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The Princess & The Race Car Driver | LH44

SYNOPSIS: Lewis meets Princess Tiana and he falls under her spell.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Ariel Park (faceclaim is Coco Jones)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, age gap (Ariel is 27, Lewis is 39), corny!Lewis, sexual situations, eventual romance? RATED R (18+/Minors DNI)

PREVIOUS: part 1.....part three coming soon....

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A/N: Please comment & reblog! This will be a mini-series with six parts.

arielpark • posted a story 23 hours ago

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Ariel couldn't believe she was actually in Tokyo to visit Lewis. Her mind was all over the place as she walked through Narita Airport to the exit. Following his directions, she quickly found the black SUV and as soon as she got close, his driver hopped out and opened the door for her. She slid into the backseat and was immediately greeted by Lewis' warm smile, the gap between his front teeth on full display.

"Hey you," he greeted, pulling her into a warm embrace. Ariel melted into his arms, savoring the feeling of his hands tracing up and down her spine before they eventually parted.

Lewis placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Congratulations on that GQ cover," Ariel murmured as they stared at each other for a lingering moment.

"Thanks, gorgeous." Lewis' smile widened as he revealed a small bouquet of flowers he had been keeping out of view. "These are for you."

"Thanks, Lewis," smiled Ariel, "they're beautiful."

As they were driven into the heart of the city, Ariel was mesmerized by the neon lights and bustling energy of Tokyo. She had already crossed Australia and now Japan off her travel bucket list in one week.

Eventually, they arrived at his hotel, InterContinental Tokyo Bay, Lewis helped Ariel with her single carry-on bag as they made their way through the lobby to the elevators.

"This is all you packed?" he asked with an arched brow as the elevator doors closed around them.

Ariel nodded. "Just a quick weekend getaway, right?"

Lewis gave her a mischievous grin. "Maybe…"

"Lewis! I can't stay longer than a few days," she protested, though she felt a tiny flutter at his implication.

Before she could argue further, the elevator dinged and they stepped out into the hallway, Lewis leading them to his room. As soon as they were inside with the door closed, he toed off his Bottega Veneta slides and lifted his hoodie over his head in one fluid motion.

Ariel couldn't tear her eyes away from the rippling abdominal muscles briefly visible as his shirt rode up. She caught Lewis' heated stare and her cheeks warmed.

"Keep looking at me like that and I won't be able to control myself," he rumbled, a clear promise in his tone.

Ariel felt her breath catch as she worried her lower lip between her teeth.

"C'mere," Lewis groaned lowly before tugging her towards the living room area. They settled together on the couch, Ariel's legs stretching over Lewis' lap as he idly traced patterns along her calves.

"So…that sushi place you were telling me about," Ariel began in an effort to clear the heated tension, "was that all just a ploy to get me to Tokyo?"

Lewis chuckled, the sound reverberating against her skin. "Nah, not entirely at least. Though I can't say the thought didn't cross my mind once or twice." A subtle thrill went through her at the implication of being enticed halfway across the world, just for a chance to see him. Before she could dwell on it, Lewis was speaking again. "Speaking of sushi, I actually did order us some from this incredible little place nearby. Should be arriving soon."

True to his word, there was a discreet knock at the door moments later. As Lewis went to retrieve their meal, Ariel noticed he had turned on the large television, though she couldn't hear anything over the new movie that was playing.

"I put this on as background noise, but we can actually watch it if you want?" Lewis rejoined her on the couch, arranging cartons of sushi and sashimi artfully on the table before them. "Thought you might appreciate a classic like Scarface."

Ariel's eyes widened in delight at both the screen and the spread of food before them. "Lewis, this looks so good! And yes, Scarface is one of my absolute favorites."

"No, shit?" he asked incredulous. "It's mine too."

The two settled in, chatting between bites of sushi as the iconic film played. Eventually, the conversation turned to Al Pacino's masterful performance.

"The way he just completely embodied that quiet intensity…I'll never get tired of watching him work," Ariel mused thoughtfully.

Lewis made a considering hum of agreement as he chewed his inarizushi (vegan sushi). "A true master at the peak of his powers. You can't take your eyes off him whenever he's on screen."

As they finished off the last of the sushi, a charged energy seemed to crackle between them. Lewis' dark gaze lingered on Ariel's lips for a heated moment.

"You have amazing lips, by the way," he murmured in appreciation. "So full and symmetrical."

Ariel felt her cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment. "Well, thank you. That's one of the nicer things someone has said about them." She gave him a playful look. "Usually people just hint at...well I'm sure you know all bout that."

Rather than looking abashed, Lewis simply met her gaze steadily. His pupils expanded until his eyes looked like melted pools of the darkest chocolate, long lashes curling enticingly to brush against the tops of his chiseled cheekbones. When he smiled at her, it was with that adorable boyish grin, mouth curved in an expression of pure contentment despite the flirtatious glint in his gaze. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He knew exactly what she was implying, but seemed intent on making her spell it out. Ariel couldn't resist rising to the bait, laughing richly. "Don't play with me, Lewis. I think you know very well what I'm talking about."

Lewis joined in her laughter then, sparking a flutter low in Ariel's belly. As their chuckles tapered off, he shifted closer on the couch, his arm stretching along the back until the heated line of his body was nearly pressed against her side.

The sudden proximity made Ariel hyper-aware of every point where they weren't quite touching - though she could feel the thrum of his presence enveloping her senses. His masculinely spiced cologne and the warm, natural scent of his skin had her insides tying themselves in knots. He seemed to pick up on the heightened, tantalizing tension as well. Ariel felt herself leaning towards him, caught in the irresistible pull of his gravity. She was utterly transfixed by the half-hooded desire in his eyes, the sensual part of his full lips, the bobbing of his throat as he swallowed hard.

"Did you think I'd forgotten about our little...unfinished encounter back in Australia?" he rumbled, voice dropping an octave. He slowly trailed a finger along the graceful column of her neck, watching her pupils blow wide at the implication. "Because I haven't stopped thinking about how you taste, gorgeous. Not for a single moment."

Ariel's breath hitched at the blatant longing in his tone. Before she could formulate a response, Lewis was cradling her face in his large palms, tilting her chin up to meet his heated stare.

"May I?" he murmured, seeking permission.

Ariel could only nod mutely, her body going into overdrive with need. Then Lewis' mouth was on hers, slanting with urgent passion in a soul-searing kiss. Her fingers knotted in the soft fabric of his shirt as she returned the embrace fervently.

Lewis angled his head, trailing a blazing path of open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive expanse of her neck and collarbone. Ariel couldn't suppress the breathy whimper that escaped her at the exquisite sensation.

The velvet glide of lips against hers caused her panties to pool with arousal. Just as before, he was too good at kissing, as if the act was one of his secret skills. The exploratory caress of his hands over her body made Ariel feel lost in a haze of pleasure, and all she could do was bask in it. There had been a void of this feeling for many months, almost a year to be exact, and she craved that emptiness to be filled once again.

Fortunately for her, she managed to capture the eye of the greatest of all time, and she was thankful that the moniker fitted him off the track as well. Eventually, Lewis tore his mouth away, both of them panting heavily.

"God, you taste even better than I remembered," Lewis rasped huskily, touching their foreheads together.

Both of their lips were deliciously swollen from the heated exchange of passionate kisses. Ariel felt a pang of loss when they parted, unconsciously pouting up at him with eyes shining with yearning.

Lewis chuckled lowly at her expression, the sound warm and indulgent. "I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be trouble," he murmured, voice still roughened by desire. Reaching out, he tapped the tip of her nose playfully with one calloused finger. "Those gorgeous eyes and sinful lips...lil' spoiled rotten ass."

A low, approving rumble sounded deep in his throat as he slowly, deliberately leaned back in. This time when their lips met, it was with a simmering, unhurried heat that threatened to consume them both from the inside out.

Ariel moaned into the kiss and the sound triggered something inside him, beckoning his penis to harden and pulse within the confines of his sweatpants. He played with the zipper of her sweater, pulling it down until she was completely open for him, allowing one of his hands to slip inside to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled from her desire and as his thumb grazed them, Ariel let out a gasp then nipped at his bottom lip.

"Fuck, gorgeous, I'm trying to be good, but you're killing me," he said, moving his hand to meet the juncture of her thighs, stroking her expertly with his fingers. "Can I have this tonight? Please?"

She let out an incoherent reply, a garbled mess as so many sensations flowed within her. From the intense liplock to his hands petting at her covered pussy, it was almost too much for Ariel to bear. Her hips moved in tempo to his sped-up movements, her body practically levitating off the couch as his ministrations continued without restraint. As much as she hated to admit, this was the most action she'd gotten from the opposite sex since last summer. Her self-inflicted celibacy had her fiending for dick like some lovesick teenager. She wanted to go about whatever this was the right way, assessing everything with a clear head. Yet here she was, riding his hands as if she were a bucking cowgirl on a bull, chasing her impending orgasm.

Tiffany would be so proud of her, meanwhile, the innermost region of her consciousness, otherwise known as Analytical Ariel was giving her the stank eye, which immediately put a damper on the entire ordeal.

"Hold on," she said out of the blue, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You okay?" Lewis said gently, removing his hands and giving her some space.

Ariel nodded, eyes flickering down to the evident arousal tenting his sweats before snapping back up to meet his concerned gaze. "I…I need a minute," she admitted, burying her face in her hands to muffle a small, frustrated groan. When she emerged, her face felt hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I just…got a bit overwhelmed there."

Rather than looking put out, Lewis simply nodded in understanding. "Don't apologize, gorgeous. I want you to be totally at ease, okay? We'll go at whatever pace you need."

Ariel exhaled shakily, appreciating his patience. "Am I overthinking things? It's just…been a while for me."

Lewis arched an inquisitive brow. "How long are we talking?"

She could feel heat prickling along her hairline as she admitted, "Almost a year…"

Lewis let out a low whistle. "Geez, I don't know if I could've managed that kind of dry spell. Not even a random hookup or booty call to, uh, take the edge off?"

Ariel shook her head ruefully. "No, nothing like that, besides Bob, of course."

"Bob?" Lewis wondered, obviously confused.

"Battery-operated boyfriend...my vibrator."

"I see," he responded softly.

"I wanted to stay completely focused on my career," clarified Ariel. "I was busy...flying back-and-forth to New York and Los Angeles...then it was filming in New Orleans."

The vulnerability in her tone seemed to resonate with Lewis. He reached out to squeeze her hand comfortingly. "I get it, I really do. That kind of intense ambition and self-denial…it's familiar territory for me too. Though I don't know if I could have lasted a whole year without, uh, some kind of release." He cleared his throat, an endearing hint of sheepishness passing over his features. "The point is," he continued carefully, "I'm in no rush here, Ariel. We can go as slowly as you need until you're ready again, okay? No pressure at all from me."

She studied the sincerity shining in his warm, patient gaze for a long moment before managing a small smile. "Thank you…that means everything to me." Ariel glanced down pointedly at the evidence of Lewis' arousal before kissing her teeth. "I mean, I do want to continue but I just needed you to understand where I'm coming from. I'm sure you're used to women throwing themselves at you without any…complications." She gave an awkward little laugh. "Of course, beautiful men like you never have problems with women fawning over you.....you're so pretty."

A slow, almost fond smile curved Lewis' lips as he took in her nervous rambling. Yes, she was an undeniable goddess - but there was something utterly endearing about her awkward chattiness.

Ariel continued on, seemingly unable to stop herself. Lewis simply watched in silence, head propped on one hand as he let her words wash over him.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" she finally asked self-consciously.

"Do you always go off on these little tangents?" he asked with sincere curiosity.

Ariel gave him a bashful smile. "I do, yeah…especially if I'm nervous or, you know, really like someone."

Lewis blinked at her slowly, letting the omission hang in the air. Ariel seemed to catch herself, biting off whatever other verbal rambling she had been about to unleash.

