Saturday Six (Stuff)
but on Sunday
Funny things from yesterday's market - baby goats for sale and even one little girl carrying her little goat like an actual baby. I got told a lady was praying for my business, and all about the apostle Paul being a sail maker and Canvas worker. We talked about how he probably worked with hemp at that time. Cotton candy (candy floss) puffs bigger than people's heads. A little dude having a tantrum on the grass (like same dude, if I could I would) because he didn't get the right 3d printed dragon toy. A little girl dragging a unicorn on a leash, running from her mom (definitely one way to walk your unicorn lol) At least the music was fairly decent, even if overall it was fairly slow. (ă-Ï-)ïŸ
Work has been nonexistent. That is not good. I can't really advertise. I'm doing Fb/Instagram posts but idk how much good it's doing.(â
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Parents went away for a few days, and basically (the first time) told me I was taking care of watering the plants in their yard, but didn't leave me any gas money. Gee thanks. It's only a 30+ mile round trip.ïŒâ-â*)
I'm really not digging the hot temps. Or the wind. Both are bad for fire season.(àčâąÌ Ï âąÌàč)
I'm finding it hard to find positivity right now. Le sigh...(áŽËłáŽ)
My veggie (technically fruit) plants are looking great. Hopefully they fruit up nicely!!! ÊâĄâÉ(à„âąáŽâąà„â)
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Mad Max (angry kind of frustrated max verstappen) like barging through the paddock mad - when he sees her (reader) his anger falls and he gets teary and turns into clingy breakdown maxie
⊠just a cutesy idea i had
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Max is having an awful weekend. The car is shit, and everyone is asking him why he didnât participate in the run for Senna that Seb organized, and he is just so tired of repeating the same thing over and over again because, apparently, everyone wants to hate on him this weekend.
He just finished with an interview, very abruptly after the reporter acted unprofessional. He really doesnât care that everyone is going to be talking about that for the rest of the weekend too.
âMax,â His PR officer says, touching his shoulder to make him stop walking. âthe reporter wants to talk.â
Max scoffs, rolling his eyes. âAbout what? If he isnât going to apologize, then I donât have anything to say.â He walks away when from the corner of his eye sees a few reporters and cameras pointing his way. Max knows that he should apologize to her later, for leaving like that, but now he just wants to get the fuck out of the paddock and hope for the best for qualifying tomorrow.
Heâs walking fast, very fast, avoiding eye contact and every fan that tries to make their way towards him. He doesnât care about being disrespectful now, they need to respect him and his time too.
But then someone is grabbing him by his arm and he just canât take it anymore. Max turns around, only to find his favorite person looking at him with a worried expression on her face.
âMaxie?â You ask, leaning a little closer and cupping his cheek. âGemma told me what happened, you want to talk about it?â
And suddenly he is at a loss of words, the urge to cry making it hard to think straight.
Max can only shake his head, eyes filling with tears in just a couple of seconds. And, knowing him like the palm of your hand, you see right through him.
âYou want to leave? Back to the hotel?â
Max nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. âI just need,â He bites his lower lip, noticing a few people around that canât stop looking at you two. âto grab a few things from my drivers room.â
You hold his hand, squeezing slightly. âWe can ask Gemma to do that.â
Max feels relieved because he really doesnât have the strength to stay a second longer in this place.
The car is already waiting for you when you walk out of the paddock. You let Max get in first before climbing inside and sitting by his side.
No one says anything for the first half of the way, but then Max is turning around and looking at you with a pout on his lips. And you can only open your arms.
Max rests his head on your lap for the rest of the way, your fingers massaging his scalp as you patiently wait for him to start talking.
âIâm having a bad weekend.â He says after what feels like hours. âI donât want to think. I just want to sleep.â
âYou can sleep, baby. Iâll wake you up when we get there.â You lean down to place a kiss on the top of his head. âYou need to rest.â
Max sniffs, âWould you hold me? Please?â
âIâm never letting you go.â
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hii ^^ i looove your writing !! iâm so obsessed with this idea of best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give headđđđ like maybe theyâre watching a movie and a sex scene comes on and out of pure curiosity sheâs like âi wonder how it feelsâŠdoes it feel good?â and omg he would be so vocal, sweet, and instructionalđđđ
Just call me Mr. Munson
rockstar!eddie munson x virgin best friend fem!reader
â ïžwarnings: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving), slight female masturbation, corruption kink, slight dom!eddie, very dirty talk, honestly just filth, no use of y/n, overuse of the nickname peach and baby, eddieâs soft for us, readers 20 while Eddie is 21, corroded coffin are in the infancy of their career thus nothing has really changed in eddies life.
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Your best friend is a rockstar, you always knew heâd make a name for himself with his music, you couldnât have been more happy for him, but you also miss him like crazy when heâs on tour.
Youâd always hang out with the guys when theyâd get back; go out for drinks, have game nights at Eddieâs place which usually consisted of dnd, or hit up whatever party was happening that weekend.
The first couple of days were always the best, they would still be in their sex, drugs and rock and roll headspace, trying to adjust to normality after a crazy tour.
You knew all about their sexual escapades while away, of course they werenât directly said to you, but to each other as you listened in, theyâd occasionally throw you a look of remorse as if theyâd ruin your virgin ears with their banter. Okay, so you were a virgin, itâs not like you canât talk about sex though, you more often than not felt like their little sister and it drove you crazy.
You wanted to get some experience and maybe impress them with stories of your own, but when it came down to it, you chickened out. The thought of having sex with a random guy for the sake of gaining experience just didnât sit right with you, and so you were never able to follow through with it.
You had always secretly hoped that Eddie would maybe teach you some stuff, you would replay possible conversations in your mind of how youâd want to ask him, but you couldnât follow through with that either. Maybe you just werenât meant to be experienced in that area, maybe itâs a good thing. Yeah, thatâs what you tell yourself but it never really feels truthful.
Tonight you and Eddie have movie night, something you both like to do when heâs just gotten home and in need of âhis best friend timeâ as he puts it. You went and hung out at family video for awhile, Eddie catching up with Steve and Robin while you browsed the new releases, finally settling on some b rated cheesy horror movie and some snacks.
Once back at Eddieâs trailer, you set up the movie while he puts the popcorn on the stove, and unbags the rest of the junk food, while grabbing two beers out the fridge for you both. Throwing the popcorn in whatever big bowl he can find, he makes his way to you, with his arms full.
âAlright, you ready?â He motions to the tv with his head, while trying to gently place everything on the coffee table. âI have a feeling this is gonna be really gory, but yeah Iâm ready.â You say before shoving a couple kernels of popcorn into your mouth, âitâs okay, peach. You know if it gets too scary you can always hold onto me.â He beams with a smug smirk. The use of his childhood nickname for you, makes your cheeks bloom a bright red, though it wasnât out of embarrassment, but an overwhelming sense of pride that no one other than you, knew this side of Eddie, this sweet gentle side. You knew one day heâd get a girlfriend and sheâd see this side plus so much more, the thought made your stomach twist in knots but couldnât think about that, for now you would savor the moments you two spend together.
âYeah, youâd like that wouldnât you?â You jokingly say, you rarely join in on Eddieâs flirting so when you do, it always catches him off guard. He side eyes you with a small smirk. âSo, do you wanna smoke before I press play?â He asks while rubbing his palms on his Jean clad thighs. âYeah, we can smoke.â Smoking with Eddie usually consists of you taking one hit while he kills the rest.
Correction, you took two hits this time, while Eddie took a couple more than you, before putting the joint out in the ashtray and discarding it off to the side, while pressing play on the remote. Something in the air felt different this time, you couldnât put your finger on it but there was a tension you were never aware of before. Eddie kept sneaking glances at you, but when youâd look, his eyes would be on the screen, aside from the two times his eyes didnât look away fast enough. You wanted to ask him if something was wrong or if you had something on your face, but the weed almost made you feel stuck or maybe you were too afraid of what would come out of the conversation.
After sitting in silence watching teenagers be picked off one by one, by some psycho killer as you sipped your beer and every once in a while grabbed for a candy or some popcorn. You took one last glance at Eddie, your eyes met but he looked away almost immediately back onto the screen.
When you looked back at the tv, the scene in front of you was a rather erotic one. The couple were in a car at some type of âlovers lakeâ spot, the girl was bent over the middle console sucking the guys dick, while his head was thrown back on the head rest.
âWhat does that feel like?â The words leave your mouth before you are even able to grasp what it was you actually asked. âWhat?â Eddie asked as his eyebrows furrowed. âGetting head, what does it feel like?â You already asked, might as well find out the answer. âUm, well I mean it feels good.â He says, his eyes meeting yours as he white knuckles his beer bottle, taking a swig. âMmm, Iâve always wanted to try it.â You donât know what has come over you, almost like the weed has some type of truth serum in it, you couldnât stop word vomiting your every thought.
Eddie almost spit out his sip of beer, but instead he swallows it harshly before choking. You sit up and pat his back, while laughing. âShit, are you okay? Here, put your hands up.â You say as you try to help him lift his right arm into the air. âHe pulls his arm away while rubbing his chest, âIâm alright.â He says gently, âyou just, you canât say shit like that, peach. Not to me.â
Now your eyebrows furrow, because what the fuck? Heâs your best friend, he can talk about different women all day long and how he fucks them side ways from Monday, but you inquire about one sexual question and now itâs âyou canât say shit like that to me.â You roll your eyes and turn your body towards the tv, huffing out a breath in annoyance.
A couple minutes pass by before Eddie is knocking you out of your thoughts. âListen, peach I-I,â you cross your arms as he talks, before you cut him off. âEddie, itâs fine just drop it.â Eddie didnât know how to drop shit, so you knew that wasnât gonna happen. âLook at me.â He said with a domineering tone, making you turn your head almost immediately. âListen, I just- I understand youâre curious and as your best friend I shouldnât be weird about you, yaâ know experimenting and all that but, I donât know the thought of some creep seeing you like that, I donât know it just pisses me off.â He says through gritted teeth. âI get it Eddie, you look at me like your little sister or something.â You say as your head snaps back to the screen, screams booming from the speakers as one of the girls tries to outrun the killer.
âA sister?â Eddie says almost as low as a whisper, âI donât think of you like a sister, peach. If I had a sister I definitely wouldnât hang out with her as much as I do with you.â His words make your stomach flutter. âYou donât?â You ask in surprise. âNo, no I donâtâ Eddie says before taking another swig of his beer. âWell, so why does the thought of me doing that with someone piss you off?â Youâre genuinely confused now. âI donât know, itâs just you're so innocent about shit like that, and I donât want someone taking advantage of you or..â he trails off before you begin talking, âokay? Well I mean I want to learn, I donât wanna be a virgin forever.â You say as you roll your eyes. âAnd you will, just make sure heâs the right guy, yaâ know?â
âIsnât the purpose to be good before you find the right guy?â You snort, ânot necessarily.â He says back, while meeting your eyes. âNot many guys want a girl who doesnât even know how to suck dick, correctly. Let alone a boring virgin.â You gloomily say while shooting him a bittersweet smile.
âCmon peach, youâre more than your sexual status, you know that right?â He tilts his head closer to you, doing his best silly face to make you laugh, it worked just like it always did. âThere she is.â He smirks.
A couple more minutes pass by before you say the words youâve been wanting to say for so long, no more overthinking it. âEddie?â You whisper, capturing his attention as he turns to look at you, âcan you teach me?â His eyes widen, his mouth slightly drops open and it moves like he wants to say something but the words are stuck, until finally heâs able to get them out âY-you want me to teach you?â He says in disbelief.
âWell, I mean I trust you more than anyone, and Iâm sure you know what you like, so why not?â You shrug and then turn your head back to the tv for a second before you find his eyes again. âAre you sure about that, peach? I mean I want you to really know what youâre asking for here?â His knee begins bouncing before heâs reaching for the leftover joint in the ashtray. âIâm a big girl Eddie, I know what Iâm asking for.â You smirk at the fact that youâre able to fluster him like this. âOkay, so you know the only way I can teach you is by, uh by showing you right?â Youâve never seen him this nervous before, maybe you shouldâve done this earlier. âYes, Eddie. How else would you teach me?â You raise an eyebrow, as he lights up the joint and takes a hit.
âFuck, peach are you positive you wanna do this? I donât wanna like fuck up our friendship or make shit weird between us.â He stares into your eyes, a look of genuine concern on his face as the smoke bellows from his mouth. You canât help the insecurities bubbling up inside of you,âEddie, if I'm not good enough to suck your dick, then just say that.â Your shoulders slump against the back of the couch, you look away because you canât bear the rejection.
âNot good enough? What the fuck does that mean?â He says while scooting himself closer to the edge of the couch, trying to see your face from where heâs seated, you donât answer. âHey!â He almost shouts with that same domineering tone from earlier. He grabs your cheeks, almost pinching them, making your mouth fall open in an âoâ shape. He turns your eyes to meet his, âlook at me when Iâm talking to you, peach.â His dominant voice gets softer at your nickname, the whole thing has you feeling butterflies somewhere else.
âYou wanna learn? Okay then, get on your knees for me, and Iâll teach you. Just call me Mr. Munson.â He says with a cackle, making you laugh along.
You get up from your spot and take a couple steps, now standing in front of Eddieâs wide opened legs, heâs now sitting with his back flush against the couch, knees spread. You sink down to your knees, and look up at him for direction. He stares at you for a couple seconds, while his chest rises and falls.
âOkay, first youâre gonna unbuckle my belt.â He says with a low gruff voice, somehow you were able to undo the belt from the handcuff buckle, rather quickly.
You didnât need to be told how to take his pants off, unbuttoning and unzipping them with fervor, before you put your thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and plaid boxers, but before you began pulling them down, Eddie stopped youâ âhold on, baby.â He breathily says as he puts his heavily tattooed hands over yours, âI uh,â his hands are trembling, everything feels like too much in the moment, heâs never called you baby before but also, why is he so nervous? You know heâs gotten his dick sucked more than he probably even remembers yet here he is more nervous than you.
