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I KNOW BETTER THAN TO CALL YOU MINE

Pre outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader || 7k

Summary: Joel lets himself have a treat. You.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, slight age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel is 30), sex work, idiots in love, soft Joel, praise kink, size kink, f/m oral, cum eating, alcohol consumption, m!masturbation, sex toy usage, bondage, protected/unprotected piv, creampie, light pussy spanking, somno, aftercare, mention of degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey). Reader has hair, wears dresses. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: this is for @janaispunk ‘s 1500 kisses challenge. My prompt was ‘first kiss’ with Joel Miller. Congrats again, Jana, and thank you for the fun challenge!😘 The pic in the m/b is from this post by @liminaltourist. Hugs and kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘🫂 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 The title is from the lyrics of ‘Let’s fall in love for the night’ by FINNEAS. Hope you will enjoy this story! Love you all!💖

MASTERLIST

Joel met you at Tommy’s birthday party and was instantly attracted to you. You were beautiful, sweet, funny, a little shy which he found charming. You told him that you worked as a waitress, meanwhile looking for a steady job after graduating college. He spent the whole night talking to you. The whole night being a couple of hours when he had a sitter for Sarah. Joel noticed a trace of sadness in your gorgeous eyes while you two were saying your goodbyes and for a second he regretted the way his life turned out. A single father at the age of thirty, working tirelessly to give his daughter the best life he could. But all the regrets vanished into thin air the moment he returned home and saw Sarah, sleeping peacefully in her bed. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and quietly went to his empty bedroom. She was his life and he was ok with it.

Next time when Joel went out with Tommy for a drink, he asked about you in passing. He tried to make it seem like a simple curiosity but his younger brother still gave him a knowing smirk. Joel really liked you but his life was hectic enough. Work and being a single parent took all his time and he couldn’t squeeze in a relationship. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend, he thought, and you deserved only the best. But your image— your eyes, your smile, your body, was flashing behind his eyes again and again, reminding him that he had needs and desires.

After a few beers and tequila shots, their conversation circled back to you and Tommy blabbed out that you worked as an escort. Joel was astonished. You seemed shy and sweet. He had never been against sex work but he always imagined a different type of people in that business. He didn’t know what to make of it but he felt his cock twitch, thinking of how sexually liberated you were.

He thought about asking for your number, but Tommy would tease him to death and he decided not to.

The next time you met Joel was at another Tommy’s party. Joel agreed to come, wanting to see you again. You talked and laughed like before but the air was almost electric between you two. The glances were darker, your hand brushing his skin here and there made him want more— touch you, feel you close against his body. He could save up and do all that if you agreed. So he made a decision and offered to drive you home when the party was over.

As soon as Joel parked his car at your driveway, he cleared his throat and asked if he could see you sometime.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Your voice was soft and a shy smile tugged at your lips.

“Ehm… fuck, I —I know what you do,” Joel admitted, turning to you slightly in the driver’s seat, “Tommy told me when he was drunk. Forgive him and me, please, ok? And— I don’t know what you call that, but— can I meet you for an appointment?”

Your face fell and you were blinking at him with a mouth agape. Joel’s heart froze- what if Tommy had been fucking with him and you didn’t sleep with people for money.

After a few longest seconds of his life, you took a deep breath and gave him a little nod. Joel asked you about the details and you explained to him what he needed to do to book a session with you and though you were talking about sex, it sounded cold and dry. You gave him a little smile before getting out of the car and he drove off with the thought that he had made a mistake.

He really didn’t plan to call you, thinking he had killed whatever spark and connection you two had, but his thoughts returned to you again and again. He was hearing your laugh everywhere and your face was behind his eyelids every time he went to sleep.

One night after a few beers he imagined you in his bed and his hand flew to his already stiffening cock. He shut his eyes and saw you next to him, naked and ready for him. Pleasuring himself, Joel imagined your hand wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, then your mouth sucking on his tip and soon he was spurting his load all over his stomach and fist. He could have you, you already agreed to it, and he deserved to feel good, to treat himself once in a while. With those thoughts on his mind he texted you and booked a session.

Joel tried to be on time for your first meeting, but everything seemed to go wrong that day and when he arrived at a hotel, you were already waiting for him at the bar. He showered you with apologies for being late but you assured him that it was ok. He felt the flames of desire, when he took you all in. Your black dress was hugging your body perfectly and he couldn’t wait to take it off you.

You had already got a room for them so Joel followed you to the elevator. He had never been that nervous in his life. You must have noticed it, so you took his hand and gave him a warm smile.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this, Joel.”

“Never done this before,” he admitted when the elevator doors opened and you walked to the room.

“It’s ok, Joel. I’m sure we’re going to have a great time,” you said, smiling to him, and opened the door.

When Joel stepped inside, he saw a typical hotel room with one big bed. You turned to him and asked,

“Before we start, do you have any questions or suggestions about what you want us to do?”

Joel swallowed loudly.

“I want —, he scratched the back of his neck and continued, “just the usual, I guess.”

“The usual?” you repeated with a little smirk.

“Yeah, just sex.”

You pouted your lips in thought, then smiled with mischief in your gaze and slowly came up to him.

His breath hitched when your behavior changed in front of his eyes, like a little kitten turned into a panther in a matter of seconds. You looked the same but there was an allure in your every move, each glance was magnetic, as if you were calling for him to touch you, fuck you. You were irresistible. Your body was inches away from him, your perfume subtle but enticing, enveloping him, and you purred,

“I don’t think we want it to be ‘just’ sex, Joel. How about we make it special.”

Your tongue caressed your lower lip and he slowly leaned down. You swiftly swerved him and instead of tasting your lips, he nuzzled your cheek.

“I’m sorry, Joel— I don’t kiss on the lips during sessions.”

