#meet my girlfriends' guys aren't they just gorgeous

[bouquetofalliums]

yeah ill be real idk what's going on between those two

rbs are v cool guys:)

[goldfades]

Hi! I hope your day is going well :)). Do you think that you could do Nika with the manager? Like where she gets protective with her at a game or party? That women is so fine and I've barely even seen anyone write for her😭😭.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐒 & 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐒 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

─ word count | 905

─ warnings | descriptions of partying/drinking, manager's friends being kinda stupid, frat guys (ewww), one singular shove, uh nothing else??

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NIKA'S HANDS FOUND their way to your waist effortlessly, pulling you in closer to her chest as you laughed along to what your friends were saying.

Nika didn't like to party unless she absolutely had to, or if she was in the mood. She didn't like any aspect of it ─ the booze, the loud music, the overwhelming smell of weed and especially how weird people got. She liked partying when it wasn't in some random person's house, with a bunch of frat guys with huge egos and terrible hygiene.

However, you wanted to go out tonight and she refused to let you go alone. Even if she wasn't super close to your friends, she still wanted to be there with you (despite both of you having a very early morning practice the next day).

She wasn't having the time of her life but she certainly wasn't miserable, she liked being around you even if you weren't talking to her. Your laughter, your occasional glances her way, and the warmth of your presence were enough to make the experience bearable for her.

"So, Nika," your friend began, her voice slightly slurring. "You're from Croatia? And you play basketball? That's a really... really random combo."

You sent a glance toward your very tipsy friend then looked back at your taller girlfriend. "She's really good,"

"I know, we've all seen her play. She's like... amazing," your friend spoke as she smiled at Nika. "I just thought you'd like be into soccer or something cause like, you're European. Or something,"

You sent your friend a glare as Nika laughed, pulling you closer into her chest. Nika chuckled at your friend's comment, her laughter warm despite the slightly awkward situation. "I get that a lot," she said with a good-natured shrug. "But basketball's always been my thing."

You couldn't help but smile at her, feeling a surge of affection for the way she effortlessly handled the conversation, even in her slightly tipsy state.

"Yeah, she's the best," you chimed in, wrapping an arm around Nika's waist and pulling her closer. "And she's pretty amazing at everything she does."

"Ew, my god. Get a room," you friend gagged as she turned from the two of you, earning laughter from the two of you.

Suddenly, you felt some clash into you, spilling their drink all over you. As the liquid soaked through your clothes, you couldn't help but groan in frustration, the sudden interruption jolting you out of the moment. Nika's arm tightened around you protectively, her expression shifting from amusement to concern as she assessed the situation.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry as she gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face.

"Oh my god, dude. I am so sorry, I should've been more careful," you both looked up to meet the man's eyes.

Of course, he was a frat guy, Nika thought to herself. Nika's protective instincts flared as she shot a glare at the guy, her expression a mixture of annoyance and frustration. Despite the apology, she couldn't shake the feeling of irritation at the carelessness of his actions.

"You two are gorgeous, by the way. I've seen you, aren't you like the manager for women's basketball team or something?" The guy's gaze was fixed on you as his lips turned upward into a smirk.

"Yeah, that's me," you replied tersely, trying to keep your composure despite the uncomfortable situation. Nika shot a warning glance at the frat guy, silently urging him to back off.

"Can I get you two beauts a drink?" He spoke, his voice husky as he leaned in closer. And before you could even process the situation, Nika sent him flying with a rough push.

Before he could even regain his bearings, Nika stepped forward, her expression fierce as she stood between you and the frat guy, her stance unwavering. "First of all, back the fuck up. We're not interested,"

The frat guy scrambled to his feet, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "You're crazy, how would your coach like to hear about you assaulting a guy, huh? You'd be off the team in no time, bitch."

Nika's eyes narrowed at the frat guy's threat, her fists clenched at her sides but before she could react, you stepped forward, your voice dripping with anger.

"Yeah, yeah go ahead and talk to him and see what happens. Nothing, this is obviously self-defense because you can't take fucking hints," you shouted as your eyebrows furrowed.

The frat guy hesitated for a moment, his anger warring with his sense of self-preservation. Finally, with a muttered curse, he turned on his heel and stormed off, disappearing into the crowd.

"Are you okay, baby?" She muttered as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

"No, no I'm fine. Are you okay?" You mumbled into her chest as she nodded. "He's not gonna do anything,"

"No, he's a little bitch." Nika spoke sharply as you let out a slightly breathless laugh. She smiled at the sound, her stomach filling with butterflies as she did.

With a final squeeze, Nika pulled back slightly as she pulled your lips into a soft kiss. "Let's get out of here," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

You looked back at your drunk friends, then back at Nika. You said your goodbyes quickly as she held your waist, leading you to the door.

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dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

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dancing in the street II l.williamson x reader

"-see, I told ya!" lucy rolled her eyes tilting her phone screen so you could look. "the three best friends and lucy...oh that's harsh, as if you haven't blocked them." you chuckled, leaning your head on the older girls shoulder, feeling her let out a deep sigh. "no sadly i'd still rather be included, let them have their jokes." lucy admitted sliding her phone back into her pocket.

"hey wait why aren't i in the chat!" the realization dawned on you as you sat up, directing the question more to the two girls sat the row in front. "I told G not to add you. you're a horrendous texter and you'd just mute us." your girlfriend answered bluntly not even bothering to open her eyes, arms crossed tightly across her chest, blonde locks hidden by the hood covering her head. 

"i would not!" you defended with a scoff, looking to your friend beside you for back up who simply avoided your gaze which was all the confirmation you needed. "guys i am not that bad, am i?" your eyes widened, question ticking over and over in your head. "well you're not good." keira replied honestly glancing back at you from next to leah.

"and we didn't add you because any plans we make as a group we assume you and leah come as a package deal." the girl continued with an amused smile at your obvious codependency as the plane hit a slight bit of turbulence and your stomach lurched, hands curling tightly around the arm rests either side of you. 

"fact." lucy instantly agreed with her girlfriend, hiding a smirk behind her hand as she rested her head on her fist. "oh now you wanna chime in do you fourth wheel!" you glared at the older girl with displeasure who playfully shoved your head to the side as the pilot announced you were beginning your descent into ibiza.

"oh i hate this part." you mumbled nervously, sinking into your seat as the discomfort in your stomach grew and lucy reached over to gently massage the back of your neck. "nearly there." leah mumbled quietly, eyes still closed as keira harshly elbowed her, shaking her head as the blonde pulled a face and rubbed at her ribs. 

though with a look behind her and seeing how pale you'd gotten she was quick to unbuckle herself, checking no one was around to yell at her for ignoring the very clearly on seat belt sign and gesturing for lucy to swap seats. 

both of them darting up and into one anothers spots they hastily clicked in their belts again as a stewardess looked over with narrowed unimpressed eyes, leah sending the woman an apologetic smile.

"hey, you're fine yeah?" the blondes hand moved to rest on your thigh, giving the tanned skin a gentle squeeze as you nodded, wincing and slamming your eyes closed as the plane dropped lower. "we've done this easily fifty times now and nothings ever happened, focus on me." leah encouraged as you turned your head to meet her gaze, feeling your body unclench a little at her tender gaze.

"you didn't even want to sit next to me." you pouted with a small frown, leahs smile only widening at the cute notion. "because i see your gorgeous face every day, i haven't seen keiras ugly mug since the champions league final and before that it had been weeks." leah defended her decision, slating off her best friend in the process.

"oi!" keira turned around with a glare at the jest as leah smirked, giving her a sarcastic wave with her free hand. "we've not even landed in ibiza yet and you're making enemies, surely that's a record?" you pondered as leah pinched at your thigh for the comment. "what can i say darling, maybe i'm in my villian era." leah whispered dipping her head and connecting your lips quickly before pulling away, neither of you big fans of pda in larger crowds.

though your relationship wasn't directly a secret, it was as private as the two of you could manage with leahs fame only growing day by day.

"god you need to stop lurking on tiktok you sound like maisie." you grimaced, referring to your younger sister who seemed to only speak in tiktok references since the app had taken off, much to your annoyance. 

"who do you think sends me most of the tiktoks i watch." leah grinned as you rolled your eyes, no stranger to your girlfriend and little sister teaming up, forever the target of their combined teasing's and jokes.

"hey see you did it!" leah beamed proudly as the plane jolted one last time sending your head flying forward narrowly missing your folded tray table, wheels screaming against the tarmac as you breathed a sigh of relief, never having been the most comfortable flyer. 

"it lives to see another day, what a shame." lucy sighs shaking her head as the four of you stood awaiting the plane to clear before even attempting to exit, none of you in a large rush with holiday mode already having kicked in. 

you leant forward and punched the defender admittedly a little too hard, ducking back into leahs protection as lucy tried grabbing at you with a glare.

"whose making enemies now then." the blonde murmured in your ear with a chuckle, resting her chin on the top of your head as you pulled a face at lucy who jokingly drew her finger over her throat, mouthing for you to watch your back before her attention returned to keira. 

~

"alex is meeting us at the club later?" you asked, leah dropping your bags on the floor and collapsing backwards onto the bed with a nod. "yeah she's out meeting some of her other mates for a late lunch, they'll probably be there too." leah confirmed, opening her arms and looking to you expectantly.

"happy off season." you grinned laying down on top of her feeling her arms wrap tightly around your back, pulling your bodies as close together as they could possibly get. "it's been off season for awhile now." the girl joked but you could see the hurt masked behind her eyes as you winced, probably not your best choice of words.

"i'm sorry love that was insensitive." your hands moved to cup the defenders face, thumbs stroking her jaw affectionately feeling it clench slightly beneath your touch. 

"just too bad you're too weak to give me piggybacks, maybe you should join me in rehab for these sad little noodles." leah squeezed at your biceps with a pitiful look as your mouth formed a small o and you smacked her in the chest. 

"i'll put you back in hospital if you're not careful williamson." you warned, sitting up to straddle her chest as the blonde only smirked, hands coming to rest on your exposed thighs

"what you gonna do then babe? nag me to an early grave?" leah mocked, hands creeping higher and higher up your thighs as you tried to ignore the back flips your stomach did just at the simplest of her touch. 

"that stair case is looking really tempting, don't accidentally fall down it." you threatened ducking your head to hover your mouth just above hers, pulling back slightly as she tried to capture your lips.

"i don't know if you've earned a proper kiss yet." you smiled teasingly, leahs wandering hands finding their way up the inside of the hem of your shorts. "that so?" leah feigned surprise, proudly watching your confident facade break for a second as she teasingly snapped at the waistband of your underwear.

the captains eyes quickly flicked downwards, mouth going dry as she lifted up the edge of your shorts instantly recognizing the familiar black lace of the chosen pair. her mind raced with memories of that shopping trip, over an hour spent picking out sets for you in your favorite lingerie store, as well as what had inevitably happened in the changing rooms afterwards as you modeled her choices.

leah had never been good with sharing what was hers or keeping her hands to herself.

"do tell then pretty girl, what you want for a kiss?" the blonde asked, voice low and raspy, short nails scratching gently at your hips as she sat up and you adjusted yourself on top of her, arms wrapping around the back of her neck.

though before you even had a chance to answer you both heard feet pounding upstairs and the door flew open, lucy barging in. "it's alright its safe ke they've still got their clothes on!" the girl bellowed downstairs as you groaned at the interruption, head falling onto leah's shoulder.

"though if you take much longer we might be in for a show!" lucy smirked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you moved off of your girlfriends lap and sat beside her instead, leah's stony expression displaying her own discontent at the disruption.

"right listen up then you two can sex it up all you want in your own spare time. but right now we're on holiday and have a date with the pool and then the beach club, so hurry up and get ready!" keira pegged two towels at the both of you, one of which nailed leah right in the face, both her and lucy quick to bolt back downstairs before she could pounce on them.

~

"baby can you zip me up please." you finally emerged from the bathroom, flipping your hair over your shoulder and holding it out the way, turning your back toward leah who pulled herself up off the bed.

the older girl had been ready for over twenty minutes now, laid down and scrolling through her phone, calling out every few minutes a gentle but firm reminder that she was still waiting.

"i can't believe you're wearing this." leah mumbled against your neck, lips trailing kisses down the soft skin as your eyes fluttered close, leaning back into her hold at the pleasurable sensation. "thought you might appreciate it." you smiled in victory at the expected reaction.

"shift it the cars here!" lucy shouted upstairs once more dampening the moment, your skin burning where leahs lips had just been as the blonde zipped you up and stepped back. "you look gorgeous." your girlfriend complimented charmingly, pecking your lips as you grabbed her hand and headed downstairs.

