got to see what she was like off the track , got to see that she wasn't this ice cold bitch that she claimed to be.

He had seen her sing lullaby's every night to Angel to get her to sleep. Had seen her in Just a T-shirt , stumbling to the kitchen during the night to get her fussy toddler a warm drink. He had seen her unguarded and just being herself.

And well , Charles didn't want their week to end. Afraid that the moment they arrived back to work, all of their progress and sweet moments would be erased. He didn't want that to happen. He liked this little routine that they had developed too much to go back now.

How could he when he had her toddler in his arms and Cherrie by his side , casually leaning on him as they went through security checks like a little family?

He smiled down at Angel as he carefully put her down onto her feet again, holding her hand instead as they boarded the plane.

"You want to sit by the window?" He asked her gently, running his fingers through her messy hair. Refusing to brush it and instead demanding him to put butterfly clips all over her curls instead.

Charles had spent half an hour that morning picking up different coloured clips and putting them in her hair carefully , while Cherrie napped on the couch.

She was Not a morning person at all, which he found a little ironic considering that her daughter had barged into his room at six a.m on the dot demanding that he go make her breakfast.

By the time Cherrie had woken up Charles had managed to change her into one of his smaller Ferrari shirts and some cute cotton dungarees that he had found in one of her drawers. With butterfly clips all over her messy hair and a beaming toothily smile being sent her way, Cherrie had only been able to look between the two of them in disbelief. Before simply signing and nodding her head to herself in defeat.

Everything had changed between them , there was no more denying it. She didn't want to anymore.

Seeing the sweet and patience way that Charles acted with her fussy toddler , always looking out for her and playing with her whenever she demanded it, she felt terrible for not giving him a chance to redeem himself sooner.

She hated that everyone else was right. He was a good guy. She had just been pretending that he wasn't to make her avoidance of him easier.

Because she wasn't good with feelings , never had been . Instead she had acted like a complete cunt to him instead.

Instead of telling him that she liked him , she had threatened to break his legs instead .

Maybe she should have talked to a therapist after all. Because they was not normal!

But that wasn't only her fault , Charles had been deliberately pressing her buttons and winding her up too! He went out of his way to annoy her and make her snap. Instead of getting her attention in a normal way, instead of simply asking her out on a date or just having a normal conversation with her, he goaded her into arguing with him instead.

Simply because he knew what a hot head she was and that there was no way she would walk away without having the last word. And honestly... she looked incredibly hot when she was angry and Charles was only a man.

He couldn't help it. Was it childish of him to argue with her just so that she continued to give him attention, even if it was the wrong kind? Yes.

But at the end of the day he couldn't change the past but he could change the future . Starting now.

Angel looked up at him with big eyes "with you!"

Charles chuckled , putting her in the window seat and buckling her in tightly. Making sure that she was safe before sliding into the seat beside her too.

He glanced over to see Cherrie getting a bottle of champagne from the crew , already pouring herself a glass as she lowered herself in the seat opposite him.

He smiled at her in amusement "it's not even dinner time." He said to her, Cherrie just scoffing.

"So? We're in a flying death trap . I can drink what I want." She muttered sipping on her glass before glancing over at her daughter with a smile .

"You okay Angel? You need anything?"

Angel shook her head , glancing at her mother with a smile . "No." Then she looked at Charles beside her and held out her hand expectantly.

He sighed , pulling out his phone and putting on the game that he had downloaded for her to play a few days ago. Handing her his phone with a chuckle.

"You need to say please Angel." He softly told her, pulling out a bag of fruit from her small backpack and passing it to her too.

Angel glanced at him for a moment , sighing when she saw the look he was giving her. Copying the same look that Cherrie gave him, a raise of the eyebrow and a purse of his lips had the toddler crumbling.

"Sorry. Thank you Charles." She mumbled to him, giving him a dimpled smile before looking back down at his phone again. Easily getting distracted.

Charles smiled proudly , looking over a gobsmacked Cherrie smugly .

"How the hell?" She frowned at him , amazed by how quickly he had gotten her to correct her manners. Something that she had been struggling to do .

Her daughter had the same attitude and stubbornness that she had, and getting her not to be a demanding little brat was difficult . But Charles made it look easy.

He just shrugged with a grin "I'm her favourite now. I'm taking her to the zoo next week. So she's on her best behaviour." He told her casually of their plan.