âPeach, I-I uh, you know I really care about you, right?â His gaze is stirring something inside of you, the adoration in his eyes, clear as day. âYeah, of course I know that, Edâs. I care about you too.â You beam up at him, from your spot between his legs.
He removes his right hand from yours, bringing his thumb to your jaw, gliding it against your skin inching closer towards your lips, Eddie rubs the pad of his thumb over your pouty bottom lip, moving it back and forth until his finger stops abruptly. âOpenâ was all he had to say for you to obey, you open.
His thumb instantly on your tongue, you didnât need any more instruction as you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.
âFuckâ Eddie panted while holding your gaze, âyouâre so fucking pretty, peach.â He took a few more heavy breaths before he continued, âIâve always wanted to see you like this.â You canât believe what heâs saying, âheâs always wanted to see me like this? Since when?â But thatâs a question for another day, you want this too bad.
Instead you shoot him a little smirk, âare you ready Mr. Munson?â You say in a seductive tone. âY-yeah, Iâm ready baby.â He laughs at the title he threw around earlier. Your thumbs take up their old position, slowly pulling his boxers and black jeans down to his knees. Eddieâs cock springs out, at attention. You donât know much about dicks but he looks painfully hard, almost purple and throbbing while the tip leaks clear beads of precum, it makes your mouth water.
You reach for his cock, wrapping your dainty hand around his huge length. Eddie moves to sit up more, as if he needs to see everything youâre doing, âmmm, spit on it baby.â He softly commands as he bites his bottom lip. You get higher up on your knees, mouth a couple inches above his cock, letting a glob of spit fall out of your mouth and onto his angry tip.
Eddie shudders, before he continues his instructions. âGood girl, now rub the spit all over the head and shaft before you start the hand job, it can kind of hurt when itâs dry.â He says before yanking up his band shirt and pulling it up over his head, throwing it over the armrest of the couch.
Your eyes rake over his upper body, as you continue to pump him, his array of tattoos, some youâve seen some you havenât, along with nipple rings, yeah youâve never seen those before. Fuck, he looked so good. You continued to gawk until your eyes met his, his cocky smile looking down at you, knowingly.
âSee something you like, peach?â His cocky smile turned into a toothy grin. âMaybeâ was all you said before taking his tip into your mouth and lightly sucking. Eddieâs hand flies to your hair, gently taking a handful, âfuck, I didnât tell you to do that yet, did I? Youâre supposed to be a good girl and listen, okay?â He says before pulling you off of his cock. âFirst I want you to lick from my balls up to the tip, do you understand?â He says while he has your hair pulled back and chin pointed up towards him, almost face to face.
Youâve never seen Eddie this way before, so in charge, so demanding, almost mean but so sexy.
You do as he asked, licking a strip up from his balls to his tip, out of pure curiosity you licked the new beads of precum just to taste, âfuck, youâre such a good girlâ he growls, the praise going straight to your pussy.
âOkay baby, now I want you to do what you did before, put your mouth around the tip and suck.â You waste no time, putting the tip back into your mouth and sucking a little harder than before. âFuck, just like that. Now, look up at me, peach. I need to see those pretty eyes, baby.â When you look up at Eddie, you want to commit the sight in front of you to memory and use it every time you're alone in your bed at night. His eyes were lust filled, his jaw was slack, his head was tilted down as he watched you through his lashes.
âGood girl, peach!â He groans âokay, now take it a little deeper, yes! Fuck thatâs it, baby. Just like that.â You couldnât help it any longer, you were so turned on, you snuck your hand inside your shorts, grinding down on your fingers as they slid across your soaked clit. You continued bobbing on Eddieâs cock, he gathered your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as he controlled your movements.
He was trying so hard not to push your head down and begin fucking your throat, like he was use to. No, he had to be gentle with you, his little peach. In high school, he had this fantasy almost nightly, you sucking his cock, on your knees all cute and innocent. Fuck, he felt like a pervert back then because of it. But now, itâs really fucking turning him on, and heâs more than okay with that.
He sits up slightly as he notices your right hand has disappeared, âare you touching yourself?â He asks with a wide eyed gaze. âYes, I canât help it, youâre so sexy.â You whine, not even realizing what you said.
âOh?â He smirked, âyou think Iâm sexy?â His hips buck, making his tip hit the back of your throat, gagging you. âFuck, I think youâre so fucking sexy, keep playing with your little pussy baby, cum for me.â He panted, âI wanna see your face when you come, peach. I need to see it.â You slid his cock out of your mouth as you began rubbing your clit harder, âmmm, oh fuck.â You moaned out, eyes rolling back.
âYou sound so pretty, too. Can you take your shirt off for me, peach? Can I see your tits?â He begged, you slipped your hand out of your waistband, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, then you unclasp the black bra that cupped your boobs perfectly. Eddie, doesnât take his eyes off of you.
You pull the bra from your body, and throw it at him, as you giggle. âGoddamn,â he said under his breath as he sat up to get a better look, left hand lazily stroking his cock. His right hand reaches before he pulls it back, âcan I- can I touch?â He asks softly. âYes, you can touch Ed's.â You say with an innocent bat of your lashes.
He used both hands to grab handfuls of each breast, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. âYou really are so beautiful, you know that?â He asks, as he looks over your body and face.
âYeah? You think so?â You ask as you reach for his cock, missing the way it felt between your fingers and in your mouth. âOh, I know so.â He chuckles
âTeach me more, Edâs? I wanna make you cum.â You whisper as you move your head closer to his cock, he can feel your breath on him, but itâs your words that are really doing it for him. He never thought heâd hear you like this, no matter how many times heâs fantasized, but now that he has, heâs addicted. He wants to be your first everything, he has to be.
âFuck, keep touching yourself with my cock in your mouth, baby.â He whimpers, sitting flush against the couch again, with his head thrown back.
You stuff him back into your mouth, sucking and licking while your hand finds its way back into your shorts and over your clit.
âYes fuck! Deepthroat baby, breathe through your nose and swallow, look up at me. Fuck yes, Jesus your mouth feels so fucking good.â He scrunches his face up in pleasure, letting out little âfucksâ and âshitsâ as you took him deeper in your throat.
âMmm alright, spit on it again.â He says as he takes his cock in his hand, slapping your bottom lip with it. You do as youâre asked, âfuck yeah, I like my head sloppy, baby.â You can tell heâs antsy and wants to cum and youâre right behind him, as you continue to rub yourself.
âTake your other hand and wrap it around the middle. Mhm, perfect peach, now I want you to put your mouth on me again, just the tip and a little bit of the shaft, yes just like that, fuck.â Youâd do just about anything he asked of you right now, especially if he continues with those moans and his sweet words of praise.
âOkay, now I want you to twist your hand and go up and down, while you suck.â At first it was hard to keep the same rhythm as your hand, but you quickly got the hang of it. âOh fuck! Oh my god baby! Youâre fucking perfect.â He begins bucking his ups up towards your mouth, spit covering your hand as you continue your ministrations on him.
youâre so focused on making him feel good, you forgot about getting yourself off.
âLook at me, baby.â The sight of your tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, got him. âIâm cumming, fuck!â You take it all into your mouth not letting even a drop go. âHoly shit, peach.â He growls âswallow it.â He demands, while watching you. âLet me see.â Another demand. You stick out your tongue, to show him you did as you were asked.
âGood girl, now get up here and let me make you cum.â
Thank you for reading! đ
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1+ 2 = ...4? êš pierre gasly smau
pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown
in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?
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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight đ«¶đ»
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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous
username happy anniversary mom and dad
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username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho
pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chĂšre, i am the luckiest man in the world
pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight
pierregasly it rhymes with tierod
username TRIPOD PIERRE
username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON
georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.
username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope
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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings
ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(
pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do
ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour đ«¶đ»
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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time đȘ now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family
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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!
username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!
username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes
username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????
username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what
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ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear đ«¶đ» the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good
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username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg
username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say
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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!
pierregasly well if the bean's want them....
username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf
username tell us your secret!!!!
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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)
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georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.
username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids
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pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?
ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime
pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie
username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf
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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 đŁđŒ
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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE
ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.
username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.
username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH
username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed
georgerussell63 excuse me????
georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????
georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted
pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.
ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.
georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)
lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited đ€
charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty đ«Ą congratulations, you two.
georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.
username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this
username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????
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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 đ«¶đ»
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username this is SO CUTE
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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)
pierregasly my beautiful wife
ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.
pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world
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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)
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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)
username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell
charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together
ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved
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ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel
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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.
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username they share a birthday with charles im crying
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charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.
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pleaseee can i request a potter!reader x barty where someone tries to hit on the reader and is pretty persistent when sheâs with her friends (maybe remus, lily and reg because i feel like theyâd all hang out) and then barty (and maybe james??) appears and acts as her scary dog privilege thank youu your writing is so amazing đđ
you sure can! thanks for the request (and your patience), I'm dusting off all my requests from the Spring hahaha <3
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who has a persistent admirer [731 words]
CW: slight harassment/not accepting no for an answer, quick defence by friends and brother and boyfriend, threats of violence
âThis is getting embarrassing.â Lily muttered as she watched Gideon Prewett approach you the second you stepped into the library.Â
You smiled politely enough at the sod, but clearly felt awkward as you spotted your friends waiting for you in the library, shooting them a look that clearly read âhelpâ.
â- think we could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.â The group heard the tail end of Gideonâs sentence as the two of you got closer; or, rather, you got closer and he trailed obsessively behind you.
âErm, thatâs really nice of you, Prewett, but Iâm gonna have to say no thank you.â
âCome now, Potter,â he continued easily, âI know what youâre thinking; it doesnât have to be-â
âI would quit whilst youâre ahead, Prewett.â Remus sing-songed with a smirk as Gideon pulled your chair out for you and attempted to sit on your other side.
âAnd just what is that supposed to mean, Lupin?â Gideon all but sneered in reply, though he did hesitate in taking the seat.
âHasnât she made it clear enough sheâs not interested?â Lily hissed, causing Regulus to huff a laugh.
âI say leave him to it.â He drawled in a bored manner. âItâs his funeral.â
âIs that a threat, Black?â Gideon accused at the exact moment said threat walked in.
âHey bug!â James called loudly; appearing friendly for all intents and purposes, but the well trained eye (like that of his partnerâs, one of his best friendâs and roommates, and his twin sister) could easily see the tension simmering beneath his cool facade. âSâthis tosser bothering you?âÂ
âNoâŠâ You offered carefully, clearly not convinced in your own answer as you offered Gideon an apologetic grimace. âNo, Iâm alright, I just-â
âWhatâs going on here?â Barty demanded, appearing behind you out of nowhere like some sort of deranged poltergeist as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and glared threateningly at your persistent admirer.Â
âItâs a sodding library, Junior, what do you think is going on here?â Gideon spat.
âWhat I think is going on here,â Barty started severely, âis that youâre making my girl uncomfortable.âÂ
âIs that true, Prewett?â James queried; tone about an octave higher than normal as he threw a âfriendlyâ arm over his shoulder. âAre you making my sister uncomfortable?â
âI-â
âBecause Iâd hate to see what kind of trouble Junior and I could get into together should we need to team up, yeah?â He asked sweetly, and Remus nearly snorted at the way the poor sods freckles stood out in stark contrast when the blood drained from his face as he looked over at Barty who was smiling at him maniacally.Â
âJeez, alright.â Gideon tried to joke, though his laugh came out rather pitchy as he shook Jamesâ threatening hold from his shoulder. âMessage received.â
But before he could take more than two steps away, Barty had him by the collar of his shirt as he brought his face inches from his own. âNext time a lady says no thank you, thatâs when your message should be received. Got it?â
Gideon simply nodded quickly, and Barty offered him a smile that didnât meet his eyes and a patronising pat on the cheek. âGood lad.â Â
The group of you watched Gideon flee the library before turning back to your table.Â
âWell, that was rather anticlimactic.â Regulus complained.
âWhat? Was baby Black hoping for more drama?â Remus taunted, earning himself a kick in the shin from his boyfriendâs younger brother.Â
âIf that bloke so much as sneezes anywhere near you there will be more than enough drama for baby Black.â Barty promised as he sat in the seat Gideon had tried to occupy on your other side.
âCan we maybe not call me that?â Regulus scowled; face contorted in displeasure until James pressed a kiss to his hair.
âJust name the time and place, Junior, Iâll be there.â James agreed, and you rolled your eyes at your brother and boyfriend.Â
âYou boys are ridiculous.â You chided, though the fact that you were leaning your head against Bartyâs shoulder as he weaselled an arm around your middle severely undermined your point.Â
âMmm, maybe.â Barty allowed as he pressed his lips to the crown of your head. âBut you love it.â
And Remus knew from the shy smile gracing your lips that you did, indeed, sort of love your more than slightly ridiculous boys.
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how do you think armando would react if He is too much in love with the reader, but she is younger than him (I mean Armando is obviously twenty-eight but the reader is still in his 20s) I would appreciate it very much, I love you đđ·âš
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-> synopsis: how would armando be when loving a girl whoâs 10 years younger than him? armando is 32 and the reader is 22.
-> theme: age gap, comedy, suggestive.
-> format: headcanon/drabble.
-> warnings: mention of age gap relationships, mature language.
-> authors note: iâm going to be putting updates out slower since Iâm not that well guys. nevertheless i hope you enjoyed! I love your requests!! đ«đđđ„đšđ đŹ đđ«đ đđ©đ©đ«đđđąđđđđ! đž
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-> older!armando would literally first meet you when he picked his son, Alejandro, up from class.
-> it would be the first time meeting you as youâre a new teacher in the school.
-> so when he came to pick up his son, itâs safe to say you was utterly shocked at the resemblance and at the way they both acted.
-> Armando displayed the same cheekiness Alejandro did, smiling at you as his son was going on about his day.