"So I make you nervous?" Lewis couldn't resist teasing gently. "Or better yet…you like me?"

Ariel scoffed dismissively, even as a becoming warmth flooded her cheeks. "I mean, you're…fine, or whatever."

"Just 'fine'?" Lewis arched an eyebrow. "So you don't find me even a little attractive then?"

"Yes, Lewis," she huffed out, though her lips quirked with reluctant amusement. "I'm sure you're well aware you're an attractive guy though."

"Well, I don't hate to look at myself," he tilted his face upwards, smiling contemplatively then returned his attention to her, "but I do love to hear it from a beautiful woman….even better if it's from you."

Ariel shot him an exasperated look that only made his grin widen. "Seriously?"

Lewis nodded easily. "Like I said back in Melbourne, I'm trying to get to know the real you, Ariel."

"I guess that makes sense." She considered him for a long moment before turning to face him fully. "But why? Why put in that kind of effort with me?"

The question seemed to give Lewis pause before he slowly shrugged one shoulder. "To see how this…connection between us plays out. Your beauty caught my eye first, sure. That's obvious. Not to mention your body." His gaze blatantly raked over her figure in a way that had her breath catching. "But I get the sense you're so much more than just a pretty face and banging body. You've…intrigued me."

Ariel sucked lower lip between her teeth. "And my being 27 doesn't bother you? There's an 12-year age gap between us."

"Why should it?" Lewis countered easily. "You're grown, I'm grown. We're two consenting adults. My being 39 seems to be a problem for you?"

"Yes and no," Ariel admitted honestly. "The experience gap does make me wonder if we'll be on the same wavelength. If there will be too much of a disconnect since I'm Gen Z and you're a millennial…"

Lewis laughed softly at that. "All valid points, gorgeous, but why don't you let me be the judge of that, yeah? After all, you did say Scarface was one of your favorite movies. That's a solid start in my book."

"All it takes is Scarface?"

"I'm a simple guy with simple likes," he responded. "Plus, you'll be surprised that many of the women I was around or with, however you want to describe it, don't even know about this movie."

Ariel let out a shocked gasp and sat straighter in her seat. "What?! This is one of his best works! How the hell—" She shook her head, letting out a disapproving harrumph. "You know what, that tells me so much about the women you spend your time with. That's a shame, Lewis, you need better women to hang out with."

"Which is why I'm sitting here chilling with you," he stated, matter-of-factly, watching how it all pieced together in her brain. A literal lightbulb seemed to go off as recognition dawned on her features. "See? Nothing to say about that, huh?"

Ariel shot him an attractive moue. "Shut up, Lewis," was her response, trying to stay stoic about his disclosure, but she was inwardly cheesing from ear to ear.

arielpark • posted a story to close friends 9 hours ago

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She was stuck in a headlock....unable to breathe.

Ariel used to miss times like this, wrapped up in a lover's embrace as they fell into a deep slumber, but she also remembered how awful it could get — which was her exact predicament right now.

He had her locked in a mixed martial arts-style headlock, his toned bicep constricting her airway as he snored contentedly against the nape of her neck. She shifted minutely, trying to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe, but it only made the iron bands of his embrace tighten further. Lewis muttered something incoherent, snuggling deeper until the solid wall of his chest and morning wood was flush against her back, effectively pinning her in place.

Why are men like this? I'm forced to die from strangulation while they're off in dreamland.

She was far from a complainer, never one with a 'can't do' attitude, however, she needed to pee real bad.

Wiggling insistently, she finally managed to dislodge his arm from around her throat, slipping free in a burst of triumph.

"Yes!" she hissed, fists pumping in silent celebration.

The commotion roused Lewis slightly. One sleepy brown eye cracked open to regard her with drowsy bewilderment. "Where you going?"

"I have to pee," Ariel whispered urgently, already inching toward the edge of the decadent hotel bed.

Lewis made a petulant noise of protest. "Nah, get back in bed."

"I have to use the bathroom, Lewis."

"Man..." He sighed dramatically, rolling onto his opposite side with a grumble of disapproval. Ariel's gaze lingered wistfully on the tanned, tattooed expanse of his muscular back as well as the Milky Way illustration that was etched on his bonnet.

Well, excuse me for having basic human needs! she thought, rolling her eyes before tiptoeing toward the en-suite bathroom.

After relieving herself, Ariel caught a glimpse of her reflection and did a double-take. Though her silk bonnet had stayed mercifully in place, her normally flawless features were puffy and swollen from jet lag and lack of sleep. Dark circles hung heavy beneath her eyes, cheeks rounded in an unflattering chipmunk-like way. A small pimple even threatened to erupt across one cheekbone.

She grimaced, prodding cautiously at the blemish. This is all Lewis' fault. If she'd stayed in London instead of rashly joining him across the world, she'd be bright-eyed and well-rested right now.

Though…a tiny part of her had to admit she didn't regret a single moment spent back in his intoxicating presence over the last day. The remainder of last night was spent exploring Shibuya and grabbing food at these amazing stalls, not to mention that great night drive where spent most of the time talking and laughing. It was one of the most effortlessly perfect dates Ariel could remember - and they hadn't even fucked yet.

But Lord...this man would absolutely be the death of her, one way or another. From the tenting in his sweats last night to feeling his arousal while they slept, she could tell that he was packing some heat, and it both terrified and excited her.

I need to calm my horny ass down.

And she did just that, or at least tried to.

She splashed some cool water onto her face, to center herself then she dried off her hands before making her way back to the sumptuous sanctuary of the bed's silken sheets. Once she got settled, Lewis' arm was back around her, as if not even ten minutes ago he was upset that she left in the first place.

Men are weird as hell.

And just like any other man she had been with, he skirted lower to nuzzle his face against the swell of her breasts with a contented sigh, his hand lightly kneading the curve appreciatively. "So soft..." he murmured in admiration.

"You're a titty guy, aren't you?" she queried, causing him to chuckle.

Lewis met her teasing gaze with a roguish grin. "I'm an appreciator of the female form. Every curve, every line..." His voice dropped an octave as his hand squeezed her breast tighter.

"So...titties are definitely high on that list of appreciation then?"

"I guess you can say that," he mumbled agreeably, pulling her closer. "We should be asleep still, it's early as fuck."

"Shouldn't you be heading off to work soon?" Ariel asked though she made no move to pull away from Lewis' wandering caresses.

He shook his head languidly. "Nah, not until tomorrow – that's media day for the race weekend. I've got a completely free schedule to devote to…other pursuits." The heated look he shot her made Ariel's pulse kick up a notch. Lewis trailed his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist. "Seems a shame to waste such a rare day off cooped up in this hotel room, don't you think?" he mused. "Maybe we could get out, and explore the city a bit more? I know this incredible little tea room that specializes in artisanal teas."

Ariel blinked at the unexpected change of direction, her mind still very much focused on the molten promise she'd seen burning in Lewis' gaze just moments before. "Tea…?"

He laughed at her obvious confusion, leaning in to graze a kiss along her jawline that had her sucking in a sharp breath. "Among other things, gorgeous. But I'll let you be the judge of what those 'other things' could entail…"

Pushing himself upright, Lewis winked before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Ariel momentarily flustered. She could have sworn she heard his rich chuckle echoing after him.

Well, two could play at that game.

arielpark • posted on her story 3 hours ago

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user: ahh!! that’s my princess! 👸🏾

user: serving looks as per usual 💅🏾

user: my princess is a baddie and she knows she’s a ten! 🔟

arielpark • posted a story to close friends 4 hours ago

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"So you're like…a pseudo-vegan or something?" Ariel asked curiously as they strolled back towards Lewis' hotel, each holding a cone piled high with soft serve and countless toppings.

Lewis made a considering face before nodding. "I guess you could say that, but really it's only for desserts, because vegan candy and pastries just taste like shit." He pulled an exaggerated look of disgust that had Ariel giggling around a mouthful of the creamy frozen treat.

They had spent the entire day exploring Tokyo's quirky retail districts and hidden gems, all while attempting to stay relatively incognito. An added thrill ran through Ariel at the idea of keeping things on the down-low with Lewis – though her closest friends and family were getting subtle glimpses through her "Close Friends" Instagram stories. To the wider world, however, her social media portrayed her as being in London after the Australia trip, busy working on the movie's album before getting back to the grind of the promotional tour. Ariel relished being able to simply exist at the moment, unburdened by prying eyes or external pressures for once.

As they approached the hotel entrance, Lewis snagged her hand and tugged her through a discreet side door, avoiding the main lobby completely. They rode the service elevator up, giggling quietly like misbehaving teenagers every time the doors opened to let on another hotel employee.

Finally, they made it back to Lewis' suite. Ariel immediately kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a happy sigh. Lewis joined her a moment later, their bodies instinctively orienting towards each other's warmth.

"You know…" he began conversationally, tonguing a stray drip of melted ice cream from the corner of his lips. "I think you should come to the race on Sunday."

Ariel sat up from her spot. "Everyone will see," she said, a hint of concern in her voice.

Lewis fiddled his eyebrows mischievously. "I can keep you hidden."

"Can you though?" she retorted, cocking her head to the side. "What if someone just randomly sees me? You know how people are."

He understood her trepidation about their fame, especially for her as she was still making a name for herself in Hollywood, yet Lewis could care less what everyone thought. Opinions were just like assholes, everyone had one. "Trust me, I know."

"I enjoy my work and playing Princess Tiana, but sometimes the fans and paparazzi do too much."

Lewis smiled gingerly at her. "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it, Ari. Tell me you didn't enjoy the race in Melbourne though."

"I didn't," Ariel said honestly, causing Lewis to emit a mock gasp and his eyes to widen almost as big as saucers.

"What, woman? You didn't like seeing me on the track?"

"Well, you had to stop before I could even see you for real," she teased. "No offense."

Lewis gave her an exaggerated eyeroll. "Damn, you don't hold back any punches, do you?"

"Nope," Ariel popped the 'p', making herself more comfortable.

Lewis stared at her for a moment, then pulled her onto his lap, making her shriek in surprise. As she settled onto him, he ran his hands down her sides. "If we're gonna try and see where this goes, you have to be nicer to me," he purred, leaning close to her ear.

Ariel gulped as her heart rate accelerated, her hands resting on his chest in an attempt to brace herself — both literally and figuratively. "And why's that?" she managed.

"Because…" His voice lowered to a rumble. "I'm sensitive." When he pulled back, a playful glint danced in his eyes. Ariel scoffed and tried to get up, but Lewis's hands snaked around her waist, caging her in. "Where ya going, princess? I want my kiss."

"And what makes you think you even deserve one," she quipped sassily.

He let out a amused chuckle and then captured her lips with his own. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, filled with rising passion. Ariel moaned as Lewis trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. His touch was gentle yet possessive, claiming every inch of her skin as if he couldn't get enough.

Lewis buried his face in her neck, drinking in her scent as one of his hands massaged her left breast, smiling proudly as her nipple hardened into a tight peak. "We can stop if you want," he said, although he silently prayed that she wanted to go further. God knows how bad he needed to feel her, taste her, to have her writhing beneath in a moaning, albeit sexually sated mess.

"I'm fine," she replied hoarsely, causing him to give her a questioning look.

"Are you sure?" he asked, bringing their foreheads together. "I meant what I said about waiting, Ariel."

"I know," she responded, exhaling loudly. "You made that abundantly clear, sir. Thank you again for that, but—"

"No problem, love," he casually interjected before motioning for her to continue.

"But…is it strange for me to say that I want you?"

"Nah," he said with a headshake, bringing his hand to cup her chin and look into her eyes. "It's not weird at all. Honestly, I'll be lying to say that I want us to stop because I don't, not even in the slightest. This is all bout you, baby girl. What do you want to do?"

"Deadass?"

Lewis let out a chuckle. "Always....tell me what you want."