A Plan that she had no idea existed . Gaping at him in disbelief .

"What? You can't just take my baby to a zoo without telling me!" She looked at him like he was insane.

Charles just rolled his eyes at her playfully, pulling out a pre made sandwich from the bag as well and handing it over to her .

"You're coming with us obviously! She wants to see a sloth and a giraffe. She was telling me about them this morning while you were sleeping so I said I'd take her to the zoo." He explained to her simply before nodding at the sandwich he passed her .

"Eat that. You didn't have breakfast and Drinking on an empty stomach isn't a good a idea. We have dinner tonight with everyone remember?" He told her as the plane took off into the air.

He held out his hand for Angel to hold, the toddler squeezing his fingers tightly . Cuddling into his side tiredly , and closing her eyes .Charles gently stroked his fingers through her hair , carefully to avoid the clips on her head.

Cherrie looked at them silently , her heart doing flips in her chest as her face softened at the sight of them cuddled together. Admiring the way her baby had taken such a liking to him already , trusting him to keep her safe and comfortable enough to cuddle up to him like that.

She sighed and picked up the sandwich "okay. Thank you." Was all she mumbled , feeling overwhelmed with the sudden rush of feelings that she felt for him then. She swallowed thickly , unable to look away.

Charles just smiled at her , nudging her foot with his own gently. "Try and her some sleep. We have a long night ahead." He said to her softly , admiring how soft and pretty she looked in just a oversized sweatshirt and biker shorts .

Cherrie , for once in her life, did as he said . So did Angel too. Leaving Charles to snap a pick of the two sleeping peacefully with a grin on his face , heart feeling behind full.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Half an hour before they were supposed to go to dinner , Charles was leaned up against her doorframe with a sheepish expression on his face.

Cherrie glanced up from where she was sat in front of the mirror , putting the finishing touches to her makeup on. Raising her eyebrow at the sight of him, admiring the white button up shirt and blue jeans he was wearing. He looked good.

She inhaled deeply and shook those thoughts from her head quickly. “Did you drop her off with the babysitter?" She questioned him .

Charles having told her that he would drop Angel off for her while she got ready for their dinner at the fancy restaurant, all the drivers were going to be there.

Charles chewed on his lip, tapping his fingers against his wrist as he contemplated lying to her. But one look at her pretty face and he crumbled.

"Er- not - not exactly.." he hesitantly mumbled , fidgeting nervously. Unable to meet her confused gaze.

She paused with her lipstick in her hand , frowning at him. Immediately alarmed .

"What? What do you mean not really? Charles!" She exclaimed worriedly "we have to go soon! Where is she? What happened?!" She rushed out at him, ready to throttle him.

He just shrugged , a sheepish smile on his face . "She wanted to come with us.." he told her weakly as his defence.

Cherrie frowned "and you told her no right? This isn't the type of restaurant that you take kids too! All the drivers will be there!" She reminded him, looking at him , concerned .

Charles huffed "she's got your eyes Cherrie! The same damn pout too!" He exclaimed , frowning back at her like it was her fault and not his own for being unable to say no to her daughter.

Cherrie pulled a face "what the hell has my eyes got to do with this Charles?!" She stood up to her feet with alarm. Panicking.

He scoffed at her, waving his hands at her face with a scowl. "It's got everything to do with it! I can't say no to you and I can't say no to her either! She just blinked up at me with those big eyes and.." he threw his hands in the air frantically .

"I caved! This is your fault! Who gives you the right to look like that and then inherent those eyes to Angel too?!" He accuses her, stepping further into the room to be closer to her.

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips , eyes wide as she gaped at him in disbelief . Not knowing whether to be flattered or offended.

"How is you being a softy my fault?! I have normal eyes Charles! What are you going on about?!" She almost shouted at him in confusion , looking at his reddening cheeks in bewilderment.

He groaned loudly and shook his head rapidly "no you don't! you have the whole fucking sky in your eyes and you expect me to just act normal? I don't think so!" He shot back at her, poking her between said eyes like a child.

She slapped his hand away from her with a gasp "you're so weird! What is wrong with you?!" She snapped at him , flustered .

Charles just huffed and then reached forward to place his hands on either side of her jaw, swallowing her shocked gasp with his lips instead.