"as do you." you replied shamelessly checking her out as you exited your shared villa and headed for the uber which was to take you all to ushuaia, one of the hottest clubs in ibiza. closing the door as you hopped in last, chatter broke out amongst the four of you, all discussing the rest of your plans for your week away.

"bottoms up then." lucy pulled a flask from the pocket of her shorts, taking a quick swig before it was passed around between you. "oh fuck what is that." you grimaced as the unfamiliar liquid burnt its way down your throat, leah patting your back as you let out a small cough. "tequila!" lucy grinned, downing the rest of the small flask.

"it's party time girls!"

~

"fuck yeah calvins on baby!" leah cheered loudly, knocking her drink with alex's as the two of them stood up on the lounge in your private box which alex had somehow managed to book in last minute. 

"have fun with that." lucy chuckled beside you as leah screamed with joy at the familiar tune pumping from the stage behind you and downed the rest of her drink, jumping off the lounge and bending down at the table to make herself a new one. 

"babe how about a water? just in between drinks." you called out over the thumping bass around you, gently grabbing her hand as it gripped around the near empty bottle of jack daniels, which when you checked about a half hour ago was full.

"nah fuck that i'm on holiday!" leah slurred with a firm shake of her head, removing your hand from hers as she filled her cup over halfway with the brown liquid, not even bothering with a mixer. "i love you!" leah shouted over the noise, grabbing your chin with her free hand and placing a quick kiss to your lips before hopping back up on the lounge to dance with alex.

"you alright?" keira noticed the worry on your face as she tugged you into a quieter corner. "i'm fine, i don't think she is though." you nodded toward your girlfriend who had her arm slung around alex, screaming along to whatever song was playing, swaying side to side as she yet again downed her drink.

"looks like she's just having fun?" keira asked as her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, unsure what it was you were actually worried about. "yeah she looks like that. same as she looks fine when anyone asks about her acl, but she's not okay ke! she won't acknowledge it or talk about it, any time i try she just shuts down or changes the subject." you admitted, admittedly feeling some sense of relief as you finally got it off your chest, not having discussed it with anyone.

"she's been drinking more, a lot more. i know she isn't okay but i don't even know where to begin with trying to help her. i thought after the surgery and beginning her rehab things might change but she won't even talk to her mum about anything she's feeling, she's like a brick wall!" you pinched your nose at the stress bubbling up inside you, keira gently rubbing your back with a concerned frown.

"i hadn't realised it was that bad, she seemed okay at the champions league final. we even went out afterwards!" keira sighed, annoyed with herself for not noticing these changes in her best friend. "she's really good at hiding it, but she's hurting and she's angry and with just bottling everything up i'm terrified of what happens when she reaches her limit and-"

"-implodes." keira finished for you as you nodded, sighing deeply. "i'll try to have a talk with her tomorrow, take her out for lunch or something just the two of us." keira offered as you nodded, having exhausted all your own attempts at trying to get the stubborn blonde to open up.

"now now now what is with these long faces? we're in ibiza!" speaking of stubborn blondes, here she was now. leah flung an arm over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you gave keira a subtle nod that you'd be fine and she excused herself to return back to the group. 

"why you look so sad then?" your girlfriend slurred as she cupped your face in her hands as your own grabbed at her waist, steadying her as she swayed slightly on her feet. "nothing, i'm fine lee." you forced a smile, knowing now was far from an appropriate time to bring anything up.

"you're a terrible liar." leah shook her head, hooded eyes now shone with a little concern as you tried to relax, plastering a slightly more sincere smile on your face. "i'm okay, i promise." you tried to assure, gently rubbing circles into her hips as leah hesitated slightly before nodding.

"right, let's dance then. we're on holiday!" leah cheered drunkenly, slinging her arm back around you and tugging you back into the throng of people, this time a little deeper into the crowd than either of you had previously ventured. 

though not before she'd snagged alex's drink out of her hand along the way, sending her friend a cheeky wink and shouting a thank you over your shoulder.

shaking your head you reset yourself, allowing your body to relax a little into the taller girls tight hold as the music pumped around you, ground shaking with the intensity of the bass. having slowed down on your own alcohol intake to monitor leahs, you now grabbed her stolen drink from her hand, chugging it in one mouthful and wincing as the straight vodka burned it's way through you.

you coughed already feeling a little light headed as leahs booming laugh surrounded you, forever finding your inability to hold your alcohol amusing, relentlessly teasing you for it. but tonight she let it slide, far too high off her own buzz and the vibes of the club around you to bother.

worries temporarily washed away with the boost of liquid courage you loosened up, pushing slightly more into leah as the blondes hands began to wander your body, squeezing and pinching at any slit of bare skin she could locate. 

it wasn't long before her lips joined in, beginning their assault on your neck and collarbones as the two of you ground against one another to the beat, alex and a few of her other friends joining in close by.

time seemed to fly as you finally let loose and began to actually enjoy yourself, and before you knew it lucy was shouting in your ear that it was nearing 3am and she'd called a car to take you all back to the villa. 

having sobered up a little more now you nodded your agreement and stood on tippy toes, searching for leahs messy mop of blonde hair in the crowd, the girl having been whisked away by alex about a half hour ago.

after much push back from the taller girl and her partner in crime, and a joint tag team effort from yourself and lucy in reasoning with them, the four of you and keira were finally making your way out of the very much still alive club and onto the streets as lucy looked around for your uber.

though the lack of live music most certainly hadn't put a damper on alex and leah's night, the two girls now screaming sweet caroline at the top of their lungs as they spun one another round and round in circles. you'd given up trying to quiet them down, assuming that the more energy an incredibly drunk leah got out of her system now would make it much easier to put her to bed later.

"hello my pretty girl." speaking of. "hi my love." you smiled sweetly as the defender wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, resting her head on your shoulder and peppering kisses to your cheek. 

"dance with me!" she tugged on your hand attempting to yank you into the street where alex was twerking by herself in the middle of the road, lucy and keira busy arguing over who put in your pick up address wrong.

"there's no music!" you laughed as the girl dragged you away from the rest of the group. "i can fix that. scotty! some music if you please." leah cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted over toward alex who stopped her solo dance routine, breaking out into a very off pitch rendition of can't take my eyes off of you.

growing bored of that song she switched to islands in the stream, getting most of the words wrong as leah grabbed your hands, twirling you around before wrapping you in a hug, gently swaying the both of you from side to side. 

"it's like we're out with tooney." you laughed at your friends choice of tune, leah humming in agreement and you squealed as she suddenly dipped you before pulling you quickly back into her chest. "cars here lets go!" keira called out as a large silver van pulled up, alex sprinting off shouting for shot gun.

"do we have to go!" leah whined, tripping over her own feet as you grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the car. "yes we do." you chuckled at the state of her, the girl barely able to hold herself up. you lost count of her drinks after you'd seen her down her ninth jack and coke, and that was well before alex had pumped her full of shots.

"no." leah dropped your hand and crossed her arms over her chest as you stopped, one foot in the car and one still on the ground. "leah come on, in the car." you offered her your hand which she childishly smacked away, sitting down on the curb in protest.

"scotty! back to the club?" the captain slurred out with a nod behind her, alex quick to agree but lucy grabbed her hands as she went to unbuckle herself, firmly shaking her head. "we're going back later anyway babe. come on, it's time!" you called out, firmer this time as the two of you locked into a staring contest.

"sorry just give us a minute." you apologized to the uber driver who threatened to either drive off or kick you all out if a decision wasn't made quickly. "leah. get in the car!" you warned, raising an eyebrow in challenge as the blonde huffed, bottom lip jutted into a pout. "such bullshit!" she eventually gave in with moan and a roll of her eyes, struggling to get to her feet.

"christ sakes." you mumbled going over to help her up, stumbling slightly yourself as she leant her taller form into you. finally getting her into the car and wrestling a seatbelt onto her you dropped into your own seat with a sigh of relief as the uber driver took off, grumbling under his breath as alex took over the stereo.

the ride home was stiflingly uncomfortable to say the least, the heat radiating off of all of you after a night of drinking and dancing coupled with the thick ibiza humidity creating quite the hot box. 

at least leah had finally passed out, head dropping onto your shoulder and arms tucked tightly around your torso. though the close proximity of your bodies meant you shuffled uncomfortably every few minutes, combined body heats suffocating you. 

you were also having immense regret in the tight black dress hugging your curves, the material now clinging to you like a second layer of skin as sweat dripped off you like a waterfall.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you finally arrived to your villa, the other three unable to get out of the disgustingly hot car fast enough. "baby wake up." you nudged the soundly sleeping girl on top of you who stirred, lifting her head up and blinking a few times, clearly disorientated.

she tried to speak however whatever words came out of her mouth were not english. "we're back." you nodded over her shoulder to the villa behind you, the uber driver impatiently huffing as he met your gaze in the rear view mirror and you winced apologetically. 

thank god keira and lucy came to your aid, poking and prodding at their captain before the girl untangled herself from you and stepped out of the car with a grumble and a groan. unfortunately though it seemed her nap had only recharged her drunken antics, as once she stumbled in the front door and noticed alex making more drinks at the bar she perked right back up.

"oh god no." you buried your hands in your face at the sight of the two of them, mentally preparing yourself for what was now to follow, wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed. "we'll deal with scott, you go for leah." lucys hands landed on your shoulders as you nodded with a deep sigh.

"leah, can we go to bed please?" you tried asking nicely, the blonde now dancing on top of the bar with alex, music blasting from her best friends phone as they sipped on god knows what. "meet you up there." leah slurred out swaying to and fro, pumping her fists with her eyes closed to the beat as keira and lucy tried to convince alex to do the same.

you couldn't hear what was said over the music but it seemed to work as alex clambered down from the bar, keira quick to grab at her phone and stop the music, leah stopping her dancing with a frown. "aw no scotty come on!" leah whined, booing at the girl who only waved and hobbled off to her room.

"see even alex has gone to bed, come on." you tried again, leah reluctantly climbing down from the bar though not before reaching over to down a discarded shot as you hurried to pull her away from the selection of alcohol.

"come on man why you being such a buzz kill!" leah groaned in annoyance as you waved goodnight to keira and lucy, mouthing a thank you. "because it's nearly four thirty in the morning." you grunted out, struggling to drag leah upstairs as the defender slumped her full body weight onto you.

"sounds like sleep isn't needed then, we should just party on baby!" leah cheered loudly as you dropped her onto the bed, rubbing at your neck which was starting to throb and closing the bedroom door behind you. "leah! the others are trying to sleep." you shushed her as she started to belt out shania twain at the top of her lungs, hastily placing a hand over the blondes mouth.

"buzz kills, the lot of you!" leah huffed yanking your hand away before you slipped off her shoes, tossing them in the corner behind you. "hmm yeah that's it, undress me." the girl rested her hands behind her head, smirking at you as you rolled your eyes. "undress yourself." you tossed a shirt at her face and disappeared into the bathroom to take off your makeup.

though when you returned a few minutes later tying your hair up into a messy bun you couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you. leah had managed to take off the matching button up and shorts she wore out, however was now struggling to push her head through the arm hole of the large top you'd given her, muttering angrily to herself when she had no success in the task.

"stop that you idiot!" you laughed grabbing at her hands and pushing them away as you pulled at the top, leahs disheveled head now popping through the correct hole. "can you manage to unzip this please?" you asked the still heavily intoxicated girl who nodded, shuffling herself to the end of the bed.

"i will always take clothes off for you baby girl." leah slurred out as she tugged down your zip, clearly trying to have the words come across seductively however with the high levels of alcohol still pumping through her the sentence came out more gibberish than sexy.

you sighed in relief as you peeled the somewhat damp dress off of you and tossed it into the bathroom to be dealt with tomorrow. rummaging through your bag you tugged one of leahs old arsenal jerseys over your head, instantly engulfed in the familiarly comfortable scent of your girlfriend. 

"oh that's a bit cute." the girl cooed out with a lopsided smile, leaning back on her forearms on the bed. "such a shame its an arsenal jersey though." you faked a gag, leah gasping at your words as you stood between her legs at the end of the bed.

"don't you dare insult my dear north london like that." she warned, wagging a finger at you as you grinned. "i should really stop wearing it, belongs to some footballer i'm shagging." you teased as leah sat up to hug you, resting her head on your stomach. "just shagging?" she mumbled into the faded red material. 

"not currently shagging." you warned in a more serious tone, feeling leahs hands squeeze at your bum, the girl looking up at you with a cheeky grin. "why not! you're hot, i'm hot, hot people should sleep together." she slurred out and you shook your head in amusement. 

