#chel x reader

[sp1der-wid0w]

guys.. i have a problem 🤦🏾‍♀️

[ikeubaekgu]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE EATING PUSSYYYYY

first work guys!! support pleaseee <3333

HEESEUNG | is a weak man when it comes to your pleasure. he would do anything in his power to hear your pretty sounds, he will do anything to see you writhe and shake underneath his weight, so gorgeous for him when your eyes roll all the way in the back of your skull and your plump lips part in pleasure when he’s working his magic on you. so don’t be surprised when he wants you to enjoy the sight too! getting you on your knees and facing a mirror as he spreads your ass cheeks open, relishing in the way your greedy little cunt clenches even without him doing anything to it. loving the way your body jumps forward slightly when he spits on your hole before completely digging in, hot tongue relentlessly fucking into your heat. he would be so messy, a mix of his spit and your juices just running down his chin and getting all over his sheets. he’d be grunting in pleasure and mumbling against your cunt to keep your eyes on yourself baby, literally working himself up by just thinking about how gorgeous you must look as you get near your orgasm. he gets so needy for your release he grabs your hips and fucks you back on his tongue, so harshly and fast your arms just collapse because it feels too good. poor little thing, your face smushed against his sheets as you get all your pretty makeup and drool on it, hee turning you into a dumb little slut with his tongue only.

JAY | always loves to eat you out, but he enjoys doing it particularly when you’re tired or you’ve had a rough day. he loves pampering and taking care of you, and it’s no different when he lays back and urges you to get on top of him with that signature lopsided smirk of his. he’s so gentle when he slides his hands all over your thighs and ass, caressing them with such care, his eyes glimmering as he encourages you to fully sit on him, to let him take care of you, angel girl. his movements would be so slow, agonizingly so. he wants you to just put all your weight on him and relax, let him worship you like the goddess you are in his mind. he’d keep his eyes closed, savoring every single moment too as he slides his tongue along your slit, gently circling your clit a few times and humping the air when he feels just how responsive you are to his touch, no matter how slight. totally slides his hands up to your lower back and hips, the contrast between his rough hands but careful grip sending shivers through your entire body, especially when he parts from your heat for a second to just whisper how much he loves you, how much he loves this cunt and how good you taste, before diving back in and rocking your body back on forth on his tongue until you make a mess all over his mouth.

JAKE | is so fucking nasty. he would spend every waking hour between your thighs if he could, and he does try. it gets to a point where sometimes you feel a little bad, you want to return the favor but everytime he just asks for you to just let him eat your cunt once more? you don’t seem to get that he does this for his pleasure too. he just loves your pussy and her taste so bad.

still, you also want to pleasure him. so why not suck his cock while he eats you out? the best of both worlds! and he becomes absolutely obsessed with it. just shamelessly thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he groans and moans and pants against your wet hole. he’s just so happy you let him eat you out as much as he wants now. he loves sucking on your clit, making downright obscene sounds, while fingering your cunt open with his thick and long digits, always challenging you to fit more and more. you’re so drenched sometimes he thinks he could fit his whole hand inside you. would literally hold your legs around his face after you come, because it’s still not enough. so into overstimulating the shit out of you, to the point you’re not even really sucking his cock anymore but doing something closer to gagging on it as he fucks your mouth. don't even think about squirting in his mouth because he will fuck it back inside you and try to get you to do that again. just insatiable.

SUNGHOON | is a lot more meticulous when he’s stressed or irritated. he likes to use every single toy he can think of on you, especially when he’s eating you out. there’s vulnerability in letting someone else pleasure you like that, and he loves to make sure you never forget that. making you hold your own legs so you’re bent all nicely for him, giving him the freedom of doing absolutely anything he wants to you. his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he keeps his eyes on your tits, your pretty clit delicious in his mouth as he sucks on it while slowly inching one of your dildos inside your hole. because of course, you think you’re so slick owning all of this nasty shit. well he can use that better too, he just knows your body so well. slowly teasing the toy in like he would his own tip, making you beg just for some stupid plaything like you would for his thick cock. and if you did anything to make him mad like the slutty brat you are, don’t even think about letting your legs go for even a second, no matter how good his mouth feels. because he will stop and strip your peak right under you. opting instead to land repeated slaps right on your clit, telling you that’s all you’ll get, cum like this and show him you're sorry, show him how good you are. and you do. you squirt around nothing, soaking your own hands that are still holding your thighs open, tight little hole convulsing like it’s begging for anything to fill it up. and while hoon is finally calming down and going back to your usually loving boyfriend, he thinks he just might give it something for real this time.

[thatlotuscookie]

Would u be able to write Chel (Road to El Dorado) x male reader smut?

Content: Female Softdom. Kissing. Biting. Oral sex. (Female receiving) Face sitting. Come swallowing. Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thighjob.

✧･ﾟ: a/n : yaa!! thank you for the request ^-^ enjoy :< chel is such a hottie !

✧ Title: ✧ Divine Pressure ✧ ✧ Characters: Chel x Male!Reader ✧ Genre: Smut, Romance, PWP ✧ Rating: E ✧ Summary: Her thighs are your altar, her touch your undoing, and her voice? Pure temptation. You're not just hooked—you're owned. And she’s far from done with you. ✧ Content Warnings: Face-sitting, thigh-fucking, oral (f receiving), explicit language, dom!Chel, power play, worship kink, overstimulation, marking (biting/scratching), cocky/bratty dom, reader gets wrecked, heavy emphasis on thighs ✧ MDNI: 18+ content, not suitable for minors. ✧ WC: 643 words // 3.7k chars

The room was dim—candlelight flickering off golden walls, casting shadows that danced like flames hungry for sin. Chel leaned back against the silk-covered pillows with a smirk that could stop a war. Her eyes, dark, brown and dangerous, dragged over your body like she owned every inch—and fuck, maybe she did.

“You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna do something about it?” she teased, voice dripping with mockery and heat. Her legs parted just slightly—just enough for you to catch a glimpse of that soaked paradise between her thighs. Your throat tightened.

Goddamn, those thighs. They weren’t just thick—they were divine. Sculpted like some depraved artist’s wet dream. You moved between them like a starving man crawling toward his final meal, your hands sliding up her legs with a kind of desperate reverence. She let you worship her, let you kiss every inch—nibbling, biting, tasting the salt of her skin like an addict.

She chuckled lowly as your tongue slid along her inner thigh, just shy of the dripping mess above. “So eager… but so fucking slow.” Her fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you closer. Not yanked—no, this wasn’t brutality. This was control, slow and sensual and maddening.

And then she sat on your face.

Your world vanished into warm, slick heaven as her thighs wrapped around your head like a velvet vice. You groaned, the vibration making her shudder, and she rolled her hips, grinding against your tongue like she owned the rhythm of your soul. You swore if you died right then, it’d be with her taste in your mouth and zero regrets.

Her moans were music—soft at first, then climbing with every flick of your tongue. She was soaked, dripping down your chin, grinding harder until she nearly broke you in half with those gorgeous thighs. She pulled back, not because she was done—hell no—but because she wanted to watch you suffer a little.

“Lie back,” she whispered, climbing over you with that smug, sinful grin. “I’m not finished.”

Your cock twitched at her voice alone, and she noticed—of course she fucking did. She gripped it with those slick hands, teasing slow strokes before nestling it between her thighs. Holy hell. That soft, wet friction of her thighs wrapping around your shaft was like velvet sin. She moved slow, grinding you between her slick skin, letting you fuck her thighs while she stared down at you like you were her damn toy.

You lost your mind.

Her lips found your neck, biting, marking, owning. “You love this, don’t you?” she purred, voice thick with power. “Love being used like this.”

When you finally came; hard and desperate—she caught it with that wicked smile, leaned down, and swallowed every drop like the unholy goddess she was.

Her grip around your slick, twitching cock loosened as she watched you gasp for air, still dazed from the fucking holy experience of her thighs. You were a sweaty, used-up mess—and she loved it. Her smile was slow, wicked, dripping with that cocky confidence only a woman who knows she owns your soul could wear.

She leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and soaked in sin.

“I hope you’re not thinking this is over,” she whispered, licking the edge of your jaw. “I just made you cum from my thighs, baby…”

Her nails scraped your chest as she climbed on top of you, straddling your waist with those dangerous hips.

“Next, I’m riding this cock—slow and deep—until you’re begging like a bitch and forgetting your own name.”

She ground her hips down just enough for your oversensitive tip to brush against her dripping entrance, and fuck, you almost blacked out. She smirked, teasing you with heat you couldn’t have even imagined before tonight.

“You're mine now,” she breathed, biting your bottom lip. “And I’m going to ruin you.”

[serenit-teas]

I am tired and delusional but that does not matter, gather round everyone. You all settled? Good and cozy? Okay great.

Hear me and hear me now, I think P would be absolutely tickled if his s/o started calling him little nicknames like ‘Sweet Pea’ or ‘Sweetheart’🥺 It’s the endearment, it’s the thought, it’s in the way that despite how he can rip through normal enemies like wet tissue paper and 1v1 horrors of the nth degree, HE is still regarded with gentleness. He can be fragile, he can be delicate and step out and away from the role that he was forced to play, no longer an ergo harvesting machine. He can just be some guy that really likes music and plays the piano, or the fella that spends his time lounging with the hotel cat.

And that’s really special to him, he deserves to live a kind life full of love and normalcy🥺

[maluustrawberry]

"My biggest treasure"

(Túlio X Fem!Reader X Miguel)

(The road to El Dorado fanfiction)

{Part. 1}

A/N: HOW NOBODY WROTE A FIC OF RTED?? Don't ask me why, but I really wanted to write a fic about them after watching again. (It's my favorite movie after The Emperor's New Groove) I was undecided which character to write (I love these two so much) so I decided to do both and you readers will decide, {Túlio X reader} will be a relationship between enemies to lovers and {Miguel X reader} will be friends to lovers. You who will decide, remembering that if there is any error, you can correct me. Good reading 🤗.