He kissed her hard and messily , their teeth clashing together as he pulled her close to him , desperate and heart beating in his throat as he kissed her like he should have done the whole damn time.

Cherrie melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. Tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Tugging on the soft strands until he was moaning against her mouth , clutching at her hip tightly .

His other hand shaking up to wind around the back of her neck as he twisted them around suddenly , shoving her down onto the bed and quickly following her down.

"Fuck!" He breathed out against her lips breathlessly as he briefly pulled away to breathe again, nudging his nose gently against her own as he looked down at her with dark eyes. Taking in her flushed face and swollen lopes, her pupils blown wide as she gazed up at him, speechless.

"I love you. Love you so fucking much." He admitted against her neck as he kissed down her soft skin, pulling her head back so he could attack her neck with his tongue and teeth.

Cherrie was wriggling around beneath him breathlessly , moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her silky dress riding up her thighs as he straddled her, pressing their hips together firmly.

"You look so fucking beautiful.." he muttered against her lips as he started to slide his hand up her thigh , caressing the soft skin there .

He was about to reach her panties when the door burst open and slammed against the wall loudly , making the both of them freeze in shock.

Angel was stood there with a scowl on her chubby little face, huffing at them as she glared in announce at a frozen , red faced Charles that was still on top of her mother .

"You said you'd do my hair Charles! Get off mommy and help me now!" She exclaimed , stomping her foot at him impatiently.

Charles slowly lifted himself up from Cherrie, clearing his throat awkwardly as he straightened out his shirt and smoothed cherries dress back down over her thighs .

Giving her a sheepish smile , his face resembling a tomato as she slowly got off the bed as well. Looking at her daughter in shock.

Then she looked at what her toddler was wearing and sighed.

She had on a big Cinderella dress , a tiara on her head and on her tiny feet she had some plastic , fluffy , glittery heels on. Alongside a diamond necklace and clip on earrings. Looking like a little diva , she even had a mini handbag hooked onto her elbow!

Cherrie slowly  turned to look at a guilty looking Charles , not doubt the culprit of her little makeover.

"Charles... why does she look like she's going to a ball? Where did she even get this stuff! And is that a real diamond necklace she's wearing?!" She almost screeched in disbelief.

More concerned with her toddlers control over Charles than she was about him admitting her love for her .

Charles just shrugged and walked over to Angel, gently lifting off her tiara so he could sort out her messy hair like he had promised her he would when he took her out shopping instead of taking her to the babysitters.

"She wanted to dress like a princess. And it's only one diamond.. I got you a matching one too look!" He then casually took out another diamond necklace from his pocket, proudly showing it to her.

She just blinked at him in disbelief "oh my god. You're insane." She muttered before looking at her baby again. Smiling despite herself as she stroked her soft curls behind her ear, Angel looking incredibly smug of herself for having Charles wrapped around her little finger so quickly.

"You look beautiful baby. But I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to come-"

Charles cut her off , moving her hair behind her neck as he casually clipped the necklace around her neck and adjusted it between her breasts. Stepping back and admiring how perfect it looked against her soft skin, smiling her her in awe.

"She's coming. She wants to try the steak.. and this restaurant does the best steak in the world." He said, caressing the back of her head gently before pulling away with a kiss to her cheek.

Then he walked over to the two year old and took ahold of her hand. Leading her back out of the bedroom as she babbled away to him about what type of hairstyle she wanted him to do.

Charles having been watching YouTube videos all morning to learn how to do it for her , he was feeling pretty confident in his braiding skills now.

He put Angel on the couch and told her to sit still while he got the hairbrush . Quickly  running back into the bedroom and giving a stunned Cherrie , who hasn't moved an inch, a shy grin.

He wrapped his arm around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him again, looking into her widened eyes bashfully.

"Do you Er- the feelings mutual right? You love me too?" He needed to know, having been interrupted

before Cherrie could even reply to his sudden declaration of love .

Cherrie looked at him quietly for a moment, before hearing Angels high pitched voice call for him again.

Seeing the way Charles laughed softly as he called over to her that he would only be a minute , having all the patience in the world for her.

She softened and let out a sigh , leaning forward and giving him a slow , long kiss. His eyes still fluttered close as she gently pulled away and patted his bright red cheeks gently , grinning at him fondly .