Ariel felt her heart swell with a mix of emotions - desire, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. She couldn't believe she was about to say this out loud, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming urge she felt.

"I want you," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I want you to fill me up in the best way possible, and I want to ride you...feel you inside me, which sounds crazy as hell because Lord knows I don't know anything bout riding a dick."

Lewis' eyes darkened with desire as he took in her words, feeling his own body responding to her boldness. He had never been one to shy away from pleasure, and the thought of exploring it with Ariel made his blood rush. "It's okay, baby," he said huskily, his fingers trailing down her spine. "I'll teach you. I'll show you all the nasty shit those boys fucked up to give to you. You're fucking with a man now."

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...

Ariel's breath hitched, her mind racing with anticipation. She had always been a confident woman - in her career, in her style, in many aspects of life - but when it came to sex, she still felt like an inexperienced teenager sometimes.

Lewis' lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she moaned into his mouth, pure, unadulterated lust coursing through every inch of her. Ariel had never experienced anything like this before - this intensity, this raw passion. With every touch and kiss from Lewis, she felt herself unraveling in the most delicious way.

His hands cupped her her breasts once again, and she arched into his touch with a gasp, feeling herself growing wetter with each passing moment.

"Take this off," he growled against her skin, tugging at the straps of her top. She eagerly complied, letting it pool at her waist as she stood before him in nothing but a lacy black bra. His eyes roamed over her bra-clad breasts hungrily. "You're fucking gorgeous," he breathed out reverently, fingers running down the curve of her spine and across the swell of her backside.

Without warning, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He climbed on top of her, kissing and nipping at every inch of exposed skin as he made his way down her body. She had been craving this for so long - Lewis' skilled hands and mouth on every part of her.

He reached between them to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, causing Ariel to cry out in pleasure. Divesting her of the jeans and underwear, Lewis made his way back up to her breasts, to nip and suck at her flesh before putting all of his attention onto her glistening pussy. She wasn't completely bare, yet the landing strip she was sporting was soaked with her juices.

Lewis immediately got to work - flicking his tongue against her aching clit while two of his fingers pushed inside, making her rock her hips to the rhythm he created, head lolled back in the throes of passion. Ariel's legs shook and her thighs clenched against his head as Lewis flattened his tongue, digging deeper into her moist depths.

She tasted like pineapple – so sweet, wet, and ready. He could eat her pussy forever, but based on how rigid his dick was, Lewis needed to be inside her expeditiously.

"Lew-is! Oh...yes....like that."

Her mewls spurred him on, and he ate her pussy like The Last Supper — lapping, licking, sucking until she finally burst, her body pulsating as she rode out her orgasm.

"What a good girl," he praised, tearing his mouth from her pussy and wiping her essence from his face. "You look so pretty when you cum."

And she did. Her ebony skin glowed, flushed from the aftermath of her climax. Ariel's breathing was still shallow, and Lewis lay beside her as it regulated back to normal.

"Oookkaay....wow..."

He smiled sheepishly at her, his brown eyes softening yet still holding a smoldering of lust. "How was that? Good? Much better than Bob, huh?"

Ariel wheezed a laugh. "So much better than Bob." She nodded at his bulge, which tented inside his khaki pants. "Need some help with that?"

Lewis followed her gaze, unzipped his pants then shed both the pants and boxer briefs in one swift action, allowing his aching member to spring free. He studied her reaction as she took in the sight of his length and girth – parted lips, eyes low and lidded with arousal.

"I think I do, actually. Come over and sit on it."

Surely he had to be joking! There was no way that...monster was going to fit inside her tight walls.

"What?!" Ariel's incredulous laugh was cut short by a low growl from Lewis.

"You said that you wanted to ride, right? So come over here and ride it."

"Lewis, I told you that—"

"I know, and didn't I say that I'll teach you?" he chipped in, making her nod in concurrence. "Bring your lil' ass on."

With a small smile, she crawled over and straddled him, feeling his throbbing arousal pressing against her core. He groaned at the sensation of her heat against his skin. Reaching into the side table, Lewis revealed a condom and placed it into Ariel's hands. "Put it on me, please."

Ariel took the condom from Lewis' hand, tearing it open with her teeth as she reached down to roll it onto his erection. Their eyes locked as she slid the condom down his length, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of finally being intimate with him. Once the condom was securely in place, Lewis grabbed her hips.

"Squat down a bit," he commanded, and Ariel did as she was told. Tentatively, with guidance from Lewis, she went down to his waiting member.

Ariel gasped as she felt him fill her, and for a moment, they both stilled, reveling in the feeling. "Holy....fuck..."

"You're so damn tight," he groaned against her neck, hands roaming eagerly over her body. "Take deep breaths and relax, baby, I got you."

Lewis began to move his hips, thrusting up into her with a slow and steady rhythm. Ariel tried to match his movements, their bodies soon moving in perfect synchrony against each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Ariel smiled at him and nodded. "Better than okay," she replied, her hips undulating with his.

Lewis continued to move within her, his pace gradually increasing as they both moaned and gasped in pleasure.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust harder into her.

"So do you," he groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he moved faster. "Pussy feels amazing...magical..."

Ariel rolled her eyes at that but decided not to broach the subject further. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their breaths came out in ragged pants as the sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs echoed across the hotel room.

"You're riding so good, baby girl. I'm about to cum....shit, Ariel...feels so good, princess." Lewis palmed her cheeks, separating the round globes as he pumped in and out from below. Ariel lost herself in the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending of her body. She was completely consumed by Lewis - his touch, his scent, his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

And when he scooted closer to bite down gently on the hallow of Ariel's throat, that did her in.

"Fuck!" Ariel's head fell back as she let out a guttural moan - it had been far too long since she felt as good as this.

With one final thrust, they both came undone together, riding out the waves of ecstasy until their bodies finally stilled.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Lewis eventually pulled out of her, leaving briefly to dispose of the used condom before returning to bed, cuddling with Ariel under the sheets.

"How're you feeling, cowgirl?"

Ariel let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling further into Lewis' embrace. "I'm feeling pretty damn good," she replied, nuzzling her head into his chest. "How bout you?"

"I'm good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Are you sore? You were wet as fuck, but it's always good to check."

"I'm fine for now, but I'll let you know if anything changes," she said softly, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"Alright," he said pulling her closer, his arm tightening around her neck in yet another headlock.

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Lewis was a night owl, which was very ironic since he hated waking up early in the morning. But nevertheless, here they were sitting in a music studio in Chuo City at nearly 2am. He had to be up at 7am to head to Suzuka Circuit for qualifying.

Earlier that evening, Lewis took his Mercedes team out for some bowling after spending the day at the track. This left Ariel to herself, where she enjoyed exploring an onsen and the mind-bending TeamLabs exhibit. When Lewis returned, they shared dinner in his suite before their passion led to an intense few rounds of fucking. Though Ariel felt a welcomed soreness from their romping, it definitely had her feeling like a brand-new woman, and she couldn't help but find herself smiling incessantly.

Now in the studio, Timmy (13thwitness) and Andrew (Prologic) were seated in front of the soundboard, playing back some of the samples Lewis had recorded weeks ago. Ariel bobbed her head to the smooth melodies as all three men watched her reaction.

"Yeah...I see it now, kinda like The Weeknd with maybe PARTYNEXTDOOR?" she analyzed.

"More leaning on The Weeknd," Lewis commented between sips of boba tea. "I kinda like that though."

Andrew chimed in, "But Lew's stuff does remind me of The Weeknd circa 2011. Very smooth melodies, a lot of babymaking music." He smirked, earning a laugh from Lewis.

"Would you shift over to be more like Drake? You know, sing and rap?" Ariel asked curiously.

"Lewis, rapping?" Timmy joked. "No, he's not about that."

"Yeah, definitely no, sweetheart," Lewis played along, laughing. "Besides there's too much beef in rap right now. I'm a certified Lover Boy, I stay in my lane."

Ariel rolled her eyes at his antics but understood where he was coming from. "It's really good though. I think you have something here."

Lewis gave her a lingered look. "How about you do some background vocals for me?"

"No," she shook her head adamantly, letting out a nervous giggle. "My training is more in musical theatre, not singer-songwriter."

"But you were singing the shit out of Brent Faiyaz on the way here," Lewis countered with an arched brow, causing his friends to let out some playful jeers.

"Not him calling you out like this," Andrew chuckled. "That's wild, Lew. C'mon, leave the Princess alone for a bit so we can finish this track."

As Lewis headed into the recording booth, he looked back at Ariel. "Just think about it, okay? No pressure." He gave her a wink before disappearing behind the glass.

Watching him lay down the vocals, Ariel couldn't help but consider his offer, despite her nerves. Her voice was strong, and some background parts wouldn't be too daunting, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now.

"Is he ever gonna release this music?" She asked Andrew and Timmy.

The two shrugged. "He said later this year, but he said that last year," Andrew replied.

"And the year before," Timmy added. "Music is his passion though. I think he's just overthinking how to present this, y'know? People know him as the racer, the activist, or the style icon, but only a few people know about the musician side of him."

As Lewis continued vibing in the booth, Ariel felt herself getting more and more drawn into his musical world. She knew he was dedicated to his craft, and a part of her wanted to support that passion. Only time would tell if she worked up the courage.

The harsh reality of celebrity life meant people were constantly trying to snap candid photos and sell them to the highest tabloid bidder, no matter how private the moment. Ariel knew there was a chance she could be spotted at Lewis' race in Suzuka, but in the aftermath of their passionate weekend, she didn't care. In hindsight, the potential consequences seemed trivial compared to the incredible moments they had shared.

She could still vividly recall the feeling of Lewis's skilled mouth exploring her most sensitive areas, his head planted firmly between her thighs as he lapped and suckled at her pearl until she reached dizzying heights of euphoria. The memory of her climactic cries and the way her thighs quivered around him made heat bloom in her cheeks.

Ariel knew he understood the struggles of life in the spotlight. With him by her side, she felt she could take on anything. Their relationship was still new, but she had a sense that Lewis could be the gravitational pull to keep her grounded amid the chaos.

But that intimacy was beside the point when she arrived back in London to finish recording and the internet exploded with photos of her at Suzuka. Many fans were upset, stating she should've been upfront instead of pretending to still be in London. Others noted her right to privacy. Regardless, her team would work on doing damage control - releasing a preview clip from her film or a new song from the upcoming album to distract from the frenzy.

Being famous was not what it was cracked up to be. Luckily, Ariel had Lewis in her corner. As a message from him popped up expressing his desire to see her again, she felt her stomach flutter with excitement. Yeah, the paparazzi and overzealous fans were batshit crazy, but Lewis definitely made up for it.

Ariel felt reassured that this storm too would eventually pass. And when it did, she knew Lewis would be waiting with open arms and that talented mouth ready to reunite with her most intimate places once again.