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It was just another normal day in Barcelona, Spain in 1519, and things weren't looking too good in the city, especially for Isaac, or rather Y/n. As we all know, we were still in the 16th century where theft and machismo were still commonplace. Y/n wasn't like the other women who accepted this quietly and whose only job was to serve her husband and look after the house. She liked to be free and not depend on anyone, earned her own money by disguising herself as a man to work on an export ship, it was her only way of earning money since women weren't allowed in jobs and especially jobs like these. She had to be a man to work and a woman to walk around quietly when she weren't working.

Today you'd find yourself at the market in the center of town, buying your things with the money you'd earned through your efforts, luckily in the eyes of others it was your "husband's" money.

You were at the fruit stand choosing apples to buy and take home, until a man bumped into you by "accident," he was thin, tall, wearing a blue shirt, his black hair was tied up in a ponytail:

“Sorry, Señorita.” The man said as soon as he bumped into her and continued on his way in a hurry.

You were a clever woman, and the way he bumped into you in such a hurry made you suspect what he was about. You quickly put your hand in the pocket of your dress where your money bag and your diary should have been, which was one of your most precious possessions, and unfortunately they were no longer there, the only thing that went through your mind was that you had been robbed by that man. It wasn't going to stay that way, you wasn't going to lose the money who had fought to get and the diary that belonged to your father:

“Hey! Come back here!”

You spoke to the thin man and he accelerated his steps. You had no choice but to go after him, passing through the crowd of people and not letting him out of your sight. As soon as you were out of the crowd, he started running and you ran after him. The brunette didn't expect you to react, after all he thought you were like all the women he'd stolen, little did he know that he'd messed with the wrong woman.

You kept running after him, turning corners and entering the streets where he passed, there was no point in calling the guards since there were none around, only the people around, but you knew that if you asked for help no one would help.

The thief had an idea to lose her. As soon as he turned the corner, he knocked over the barrel of fish when no one was watching, the ground was wet and sticky, as soon as you passed, you overbalanced because of the slippery ground, tried to hold on to the other barrel so as not to fall, but failed, the barrel containing dead fish spilled on you and making you slipped on the ground and fell. Luckily, no one was around, not even the vendor responsible for delivering the fish, the poor woman was all wet and stinking of dead fish. The thief watched the whole scene from seated on top of the wall and laughed:

“I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, lady. Looks like someone's going to have to pay for that...” The skinny brunette laughed and teased you by showing you the bag of money he had stolen in his hand. “...and you need a bath too.” He added, grimacing.

“You little fucking thief! You'll be dead when I get my hands on you!” She tried to get up, but slipped once again, drawing laughter from the man.

“Wow, I'm scared to death of a girl who stinks of fish.” He sneered as he analyzed the old diary in his hands.

“At least give that notebook back.” Y/n said angrily.

“There must be something very important in there for you to run after me and dirty yourself with dead fish over a notebook...”

He smiled and put the notebook in his pocket:

“Adiós.” He jumped over the other side of the wall, taking your notebook and your money.

You finally managed to get up, cursing that damned thief, you'd try to catch him next time, that's for sure. You were angry not only because you had lost your money but also your father's diary, in that diary there was a lot of information about the legendary city of El Dorado, your father was obsessed with finding that city and when you were little, before he died he gave you that diary, which has now been lost by that thief...

You were upset with yourself for that. As soon as got up, you quickly left the place before the vendor saw that you were responsible for the mess and made you pay dearly for it, probably more than half your salary for those fish.

Luckily, your house was nearby. On the way there, there were murmurs, ugly looks and disgusted faces about you, after all, you stank and looked awful. When got home, you immediately took a shower to get rid of the smell. While was showering, you cried with anger and sadness, but you tried to stay in a good mood, because you was going to work that afternoon. It probably wouldn't be so easy to get rid of that fishy smell...

~ {Pov} Tulio:

I couldn't stop laughing as I remembered that girl's fall after stealing from her, she was such a fool to think she could catch up with me. I went over to Miguel who was attracting the others to our bets, the blond was playing his mandolin to attract more people, he immediately stopped and his attention went to me when I arrived:

“Where were you? Did you get anything?” He asked and I handed him the girl's money bag and the diary. “Wait a minute, why the diary?”

“I don't know, I just stole it from a girl and it looked like something really valuable to her, maybe there's something in there.”

I know Miguel is curious, so he put the diary in his pocket and put the girl's coins in the pile of money on the floor:

“Why are you keeping that?” I asked.

“As you said, there must be something important, it's not every day that a girl can read or write.”

“I think it's a waste of time reading that witch's diary... It's probably just girly stuff.”

I helped him attract more people, we had a lot of money from the bets, and all thanks to our addicted data. Before Miguel could open that girl's old diary to read what was in it, three men came up and decided to bet, but in exchange for money it would be for the map of El Dorado. They're seriously going to bet on a map of a city that doesn't even exist!? Miguel soon became very excited about this, he always wanted to live an adventure and believed in these legends. Before I could say "no" to their offer, Miguel pulled me close to him to take a closer look at the map:

“Just a moment, gentlemen...” I said and joined the blond, analyzing the map with him.

“Tulio, look... El dorado! the city of gold... it could be our destiny! Our future!”

“If I believed in destiny, we wouldn't be playing with loaded dice!” I whispered to him, of course I thought this idea was ridiculous, I wasn't going to give up everything because of a map. Miguel made that sad dog face at me. “Don't make that face! No! No...”

“So, do we have a deal?” The man asked and Miguel kept looking at me with that face, I can't believe I'm going to do this...

“All right, let's start.” I started to shake the dice to play, there was no way we could lose that bet with our dice, but the man interrupted me.

“Wait, not with those, this time we use my dice...” Miguel, you pay me... “Got a problem with them?”

He showed us his dice. I had no choice but to accept or else they would suspect that our dice was loaded. I took the dice from him and turned to Miguel, making that sign by putting my index finger to my throat:

“I'll kill you!” I muttered between my teeth to him. He kept smiling and went back to playing his mandolin.

“That come on baby, papa need that crappy map” I said to myself as I shook the dice and blew a little for good luck. “Come on... Show me seven...”

I threw the dice that rolled across the floor, hoping to get the number I asked for. The first dice landed on four and the third on three:

“Seven!” Miguel and I celebrated happily, Miguel picked up the map and I bent down to pick up the money that was on the floor. “Well, nice doing business with you...”

My dice fell to the ground, giving the number seven. The man picked up the dice and threw them several times, but they gave the same number:

“I knew it!” the man exclaimed angrily and everyone looked at us suspiciously and angrily. “Your dice was loaded!”

Now was the time... I have to play the game. I held your mandolin, stopping it from playing and looked at Miguel:

“What?! You give me a loaded dice?!”

“You dare to impune my honor!?” Miguel got into acting, Also pretending. “The dice was yours! You were the one cheating and stealing from those men!”

The guards were close, Miguel grabbed the sword of one of the guards and I did the same, then we started to fake a sword fight, fortunately everyone was believing, it was a good opportunity for us to escape from that situation.

~ {Pov} Y/n:

I was at work, pretending to be a man and loading the export food onto General Cortés's ship, which was going on a trip in search of El Dorado as well. Fortunately, I was going on this trip to take care of the ship's cargo, at least one trip to make up for the horrible day I'd had. But now I have to be as careful as possible or I'll be discovered, since I'll be around men twenty-four hours a day... My back was already starting to ache from this, so I stopped for a while to stretch until one of the men called out to me:

“Are you tired yet, Isaac?” That was my male alias, sometimes it's hard to get used to being called by that name. “I need help with the apples.”

He pointed to the large basket of apples. Holy shit...

“Sure, I'll be right there.” I smiled and forced my voice to sound more masculine.

I helped him carry the big basket and we put it on top of the two barrels that were on the lower deck of the ship:

“That's all for today, we're leaving now.”

He spoke punching me on the shoulder and left the deck. As soon as he had left me alone there, I lay down on the wooden floor, tired, and took a deep breath. I felt the ship moving, we were leaving now and starting our journey. As I was going to be on deck for a long time, I decided to take a break and sleep, after all, I deserve a bit of rest.

I kept thinking about the diary that had been stolen, of course I know a lot of things in that diary from having read it so many times, but it was something of value to me, it was my father's. I felt quite down when I remembered that diary. I was looking forward to it too, after all I would get to see the city of gold, but something was bothering me, something was telling me that I didn't want it to be this way... I felt my eyelids getting heavy and the tiredness getting stronger, and it wasn't long before I fell asleep.

*****

I woke up a little lost in time, wondering how long I had slept, sat up stretching my back and yawning, until my attention went to two voices on the deck.

“One... two... three...”

“One... two... three...”

I don't recognize anyone with those voices, and they were inside the deck, but how? If I'm the only one here:

“Let's go again... one... two... three!”

The voices were coming from the two barrels, and I worried that they might be thieves who had sneaked onto the ship. I got my sword ready and went over to the barrels that were being covered by the apple box, they were trying to get out, but the big heavy box was preventing them from doing so... I was curious to know who they were, anyway I was going to report them to the captain and the general.

I helped, taking the heavy box off the barrels with a lot of effort. Hell, I've never picked up something so heavy... as soon as I did, two men pushed the lid off the barrels and came out, immediately startled to see me. I pulled out my sword and pointed it at them, the first man was a blond man with medium hair wearing a red shirt, the second man... my eyes went wide, I immediately recognized him, he was the man who robbed me!

To be continued...

[pernillecfcw]

Happy Birthday Nathalie Björn 💙🎉

~ 4/05/1997 ~

[zorosangell]

Zoro x shanks daughter reader ??