"Yeah I love you. Kind of hard not to." She simply told him. Laughing at the way his eyes shot open and he immediately beamed at her, even clapping his hands Together in front of him excitedly.

He grinned at her happily , heart pounding out of his chest in glee . "Yeah?"

She nodded with a breathless laugh  "yeah. I love you and I think she loves you too." She motioned towards a inpatient toddler who was stood at the door again with her little hands on her hips, huffing at Charles to hurry up and make her look like a princess.

Charles felt like he could cry. He sniffled a little , pulling away with a overwhelmed laugh. Picking Angel up and swinging her around happily, the toddler screeching and giggling hysterically as he tickled her.

"Good job I love her too then! Come on! Let's go do your hair.." he said to Angel with a grin, practically bouncing on his feet with pure happiness as he skipped out of the room in a daze.

Cherrie stood in the middle of the room with a grin, shaking her head in amusement and fondness when a second of silence went by before Charles loud voice echoed down the hall to her again.

"I seriously love you Cherrie! I can't wait to get to annoy you for the rest of my life!" He shouted down the hall, Angel sat on the chair in front of him as he he gently ran the brush through her hair.

Passing the toddler his phone , he told her quietly "call pierre. We need to tell him that your mommy loves me now! He's not going to believe this!" He told her excitedly.

Angel doing exactly as he said , holding up the phone that was bigger than her own face up to her ear with a giggle as she heard a French voice echo down the line .

"My mommy loves Charles and now they're going to be king and queen!" She said down the phone, looking up to Charles for approval .

He gave her a proud thumbs up before continuing to braid her hair, sighing blissfully to himself .Laughing as he heard Pierre gasp and demand an explanation.

He then turned his head and winked over at Cherrie who was watching the two of them with amusement  written across her face . Rolling her eyes at him playfully.

"Great. I have two kids to look after now.." she joked unbothered by a hysterical pierre shouting down the phone for Charles to tell him how the hell he had managed to bag the hottest woman in the world.

Her two year old happily telling him all the details , despite not knowing who the hell she was even talking to.

But as she looked at the chaos that surrounded and to Charles beaming smile , she sighed happily.

This was how it was supposed to be. Just she and Charles and her baby.

Who would have thought that the pain in her ass would turn out to be the love of her life?

And just like that, in a week, she had gained a best friend and a boyfriend too.

And Charles had gained his own little , dream family. It only took him years of getting on her nerves for this to happen.

He had done the impossible. And he couldn’t feel any smugger if he tried.

He had his dream girl now. And her little, sassy mini me. His life couldn't get any better than this!

[inklore]

lost in the fire

premise: as miguel pulls you on top of him he knows that no matter what happens, no matter who is sent to kill you next, letting you die will never be an option. 

pairing: assassin!miguel o'hara x f!assassin!reader

word count: 1.4k

contents: mentions of guns and violence, bruises, blood, brief piv, sooo much angst, enemies to lovers, this is an au therefore not comic canon.

note: i didn't expect to actually really love this lil storyline so if there's any interest whatsoever i could for sure see this as a mini series.

haunted hoedown day eight.

This might be the last time. 

The final straw that breaks the patience of his boss. 

The ammunition that loads the gun and has it pressed to his temple. That finally pulls the trigger and puts an end to this web of chaos—lust—and fuckups he continuously lets happen when he’s sent out to kill her.

To kill you. 

An endless chase is what he tells his boss. 

A tip off. 

A job that’s set up for him to lose because you’re always three steps ahead of him. 

Someone has to be setting him up. A thorn in his side that refuses to be pulled out to allow him to wrap his hands around your throat, pulling life from your lungs instead of moans. 

But he knows after this, after this fuckup, after coming back empty handed again, this will be the last time. That they’ll send someone else to do his job. That he will no longer chase you around a new city or country and end up between your legs.

Bruises and dried blood around eyes and noses, cheeks, and eyebrows smoothed out by hungry lips and gentle teeth. 

The next person sent to kill you won’t fight you for dominance; won’t put his fist to your cheek to wind you enough to wrap a hand around the back of your neck to pull you to his lips. 

No.

It’ll be a gun pointed at your head.

A knife at your throat. 

And as much as Miguel loves his job, as easy as it for him to kill someone. To not bat an eye when blood stains his suits, his skin, his tongue from a cut lip, he loves you more. 