-> âParece que realmente disfruta de tus clases.â
-> âheâs a lot like you.â
-> âthey say that, gotta come see from the source though, eh?â
-> oh.
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-> you found out that Armando is divorced ,
honestly you was kind of happy.
-> it may be inappropriate to admire your own studentâs father but what can you do if heâs the most attractive man youâve saw in your life.
-> he noticed your staring but didnât mind, he thought you was the most beautiful woman to exist too.
-> so he took his chances and asked you out.
-> to which you accepted.
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-> he took you to an 90s themed restaurant where old school rnb was playing, wanting you to hear the music that was around when he was younger.
-> getting to know each other, you found out that he was a business owner. Having multiple offices around Miami helping those to build their perfect house.
-> âall those beautiful houses you see in Miami, iâve built most of them.â
-> âi never wouldâve imagined thatâs the work you do.â
-> seeing him laugh and smile literally made your heart warm. âwhat can i say? i like getting my hands a bit dirty.â
-> you nearly choked on your drink. Armando was definitely enjoying seeing you flustered, making these tiny comments from even the moment he met you.
-> ordering food, you both ate and enjoyed each others presence.
-> âÂżTe importa que sea mayor que tĂș?â
-> your eyes widened at the question. Putting your utensils down, you looked up at him to which he waiting for your answer.
-> âYou would be the oldest man iâve ever spoken to romantically but i donât object to the idea of it.â
-> He smiled at that. âGood.â
-> after the date, he drove you back home as it was a little bit after 9pm. You thanked him and then kissed his cheek as a thank you.
-> wanting more, he lightly turned your face to his and gave you a peck on your lips. Making you blush at his bold advance.
-> âHopefully iâll see you again soon.â
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-> itâs been a couple months into yours and Armandoâs relationship.
-> Honestly one of the healthiest relationships youâve been in.
-> he always picks you up from work, not wanting you to walk back anymore, especially after a long day.
-> you always stay over at his on the weekend, relaxing with him and Alejandro by watching some movies or even going out to the park.
-> The age gap between you and Armando can be visible at some points, especially when it comes to social media.
âNena, Âżsabes quĂ© es tiktok?â
-> You nearly laughed at him even mentioning it. âWhat do you know about tiktok?â
âMy employees told me to download it but i just donât get the app.â
âStick to facebook babe.â
-> even with things like his email, you noticed that he was using @yahoo.com
âWho uses yahoo email?!â
âMe.â
-> nevertheless, you wouldnât trade the relationship for anything else, inheriting both a family and a man who loves you for you. Bombarding you with compliments everyday.
-> âYou look absolutely stunning today babe.â
âNew hair?â
âLooks great on you.â
-> Life was great, even with a man whoâs 10 years older than you.
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âParece que realmente disfruta de tus clases.â: he seems to really enjoy your classes.
â ÂżTe importa si soy mayor que tĂș?â: Do you mind if iâm older than you?
âNena, Âżsabes quĂ© es tiktok?â: Baby, what is tiktok?
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12 -mutual masturbation while camping in a tent.Â
maybe tough girl finally gets to go on the annual camping trip :)
A/N:Thank you for your request angel, the way I had to write this immediately. I love this, I love you and I love them. đ this request comes from my completed series All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is he calls you Tough Girl, youâve been dating a year and heâs got a dog named Bandit.
wc: 2k
warnings: 18+, established relationship, age gap (reader is 30 and Steve is 42) slight somno I guess? reader is touching herself but not him, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, semi public.
AIRWIY!older!steve x fem! reader
The birds chirping stirs you first, the sunlight leaking through the half opened flap at the front of the tent, second. Eyes shifting behind closed lids that arenât ready to open yet, the soft sound of Steveâs slumbered breathing next to you brings the beginning of a smile tugging up at the corners of your lips. The clinking of metal from Banditâs leash outside is what finally gets you to open your eyes. Youâd heard Steve in a daze take him out to pee before letting him bring in the sunrise outside the tent, quickly realizing this was the dogâs favorite part of these getaways.
The air mattress makes a noise that has you cringing when you roll over on the spread out sleeping bags to get a better look at him, the fresh humidity making your skin stick to it. You canât stop that sigh that slips past your lips at the sight as he takes up room on his back. His permanent bed head is even messier than normal from a night under the stars with your hands in his hair and the stubble that lines his jaw rubbing the inside of your thighs raw. Rejuvenated after a shower that washed off the first two days of the trip.
The streaks of gray that sprinkle through his honey locks stand out even more in the daylight. The crows feet and laugh lines that youâd like to think got deeper in his first year with you are smoothed out in his sleep. You canât help but wonder what heâs dreaming about, secretly hoping itâs you and not just the morning that has the blood rushing south.
His chest is bare, the dark thatch of hair in the middle looking soft in the warm light, the moles and freckles that dot his tan skin beg to be kissed, just like the sun had the pleasure of doing all weekend. One leg is kicked out of the covers, revealing a low hanging pair of black mesh shorts giving you a peek at the faint hint of a tan line from your days hiking down to the lake. A big hand lays spread across his stomach while the other looks like it got halfway across the small space between you on the search for yours before he fell back asleep.  Â
Your thighs press together in your small sleep shorts, searching for some kind of friction that you know wonât be enough for the low simmer thatâs already started deep in your gut. Why did he always have to look so good?Â
Steve licks his full lips, and you canât help the way your hand starts to wander towards the ache between your legs thatâs begging for attention. Fighting with your self control, your nerves ring in your ears and you swear the birds outside get louder when the tips of your fingers start to play with your waist band.Â
You freeze when he grunts, blunt nails scratching his stomach making the muscles in his pecs flex. The slight pinch of his brows when something happens in his dream is enough for you to push past the elastic, your fingertips meeting your already dripping folds with a shaky breath through your nose.
Your hips roll, your pointer and index finger spreading your lips apart before the pads of them catch your bundle of nerves when you drag them back up with enough pressure to make you whimper. They donât feel as good as his, and your heavy lidded gaze focuses on his hand spread across his stomach as you add a third finger to try and mimic the feeling. Itâs almost enough and it makes you have to bite your lip to keep quiet, the sound of how wet you already are is almost enough to compete with the growing sounds of the woods coming alive.
âFuck - honey,â Steveâs voice startles you, thick with sleep and the unmistakable gravel of want, âWhy didnât you wake me up if you needed me so bad huh?â
Your eyes meet his, and all you can do is whine in response when you see all the colors usually inside of them first thing in the morning are gone. The bright greens and gold specks are replaced with something dark and hungry, jaw a little slack while his own hand reaches down, squeezing his now fully hard length over his shorts to relieve some of the throb. Â
âYou know Iâd never say no to you,â He whispers, his own hips rocking into his palm. You start to push two fingers in, your greedy walls fluttering despite the embarrassment of being caught making heat rise to your cheeks. âWhatâs got you so worked up baby?â
He pushes his shorts half way down his hairy thighs, the full thickness of his cock smacking against the dark trail on his stomach. Already leaking, the fat tip of him looks angry as he wraps his fingers around the base, the pad of his thumb swiping over the top making him shudder. He pumps once, twice before rolling over on his side, kicking his shorts all the way off along with the blanket exposing you both to the morning air.
âCome on, donât be shy now.â Heâs closer like this, your noses almost touching and you can smell last night's bonfire still lingering. His eyes roam your body while his wrist sets a slow pace watching your nipples pebble under the thin fabric of your tank when a light breeze ruffles the walls of your tent.Â
âY-you - you just looked so good.â Your confession sounds pathetic, but it makes his eyes squeeze shut and a deep breath exhale through his nose, cock twitching in his big hand before he opens them again.Â
He leans in so his lips ghost against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom one before licking into your mouth to steal your breath with the kind of kiss that was usually reserved for late nights after a couple of bottles of wine.Â
âTake your shorts off, be good for me and let me see honey.â He pants, already wrecked, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before shifting to sit up, the air mattress making you bounce with the redistribution of his weight giving him the perfect view down every curve and dip of your body.Â
Listening to him, you feel more exposed than ever with your legs spread wide despite no one being around. Steve groans at the visual of you like this, the motions of his wrist getting quicker while his free hand reaches down to pull up your tank by the hem, the soft fat of your breasts spilling out for his hungry eyes. It feels dirty and new, touching yourself like this for him and it only adds to the growing slick between your thighs.
âGod, Iâm so lucky - canât believe you're mine. Wakinâ up to you like this? So damn pretty, baby - shit.â He groans, already babbling, squeezing hard at the base of his cock when he sees your arousal gleam in the sunlight every time you pull your fingers out, drunk off watching them disappear again.
âI want you all the fucking time, Steve.â You whine hips pushing up when you add a third one, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples.
âYeah?â He asks before spitting into his hand, the slick sounds of his palm working his length even harder blending in with the messy way your walls suck you in. âTell me about it.â
You nod, completely gone by hearing him talk to you like this, curving your fingers just right to hit the spot that makes you keen. A strangled noise leaving his throat when he clocks the way your thighs start to shake, your mind racing with thoughts of him. He needs you to come soon, and when he sees the pad of your thumb start to rub messy circles on your puffy clit he knows he doesnât have to hold off for very long.
âYouâre just so sexy all the time,â itâs your turn to babble and the breathy laugh that leaves him makes you clamp around your fingers even tighter despite wishing you could roll your eyes, âThose fucking running shorts, your suits, god I want you to bend me over your desk so bad. I think about it all the - ohhhh- a lot.âÂ
âJesus - baby, mâgonna have you meet me for lunch when we get back, god wear that short little dress, yeah? Iâll give you what you want, shit - anything you want.â He stutters feeling himself start to get close, your confessions bringing him to the edge.Â
âI - mmm- I wonât wear any underwear.â You giggle before your mouth falls open, the band inside of you dangerously close to snapping at the thought of him behind his desk and the predatory way heâd watch the sway of your hips knowing youâre bare and already soaked for him underneath.Â
âDirty girl,â He moans and you hear the back of his head slide against the tent, âmy dirty girl.â
Looking up, your eyes roam the way his chest heaves the closer he gets to his climax, sweat beading and starting to drip down his neck where the veins protrude. His gaze is heavy and hot, and it doesnât leave you, it begs you to fall apart for him. He watches how your eyes glaze over, completely wrecked at the sight of him and the corner of his mouth turns up.
âGonna be good and come for me now?â Itâs soft when he asks despite how filthy the sounds echoing in the tent are, and when you nod with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, his grin widens. âOf course you are, always so good, so sweet.â
The last part comes out strained, his cock twitching catching the way your thighs start to shut when the drag of your fingers in your cunt becomes deliberate. You were close. The hand that heâs kept on the dough of your breast reaches down to pull your knees apart tutting under his breath.
âI wanna see it, let me have it, come on baby.â
His words are enough for you to push your head back into the pillow, your leg fighting against his firm grip to shut as the rubber band finally snaps. His name falls from lips long and drawn out, a high pitch whine that turns into a gasp and a shuddered loud moan when he pushes your hand away to replace it with his. Thick fingers collect everything you give him, pulling even more from you when he dips inside to hit the spot you could barely reach, praising you as you come even harder.
The feeling of your velvet walls squeezing tight around him brings Steve over the edge, gasping your name with a guttural groan that vibrates from his chest as he spills across his thighs and stomach. Chest heaving from the force of it, the visual of you spread out and falling apart for him makes him see white with his release.
The only sounds are your labored breathing, and a forest thatâs come alive in the daylight. You hear Bandit shuffle around to move to another spot following the moving sun as it gets higher in the sky, warming the tent more. Steve is gentle when he pulls out of you, bending down to kiss your sweaty forehead before grabbing his basketball shorts. He chuckles, wiping himself down feeling like a teenager again with nothing else around to clean himself up, your breathy giggle making his teeth shine in a wide grin before he lays himself back down.Â
Thereâs zero hesitation to pull you to his chest despite the growing stickiness with the heat, peppering kisses across your face before collecting your lips in something a little sweeter.
âMorning, tough girl.âÂ
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â ËïœĄâđĄË Coney Island baby (William Afton x fem!reader headcanons)
little headcanons about soft!william spending his weekend with his gfÂ
life has been so busy lately and I've lost the strength to write anything, but I love you all and I want to appear here more often, so have this for now đ i still remember the fic that I wanted to write, inspired by Lana's song and Iâll definitely post it! just a little later, when I wonât be so stressed :)
aside of fnaf, I also returned to one of my favorite fandoms from childhood, so I hope you won't mind if Ill post more than just fnaf here ??Â
tags: date, amusement parks, ice creams, soft!william (you can imagine him in any way, but I thought of game!will when writing that), kinda coquettish reader?, princess treatment, spoiled reader, kissing lots of kissing, suggestive sometimes, fluff, romantic, summertime, beach
⥠The bright lights of the amusement park greeted you, casting long shadows across the wooden boardwalk beneath your feet. The sound of carnival games and laughter filled the air, a perfect warm, sultry night. Williamâs arm rested around your waist, firm and possessive, holding you close to him. His hand found your hip, fingers curling slightly, like he owned youâbecause in a way, he did.
⥠âHaving fun, princess?â you nodded, biting your lip coyly, knowing exactly the effect it had on him. He let out a quiet chuckle, looking at your expression. He caught you looking up at the Ferris wheel, eyes wide with excitement. You werenât even thinking about it, but he noticed everything.
⥠âWhat are you looking at?â the way his fingers gripped your waist tighter made it clear he wasnât used to being ignored. You only smiled and glanced at the vendor selling ice cream cones nearby, your eyes flicking from the ice cream stand back to him, giving him that playful look he adored. Without a word, William led you over, already knowing what you wanted. âVanilla?â he asked, though the answer was obvious.Â
⥠it was totally your day, you felt so happy, all spoiled, his Coney Island baby. He saw you licking ice cream, imagining things he shouldn't in a place like thisâbut William wasnât one to be shy about his desires. âYouâre gonna make it melt if you keep playing around like that,â he muttered, his eyes darkened as he watched you savor the sweet, cold treat. You couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped your lips as you continued to tease him, deliberately slow in the way you enjoyed each bite.