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what do you think simon’s type would be? i love your work btw 🫶🥹

ooh this is interesting😃 thank you luv glad you like my work🥰💗 i'm sorry this got so long i went on a rant about how he would enter a relationship in general🙃

so i think for the most part, he'd avoid relationships altogether. not because he wouldn't want to pass on the curse that has been cast on him to another person. i think he's rational and knows that there's no curse here. yes, he's been unfortunate his whole life but it's something that has just happened. so one reason would simply be that he doesn't have time to maintain a relationship. but of course there's a more profound reason and it's that he's a broken man. he knows that it would be really difficult to be in a relationship with him. and it would be very difficult for him to trust someone enough to let them in. so yeah it would be highly unlikely.

and i don't see him as the type to go for one-night stands that much either. i'd say a moderate amount maybe to release some pent up energy after deployments.

if it ever happens and he falls in love, it will be a slooow burn. like it would take a reallyyy long time. and it would be with someone whom he sees regularly. not necessarily in his own line of work but maybe a neighbor, some coffee shop worker or a librarian etc. someone whom he can form a friendship with first. he needs to dip his toes in to test the waters first before diving into a relationship. so yeah i think it would be friends to lovers for him.

and i don't think your style would matter to him at all. coquette, tomboy, whatever you are, it's your personality that matters to him. of course he would fawn over your style too once you're in a relationship, but it wouldn't be a part of his criteria for entering a relationship.

and personality wise, he would never tolerate a crybaby at all. someone who whines and wails over minor stuff would irritate him to no end. so it would be someone who has a somewhat rough and tough layer to them. not as extreme as him of course, he wouldn't expect that from anyone.

and of course someone who has a certain darkness within them. so in this case, someone similar to him, with a traumatic past. again, not as extreme as him of course. but to some extent, carrying a bit of baggage. so they would understand the pain and torment he carries within his heart every second of the day and the toll it takes on him. so they can be patient with him as he lets them in gradually to peel off the layers that he has built over the years one by one.

that being said, he would be extremely protective. yes, you're strong and tough, a little fucked up in the head and you can handle yourself perfectly, but that doesn't mean you have to. he would step in the moment he notices your discomfort in any situation. he would take mental notes of every single one of your triggers, however minor, and he'd protect you and take you away from any situation that would cause even an ounce of discomfort to you.

i might change my mind about this in the future but this is my opinion rn :)

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hey love! can I request prompt "please don't leave me" with jj? if you are comfortable of course. maybe reader is getting through a depressive mood and he's there for her (my depression has been kicking my ass lately 🙃) thank u<3

the one where jj helps you heal (jj x routledge!reader)

a/n: hiii, i just wanted to say that if you think this isn’t okay or that it may offend someone please tell me and i’ll delete it immediately. i loved this request and i hope i gave it some justice (also i know it wasn’t in the request but i decided to make it a routledge!reader blurb, i hope it’s okay)

warnings: depression

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the incessant ringing of his phone wakes him up in the middle of the night, a loud groan leaving his lips as he can’t understand why someone would call him at this time.

3 a.m.

that’s what jj’s phone reads as he picks it up and john b’s name appears on the screen.

“what?” his tone is annoyed and his voice is sleepy, but who wouldn’t be so late at night?

“jj, it’s bad,” the shakiness in his best friend’s voice makes him sit up as panic starts to wake him up, “come here. please. i - i think she needs you.”

as soon as those words leave his mouth, jj is already putting his shoes on, a quick ‘i’ll be there in 5’ is whispered as a reflex, but his voice is firm. he knew john b was talking about you, the only she he could’ve mentioned that would made his instincts kick in immediately. john b might hate the closeness between his sister and his best friend, but in that moment he knew that you needed jj, the only one who’s ever been able to understand you.

when he arrives at his friend’s house, jj runs inside and the sight of john b sitting on the ground covering your shaking body sends a shiver up his spine. ‘is she hurt?’, ‘did someone touch her?’, ‘is she okay?’

a thousands of questions fill his mind when john b finally walks over to him, his face full of concern.

“i can’t calm her down, she won’t listen to me.”

jj finally takes a look at you, everything in him aches and he wishes he could take all your pain because you don’t deserve it. he rushes to you and kneels in front of you on the ground.

“hey, angel,” his voice is soft as he uses that nickname that he knows you love, “can you look at me, please?”

you lift your head as jj’s voice starts to become more clear, the sound of your gasps fading away.

“there she is. can i touch you, angel? is that okay?”

you nod and you already know what he’s about to do, your heart already slowing down at the thought. he places his hands on your cheeks and brings your face close to him as he touches your forehead with his.

“to take half of your headaches, right? ‘cause you know you never have to do this alone, i’m here.”

you start crying again, thinking you don’t deserve him, but the feeling of his thumbs stroking your cheeks grounds you.

“can i hold you?” the amount of love laced in his voice makes you cry even harder as you nod once at his question.

he doesn’t waste a second before he cradles you in his arms, rocking your body back and forth, as his lips never leave your forehead, giving sweet pecks from time to time on the sweat-coated skin.

“it’s too much, i can’t do this,” you keep repeating and his heart breaks each time, his arms tightening around you, scared that if he doesn’t hold you against him you might disappear.

“i’m right here. i’ve got you,” he whispers and you hold onto him as hard as you can.

“please don’t leave me,” you mumble against his tear-stained neck. he carries you to bed, your skin never leaving his, your bodies stuck together and neither of you dares nor wants to have some space.

“never. i will never leave you. i love you so much, angel.”

his words heal part of your aching heart and you know that even if things get bad again, he’ll be there holding your hand and helping you get through it.

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summary: soldier boy doesn’t realize just how scared of him you truly are

pairing: soldier boy x female reader

rating: R for language, mature themes

word count: 5.2k

warnings: please read! language, mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault, drugging, violence, forced purging (to prevent possible death), briefly mentioned nudity (not in a smutty way), much darker than anything i’ve published before

author’s note: this started out as a small idea but i got really carried away lol.

another note: sorry for kinda ghosting after uploading the last fic, my brain hates me 🙃 i can’t promise i won’t “disappear” again like immediately after uploading this so thank you in advance for any/all feedback/comments 💞💞

It was late at night (more like early morning) when you were arguing with Butcher at the door.

“Don’t you dare leave me here alone with him!” you seethed.

“C’mon, love, the old cunt’s gonna be asleep the whole time I’m gone.”

Your teeth clenched at the idea of being alone in the house with Soldier Boy, but if Billy didn’t go now to “run an errand” he’d probably have to go later that day anyway.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But if ‘the old cunt’ lays a fucking finger on me I swear to god Butcher!”

“I’ll be back by nine.”

A loud knock on your door woke you up.

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Soldier Boy’s voice shouted from the other side. “You up?”

“I am now,” you mumbled to yourself angrily. 7:26 your clock read.

“I heard that,” Soldier Boy said.

Shit, you thought. “What do you want?”

“The stupid TV isn’t fuckin’ working, I need you to come and work your magic for me.”

You sighed. You couldn’t ignore him at this point, that’d most likely just anger him further. If he wanted to he’d just break down the door and drag you out to the living room.

“C’mon toots, don’t be a bitch about it,” he exclaimed.

“Screw you,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” Soldier Boy exclaimed. “What’d I just fuckin’ say!” He tried opening the door but you’d obviously locked it.

“I-I’ll be out in a second,” you told him.

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled back.

You quickly got out of bed (whole outfit still on, just in case Soldier Boy had tried something in the night) and hurried to the door before you opened it. There he stood, the strongest man alive. You gulped nervously as he didn’t move and stayed blocking your way out.

He eyed you up and down obnoxiously, smirking at the sight and making your heart beat faster.

“Same outfit as last night, I see,” he said.

“S-So?” you asked, trying to mask the pure fear this man instilled in you. “I just like these clothes, is all.” He didn’t say anything, just kept smirking at you. “You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday, too, you know!”

“So you have been checking me out.” He nodded a little, the smirk still on his face.

“Did you want me to help you with the TV or did you just wake me up to be a dick?”

“TV,” he grumbled, “but would it kill you to be polite once in a while?”

“Would it kill you to move out of the way so I can head downstairs?”

He furrowed his brows before he rolled his eyes and stepped to the side; “After you, princess,” he mocked. You left your bedroom and he followed you downstairs to where the perfectly functioning TV hung on the wall.

You hated the way Soldier Boy eyed you as you took the remote out from the cabinet beside the TV and turned it on.

“It seems to be working fine?” you said, wanting to take his attention off of your ass. “What were you trying to watch?”

“Uh…how bout you pick something for us?” he offered.

“Excuse me?” you practically scoffed.

“C’mon, sit down and watch with me,” he said. You turned around, expecting to see him sitting on the couch, but he was now standing about a yard away from you. “Butcher seems to be gone…” He took a step towards you. “We’ve got the whole house to ourselves…” Another step. “Why don’t we have some fun?” He reached out and lightly touched your cheek, traced down the side of your face, and tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Soldier Boy—”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me,” he interrupted you. “I know your heart starts racing when I walk into a room, I know it beats even faster when I get close. I know you want me, don’t even try to fuckin’ deny it.”

“P-Please—”

“Oh, I like a woman who knows when to beg,” he chuckled lowly as he bent down to kiss you.

“Please don’t hurt me, please,” you said quickly, tears stinging your eyes as they threatened to fall. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you, I-I didn’t mean it! Please don’t kill me!”

“Kill you?” He stood up straight, pulling his hand up off your face and putting it up in defense. “Kill you?” There was a moment of silence as he intensely looked at your reaction to him getting so close. “You…You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

You nodded slightly, worried you might upset him as his face fell. He seemed almost saddened by the fact you didn’t want him near you.

“But…I’m a hero,” he scoffed slightly. “Why would you be scared of me?”

“Please don’t take it personally,” you said. “Just let me set up the TV for you and go back to my room…please?”

“You’re fuckin’ terrified right now, aren’t you?” he asked and again you nodded, again he scoffed.

“Can you blame me?” you asked. “I-If I rub you the wrong way you could snap my neck like a chicken bone without breaking a sweat.”

“But I…” He continued looking at you with confusion that seemed to be laced with curiosity. “I wouldn’t. I mean, I know I get angry sometimes but I’d never hurt you?”

“You wouldn’t be the first hero to turn on me,” you told him quietly. Soldier Boy paused and thought about what to do next. He’d never been in a situation like this before; standing alone with someone who was genuinely scared of him, someone that didn’t trust a hero like himself.

“Just uh… Just turn on a movie and you can go,” he said before he took a seat on the couch. “Another one from my time, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” you said; a small, forced smile on your lips. You found a movie you thought he’d like and pressed play for him before tossing the remote on the couch and leaving.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he called out, making you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry you don’t trust me, but I need you to know that I’d never hurt you.”

“O-Okay, Soldier Boy,” you said before you hurried out of the room, up the stairs, and back into your room. “Billy Butcher I am going to fucking strangle you,” you mumbled to yourself.

“You’re up before noon,” Butcher remarked, seeing Soldier Boy in the living room. “And you got the TV workin’ on your own! Atta boy, gov’.”

“Actually, Y/n set it up for me,” Soldier Boy said.

Butcher sighed at that, “So, you’ve talked to her today then, huh?”

“Yeah, why?” the Supe asked before Butcher left to see you.

He knocked lightly on your door before you opened it.

“Hello—” Butcher started but a swift slap to the face shut him up pretty quickly.

“Fuck you, Butcher!”

“Did he hurt you?” Butcher asked, holding his cheek.

“No, but he almost fucking did, asshole! How dare you leave me alone with him like that!”

“Oh come off it! If you’re still in one piece then all’s well that ends well, am I right?” he said with a smirk and a shrug.

“You ever do something like that again and I swear to god William!” You stared daggers at him.

“My ‘errand’ didn’t go as planned anyways, love,” he told you. “I’ve gotta figure out another way to find where they’re hiding Homelander.”

“Or whatever’s left of him,” you mumbled.

“Alright, I’m off,” Butcher announced, a full duffle bag in his hand as he headed to the door.

“What?” you exclaimed from the kitchen as you hurried to get between him and his destination. “What’re you talking about?”

“Everything okay?” Soldier Boy asked from the couch near the TV.

“Everything’s fine, gov’, you keep watching your movie,” Butcher said.

“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” you asked Butcher, you didn’t want Soldier Boy to hear what you were about to say.

“After you then, love,” Butcher obliged.

The second the door closed behind the two of you, you let him have it.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me here alone with him again, I cannot fucking take it!”

“It’ll only be for a little while, you’ll be fine!” Butcher said.

“Then let me come with you!”

“What, and leave the cunt here alone? He’ll burn the house down trying to make himself a fuckin’ sandwich,” Butcher exclaimed. “He needs a fuckin’ babysitter and that’s you.”