He hates himself for it. 

Grovelled over it for nights, days, months, a year. 

Swears the next time will be when he comes to his senses and does his fucking job. Not end up in bed with you. Not let your nails dig into his back, his thighs in pleasure, but instead in pain. 

Instead of begging him to let you come, you’ll be begging for him to not kill you. 

Then he sees you.

That cat like look in your eyes—michief, tortment, a challenge—and he’s back to where he’s started. Ignoring all the consequences that will come from this. 

He hasn’t asked you if you feel the same. Doesn’t dare. 

You were sent to kill him the first time. He sent to kill you. 

And instead of either of you doing your jobs, you ended up in bed. 

Again.

And again. 

He’s seen you kill so easily. He’s seen you bleed. He’s seen you stitch yourself up. He’s seen you come. He’s heard you whisper sentiments in his ear that sound too close to love to not be anything other than that, but when morning comes, you’re gone, and it’s as if it never happened. The clock resetting, the board wiped clean to start the game all over again. 

A note scribbled in your handwriting on the pillow that still smells like you of your next coordinates. An invitation to actually do his job—an invitation to give it up and come to you on his own and not with a contract attached to it. 

He doesn’t know which holds more truth.

Doesn’t know why he never let himself jump over the hurtle to find out. 

Together the two of you could take down whatever men are sent to do what the both of you should have done a year ago. You were the best. He was the best. 

“No weaknesses; we need people like that in this business.” His boss had said. Complimented him on how little he cared about in life other than doing his job and doing it well. 

He can hear the disappointed grunt his boss will give before he shoots him between the eyes, discovering the only weakness Miguel has is the woman standing in front of him now. 

Your scowl casts a dark shadow over the fire in your eyes. A fire that’s usually there for other reasons. Not from the heavy sentiment that holds the tension in the air after he’s said them. You’re angry at him for swiping the board clean of all the pawns. From letting reality in before both of you actually wined up dead. 

“Don’t you know how sick with love I am for you?” There’s anger in his voice, but it’s not at you. It’s never at you. It’s anger hiding the anguish he feels for feeling for you. For letting himself fuck a target. 

For letting it go past that. 

For letting the ice around his heart melt instead of holding steady enough to get the promotion that would surely come from your blood on his hands. 

The thought alone makes him sick. 

“Love has nothing to do with this.” The anger in your voice holds nothing but that. The only slip of anything other than fumes and flames ready to burn is your hands. How your fingers crack and twitch at your sides. 

A tick of nervousness, a tick of things getting too real for you—something Miguel picked up after he let it slip that he loved you one night. How you can’t stop fidgeting when he asks you about work or asks you why you don’t just kill him.

“Put me out of my misery because I’ll be stuck in it if I don’t kill you, and I can’t.”

“You just don’t want me to be the death of you because you’re not man enough to do what you’ve been sent to do.”

There’s a sting in his chest, one he has to look away from you to swallow down. His fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “There’s no getting out of this alive for either of us. This is the best option.”

The suggestion, the plan he had come up with before showing up here, that he had begged you to listen to. A plan that would have the both of you running for the rest of your lives, but you’d be together. 

Alive.

Together. 

“There is no best option here, Miguel.” You turn your back to him. Your reflection in the window shows all the emotions you’re not letting him see—not allowing him to see. “Not when love is involved. Everyone loses.” 

Love is involved. 

The closest you’ve come to actually telling him you love him. 

His heart squeezes, his eyes shut, clenching. 

When he walks over to you, when his hand runs along your side, he can feel you try to move away, silently resisting him. But your body doesn’t get the memo from the neurons in that beautiful brain of yours because you’re leaning into him when his palm splaws against your abdomen. 

Fingers at the junction of your neck and chin to turn your head to look at him. The anger in your eyes glossed over by the same anguish he feels pulling the strings of his heart. 

“One of us dies or both of us do.” Miguel says softly, eyes looking from yours to your mouth. “Because I’m leaving this room with you, not without you. You do your job,” kill him, “or we make the chase fun for them before they do what we never could.” 

There’s a silence that falls where you’re just staring at him. Every thought and word you’re not speaking all over your face. “I don’t think I like this hero complex of yours,” you sigh, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck. 

The corners of Miguel's mouth pull from a smirk into something soft, “you know how to stop it.”