Reader just likes to have his attention on her(cause he’s big and strong and sooo handsome) and Zoro is flustered by this charming, seductive, and HOT woman but at the same time she’s the daughter of a YONKO (so he’s a lil scared), reader just likes to laugh and tease really, they’re kinda like shanks and mihawk but zoro’s actually into it and well i will let your creativity do the rest if it inspires you, you can maybe even make it a lil spicy🤭 (bonus with shanks refusing to see his darling, precious daughter grow up haha)

Have a good day, love love love all your stories!!!!

⛥ﾟ・。 reading

synopsis: after plotting on zoro for the longest, you finally decide to make your move... the only question is what zoro's willing to risk.

cw: nsfw, fluffy fluff, comfort, heavily chel inspired reader, reader has magic (not really important tho), reader is BAD, reader is also real as hell, whiny-ish zoro ig (i love pathetic men), ZORO IS DOWN BAD, shanks's part made me laugh, this was so fun to write

a/n: started writing literally the moment i received this. awesome ask anon <3

"5566... 5567... 5568... 5569... 5570..."

Quietly, you sat sprawled in the rafters of the crow's nest, watching with awe and intrigue as Zoro swung the weight around with perfect control, as if it was a measly training sword.

His back muscles rippled and twitched with each minute movement, stretching and flexing to accommodate the weight's large size, the veins in his forearms and neck bulging with concentration.

Not to mention his grunts of effort, which sounded awfully similar to the grunts that starred in your daydreams.

And you knew for a fact not a single woman on the planet—save for maybe Nami—would blame you at all.

'I mean, look at him...'

The sight was delicious, his arms looking delectable enough to take a bite out of.

In fact—

"You gonna hide up there all day?" Zoro asked, ripping you from your thoughts, eyes not even bothering to look up to where he knew you were sitting. "Or are ya gonna come down sometime soon?"

With a dramatic sigh, you flicked your hand, a flourish of red magic undoing your invisibility and revealing yourself to the swordsman.

"Y'know, that haki of yours really takes all the fun out of sneaking around."

Lazily, you allowed yourself to roll backwards off the support beam, your magic effortlessly catching your body on a bed of swirling, red mist and slowly lowering you to the swordsman's level.

"Didn't need it," he huffed out, his swing in perfect sync. "You're predictable."

You shrugged, shifting to sit criss-crossed, resting your clasped hands in your lap.

"Eh, gettin' caught's half the fun, anyway," you smiled, teasingly. "If I were good at it, we wouldn't be having this lovely conversation."

"Oh, now it's half the fun?" he cracked a small smirk, amused by the sudden change.

You let out a small giggle, your magic mist swirling to flip you upside down, "What? You don't like talkin' to me?"

"I like training without distractions."

"Really? How distracting am I?"

A tinge of warmth settled on his cheeks, having been caught in your verbal trap, but he quickly shoved it away, focusing on the task at hand.

"Pesky, at best."

You nodded, biting back a cocky smirk.

He was lying through his teeth, obviously... but that was good.

That meant you were wearing him down.

"Oh, pesky, I see," you feigned innocence, swirling yourself back upright. "Well, we can't have that."

Turning around, you floated over to a far away corner, willing your mist to plop you down on the floor.

With a tired sigh, Zoro halted his movements, dropping the weight before raking a calloused hand through his hair.

"(y/n)... what are you doing?" he asked, crossing his large arms over his broad chest.

You swallowed back a swoon, instead making a book appear out of thin air, holding it up for him to see.

"Reading," you answered, smoothly, subtly batting your eyelashes. "Since I am so distracting, I'm gonna keep quiet, face the wall, and read."

"You..." Zoro stumbled slightly, "You really gotta do that here?"

"It's quiet," you shrugged as you flipped open the book to a random page, maintaining nonchalance as you turned to face the wall. "If you really want me to go that bad, Zo, I will."

Oh, no, no, no... he knew this game; you were doing that reverse psychiatry thing you always did.

He knew what he wanted, but you were wording what you wanted to sound like what he didn't want, and to defy you he'd want what he didn't want because you wanted it.

He didn't want that.

With a sigh, he picked up his weight once again, resuming his ten reps of 10,000.

Though... that was short-lived.

Despite being so far away, your arrangement sat you right in front of him, completely open for his eyes to explore.

And if he was being honest, he had never seen a singular person stretch, squirm, or adjust their hair so much in such a short amount of time.

Not that he was necessarily complaining.

You were known throughout the Grand Line for your jaw dropping looks, your beauty said to rival that of the Pirate Empress—though, in the swordsman's personal opinion, you beat her out by a mile.

But even more so, you were known for being the progeny of an infamous pirate, a name so powerful that no man or woman who knew you dared to harm a hair on your head.

Red-Haired Shanks, whose daughter was as flirtatious as she was cunning, as smooth as she was strong, and as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And holy hell, was she beautiful.

So, not only had Zoro developed a small—not small at all—attraction toward one of the most dangerous women in the world, but also the woman who was practically a sister to his captain.

Yeah... all in all, things were very messy.

And god-fucking-dammit, if he had to watch you flip your silky hair one more time—

"All right, we gotta have a talk," he groaned, completely dropping the weight, shaking the crows's nest as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

With lightening speed, you floated over, dropping yourself right in front of him.

"Yes?"

"Look, (y/n)," he sighed, running an anxious hand through his hair, fighting off the familiar burn crawling up his neck. "You're... nice. And funny. And I enjoy sharing a bottle of sake with you every once in a while."

Realizing he was going off-topic, he quickly cleared his throat, focusing back on the task at hand.

"But I can't afford any tempta—distractions," he corrected, practically turning into a beet at his obvious slip up. "So..."

Innocently, you clasped your hands behind your back, shifting your weight on your hips as you subtly leaned in, completely unbothered.

God, you were even curvier up close.

"After I'm the World's Greatest Swordsman, if you still wanna try this, then... sure. But I've got no time for it now."

With a shrug, you turned around, already knowing exactly how to handle this.

"Too bad," you sighed, your arms coming around to hug your torso. "M'free now."

Zoro swallowed thickly, unable to stop his legs from taking a step forward, as if he was supposed to comfort you.

"I couldn't... I couldn't do that to Luffy," he attempted to come up with another reason, anything to reinforce the very thin string of sanity he was holding to. "Not without talking to him first."

At that, you smirked, turning around to meet him with blazing eyes, their intensity enough to reduce the swordsman to a puddle on the floor.

"I don't see Luffy anywhere... Do you?"

"S-so eager!" you hummed, the matted floors of the crow's nest chafing slightly underneath your arched back.

Your nails dug into his muscled shoulders, holding back a giggle at the way he was already gone.

Eyes droopy...

Abs flexing...

Panting...

"Zo, s'all this pent up from—?"

"You," his rough hands kneaded your ass, dragging your body forward to grind against him.

God, he didn't even know the question he was answering.

Zoro was entirely preoccupied with making sure he didn't fucking pass out.

He was humping you as if he was in heat, soft gasps leaving his lips at the wet squelches from down below.

"Say it," his calloused hands slid up to rest on your waist, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers. "Say my name again."

It was adorable how tough he attempted to sound, acting as if he wasn't wracked with shudders at every smooth gyration of your hips against his hardened dick.

"Say what?" you purred, teasingly, peppering kisses along his neck and jaw, only to have him bite your lip in warning. "Zo? The same Zo that was so mean to me a few minutes ago, trying to ignore me—?"

"M'sorry!"

In your dreams, you'd teased him far worse than this, but he was already an utter wreck, that fact alone enough to send another wave of arousal pooling at your core.

God, this man...

"There! I said it. Won't-won't ignore you again hngh! Fuck- Let you stay as long as you want."

Bingo.

The crow's nest rang out with rhythmic plap! plap! plap! as Zoro finally picked up the pace, speeding up with each thrust deeper into your cunt.

"Ngh! Zoro- Zoro f-fuck," you keened, the air in your lungs slowly but surely leaving you. "L-Lucky I like you s'much."

He was so hot, practically burning up at the heavenly plush of your pussy, forcing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

You had never been stretched so far, his dick massaging your sweet spots without even trying.

"Ha-ahh- so tight- fuck- how the hell d'you feel so damn good?" he panted, placing the occasional open-mouth kiss against your neck.

His biceps flexed with effort, rippling as the vice like grip around your waist pulled even tighter.

You couldn't answer if you wanted to.

"C'mon, speak t'me," he smirked, smugly. "Whisper those pretty words in my ear like you always do."

"Zoro!" you moaned, weakly tossing your head back. "L-Love this- Love this s'much... Love you..."

"That right?" he grinned wildly, capturing your lips in another kiss before picking up the pace.

Oh, he was neverrr letting you go.

"Tell me more."

BONUS !!

"AHHHH!" Shanks shouted, clutching his chest as he frantically sat up in his hammock, suddenly unable to catch his breath.

A chorus of groans and grumbles sounded off as the others jolted awake, Benn Beckman rolling over on his side to look down at his captain.

"Hell are you yellin' for?" he grunted, gruffly. "S'barely four."

"I had a dream..." Shanks replied, tone distant and dramatic.

He had never had such a vivid nightmare before.

"(y/n) was kidnapped by a furry, green moss-devil with three earrings and a missing eye."

"For fuck's sake..."

"You think (y/n)'s all right? Y'know, I heard somewhere that dreams are metaphors for real life. Maybe the world's trying to tell me something."

"M'too tired 'n' too sober for this conversation."

"I'm serious!"

"Go t'sleep."

"But—"

"Sleep."