⥠You just loved teasing this man.
⥠The lights were dim around the edges of the park, damn perfect for stealing a moment away from the crowd. Without warning, William pulled you behind one of the old game booths, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a hungry, breathless kiss. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You melted into him, the world around you forgotten. Hoping no one saw, you felt the thrill of being hidden yet so exposed. William kissed you so greedily and aggressively, barely restraining himself from taking you right there.
⥠âYou taste like sugar, darlin.â he whispered against your lips, staring into your eyes. You smirked, pulling him down for another kiss, your hands in his hair.
⥠The night seemed to stretch on forever as you found yourselves at one of those old-fashioned photo booths, the kind where the pictures came out in black-and-white strips. You slid in first, making ridiculous faces for the camera, sticking out your tongue and winking while William sat next to you, arms crossed. âYouâre ridiculous,â he said, watching you
⥠As the final photo flashed, you caught him off guard, leaning over and pressing a flurry of kisses on his cheekbones. He groaned, half in frustration, half in delight, trying to pretend like he wasnât enjoying it as much as he was. But you knew better. His hands cupped your face, pulling you into another kiss, this one softer, but no less passionate.
âCouldnât help yourself, could you?â he teased.
⥠The night wasnât over yet. After hours of fun at the amusement park, you found yourself at a cozy little cafĂ© with a veranda. William sat across from you, his eyes locked on yours, a slow smile tugging at his lips. âOrder whatever you like, princess,â he murmured, never looking at the menu and prices. You grinned, your gaze darting to the menu as you picked out a few treats, knowing heâd get you anything you wanted.
⥠The drinks arrived, and you took a sip, feeling Williamâs eyes still on you. He leaned in a little, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. âYouâve been quiet,â he said. âsomething on your mind, darling?â his eyes gleamed in the dim light, and you couldnât help but pout, feeling playful under his gaze.
⥠âMm, just thinking how you spoil me too much,ïżœïżœ you teased, letting your lip jut out, knowing exactly what you were doing. His eyebrow raised slightly.
âIs that so?â he replied, leaning closer. âand here I thought you liked being spoiled.â
⥠You smiled, shrugging innocently. âOf course I do. . . just missed you this week, youâve been so busy.â you trailed off, letting your pout deepen, knowing it would drive him crazy.Â
His let out a low chuckle and and before you knew it, his hand was reaching across the table, fingers gently brushing your cheek. âYou really know how to get me, donât you, princess?â he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your lip. Your breath caught in your throat, and you could only nod, your heart pounding at the way he was looking at you.
⥠His hand cupped your cute face now, both palms warm against your cheeks, holding you in place as his eyes bore into yours. âWhat am I going to do with you?â he whispered and you met his gaze, biting your lip slightly before replying.
âWhatever you want, mr. Afton. . ?â there it was, even though you dropped the formalities a long time ago, you knew that his weakness of his, when you called him that in your angelic voice, giving him puppy eyes. The words came out softly, almost teasing, but the way his eyes flickered with amusement and something deeper made you feel even more vulnerable under his touch.
⥠âCareful, or I just might,â he murmured, his lips now inches from yours. You couldnât resist anymore, leaning in to close the gap, your lips brushing his in a romantic, teasing kiss. He chuckled against your mouth before deepening the kiss, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your face.Â
⥠The moonlight shimmered on the oceanâs surface, casting a silvery glow over the beach as the two of you strolled along the shore. The air was cooler now, the soft sound of waves crashing in the distance adding to the peaceful atmosphere. You leaned into Williamâs side, your fingers brushing against his, but something playful flickered inside you. You stopped suddenly, grinning up at him.Â
⥠âLetâs go in the water,â you said, your eyes sparkling with mischief.Â
⥠You laughed, taking his hand fully now, tugging at him. âCome on, itâs perfect! Letâs have some fun.â before he could argue, you were pulling him toward the shoreline, your feet sinking into the cool sand. âYou canât say no to me,â you teased, glancing back at him with a playful wink. He chuckled, shaking his head but letting you lead him.
⥠The moment the water hit your feet, a chill shot through you, making you giggle. âItâs freezing!â you squealed. William stood behind you, amused, watching as you waded in further.Â
âYouâre going to regret that,â he called, crossing his arms over his chest, but finding your actions adorable as fuck.
⥠But you werenât backing down. âYou canât just stand there all night,â. you teased, your grin wide as you splashed water in his direction. His eyes narrowed, his lips curving into a dangerously playful smirk.Â
âOh, youâre asking for it now, darling.â
⥠In a swift motion, he was in the water too, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against him. You giggled in surprise, your laughter echoing across the empty beach. âSee? You canât resist me,â you teased, batting your eyes, leaning back into him as the water lapped around your legs.
⥠Without warning, William bent down slightly and scooped you up into his arms, holding you in his hands. You gasped, clutching onto his shoulders, your laughter bubbling up again. âGod, William!â you shrieked, kicking your feet playfully. He laughed together with you, holding you tighter as he began to wade deeper into the water.
⥠âYouâre going to get us both soaked,â he said, but there was a grin on his face as he dipped down toward the sea, the water nearly reaching your feet as he mockingly bowed to the waves. âCareful, princess, or Iâll drop you right in,â he teased, making you cling to him even tighter.
⥠âYou wouldnât dare,â you laughed, though you couldnât help but cling to him more, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pretended to bow again, dipping you dangerously close to the water. The sea glistened beneath you.Â
⥠âOh, I would,â he replied as he dipped even lower, making you gasp and clutch onto him with everything you had.Â
âWilliam!â you cried through your laughter, burying your face into his neck. He laughed along with you, straightening up.
⥠âIâd never drop you, you know that, sweetheart,â he said, his voice softer now, both playfulness and gentleness in his tone as he looked down at you, his arms still wrapped around you protectively.
âYeah, I knowâ
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Lewis Hamilton x reader as the most fashionable couple on the paddock. (Olivia Culpo face claim if you can please) đ
instagram auđ L.H
fem!reader x Lewis hamilton
them being the most fashionably coupleđđ
it was hard finding photos so her hair changes a lot lol but oh wellđ
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f1waggupdatess: ladies and gentleman,I present to you the most fashionable couple in the paddockđ Iâm in love with her dress and they both bought there dogs todayđ„č
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lh44love: Iâm at the race today and I saw her đ„čshe was so lovely and I told her about how it was my friends birthday and she loves Lewis so she FaceTimed him and he said happy birthdayđ«¶đŒ she was so sweetđ„č
f1waggupdatess: stop thatâs so cute! Sheâs such a kind soulđ
user282: they matching is literal couple goals, not only are they just matching theyâre matching at a Grand Prixđ
obsessed_LH44: the fact they bought roscoe and muffin todayđ„č >>>
f1: definitely the most fashionableđ«¶đŒ
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wags_official: Lewis leading y/n away from the crowds after the race todayđ«¶đŒ can this couple get any cuter?
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user2828: Y/N LIKED!!!
wags_official: I screamed when I saw !đ«¶đŒđ
fanofhamilton:bestie your living the life rnđ
cecehamilton44: the grip he has on her arm đ„čhe looks so protective but not in an ott possessive way ykđ«¶đŒlike a lil angelđ€
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fan2: this isnât a want itâs a NEED.
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y/nusername: race weekend dumpđïžđ how cool does my leg lookđ
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lewishamilton: damnđ
y/nusername: đđđ
landonorris: ew guys
y/nusername: stop putting your 2p in landođ€
landonorris: nođ±
ln4_4eva: HAHAHA LANDOS SUCH A LITTLE SHIT I LOVE ITđđđ
fan38: landos comments had me dying for agesđ
thirstylewis: Lando this lando that what about Lewisâs commentđđ heâs so whipped and Iâm here for it
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thirstylewis: OMG Y/N ILYđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
authors note- this is short and sloppy lol I hate it but might as well be posted <3 I hope your all okay and doing wellđ
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Hi! If you donât mind the question, what are your current art projects and what do you imagine yourself taking on next? Itâs always a good day when you post one of your drawings!
Hi anon ^^
Thank you so much for your very kind message and your interest in my work. I really appreciate it đ
My current art projects...*cough* what can I say....I have TWELVE WIPs at the moment. đłđ€ Some close to completion, some far from it. Here they are (don't pay attention to the John Winchester one, it has already been posted) :
I know that everything looks done but believe me, it's not đ
I hope to post the Deadpool and the Wolverine one next week, for the rest, I have no idea. The only one that is really done is the Good Omens one (top left). The Destiel ones are practically the same artworks like "Version 1" and "Version 2" but as I can't decide which one to post, I'll post both. đ€
What do you imagine yourself taking on next?
I think I'm going to finish aaaaaaall this first because if I'm starting ONE more WIP, it's not going to be reasonable. đ€ However, I'm going to have a bit more time to draw now: summer is over, I had a great break thanks to the Olympics and Paralympics and I visited my own city like a freaking tourist but now, party's over, back to my Frog Routine.
Thanks again and have a great weekend. đ„ł
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WONWOO FIC RECS Â I
đ- smut // đ-fluff //đ„-angst //đ-personal favourite
Series
introduce me a good person - @taeyegu (friends to lovers au) đđ„
âif there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithfulâŠâ
I found love in your smile - @wonlouvre (royalty au, arranged marriage au)đđ„
The shattered camera - @puppetwritings( celebrity au, paparazzi au)đđ„
Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it isâproving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscienceâand with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?
Drabbles/one-shots
Healing hues - @thedensworld (Slowburn, friendship au) đđ„
Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.
Ruminations - @waldau đđ
[08:41 pm] - @jjuniehaođđ
Deluxe version - @darl-ingsđđ„đ
in which you and Wonwoo spend some alone time together.
Bedtime routine - @yikesmary đđ
where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, Wonwoo.
Two umbrellas - @hanniologyđđđ„
Wonwoo doesnât believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him.
Flustered - @waldauđđ
Take a chance - @wonwoonlightđđ
and they were newlyweds - @viastro đđ
in which Wonwoo builds the Ikea couch, but something... doesnât look right.
conclusion number three - @wonwoonlightđđ
you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove. a/n- this one was sooo Wonwoo-coded
The regular - @trblsvt (bakery au, college au) đ
Wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.
Chocolate rum cookies - @wonwoonlight (non-idol au, friends to lovers au) đ
Play again - @shuarushđđ
after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. a/n - totally an all-time favorite.
first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo - @etherealyoungkđđ
"stay there. i'm coming to get you." - @dokyeominđđ
wedding weekends with wonwoo - @suhnshinehaos (fake dating, non-idol au)đđ„
jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyoneâs aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. heâs tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone whoâs having the exact same one?
Thank you authors for all your amazing works.đ€©
If there are any fics that anyone would like to recommend feel free to do sođ€đ.
( also the dividers were from @cafekitsune and @baexywth. they have really cool dividers. do check them out.)
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hello! First of all i enjoy your writing alot! Can u write an imagine/headcanons of Malleus, Riddle and ruggie (seperatly) with a Fem! Reader who's obsessed with shopping and drags them excitedly to the mall? Reader has them trying on outfits like a silly fashion show and etc! And can u make them and the reader in a relationship already? Thank you i hope you're doing well! đđ
Because you only requested three characters, I am making the scenarios longer.
Riddle Rosehearts
He just canât find it in himself to say no to you when you ask him with puppy dog eyes if you two could go to the mall on the weekend. Plus, Trey and Cater pointed out that you had been following each of the Queenâs rules as well as maintaining a good grade in all of your classes, and thus deserved a break like this.
So it was a date that the Housewarden found himself very excited for. It wasnât everyday that he got to take his girlfriend off of campus and go do something she liked to do, so this was a once-in-a-while opportunity. The town wasnât far away from NRC either; just at the bottom of the mountain that NRC was built upon. Thus you wouldnât waste a bunch of time commuting.
When Saturday rolled around, he heard a knock on his dorm room as he was getting ready. He opened the door to see you in a casual outfit, ready to head out. He was ready too, and he made sure that he had his wallet before leaving. As you both exited the Heartslabyul doors, he yelled out to Trey that he would be in charge while he was away with you. You took him by the hand as you dragged him to the bus that was taking students down the mountain.
During the bus ride, he was looking up some of the stores that were within the mall. You were peering over his shoulder as you made an effective plan on the places you were going to visit, since you were aware that Riddle preferred to have this kind of thing organized. You then pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for agreeing to come with you, and he just had a dopey grin as his mind went completely empty.
Within the mall, you just let out a gasp as you looked at the huge building. You turned to look at Riddle and he asked you where you wanted to head to first. You pointed to a nearby clothing store that had a dress in the window that looked super cute, and he took your hand in his before leading you inside. You took him to the dressing rooms after choosing a few different outfits, and you asked which ones he liked more. There were a few that exposed a bit more skin than he was comfortable with, so he was definitely flustered for a few minutes.
The next store was actually a menâs store, so he was kind of confused as to why you chose to go there. You said that he needed a few more outfits and maybe even a few matching ones like you had so that people could tell that you were a couple. You picked a few that you thought he would like and you had him go try them on. You sat outside of the changing rooms, scrolling through some of your friendsâ Magicam posts when your boyfriend called your name.
You looked up and saw that he was wearing some black pants, a white button up, and a red sweater over it. You stood and walked over to him to adjust his collar, and as you were doing that he asked if he looked alright. You gave him a kiss on the lips as you stated that it looked great, and you asked if he felt comfortable as he was the one wearing it. He nodded his head, so you went to the cashier to purchase the clothes before making your way to the next store.
Ruggie Bucchi
The only concern he has is how much money heâs going to be spending, but you told him that you had been working at the Mostro Lounge to save up money for this, and that Leona offered to loan some money as well (totally not because you threatened to wake him up with ice cold water every morning and drag him by the tail to classes if he didnât). So, he was pretty excited to go with you.