"because you're very drunk, and very drunk people should just sleep." you unwrapped her arms from around you, going to flick off the lights as leah laid down in bed kicking off the duvet. you turned on the ceiling fan, sighing in relief as the thick air around you slowly began to dissipate. 

navigating your way back to the bed in the now pitch black room your knee knocked at the corner of the bed, a gentle curse dropping from your lips as you reached out blindly, a pair of strong arms assisting your body to drop into the much welcomed comfort of the mattress.

"leah no! i meant it, you're drunk and you need to sleep." you laughed quietly and pushed her away as lips instantly attached to your neck. "fine." the defender grumbled with a huff, pushing her head back in your neck and clinging tightly onto you. 

one hand burying itself into her hair and scratching at her scalp, the other snuck up the back of her top and gently rubbed her back. within seconds you heard a soft snore as leah's head rolled onto your shoulder, her nose twitching slightly and you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbling an i love you into the warm skin.

your own eyes drooped shut, body relaxing into the safe cocoon of your lovers embrace, a persistent voice in the back of your mind reminding you'd likely need to do it all over again tomorrow. which you would in a heart beat, you'd do anything for the blonde wrapped up beside you, till the end of time. 

[moonstruckme]

Steve x Wednesday!reader and the gang really didn’t expect Steve to end up w someone so different from all his exs but also low-key think she’s way out of his league??? Found your fics and your writing is sick 😋😋😋😋

Thanks for your request sweetheart! I haven't written wednesday!reader before so idk if this was too much? Or too little? Anyway, I hope you like it, mwah <3

Steve Harrington x Wednesday!reader ♡ 698 words

You hadn't been at all nervous to meet Steve's friends. Really, they probably should have been more nervous about meeting you.

You could be a bit off-putting at first, with your impassive stare and clipped, to-the-point manner of speaking. The few other girlfriends Steve had introduced to his friends had greeted them with smiles and nervous laughter, and Steve had caught Dustin and Mike whispering about just that when you'd gone to the bathroom.

Overall, though, Steve thinks this is going pretty well. Nancy had liked your giant combat boots, Eddie loved that you had the same taste in music, and when the kids found out how much you knew about mages and battle strategy, they'd grilled you for a solid twenty minutes before Steve had called them off, complaining that he was going to dream about their nerd jargon that night if they didn't shut up.

Now, Eddie and the boys are discussing the edition of their nerd game they'll be playing next week (how it even changes from week to week, Steve can never figure out), and you seem to be listening with mild interest when you turn towards him suddenly.

"I have to go home," you say, in your matter-of-fact way. "I left a potion on the stove, and its six hours are almost up."

Steve blinks at you. He should be used to this by now, but sometimes your hobbies still take him by surprise. "Alright," he says after a moment. "What's the potion for?"

Impossibly, your expression darkens. "Something ate my venus fly traps, and I intend to find out what."

Steve declines to ask what you plan to do when you do find them, or how whatever you're brewing will accomplish that. "Okay," he stands, looking for where he left his keys. "I'll drive."

"No, you can stay," you say, as if it makes no difference to you. "I want to cut through the woods to find some belladonna on my way."

He's not going to ask what you want with the poisonous berries, either. "You sure, honey?" You nod, and Steve sits back down. He knows better than to bother arguing with you once you've made up your mind. "Okay, be safe, alright? Text me when you're home."

He tilts his chin up, and you lean down to peck him on the lips, a brief, chaste thing compared to what you prefer behind closed doors.

"Bye, Y/N!" Eddie calls, and a chorus of goodbyes follow you out. As soon as the door closes behind you, every eye in the room turns on Steve.

"Steve, what the hell? She's so cool." Dustin says, sounding almost shocked.

"Yeah," Eddie chimes in. "Where the hell have you been hiding her, Harrington?"

Steve grins proudly. He known they liked you, but it doesn't hurt to hear it out loud. "Yeah?"

"Um, yeah," Max says. "She's hilarious."

Robin nods enthusiastically. "She is! She's so funny, and smart, too. Honestly, Steve, it's a good thing you're nice, because she's, like, way out of your league."

Steve blinks. Okay, ouch. This compliment session seems to be taking an unexpected turn. Up until today, no one was out of Steve Harrington's league. "You really think so?"

"Duh." Robin looks around for support, but only Dustin is nodding, everyone else having fallen unusually silent. "Oh, you guys are cowards. She's gorgeous."

"I know that," Steve says defensively.

"She does have better hair than you," Nancy says, somewhat apologetically, "and that's kind of your thing, so."

Steve blows out an exasperated breath, slouching back in his seat. He thinks you have better hair than him, but he didn't know everyone else would think that. And of course you're far too good for him, but aren't these supposed to be his friends? Any modicum of loyalty they'd had between them seems to have vanished.

"Whatever," Steve says. "You guys are just jealous."

Eddie sighs, his eyes sparkling with exaggerated infatuation. "I know I am. Don't let her get away from you, Harrington, or I might take her for myself."

Steve rolls his eyes. As if he'd be dumb enough to let that happen. He's happy to be your charity case forever.

[puppie-b0y]

Stepbro!Charlie Walker

A/N- As a wise man once said- "OH MY DAYS, DONT CHAT TO ME❌️❌️❌️" Bro I've been thinking about this all fucking day and I need to write it out into the world. Is this what you came to my account for? Probably not, but it's what you're gonna get✨️🤭😍

WARNINGS - Stepcest, perv!Charlie, Stepbrother!Charlie, somnophilia, knives, dub con, throatfucking, possesiveness, throatpie, dacryphilia, knife kink if you squint, mentions of breeding at the end and overall just him being a gross loser...

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who wasn't all that thrilled to meet you when his dad announces that him, his girlfriend, you and Charlie were to have dinner together so his son could meet the woman he'd been seeing and her daughter

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who immediately had his eyes on you as soon as you walked into the restaurant. Jesus, she's fucking gorgeous He thought. As his dad waves you and your mother over to the table, his stomach drops.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who was obsessed with you from the start. The way you were quiet and awkward the first couple of times you had met. The way you always wore cute skirts and low-cut tops. Even when you were just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the jeans hugged your hips so perfectly, the shirt oversized and baggy, making him wonder how big one of his shirts would be on you.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who makes it his mission to get close to you and earn your trust just so he can finally feel you against him. "I'm a hugger" was his excuse. But in the back of his mind, he knows he only does it to feel your tits pressed up against his chest and your arms tangled around his neck.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who starts acting really weird once you guys get closer. Always so possessive when you start talking about your friend a little too politely. He's just protective of his stepsister, what else can you say? Although, it does get a bit weirder when he starts calling you his one day...

-Stepbro!Charlie, who rolls his eyes at whatever new date you're talking about and pushes you against a wall, grabbing your face harshly in his hand, making you look at him. "Your fucking mine, okay? Hey, don't look away. Look at me. You're mine. You don't need those other people, okay?" His voice whiny, but strikingly scary.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who knows you've been avoiding him ever since that little incident. Always making plans or taking extra shifts at work just so you didn't have to be at home with him. Of course, he couldn't stand that. He had to fix it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who walks past you in the hallway, the two of you home alone. He notices you trying not to make eye contact and ignore him and he fucking hates it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who pushes you against the wall once again, yelling at you, his voice still desperate, and yet still all the more frightening. "Is this because of what I said last week?" You can try to push him off of you, but he'll just pin your hands to the wall by your wrists and put his knee between your legs. "Just because you stop talking to me doesn't mean I don't stay updated on you." He smiles dont at you, his eyes softening."You haven't said anything to mom or dad about any more dates. Every time you go out, it's for work or a 'personal shopping trip.' You know you're mine."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who teases you when he gets the chance. You're wearing a skirt? Oh, you can bet on him bending you over the kitchen counter, grabbing the edge of your panties and snapping them against your ass, chuckling as you let out a little yelp. You aren't wearing a bra? He's lifting up your shirt and pinching your nipples, occasionally sucking on then for a short amount of time before he hears someone walking into the room.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who sets up cameras in your room, watching you when you don't even know it. Seeing you watch the horror movies he recommended to you, seeing you talk to your friend about how "Ghostface is definitely some hot, good-looking guy" and "Pretty people are always the most fucked up and weird", seeing you touch yourself while you watch hard-core, perverted porn. Fuck, what would you say if you knew? You'd probably be so fucking embarrassed.. so fucking adorable. And that's why he now needs you to know.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who waits for your guys' parents to leave for a date, excited for when they're gone. Five minutes after you hear the front door close, you get out of the shower, walking out of the bathroom and to your room naked, thinking you were alone. He sneaks into your room shortly after you and sees you facing away from the door, trying to pick out clothes. You bend over to look the your bottom dresser drawer and he sees just how pretty you pussy looks. He needs to fuck you. Now.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who, despite knowing how gross and wrong it is, puts on his Ghostface costume one night, planning to use you. He sneaks into your room once again while you're asleep and puts his hand over your mouth, a knife at your throat. "If you make a sound, I'll fucking kill you. God, you're just too pretty, huh?" He moves his hand from over your mouth and moves the black robes a bit, his bare cock now showing. "Here, I'll help you stay quiet." While positioning his tip at your lips. A few tears run down your cheeks. And you know what this gross, perverted fucker does? He wipes your tears with cock and forces your mouth open with his thumb. "Shhh, don't cry, it's okay, put my cock in your mouth and it'll be over soon, alright?" Slowly thrusting himself halfway into your mouth.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who watches you reluctantly suck on the tip for a few seconds before moving your head up so his cock went down your throat. It honestly shocked him. You had a knife pressing at your throat and a serial killer who broke into your home asking you to suck him off and you quickly obeyed. Just like that. His stepsister was that much of a slut. And God, was she fucking good at it. Taking his whole length down her throat, sometimes holding it there for quite a long time, closing her eyes. He wanted to take this chance. He finally had the chance to take off the mask and wait for you to open your eyes and look up at him once again, only to see that it was your stepbrother the whole time.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who isn't a fucking pussy. Throwing the knife down on your bed, along with the mask. ...okay maybe he was a bit of a pussy. He debates putting it back on and hurrying this up, realizing it might not be the best idea. But before he can decide anything, you look up at him, still deepthroating his cock and he sees your eyes widen and you gag a bit, pulling off and breathing heavily. He covers your mouth again "If- If you scream, I- I'll tell mom and dad all the weird stuff you've let me do to these past couple of months, I'll tell your friends." He slowly moves his hand away, praying you accept this. "Please, just let me keep going."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who is absolutely terrified right now. If you scream, he'd have to kill you, but if you didn't... if you let this happen, you'd be just as gross, just as sick and perverted as he is. ...but I guess we already kinda knew that, didn't we? As you take his cock in your hand and kiss the tip, you hear something you never thought you'd hear. He fucking whimpers.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who ends up getting too needy, grabbing your hair and very roughly gently fucking your mouth. Whining and and throwing his head back, closing his eyes as he feels his cock twitch. You moan at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat and that sends him over the edge.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who slams into your throat one last time, thrusting deeper than he ever has before and cums down your throat, not paying any attention his the way you're gagging around him and aggressively gripping his thigh and your sheets, eyes watering.

-Stepbro!Charlie who decides you had enough and laughs as he cleans himself up, leaning down to kiss you and speaking softly "Good girl, just remember, don't tell mom or dad or I'll have to hurt you, okay?" Leaving you in your bed, confused, tired, and wet.

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-Stepbro!Charlie, who decides that wasn't enough and he needs to breed you :)

[xstarkillerx]

Trans-Chaser Brian O'Conner (NSFW HC)

CW: trans fetishization, transphobia, use of T-slur, use of f-slur, I'm trans

In my head Brian will always low-key be a T-Chaser. This white, blond guy, masculine, easygoing, blue collar, drop dead fucking gorgeous— this guy who could go anywhere in the U.S. and fit right in, be well liked... He's a fucking CHASER! A fetishizer! And honestly a real piece of shit about it, but one thing he isn't is DL. Brian's been buzzed at parties before, talking about how the hottest bitches you'll ever see always have cocks, and he'll say that shit to anyone in the crowd that always seems to find him at parties and meets. He talks about how they always give good head, always know how to stroke a cock, how they aren't precious with dicks like "real girls are," they know how to get a man off, they know it takes spit and snot and choking and ruined makeup, ain't no looking pretty with a dick in your throat, but god can they take a dick.