“Why me? Why can’t you call Hughie? Or Frenchie? Or, better than all of us combined, Kimiko?” you asked.

“Hughie’s outta state, Frenchie and Kimiko are both knee-deep in shit sussing out another lead on Homelander’s whereabouts.”

You sighed heavily, you saw his point but the thought of being trapped again made your stomach hurt; “Please don’t leave me alone with him, Butcher. You know how much he fucking terrifies me, and you know exactly why.”

“I’m sorry I gotta do this to you, love, but you know he’s our only shot at killin’ Homelander once and fucking for all.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Only a day or two.”

You again conceded, against your better judgment, and let Butcher leave you with Soldier Boy.

“What was that all about?” the Supe asked when you walked back into the house and locked the door.

You forced a smile; “Nothing, Soldier Boy,” you said, “dinner will be ready soon.”

You didn’t know Soldier Boy heard everything you and Butcher had said.

“Looks great, toots.” Soldier Boy walked up behind you in the kitchen, not missing the flinch you threw when he got a little too close.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“You still that scared of me?” he asked, leaning on the counter and trying to get you to look up at him.

“If you can hear my heart, I’m sure you’ve got something that can smell my fear too.”

“I know I make your heart race, your breathing becomes slightly quicker when I get close, and I’ve noticed your pupils tend to change when you notice I’m next to you.”

“So why is my fear such a fuckin’ surprise, then?” you scoffed.

“I guess I didn’t realize it was fear making your heart race and your pupils dilate slightly.”

“What, you thought I was into you or something?” you asked half-heartedly before you looked over at him and realized that was exactly what he had thought. “Oh.”

“So, yeah, I was surprised when I realized you didn’t like havin’ me around,” he admitted. You almost felt guilty for a moment but it quickly disappeared as you remembered why you were scared of him in the first place. “Can you at least tell me why, though?” he asked as you shoveled his food onto a plate. “Why are you so scared of me? I get that I’m stronger than you but, no offense, isn’t Butcher too? Isn’t like… almost every man out there?”

“One, I trust Butcher. I’ve known him for years and he’s been nothing but good; he’s an asshole, sure, but he’s good when it counts. And two, I don’t spend time alone with ‘almost every man out there’ so that does not help your case at all.” You handed him the plate. “Here’s your food.”

“Thanks, dollface.” He took it from you and you started getting your own plate ready. He watched your every move and his brows knitted with confusion as he did so.

“You can go sit down,” you told him. “You don’t need to watch me like a hawk.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just still tryin’ to figure you out I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

“You know I’m a hero, right? I’m a superhero, and I would never hurt you?”

“Look, no offense, but the last time I trusted a Supe it really didn’t turn out well and I’m not gonna let myself give you even an inch of trust because you are even stronger than the last guy.”

“What happened? What’d he do?” Soldier Boy asked and you didn’t respond. “C’mon, you owe me that much! I’ve been nothing but good to you, yet you’re treating me like I did whatever this other Supe did to you!”

“I don’t owe you shit, Soldier Boy,” you snapped and you could’ve sworn you saw genuine hurt flash over his features. “If you must know, it was The Deep. I trusted him, let him be good to me, and it all blew up in my face in the most awful way I could’ve imagined.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” He reached out to touch your shoulder but you flinched away from him.

“Please, don’t touch me. I get that you’re trying to be sweet or whatever but please don’t. It’s not doing what you think it’s doing, Soldier Boy.”

He nodded and backed away slightly.

“My name’s Ben,” he told you. You looked at him with a sense of shock. “My real name’s Ben, you don’t have to say ‘Soldier Boy’ all the time, you can just say ‘Ben’.”

“Okay, Ben, while we’re on the topic of names, you could ease up on the ‘toot’s and ‘doll’s and ‘dollface’s and ‘honey’s and ‘sweetheart’s you know. Or at the very least stick to one pet name.”

He smiled at your honesty, hoping it was a sign you might be scared of him just a tad less.

“Think I’ll just stick to callin’ you sweetheart, then,” he replied.

“Thank god, I was really starting to hate dolls.”

That made him laugh deeply before he walked to the table and took his seat.

Don’t you fucking dare, you thought to yourself when you felt a feeling of almost-not-absolute-fear-and-disgust wash over you for a split second.

“Look, I’m sorry, but—”

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed into the phone. “Butcher get the fucking hell back here!”

“I can’t, I’ve gotta spend another night over here. Apparently—”

“I don’t give a rat's ass why you have to stay, I am begging you to please get back here now!” Tears were stinging your eyes as your voice cracked.

“I’m sorry—”

“If he does anything to me, anything at all, I’ll never fucking forgive you for leaving me alone with him, Butcher. You understand me, William? Never!”

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Butcher sighed. “Just keep your distance and be nice to him. He does have a bit of a temper, maybe he just needs to relieve some tension…”

“That’s not funny!” You gritted your teeth as a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “When are you getting back here?”

“A few more days,” he replied.

Before he said another word you hung up on him, furious that he thought it was okay to leave you alone with Soldier Boy.

Though the Supe was in his own room upstairs, he still heard every word you said. He’d never admit it, but his heart clenched at the thought of how scared you were right now.

It had been over a week since you’d seen him when Butcher finally got back with some new information on Homelander’s location. He had a plan to find the exact coordinates and he wasn’t going to let his morals get in the way.

“Well, well, you clean up nice,” Butcher commented when you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You were wearing a short royal blue dress with a deep v-neckline and almost no back, the silver heels and necklace tied the otherwise seemingly plain outfit together nicely. “If this stupid plan of yours gets me killed I’m gonna come back and haunt you for the rest of your fuckin’ life.”

“Wow,” Ben beamed when he walked out of his room and saw you standing in the hall with Butcher. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

“I look like a damn hooker,” you said.

“That’s the idea, love.” Butcher smirked.

A high-ranking Vought employee had been seen at a certain bar almost every night for the last two months and it was now your job to get him to trust you. If he trusted you enough, he would take you back to his place and you could find out any and all information he had on Homelander.

The plan seemed simple enough, yet Ben seemed more anxious about the situation than you were.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Soldier Boy asked when you were all seated in the van outside the bar.

“No, but if this helps us get Homelander then it’s safe enough,” you told him.

“Besides, you’ll be in there with her,” Butcher reminded him. “And if you stay focused on keeping her safe, then I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“How ‘bout we come up with a code word or something?” Ben suggested as he put in the earpiece Butcher handed him.

“How about ‘Soldier Boy’?” you said, Ben shook his head.

“And what happens if you need to say ‘Soldier Boy’ but you don’t need help?” he countered.

“How about…Ben?” You smiled a little when he nodded.

“I’ll be listening closely to the whole conversation, if you say ‘Ben’ I’ll come and get you outta there.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright,” Butcher interrupted, “Soldier Boy keep me updated and if all goes well, Y/n, we won’t be seeing you again til later tonight.” He winked obnoxiously.

“If this guy genuinely tries to sleep with me I’ll break his fuckin’ nose,” you said flatly. “Info or no info, I ain’t letting him see me naked.”

Ben had gone in about a minute before you did and found a nice spot near where he knew you’d be sitting with the target. The second you walked in his eyes were glued. He stayed true to his word and listened to every word you and the target said.

“This seat taken, handsome?” you asked the man who then smirked at you.

“It is now,” he said. “And what’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Goldie,” you lied as you took your seat. “What’s yours?”

“Steven. Let me buy you a drink?” he offered and called the bartender over when you nodded.

“Vodka martini,” you ordered. “So Steven, what do you do for work?”

“I work for Vought,” he said and you faked an impressed look.

“No way!” you gasped. “Oh my god, do you know The Seven?”

“I do,” he said with a nod, clearly full of himself.

“That is so cool,” you continued stroking his ego. You nodded in thanks when the bartender handed you your drink and you took a sip. “I’ve never met someone so important!”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asked, you nodded enthusiastically. He leaned over so he could whisper into your ear; “I’m actually in The Deep’s close, personal circle.”

Your eyes went wide for a split second before you got a hold of yourself and whispered back; “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “I could introduce you if you’d like.” You pulled away from him slightly but still tried your best to keep yourself calm.

“Oh, that’s alright,” you shook your head, “I’m sure he’s too busy for little old me.”

“I’m never too busy.” The voice behind you made your whole body tense up and Ben could tell you were in trouble. You hadn’t said the code word though and he knew both you and Butcher would be mad if he screwed up the mission.

“Butcher,” Ben said into the intercom attached to his jacket, “Deep’s here.”

Butcher paused for a moment before he answered; “Don’t freak out. Y/n can handle herself and unless she says ‘Ben’ you don’t make a move, you understand Soldier Boy?”

“Understood,” he replied.

“You know,” The Deep said, still standing behind you, “I’ve had my eye on you since you walked in here, gorgeous.”

“Y-You have?” you asked, wondering if he recognized you or if your face just blurred together with all the other women he had assaulted. You took another sip of the drink in your hand and continued to keep a close eye on it to make sure it didn’t get spiked.

“I have,” he replied. “Now, why don’t you let my friend Steven here show you a nice time, then take you back to my place at Vought Tower?”

“S-Sounds good,” you trembled. “I-I’ll see you later tonight then, Deep.” You took another, smaller sip.

“Wonderful,” he said before he bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t wait to see this dress on my floor.” With that, he walked away and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Fish fucker’s left the building,” Ben told Butcher. “You gonna tail him or are we still focusing on Steven?”

“Stay focused on Steven, we can kill fish fucker another day,” Butcher said.

“So, you want another drink?” Steven asked you. “Or would you rather head over to the tower?”

“You know, I’d rather spend the night at your place, Steven.” You faked a sweet smile.

“Really?” He raised a brow as a smirk returned to his face. “So, another drink, then?”

“How about I just let you take me home?” The moment you stood up you knew something was wrong. You instantly felt dizzy and sat back down. “Ben, help,” you whispered when you realized exactly what was happening.

“Looks like we’re heading to the tower, Goldie,” Steven said. “Thanks as always, Pat.” He handed a couple hundreds to the bartender.

Ben came up behind Steven and pinned him against the bar with one hand, his other hand resting on the bar itself a few inches from where you were now slouched over.

“What the hell did you do to her, fuckface?” Ben seethed.

“I didn’t do anything! What’s your problem?” Steven yelled, drawing attention to the scene unfolding.

Ben took the back of the man’s head and brought it up half a foot before he slammed it back down onto the wood.

“Tell me what you fuckin’ did or I’ll squish you like a bug,” Ben yelled as he applied more and more pressure to Steven’s head.

“Roofie!” Steven yelled. “Ask the bartender!”

“Ben don’t kill him,” Butcher told him through the earpiece.

“He deserves to fuckin’ die, Butcher,” Ben replied.

“Yes he does but he still has information that we need. If you’ve gotta kill someone, kill the bartender who spiked the fuckin’ drink!”

Ben looked up from gravely injured Steven and saw the bartender cowering in the corner.

“Ben,” you whispered and reached out to touch the hand he still had on the counter. “Ben get me outta here.” His angered expression slowly faded as he looked down into your hooded eyes. “Please?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you,” Soldier Boy said before he quickly scooped you up in his arms and carefully kept your head resting on his shoulder. “Hey, barkeep,” he shouted and the man looked over at him. “Mark my words; no matter where you go or what you do I will find you and tear you limb from fucking limb for hurting her. Your days are fucking numbered.”

Ben hurried you out to the truck and sat you down on the seat next to his so you could lean on him if you wanted, or alternatively, you could lean against the window if you still didn’t want him touching you.

“Stay with her, I’m gonna go figure out how much they gave her and if we need to take her to the hospital,” Butcher told Soldier Boy before leaving.

“Ben,” you slurred, still barely able to open your eyes, “Ben what—what’d you do to me?”