As the days ticked by, the hyena was getting more and more excited. Honestly, it was annoying to the Savanaclaw Housewarden because Ruggie kept messing things up because he wasnât paying attention to what he was doing. You werenât in a very different state, considering it was the first time in a while where you were able to go on a proper date with your hard working boyfriend.
When Saturday arrived, he was super happy. He got ready in just five minutes before he ran to your dorm, where you were about to head to Savanaclaw. After laughing at the coincidence, Ruggie took your hand in his and pulled you to the bus that was taking students to the village at the bottom of the mountain. Because it was 9 in the morning, it was a bit chilly, so you squeezed his hand because it was warm.
If weâre being honest, this trip was a spontaneous thing that you wanted, so he was just going to be following you around. He listened intently as you went on about some of the stores you saw online and how you wanted to visit as many stores as possible. His tail was definitely wagging in pure happiness at just being able to be with you when heâs been so busy lately.
Anyways, he wasnât surprised when you spotted a really cute outfit in one of the shopsâ windows and dragged him in. He would be the kind to look at different articles of clothing and hold them up to you, trying to picture an entire outfit. You brought the right guy for the job, as heâs done this before a few times but in thrift stores. Actually, he had a pretty decent sense of style, and you saw that in the outfit he came with you in.
After you got some food at the food court, you spotted a store that you wanted to go into. Ruggie was just going to follow you without a word, but he noticed that it was for menâs apparel. He, too, was very confused as to why you wanted to go in there, and you said that you wanted to buy him an outfit that matched the one you had purchased from one of the prior stores. The entire idea was absolutely adorable, and so he went to try on the clothes.
A few moments later, he emerged from the changing room in a light orange hoodie with some distressed jeans. You chose the hoodie because 1) you could steal it when Ruggie wore it enough so that it smelled like him and 2) it matched a dress you got earlier. He asked if you chose the hoodie to steal it, and you just shushed him jokingly as you hugged him. The hyena started laughing before wrapping his arms around you in return.
Malleus Draconia
This man was so happy when you asked him if he would go to the mall with you on the weekend, because he never gets invited to anything. Plus, a date with his beloved sounds absolutely amazing, so he asked Lilia if he could go. The bat fae was definitely very excited, so he cleared Malleusâs schedule as well as informed the other two knights that he would not need a security detail for a simple date. Sebek was kind of hysterical, but this isnât about him.
He could have very well manipulated time and made it move faster, but he knew that patience was rewarded. The entirety of Diasomnia could sense the pure joy radiating from the dragon fae, and did their best to make sure that no one or no thing got in the way of his good mood. He, however, didnât notice because the only thing he paid attention to was the way you were also beaming about your date.
Malleus had to admit to his retainers as well as his guardian that he had no idea what to wear to something as casual as a date to the mall. All of his clothing was either for school, or for more formal occasions. He opted on some black dress pants as well as a white button-up and some comfortable dress shoes, and he grabbed the flowers he purchased before and showed up at Ramshackle. The gesture made you a bit flustered, but you put the bouquet in a vase of water and took his hand in yours and led him to the bus.
During the ride to the bottom of the mountain, he asked you why you wanted to go on the vehicle rather than just allow him to teleport you there. You told him that you knew that as a royal member, he might not have had experience with the life of an âordinary commonerâ and thus wanted to provide that perspective. He then said that you were not an ordinary commoner, but rather the princess to his prince.
You made a joking comment that he looked like your sugar daddy instead of your boyfriend, especially since he insisted that he pays for everything you wanted while you were there. He didnât get it, but it didnât matter. Then, you spotted a dress that looked so cute, and Malleus waited outside of the dressing room. He thought it looked absolutely beautiful on you when you came out and gave him a bit of a twirl. This guy has a whole other way of testing out the length of dresses. He will dip you down and kiss you in front of everyone to see where it raises on your leg. So thatâs what he did, and he seemed satisfied with the modesty of the length.
Anyways, you brought him to the food court so that the two of you could get a bite to eat. He made you laugh by saying that he preferred the fast food over Liliaâs cooking, and he was practically inhaling his food. Once you were finished, you started walking through the mall when you spotted a menâs store. Your prince here was kind of confused as to why you wanted to go in there, and you said that he needed some casual outfits and you dragged him into the shop.
There, you immediately spotted some black ripped jeans as well as a few muscle t-shirts and hoodies that you had him try on. He admitted that he did like how the shirts outlined his muscles so that he could impress you a tad more. Also, the clothes were a lot more comfortable than the formal things he typically wears, so he purchased them and walked out wearing them. All in all, you both considered this date successful.
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Tiff, could you please also do the flipside and tell us how Zeke the boys would convert a girlie who really doesnât get the daddy kink? đđ
i am so so so sorry for the delay in getting to this my love đ my last weekend on vacation ended up being more active than i was expecting so i didn't have time to sit down and work on this for you
here you go~ đ„° i hope you enjoy! i did my fav 2 plus zeke đ i hope i meet expectations
â°â†daddy kink - aot.
ft. eren, jean, zeke.
cw. 18+ content, daddy kink, gender-neutral reader.
â eren jaeger.
eren brings it up one day like it's a joke. you ask him to give you some water and as he's handing over the bottle, he jerks it back quickly and is like what do you saaaay? and you're like please? and he scoffs and rolls his eyes and is like please, daddy. and you groan and hit him as he giggles, but he still doesn't give you the water bottle until you say in a comically high-pitched voice, please, daddy?
it starts to become natural after that. every time eren hands you something, he doesn't let go until you call him daddy. soon, it just becomes second nature for you to call him daddy when asking for something. eren gets especially excited when he hands you some popcorn at the movies and you instantly reply thank you, daddy! in front of all of your friends -- much to your embarrassment!!!!!
one day, during a heated makeout session that's gone on for far too long, you beg eren to fuck you. he pulls away from where he's been littering hickeys across your throat and just looks at you with a smug grin and says, what do you saaay?
and you huff a little and look away in embarrassment because he can't really want you to say that now, does he? but every time you try to lean back in for another kiss he pulls away, still with that stupid smug look on his face until finally you're like, please, daddy, i want you to fuck me, and you're surprised by how natural it feels to say it
that smug look completely disappears from his face and his eyes practically roll back into his head with a groan. fuck, I've been waiting months to hear you say that he admits.
â jean kirstein.
he's been thinking all day about how to bring this up with you. he made a fancy dinner and got your favourite drinks and dessert to help loosen you up a little bit and then not-so-casually brought up bedroom kinks. finally telling you, i think it would be kinda hot if you called me daddy.
you laugh at first because you think he's joking, but when you see the way he completely deflates you try to stifle it and start apologizing profusely like, i'm sorry, i didn't think you were serious! and he gets a little grumpy and goes to dismiss it but eventually, you relax him.
you tell him that you don't really get it, but if it's something that he wants to try then you're open to it and he kind of blushes and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and is like ok, thank you.
later that night, the two of you start having sex and he thinks that you've forgotten completely about your awkward conversation over dinner. but when he's got his arms wrapped around your waist and you're bouncing in his lap, you lean down against his ear and whisper it feels so good, daddy and you feel absolutely cringe saying it and it feels so unnatural but the absolutely guttural groan that jean makes when he hears you has chills running down your spine
he flips you down on the bed until you're pinned beneath him and he's got this look in his eye that you've never seen before as he rolls his hips against yours and he says: say it again. louder. and..... yeah, ok. you get it now.
â zeke jaeger.
zeke doesn't ask. he doesn't play games. just one day when the two of you are making out, he says, i need you to start calling me daddy. and you're really taken aback because it feels like this is coming out of nowhere, so you're stunned into silence.
as the two of you continue making out and pulling off your clothes, he doesn't mention it again so you assume you misheard him. he lays you back on the bed and starts trailing kisses from your mouth, across your jaw, down your throat -- and the combination of his warm mouth on your skin and the scratchiness of his beard has you writhing in pleasure below him
as he descends lower and lower, you start to feel his beard brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh and you find yourself spreading your legs open for him to lay between. please, zeke, i need you. breathing heavily already, you look down to see him looking up at you with that signature jaeger smirk.
do you remember what i said earlier? he asks, his breath ghosting heat across where you need him the most. your body jerks upward toward him in need but he just pulls away. you shake your head in response and feel him lower his mouth back on your inner thigh, biting at the skin until you cry out with a desperate whine.
i need to hear you say it, he urges and suddenly you remember. you start sputtering out protests but zeke breathes more warm air on your crotch and you can feel your body pulsing with need. please, daddy. you beg -- half-heartedly -- and zeke just chuckles.
he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger before running his tongue up along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. i can sit here all night if i need to, he says, eyes growing dark. i'm not going to touch you until you say it like you mean it.
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hiii!!! i've been reading most of your works and i absolutely love them đ idk if you're accepting reqs but i've had this idea of a situationship/fwb jaehyun but he's secretly completely whipped for her and super soft w her. if you do end up making this a story thank you so much!! you're amazing đ
Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Jaehyun gets hit on at a party, but he has his eyes on one girl only, even though he claims he doesn't do relationships.
A/N: Funny, someone requested this for Yongie too đ Thank you, I hope you like it đ
Jaehyun stood in the corner of the room, a slight smile on his face. Not his usual smirk when he was lowkey judging with an underlying mocking expression, or his haughty grin when he found something funny, but not hilarious enough to actually laugh out loud about it.Â
No, his smile was earnest, faint and emphasized a softness in his facial features that he rarely ever showed to anybody, a look simultaneously getting mirrored in his eyes that one needed to be very lucky to actually witness even once in their lifetime.Â
Because it was an expression he had reserved for one girl only.
âWhat a lame party, hm?â
He hadnât noticed how he had been approached by a girl he didnât know. She had long, dyed hair and wore an outfit that indicated this party was not her last stop, but a club which she would still visit later on.
Jaehyun shrugged indifferently, turning his head back to where his attention had been before - his girl laughing and joking around with her friend group. âI donât think so. Itâs okay.â
âBut you look lonely though,â she continued talking,âstanding here all by yourself.â
He smirked now, judging her with an underlying mocking expression. âI promise you, Iâm not lonely. Iâm just enjoying my spare time away from the crowd.âÂ
It was the little, ordinary things that his girl was doing he was so intrigued with. If he could, he would stand in this corner the entire night as long as he could watch her enjoy herself. It made him happy too and he didnât ask more of the night.
âAre you interested in going to a club?â She didnât give up despite Jaehyunâs passive demeanor that he expressed through his folded arms and absent gaze. âMy new acquaintance Johnny, who youâre also friends with, suggested that you should go with us. He said you liked that certain club.â
Jaehyun remembered how he used to party at that club every weekend, sometimes even on weekdays, not caring whether heâd show up to class still hungover or not attend at all. However, a few weeks ago, it all had changed with his girl.
âI pass.â
He already wanted to let out a sigh of relief as he thought the girl might go away after rejecting her offer, but she didnât. Instead, Jaehyun felt her fingers on his skin, gripping onto his forearm. It wasnât a particular strong or demanding touch, tender even. But it wasnât by his girl, and he despised it because of that which was why he shook her off.
âI thought we could maybe get a few drinks, dance andâŠâ She lowered her voice, not at all bothered by his withdrawal. â.. you know, when we decide to go home.â
Oh, he did know what kind of reputation he used to have. Which was why he was grinning haughtily now, entirely proud of himself to have left this exact reputation behind. Unofficially. âI pass.â
âWhat?â Getting rejected so straight-forwardly, the girl apparently hadnât expected it. âYou have a girlfriend or something? Johnny said you didnât.âÂ
Damn that Johnny guy. He had provoked him on purpose after having lured out his true feelings one night. Of course Jaehyun didnât have a girlfriend. He just didnât do âgirlfriendsâ. But he did âsomethingsâ, although this âsomethingâ went further than any âsomethingâ he had ever had before.
Jaehyun wanted to deny before it dawned on him that it wouldnât make his situation better without disclosing that there was one girl only he wanted to go home with tonight, and she certainly wasnât his girlfriend.Â
That was until something from the corner of his eyes caught his attention. His girl went for her fourth glass despite knowing that she didnât tolerate more than three. She never learned. Silly.
âExcuse me.â
Leaving the girl who hit on him behind, Jaehyun went with a tunnel vision to the one he had never let out of his sight, stretched out his arm and took the new filled glass out of her hands.
âWhat are you doing?â she complained with a playful pout.
He sighed deeply as though annoyed, with his soft smile that had found its way back to his face because of her. But she didnât see. âYou know very well that youâre a lightweight.â
âThat will be my last one.â
âReally? The last time you said that, I had to carry you all the way to your bed and you passed out while-â
âNO!â she squealed and put her palm over his mouth to silence him. âDonât you dare speak it out!â
âNow be a good girl and let me drink this. And after Iâve emptied this glass, weâre leaving. This party is lame.â
âReally?â She looked to her left and right. âI donât think-â
But Jaehyun leaned in and said something into her ear that only she could hear. Her reaction was always the same when he whispered the dirty things he would do to her when theyâd finally be alone: wonder, amazement, then embarrassment. But she would always agree with a heated head that let his heart almost unnoticeably jump.
âYour place or mine?â she only wanted to know.
____
You woke up with a headache the next morning, your mouth dry and eyes still half closed. Like usually after a party, you wanted to stay in bed for a little longer, especially since today was a sunday. Jaehyun was surely long gone after you had passed out, which was why you also didn't bother getting dressed now and just rolled to the other side of the bed that was somehow still warm.
Odd, you thought, but not odd enough to put more thought into it, you just wanted to sleep. That was until you heard it rumbling in the kitchen.Â
With a start, you were sitting upright in your bed, getting dressed before hurrying to find out who had broken into your apartment or whether you had taken someone entirely else home and Jaehyun had only been a fever dream, because he usually never stayed the night.Â
âGood morning.â
But the one you encountered in your kitchen with messy hair and only in his boxers, frying an omelet was indeed Jaehyun. The guy who claimed he didnât do relationships, who didnât stay overnight because it was similar to dating for him, and who certainly didnât cook you breakfast. You must still be dreaming.Â
âAre vegetables in your omelet okay?â he asked without any care in the world, and you only brought yourself to nod, still baffled.