He'll say "it's the girls with dicks you want sucking you off, but it's the guys with pussies you wanna fuck." He'll say the guys worship cocks so much they'll still bend over and take it up their cunts like girls, whine for it, arch for it, get wetter than you can even imagine, and it's so fucking easy to get into their pants because the hormones leave them gagging for it all the time, swells their clits into little dicks that just beg and weep for attention. He loves it, loves that shit, loves every bit of it, he's getting tight pants just fucking talking about it and he isn't shy about that either.

He'll take swigs from his bottle with a self satisfied smile because among the guys calling bullshit or straight up calling him a fag, he knows he's the kind of guy who can get away with saying this shit. He's so conventional, so pretty, so fucking well liked it takes nothing more than light hearted defending and a well placed comeback to get the crowd laughing and on his side again, like nothing he said was serious. How could it be? That's Brian, that's Bullitt, he's no faggot, he'll fuck one of these guy's girlfriends in the bathroom before the clock strikes 2:00am, nevermind he was just talking about sticking his dick in trannies. He's just that guy, people wanna like him.

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Lucas: Strawberry Munch your breath STINKS Pierce:dreamy sigh Lucas: who's that? Pierce: NO ONE Lucas: is it a girl? Pierce: wha- aha! nooo. i- Lucas: * gasp * it IS Lucas: MARCUS!! PIERCE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!! Marcus: WHAT Pierce: she- she's not my girlfriend Marcus: nah what makes you think that? let me see Marcus: that's a lot of hearts Lucas: she liiiikes you Marcus: '' i just made your birth chart '' dont know that she's talking about but there's no way she doesn't what you boy Pierce: * sigh * her name's Billie and again, she's not my girlfriend. but yeah i like her a lot Marcus: ask her out Pierce: she's from the city, there's no way i'm ever meeting her in real life. i don't think i'd survive that anyways, she's so pretty i could drop dead Lucas: you could start face timing, taking it slow and stuff. Pierce: i don't know… Marcus: c'mon, you're tall, gentle, athletic, good with kids Lucas: and animals Marcus: guys like you are the reason the bar keeps getting higher for us plebs Lucas: i'm already on my knees Pierce: i'll think about it Lucas: yay! e-dating! Marcus: alright, i have food to order Lucas: oh! can i see a picture? Pierce: sure Lucas: oooooh she's so pretty!!!! Pierce: i know, she's gorgeous. and funny and amazing and so talented Lucas: woah… your eyes change when you look at her Pierce: i believe i'm just clinically in love Lucas: i get it, sadly Lucas: what are you gonna do about all those girls that want to go to prom with you? Pierce: don't make me think about it dude, i don't want to break anyone's heart. and i hate saying no Lucas: what if… we go to prom together! in a non-gay way of course Pierce: good idea but- Pierce: aren't you taking-- Lucas: WOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Pierce: fine, alright! Lucas: we are gonna have SO much fun!!

[iznsfw]

Your Chaeyeon smuts are so good. Please post more if you can!

Spectacles

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 5 - Lee Chaeyeon

IZ*ONE's Lee Chaeyeon x Male Reader Smut

2568 words

Categories: girlfriend!Chaeyeon, date night, blowjob, deepthroat, facial, Chaeyeon looks so good in those glasses AAAAA

For @brokennightmares01, one of the best writers out there and my first collaborator <3 All his fics are so good and deserve all the love out there! Love you, man!

It's been a while since the waiter left to deliver your orders for this date night to the kitchen. Probably thirty or thirty-five minutes max. And the only thing keeping you patient is Chaeyeon, who looks extra pretty today, even for you, the guy who gets to wake up and see her beside you in bed everyday. She just looks so gorgeous, so damning pretty that she seems like the kind of girl that you'd take home to your mother and keep a secret due to.... frisky sessions in between visits and a wildness your conservative and reserved parents cannot handle.

Maybe it's because she's just so charming. She draws you in and keeps you hooked, and tests the waters with her free laugh. But, if anything, it's her laugh that made her for keeps. You like how she isn't like other people who tried to modify their chuckles just to seem attractive. Nothing against them, of course. Everyone can do anything and anyone. But it's just so much more satisfying meeting someone like Chaeyeon—or, much better, is Chaeyeon—who doesn't hold back or hide anything. With you, she can be herself, and vice versa. That's the definite reason as to why you like her so much.

As you rant in your head about her beauty, Chaeyeon looks at you with a laugh at the ends of her eyes. She finally lets it out, breaking into a fulk and beautiful smile, raising her brows as she offers you a rhetorical question that you'd answer anyway: "What, are you, like, that in love with me or something?"

You shrug with the same casual arrogance. Two can play this game. "Probably."

Chaeyeon interlocks her fingers and rests her chin on top of their formed flat, smiling at you again. "It's the glasses, isn't it?" she asks, semi-seriously this time.

Not a rhetorical question anymore. There's a knowing certainty in that grin of hers. She has finally figured you out. Nothing you can do about it now. Sigh and raise your hands in the air. "You got me."

"Ha! I knew it! You were looking at me weird the whole time since I put them on. It's like you wanted to fuck me in front of everyone."

She is... well, sort of right. Chaeyeon, besides having a gorgeous face, has a body to die for, so the 24/7 horniness allegation she holds against you is partially true. Her toned torso and legs have you salivating more than any meal in this expensive restaurant. But surprisingly, it's not her body that was the cause of your staring; like she found out, it's mostly the glasses. The round black-rimmed spectacles that sit formally on her nose and taunt you degradingly. Yeah, you like seeing your girlfriend look like a stereotypical book nerd, huh? Fucking pervert.

"Fine, okay. I have a thing for girls in glasses. The nerdy ones, the dorky ones... that sort of girl. Which is why I was a little shocked when I fell in love with you, and you didn't have them at first."

"So, basically, me being visually impaired and having astigmatism make me ten times hotter? And—oh, thank you." Chaeyeon thanks the waiter who has finally returned with your food and gives him your split check, before resuming her playful expression.

You nod, a little sheepishly. You aren't used to talking about your kinks so publicly, although the words you carefully chose and wove together didn't make it seem sexual, the polar opposite of Chaeyeon's choice. But you cannot help what you feel: so worked up just because of your girlfriend merely existing with those stupid frames.

"There's food now, oppa," Chaeyeon says. She gestures simply to the heaping bowls of rice, gravy, fish and chicken on the table. There is even a small cake between the two of you. Their mixed delicious scents make you even hungrier. "Eat it all up."

"Oh, I would. If I'm guaranteed a dessert."

Chaeyeon swipes her finger on the icing and places it in her mouth. Bite your lip to try and keep yourself together, but what she says doesn't help at all:

"Oh, it depends. Do you want dessert to come early?"

Your shoulders shudder slightly. "Kind of," you say.

Chaeyeon considers this and seemingly weighs her options. But in the end, she shrugs in a way that is similar to your earlier shudder and eats her meal. You are a little disappointed, but sex is not what you are here for. You are here to celebrate your third anniversary with Chaeyeon. Nothing will take you away from focusing on having a cuddly and happy evening.

The two of you eat the meal happily. You talk about the funny stories at work while Chaeyeon responds to each with a hilarious laugh. Meanwhile, she relays to you her dance practices and the moves she learns for each. There's Hype Boy by a new rookie girl group, Newjeans, and Fiction. Chaeyeon is a passionate dancer; it is her greatest talent, besides her singing.

In the middle of eating, she suddenly gets up. "I need to use the bathroom. You coming?"

"Sure, no problem. Wait." You stop, making Chaeyeon stop, too. "Is it a separate bathroom here?"

"What do you mean?" Chaeyeon is a little irritated now. Her impatience shows a lot.

"I mean, is it a bathroom for both men and women or—?'"

"It's a bathroom for both. Come on."

You feel a little guilty now for holding off Chaeyeon's bathroom break. But you just want to make sure you aren't accused of being a peeping tom by going in with her anyway at the women's bathroom. Not that you'd be one, anyways. You may have your kinks, but being like... that is not one of them.

You go with Chaeyeon to the bathroom. It is a single room with plenty of stalls. There is even a shower stall on the other aisle, which makes you wonder: Who the hell takes their shower in a restaurant? Definitely not you. You do not even like bathing in fancy hotels. It just feels wrong.

It is probably a stall for the night shift workers who haven't showered yet, you tell yourself.

There is no one else inside the comfort room. Everybody else is too preoccupied with their expensive meal, so Chaeyeon opts for the family stall, which is significantly wider than the rest.

"Want me to wait outside?" you ask meekly.

Chaeyeon shakes her head. "No, you come in [with] me."

She grabs your wrist with a wild tug, effectively dragging you inside the stall with her. The lock slides into its latch and shows the customers who may enter the bathroom a red color, an indication that someone is using it. But not necessarily to relieve themselves like the normal way of using them.

Chaeyeon drops to her knees in front of you. You gasp audibly. "Chaen, what are you doing?"

"Shhh, giving you your dessert! You said you liked me in glasses, right?"

"Yeah," you say, confused.

"How much more would you like it if you can cum all over my face while I wear them?"

Chaeyeon states the words so casually that you almost ignore the explicit context. But seeing her on her knees, looking up at you with puppy eyes behind that damned pair of specs, you kind of wonder what your answer would be to her statement.

She grows impatient. She is as impatient as she is insatiable. "Let me help you find out, oppa, okay?"

She fishes out your cock, gives it a few beginning jerks, and licks its sensitive underside. Let out another gasp that is again caused by her. She smiles cutely, then kisses your girth with an open mouth. Her tongue slides over your stressed veins and tip.

You are already so weak. "C-Chaen," you stutter out vulnerably. That's a fallible action from your side. Now, Chaeyeon knows your answer even if you only say her name. She now knows what exactly to do to fire up your senses and fill it with her only. Her smirk is as wide as day.

But she stops pleasuring your cock by mouth for a moment. Replacing her tongue with her jerking hand, she leans closer and gives your heavy balls a strong lick. She laughs at your shudder, but continues on as if she hasn't noticed it. She sucks lightly on them, coating them with her saliva, and then proceeding to your base again.

From there, she sucks you like a lollipop she can never get enough of. Your tip already leaks with precum; she collects it in between her fingers and plays with it, looking fascinated by it before daintily licking her fingers of them to test their flavor. Seems to be delicious; she moans a little after she tastes it.

That is when she decides to drink the precum directly from the source. Chaeyeon's lips circle your tip, then, her tongue swipes up and down between your slit. In response, your hand involuntarily reaches for her head. Shove it all doen her throat in one go, which she seems to be unprepared for. Must be the reason for the strange tightness in her throat that only happens when she cums while you pound.

Which brings the question: is she touching herself? Look a little down and find your answer. She is! While she sucks lovingly on your head, she inserts her fingers in between her legs, which are taut under the tight pencil skirt. Fuck, she looks so hot, feeding on your tip and getting off from knowing you find her so pretty in this position. Chaeyeon is truly your girl.

"Naughty girl," you say with a mock tsk tsk of disapproval. Your voice sends an exciting chill down Chaeyeon's spine. She loves it when you talk to her in "that" voice, when you call her names during sex. "Were you planning this all along? The glasses and all?"

"Hm. Maybe." Chaeyeon takes half of your girth in one go. Her tongue rotates around the taken length seconds before she lets go again. She looks up at you now with her hands on her lap, looking like the most obedient girl ever. "You never knew how to erase your search history, or use incognito."

Your blood runs cold. "I—I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't you now?" Chaeyeon lewdly bobs her head back and forth to accomodate your cock in swift, wet jerks. Her mouth lets out the warmest breaths, making your sensitive dick twitch in her mouth. "Don't worry, babe, I'm not mad. It's just that... you could have told me about your preferences a long time ago. You know you can tell me anything. You know you can tell me to do anything."

She fires you a flirtatious wink. You feel the sudden tightness that even your cock struggles to venture inside and you know she has deepthroated you. She is particularly skilled at that, with the way she lets your tip rub the back of her mouth and effortlessly takes you down her tight throat. The caress of her lips on your highly sensitive spots also shows that she knows what she is doing, and knows that what she is doing absolutely turns you on.

Moan a little as she deepthroats you again and again. There is minimal gagging from her end, but whenever she slips, her throat seizes your sword even tighter, making it a wonderful experience in any which way. "I'm sorry," you say. "I was too, fuck, shy to say it back then."

Close your eyes tight, but then remember that Chaeyeon is performing your sexual fantasies onto you right now, and choose to look down. Of course, you are not disappointed. She feigns an innocent and scared look in her large doe eyes, and sucks you off with a suction greater than any vacuum. Her mouth truly is a perfect cocksleeve, just as much as her pussy is.