“God fuckin’ damn it, Butcher,” he mumbled under his breath. He blamed Billy entirely for the operation going sideways and for you ending up in danger. “Fuck, you need to purge, sweetheart.” He positioned you so your head was hanging out the side door and stuck his fingers down your throat, ignoring your angered hits to his arms. “This is for your own good, stop fighting me.”

You hurled out the side door, Ben held onto you tightly and made sure you didn’t fall out or get hurt.

“Please just let me go,” you whispered when he took his fingers out, satisfied with the amount of possibly deadly alcohol you were able to get out of your system.

“I know you’re scared right now, but I can’t let you go,” he told you. “I’m sorry.”

Butcher got back to the car pretty quickly, a worried expression on his face.

“How much did they give her?” Ben asked.

“Too fuckin’ much,” Butcher replied. “We’ve gotta make her puke it all up or she might not make it.”

You woke up on the couch to the sound of Butcher and Ben arguing in the kitchen, a splitting headache quickly made itself known when you opened your eyes fully.

“This is your fault, Butcher,” Soldier Boy yelled, “you and your stupid obsession to find Homelander. How dare you put her life at risk like that!”

“Hey I had the strongest man alive in there backing her up, so how the hell did you screw up so badly?”

There was a pause as you kept listing, a part of you was scared you’d start to hear punches being thrown.

Ben shook his head as he looked at his ‘boss’; “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? She’s been scared outta her fuckin’ mind and yet you just keep on pushin’ her and pushin’ her. And for what? To kill a Supe that’s probably dead already? You know Homelander ain’t a threat since I fuckin’ burned him, yet you still put someone you say you care about in danger.”

“‘Scared outta her fuckin’ mind’?” Butcher scoffed. “What’re you on about?”

“I know she’s terrified of me,” Ben admitted. “I know that you know she is, too. And yet you keep leaving her alone with me, why? Just to make her life worse? To make her feel less safe than she already does?”

“You sayin’ she’s got a reason to be scared of you, then?” Butcher asked. “Thought you were supposed to be some kinda hero?”

“Of course I’d never hurt her! But I’m still a Supe and I know you hate Supe’s. There’s no way in hell you trust me at all or you wouldn’t have her babysitting me every time you leave the fuckin’ house. What I don’t get is why you’re so comfortable leaving her here with the strongest man in the world when you think I’m a fucking monster.” Ben walked over to the fridge and took a bottled water out before he grabbed a cup and left the kitchen.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly as he entered the living room. “I know you’re up, do you want some water?”

“What happened?” you asked as he squatted on the floor in front of the couch and made eye contact with you.

“We can fill you in later, you should probably drink,” he said and held out the two items in his hands. “Would you rather the bottle or a cup?”

“Bottle’s fine,” you replied and you slowly sat up, putting a hand to your head before you took the water from him.

“You need some Aspirin or something?” he asked.

“I’m sure Butcher ‘ll bring me some,” you said, making Ben’s brows furrow a little before he nodded with realization.

“You still don’t trust me much, do you?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled before beginning to drink the water. “What am I wearing, by the way?” you asked and gestured to the dirty, large black tee you had on over the blue dress.

“Oh, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “it was on the car floor, I think it’s Butcher’s. I put it on you when uh, when you were kinda out of it and… your boob might’ve kinda… popped outta your dress.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I didn't… like I didn’t look or anything, I just saw the shirt and immediately put it over you.”

“Sure.” You nodded before you continued downing the bottled water.

“I’ll go get Butcher to bring you some painkillers,” Ben said before leaving the room.

You’d just gotten out of the shower and put on a new set of clean clothes when Butcher stopped you in the hall.

“How’s your head?” he asked.

“Better,” you replied flatly, still pretty frustrated with him.

“I’m sorry I was such an idiot,” he sighed, “I shoulda told Soldier Boy to get you hell outta there the second the fish fucker showed his ugly mug.”

“We needed intel on Homelander,” you reminded him. “My safety was just the price we had to pay.”

“And that was a fucked up currency for me to gamble with,” he said. “I’m sorry I’ve been so obsessed and I’m sorry for leaving you alone with Soldier Boy so much the past couple of weeks.”

You shrugged a little; “It’s no big deal.”

“I want you to know I’m done tryin’ to find Homelander.”

“Seriously?” Your eyes went wide and you furrowed your brows.

“The cunt’s most likely down for the count anyway thanks to granny fucker downstairs and there are other Supes that are much bigger threats right now anyway. Like The Deep, for example, and the number of people he’s paying to help him get away with assaults like last night. I’ve been talking with Hughie and as it turns out, he’s already had his eye on a handful of other bartenders workin’ for fish dick.”

“So…what? You’re saying you’re gonna go back to your old job at Supe affairs and start hunting down these assholes in a more mentally-healthy way?” you asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

When you entered the living room you noticed Ben readjusting his position on the couch, as if to try and make himself appear less threatening.

“Hey,” you said quietly, a small smile on your lips as you sat down about two feet from him on the same couch.

“Hey,” he replied. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” You nodded. “You need help with the TV?” you asked, picking up the remote from where it sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. He watched you intently as you ‘worked your magic’ on the electronic contraption.

“I know I was completely at your mercy last night, Ben,” you said, focused on the TV and not looking over at him. “And I know you could’ve easily taken advantage of the fact I was out of it.”

“But I didn’t.”

“I know that, too.”

“But you still don’t trust me?”

“I want to,” you said. You reached out your left hand and gently placed it on his right one. He looked down at where your hands were touching and smiled softly. “I want to trust you, I just need time to get to know you.”

“You sayin’ you wanna get to know me?” he asked with a bit of a smirk before you nodded. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Soldier Boy broke the silence; “So, where do we go from here?”

“How about we watch something together?” you suggested.

“That sounds great, sweetheart.”

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sv5hive · 3 months

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who said burnt pancakes weren't good? | fa14

pairing: fernando alonso x fem!reader

content warning(s): none!

word count: 458

note: im not really happy with this one but i haven't posted anything in a while and i have a couple of exams coming up so i won't be very active 🙃 i hope you like it anyways!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

(masterlist!)

ever since fernando had come home for the summer break, you had taken it upon yourself to treat him to luxuries he wouldn't usually get while racing. home cooked meals, lie ins, unlimited access to you; the whole works. while you did attend some of his races when you could, you still had your own career to grow despite fernando's insistence that he could support the both of you if you ever wanted it. you appreciated it but you loved your job and it kept you busy while he was away.

this morning, you found yourself humming along to the radio while waiting to flip the pancakes. you wanted nothing more than to sleep in with fernando and you struggled to leave his warm embrace but you had also been craving pancakes for a while now. besides, you felt good knowing that you could help your boyfriend even if it was a small thing like breakfast.

unbeknownst to you, fernando had already woken up and was now leaning against the doorway to admire you in your element. watching you bounce to the beat of the music, he found himself falling for you all over again. not many could say they were lucky enough to be with a woman like you but he could. he was eternally grateful for everything you did for him and never stopped wondering what kind of saint he was in a past life to be blessed with you.

"fernando! did i wake you?"

you had finally noticed him when you turned around to check the clock.

"no, mi amor. i was already awake."

he trudged towards you and kissed you before wrapping his arms around you. any time spent together was precious for both of you so you made every moment worth it.

"thank you, i don't tell you it enough." he mumbled with his face buried into your neck.

you could tell he wasn't just talking about the breakfast and simply smiled.

"you don't have to say it. i know."

you pulled away and took notice of the mellow song now playing on the radio.

"dance with me!"

he could never say no to that smile so he silently obliged and spun you around, much to your delight. when you first started dating, you both promised to make time for each other despite your hectic schedules and sure, sometimes it was hard not seeing each other as often as most couples would. but somehow, you had made it work when nobody else thought you could. and you were happy to keep proving them wrong.

the blare of the smoke alarm startled both of you out of your daze and you promptly remembered what you were doing before you got carried away.

"the pancakes!"

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moonlinos · 3 months

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Hi love 💖

Which romance trope do you associate each skz member with?

For eg: enemies to lovers, forbidden, friends to lovers, boy next door etc

Tbh, from your perspective what relates to them....

Bye, keep writing more 🥰🤗☺️

Ahh I loved writing this, thank you for asking. I got a bit carried away, but it’s not proofread since it’s a drabble so I tried to be less annoying with myself 🙃 Basically a trope for each member + a small blurb 🩷

Chan - Second chance love Maybe it’s because I just wrote about this, but it fits Chan well.

He was your college sweetheart, the one boyfriend you could never truly forget. After he moves to a different country due to a job offer, you’re left to reminisce about the amazing relationship you foolishly let slip through your fingers. You unknowingly compare every boyfriend you have to him, and they all fall short. No guy is as caring as Chan — he missed out on his own birthday party to console you after failing a test. No guy is as romantic as Chan — he was too broke for flowers during your relationship, so he made you paper roses every day until you broke up. No guy would ever live up to what Chan meant to you. Although you want nothing more than to look for him, your falling out wasn’t quite amicable. When you meet again, it’s by pure coincidence. He’s been transferred back to Seoul, where his company is located across the street from the building where you work. You’re completely different from who you were when you were together. Somehow, that’s exactly what you needed, and you find yourselves wanting to give your old romance a second try.

Minho - Friends to lovers This is so strange to me because this is actually my least favorite trope, and this man is my bias.

Minho is the one person at your job who you can stand to be around. You always joked about how his hidden talent is making you laugh even while you’re crying. Having worked together for three years now, you two have your little routine: going out to eat cheap street food after work and getting drunk at your favorite bar on weekends. He’s nothing but a friend to you, but he’s secretly pining after you, just waiting for that right moment to confess his feelings. But that moment never comes — you’re always too focused on work, or whining about yet another failed blind date. It takes one drunken night, when he’s carrying you from your car up to your apartment, for just how sweet, caring, and handsome Minho truly is to dawn on you. From there, you begin to subtly show him your feelings — which would totally make him flustered and maybe even a little annoyed that you could do it so effortlessly while he just waited around like an idiot. When you’re asked why you had a change of heart after being his friend for so long, you simply answer that you had no choice but to fall for him. He’s your best friend and the love of your life all wrapped up into one, how could you not want him?

Changbin - Holiday romance He just screams hot, funny dude you meet on a holiday.

You’re a bit down as you walk into the luau; the beautiful beach does little to distract you from the ugly jealousy inside your chest. Your friends are finding their perfect partners one by one, getting married, and leaving you to be the single friend. Your last friend from your little group is set to get married in two days, her wealthy fiance flying all the guests out to Hawaii for a dream beach wedding. You’re happy for her, but being her bridesmaid was almost like rubbing salt in your wound. Changbin’s loud voice is the first thing you hear after sitting down at the bar. You two get to talking, and his contagious laughter and constant jokes have you enthralled the entire night, and the way the sleeves of his shirt strained against his biceps certainly helped. You end up hooking up that night, leaving you hopeful you won’t be so lonely during yet another wedding. Except he simply disappears when morning comes, a small note explaining he had to catch his flight left on the pillow beside you. He didn’t know if adding his number would be too much — maybe you were just looking to de-stress and have a good time at your friend’s bachelorette party. So he doesn’t, simply signing his name and telling you he had an amazing time with you.

Hyunjin - Forbidden love In so many different ways. A crown prince set to be king, your bodyguard who really shouldn’t have fallen for you because it puts his life at risk, your best friend who’s already in a relationship. A love you know is unattainable, but you pursue it anyway.

The crown prince has a soft spot for you, even though you’re only a village girl who runs your family’s bakery. Despite his guards surrounding him and his cold appearance, he treats you as an equal whenever he visits your shop — which happens frequently, seeing as his mother cannot live without your strawberry pound cake, a recipe that’s been passed down to you by your late father. Hyunjin’s love starts shyly, without him noticing. His father often berates him for being too soft on the help, too kind to people below him — he simply assumes it’s his seemingly too-kind nature that makes him want to befriend you. He begins escaping from the palace under the pretense of fetching his mother’s favorite treat himself, until he finds himself escaping simply to see you. You spend your days teaching him how to bake various treats while he revels in feeling so normal for the first time in his life. Hidden inside your little bakery, he’s not expected to be gracious and courteous, or to be ruthless and calculating. He can simply be himself around you. Only problem is his parents announce he will be marrying a princess from a neighboring kingdom in less than six months.