[astonmartinii]

it's got to be time travel | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem footballer!reader

face claim: jessie fleming (i'm a chelsea fan and i'm sad she left :()

they've got all the time in the world for each other, don't ask them where they got that time from though

note: we're also gonna pretend that the women's football and f1 seasons line up here lol

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: last sunday lunch before we both have to go back to work :(

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user1: ffs why do their ACTUAL jobs have to get in the way of my regularly scheduled charles x y/n content???

user2: i personally think that the fia should just give charles the championship and y/n the WSL title so they can just chill together :)

maxverstappen1: not on my watch

charles_leclerc: you don't even follow me? get out of my comments

maxverstappen1: you can't just get given the championship because you have attachment issues WE ALL HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES

charles_leclerc: me i get, but y/n doesn't deserve to win?

maxverstappen1: i never said that. y/n is girlboss slay queen

yourusername: too right i am

charles_leclerc: why are you peace and love with her and not me?

maxverstappen1: she's cool, you aren't

yourusername: can't disagree with that babe soz

user3: i have a feeling that these spats might get worse the longer charles is separated from y/n

user4: waa waa we're all sad their being separated but all i'm thinking is UP THE CHELS

user5: i need the treble right fucking now, a charles championship would be a bonus i guess

lewishamilton: will i get a formal introduction to y/n before we're teammates?

yourusername: YES, YES YOU WILL

charles_leclerc: i guess that answers that

lewishamilton: don't hate the player, hate the game

yourusername: i better see your ass at kingsmeadow at some point, it's fun, even if others think they're too good for it

lewishamilton: i'll be there 🫡

user7: can 2025 come quick.... PLEASE

user8: lol does this mean that charles has offered to take carlos to a game but he didn't go?

user9: ugh what a bore

yourusername

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yourusername: excited for the new season back with the girlypops :))))))

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user10: treble or nothing I BEG

user11: it's their year for the champions league i've seen the script

alexalbon: no seatbelt ? way to set dangerous examples to your young audience

yourusername: if you're not careful i'm gonna teach my audience how to put their foot up the ass of those annoying her

alexalbon: ugh i hope you lose :P

yourusername: i don't have to hope, i know your ass ain't gonna be in q3

alexalbon: that's TOO far @charles_leclerc does our years of friendship mean nothing?

charles_leclerc: sorry buddy, i am y/n stan first, human being second

yourusername: as he should.

user12: so like... will we see charles in a y/n jersey again in the paddock?

user13: @ferrari stop being so annoying and let him wear what he wants

user14: i think i tasted paradise when they actually let him wear a y/n canada jersey in montreal

charles_leclerc: never seen someone make blue look so good

maxverstappen1: i'm right here?

sebastianvettel: did the homoeroticism of our challenge videos mean nothing?

danielricciardo: do not lie to yourself

yourusername: sorry sluts, you wish you looked this good

charles_leclerc: they'll never be you 🫶🏻

user15: i know the cfcw admin and pr department have a heart attack every time y/n posts

user16: the way she's out here calling three f1 drivers sluts with no repercussions

yourusername: can't be told off for telling the TRUTH

f1

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f1: couple goals! charles leclerc takes pole in bahrain while his girlfriend, y/n y/ln, scored the winner for chelsea women!

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user19: okay but i've never been in a relationship and am currently rotting on my couch... so who is the real winner here x

yourusername: my handsome boy is so talented :3

charles_leclerc: not as talented as you, pretty girl

yourusername: nuh uh at least my team is competent

charles_leclerc: errrrr

samkerr20: i think you broke him lol

yourusername: sometimes i think he's more loyal to ferrari than me

charles_leclerc: no!

scuderiaferrari: huh?

charles_leclerc: wait...

yourusername: i see :(

charles_leclerc: i'm LOGGING OUT

user20: charles is so lover boy stuck in his tortured poets department (ferrari formula one team)

user21: the way he's probably yelling down the phone to y/n about how much he loves her right now

samkerr20: he is and it's so loud the whole locker room can hear it

yourusername: but he's so sweet isn't he

niamhcharles17: i guess?

alexalbon: we heard it from his side... barf

yourusername: @lilymunhe are you being starved of romance?

lilymunhe: compared to you and charles YES

alexalbon: ummmm get out of my business y/ln

yourusername: you're ALWAYS in my business buster 🤨

alexalbon: NO! i am just passing down the ancient skill of communication?

yourusername: you're such a gossip girl alex

user21: i know they bicker like siblings, but i know deep down that there have been double dates

charles_leclerc: yes, but y/n and i are much better (no offence lily)

yourusername: did you log back in to restart the argument with alex

charles_leclerc: yes!

alexalbon: boo you whore

yourusername: don't talk to him like that 🤨

samkerr20

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samkerr20: forced to hang out with the straights... they're actually kind of cute

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user22: you know the couple has to be real cute when even the gays think they're cute

user23: no one can resist the charms of y/n and charles

yourusername: these photos make me think that we are cuter

samkerr20: we are but i didn't want to hurt charles' feelings

charles_leclerc: consider them hurt

samkerr20: boo hoo

yourusername: noooooo i love you xxx

charles_leclerc: hehehehehehehe i love you too xxx

yourusername: i miss you, hurry up and win and come home to me

charles_leclerc: i'm doing my best :(

yourusername: you are the bestest boy

samkerr20: STOP THAT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE A DOG

oscarpiastri: when will australians stop being victims of this relationship

danielricciardo: this is your first season dealing with them properly, buckle up

oscarpiastri: i'm in a relationship but they make me feel so lonely

maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while

yourusername: we're right here

landonorris: let us commiserate in peace

charles_leclerc: ??? do you or do you not get free football tickets out of it?

landonorris: yeha but when we go we just have to watch you cry when y/n inevitably wins another trophy

charles_leclerc: I'M PROUD OF HER AND YOU WON'T SHAME ME FOR THAT

user24: chelsea women players must be so confused when these grown men start arguments in the comments of THEIR posts

yourusername

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yourusername: weekend off... you know what that means

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user25: i know there's over 1.5 million likes but how can i gatekeep y/n?

user26: for real

charles_leclerc: the best weekends are with you here

yourusername: i may have a love/hate relationship with this team, but the catering is banging (i may have to move to italy)

chelseafcw: NO MENTIONS OF LEAVING CHELSEA, NOT EVEN A JOKE - NOTHING!

yourusername: okay, sorry guys (the pasta was so good though)

charles_leclerc: not even for me?

chelseafcw: DEFINITELY NOT FOR YOU, WATCH OUT OR WE'LL BLACKLIST YOU FROM KINGSMEADOW

yourusername: okay, let's pedal this back. i'm not leaving london and we all still love charles, right admin?

chelseafcw: .... yes

user27: when you're in a who has attachment issues with y/n y/ln and your competition is the chelseafcw admin and charles leclerc

user28: no point even showing up

maxverstappen1: i for one am glad when y/n is in the paddock because it means i can sneak in without the cameras seeing me

yourusername: i am a woman of the people

charles_leclerc: she's such a star, everyone wants to see her

maxverstappen1: yeah i'll give you that

yourusername: we're also hot

charles_leclerc: don't you dare respond to that one max

maxverstappen1: 🫡🫡🫡

user29: patiently waiting for the hq photos of them 😚

user30: gonna print them out and put them in my heart locket

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: babe is top of the league (and top scorer)

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user33: get yourself a guy who flexes your achievements as much as charles does

user34: setting the example tbf

yourusername: my lucky charm, that hat-trick was for you xx

charles_leclerc: would mean more if you didn't score them every week 😭

yourusername: they hate to see a girlboss winning

charles_leclerc: wanna share some wins with me?

yourusername: you're doing great this season babe, not your fault that nasa decided to rebrand to red bull racing

redbullracing: adrian says thanks 😊

charles_leclerc: DON'T SAY IT Y/N

yourusername: you don't even know what i was going to say

charles_leclerc: ....

yourusername: @redbullracing you got a seat???

charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!

yourusername: whoops

user35: y/n really out here trying to get charles that damn seat

yourusername: i'll stop when the horse team makes a championship worthy car that they don't break halfway through the season...

user36: add ferrari to the group of people who shudder in fear when y/n posts

chelseafcw: fine... we hope you enjoyed (no more italy jokes)

charles_leclerc: i had a great time, i always do when i watch y/n do what she loves (slay)

yourusername: awwwwwwwwww i love you charlie

chelseafcw: okay no need to make admin feel that lonely, damn

yourusername

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yourusername: finishing my best ever season with a big trophy haul :) now time to support my trophy husband in his day job

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user41: she really be out here doing it all

user42: i need her to win the Ballon d'Or Féminin PLEASE IT IS TIME

user43: with charles in attendance, first couples red carpet appearance YES, YES RUN IT TO ME PLEASE

charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you, mon amour, constantly inspired by you

yourusername: i love you so much, thank you for being there to support me through it all

charles_leclerc: it's the biggest pleasure in the world

yourusername: i'm all out of winning this season, your turn next weekend?

charles_leclerc: for you, i'll do anything

user44: PLEASE I NEED HIM TO WIN GOOD PLEASE

alexalbon: congrats i guess, you're pretty good

yourusername: thanks, since my boyf is so supportive, it's only natural that you have to try and humble me at every turn

alexalbon: you're more famous than us now, we need to keep you grounded

lilymunhe: don't worry y/n he cried nearly just as much as charles when you won the WSL

yourusername: I KNEW IT

charles_leclerc: i still cried more

alexalbon: it's not a competition bro, we all know you're both helplessly in love

yourusername: that we are

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: happiest when i'm with you (and whoever has decided to tag along), oh and winning a race helps as well i guess

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user45: CHARLES WIN I REPEAT A CHARLES WIN WE WON?

user46: the way y/n went just as mental as us, her and zecira jumping around the garage (and starting the champagne shower after the podium)

user47: really proving that y/n and charles really are each other's biggest fans

user48: thank the lord the WSL season finished when it did so y/n could be there for this win

user49: y/n would've ran to austria to be there i'm sure

yourusername: you know it 🫡

maxverstappen1: had to let you win so you could look cool in front of your infinitely cooler girlfriend

charles_leclerc: not even gonna bite, i'm too happy to care

yourusername: i'll bite - HIS TALENTED BEHIND SCHOOLED YOUR ASS

maxverstappen1: but i called you cool?

yourusername: i'll accept the compliment now, i had to defend charles' honour first

charles_leclerc: heheheehe i'm blushing

maxverstappen1: gross

user50: i need y/n to permanently be in the ferrari garage, they were on it today (i think out of fear)

landonorris: damn i thought i thirdwheeling lestappen was bad, but y/n and charles is a different beast

yourusername: we're both athletes, need to savour the time we have together when we can

charles_leclerc: sorry not sorry you'll get it when you're in love

landonorris: .... i guess i'll die then

fin.

note: i hope you enjoyed !!!! one last WIP to go and good lord the writers block is kicking my ass. but f1 being back should help!!! + f1 academy, much enjoyed it so far.