While he was cooking, you watched his defined back and his hair moving with every motion, until you realized that this was surely not a dream at all. This was very much a reality you had always dreamed of.Â
Then, you approached him from behind and wrapped your arms around his sides, nudging into his chest. You didnât speak a word. You didnât need to. Jaehyun continued cooking like you were not currently blocking his area, totally unbothered.Â
And then, you felt in the middle of your parting the warm touch of his lips on the top of your head.
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Hey, Cee!đCongrats on your amazing milestone!đIâm rather new to the family, still making my way through your master list and I enjoy it a lotđ For the sleepover Iâd like to request a micro drabble if youâd be so kind - Roommates Au with Dieter Bravo đ What a nightmare!đ
Hi lovely! I'm so glad you're here and I hope you're having a good time with my Pedro boys đ So this one ran away from me, I'm very sorry if this wasn't what you were hoping for, but I've been itching to write for a younger Dieter, and this is what came out.
Dieter Bravo x Roommates AU
Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 1000ish words (sorry) | warnings: mature themes but not explicit, mentions of drug use, angst, hopeful ending
You're not sure how you ended up sharing an apartment with Dieter Bravo.
Honestly, calling this dumpster fire of a studio above a laundromat/dealer's den an apartment is a kindness it does not deserve.
You tried in the beginning. You painted the walls a soothing buttercup that has long peeled off in patches. You fixed the table with the crooked leg so it doesn't wobble when you eat discounted sandwiches on it. You even bought potted plants, dotting trellises of green throughout the small space to give it some semblance of life (that quickly expired from lack of daylight).
But then one day, your college boyfriend, your supposed ride-or-die, left for an audition and never came back.
The next morning, Dieter Bravo showed up on your doorstep, a beat-up weekender bag at his feet. He looked bored even then, wearing an unaffected nonchalance like he does his favourite green robe. 'Some dude I met an an audition yesterday said there's a cheap room for rent?'
Except there's not really a room. There's a bed in the corner with a privacy curtain around it like a fucking hospital ward, and there's a fold-out couch on the other side of the tiny space.
Dieter lets you take the bed.
You don't bother getting to know your new roommate, too wrapped up in the cotton wool of your heartbreak and a blind determination to make it. Honestly, you'd struggle to pick him out from a lineup.
All you know is that he's messy, but he consciously contains that mess to his side of the studio. It's like there's a glass wall holding back his dirty clothes and mismatched shoes from spilling into the shared kitchen. He's also bad at clearing out the fridge, always forgetting the discounted Cheddar he seems to have a fondness for, but always leaves rotting at the back of the dairy shelf.
He doesn't complain when you throw his shit out though, and you don't mind cleaning up after him.
You're ships in the night, each pulling as many shifts as possible in between auditions to stay alive in this money-guzzling, soul-crushing city.
By the time you come home well after midnight, the only sign that another person lives with you is the occasional Chinese takeout he leaves out on the (still wobbly) table if the buffet place he works at gives him leftovers.
In your rush to leave for your first shift one morning, you accidentally make too much coffee, which you leave on the counter for when he returns from his graveyard stint. A few more accidents later, you start making enough for two out of habit.
The first time you actually share space in the studio is maybe five months into your not-quite-cohabitation. It's been a tough day - two rejections after third-round auditions, and a drunk customer spilled Jack and Coke onto your favourite white top, which will definitely leave a stain.
You let yourself into the studio quietly, not bothering with the lights. Stripping down to your underwear, you're about to head into the bathroom when you hear it.
Just above the thumping bass of the illicit nightclub across the street, and the whirr of the industrial-sized washing machines under your feet, is the unmistakable squeak squeak squeak of old springs in the fold-out couch.
You freeze. Someone else is in the apartment with you.
A breathy, distinctly female moan reaches your ear, but a vicious blare of a car horn promptly drowns it out.
Holy fuck. Dieter is fucking some girl not ten steps across the studio, with nothing but the flimsy curtain around your bed separating you.
Suddenly hyperaware, you hear everything. The heavy, loaded slap of skin on skin. Shallow breaths muted in the curve of a neck. The low timbre of his voice, whispers of words that you can't make out - but you know that it's filthy by the way the fold-out creaks under the motion of quickening thrusts, and the desperate cry from the woman, quickly muffled.
You know exactly the moment he cums - there's a sudden stillness, a suspension of time, like everything is on tiptoes - and then three long, drawn-out thumps of the couch hitting the wall.
Then all goes quiet.
You can barely open your eyes the next morning when you trudge to the bathroom in just a threadbare sleep shirt and underwear. The door opens without you noticing, and you walk nose first into a broad, wet chest.
You open your mouth to apologise, but no words come out as you tip your chin upwards.
Dieter Bravo has brown eyes, hooded by deep set lids. He will change a lot in the years to come, as fame and drugs take hold - but one thing that does not is the way your breath hitches when he looks at you. Really looks at you.
His curls are long and unruly when dry, but wet and slicked back, the contours of his profile are more pronounced, and your eyes slide down the strong bridge of his nose and linger on the plush lips under a moustache that seems almost fastidiously tidy compared to the rest of him. It's the one constant when everything else in his life is anything but.
Dieter Bravo will be many things to you over the next fifteen years. Lover, boyfriend, ex, stranger, co-star, friend, friend with benefits, fiancé, ex, fiancé once again -
But he was your roommate first. And that morning, in the doorway to the tiny shower, your tits inadvertently pressed up against his bare chest, the wet towel wrapped around his narrow hips brushing your bare thighs, he smiles at you for the first time.
And when things get difficult down the line, because by god, do they get difficult - you hold on to that smile.
You hold onto him. Sometimes you have to, literally, wrapping your whole body around his through withdrawal shakes, and you whisper in his ear to remind him of how far you've both come from that dumpster fire of a studio above the laundromat/dealer's den -
Which you're kind enough to call an apartment.
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Hi how are you? I hope well! so i really like your writing actually ur my fav writer here on tumblr ;). So i had this idea for a fanfic by Miranda Hilmarson x reader. It was about Miranda being a traffic cop sometimes too and then she ends up giving the reader a ticket in one day and the reader gets really mad and even fights with Miranda, and then they end up meeting again, but what Miranda didn't know was that the reader would be her new boss!! From there I leave it to you, it can even be an enemies to lovers, you know.
I just had this silly idea, maybe you'll like it and I'd be super happy if you wrote it.đ
another thing! English is not my language, I'm literally writing this through Google translator so if something seems strange to you, you already know â ïž
A/N: thank you sooo much, that is so kind of you! I really liked this request and enjoyed writing it - it's my first time writing for Miranda so I really hope it's okay <3 just gonna post this and go hide now ahhhh
not your fault
Words: ~7.4k | ao3 link in title
Content/warnings: slight enemies to lovers, mentions of Adrian Butler (ugh), reader has a temper - poor Miranda is on the receiving end, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol, employee-boss relationship, angry Miranda, but also adorable puppy Miranda, nsfw (smut) - vaginal fingering, cunnilingus
âAre you fucking kidding meâŠâ You groaned under your breath as you snatched up the little piece of paper stuck between your windshield wipers - a parking ticket. You were already running late thanks to your cat having puked all over your carpet that morning, and thanks to the barista at the coffee shop whoâd taken ages with your latte - and now you were going to be even later.
You whipped your head around, looking for the officer whoâd given you the ticket. A tall, blonde woman in a police uniform was strolling down the line of parked cars, handing out tickets to each one. The officer turned as you stomped over, eyes widening as you advanced on her until you were standing right in front of her. You had to crane your neck up to look at her - in any other situation, you might have found this insanely arousing, but right now you were far too pissed.
âCare to explain this?â You waved the paper in her face - she went slightly cross-eyed as her eyes followed your movements.Â
âUh, thatâs a parking ticket, maâam.â The officer swallowed visibly, taking a step back.
âI park here every goddamn day,â you hissed.
âIâm sorryâŠâ She seemed a bit dazed and distracted for a moment as she regarded you, her eyes darting between your own, before straightening her posture and clearing her throat. âThereâs, uh, a festival downtown this weekend, theyâve closed most of the parking zones until itâs over. Thereâs a sign at the start of the road.â She nodded her head over to a single sign set up at the next intersection, one that you had clearly missed in your rush.
You were seething, a billion arguments ready on your tongue, but the clock was ticking - and in the end, she was right, no matter how pissed you were.
âYou know what, fucking forget it. Iâm already running late! Thanks for nothing.â You stomped back to your car and crumpled up the parking ticket, tossing it on the passenger seat and groaning in frustration - the officer stood rooted to the spot, watching as you drove away.
~~~
Not wanting to get a speeding ticket in addition to your parking ticket, you took your time driving to the police station for your first day on the job. Youâd just moved to Sydney to replace Adrian Butler as he left his position to âfocus on his marriageâ - you hadnât even started yet and had already heard rumors of his extramarital affair with a constable. Men are pigs, you thought as you strode into the station and took the elevator up to the third floor, half an hour later than youâd planned.
The room was buzzing when you walked in but as soon as you cleared your throat and made your presence known, everyone went silent.
âIâll spare you all the usual âfirst dayâ speech - you should know who I am. Iâm sure weâll all get to know each other well over the course of the coming weeks, but for now I already have my hands full with everything that Detective Sergeant Butler so generously left for me.â
Your eyes landed on an empty desk near the center of the room. âWho usually sits there? Are they out sick?â
Some of the men began to snicker - one in particular answered your question. âOh, thatâs Hilmarson.â He smirked and took a sip from his coffee mug as he leaned against the side of the copy machine.
You raised an eyebrow. âAnd? Where is Constable Hilmarson?â
The elevator doors opened behind you and you turned around, eyes widening as you were confronted with the tall, blonde officer whoâd given you a ticket. Her own shocked expression mirrored yours.
âThatâd be her.â The man - Constable Brown, youâd later come to learn - chuckled, his smirk widening.
âConstable.â You glared pointedly at Constable Hilmarson. âMy office, now.â
She frowned and followed you to the small office at the side of the room. You closed the door behind her and took a seat behind your new desk, gesturing for the officer to sit. She scrambled rather clumsily towards the chair and sat down, looking like a child about to be reprimanded.
âConstable Hilmarson, is it? Miranda?â You regarded her carefully. Her cheeks were rosy with embarrassment, her eyes wide as saucers. And, God, were they blue. They were mesmerizing. Miranda bobbed her head up and down in answer to your question, a bit of her pale blonde hair falling in her eye. She raised a hand to her head, dragging long fingers through her hair to brush it back - you had to physically shake your head to stop yourself from getting distracted by her movements.
âI like to be prepared, Constable. So I was having a look at your file the other day, you see, and I was under the impression that you are currently on a homicide case with Detective Griffin. Or am I mistaken?â
âYes - I mean, no, youâre not mistaken.â Miranda shook her head furiously.Â
âThen pray tell, Constable - why on earth did you spend your morning handing out fucking parking tickets?â You couldnât keep the venom out of your voice as you questioned Miranda - something about her was pissing you off (or maybe it was just the fact that you hadnât even been able to drink your coffee yet), and you were having trouble reigning in your emotions.
Mirandaâs face was bright red and her hands shook slightly. âI lost a bet,â she mumbled, unable to meet your gaze.
âLouder.â
She cleared her throat, her eyes locking with yours. âI lost a bet. I had to take over Constable Brownâs duties for the morning.â
You sighed, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose.
âIâm not here to play games. Do you understand that?â Your voice was sickly sweet, bordering on condescension - it was not lost on Miranda, who was starting to look like she wanted to argue.
Evidently, she thought better of it at the last second, for she simply nodded as she glowered at you.
âYouâre here to do your job, not Constable Brownâs job. And I expect you to do your job well. So, seeing as youâve not only made me late, wasted your entire morning, and wasted even more of my time with this silly conversation, I would appreciate it if you could get to work. Now.â
Miranda stood abruptly, sending a stack of papers flying from your desk as she stormed from the room. You rubbed your temples, wincing at the force with which she closed the door behind her - you were already starting to develop a headache, and it wasnât even 10 am.
~~~
As the morning went on, you found yourself growing more and more agitated, unable to focus on anything. You realized as your stomach growled for the fourth (or was it the fifth?) time that, in your rush, youâd skipped breakfast.Â
The second the clock hit 12 for your lunch break, you were on your feet. Youâd have to work through much of your break to catch up, but you could afford to take a few minutes to grab a coffee and a granola bar from the vending machines in the lobby.
Passing by Mirandaâs desk, you noticed that her chair was empty - the sight made your blood boil. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down - it was her lunch break, too, and she had every right to leave her desk during that time. Her messy, cluttered desk⊠You clenched your fists and headed for the elevator.
That wasnât the only time her desk was empty, however. Throughout the afternoon, you would look up from your paperwork (you found that Adrian had been terrible at properly filing paperwork, making your job that much harder) every so often - and more times than not, the constable was nowhere in sight. With a frustrated sigh, you stood and strode over to open the window - you desperately needed the fresh air if you were going to make it home without strangling someone.
The sight of Miranda smoking a cigarette in the alley next to the station, just under your window, had you clenching your jaw, nostrils flaring. You couldnât help yourself - you immediately headed towards the elevator and took rapid steps out of the station, rounding the corner and advancing on the constable, whose back was turned to you.
âHilmarson!â you barked - Miranda flinched as she turned to face you.
âWhat did I do now? Am I not allowed to smoke or something?â She sounded agitated, and that made you even angrier.
âThis is your fourth smoke break in the past two hours alone. If your habits are going to get in the way of your job, then I suggest you-â
âYou know, youâre really stressing me out!â Miranda yelled back, gesticulating wildly as she spoke. âIâll do my damned job, okay? Youâre just really not making it easy.â
You laughed - it was hollow and sarcastic - and took a step closer to Miranda. Your face was inches away from hers now - this close, your eyes were drawn to her lips, soft and plush, trembling slightly with anger. A little scar adorned her top lip and your gaze lingered there for a moment, arousal pooling in your core - until Miranda brought the cigarette back to her mouth to take a drag.