Chaeyeon whimpers and squirms against her own fingers. They dip in and out of her silken core, stimulating her while she stimulates you. Her fingers must be pretty good if her cute, spankable ass backs into her hand just to feel the delicious entering of her digits.

But her mouth is just as good. You talk from experience; the suction of her lips feels amazing, combimed with her innocent doe-eyed look and the way her tongue laps you up like a treat. You are going to cum anytime soon.

"Chaeyeon," you say weakly. Breaths suddenly become hard to take as she increases her pleasuring of your dick. It is as if she wants to cover every bit of it with saliva, and due to that, each inch of your length is wet and sensitive. "I'm gonna cum."

Hearing this triggers her to remove her mouth from you. It's the last thing you want her to do, but at least she is giving you a frisky handjob. Her grip is a little too tight, squeezing a little too strongly, yet you enjoy it. You enjoy being jerked off by her.

"Cum on my face," Chaeyeon orders. "Don't be shy, I want all of it."

"Fffuck!"

Chaeyeon places her face closer to your cock and sticks out her tongue. It's just another deadly factor that adds to your violent orgasm.

Little of your semen lands on her tongue. Most go onto her face and glasses. But the look she gives you before you erupt—a slutty ahegao, a perfectly facial-worthy face—is the one that drives you the most crazy. The glasses are just the cherry on top.

WATCH HERE! Innocent nerd gets a facial in bathroom stall from boyfriend—So Hot! is the best title you can think of for this moment, as you take a mental snapshot and slip it into your heart forever: a messy, slutty Chaeyeon gazing up at you with ruined makeup and glasses, above a puddle of her own cum on the floor.

She swallows the cum she has gotten in her mouth languidly with a gulp. She can barely see now, but she knows you are just worked up as she is. "Happy anniversary, babe!" she tells you sweetly.

"Um, sir?"

There's a person directly outside of your stall. Judging by the formal black pants, you guess it is one of the waiters. Shit!

Try to be as casual as possible as you open the door. The waiter is met with the sight of a ruined Chaeyeon on the floor. "Yeah?"

"Um, I... no sex is allowed in the bathrooms," he says awkwardly. You can tell it is his first day. At the very least, he might be just another regular employee who is shocked at what he is hearing.

"Oh, we weren't having sex!" you lie. "I was trying to help her wipe off the birthday cake from her face. Her friends made a prank and got her like this."

"Oh." The waiter's face turns red. "Oh! I'm so sorry for assuming, forgive me."

"Nah, it's not a problem," chimes in Chaeyeon sweetly. "To be fair, I do kinda look like I got a facial."

The waiter hands you tissues to help Chaeyeon take off the "icing" from her face. After the two of you fix up, you continue eating your meal like nothing happened. It doesn't matter; there is more excitement awaiting you at home.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: You and Jake head east to Texas for Thanksgiving and to meet his parents.

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Chapter 8: Lone Star

Before it really registers you find yourself in the Austin airport the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving walking towards the arrivals area. Jake's parents are going to pick you up and the closer you get to the arrivals area where you are meeting them the more nervous you become. Questions start flying through your brain.

"Will they like me? What am I walking into?"

Memories of meeting Liam's family flash through your brain.

You must be putting out a certain vibe, because Jake takes your hand and tells you,

"I can hear you overthinking this. My parents are two of the most harmless people on the planet and I promise you they are going to love you."

"Okay, I'll relax," you answer back, sounding more confident than you feel.

You round a corner into the arrivals area and you spot Jake's parents right away, his dad is the same height and build as Jake with the same intense green eyes, his hair more gray than blond, but most of all it's the same smile that catches my attention. His mom is also pretty tall, a few inches shorter with blond hair and blue eyes, and a pleasant look on her face as she scans for Jake's face. You see the moment she recognizes Jake and her face radiates pure love, it's adorable.

"Jake, over here! Jake!," his dad shouts to get Jake's attention. You work your way through the crowd over to where they are standing. Jake's mom engulfs him in a smothering hug.

"It's so good to see you, Jakey. It's been too long," she says while still hugging him. Jake's dad lets his mom have the moment and he gives Jake a pat on the back and Jake gives him a nod in recognition. His mom finally breaks the hug and looks over to you.

"Jake, introduce us to your girlfriend, where are your manners?" she prods Jake. Before he can speak, she says to you,

"Really he was raised with manners, I promise."

You laugh and say,

"I can verify that he uses them, most of the time."

Jake is finally able to get into the conversation.

"Elsa, these are obviously my parents, my dad Thomas and my mom, Sharon. Mom, Dad, this is my amazing and lovely girlfriend, Elsa Matthews," he says.

Instantly, you are engulfed in another mom hug by Sharon. She steps back leaving her hands on your upper arms.

"It's so good to meet you at last, we've heard so much about you. Aren't you just the cutest thing, Jake didn't mention how pocket sized you are." The Texas accent stands out in the way she pronounces thing more like "thang".

Jake's dad steps over and puts a hand on Sharon's shoulder.

"Honey, we don't want to scare her off right away," he says with mock exasperation to Sharon and she releases me.

He sticks out a hand for a handshake and says,

"Nice to meet you, Elsa. You can call me Tom."

"It's nice to meet you both," you respond finally.

Your group makes your way to the parking garage and are on the road quickly. The car is filled with conversation between Jake and his mom mostly with a few responses from you and Tom. The day catches up with you and you nod off falling asleep against Jake's shoulder.

Jake gently shakes you awake and the bright interior light of the car feels like the sun searing your fresh from sleep eyes.

"We're here," Jake says in a low voice, although you can't really tell where "here" is beyond the large concrete driveway in front of a gorgeous two story ranch house with a wrap-around porch that is illuminated by a high yard light.

Jake and his dad pull your bags out of the car and you all make our way into the house.

Sharon goes into full mom/host mode.

"Can I get you guys anything, hungry, thirsty?" she asks.

You respond,

"A glass for water would be great, Sharon."

She seems happy that she has something to do and grabs a glass, fills it with ice and water, and delivers it to you.

"Thank you," you respond, remembering that manners apparently matter to her after how she chided Jake in the airport.

Jake grabs your bags and heads up the stairs.

Sharon starts up again,

"So, Jake says you're from Michigan and an aerospace engineer."

"Sharon, let the kids get some rest. You can ask all your questions tomorrow," Tom says kindly from across the kitchen.

Jake reappears and grabs a glass for water from the cabinet.

On cue you yawn,

"You're right, I think the day has finally caught up to me. I would love to crawl into bed."

"El, I'll show you where we're sleeping," Jake grabs your hand and leads you upstairs.

He leads you to his room, he opens the door and waves his arm like a bellhop,

"Your room, madam," he says in a cheesy French accent.

"Thanks, babe. I am definitely ready to hit the sack."

You give him a kiss on the cheek. "Bathroom?" you ask before he goes back downstairs to reconnect with his parents.

"It's through that door," Jake replies as he leans into the room and points, "Goodnight, I'll be up in a little bit."

You go through your nightly routine in the ensuite bathroom and throw on a loose t-shirt for sleeping. Looking at the walls, you can tell that this was Jake's childhood bedroom adjusted a little bit to fit a queen bed in it. One wall of the room has shelving on it that holds trophies, photos, and some other momentos including a well loved stuffed giraffe, you assume was Jake's as a kid. The trophies are mostly for baseball and football, although there are a few academic awards mixed in. You smile at the headshot of a young Jake in his first year at the Naval Academy. The same smirk is there, but there's a softness and innocence, too.

You finally turn towards the bed and crawl in. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep.

The next morning it becomes apparent that the Seresin household are early birds. You wake up to the loudest breakfast ever being made; a cast iron pan drops on the floor and sounds like a gong. Jake is hilariously sleeping through all of it, probably conditioned by years of the noise.

He is wrapped around you with his legs and arms, holding you close to him. You try to wriggle out of his grip and just as you are about free, Jake pulls you back against his chest.

"Good morning, sunshine," he says with a sleepy voice.

"Jake, I need to pee, can you let me go?'

"Fine, fine, fine, but I want you back in bed no matter how good my Mom's french toast is."

You escape to the bathroom and relieve yourself. Crawling back into bed you lie facing Jake.

"How can you tell she's making french toast? Does it sound different?"

He laughs, acknowledging how loud the breakfast prep is,

"Nope, she knows it's my favorite so she makes it the first morning when I come to visit."

"That is so sweet."

"You're sweet," He says as he moves forward to kiss you. You return the kiss, but pull back before it develops into something more heated. He whines a little at the loss of contact.

"You've really sold me on the french toast. Quick question, is your house a show at breakfast in your PJs or a get ready for the day and then show up?"

He looks at you bizarrely,

"Umm, it's a show up however you want house. I didn't really know there were other options."

"One of my mom's weird rules, PJs were only for sleeping in and never left the bedroom, you came down for breakfast fully dressed, hair, makeup, the whole thing."

"That is a weird rule, pajamas are welcomed at the breakfast table."

"Yeah, my mom had a lot of weird rules."

You and Jake throw on some more clothes and head downstairs. You are greeted by Sharon getting some breakfast items ready and Tom seated reading the news on his phone with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, how did you guys sleep?" Sharon chirps.

"Very well, where could I find a coffee mug?" you ask Sharon just as Jake is giving her a hug.

Jake answers,

"Cabinet to the left of the sink top shelf."

You make your way over and try to reach up to grab a coffee mug and it's out of your reach. Jake laughs as he stands behind you and pulls a mug down for you and one for himself.

"Thanks, dear. I can tell this is a house of tall people," you joke.

"I'll help you out, short stuff," he says as he kisses your forehead. Sharon has peeked over her shoulder and is watching your little interaction with a soft smile on her face. You finally find the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. Jake heads to the table to take a seat. Before you leave the kitchen you ask, "Sharon, is there anything I could do to help you?"

"Oh, no thanks, dear. I appreciate you asking though," she answers and waves you off to the table.

Sharon soon serves up amazing french toast and bacon.

You take your last bite, and let Sharon know,

"These are great, I like the spices in there. Jake did not oversell your french toast."

You can tell she is pleased with the compliment.

A list appear from Sharon's pocket, she places it on the table as she says,

"Alright guys and gal, we have a few last tasks to do to get ready for Thanksgiving. Tom, can you go find the roasting pan for the turkey? It's in the basement somewhere. Jake, you and Elsa can ride over to the Manton's and grab some wine. That way she can see the place and experience some of the real Texas. Jake, think you can pick out a wine to go with the meal?"

"The Manton's have a winery," he says to you,

"Actually, Elsa's pretty knowledgeable about wine, what are your thoughts?"

You give Jake an incredulous look for putting you on the spot,

"I like wine, I don't know if I'm an expert. So something to go with turkey. How do you prepare the turkey?"

"Actually, I'm trying a new recipe this year, heard about it on NPR. I cannot do another boring roasted turkey. It's a brined turkey with apples, basil, and chili peppers. You put a whole bottle of a dry white wine in the bottom with some veggies and it's supposed to make good gravy."

You wrack your brain trying to think of a pairing,

"I like the sound of that. It's a little nontraditional, but a Pinot Noir would go good with it. I think the usual whites would get lost in those strong flavors, plus the Pinot Noir would help temper any heat from the chili peppers."

"That sounds delightful, Jake mentioned you're an excellent cook and apparently a wine expert."

You blush a little at the praise and feel a little warm inside knowing how much he has told his parents about you. He talks to them weekly, pacing around the house as he talks.

"I like to cook and have read a bit about wine, so I'll call those things true. Now I'm wondering what else Jake has told you about me."

"All good things, dear. I can tell how much he loves you."

Now it is Jake's turn to blush.

"So, how about that horse ride?," he says, grabbing your hand, "Can't come to Texas and not ride a horse."

"Is that on the tourist brochure?" You reply as he drags you upstairs to get ready.

You get dressed quickly following Jake's lead of jeans, a t-shirt, and in the absence of cowboy boots like the ones Jake is putting on, sensible sneakers.

You're delighted when Jake pulls a dark brown cowboy hat off the top shelf in the closet.

"Are you for real?" you squeal as he puts the hat snugly on his head.

"What?" Jake asks, clearly confused.

"You've just turned into a Texas Cowpoke Ken doll," you tease, waving your hand up and down his outfit.

Jake narrows his eyes,

"It's practical for horse riding and it's what we do in Texas."

"I mean, it's all working really well for you, it's just I didn't expect you to actually have for reals cowboy boots and a hat."