[karinasbaby]

PARK SUNGHOON — I WISH SUNGHOON WAS MY BOYFRIEND.. (A VERY SHORT SUNGHOON SMAU!)

✶ IM JOKING THO! .. maybe not.

SYNOPSIS.. when the wonders of the modelling world and photographing world get clashed lots of secrets get revealed, lots of enemies are made and lots of friends are lost. so how will your story, an upcoming photographer unfold when entangled with seoul’s infamous supermodel park sunghoon?

⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ──── PAIRING, FEM!PHOTOGRAPHER READER X MODEL!SUNGHOON. (17+) | WARNINGS, fluff, weird. just weird stuff. swearing, um cute stuff too? will eventually contain smut, idk this is all pre planned i’m posting this after i finish all the chapters so i’ll update then if not hi i forgot :D ! (update i am NOT posting this with all chapters finished.) | A,NOTE. my first smau series kinda nervous kinda about to kms but we ball this is for chels HAPPY BIRTHDAAYYYYY

ꕤ ... this is basically me making up for the distress, annoyance and dramatic-ness i’ve made chelsea go through for the past 5 months, happy birthday chelsea i love you !! <3 (even tho i’m like 3 months late 😞)

WARNINGS: (will contain) swearing, suggestive themes & smut (17+), angst, fluff, questionable scenarios.. it’s gonna have a lot of lore (updating this like three weeks later to confirm that this smau is going to be nowhere near short. i’m stressed.) thanks to my beloved nia i’ll probably finish this in the summer of 2025 but! i’ll try my best i promise, lots of characters r just. horrible. asshole sunghoon obv, mentions of toxic work environments & (modelling) industries, more will be added as we move forward 🙂‍↕️

UPDATING SCHEDULE: this smau will be updated every friday & sunday from september till oct-nov (for now), some chaps may get delayed as im also a uni student so pls bear with me 🙏🏼 other than that i hope u enjoy :3

CHAPTER INDEX!

♡ .. PROFILES

• 1.. sprinkle of asshole-ness 😥

• 2.. odd atelierian triplets

• 3.. CRAZYDOGSLEEVES!

• 4.. top secret secret top secret?

• 5.. suspicious as fuck..

── MORE TO COME!

a,note. really stepping out of my comfort zone with this smau 😓 but i’m really excited for everything :3 !! anyways, i’m exactly 23 days late from chels’ birthday as i upload this masterlist but hey! we have till summer of 2025 to celebrate her birthday now w this smau :D ! anywho happy birthday chels @ak4e7a !!! i love u !!!

[serenit-teas]

Me, riddled with delusion <- (is a 6'3 P enjoyer and believer)

I just!!! I know everyone has commented on it in some way shape or form and I guess it's my turn to throw my two cents in😔 god I should not have the freedom to ramble on this app

Like!! This guy, this one man battalion is terrifying in concept. A puppet with an incredibly rare (and deadly) ability to lie, with advanced combat skills and power that only seems to enhance thanks to the Ergo that can be encountered in his ventures, and an imposing figure to round it all out. In theory it screams threat, danger.

But then you meet him, see how meek and gentle he is with everyone in Hotel Krat. Once, witnessing Spring recoil at his advance, hissing and all but swatting at him. Though being able to emote was one of the few things he could not yet do, you swear he seemed to wilt after the encounter with the feline. During the rockier moments of becoming acquainted with the cat, he would never grow frustrated after the failed attempts, understanding and respecting that she's not comfortable around him. He would simply leave her be, and try again later.

He rarely speaks, and if he does it's one word or a clipped phrase, not out of rudeness or anything of the sort, it's new and quite frankly, there's a high chance that he simply wouldn't know what to say.

There's something of a quite excitement and giddiness in P when he brings a new record back to the Hotel, not only does it mean that he gets to experience what this recent find has to offer, but also that any of the other residents of the Hotel can enjoy the spoils of his journey.

He listens and takes heed in what people say, no matter if it's critical information in regards to his outings, passing comments of bygone days, or just ramblings in any variety, he listens, makes the people around him feel heard and understood. (Even if some things go over his head)

He'll realise some time or later that he LIKES making the people he's met happy*, seeing their faces light up in glee or relief.

It's a small victory in the hell they're all surviving.

Every time I think of P I imagine this gentle giant who is so achingly soft spoken and sweet, who is aware of his immense strength and takes care to never harm those he treasures. And in turn that leads to the BEST juxtaposition of the raw carnage he's capable of! This guy can rip through sturdy puppets and manmade horrors like they're wet tissue paper, has stared down monstrosities and come out on top, can bounce back from injuries that would leave others utterly mangled at best.

He is a terrifying concept and there's no denying what he can easily do if he so chose, but his conscious effort to exhibit the utmost care when surrounded by fragility makes my heart MELT. Soft boy P will forever have me hooked no matter what, but there's something about a tall boy with a heart of gold (literally) who, despite still learning how to live and experience, understands his presence around others.🥺

*(Not that he would want to see them upset, I think at first there would be a nuetral understanding of "What happens here affects me and my progress." Just a thought though!)

[maluustrawberry]

write more of the el dorado series please 🙏🏾

"My biggest treasure"

(Tulio X Fem! Reader X Miguel)

(The Road to El Dorado Fanfiction)

{Part 3}

{Part 2}

{Part 1}

N/A: As you wish baby heheheheheheheh. I'm back my readers! If there are any errors in the fanfic, please correct me. Good reading! ❤️

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~{Pov} Y/n:

After a long time, night came and all the men were going to bed. I was still awake and already sneaking food into the rowing boat. I had to at least find something to keep me awake so we could set off when everyone was asleep. I took a short break to eat the apple I was saving.

For God's sake, Y/n! You're helping two thieves and you're going on a trip with them?! What if this town doesn't exist? What if they betray me? Of course Miguel promised me, but I'm not sure I should trust him, I don't know how seriously he takes promises. I can't believe I'm practically throwing everything away to find this city... Ah Dad... What I won't do for you...

I came out of my thoughts when I was eating the apple and Altivo gave me a little push to get my attention. That horse was very intelligent:

“Hey boy.” He kept his eyes on the apple I was eating. “I know what you want, you know your owner won't let you, but I'm good...”

I handed him the apple and he ate it, then kept asking me for a cuddle:

“Ok boy, I've got to go now.” I said as I stroked him. “There's a lot ahead for me... and for those two clumsy boys too.”

I added and laughed as I said it. I moved away from Altivo and went to check that everyone was asleep before calling Miguel and Tulio, and they were, it was now. I went to the lower deck where the cargo was and where they were hiding. I approached the barrels:

“Come on, they're all asleep, it's time.” I said and immediately they came out of the barrels.

“Finally, did everything work out?” Miguel asked and I nodded.

“For a moment I thought you were going to betray us and leave us here.” Tulio said in an attempt to annoy me.

“I'm not like you.” I returned the taunt and he looked me up and down.

“Come on, guys...”

I went ahead, the boys followed me off the deck, I saw Miguel putting something away in his shirt, but I didn't see what it was. We got out, Túlio and I tied the boat to the rope to lower it into the sea while Miguel watched to see if anyone was coming:

“Make sure you tie it up properly.” Túlio spoke with mockery, I couldn't resist and made the famous middle finger sign. “That's not something a lady does... Oh I almost forget, you're not one... you're just pretending to be a man around” He sneered.

“Keep believing I'll care about a thief's opinion, Tulio.” I said as I climbed into the rowing boat and, still holding the rope, prepared to go down, just waiting for him and Miguel.

Túlio climbed into the boat, looking at me disapprovingly and I just ignored him. Miguel walked up to us on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, but Altivo went up to him and gave him a little push to get his attention. For God's sake, don't let that horse make any noise...

“Oh Altivo...” Miguel said as he stroked the horse, but it didn't seem to want any affection, it was sniffing around for something in Miguel's blouse.

“Come on Miguel!” Tulio whispered impatiently. “Stop wasting time, this is a workhorse, not a poodle!”

Miguel quickly went to the boat, I was going to lower the ropes so that the boat would go out to sea, but he stopped me:

“Y/n, let me do it, you've already done too much.” He offered, holding out his hand.

“Oh, all right...”

I handed him the rope and sat in the boat while they went down. I confess I was quite scared of the water, I can't swim, there's that, but I don't think anything bad will happen... I hope... Altivo was neighing low and grumbling and he looked at us as we lowered the boat into the sea. Damn, that horse is going to wake someone up:

“Shiii! Altivo...” I whispered to him and signaled silence, that horse was smart, but he kept stubbornly neighing.

“Arg! What does that horse want?” Tulio asked angrily.

“He wants the apple.” Miguel laughed as he took out the apple that was hidden in his clothes. That's what he had stolen.

“Then give it to him before he wakes up the whole ship!” Tulio impatiently took the apple from Miguel's hands and threw it back into the ship, the horse soon falling silent.