Jisung - Fake relationship Jisung screams early 2000s romcom for me, you can’t change my mind. The real chaotic ones like How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, The Wedding Planner, and of course, The Proposal.

You were certainly not his first option, given his love for tormenting you and your history of bickering at office get-togethers. But Jisung is left with no choice as Christmas is quickly approaching, and his entire family expects to meet his fiance when he visits. In all fairness, he did have one, but she broke off the engagement with no real explanation, leaving him heartbroken and in a huge predicament. He could either come clean to his family and endure two weeks of nagging or find someone to act as his fiance. Unfortunately for him, you’re the only single woman in his department he knows would accept this crazy deal — that’s enough ammo for a year of teasing, and you can’t pass up on that.

Felix - Sunshine/grumpy I know this is the most obvious choice but hear me out, it’s for good reason.

Felix moves back to Australia to get away from the corporate world he’s been sucked into, missing his carefree days at the beach when he was a kid. You move in next door after a year and a half of enduring a terrible writer’s block that threatens your career as a writer. You have no time for futile things, seeing as your livelihood depends on you sitting down and finishing your book before summer ends. Except your neighbor is unrelenting, determined to help you find your lost passion through his carefully curated list of days at his favorite childhood fair and late-night ocean trips to teach you how to swim. It’s irritating at first, and you want nothing more than to get through his silly list as fast as possible lest you drown him during one of your swimming lessons. Only Felix’s outlook on life slowly wins you over, and you find yourself with more than just your forgotten love for writing filling your heart.

Seungmin - Enemies to lovers He also screams romantic comedy. His handsome face hiding his chaotic need to pester everyone he loves makes this the obvious choice to me.

As a lawyer just starting her career, you expect to be faced with the usual issues: overworking, your boss being an asshole, and dealing with cases that make you question your own morals. A co-worker who makes every second of your day unbearable was not on your bingo card. Seungmin is assigned to the same team as you, working under the supervision of the firm’s most prestigious lawyers. His need to be the best drives you up the wall, his competitiveness possibly being the worst trait you’ve seen on a man, only rivaled by his cockiness. If that wasn’t enough, he’s seemingly determined to make your life a living hell, constantly engaging in petty fights and teasing you every chance he gets. When a particular case proves too much for you to handle — hitting too close to home — Seungmin trades his unwelcome jokes for words of encouragement, keeping you company after work hours simply to help you. You see him take a step back from his beloved spotlight for the first time just to watch you shine. You find it odd, to say the least, but you can’t bring yourself to question it in your situation. Little do you know he’s been falling for you since he was first introduced to the team, and his need to rile you up is simply a desperate attempt to make you pay attention to him.

Jeongin - Boy next door I read this one in your message and I just knew it was Jeongin.

He moves next door after a heartbreak, which makes him want nothing more than to run away from the bustling city of Seoul and its cold residents. Jeongin intrigues you from the first day — having lived in that small town your whole life had you desperate for excitement, for what adventures the city could provide you. You have a happy, albeit quite monotonous life. Running the only bookshop in town provides countless stories from your nosy neighbors’ chaotic lives that keep you entertained throughout your days. Still, you’ve grown tired of only hearing about these experiences. Jeongin begins frequenting your bookshop, walking you home, and coming inside for a piece of cake every day. During your talks, you always complain about your dull life in the town, while he swears you wouldn’t trade the tranquility of your little life if you knew how ruthless and lonely the city can be. You fall first, his bright smile and gentle nature capturing your lonely heart. But he falls harder, vowing to help you find the excitement you yearn for in life, even if it means losing you to the city he hates so much.

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wonusite · 2 years

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what fics are u currently working on now? 🤩

dont push yourself if you're too tired or burnt out ❤️❤️

pls this is so sweet!! 😭 pinky promise i won’t! u guys just motivate me so much that i can’t help but write a lot lmao.

there’s a lot of concepts and ideas that i’m playing around w, but i’ll only mention the ones that i’ve actually started writing. the list goes as follows in no particular order!

professor!wonwoo - college au

rival!jeonghan - e2l, rich kid au, college au

daddy!gyu part 5

roommate!minghao - e2l, college au

daddy!cheol - a/b/o au, sugar daddy au

jock!gyu - college au

nerd!shua part 2

simp!seokmin - established relationship au

academic rival!seungkwan - college au

ex!chan - breakup au

sunshine!reader x brooding!woozi

#perhaps i got just the tiniest bit carried away 🙃#but i promise i take adequate breaks lmao #svt just has me in a chokehold fr #nalani.wips #nonny

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hey-august · 12 days

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This story comes to you from the May Event Week 1 results! Check out the full event here.

WC: ~650 (this got so out of hand. I can't guarantee the other poll losers will be this long 🙃) Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, profanity, male masturbation, shower masturbation, hint of a one-bed trope bc why not

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The ship needed big repairs and everyone had to find rooms on shore. Of course there weren’t enough rooms for the whole crew. Of course he had to share a room with you. Of course there was only one bed. One fucking bed. And you.

The moment you two entered the room, the gravity in Buggy’s body increased tenfold. His stomach dropped and all the blood rushed below his belt. Sharing a bed with you… His swollen head began concocting all sorts of endless possibilities and fantasies. Your bodies touching, the feel of your warmth, skin against skin, leaving whispers of promises and praise all over your body, his shaking with need until you give into his begging, the sound of his name spilling from your mouth.

Buggy took sanctuary in the bathroom, truthfully claiming he needed to wash away the day’s filth. It was all dirt that accumulated within the past few minutes. Maybe he could fuck these feelings out of himself. He could choke the lust out of his own dick. It was already full to bursting, staining his red and white striped underwear with precum.

Standing under the showerhead, Buggy hoped for a moment that the hot water would bring relaxation and simply carry away the desire into the drain. It didn’t work. Of course not. The water felt too good on his aching hard-on, teasing his erection as it twitched for more. For something.

Feeling more pissed than horny, Buggy squirted some of the complimentary shower wash into his hand. This fucking place would rather spend more for unnecessary amenities, like lemongrass soap, than on more beds. That thought popped like a sudsy bubble as he smeared the viscous fluid on his sensitive member. It felt good. Really good.

The splashing water masked the sound of his hand roughly pumping his heavy cock. His balls bounced with each jerk. Knowing that you were on the other side of the bathroom door was fucking awful. And fucking wonderful.

Heavy breathing edged into soft groans. Before being beat down by the falling water, his voice echoed against the tiles. With each bouncing reverberation, Buggy felt delicious guilt. The sweetness of giving into temptation.

What if you could hear him? Did he want that? A part of him did. That’s fucked up. And a turn on. He squeezed tightly, pressing out endless beads of precum as his dick cried and cried, all for you. If you only knew. If you could see him like this, hunched over in the shower and pounding his fist just to the thought of you.

Buggy bit his bottom lip, keeping your name locked in his mouth as he released the rest of his want for you. His vision narrowed as he watched the thick cum shoot against the shower wall. Too much, there’s too much now. The air is too heavy, the shower is too hot, there’s too much water on his body, too much jizz pouring from his body.

Throwing an arm against the wall, Buggy leaned in and pressed his forehead against a cool tile. Hopefully his knees wouldn’t give out. It would be impossible for him to survive the absolute mortification of blacking out, only for you to barge in and see him wet and naked on the ground, while the hot water cooked the spunk that didn’t drain away. Once the weakness passed, Buggy finished his shower, washed away any clumps of evidence, and stumbled out of the steamy room.

He mumbled something about probably using all the hot water before collapsing into the bed and falling into a deep sleep. When he finally woke up to the sound of seagulls welcoming the morning sun, Buggy felt victorious. He survived the night.

But as Buggy registered the light scent of lemongrass from your sleeping form, which was curled against his, he realized the trap he set for himself. A trap that had his body reacting to the smell, remembering how he took care of his needs yesterday, and wanting more.

#buggy smut #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #hey-august may event

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ef-1 · 7 months

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Daniel did a really really really cool interview with Nailing the Apex I highly recommend™️ here are some notable bits

- Daniel said when he first got the rushed x-ray at zandvoort, he kept getting told it's a simple break. However, when he went to Spain and actually spoke to the surgeon, the surgeon told him it's an incredibly bad and complex break

- Daniel said at least knowing it was a very bad spiral break was good because he was in "A LOT of pain" and the severity of pain didn't correlate with the simple break people were assuring him he had and he's glad he's not just a wuss [insert Daniel gushing about how strong Motogp riders are and how they might not be human actually]

- A fan asked Daniel what the worst and best part of having to take a break for injury and the interviewer Tim interjects "sleeping?" But Daniel replies that he was "sleeping in pain because it hurts like hell" :((

- He concludes that there wasn't much good about his recovery period but aleast each day he saw progress

- As for the worst part: having to take a break from training because he'd been training all summer and he'd reached a "beast mode" and finally enjoying all of it

- it was "hard not to feel like a set back. But I didn't allow it to feel like a setback"

- " I feel like I had gotten big and strong [before the injury] and some of that slowly went away." bbgorl :(

-Tim: how did you and Josh Allen become mates?" Daniel: it was love at first sight 🥰

- On Josh Allen, after Daniel went on and on about how similar they are and how compelling he thinks bonding to athletes who play drastically different sports, he wraps it up with "he's a big cutie and I adore him"

- even though Daniel missed a considerable amount of time in the car and it was during a pivotal time where the car had seen big developments, in his first session back he felt immediately in-tune again 🥹

- daniel thinks if F1 should insist on having sprints then something about it has to change, he suggests opening parc ferme on Saturday so that drivers can tweak set ups

- A fan asked daniel if there is any lessons he carries all the way back from being in the RB jr program, to which he answers "tough love." He said maybe he "needed someone to kick him up the butt". He said it made him an adult a little sooner 🙃

it was a really cool interview and I highly recommend, you can tell Daniel likes and is comfortable with Tim

#f1 #daniel ricciardo #josh allen #the way he frames the tough love bit didnt sit well with me #i want a tell all book one day

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fxllfaiiry · 1 year

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thirsty thots, you say? 👀 I may have got a bit carried away, oops

Eddie loves eating pussy, we know this. But it's not till you've been dating for a little while that you realise he adores eating pussy. Particularly yours. You've only got time for a quickie? He's annihilating your puss. 😌 You're expecting him to fuck you up against the wall when he pulls you into the bathroom at the Hideout. He's only got 15 minutes till he goes on stage, and you figure he needs to work out some of that hyped up pre-show energy. This was the first time he's invited you to a show (he was too nervous until now 👉👈🥹). He pushes you against the door and you sink your fingers into his curls and pull him towards you for a kiss, but just as you begin to pull him in he's sinking to his knees in front of you. A soft "oh" falls from your mouth before you can hold it in and he looks up at you from where he's leaving sloppy kisses on your thighs. "This okay, babe?" He looks up at you with wide, blown out eyes while his fingers are kneading the soft fat of your thighs. Your insides feel like warm honey and you give him a sweet "'Course, hunny", and he's back on you. Pushing your skirt over your hips and nuzzling his nose onto your mound with a satisfied moan. He digs his fingers under the elastic and pulls your panties to the side with one hand, and manoeuvres your leg up over his shoulder with the other. Wasting no more time, he dives right in. Sucking and slurping and just devouring you. When he deems you wet enough, he slides two fingers into you and immediately hooks them up to search for that special spot. It doesn't take him long, knowing he's got it when your moans hit his ears. The closer you get to cuming, the louder you get and the tighter you become around his fingers. You feel, rather that hear, his little mumbles against your clit - "C'mon, baby. Cum f'me, give it t'me". With one last, hard suckle on your clit, you're cuming on his face. One hand grips his hair hard, holding him to you while you ride out your high. The other slaps against the door in an attempt to steady yourself. Panting, trying to catch your breath, you loosen your grip on Eddie and let him lower your leg so he can straighten back up. He's got the biggest, dopiest grin on his slick soaked face when you finally manage to look at him. You kiss that stupid look off his face. You pull away, ready to take care of him, when he gives you one more quick kiss and says "thanks, baby. Let me buy you a drink before I've gotta go on." And he's opening the door and taking your hand and dragging you back out to the crowded bar and you're like!!!!! 🙃🙃🙃

girlie please marry me, this is so fucking hot. I would totally read a fic about this 🤤

#꒰𔘓⠀࣪. post cards 💌꒱#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #🦇 ─ eddie munson ♡

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biscutlovingbitch · 2 months

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Your so cold.(Pt.1)

Eddie X Reader

Word count:2633, Got a little carried away 🙃.