"I grew up on a cattle ranch in Texas, what did you expect?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"So, how do I get one of those?" you ask, sauntering up to him and running your fingers along the crisp edge of the hat. He gently grabs your wrist and pulls it down to his chest.

"You have to earn it, sweetheart," he replies, the Texan accent coming out a little thicker than normal.

"Maybe I'll just steal yours," you try to snark back. Jake raises his eyebrows and that familiar smirk appears.

"I'll let you in on a little Texas secret, hun. You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy," he says as he pulls you close for a kiss.

The whole scene of Jake in his cowboy boots and hat and the banter back and forth has poured fuel on the perpetual ember of lust that you carry low in your belly for Jake. You lean heavily into the kiss and slide your hands into Jake's back pockets of his jeans.

He breaks the kiss and steps past you, knowing he has won.

"Time to ride, El!" he shouts as he slaps your ass, chuckling at your frustration as he exits the room.

You let out a small whining noise, take a deep breath, and follow him. It's going to be a long couple of days.

Chapter 9

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Blind Date

Summary: Blind dates aren't always the worst Words: 992 A/N: Just a little fun drabble for my homestate baby boy.

Blind dates are the worst. The anxiety about meeting a new person, the awkward small talk, never knowing if you were going to end up on the news or not. Her friend, Shelly, begged and pleaded with her to go out with her boyfriend’s roommate. 

“Ducky, please! I will owe you so big,” Shelly pleaded, using the nickname given to her friend in kindergarten. “Jake said he’s been moping around for weeks!”

“I don’t do blind dates for a reason,” she refused.

“But it’s not like it’s a stranger! I know him and his last girlfriend dumped him and since I’ve been with Jake, he’s been in this…jealous funk.”

“Shells,” she sighed, “I doubt we’re even compatible. And you know how I feel about Jake.”

“Yes, I know you think Jake is the cockiest asshole on the planet,” Shelly sassed, “but Javy is really nice! And it’s only one date!”

“He’s roommates with Jake, Shelly, he can’t be that great,” she scoffed. She wasn’t sure how anyone could tolerate that cocky facade for longer than just a few minutes, much less live with the guy. It’s not like his ego left any room for anyone else to breathe, anyway.

“Please, Ducky. One date. For me. I’ll pay for your next hair and nail appointments.” She could practically see Shelly’s pout and puppy eyes through the phone.

“Shelly, I can pay for my own hair and nails.”

“How about VIP tickets for Kenny Wayne Shepherd at the House of Blues?”

“And how would you get these tickets?” she questioned her friend.

“I have ways. Please, Ducky. For me”

“I swear, you owe me so much,” she groaned, making her friend whoop.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” Shelly chanted. “He’s going to plan everything and I’ll give him your address and he’ll be there Friday at 7. And stop stressing out. I can feel the tension through the phone.”

“I hate you right now,” she grumbled, eliciting a riotous laugh before she could end the call.

Friday evening rolled around and, despite the indecisiveness about her outfit and the amount of time she spent on her uncooperative hair and makeup, she was ready before seven. She poured a glass of wine to calm her nerves and try to stop herself from overthinking. The timing couldn't have worked out better; as soon as she set her empty glass in the sink, the doorbell echoed through her house.

She took a deep breath and checked her makeup one last time before opening the door and finding a breathtaking man with short, black hair and gorgeous tan skin. His white tee was covered by a light brown sweater, neither doing much to hide the thick muscles underneath. 

She caught herself eyeing him up and down with her jaw dropped. She composed herself with a slight shake of her head, her gaze returning to his dark brown eyes, smirking when she realized he was doing the same thing. 

He cleared his throat and said her name, hoping that he was in the right place.

"You're Javy, then?" she questioned.

"Yes ma'am," he replied, bowing slightly, a lopsided grin on his face. "Shall we?"

She nodded with a bright smile, reaching behind her for her clutch and keys. Javy offered her his arm once she was satisfied with the door lock and escorted her down to his car, opening her door and making sure she was settled before walking around to the driver's door.

"So, Javy," she said as he started the car, "what do you have planned?"

"Shelly said you weren't one of those girls who liked big, extravagant first dates so I thought dinner at Fiona’s, a walk along the river, then drinks at Molly's and maybe, if you haven't decided you hate me by then, we can find a spot at one of the other bars that have live performances."

She was shocked at how well thought out his plan was, and how perfect it sounded. Maybe Shelly had a good eye after all. "That all sounds wonderful."

The awkwardness that she was worried about was completely gone by the time they made it to the restaurant. Javy's hand stayed settled on the small of her back as they walked, only shifting when he opened a door or pulled out her chair.

The restaurant was quiet, sparsely populated despite the time of night. Their server was also discreet, allowing them time to get to know each other.

They found out that they had both grown up in the New Orleans area, just a couple of blocks from each other. Those blocks sent them to different schools and different groups of friends, but it left them wondering if they had ever bumped into one another before.

As they walked along the river, they drifted closer and closer, their arms brushing with each step. Javy kept the conversation flowing, telling stories of crazy instructors and death defying flights. 

They meandered through the streets to Molly's pub, walking in with their hands entwined and smiles on their faces. The bartender nodded at them with a smile and reached for a bottle of liquor. “Have a seat, loves, I’ll bring your drinks over.”

Javy looked at his date with a confused smirk. “You come here often?”

“Often enough to have a regular,” she chuckled as a malibu and pineapple was placed in front of her. 

“Why haven’t we met before?”

“Not the right time, I guess. But we’re here now. What do you propose, exactly?”

Javy grinned and leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. His hand cupped her cheek and he felt her smile against his lips. He pulled back with a sigh, his eyes fluttering open to find her with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. “Any changes to the proposal?”

She hummed and bit her lip as she thought, turning back to Javy with a smirk. “How about we revisit that tomorrow night? Same time?”

“Oh, honey, you are on.”

[lihikainanea]

I have a situation and I need advice.

I have 2 friends with benefits. J is 6’4 fit, gorgeous face, pretty eyes, all my friends rave about how hot he is but he’s HORRIBLE in bed. He’s nice and funny and honestly great in every way except bed. And it’s not even like his dock is small, it’s not! And he goes down on me, but he’s just bad at everything. I’ve given him tips and told him how I thought I liked it done, but even then he’s somehow still SO BAD. Now he wants to be my boyfriend and he surprised me with a music box that plays the theme of my favorite show and drove across town to get my favorite baked goods from the fancy pretty bakery. Just ugh! Perfect movie quality shit here.

Now I said I had 2. If I’m his girlfriend then I have to give C up. C is a lot younger then me(I’m 32, he’s 22) and is also shorter than me (I’m 5’10, he’s 5’7) but the boy can put it down better than anyone ever in the history of sex. I mean he can get me off so hard, I can’t see and I feel drunk. And then do it again. And the man has a perfect penis, but sex is all he is for me and he feels the same with me I am sure. He is very open and honest with me and will tell me about girls and even ask advice. It’s a really chill no jealousy type deal.

Everyone in their right mind would go for the gorgeous thoughtful lawyer that’s my own age but dammit I’ll have to go spend a thousand dollars on sex toys and get myself off in the coat closet or something.

Talk some sense into me. Please

ohhhhh it's a SECKS situation. I love these.

Look, ya' girl Lei is all about dat chemistry, you know? Because not only is it nearly impossible to find, but it's absolutely impossible to fake. Maybe you're different, but chemistry doesn't build from nothing for me. Some people "click" with the people they're dating after like, 3 months but my sister in christ if I don't click with a man within 3 seconds of meeting him, we're never making it to 3 months. I've always been like that. Chemistry is immediate for me.

But look, I need to ask you a real serious question here: do you actually like J, or do you just feel like you should? Because sometimes we're kind of brainwashed, and good guys are just so rare and hard to find--sometimes when we meet a nice guy, we feel like we have to like him. Because he's actually nice. And he's doing everything right. And if we can't like a guy who checks all the boxes and does everything right, then maybe we're doomed.

But sweet nani, you don't have to like him. You just don't. It's okay that he checks all the boxes. It's okay that he literally does everything right--he's sweet, he's kind, he's caring. It's okay that he's all those things and it's okay for you to still not click with him.

It's a bitch, but it is what it is.

Now, to his defense--sex skills can be honed. They can be improved upon with a lot of patience and a lot of open communication. But you just...you don't really sound like you're into him. You sound like you don't know why you're NOT into him so you're just kind of hanging around, waiting for a wet soggy log to light the bonfire flame of your inner goddess.

Meanwhile you got you a short king with a blazin' match and a bottle of pure alcohol, going all pyro on the flame of your inner goddess, and has a wickedly mean weenie to boot. If you're both honest with each other and feelings aren't involved, and if you continue to be honest with each other--then I say go for the fun. The mean weenie. THE SCEPTRE OF SECKSY.

Nice guys are amazing, but if you stick with J and your heart ain't in it, you're robbing a fellow girl of the exact guy that she's looking for--and hell, maybe the sex for her will be amazing.

[mountsmason]

Monaco Memories

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summary: you and your boyfriend rúben travel to monaco for the f1 grand prix, not knowing that your ex-boyfriend mason, who still has feelings for you, would also be there.

pairing: rúben dias x reader, ft. mason mount

a/n: this idea has been stuck in my head for a while but I'm not confident in writing a full fic so I did an instagram au instead ,, enjoy !!

the original idea: the reader working for city as a photographer where you meet rúben and eventually start dating. he takes you to monaco for the grand prix, where you where you see mason, your ex. despite the breakup being messy, he still has feelings for you so whenever he'd see rúben hold you close or do cute coupley things, you could sense the jealousy.

➪ can be read as a sequel to platonic lies

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↳ philfoden I was missing you and rúben 😔

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yourusername surreal moment 😵‍💫

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johnstonesofficial nope not jealous, nope 😀

↳ yourusername you sure you're not jealous?

↳ johnstonesofficial nope 👍

↳ yourusername 😂😂

masonfan1 anyone else notice mason liking all of y/n's posts?

↳ masonfan2 who even is she ??

↳ masonfan1 ruben dias' girlfriend

↳ masonfan2 someone should tell mason 😂

↳ masonfan2 you guys are reading too much into it all, it doesn't mean anything

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masonupdates mason and rúben dias at the monaco gp today

masonfan there's something off about this photo 🤔

rúbenfan rúben doesn't look very happy...

May 29, 2022

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rúbendias ✅

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rúbendias Monaco 2022 🇲🇨

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masonfan1 mason's been cropped out👀

↳ masonfan2 I think rúben's seen mason liking all of y/n's posts

↳ masonfan1 or something else might have happened

↳ masonfan2 like what??

↳ masonfan1 maybe he tried flirting with y/n in front of rúben

↳ masonfan2 nooo he wouldn't do that

May 29, 2022

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rúbendias ✅

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rúbendias my girl ❤

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yourusername eu te amo muito❤

↳ y/n&rúbenfan you know portuguese?!?!

↳ yourusername just the odd phrase here and there that rúben's taught me 😅

masonfan1 @masonfan2 look at the caption ...

↳ masonfan2 okay maybe you were right about mason trying something 👀

May 29, 2022

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➪ read the next part here

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part one

This is part one of a series I'm writing! Find the masterlist here.

Colson x Original Female Character, Pete X Original Female Character

Warnings: language, alcohol and drugs mentioned, talk of virginity and mentions of sex, mental health and self-esteem mentioned

Note: This is an au where they aren't famous. The band exists but they're just college kids.

Word Count: 2065

I’ve always been the one who gets picked last.

When I was in elementary and middle school, I was always the one chosen last for the team, too skinny and unlikable, or maybe just too invisible to be picked. In high school when I finally had a group of friends, I was never the one that guys went for. I had one boyfriend in high school because my best friend wanted to double-date, so she set me up with her boyfriend’s best friend. We lasted two weeks before I got the ick and broke up with him over text message.

Maybe it was for the best. I had no interest in actually dating guys in high school. I just liked pining after the ones who would never know I existed. It was safer that way; I couldn’t be rejected or get hurt. I found solace in my head, in spending time alone and learning to like it. 

I had no interest in sex in high school; it grossed me out and scared the shit out of me, so even if I’d had a boyfriend, I would have never been able to get past making out with him. I was too uncomfortable in my own skin, and the thought of letting someone else see me caused me so much anxiety that it made me sick. 

By the time I was 21, I was still a virgin and it was humiliating. All of my friends had lost it and had slept with more than one person at that point, and there I was, never having even gone past making out. I finally lost it to one of my guy friends and cried on the drive home. A year later and I haven’t gone any further than a few handjobs and one blowjob, and I still haven’t had a boyfriend.