Torn from your trance, you plucked it from her grip and dropped it to the ground, crushing it with your boot.
âTalk to me like that again and Iâm sending you home for the rest of the day. Now get back upstairs.â
Miranda pushed roughly past you, her shoulder bumping into yours as she headed back into the station. You leaned against the wall and let out a loud groan, your eyes fluttering shut. Why was Miranda determined to make your day as difficult as humanly possible?Â
With a heavy sigh, you opened your eyes and pushed off the wall, following the constable back inside.
~~~
Your second day on the job started out significantly better than your first. You managed to eat breakfast, get coffee, and make it to work on time, all without getting a parking ticket or arguing with a certain constable. Miranda had been at her desk when youâd walked past it and, mercifully, hadnât said a word to you - though you could feel her eyes on you as you disappeared into your office.
When you left your office for your lunch break, you found the main office empty - you figured most of your officers were taking their lunch break as well. You strode over to the little kitchen, reaching for the handle when the door swung open in your face - your body colliding with a much taller one. You heard a gasp above you and looked up to see Miranda standing directly in front of you, eyes wide, mouth hanging open in shock.
It was then that you realized your shirt suddenly felt a bit wet - your eyes fell to the half-empty bowl in Mirandaâs hand, then to your torso, which was covered in milk and little pieces of cereal.
âOh you have got to be kidding me,â you growled, pushing past Miranda and ignoring the apologies that poured profusely from her mouth. You grabbed a fistful of paper towels and dabbed at your shirt, quickly realizing that it was no use - youâd have to get changed.
You spun around when you felt a hand on your arm, glaring up at Miranda who looked down at you apprehensively. At your furious expression, she pulled her hand away as if burned. âDo you need help?â
Sighing, you closed your eyes and attempted to reign in your temper. âNo,â you grit out. âItâs fine, youâve done enough. I just have to go home to get changed, I guess.â
âWell if you donât have a shirt with you then you can borrow mine?â
Your eyes flew open, meeting Mirandaâs soft gaze before flickering down to her torso. âW-what?â
âI mean, I have an extra shirt in my locker.â Miranda gestured back towards the elevator with her thumb, a faint smirk playing upon her lips - the fact that you had just basically ogled her chest was not lost on her, apparently.
You could feel your cheeks turn red and you looked down at your own shirt, clinging to your chest - it had turned slightly see-through, and you could see your bra through the thin fabric. The drive home would cost you your entire lunch break, and Miranda did owe you for this⊠You sighed heavily.
âYeah, sure.â
Miranda smiled, her eyes lighting up and crinkling at the outer corners - it was the first time youâd seen her properly smile, and it was beautiful. She crossed the kitchen and peered out the door into the office.
âThe coast is clear,â she said with a grin, gesturing for you to follow her. You rolled your eyes and the two of you headed down to the empty locker rooms.
âI always bring something to change into after work,â Miranda supplied as she busied herself with opening her locker. âIt might be a bit big on you but at least nobody will be able to see your bra.â
You started to unbutton your shirt, feeling Mirandaâs eyes on you as you did so. It was hard to focus with the constable in such close proximity - you struggled with the buttons as you found yourself growing more and more flustered.
âHere, let me help,â she murmured, and before you could stop her, her hands were on the buttons of your shirt. Her fingers brushed against the swell of your chest, just above the fabric of your bra, and you shivered visibly, your mouth going dry.
âT-thanks but I got it,â you mumbled, gently pushing Mirandaâs hand away. âCould you turn around?â
Miranda furrowed her brow, her face flushing. âOh, sorry!â She placed a baby blue t-shirt on the bench next to you, then turned and studied the bare wall with great interest as you got changed.
âYou can turn around again,â you said, clearing your throat. Miranda did as she was told, her eyes getting stuck on your chest for a moment before meeting your gaze. Your anger had all but dissipated, replaced with an unfamiliar and somewhat unsettling tension as you looked at Miranda, your stomach flipping.
âUh, thanks,â you whispered. âFor the shirt.â
Mirandaâs lips curled up into a smile. âYeah, of course. You know, Iâm really excited to have another woman on the force. Last night I was looking into your case in Auckland before you got promoted - I talked to Robin about it, even she was impressed.â
For once, you were left speechless. For all the crap youâd given Miranda since meeting her, she seemed so genuine and excited to be speaking with you in that moment - you could feel yourself get flustered again, and all you could do was nod your head as she spoke.
âOh, my lunch break is over so I have to go meet Robin but, uh, Iâll see you later, yeah?â
You nodded absentmindedly, stuck on the way Mirandaâs hands moved as she spoke and the brightness of her eyes. She shot you one last grin before turning and taking long strides out of the locker rooms, leaving you to stand there in a daze, holding your wet shirt.
~~~
It was finally Friday and youâd been invited to go to the bar for drinks after work to celebrate the end of your first week - you stood in the lobby of the station, waiting for Robin to join your group before heading out.Â
Since the little cereal incident, you were trying to actively avoid thinking about, looking at, or talking to Miranda, but she was making that damned near impossible. When youâd returned her shirt back to her, freshly washed, she made sure to allow her fingers to brush against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. She wasnât at her desk much throughout the day, off investigating leads with Robin, and for that you were grateful - but every time you saw her desk, littered with empty takeout containers, paperwork, coffee mugs, you felt a twinge of annoyance, followed by a sinking feeling of guilt that you couldnât quite place. As a result, you spent much more time than you wanted sitting at your desk, dissecting your feelings for the blonde but coming up empty.
The door to the station opened and a civilian walked in with a small goldendoodle on a leash. A gasp sounded to your right and you couldnât help yourself - your eyes followed the sound just in time to see Miranda crouch down and extend her arms towards the dog, which jumped excitedly up at her, trying to lick her face.Â
You couldnât tell who was more excited about the interaction - Miranda, or the dog. The blonde was letting out little squeals of delight, cooing at the dog as she buried her fingers in its fur.
âPull yourself together, Constable,â you grumbled, annoyed mostly at yourself for the way your stomach was reacting to the sight of Miranda cuddling the dog. It was childish and unprofessional⊠You most definitely did not think it was cute. Not even a little bit, no⊠You blushed and looked away as Miranda stood up, missing the look of disappointment in her puppy-like eyes.
After that, though, you found you couldnât even enjoy getting drinks with your colleagues - your mind was going in circles and you were unable to shake off this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. You sat at a booth near the back of the bar, nursing a beer as everyone around you joked around and slowly got drunk.Â
You couldnât keep your gaze from wandering towards Miranda, who was seated at the opposite end of the table. She sipped her beer, smiling occasionally at something one of the others said - your eyes, once again, got stuck on her smile. The upward quirk of her lips, the subtle scrunch of her nose, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. When she caught you staring, however, she quickly looked away, the smile sliding right off her face.
It affected you more than you would care to let on - as soon as her smile was gone, you wished for it back - desperately. And it was stupid, really - sheâd somehow managed to sour your mood every single day this week, and yet your body was reacting to her in ways you hadnât felt in a long time. With a sigh, you drained your beer and ordered a second one - this was going to be a long night.
~~~
If youâd thought your second week on the job would start better than the first, well - youâd quickly find out just how wrong you were.
Monday morning started like any other - you strode into the office with your coffee to-go cup, passing by Mirandaâs empty desk. There was a half-empty bowl of cereal at the edge, stacks of manila folders and paperwork strewn over the surface, an empty, crumpled paper bag from the local bakery that had been tossed unceremoniously onto the computer keyboard. It stirred up a twinge of annoyance in you, but you tried your best to shake off the feeling.
Looking up and seeing the blonde standing at the coffee machine in the kitchen, you quickly averted your gaze and hurried to your office.
Your mind began to wander as you answered your emails and a flash of blonde through the window in your office caught your eye. Miranda walked back to her seat, a mug in her hand. She reached her desk and distractedly looked up, talking enthusiastically with Robin as she placed the mug down on a teetering pile of papers.
You looked on in horror as the pile slowly toppled over, spilling coffee all over her desk - you couldnât bear to watch anymore, dropping your head into your hands in frustration as you heard Miranda let out a gasp.
Not my problem, you thought, trying to take steadying breaths. It wasnât your desk that sheâd spilled her coffee on, after all.Â
You stood and made your way to your office door, calling out for Robin.
âYeah?â
âDid you manage to get a copy of the autopsy results already? I really need them.â
Robin shifted slightly from foot to foot, a frown growing on her face - you really didnât like the look of that.
âActually, I sent Miranda to get them this morning.â
Raising an eyebrow, you looked past Robin at her colleague, who was frantically wiping up the spilled coffee from her desk. âHilmarson, can I get those autopsy results?â
Miranda looked up, freezing in her movements. Her eyes darted between you and her desk and her cheeks were rapidly turning pink. âThey, uh⊠Got a bit soggy.â She strode over to you with a piece of paper in her hand. You took it gingerly, a look of disgust forming on your face as the entire thing was brown and dripping wet.
âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â you growled. Miranda shrugged sheepishly and muttered out an apology - you glared at her in return. âI need you to get me a fresh copy by this afternoon.â
Miranda opened her mouth to speak but you interrupted her, balling your hand into a fist and crumpling up the paper, tossing it on her desk. âAnd tidy your fucking desk like a grown up,â you snarled.
Mirandaâs face was red as she turned sharply on her heel and stormed out of the office, taking large strides towards the elevators and disappearing from view.Â
âShe grows on you,â Robin supplied quietly, watching you watch Miranda. You snorted.
âI doubt it.â Your stomach churned uncomfortably even as you said those words. Why did this woman have such an effect on you?
âSheâs been having a rough time, ever since the breakup with Adrian.â Your eyes widened at this piece of information - youâd known about Adrianâs affair, of course, but youâd never thought it would be with Miranda. âThey were going to have a baby together, you know.â
You coughed, choking on your own saliva. âThey what?â You couldnât picture Miranda as a mother - she was far too clumsy and chaotic⊠and goofy. And generous. Okay, maybe you could picture it, a little bit. Your stomach churned uncomfortably - you didnât know the details of the affair, but breakups were rough - youâd moved across the country after your last breakup. You suddenly felt ashamed for being such a bitch to her.Â
âYeah, wellâŠâ You cleared your throat awkwardly. âI have a lot of work to do, so if you donât mindâŠâ You forced a smile and Robin raised her eyebrows, nodding and leaving you be. You tried to focus after that but you couldnât, your mind wandering quite insistently to a certain constable. Guilt began to gnaw at your insides after having been so harsh with her. Youâd have to - you wanted to - apologize for your behavior.
You locked yourself in your office and finished replying to your emails. Even half an hour later, Miranda was still not at her desk - nor was she in the kitchen, the locker rooms, or the alley under your window. You finally found her behind the station, looking out over the water and smoking a cigarette.Â
âHey,â you called, your heart clenching when you saw Miranda flinch as she turned to face you.
âOh fuck. Look, Iâm sorry, okay, I-â
âIâm the one who should apologize. Robin told me it was you.â
Mirandaâs face scrunched up in confusion. She dropped her cigarette and took a step towards you. âSorry?â
âYou know, with Adrian.â
Recognition flooded Mirandaâs features and she dropped her gaze to the pavement. âOh.â She let out a hollow chuckle and turned again, walking towards the water and lowering herself to sit at the edge. You followed and took a seat next to her, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you.Â
âMen are pigs, you know?â Miranda said after a momentâs silence. A loud snort escaped your lips, causing Miranda to laugh - you hadnât heard her laugh so freely before, but it made your heart soar and you thought it might be your new favorite sound in the world. It wasnât quite melodic, not necessarily akin to birdsong - it was loud and unabashed and very Miranda, and for some reason you found you really liked that. You couldnât help but laugh, too.
âYouâre alright, you know that, Hilmarson?â you said with a grin, gently bumping your shoulder into hers. Mirandaâs laughter slowly died out but the smile remained on her face, accompanied by a faint blush.
âThanks. You are, too.â
~~~
âHilmarson.â You slung your jacket over your shoulder as you strode past Mirandaâs desk the following day around noon. Her eyes grew wide and she dropped the pen she was holding, straightening her posture. âCome with me.â
Miranda scrambled to get up, slipping her phone into her pocket and following you to the elevators and out of the building.Â
âWhere are we going?â she asked, confusion evident in her tone as she scurried after you. You bypassed the parking lot, heading down the street instead.
âYouâll see,â you said with a smirk, wordlessly offering Miranda a cigarette. She fumbled around in her pocket for a lighter but you were quicker, holding up your own. âHold still,â you murmured, holding the lighter up to her cigarette and lighting it for her, your eyes catching on the way her long, slender fingers held it, as if it were a delicate thing.Â
Your destination was a nearby coffee shop, and you held the door open for Miranda to step through. âAfter you,â you purred, smirking at Mirandaâs wide eyes. After a momentâs hesitation, she scrambled into the cafe, waiting awkwardly for you at the counter.
âItâs on me,â you said before ordering yourself a latte and a sandwich. âGet anything you like.â
Minutes later, you were sitting together at a little table in the corner.
âLook,â you started with a sigh. Miranda tilted her head. âCan we start over? I havenât exactly been fair to you. You arenât the reason I was late last week. I was angry and took it out on you, and that was really shitty of me.â
âI did spill cereal all over your shirt, though,â Miranda murmured with a sheepish grin, her cheeks turning adorably rosy.
âYeah. Yeah, you did,â you said with a laugh. âThatâs not the point, though. Youâre too good to let yourself get walked all over, you know that?â
Miranda shrugged, unable to fully meet your gaze and focusing instead on her panini, out of which she took a huge bite.