Warnings: 18+ Language, Somewhat fluff, Forced proximity, Heavy petting, Teasing. (Smut in pt.2)

It was a Friday night and you had had plans to go over to your friend Steve's house for movie night, it had become a tradition since freshman year. You Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and of course Eddie Munson. Now you didn't really have a problem with him its just he was a little too "wild" for your liking. He always seemed to get you in trouble by doing something stupid then when you would try to bring it up to him the next day he'd say that it wasn't his fault and ignore you, or somehow make it your fault. But since this was Steve's house and not your own you weren't going to be that upset if something happens because then it wouldn't be on you.

As you started to get ready it was already almost 5:00 and you had promised Steve that you would be there at exactly 5:30, not only was he a few blocks away from your house but you also didn't own a car and would have to walk there and it was starting to rain, your only choice was to walk. Now you could have called Eddie but you didn't feel like having him come here with his rusty old van and blowing your eardrums out with his loud music, not that you didn't like his music but you preferred other genres more. As you looked for the umbrella you swore you had put in the holder by the front door the clock was ticking down minute by minute. After a few minutes of searching you decided that you could just brave the rain, and the cold.

As you where walking to Steve's you realized that you had totally forgot to put on a bra earlier and you where wearing a white shirt on top of that, you thought your day couldn't get any worse then you herd it. The familiar sound of screeching tires and a loud stereo from down the road behind you, you tried not to look but he did. "Hey there princes, whatcha doin' out here in the rain?" he said slowing down to talk to you as you kept walking. Covering your chest by crossing your arms you turned to him to talk "Oh you know dont have a ride so i just figured id walk to Steve's" you say laughing a little bit. "You know you could have called me, I would have picked you up in a heartbeat" he says smiling at you with that devilish grin he wore so proudly. "Oh i just figured you had a Hellfire meeting today so i didn't want to bother you" You say obviously lying to him. "But you know that we dont have hellfire meetings on Friday" dropping his smile and squinting his eyes at you. Oh fuck how where you going to get your ass out of this one. "Well I just figured you would have had a campaign or something to do" you said hoping that he wouldn't catch on. "No i did not, but dont you still have the schedule from when you where in hellfire?".

Yes its no surprise that when you where dating Billy Hargrove that he had told you about a drug dealer by the name of Eddie the freak Munson. He had taken you along with him on one of his runs and that was the first time you ever met Eddie, since then you two along with your other friends you have practically been inseparable. After you had broken up with Billy you had seen that there was a new or at least you thought new club at the school called Hellfire. When you got there it was filled with your usual geeks, weirdos and losers but one had stood out among the rest, Eddie. He wasn't like the other people there, the others had good grades and smarts and his was well... questionable. After that first meeting that you went to he started taking you home after school and picking you up in the mornings, you dont know what had changed but one day he didn't show up and you just figured that he was done with you. since then you only really see him at the little party's that your friends throw, and sometimes a casual friendly wave in the hallways but your not as close as you once where.

"Well i'm here now right, you should hop in you seem... cold" he said looking at you, you where visibly shivering and teeth chattering as you spoke. You thought about saying no because you didn't want to make things weird but then if you didn't then you would probably catch hypothermia so you decided getting in was the best option. As you got in you had uncrossed your arms to pull yourself inside, forgetting about your outfit malfunction. Eddie had seen your chest through your shirt as he looked a you getting in and something changed inside of him. He wasn't the smiling Eddie that had just offered you a ride, no he wasn't even looking at you and he was barley even talking to you when you tried to make conversation, why?

The drive to Steve's was silent, Eddie had turned down the music when he stopped to talk to you then jut never turned it up again. You looked out the window and sighed, he noticed and looked over at you. Seeing that you where still shivering. "I uh have a shirt in the back if you want to wear it. its kinda old and ive worn it before but it might be warmer" he said still looking over at you. "Are you sure? I mean i'm fine in this" you said teeth chattering and still shivering. "Yeah sure you are princess" he said scoffing and looking back at the road. "okay okay where is it?" you said climbing into the back, you had a skirt on and you ass was practically in his face when he looked in his rear view mirror. "well they dont call it a rear view mirror for nothing" he mumbled "its next to that pile of blankets on the floor" he said noticing a tightening in his jeans as he adjusted them a little to be more comfortable.

You wiggled your ass while looking for the shirt unaware of what you where doing to Eddie "where-Oh wait i found it!" you said picking up the shirt and looking at it. It was an old iron maiden tee-shirt, black unlike the one you had on, it matched your skirt perfectly. As you went to take off your shirt and change you had forgotten you had no bra on, so you did what any reasonable person would do .You put it on over your soaking wet tee-shirt and tried to take off your skin tight white turtleneck under the other tee-shirt. It went horribly, meanwhile Eddie had parked at Steve's house already and noticed that you where... struggling so he decided to offer you some help.

"Hey princess need some help?" he said as he crawled in next to you. "No i got it!" you said even though you defiantly did not have it. Your turtleneck had shrunk in the washer to begin with so it was already tight and now you had to take it off under another tee-shirt without accidentally flashing your best friend. "No you dont, just hold still let me help you" he said as he reached out to tug on the bottom of the iron maiden tee-shirt. As you where still trying to take off the sleeves you felt him grab your left sleeve and start pulling it. Afterwards he helped you with your right sleeve and then the hard part. You had done your hair and make up so nicely and didn't want to ruin it so you held your hands in front of your face as he pulled the neck up and over your head. "Sorry about your hair" he said trying to help smooth it down for you. "Its okay" You said smiling at him "Thank you".

As you walked up to Steve's front door he came out. "Jesus i was wondering where you guys have been, been waiting for you guys for like 20 minutes!". "Well were here now aren't we?" you said stomping into the house with a pissy tone. "Shes not happy that i messed up her hair" Eddie mumbled to Steve. "Oh messed up her hair now?" Steve said with a grin and wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie. "Not like that man come on" Eddie scoffed as he moved past Steve to follow you. Meanwhile you where in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, talking about Nancy getting married. "Alright so now that everyone is here we can start the movie" Steve said grabbing the popcorn and drinks. "So what movie did you pick out for us this time big boy?" you said as you plopped yourself right in between him and Robin. "Risky Business" He said smirking over at you, god was it going to be a long night.

Eddie had sat down right next to Steve, Nancy and Johnathan had shared the love seat. Everything was going fine till the sex scene came on. You felt Steve's hand creep on your thigh but when you turned to look at him his eyes where glued to the TV, but Eddie's weren't. He was staring right back at you with heavy lids and his tongue licking his bottom lip. "Oh fuck were out of popcorn" Steve said "Ill make some more, you just stay right there" You said getting up and grabbing the bowl out of Steve's lap. As you walked to the kitchen you thought you herd someone behind you but when you looked back no one was there. Oh well you thought to yourself but as you rounded the corner Eddie was standing right there.

"How did you get in front of me?" you questioned him. "Oh you know i'm a ninja" he said jokingly. "Yeah right, you a ninja? Next to Robbin your the clumsiest person i know" you said as you put the popcorn bag in the microwave. You turned and leaned on the counter and stared at Eddie. "Why aren't you out there watching the movie with everyone else?" You said looking a bit confused. "Eh its not my favorite, plus ive already seen it so you know" he said leaning on the kitchen island across from you. "Yeah I dont know i mean i like it, plus tom cruise is hot" You say getting the popcorn out of the microwave and putting it into the bowl. "Oh yeah and why is that?" he says looking at you. "Because he has nice hair and nice hair turns me on" You said this time getting closer to his face then leaving.

When you returned to the living room Steve had moved closer to Robin so now there was only space next to him where Eddie was sitting. As you sat down Eddie had squeezed himself in right next to you, man spreading. You couldn't help but look down at his legs, you saw a bulge. You had herd stories about how big he was but you didn't realize that it was true. You forgot that you where staring then Eddie had caught on. "See something you like there princess?" he said whispering into your ear. you quickly looked up but it was already too late he knew. You tried to turn away but his hand came up to your jaw forcing you to look at him, you whimpered but only loud enough for him to hear. He bit his lip and looking into his dark pools of eyes you stared. but then you felt Steve's hand on your thigh again breaking your little staring contest with Eddie.

You looked over at Steve but this time he was looking back at you. He bit his lip a little then started to drag his hand up further, but just as you thought it couldn't get any better you felt another hand. It was Eddie's ,now you where stuck with both of your best friends hands on your thighs. Not waning to make things awkward you got up to use the bathroom. You stayed in there until you herd the ending credits come on. When you walked out Nancy and Johnathan where passed out and Robin was nodding off next to Steve. "Alright its time for bed i guess" Steve said as no body but Robbin said anything in response. "Hey do you have any shorts i can barrow this isn't very comfy to wear to bed" You said asking Steve. "Uh yeah up in my closet theirs some old gym shorts you can barrow" He said laying out blankets for everyone.

Steve was a nice friend he always had been, Ever since he sat next to you in biology class you two just clicked. You didn't like Tommy and Carol though, they where assholes to you always making fun of your hair or outfits or what ever else they could find. Your relationship with him wasn't always like this though, not until last spring when you and Steve had hooked up after prom because both of your dates ditched you. After that it got well...Weird, you started hanging out in groups because with the two of you it was just awkward. After school you'd make out with Billy in his car at lovers lake but never dared to go further than just over the clothes. You liked Billy but not that much, You had never slept with anyone until Steve so obviously you have a bit of a soft spot for him.

As you put on Steve's shorts and headed back downstairs you start to think about Eddie and how much you two have done together too. Never as much as you and Steve but you've shared a drunken kiss once or twice. As you got back to the living room you saw everyone lying on the floor and couches, trying to figure out where you should sleep you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Eddie "You can sleep with me if you want, Ill keep you warm" He said smiling a little bit. "Okay" You said getting on your knees to lay down, You two where behind the couch which you thought was a bit odd but you didn't care too much.

As he laid down next to you, you covered yourself up with the blanket because you where cold, it was big enough for the two of you but only if you where extremely close. As you started to scoot backwards you noticed that Eddie had turned towards you and you where now rubbing against his very prominent hard on. You kept trying to get warm by rubbing up against him but you just ended up making your situation worse. He grabbed your hip with one hand to try and make you stay still but you where still trying to move. "Are you trying to kill me here?" He whispered into your ear as his breath hitched in his throat. "What no, why would i do that?" you said trying to change the subject. "You know why, You've been torturing me all day princess dont act like you dont know what your doing to me." He said almost sounding in pain. "I dont know what your talking about" you said trying to act innocent. "Oh really you dont know? I'm talking about this" He said as he started to grind into you. "All of this just because you where cold" He said as he stopped grinding. This was going to be one long night.

Part 2 coming soon!

#stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson #fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson blurb

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