I still feel like guys look right through me. I’m not sure why. I think I’m pretty enough, relatively tall with pale blonde hair and green eyes. I wouldn’t say I’m supermodel beautiful by any means, but I’m not ugly. All of my friends tell me I could have anyone I wanted, but I know that isn’t true. 

For all of those reasons and more, I can’t wrap my head around why I’ve found myself in the situation I’m in: torn between two gorgeous men who both want me. I want them, too. Both of them. I have no idea how to handle it, and I know it’s all going to crash and burn soon enough. 

My life is pretty boring. I don’t really do much other than spend time with girlfriends, do schoolwork, work, and sleep. I’ve decided that this year, I’m going to have some fun. I’m going to meet guys and stop being so timid about it. I’m going to go to parties when invited rather than turn them down like I always do. I’m wasting my youth and I don’t want to do it anymore. 

So when my classmate and friend invites me to her band’s show, I say yes. 

Sophie is my closest friend in my creative writing program. She’s a horror writer but she’s also a kickass guitar player. She plays in a local band with quite a following; they’re attempting to make it big. I have no idea if they’re good or not; this will be my first time watching them perform. Sophie is the only girl in the band, so she told me she needs girlfriends there to support her. 

She told me it was a basement show, nothing too fancy, so I don’t have to dress up. Still, I��m not really sure what to wear to something like this. There’s an afterparty at Sophie’s bandmate’s house and I’m invited to that, too. It’ll be a smaller group of people and she’s insisted that I’ll love her friends. I’m anxious, but excited, too. I hope she’s right. 

It’s still warm out, so I decide on a black bodysuit and some high-waisted jean shorts with my favorite high-top Converse. I French-braid my hair, knowing it’ll be hot in the basement, and keep my makeup and jewelry light. I’m feeling good when I leave my apartment, stopping to pick up another one of our classmates, Alicia. 

“I hope they’re good or this is gonna be awkward,” Alicia says dryly, applying lipstick in my car mirror. 

I chuckle and glance at the GPS. “We’ll support her nonetheless,” I tell her. 

“Honestly, they can suck all they want. I’m just going to see the guys in the band,” she says, then moans. 

I wince and laugh. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Alicia shoots me a look, her brown eyes glinting. “Have you not seen them?” she asks incredulously. “Every single one of them is fucking hot.”

“No way,” I say skeptically, glancing at her momentarily. 

“I mean it,” Alicia says, pulling her phone from her purse. She navigates for a few moments, then holds her phone out. “My personal favorite is the drummer, Rook.”

“Rook?” I ask, glancing at a picture of a guy with a nice smile, wincing. “What’s with the braids?”

“Hey, don’t knock the braids,” Alicia says defensively, pulling her phone back. “His name is JP but he goes by Rook. They all have nicknames. This is Slim, he does the keyboard and stuff.” She turns the phone back to me, phone displaying a picture of a man with warm, brown skin and a beard. “Brandon is his real name, but no one calls him that.”

“Okay, he’s cute,” I offer. 

“Baze, or Steve, plays bass,” she says.

“Baze. Bass. Got it,” I say, glancing at a picture of a man with incredible hair and a beard to match. “He’s awesome.”

“And sexy,” Alicia adds. “Justin plays guitar.” Another picture of a man, this one with short dreadlocks. She’s not wrong, every single person is good looking. 

“And finally,” she says. “The one that gets all the panties wet.”

“Ew,” I interrupt.

“Kells, the lead singer.” Alicia holds her phone up and I have to do a double-take. On her phone is a picture of, quite possibly, the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, nose rings, jewelry in his ears and on his neck and on his fingers. Skin littered with tattoos.

“Holy shit,” I say, taking her phone to ogle him while at a red light.

“I told you,” Alicia  says smugly. 

“Is Kells his real name?” I ask, still fixating on the photo.

“Colson,” Alicia says. “Most people call him Kells because their band is called-”

“Machine Gun Kelly,” I answer for her, nodding. “Gotcha.”

The light turns green and I reluctantly hand Alicia back her phone. My skin feels slightly flushed and my heart is beating a little faster. All from a picture. I blow out a breath to regain some composure. 

“Colson is single, by the way,” Alicia says, since I don’t ask. “But I guess he doesn’t really date. He mostly sleeps around.”

“Gotcha,” I answer, trying not to sound disappointed. I snap out of it quickly, though, because there’s no way that someone who looks like Colson would go for me. 

Soon enough, we arrive at the venue and park in the parking lot. We go inside and squeeze our way into the basement, already stuffed to the gills with people and stiflingly hot. I look around, taking in the haze of smoke hovering above the bodies, smell the scent of cigarettes and weed and the slightly fruity hint of vape smoke. My eyes land on the stage where a couple of people are testing instruments. I don’t recognize any of them from the pictures, so I assume they’re crew.

“How popular are they?” I yell to Alicia over the noise.

“Pretty popular!” Alicia calls back. “Decent amount of streams on Spotify, I think.” I just nod. 

We squeeze our way to a spot near the front, and we spot Sophie standing by the side of the stage, a beer in hand as she talks to someone…was it Justin? She turns to spot us and squeals excitedly. “You made it!” she gushes, waving us over. We embrace her together. “This is Justin, the other guitarist. Justin, this is Alex and Alicia.”

“Nice to meet you,” Justin says, shaking our hands. “Glad Soph’s friends could make it.”

“Show’s starting in five minutes, let me grab you beers,” Sophie says, waving for us to follow her. Behind the stage, there’s a small area with tables, equipment, and a fridge. Sophie extracts two beers and hands them to us. 

“Sophie, these your friends?” a voice asks. The guy I recognize as Rook, the drummer, approaches, and Alicia blushes. “I’m Rook.” He shakes our hands, holding eye contact with Alicia for a moment. I feel a slight wave of insecurity. It’s always someone else before it’s me. 

Sophie turns her head. “Kells! Slim! Baze!” she calls. “Come meet my girls!”

Three men approach, and my eyes immediately land on Colson. Holy shit, he’s even hotter in person. I will myself to relax, play it cool. The guys shake our hands, and sure enough, Colson’s eyes barely skim over mine before he’s looking away, seemingly too cool for this interaction. I’m ready to get into the crowd where I can hide again. 

“Five minutes,” a woman calls out to them, and the boys scatter. Sophie leads us to a spot in the front row and my heart rate eases just a little now that I’m not in the presence of so many gorgeous men. 

“Hot as fuck, right?” Alicia says with a smirk.

I shrug. “Not like I have a chance with any of them,” I mutter.

Alicia frowns. “That’s so not true, Alex,” she says.

I raise a brow. “Colson barely noticed me. Rook was eye-fucking you.”

“He was, wasn’t he?” Alicia gushes excitedly, and I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smile. Before our conversation can continue, the lights dim and the band comes out. The room erupts in deafening cheers and I link arms with Alicia as the crowd begins to swell and shift. 

“What’s up, we’re Machine Gun Kelly,” Colson says into the mic, another cheer following his words. “Thanks for coming out.” He puts the pick to his guitar and into the mic, shouts, “2, 3, 5!” Immediately, the band breaks into song and I’m instantly impressed by the way they blend. 

Colson starts to sing and it’s like my eyes glue themselves to him. I can’t look anywhere else. He’s captivating, the best stage presence I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve been to many concerts. The way he moves, the way he plays the guitar, I’m unable to take my eyes off of him. The song moves into the chorus and I fall in love with his voice, the raspy depth of it, the way it moves over the syllables and notes. Fuck, I’m so attracted to this man. 

All night, I try to watch Sophie, try to watch Baze on the bass or Rook on the drums, but my eyes always drift back to Kells. Colson. No wonder every girl wants him. He’s like the human embodiment of sex. 

The show ends and everyone claps wildly, including me. It’s the best show I’ve ever been to in my life, and I’m immediately disappointed that it’s over. Alicia turns to me, eyes wild and excited. “Holy shit!” she yells.

“That was fucking incredible!” I say, adrenaline rushing through me. “Wow!”

“Let’s go find Sophie!” Alicia says, taking my hand. We make our way backstage and Sophie runs at us, embracing us again.

“Sophie, holy shit!” I gush. “That was incredible!”

“Thanks,” Sophie says, beaming widely. 

“Good show, Soph,” Colson says, wrapping her in a hug.

“That was amazing,” I blurt, looking at Colson.

He gives a lazy smile. “Thanks,” he says, and immediately, he’s gone again, going over to hug Rook.

“You coming to the after party?” Sophie asks. 

“Of course,” Alicia says.

Sophie glances over her shoulder and leans in conspiratorially. “Rook thinks you’re cute,” she tells Alicia with a smirk. 

Alicia squeals. “Oh, I’m 100% sucking his dick tonight,” she says matter-of-factly, and Sophie and I crack up. 

“We’ll probably be there in like an hour,” Sophie says. “Gotta clean up.”

“We’ll go grab something to eat,” I say. “See you there!”

[smoooothoperator]

Monaco (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: Y/N is Tom Holland's manager and this year she attends with him to the Monaco GP. What if she meets one of the Ferrari drivers?

Word count: 1896

A/N: Sooo this is my first work. Hope you like it❤

Since I was little, Tom and I were friends. I grew with him and got to see every step made into Hollywood. I met all of his friends and become a little group were Zendaya and I were the only girls. Harrison and I worked with him, he's his assistant and I'm his manager, so we travel together a lot. This year, after all the press interviews of his last movie he wanted to take us to a vacation to Monaco, the same week the Formula One is taking place there. The city is full of cars and people, and it's easy to be caught by some Tom's fans an the streets.

"Man, look at those pretty cars" Harrison was living his life, watching all the Ferrari and Mercedes parked in front the building "Haz you are drooling" I laughed looking at my friend "I mean, they are cars..." "Are you for real? Y/N look at those beatiful machines" Tom sighed walking near a Ferrari "Oh, so fucking gorgeous"

I laughed looking at my best friends being in love with two cars and when two men dressed with red shirts came near them they stood up real quickly.

"Are you Tom Holland?" one of the asked with an strange english accent. "Oh God, and are you Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz? The Ferrari drivers?" Tom has his fangirl mode activated. "Yeah" they laughed and Harrison started to talk with them.

I'm standing away of them, letting the four men talk, while I'm talking on my phone with one of Tom's sponsors, and I started to feel a pair of eyes locked on my back. When I turned around I saw one of the drives, don't know his name, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" he asked turning all the attention to me "I saw Harrison with Tome in media, but... you?" "Oh, I'm his manager" I answered walking near them, placing myself between Tom and Harrison and touching Tom's shoulder "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" "The pleasure is mine"

Oh damn, flirting are we?

The drivers said goodbye to us the doors of the red Ferrari that was near us and the one who filtered with me started the engine of the car making Tom and Harrison shout of happiness.

"Will you see the race?" the driver asked me with a smile on his lips. "I think so" I smiled at him feeling how my checks started to burn. "I'm Charles, by the way, Charles Leclerc"

Tom and Harrison laughed loud signaling my blushed face and I kicked both of their arms. We started to walk to our after graving something to eat on the steet and when we arrived to our suite OK the hotel I booked I started to call one of Tom's sponsors who is here in Monaco.

"Come one, Y/N. Stop working, we are here for relax and forget about work." Tom complained taking my phone from my hands. "But..." "No buts, enjoy." Harrison interrupted me covering my mouth with his hands "Plus, can we talk about how Charles Leclerc started to flirt with you? He had heart eyes" "Oooh, that's true!" Tom started to jump in his seat, clapping and laughing "He even asked you if you were going to see the race" "He wasn't flirting, he was just... being polite" I sighed rolling my eyes. "And why did he started following you on Instagram?" Tom took my phone on his hands when it turned on with a notification "Oh! And he sent a message to you!"

I stood up front the couch and walked to my bed with my phone between my hands, opening Instagram and reading his message.

charles_leclerc: Hey it's me, Charles Leclerc. I wanted to know if you can come to the Ferrari paddock with Tom and Harrison?

I smiled reading his message while bitting my lip.

me: Hi Charles, sorry we already have an invitation from RedBull... but of course we're going to walk near! I think Harrison wanted to have a look to the cars

charles_leclerc Oh, well... So, do you like Monaco?

I laughed softly. He changed the topic so quickly that o even se that coming.

me: I haven't seen too much, only the harbor and some nice shops... but it's pretty

charles_leclerc: Do you want me to show you the city?

I gasped in surprise, sitting on my bed and looking at the screen of my phone.