âNot by me, not by Constable Brown, not by Adrian - youâre a solid officer and you have potential, you just need to stand your ground more.â
âOh god,â Miranda spoke through a full mouth, her voice slightly garbled, her eyes wide. âIs this a performance review or something?â
You laughed, your stomach flipping as her blush deepened. âNo. I justâŠâ You hesitated, biting your lip and looking away. I just really like you. âI just wanted to apologize. I want us to work together, not against each other.â
âReally?â Miranda grinned, her eyes sparkling - the hope written across her face nearly made your heart stop, and you nodded. âI was so scared when I found out you were my new boss. I really thought you hated me.â
âI did, too,â you said with a laugh. âBut⊠for the record, I donât. I hope you donât hate me.âÂ
Mirandaâs cheeks puffed out as she chewed and she smiled widely. âI donât.â
~~~
Ever since your lunch âdateâ, your feelings for Miranda were only growing. Your heart skipped a beat when you caught sight of her at the station, your stomach fluttered when you heard her voice. You even found yourself timing your smoke breaks with hers, just so you would have an excuse to chat with her and bask in her presence.
The following Friday at the bar, Miranda chose to sit down next to you. She placed a beer in front of you and offered you a wide smile - you felt your face flush as you muttered out an uncharacteristically shy âthank youâ.
The two of you listened to your colleagues talk and banter - or rather, perhaps Miranda was listening, but you definitely werenât. You were far too focused on the constable and your close proximity to one another; the way her shoulder bumped yours every so often, the way her hand flexed around her beer bottle, the way her throat bobbed whenever she took a sip.
Miranda laughed, throwing her head back, her shoulders shaking. She looked to the side, meeting your gaze - you couldnât help but grin giddily back at her, chuckling a bit, and you could see her cheeks turn red as she returned your grin.Â
After your third beer, you started to feel a little daring - you placed your hand gingerly on her thigh, your touch feather light as you were afraid of crossing a line. To your surprise, Miranda placed her own hand on top of yours - it was warm and soft and large, and you could feel your pulse pick up as her long fingers curled slightly around yours. When you dared to steal a glance in her direction, you could see a soft smile playing upon her lips.
~~~
âHey.â A low voice coming from the doorway to your office caused you to look up from your laptop. A smile involuntarily spread across your face seeing Miranda leaning awkwardly against the doorframe, her hands clasped behind her back.
âHi,â you replied - Miranda hadnât come into your office proactively since youâd started working at the station, but you supposed a lot had changed in the past few days. âDo you need something?â
Miranda shook her head. âNo, I, uh, I actually wanted to ask if youâd want to come over to my place for a beer or something tonight?â
âOh.â A swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach at the prospect of spending one-on-one time with the blonde - who was looking increasingly like she was about to throw up, the longer you took to reply. âYeah, yes, I would love to.â
Mirandaâs eyes widened. âOkay, great. Iâll send you my address. Howâs 7?â
â7 is perfect,â you said with a growing blush, chuckling as Miranda rushed back to her desk to grab her phone - your own phone pinged with a text moments later: an address.
~~~
You showed up promptly at 7, your heart pounding fiercely against your ribcage as you knocked on the door to Mirandaâs apartment.
The door swung open to reveal the tall blonde, wearing the blue shirt sheâd loaned you after spilling cereal all over you, as well as a pair of shorts.Â
âBlue is definitely your color,â you said before you could stop yourself. It really was, though - it brought out the blues of her eyes, making them shine and sparkle against her pale skin.Â
âThank you,â Miranda said with a laidback grin, gesturing for you to enter her apartment. It surprised you to see that it wasnât as messy as youâd have assumed it to be - it was definitely lived in, but it was clean and had very home-y vibes. More than anything, the first thing you noticed was the smell. It smelled like Miranda - light and clean, but with the faint scent of cigarettes clinging to the air. Her shirt had smelled like that, too, when youâd borrowed it, and though you never would have admitted it back then, youâd buried your nose in the fabric more than once before begrudgingly washing and returning it.
Miranda offered you a beer and guided you to her living room, settling on the couch and motioning for you to join her. The couch was relatively small and though you tried to leave some space between you, your knee ended up pressing lightly against Mirandaâs thigh.
Despite your nerves, it somehow felt right to be in her space. You felt as though you were able to see a whole new side to Miranda - a side that you really liked. As the two of you engaged in some timid small-talk, you couldnât help but wonder why sheâd invited you - you hoped it was for the same reason that youâd said yes.
âGod, I was so nervous to ask you to come over,â Miranda said with a cackle, shaking her head at herself before taking a swig of her beer.
âWere you?â The thought amused you greatly, and it gave you a shot of confidence. You dropped your voice an octave and leaned forward. âDo I make you nervous?â
Miranda looked like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes widening. Your eyes flicked briefly to her lips, to her wet, pink tongue darting out to lick them, and you found yourself leaning even closer.Â
âWhat would you do if I kissed you right now?â you murmured, scanning Mirandaâs face for any sign of discomfort. Mirandaâs pupils dilated and her lips parted slightly.
âI would kiss you back,â she whispered, her gaze landing on your lips.
âYeah?â you whispered back with a smile. Miranda nodded slowly.
âUh-huh.âÂ
You closed the gap, your lips meeting hers - she tasted like beer and cigarettes, and her lips were impossibly soft. She kissed you back eagerly, whimpering a little as your tongue darted out over her lower lip.
You pulled back, your cheeks covered in a light blush.
âIâm sorry, I hope that wasnât-â you started, but Miranda interrupted you with a second kiss, this one deeper and hungrier than the first as her hands grabbed your cheeks, holding you in place. Her tongue licked greedily at the seam of your lips, which you immediately parted for her. You let out a deep groan as her tongue slipped into your mouth, dancing with yours in near-desperation.
âYou taste so good,â Miranda moaned, her voice low and sultry, and desire pooled in your core.
âMmmh,â was all you could reply as your hands gripped at Mirandaâs waist and you swung your leg over her lap to straddle her. Her hands slid down to your waist, then your hips, then came to rest on top of your thighs. She gave them a squeeze and you found yourself involuntarily grinding your pelvis into her lap, her touch sending your body into overdrive.
âOh, fuck,â you whispered, Miranda swallowing your words as your bodies pressed against each other, a steady and suffocating heat building between the two of you.
The constableâs hands slipped under your ass and she turned you onto your back - breaking the kiss only briefly to position herself above you. One of her knees came to rest between your legs and she pushed it against your core, drawing a groan from your throat. The pressure was delicious against your aching sex and you bucked your hips to get some much-needed relief.
Mirandaâs lips left your own and began to trail down your chin, your throat, your chest, stopping at the top button of your shirt - hot, wet, needy. She lifted her head and you looked down to meet her gaze - her pupils were blown wide with lust, her cheeks gorgeously flushed, her hair tousled.
âWe- fuck,â you started breathily, finding it almost impossible to think as Mirandaâs knee pressed against your clit. âWe should slow down.â
Miranda nodded, her eyes widening and her cheeks bright red as she reluctantly pulled her leg away from your cunt. You bit down on your lower lip to stop a whine from slipping out at the loss of friction.
The constable settled half on top of you, leaning against the back of the couch and propping her head up on her arm. She closed her eyes as she tried to steady her heavy, ragged breathing. âRight. Sorry.â
âDonât be sorry,â you whispered, your voice hoarse with want. âI just donât want to take advantage of you.â
Mirandaâs eyes snapped open and she met your gaze, a slow, easy grin spreading across her face. âYouâre not. I want this.â
âI donât think I just want this,â you mumbled, closing your eyes and swallowing hard. âI want you.âÂ
âI want you, too.â
You opened your eyes and met Mirandaâs bright, eager gaze, searching her face for any hint of doubt or hesitation. âAre you sure?â
Miranda nodded and you lunged forward, your lips crashing into hers as your hand snaked its way around the back of her head, holding her in place. Your fingers threaded through her hair - it felt like silk under your skin.
Your other hand settled on her waist, tugging her on top of you - her body weight pressed you down into the couch and you groaned at the feeling. You needed more, you wanted more, so your hands found the hem of Mirandaâs t-shirt and you slipped underneath it. Her bare skin was impossibly smooth, and you felt electricity coursing through your body at the feeling of her soft hips in your hands. Your hands found their way up her back and you raked your nails over the expanse of it, pleased with the hungry growl that escaped Mirandaâs lips.
Finding the clasp of her bra, you unclipped it, slipping a hand around to the front of her torso and under the loose fabric to palm her breast. She grasped desperately at your waist as your warm palm rubbed over her nipple, rolling it into a hard peak. Miranda let out a breathy sigh and sat up, straddling your waist and pulling her shirt off. Her bra followed, and both were discarded on the floor behind the couch.Â
You felt the air leave your lungs as you stared up at Miranda - your mouth going dry. Her rosy nipples contrasted against her pale skin, her abdomen rippled with every heaving breath that she took. You couldnât help but reach out and touch her, caressing her hips, her stomach, her breasts - flicking your thumbs over her pert nipples and watching them harden further.
Sitting up, you hungrily took one of the rosy buds into your mouth, sucking greedily and soothing your tongue over it as you felt Mirandaâs hands thread through your hair. You repeated the process on her other nipple, thoroughly pleased with yourself when Miranda let out a soft, breathy moan - one that was so deliciously pornographic that you felt a wave of arousal course through you, your panties growing damp.
You released Mirandaâs nipple, your hands drifting down to the buckle of her belt and making quick work of undoing it. Miranda took the hint, removing her pants in a hurry and then focusing her attention on your own clothes. Your own shirt was unbuttoned and tossed aside in an instant, your pants tugged down your legs and dropped onto the floor with the rest of the clothing.
Mirandaâs bare skin was hot against your own and you pulled her back down on top of you, your pussy throbbing as her nipples brushed against yours. You kissed her with hunger and passion, your left hand palming her ass as your right hand found its way between your bodies to cup her pussy over her underwear.
The constable groaned, immediately grinding against your hand - you noticed that sheâd soaked through the thin cotton of her underwear. You pulled the fabric aside and curled your fingers against the length of her slit, letting out a gasp as you felt her dripping for you.
âI need you,â she whined, shuddering as your fingers explored her folds - letting out a strangled whimper when you smeared her wetness over her clit and began to draw lazy circles over the bundle of nerves.
Miranda turned out to be as loud as she was sensitive - you found it easy to bring her to the edge, time and time again, your fingers applying a gentle pressure to her clit and pumping easily in and out of her, her slick walls drawing your digits in and clenching tightly around them. Her unabashed moans filled the air, echoing off the walls of the living room and having you wondering - only briefly, though - how thick those walls were.
After her fifth orgasm, when the stimulation finally became too much for her, Miranda whimpered and shifted her pelvis away from you. Taking the hint, you pulled your hand out of her underwear, your fingers shining with her arousal. You lifted them to Mirandaâs face, smirking when she immediately opened her mouth and allowed you to place your fingers on her tongue. She sucked them clean, her flushed cheeks hollowing out, her kiss-swollen lips wrapped around your knuckles.Â
You leaned forward to kiss her as she released your fingers, eager to taste the remnants of her orgasm on her tongue. The taste was heavenly - you were almost sorry that Miranda was so overstimulated - youâd have given everything to go down on her.
She pulled back from the kiss, her hot, heavy breath ghosting over your face as she rested her forehead against your own, trying to steady her breathing. A bead of sweat had collected on her forehead and you reached up to wipe it away, tucking a strand of mussed hair behind her ear. It was too short, of course, and immediately fell back into her face - it made you smile, and Miranda smiled - no, beamed - back, her eyes sparkling.
âI hope that wasnât too much,â you whispered into the silence - Miranda blushed and shook her head no. Her fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear, lightly at first as she leaned in for a languid kiss. Then her fingers curled under the waistband and began tugging, her lips trailing down your jaw, your throat, your sternum, your stomach - soft, warm, wet, hungry. She tugged your underwear down your legs, her lips immediately replacing the fabric as she pressed kisses to your mound, to your inner thighs - finally disappearing between your legs.Â
You felt her tongue lap hungrily at your folds, little noises of pleasure coming from between your thighs and vibrating against your cunt. It was both adorable and extremely hot at the same time, how eagerly Miranda ate you out - sloppy, yet determined (and very skilled, you noted mentally, letting out a filthy groan as her lips latched onto your clit, her tongue flicking at the sensitive little bundle).
By the time Miranda was finished with you, your thighs were trembling and your breathing was ragged. The constable pressed one final kiss to your clit, before sitting up and grinning goofily down at you. Her chin was coated in your slick and her cheeks were flushed, and you couldnât help but loop an arm around her neck and pull her close, licking your own arousal off her face before meeting her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
After what felt like hours holding each other, kissing and regaining your breaths, you felt your eyes begin to grow heavy and you sighed.
âI should probably get going,â you murmured, your voice slightly hoarse.
âYeah - of course.â Miranda blushed as she pushed herself off you. âCan you just wait here?â
You nodded, furrowing your brows as the constable stood and walked out of the room. You heard the tap running, then she came back with a wet washcloth.
âIs it okay if IâŠâ Her eyes darted down between your legs as she took a seat next to you.
It was your turn to blush. âYeah, thatâs okay. Thanks.â
Miranda cleaned you up with great care, being extra gentle as she soothed the washcloth over your clit. When she was done, you got dressed in silence, then allowed Miranda to walk you to the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob.
âWould you want toâŠâ she trailed off, not quite able to meet your gaze.
âAre you busy Saturday? Would you like to go on a date with me?â You couldnât help but smile as Mirandaâs eyes widened and she began to nod, a look of relief washing over her face as her lips curled upwards.
âYeah - Iâm not busy, I would love to.â
âGood.â You smirked, leaning in to press your lips to Mirandaâs - her breath hitched in her chest. âIâll see you at work tomorrow.â
You turned to leave, exiting the apartment and walking down the hall. Turning around to wave goodbye, you could see Miranda smiling as her head poked out from behind the door.Â
That night, you fell asleep with a soft smile on your face and a warmth in your belly - already mentally planning your date.
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