“As much as I like to make you bleed, I like you living even more.” You say before bringing your mouth up to his. The kiss gentler than you’re both used. A kiss that cements both of the targets on your backs into a beacon for your bosses to come and find you. 

Kill you. 

But as Miguel pulls you on top of him, the two of you working quick to pull him from his pants and have you sink down on him—a mutual breath of relief falling from your open mouths—he knows that no matter what happens, letting you die will never be an option. 

Killing when you have nothing to lose is never quite as gruesome as when you do have something, someone. 

And you’re not something Miguel is going to lose.

[gazspookiebear]

Ghost hcs mostly him having autism

Has compression socks and gloves bc they help keep him regulated, but he HATES tight clothing anywhere else. He strictly wears loose and baggy clothing, like oversized hoodies

Hates flavored water unless it's tea. Green tea? Sure. Any kind of sparkling water? Nuh uh

Likes mud and rain puddles. Don't ask me why

Can't stand the smell of coffee in the morning, it overwhelms him. He can and will leave the room if someone just made coffee

Doesn't like hugs, or really just being touched in general. (Mostly due to trauma, but the autism isn't helping either)

That being said, when he does get hugged, he prefers it to be firm. Heavy knuckles running up and down his back is the quickest way to make him melt in your arms. Soap is the only one allowed to do this, but Price and Gaz will very occasionally be offered one of those awkward one-armed half hugs if they need one.

He masks most of the time (literally and figuratively) so it's not very obvious that he's autistic from first glance. If he's comfortable with the people around him, or if he's alone, he might stim

He does jazz hands as a stim, and can occasionally be found tiptoe walking

He also knocks his knuckles together and rasps them on desks. He likes the noise.

He prefers rough or smooth textures over soft/fluffy ones. Denim, mesh, leather, linen, and polyester are the only fabric types he'll be comfortable in.

He keeps his hair buzzed, not just because he's in the military, but because he pulls on it and ends up tearing it out of his head when he gets sensory overload from it touching his face (me too bro, me too)

He listens to metal songs on max volume when he's sensory seeking (you can hear that shit through his headphones)

He doesn't like having things in his ears, so he prefers headphones over earbuds. He won't complain if he has to use earbuds though.

Surprisingly enough, he can't stand weighted blankets. Unless that weighted blanket is Soap 😏

He gets aggressive when he's excited, so he'll often go to the gym to blow off some steam. Rookies see him going to town on a punching bag and assume he's pissed, but really he just doesn't know how else to express his feelings.

He hyperfixated on komodo dragons for a while (he now has several random facts in his arsenal)

His special interest is weapons. Any kind, he just thinks they're interesting. Especially crossbows. (He knows just about every weapon under the sun, ask him literally anything)

He steals Soap's phone to play neko atsume (he has become emotionally attached to the cats, but you didn't hear me say that)

He prefers to sleep with blankets under him instead of on top because it makes his skin crawl if they're not the right texture.

He's always cold but radiates heat like a motherfucker, definitely has an electric blanket at his place

He has a favorite pen that he carries everywhere, refuses to use anything else.

He eats the most random food combinations. Tomatoes with sour cream? Delicious. Avocados with cream cheese? Absolutely divine. A normal fucking sandwich? Hell no.

He struggles with hygiene but hates feeling dirty. He'll often force himself to shower even when he knows it'll drain his energy.

He has to buy a specific type of eyeblack because of the texture. He doesn't like any kind that feels too greasy. Not that it'll stop him from wearing it if that's all that's available, but he won't be happy about it.

He used to bite his hands as a kid. Hard. He has a few small scars because of it

He enjoys heavy bass. He likes low rumbling/knocking noises. He may or may not be considering buying a bass drum...

Alternates between sleeping in a hammock and a bed at his place

Loves chairs that spin, though you'd never catch him spinning 😔

Everything he says sounds sarcastic, even when he's being genuine. This has caused many people to get annoyed with him.

He tends to grind his teeth, so he chews on tree bark to keep his mouth busy

He used to climb trees as a kid because he liked the way the wind felt from up high in the leaves

He isn't a fan of the way paper feels. That being said, He loves old books. He spends most of his downtime at the library since it's quiet and peaceful, plus it gives him a way to get out of the house and busy himself.