"Guys?" I shouted, hearing their footsteps coming near me. "What?" they shouted looking at me worried. "I think Charles Leclerc asked me to go with him on a date" "I KNEW IT!" Tom exclaimed "Okay so, what did you said?" "Nothing! I mean, what if he's joking? I'm sure he is..."

Tom rolled his eyes and started to tap on my phone, writing a message for Charles. He smiled and then put the phone on the bed.

"You have to get ready, he will come in an hour" "He what?" "Go on. And put something red" Harrison smiled and they left me alone on my room.

Sighing I opened the suitcase and searched for something to wear but nothing red. I dressed with a midi black dress and some sandals and painted my lips with a red lipstick.

"He's here" Tom said looking outside the windows, waving to someone on the street "And he has the Ferrari we saw this morning. Damn Y/N, enjoy the drive and then describe to us how the car was" "You are a freak" I laughed opening the door.

Leaving the hotel Charles opened the door for me with a big smile and started to drive on the streets. He showed me all the important places and personal places like his mother's house or the school were he studied when he was a kid. Some fans who recognised him started to cheer for him and he waved to them with a smile on his lips.

"Is like that everyday? Like you walk on the street and everyone knows who you are. Aren't you stressed about that?" I asked him looking at all his fans. "Not really. Well, it's true that when I race here I feel a lot of pressure because you know... it's home and they are my people. But you know... is really good to feel the support of them" he explained smiling to me. "I guess so..." "And how it is being Tom's manager?" "Is like if I'm taking care of a child! I'm always looking that he doesn't spoil a movie, or swear on public TV... but I love him, he's my best friend since I was little" I smiled, moving my hands while I speak. "I have to confess that the first time I saw you Carlos and I thought that you were his girlfriend " he sighed. "God, no! Never in a million years" I laughed.

He smiled to me and parked the car. I looked outside and when I saw that we are on the top of Monaco I sighed with happiness.

"Wow, what a wonderful view" I smiled looking at the sea "Thank you for the ride, Charles" "I hope you enjoyed it" he smiled grabbing my hand and walking to a bench.

None of us talk, instead we enjoy the silence looking at the sea. I didn't notice that his hand is still holding mine but I don't care, it feels right.

"You know... when I saw you this morning the first thing I noticed was you, not your friends" he said, squeezing my hand "Like, yeah they are Tom Holland and Harrison Osterflied, but... you are beautiful" "Charles..." "I don't want you think that I say this to every girl a see" he interrupted me "I mean it. You are gorgeous, Y/N"

I smiled and placed my head on his shoulder, leaning on him I little.

"Come to my garage tomorrow at the race" he whispered. "But I already talked with RedBull" "Only you" he insisted, interviewing our hands and caressing my skin "Please" "Okay..."

He laughed softly and stood from the bench. He drived me back to my hotel and I promised to meet him tomorrow at his garage, waving goodbye to him. Opening the door of the suite I'm welcomed my Tom and Harrison asking me about the date.

"It was... fine" I answered with a smile "The car, I mean. The date was actually really good." "Do you like him?" Tom asked with a smile. "Well... I only know him since this morning, but he's kinda cute"

The next morning we walked to the track, Tom waving to all the people who recognised him and laughed when McLaren started to put the SpiderMan theme song on their garage. When I reached the merchandising shop I stopped to by a Ferrari shirt and put it on me quickly, making Tom and Harrison laugh.

"What? I'm going to their garage, at least I should wear something for them" I sighed at them. "You like Charles " Harrison singed hugging my shoulders ", and that's really cute." "Yeah, whatever"

I stopped in front of Ferrari garage and Charles waved at me with a smile on his lips, dressed already on his driver suit. I followed him and sat where he indicated me before he reached to the car.

The race started, and he was first because he finished first yesterday on qualification. But after some minutes something happened to his car.

"No. No. No." He said via radio.

He can't race anymore, his car stopped working only at the warm up lap. The garage started to move stressed and requested for a safety car to bring Charles back. My phone started vibratting and the screen lighted up with a Tom's message.

Tommy: That was Charles, right?

Me: Yeah...

I heard the door of a car closing and the next thing that happened was a surprise to me. Charles started to walk towards me and he hugged me in front of everyone.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked caressing his back. "I'm not" he whispered on my neck.

He started to shake and I searched for help with my eyes. A woman watched us and she waved to me catching my attention, making me go away from him and catching his hand walking in front of him. The woman lead us to an empty room and she smiled at me before closing the door.

"Hey" I put my hands on his cheeks lifting his head up. "No, please. Just... hug me."

I sighed and hugged him. He started to cry on me, wrapping me with his arms and making me caress his hair.

"It's okey to cry, Charles. I'm here, not going anywhere " I whispered softly.

He sat on the couch and I sat on his lap, humming on his hair trying to calm his nerves. When he stopped crying I took his face between my hands and dried his cheeks with my fingers.

"Everything is fine" I smiled to him.

He looked at me and started to lean on me, looking between my eyes and my lips. Our foreheads are touching and in one second his lips are on mine.

"I only know you for a day... but I already like you, Y/N" he sighed on my lips making me smile. "I like you too, Charles"

[marchtomydrums]

Wildcard 2

Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot x Reader

After your talk with Delana, you decided to hold off on the conversation with Olivia until after dinner. When you arrived back at your apartment hours later Olivia was already in the middle of cooking. She smiles when she sees you enter the kitchen. “Hello, beautiful.” she greets. “Hi.” you smiled walking towards her. She halts her stirring long enough to lean over and place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Did you have a good day? How was lunch with Delana?” she asked. You smiled nodding your head as you took a seat at the breakfast counter. “Yes, I did. She says hello. What's all this?” you asked? “What do you mean? I always cook dinner well unless I'm working late.”

“I know but this just seems like a lot.”

“Ah. Well, I couldn't decide on what to make and I wanted to try a couple of new things.”

“You’re really excited about tonight. Aren't you?” you asked. Olivia turns to you “Well yeah. I haven't seen Alex for a long time. She was my best friend.”

“She was a little bit more than that wouldn't you say?” you mumbled.

“I guess so. Are you okay?” she asked.

“I'm fine. I'm going to change,” you replied walking out of the kitchen.

“Okay. Alex will be here in 30 minutes,” she says receiving no response.

Olivia sighs turning back to the stove. She's hoping that once you meet Alex it will be smooth sailing from there. However, she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be as easy as she hoped.

30 minutes later you walked out of the bedroom fully dressed. Walking further downstairs you can hear multiple voices causing your stomach to do cartwheels. Taking a deep breath you walked into the kitchen in search of Olivia. Rounding the corner you see your girlfriend and a woman you assume is Alex. Olivia sees you first as she makes her way toward you. “Ah, there she is. Alex this is my girlfriend y/n. Y/n this is Alexandra Cabot.” she says introducing the two of you. As if you weren't nervous enough about this situation the woman in question just had to be drop-dead gorgeous. You give her a small smile as you shake her hand.

“It's nice to meet you.”

“It's nice to meet you too. Olivia hasn't stopped talking about you since we saw each other,” she says.

“I bet,” you mumbled sarcastically. Alex chuckled awkwardly looking toward Olivia. Olivia gives her a small smile. “Well dinner is ready. Why don't we go into the dining room?” Olivia suggests? Alex smiles walking toward the dining room. You hang back letting her go first only to be tugged back by Olivia. “Be nice,” she growls in your ear making your body tingle.

Throughout dinner, Olivia and Alex held most of the conversation. As much as you wanted to hate Alex you couldn't deny her beauty. Listening to her speak about her days in Congo and her mission thereafter only proved to you how easy it would be to fall for this woman. However, the little voice in your head refused to give in so easily. Your stubbornness has always been an issue and tonight was no different. The fact that Olivia was in love with this woman made your blood boil. And even though you knew it was childish you couldn't help it.

The sound of laughter pulled you out of your thoughts for a split second. “Great!” you thought to yourself. “ Even her laugh is beautiful and her smile. God no wonder Olivia fell for her.”

Shaking your head you tried to stop your racing mind just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation. “You mean the trip to Spain? “ Olivia asked. The blonde nodded. “We didn’t leave that room for days,” she smirked.

Olivia smiles as if she’s replaying the moments in her head. And just like that, the green-eyed monster was back. You couldn’t help it Olivia is yours and only yours. You huffed getting up from your seat “Are you guys done?” You asked motioning towards their plates. The blonde nods smiling as she hands you her plate. Walking over to Olivia she grabs your hand. “You don’t have to do that baby.”

“It’s fine. I’m going to clean up and then take a bath.” You replied shortly snatching your hand back. Looking over towards the blonde you put on your best smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you as well. Hopefully, we can meet again.” She says sweetly. You smiled nodding your head as you walked off.

Olivia stays behind long enough to walk Alex out. “I really missed you Liv,” Alex whispered. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I know you have y/n and she’s wonderful even though I’m positive she doesn’t like me very much.”

Olivia chuckles “She just needs time. She’s used to being the only one.”

“I understand I wouldn’t want to share you either. However, if she changes her mind I’d be happy too.” The blonde replies leaning in to kiss Olivia’s cheek.

Olivia chuckles “Good night Alex.”

“Good night Liv.”

Olivia closes the door sighing against it once it’s fully shut. She was hoping that once you met Alex it would be an easy transition. But after your behavior tonight she wasn't sure and she knew she needed to get to the bottom of it. Once she got herself together she headed toward the bathroom in search of you. She was ready to scold you but stopped once she saw you resting your head against the tub with your eyes closed. You finally looked relaxed and that made Olivia happy. “Baby,” she called out causing you to open your eyes and look up at her. “I know that this seems out of the blue and I understand if you're feeling a little unsettled. But I promise tonight was just dinner between old friends and hopefully new ones,” she explains deciding to take a different approach.

“I know.” you sighed.

“Then why the pouting and bratty behavior?” She asked.

You sighed sitting up in the tub “Liv... it's common knowledge in our world that when a master asks for a third it's because they're unhappy. Not only are you asking to bring her into our bed you're asking for her to be a part of our relationship. How am I supposed to feel?”

Olivia shakes her head kneeling down beside the tub. She reaches over to cradle your face in her hands. “Look at me,” she orders. Sighing you do as she asked making eye contact with her.

“I don't care what is common in our world. I am not unhappy. I love you. I only asked to bring in Alex because I thought it would be fun and something we could both enjoy.”

“But why her? Why bring in someone you know? Someone that you clearly loved... You two have a history that I’m not a part of. You two know each other in ways that I will never be able to know.”

“Y/n listen to me. I did love Alex once upon a time. We’ve been friends for 20+ years and yes she knows me. But she only knows the Olivia I was not who I am now. Things were different back then. She doesn’t know this me like you do and I don’t know the new Alex. Alex changed after she came back and she hasn't been the same. But either way, I wouldn’t do something that you aren’t comfortable with and you know that. Even if we decide not to include her in this I’d still like to be friends with her again.” Olivia explains.

You nodded your head feeling guilty for your behavior. Olivia deserves to have friends and she clearly misses her friendship with Alex. It’s not right for you to ask her to give that up.

“Olivia?” You called out to her. She looks at you with a smile.

“Yes?”

“I’m enough right?”

Olivia looks at you in confusion “What?”

“I wouldn’t ask you to end your friendship but if I chose to say no to the rest…am I enough?” You asked your voice cracking with emotion.

“Baby is that what this is about?” She asked.

You nodded your head avoiding her eyes as tears sting your eyes. Olivia stands grabbing your robe and helping you out of the tub. Once she gets you tucked in the robe she lifts you up carrying you to the bed. Laying you down gently she climbs in to lay beside you.

“Look at me.” She orders.

You cried avoiding her eyes. “Y/n baby look at me please.” She whispers softly. You whimpered looking at her.

“You’re more than enough. You’re my everything. I’m sorry if I ever gave you a reason to think otherwise. We don’t have to add Alex or anyone ever if you don’t want to. And you don’t ever need to do something because you think that I’m unhappy or unsatisfied. You’re worth more to me than anything else in this world. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“I mean it. I love you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.” She whispered kissing your lips. You sighed into the kiss as your tears fell freely. Olivia pulls back wiping your cheeks smiling at you.

“I promise that I will give her a chance. We can spend time together and see how it goes.” You tell her.

“Only if that’s what you want.” She replies.

“It is. I’m sorry for how I acted.”

“It’s okay. You just have to talk to me, baby. Don’t hinder all the progress we’ve made because you feel like I won’t understand or that I don’t care. I do care and I promise whatever you tell me I will try my best to understand.” She says.

You nod your head resting it on her chest as you close your eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered. She smiles hugging you tight. “I love you too.”