As I was sitting down, I took the opportunity to take off the rest of my disguise, since I was without my false moustache, I took off my hat and let my hair down. After a few seconds, the apple that Tulio had thrown came back and fell into the sea:

“How this?...”

Before I could finish the question, the three of us were startled by Altivo jumping into the water to get the apple, which was very unexpected:

“Altivo!”

Miguel shouted, letting go of the rope and jumping into the sea to save that horse. As soon as he let go of the rope, the boat became unbalanced and fell into the water, I almost fell into the sea and Tulio became a little unbalanced too:

“Miguel!” Túlio shouted as he rowed over to the blond who was trying to help the horse.

I held out my hand for Miguel to take and climbed back into the boat. Holy shit, how are we going to save him and that horse?!

A caravel passed right by our rowing boat, and the wave it caused caused our boat to capsize:

“Oh no!” I exclaimed frightened and nervous as I held on to the boat, I didn't know how to swim. “No! No! No!”

We shouted as soon as the boat capsized, I couldn't hold on and fell straight into the water, desperate, I was trying to keep myself afloat, flapping my feet and hands anyway:

“I can't swim!” I said as I tried to breathe, but the water was entering my mouth and nose, suffocating me. “Help!”

The boys managed to swim to the overturned boat and climbed in, then saw the situation I was in:

“Hold on!” Túlio held out his hand. No fucking way!

“No!...” The water went straight into my mouth and I choked. “I'd rather drown!”

“Miguel, wrap the rope around the horse and pull on three!” Tulio said, handing Miguel the rope.

“But what about Y/n?” Miguel asked, but Tulio interrupted.

“Just do it! Quickly!”

I knew I shouldn't trust them. Gradually I sank and lost air, I still wasn't giving up and I was desperate to get to the surface, but it was no use, my nose started to sting and the water started to invade, my vision gradually blurred and I blacked out.

~ {Pov} Tulio:

Miguel and I pulled the boat and managed to get it unstuck with Altivo inside, we climbed exhausted into the boat:

“Where's Y/n?” I asked and Miguel pointed, a little dizzy and catching his breath.

I looked where Miguel pointed and saw only the girl's hand, she was sinking. I wasted no time and jumped back into the water, swimming over to her, who was passed out. I dived in and luckily managed to catch her and swam back to the boat, holding her:

“Oh my, Y/n...”

Miguel was very worried when he saw the fainted girl and helped me get her back into the boat. I climbed in, and the first thing I did was to put my head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat, but it was impossible because of her bodice and the large number of bands she was wearing on her breasts, I think because of her disguise. I can't believe I'm going to do this...

I lifted her clothes a little and took off the straps and bodice, which were squeezing her body. Miguel looked at me reproachfully as if to say "What are you doing?", but I ignored it, I'm just trying to save her. I mean... I won't deny that it was nice to see her body and a bit of her breasts, after all, she is attractive. I put my head on her chest again, I could hear her heart:

“She's alive.” I said as I patted her face to wake her up. “Come on... come on, Y/n... Breathe!”

I kept doing this and after a few seconds she woke up. I didn't want to admit it, but I was quite relieved.

~ {Pov} Y/n:

I woke up, regaining consciousness, coughing and spitting out the water that had gotten in, my breath was burning and I was trying to catch my breath, they really had saved me?

“Y/n!!!” Miguel hugged me tightly. “I thought you'd left us!”

“Less, Miguel...” Tulio said and the blonde slowly let me go. “Let her breathe, you'll end up killing the girl that way.”

“W-Who...” I tried to speak, but I was still coughing.

“Is there any food left at least?” Túlio asked, catching his breath.

“Ah... yes and no...” Miguel replied. The food had gone into the sea and Altivo had eaten almost everything else they had salvaged.

“Oh no!” Tulio lamented and put his hands on his head.

“Tulio, look on the bright side, it can't get...” Before he could finish speaking, the heavy rain suddenly started.

“Would you say 'WORSE', perhaps?!” Tulio asked him angrily.

“No, I wouldn't...” Miguel lied.

“No?” Tulio asked again.

“No, seriously, I've already reconsidered my optimism...”

I just watched them, sitting next to Altivo and controlling my breathing, after all, I had almost drowned. I found it strange that I was breathing better and didn't feel "tight", and that's when I realized that I was without my corset and my sash, which I had tightened on purpose to hide my breasts in the disguise... so wait a minute... no, they didn't do that... I felt my face heat up a lot, how embarrassing, I hope they didn't see anything. Still sitting down, I put my knees in front of me and hugged my legs, I wasn't wearing anything underneath and my clothes were wet, almost transparent:

“I told you it wouldn't be a good idea to take her!” Tulio said angrily to Miguel and pointed at me. Hey, wait a minute! “Women are always a bad omen at sea!”

“Arg! shut up!” I said, still sitting down. “I had nothing to do with it, it wouldn't have happened if that horse hadn't jumped into the sea.” Altivo neighed, complaining. “Sorry, boy.”

“Before I suspected you were a curse, now I'm sure!”

“Oh really?!” I asked sarcastically and moved closer to him and Miguel. “I've barely started raising hell in your life yet! What do you want me to do now? Throw you to the sharks?”

“Better than living on this trip with you!”

“Guys, please...” Miguel butted in and approached us. “Stop it, of course we're going to have a lot of obstacles on this trip, but we'll manage. Relax.”

He moved away from us, picked up the oars and started rowing:

“I'm starting to regret taking part in this...” I mumbled to myself as I tried to calm down and put my fingers on my eyebrows, I'm going to avoid fighting with Tulio just for Miguel.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You bastard.” I muttered to Tulio.

“Stubborn.” He muttered back.

“Stupid.”

“Liar.”

“Little fucking thief.”

“Masculine.”

“Guys!” Miguel scolded us.

“All right!” Tulio and I said angrily in a chorus.

We were shivering after diving into the sea and the cold water from the heavy rain that was falling on us. I hope the sea doesn't get too rough with this storm...

Continue...

[wimmipimmi]

Important Things

Pairing: Lara Croft x GN!Reader

Requested By: @innammoratta

Word Count: ???

Summary: You and Lara are best friends in the middle of searching for the box of Ix Chel. When she gets injured and you two stop for the night to take care of her wounds, things come out that you never thought would.

Tags/Warnings: Lara and reader are best friends, based on the jaguar fight scene in the 'Shadow of the Tomb Raider' game, confessions, kissing, talk of Lara fighting the jaguar and skinning it, but nothing graphic or violent

A/N: This has been *checks calendar* over a year in the making 🧍‍♀️I am so sorry to the person that requested this that it took me this long, me and writing are a weird one, but I finally managed to knock this out 🤩 hope it is to your liking, and to all the Lara Croft lovers out there, enjoy! 🫶🏻

-

"Shit, Lara!" You strain to shout, fear buzzing through your body as you feel your heartbeat racing inside your chest.

Your sight of her is somewhat obscured by branches and other flora, but you can see enough to watch her as she struggles against the jaguars grip, its nails and teeth clawing against Lara's skin, and the sound of her in pain does nothing to make you feel more calm.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hands on your head, you wrack your brain as for how to help, but your brain seems to blank, the only thing it's focusing on is seeing Lara in this dangerous situation. Your heart feels like it's about to explode, and your breathing has now become quickened and shallow. You hit yourself lightly on the head, eyes squeezed tightly shut as you force your brain to think.

If she dies right now, that's on you.

The though seems to kick your brain back to life as before you know it, you've grabbed the flare gun from your left pant leg strap and thrown it under the piece of stone towards a still struggling Lara.

"Lara! Flare gun!" You shout, hoping and praying that she gets it and can shoot the jaguar in time.

Everything seems to slow down as you watch Lara move to grab the gun, just narrowly missing another attack. Eyes becoming blurry as your fear increases, you can't properly make out anything else that seems to happen.

Crack.

Blinking rapidly, your eyes finally focus, noticing little sparks. Then a quick blur passing you makes you realise that you did it. She did it. Lara is back up with her bow drawn, ready to release it.

Hope bubbles up in your stomach, releasing a breath you didn't realise you were holding. Your fingers grip the long and heavy piece of stone, trying to lift it up enough so you can get underneath and help her but to no avail.

"Shit." You whisper to yourself as you pant, most of your energy having been exhausted.

You helplessly watch as Lara skillfuly takes out the jaguar, one well placed shot at a time.

"Lara!" You cry out once you see the animal drop dead, worried about her condition. Her head turns immediately to where you are, and she makes her way over towards you.

Without a word, you both lift up the stone, and you crawl underneath to the other side as quickly as you can. As soon as she drops it, you're quick to envelope her in a hug, tears streaming down your face.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" A hiss makes you immediately release your hold, resting your hands on her upper arms instead.

"I'm so sorry Lara. I wish I could've helped you more, I-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you helped me more than you know-"

"But it's not okay! I mean you could've-. You could've died Lara!"

She grabs your hands from her arms and holds them in front of you both. Your crying subsides a little, and you subconsciously welcome the warmth her hands bring to yours.

"But I'm not. I'm right here in front of you. And I'm not going anywhere. Understood?" She ressures you, her tone serious but with a sweet tinge.

You sniffle, a wobbly smile rising onto your lips, and one appears on Lara's too when she notices yours. Yours eyes flicker over her form, and that's when you notice just how battered and exhausted she looks.

"Are you okay?" You ask so quietly it's almost a whisper.

She releases her hands from yours and shrugs.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken up."

She turns and walks over to the jaguar to begin skinning it, and your eyes turn into saucers as you notice the huge gash on her back.

"Holy shit, Lara... your back." You exhale out. She stands up and turns to you after she's done. You grab her free hand.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Is all you can say, a million thoughts wracking through your brain.