He still wears a mask off duty for many reasons. For starters, he's never been the best at facial reactions. He thinks it's easier to just hide it altogether than to try and contort his face into the "appropriate" reaction. Secondly, he has stims and occasional tics where his mouth moves, and he doesn't want people to stare. (Snapping his mouth like a shark... so real to me) Also, he just thinks it should be common practice. He's never understood why people don't cover their mouth and nose, or at the very least cover it when they cough/sneeze.

He will actually fan the air in front of him if someone he doesn't like just walked by. He doesn't want to breathe "their air". (Graves was very confused as to why Ghost kept waving the air every time he walked by)

He wears sunglasses in public, regardless of whether or not it's sunny out. He just doesn't want to have to make eye contact with people if he doesn't have to. He can make eye contact, but he much prefers not to.

He punches his legs or the walls when overstimulated.

He has dromophobia (fear of crossing streets) and tends to speedwalk across roads

Has the biggest vocabulary known to man because he used to read dictionaries as a kid. (He can and will abuse this power when someone is annoying him)

Prefers non-fiction. That's it.

He cleans doorknobs daily. He specifically keeps a pack of wipes with him to clean doorknobs- who the fuck knows when they were cleaned last. He can't stand the idea of touching something that dozens, if not hundreds of people (who may or may not have washed their hands) have touched prior.

His favorite color is orange. He always avoids touching anything orange because he's worried he'll ruin it somehow.

He washes his hands before and after everything he does (when he can)

He has a crowbar. He keeps it beside his bed, and he's very fond of it.

He can stay completely still for concerningly long amounts of time. Useful for missions, unnerving the rest of the time. Can and will be seen in the corner of a room staring at people.

@waiting-so-long I'm so glad someone wanted to hear my nonsense lmao

[kurithedweeb]

Mmmmmm Travis having a basic demonic form and a 'true' demonic form. He doesn't ever use the true form except as an absolute 'someone I care for dearly is going to absolutely die if I don't do this' last resort, partially because he hates looking like a demon if he can help it and partially because he shreds his clothes every time he changes and partially because there's a certain mindset that comes attached to it that really unsettles him deep in his core.

His true form is bigger than his father's and it feels unstable thanks to his human side. It's fucking horrendous, twisting your guts into shapes they don't want to be in, your shape bubbling out into something too big and familiar for you to properly process. You don't know what this one looks like; it's the only skin you have that you don't know inside and out and it terrifies you beyond belief. What dark corners are hidden away in the body handed down to you by the being that killed your mother? You can feel the thoughts, the urges of something you can only define as animal (that's not right that's not even close but it's all the words you have what else could it be) creeping into your mind, and one day will they take over? Will the sharp claws of a thing that is both you and the being who cursed an entire sea to stop your people from escaping and an unknowable third thing too sink into the crevices of your humanity and peel it away from you layer by layer?

Slipping into this skin is different than the rest (is it?).

They all hurt but this is worse than any (are you sure hurt is what that feeling is?).

It feels like sickness, like fever, like freezing to death as you're boiled alive (like coming home, like breaking free, like knowing who you are after ages of wondering?).

Your bones crack like fireworks exploding in dark skies, you can feel them growing sharp and jagged like the clumsy knives you carve from the claws of things that snap at your throat. Every notch in your spine is a knife; every fang; every talon. Your horns creak and ache in the way old wounds twinge with the coming rain, curling like livestock's, branching like the many limbs of a great long-dead tree. You've not enough space in your mouth for so many teeth and tusks, until suddenly you do, and not enough tongues for the voice that rumbles through you like an avalanche, until one splits to two splits to forked ends too. Your legs are like a goat's, like your father's, tri-jointed and hooved and monstrous, and so too is your spiked tail that lashes like a whip of its own accord. You tower over imps, over allies, over the small mountainside cottage you once shared with your mother. Its supports still bear the scars of when this skin was unleashed upon the world while in the warm confines of its safety.

You look down on your father, and his smile is full of knives when he calls you son. The bile and anger that claw up into your mouth taste like hellfire. There are embers burning in your throat and smoke in your lungs when you twist your tongues around the words I was never your son and spit them back at him.

When the moment is over, you collapse back into your human skin despite your wounds, a house of cards folding into slim parts to fit back into the box. You swear never to use this skin again.

(That's what you say every time.)