-

It's nighttime, the both of you having found a place to start a fire and seek shelter for the night so you both can rest up and eat. Much to Lara's protest, you're in the middle of helping her clean up her wounds on her back as she's sewing something you can't exactly make yet out of the jaguar skin she got before.

"Sorry." You whisper out as you hear her hiss again from the pain of you dabbing a part of her back with an antiseptic and cloth.

"I had a dream about my mother recently."

You perk your head up, even though Lara can't see you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It was so vivid." You hear the happiness in her voice. You feel a smile perk up on your lips as you continue to take care of her wounds. It's quiet for a moment.

"I miss her."

You pause what you're doing and look at the back of her head. A pained grin appears on your mouth for a split second, then you continue to finish bandaging up her injury.

"I know you do."

Another moment goes by.

"If you had the box, then power to have any type of world you wished for. Would you do it." Lara asks you.

You ponder for a moment, a few ideas floating around your brain. But when your eyes fall back to her dark hair in front of you, you know your answer.

"No. I don't think I would."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. As much as there are plenty of things I would change in this world, everything I love is already in it." You say gently as you finish the last bandage, smoothing out Lara's back.

She feels that you've finished and turns around to face you, a small smile on her face.

"Like your stupid rock collection, or sushi, or your gaming console, huh?" She quips, an all-knowing smirk appearing on her lips.

You scoff and playfully roll your eyes, them landing back on her lips as you both start laughing.

"Yes, of course there are those, but there are also more important things than that."

"Like what?" She asks, and both of your laughing dies down.

Looking in her eyes, you notice how they're illuminated by the fire. You would walk through the fire in her eyes to truly see into her being and stay there.

Instinctively, you bring your right hand up and cup the side of her face. Her eyes widen. You gently rub your thumb on her cheek back and forth.

An owl hoots in the distance, cutting you out of whatever trance you were in. Blinking a few times, the realisation of what you've done hits you, and you go to pull your hand away.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so-"

You feel something stop you. Looking down, you see Lara's hand around your wrist. Your eyes flicker over to her face, and you notice her becoming a little flustered.

"No... it's okay." Lara whispers out as she slowly brings your palm back to the side of her face, leaning into it a little.

You swallow nervously, senses hightened by her touch. Has she always been this close to you this entire time? You were unsure, but couldn't think any further on it as you both stare into each others' eyes.

It feels so nice, you feel yourself getting warmer, an almost burning sensation in your chest. That's when the thought pops into your head.

You really want to kiss her.

You know you shouldn't. She's been your best friend for how many years? You're one of the only close people she has left. If you do anything stupid now and ruin what you two have, it'd be more devastating. But the urge doesn't leave, it crawling through your veins like an itch you can't scratch.

And then you see it.

Her eyes. Flicker down. To your lips.

You freeze at the realisation. What this could possibly mean.

You really want to kiss her.

Your eyes search hers, looking for something, though you're not sure what. Her eyes lock onto yours.

You really want to kiss her.

You notice her face move slowly towards yours as she moves her hand from your wrist all the way up your arm, around your shoulder, down your back until it sits on your waist.

You really want to kiss her.

Her face stops an inch before yours, so close you can feel her breath on your face. She looks into your eyes again one more time, as if she's waiting for you to pull back in disgust and adamantly say no.

You do nothing of the sort.

You kiss her.

The feeling of her lips is nothing like you've felt before. They're a little chapped, but it doesn't matter because you're kissing her.

You kiss her for what feels like minutes, as if you've been starved of her. Moving closer to each other, your other hand moves to the back of her neck, threading the tops of your fingers through her hair, whilst her other hand rests on your thigh.

When you both stop, you rest your foreheads against each other's, looking into each other's eyes as you both sheepishly smile.

A silence passes.

"You."

Confusion contorts on Lara's face.

"What?"

"I wouldn't change this world because you're in it."

Lara smiles lovingly at you as she rubs her thumb against your thigh.

"I wouldn't either."

~

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all enjoyed! My ask box is open and currently taking any requests! Please check my pinned post for who I write and some rules. Have a great day :)

[karinasbaby]

sunghoon ain’t NOBODY looking at that damn lion my guy 🙏🏼😹

✧ instagram stories for sunghoon

pairing: idol!sunghoon x reader

warnings: reader is obsessed w him, breeding joke, a little suggestive, hoon is hot

[lukeywritesstuff]

Holiday Shopping

Dad!Luke x Mom!Reader

Description: Luke, your 4 year old son and you go holiday shopping together. And yes they did name their kid after Sidney Crosby because I feel like at least one Hughes brother would do that.

Warnings: fluff, lots of it, children and a pregnancy mention.

NOT MY GIF!

“Luke did you text Quinn to ask him if we’re getting Jack a new basketball net for the lake house?” I asked my husband as we walk around Dick’s Sporting Goods.

“Yeah he said we’re gonna buy it since we have a bigger car and he’s gonna pay me half of it back.” He said. “Uhm I’ll pick out the net and you can go to the shoes with Sid to let him pick new ones for school, and can you grab a pair of air forces for Duker? I’ll text you his size.”

“Yeah. Can you also grab another stick for Sid for street hockey? Your brother and him were playing yesterday and he broke his other stick.” I said and Luke nodded before we went our separate ways.

After we pay there we put all the stuff in the trunk of Luke’s truck before we went into the actual mall.

We decided to start off my going into some stores to buy things for our mums, we picked up makeup and skincare from Sephora, some comfy leggings from some pop up leggings store, and some Ugg boots from the Ugg store.

Then we went into Spencer’s and bought Quinn some T-shirt with some lame quote about looking grumpy because Luke thought it was the funniest thing ever, and we went to GameStop and got him a new controller because Luke said he complains about drift while playing chel.

We picked up Mario Kart for Sid’s switch at the GameStop as well, Luke and Sid went off on their own after to find something for me, so I decided to grab some things for them, which was, like: some actor Luke likes biography, some Nike sweatpants, Lululemon hoodies and a headband (his hair is always in his face but he doesn’t wanna cut it), a new Stanley because he lost his at the rink, and a baby onesie to tell him about the baby I’m pregnant with. And I got Sid: some Lego sets he told me he wanted, a Nike sweatsuit, a new target set for his net, new roller blades, Mario Kart as said earlier, and a new iPad since he dropped his down the stairs.

We met back up after and Sid was sleeping in Luke’s arm as he was carrying bags in another.

“Let’s just buy my dad something online, someone’s a little sleepy.” He said and I smiled at my two beautiful boys.

“That sounds good. He’s not hard to shop for anyways. Let’s go.” I said and we drove home.

I hid the presents I bought for the guys in the laundry room knowing neither of them go in there anyways. Then I go upstairs and see Luke and Sid lying in mine and Luke’s bed so I lay with them and just stare at my sleepy boys.

I love my family, and I can’t wait for the new addition to come in 5 months.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

MUM?

Pairings: single-dad!George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George hired you to babysit his daughter while he works, what if she calls you mum on accident in front of George Warnings: none I don't think NOTE: tell me if you want a part 2, because i would be down to do another one

PART 2

you've been babysitting George's little girl for about 5 months now for some extra cash and you couldn't help but notice she was a little angel that was just like her father

you had gone to school with George but you weren't in the same group, you were friendly but never really talked, so you were surprised when he remembered you when you came in for him to hire you.

he had called you in today because it was busy with the holiday coming up and you said yes.

so that's why you were in his lounge room, his little girl Chelsea on your lap with her stuffed toy as he spoke to you about what to do for the day until he gets off work

"and you can go out to the little café down the street for lunch, I don't really mind and yeah," he nodded his head, going off the list

"do you want her to bed at any particular hour?" you asked him

"no bed!" she yelled, playing with the stuffed bunny's ear

"you know what? it's the weekend, I can put her to bed after you leave" he replied

"alright, you good up here?" he cleared his throat

you nodded you head and watched as he leaned down to place a kiss onto Chelsea's head

"I'll see you both later" he smiled before going downstairs to the shop

you admired George for what he's doing for him and his family

after Fred's death he was left alone here and then his girlfriend dumped their baby on him and left, breaking up with him and tearing his life up even more

he's been left to provide for him and his little girl for 5 years now and after everything he can still put on a smile.

you felt bad for him and Chelsea, they didn't deserve any of that and you couldn't imagine how anybody would want to willingly abandon them.

"what do you want to do first, Chels?" you asked, lifting her off your lap

she struggled as she got off the couch before taking your hand in her small one, she took a few steps back and walked to her bedroom, you slouched down as you followed her

"sit" she said to you

you went over to her bed and sat down as she rummaged through her toy box

she turned back to you with a teddy bear in her hand and frowned

"not there" she whined before pointing the the ground on the purple and blue rug

"sit there" she demanded

you smiled and got off her bed, taking a seat where she pointed while she took a seat in front of you

"I'll be bunny" she started before handing you the bear "and you be mister fuzzy"

you took the bear and smiled at her before she began talking with a different voice, impersonating bunny

-

"what do you want to eat, Chels?" you asked her, looking at the menu of the little café George told you about

"pancakes!" she beamed, bunny in her hands

"sweetheart they don't have that" you looked down at her in her seat

"but daddy said they do" she frowned

"well it might be on the breakfast menu, is there anything you want that they have on here for lunch?" you questioned

she sighed and pouted

"fine" she crossed her arms

you read out what they have and she made her decision and got the chicken nuggets with chips

"what did you get?" she asked, shifting in her seat

you told her what you gotten and she hummed in response

"Y/n? do you like my daddy?" she asked you, giving you bunny as her milkshake came to the table

you smiled at the waitress and looked back down at Chelsea

"your dad is very nice" you blinked

"but do you like him?" she furrowed her eyebrows cutely

"sure" you replied shortly

"do you love him?"

"I barely know him" you laughed it off

"but daddy says-" she started

"-I don't think you should tell me what daddy said" you cut her off, thanking the waitress who put down your drink in front of you

"but-" she tried again but you handed her her milkshake

"how about you try your shake?" you smile when she took a sip

you and Chelsea talked about things and you told her a story of when her dad had pranked you in school that made her laugh and say her dad was mean, you decided to leave out Fred in case that made her sad or George hadn't told her of him, but you doubted he would do that

"can we go now, I wanna draw" she whined, swinging her feet

you had finished your food and had to pretend to eat hers for her to finish her plate

"alright alright, c'mon" you moved to get up from the booth and got her up

"I don't wanna walk" she cried

you slung your bag on your shoulder and picked her up and went to the counter to pay

you walked back to the shop with her in your arms

you entered the shop and saw George at the counter ringing up the products.

"there you guys are! have fun?" George smiled as he saw Chelsea. the shop wasn't rushed as it was when you left, so he had time for a light conversation

Chelsea grinned and reached for George

you passed her over and he groaned dramatically as he lifted her up

"daddy! I had chicken nuggets!" she smiled

"of course you did, you love them" he kissed her cheek, making her giggle

"what are you guys gonna do now?" he asked, looking at you and smiling

"I'm gonna draw!" Chelsea spoke excitedly

"ooh, what are you going to draw, sweetheart?" he rocked her side to side

Chelsea thought for a second before answering george

"a unicorn"

"well you better go and get to it!" he put her down on the ground and she ran up the stairs, being careful not to trip as he kept you there with him

"any problems?" he turned to you and raised his eyebrows

you wondered if you should tell him about what Chelsea was going on about, about what he apparently said for her to ask if you love him. but you didn't want to make anything awkward and end up getting fired

"no, there's never any problems with her" you shrugged

he shook his head amused by what you said

"what?" you chuckled, confused by what he was laughing at

"what do you that makes her behave like an angel?" he quizzed

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything?" you tilted your head

"the past babysitters said she was horrible, that she was awful and behaved badly, I'm just trying to understand why she's being so nice to you" he snickered

"well that doesn't seem like her, speaking of, I should probably go make sure she hasn't hurt herself getting up all those stairs" you frowned

"right, yeah, you go" he responded quickly, watching you as you rushed up the stairs to follow her, calling her name

-

"do you like it?" Chelsea asked as she picked her drawing up

you looked over at her and smiled at the art she made

"it's amazing, Chels! who are they?" you beamed as you pointed to the people to the side of the unicorn that you would see in a typical children muggle book

"well that's me" she pointed to the short girl in the far right

"then that's you and Daddy" she said as she motioned to the other two

you laughed it off and she went back to draw something else

"Chelsea?" you turned to her, she looked up and smiled brightly with teeth

"why are you so nice to me? I heard you didn't like the other babysitters you had before" you interrogated her

"becuase you're nice" she kicked her feet back and forth as she layed on her stomach

"is that it?" you raised your brows

"because daddy said you were nice" she replied

you sat up and watched her "when did he say that?"

"he says it a lot, he talks about you almost everyday" she giggled

you smiled and went back to scribbling on a piece of paper

"I'm bored" she sat up and let go of her crayons

"well what do you want to do?" you blinked

"can we bake something!" she stood up and started putting her things up, cleaning without having to ask her to do it

"are we allowed to?" you asked as you watched her

"daddy said we could do anything, and we did it like, last week" she huffed, taking your hand, waiting for you to get up

"alright then"

-

"crack the egg" you instructed, holding the bowl with one hand as you passed her an egg. she was sat on the counter with a little chef hat that she insisted on wearing

she banged the egg on the bowl and let the egg oose out of the shell, before putting it to the side

you picked out some of the shell and passed her the second egg, letting her crack the other one.

"alright, do you know what to do next?" you quizzed

"beat it" she answered

you got the mixer and did it yourself, her watching in anticipation

you kept mixing around the bowl until it looked good

you gave her the chocolate chunks and let her pour them in as you folded it in.

"alright, let's get you down" you let go of the bowl and picked her up and put her down on the ground, getting the tray ready

you scooped the cookie batter onto the tray and put it in the oven

"when will they be ready?!" Chelsea jumped up and down

"they won't take too long, but you have to wait until after dinner to eat them" you responded before hearing the door open

"I'm home" you heard George call

"daddy!" Chelsea yelled as she ran to him, jumping in his open arms

it was the usual time he closed the shop but you hadn't realised the time until now.

you smiled as you watched them

"what are you guys doing?" he grinned and he put her down

"me and mummy are making cookies!" she giggled as she went over to you.

your smile faded away and George's face turned beet red

your mouth hung open as you avoided George's gaze that was stuck on you

"honey, um-" George cleared his throat, he bent down to her level and looked at her

"what did you call Y/n?" he blinked

"mummy?" she mumbled, not knowing if she was in trouble or not

George kissed her cheek and whispered something into her ear, she apologised before running to her room

George stood up and looked at you awkwardly

"I'm sorry, that's never happened before" he sighed

you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to say

"I think she's just overwhelmed by the amount of time she spends with you, she might've gotten confused or just looks up to you and sees you as a mother figure. this is the longest that any babysitter has lasted so." he finished

"it's fine" you murmured, still a little shocked

"to be honest I'm glad she chose you to be her mother figure but if that makes you uncomfortable then i'll make sure it won't happen again" he smiled slightly, looking a little relieved

"it's ok, I wouldn't blame her, I think she's just confused too" you nodded vigorously

"do you want to um- would you want to stay for dinner? maybe" he asked

"if not, maybe with me, sometime?" he asked again before you answered

"are you.." you paused, once again, shocked "asking me out?"

"I mean, only if you say yes, and if I didn't just make a fool out of myself. I did didn't I? I'm sorry, forget I said any of that, it's been a while since I've-" he rambled

you'd be an idiot to turn him down, he was an attractive and funny guy, and a wonderful father.

"-I'd love that" you cut him off

"you'd love to go on a date with me? or both? I mean after seeing you with Chelsea I think I really like you- like is such a childish word isn't it? but i've grown some feelings for you and I hope you could reciprocate them" he gabbled

"I do" you smiled nervously

he stopped and looked at you for a moment, his face flushed and his smile faded before it came back again sheepishly

"great"

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Head Over Heels in the Moment

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

How Chelsea!Roy met his coach's daughter for the first time.

Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader 0.7k words Warnings: Language, Chelsea!Roy, Roy already being a fool for the reader

Roy Kent wasn’t nervous about going to Chelsea. No way in hell. It was just Chelsea. Legendary Chelsea, with its history of greatness and high expectations for him.

Alright, fine, he was a smidge nervous.

But the moment he laced up his boots and stepped on the pitch, his nerves dissipated. Because no matter where he stood and no matter what kit he wore, it was still football. And Roy Kent loved football.

Just as he was starting to feel comfortable, a flash of pink caught his eye. He glanced away from the drill he was meant to be doing to take in the sight of a bright summer dress and a beaming smile. Fucking hell. If he thought his heart pounded when he ran around on the pitch, it was nothing compared to now. He tried to remember the last time his palms were this sweaty or his mouth this dry; he was failing to think of any instance.

He tapped the shoulder of the fella next to him. “Who’s that?” he asked, nodding towards the vision in pink on the sideline who had yet to even glance his way, instead cheering the names of other players. Players he suddenly wished he was.

His new teammate chuckled knowingly. “Ah. That’s Coach’s daughter. She’s always hanging around. Visits from uni whenever she can.” He clapped Roy on the shoulder sympathetically. “Stay away, though,” he said in a warning voice. “She’s completely off-limits.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Not like I’m gonna do something,” he grumbled. “Just curious.”

Another knowing chuckle rumbled in his teammate’s chest as they resumed their drill. “Sure, Kent.”

Roy remained curious for the rest of training. He kept glancing over, trying to catch her eye. But she never looked his way. She stayed by her father’s side, watching training with a small smile on her lips. Players who came her way were greeted with waves and high-fives, as though they were old friends. He caught the way some of them looked at her; he wondered if he had the same stupid, dreamy expression on his own face. Probably did, he thought. Probably looked like a fucking wanker.

His curiosity finally got the best of him when he caught sight of her alone in the hallway after practice had ended. Telling himself he was just getting comfortable in his new home and trying to get to know people (what a fucking lie), he approached her with a half-wave.

“Oi,” he greeted as she stopped to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “’m Roy.”

She nodded firmly. “I know.”

Roy tried to think of the last time a woman spoke to him so plainly. Some part of him kind of liked it. “You’ve heard of me then?” He dared to lean a smidge closer. “You a fan?”

Her eyeroll somehow managed to be charming. “I’ve been running your paperwork to HR all week,” she scoffed. Despite her aloofness, he could see the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. With another cool nod, she turned on her heel to walk away.

“Wait.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, curiosity finally coloring her face. “You going to tell me your name or what?” He cocked his head at her. “The guys just called you ‘princess’.”

Her eyes sparkled at what he guessed was a familiar nickname. “Guess you better get used to calling me ‘your royal highness’ then,” she mused.

Fuck. She was kind of funny, he realized; Roy tried not to find her so fucking attractive, he really did, but it was impossible. So impossible that he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he shook his head gently at her. “Alright, next time I’ll be sure to mind my manners and curtsy pretty for you.”

That did it. She smiled at him, a real smile that filled her pretty face and made his heart stop in his chest. “Looking forward to it,” she hummed. With a wave over her shoulder, she resumed walking away, this time with a bit more of a spring to her step. “Welcome to Chelsea, Roy Kent.”

Roy unabashedly watched her walk away, his jaw slacking slightly. Off-limits, he reminded himself. Absolutely off-limits. But then she turned a corner, glancing back at him with that smile still on her face.

Fuck it, he thought. Maybe she’d be worth getting in a little bit of trouble for.