“Oh fuck, sorry.” Joel felt really bad and explained, “I got carried away... I’ve read the rules you sent me… I remember no kissing part, like in “Pretty Woman”,” Joel chuckled, rubbing his scruffy cheek in a nervous gesture.

You giggled, too, probably trying to make him feel more comfortable, “Yes, just like in “Pretty Woman.”

Without noticing it, he tried to memorize the sound of your laugh, how pretty it was. You slightly pulled away from him and tilted your head.

“How about I take the lead at first and then we’ll see how it goes?”

Joel nodded. He wanted to take your dress off, carry you to the bed and fuck you till you screamed his name. But he was afraid to do something wrong, he’d never been in that type of situation. You took his hand and gently caressed it, your fingers dancing over his hardened skin. Then he watched you bring it to your red lips and kiss his palm. You glanced up at him with your big beautiful eyes, not taking his hand away and his whole body reacted to your gentle touch. He was getting hard.

You led Joel to the bed, your fingers intertwined with his, and gently pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down. You slowly took your dress off and he tried not to start drooling like a cartoon wolf, seeing you in front of him in a black lacy set.

You stood between his spread thighs and bent over to tug at the hem of his dark tee. He helped you to take it off and when you kneeled in front of him, he almost moaned. Your beautiful face was so close, he wanted to kiss you so much but he couldn’t and he’d never do anything you didn’t want.

You unbuckled his belt and softly asked him to take his jeans off.

Soon Joel was sitting there in his boxer briefs with you on your knees between his spread thighs.

"You're so hot, Joel," you whispered, as your dark gaze slid over the expense of his broad shoulders and chest, and your nails slightly scratched his muscular thighs.

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look, wearing your lingerie and your high heel shoes, how much he'd been thinking about you since the day you'd met but his mouth was dry and he felt himself like a teenage boy who was trying to compliment a hot girl.

You weren't aware of his inner torment. As always calm and confident, you leaned closer to his torso and kissed a spot on his chest, right over his heart. Joel took a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. He couldn't believe what just a gentle chest kiss from you was doing to him, but he was already painfully hard.

Your lips glided lower and you started leaving open mouth kisses, tracing a path down to the bulge in his boxers, and he opened his thighs wider to give you more space. When your face was close to his clothed cock, you rested your head on his left thigh and looked up at him.

“Fuck,” Joel cursed and growled at the sight of you so close to his already throbbing manhood. You were so pretty, so obedient but even on your knees he felt that you controlled the situation.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?”

You smiled hearing the pet name and asked,

“Can I take you in my mouth?”

His cock visibly twitched when he heard your soft voice and the words you uttered.

“If you want.”

You bit your lower lip and asked, rubbing your cheek on his hairy thigh.

“I do but would you like me to?”

Joel nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly but he didn’t care. He wanted you so much.

With a content smile, you sat up straight and shifted on your knees, getting comfortable. Then you pulled at the waistband of his boxers and in a second they were on the floor and his cock was bobbing in front of your face. Your breath visibly hitched and you glanced up at him.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Joel Miller,” you whispered and he wanted to kiss you again, hearing the praise. But instead he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. You purred into his touch but parted from his palm in a second when you lowered your face and kitten-licked the fat tip of his cock. Joel sighed and bucked his hips already impatient for more. You didn’t make him wait long.

Your lips soon welcomed his cock between them as you started taking him deeper, covering his length with your warm saliva as your hand was firmly wrapped around his girthy base.

Joel moaned loudly at the sensation, he didn’t care what sounds he was making, completely lost in the pleasure your soft lips and skilful tongue were giving him.

Your mouth was slowly caressing his cock as your curved up lips were sliding over his sensitive skin and your tongue danced around the fat head, now and then stroking the leaking slit. There was so much precum, he saw you swallow it again and again. Your hand was gently massaging his balls and his big palm was lying on your head, not pushing, just showing you how much he needed you at that moment. Joel was in heaven.

Soon you took all of him and your throat contracting around his length was the last straw. He was dangerously close to coming and painting your mouth creamy white. But he had other plans for you.

“Shit, baby,” he cupped your cheek and gently pulled you off his ready-to-explode cock, “you’re too fucking good at it. I won’t last. And I wanna..”

He lost his words as you were looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of understanding and warmth.

“Of course, Joel.” You slowly got up on your feet and took off your high heels. Then you padded to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Joel saw a few toys lying there and his heart started to beat faster when he imagined using them on you. Maybe he could suggest it, he mused inwardly, but when you started sliding your panties and bra off your body, he lost his train of thought.

Now completely naked you came up to him and placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Then you planted your knees on each side of him and got on his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel said in a low voice as his hands found your hips and he rubbed your skin with his calloused thumbs.

You thanked him, smiling, and opened the package with your teeth. You brought the condom to his hard cock, slid it on and then got up on your knees, your pussy hovering over Joel’s tip.

You searched for his eyes and as soon as your eyes locked, you started sinking on his thick length.

Joel watched pleasure twisting your face while his cock was slowly parting your insides. He moaned at the sensation of your wet warm pussy welcoming him, grasped your hips tightly and when you took all of him, your ass was flush with his balls, you both loudly sighed.

“You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight.”

“Thank you, Joel. Your cock is so fucking big.”

He took a sharp breath, hearing you curse, and at the back of his mind he wondered if you said it to every client but he drove the thought away. He needed you too much.

Your breasts were right in front of his face and he asked, looking up at you, as if you were a goddess he was praying to.

“Is it ok if I kiss your body?”

“Yes, Joel, please. You can do anything to me.”

“Just not kiss your beautiful lips?”

“Joel,” you whined and he felt you clench around his hard cock.

He scolded himself for those words as soon as they left his stupid mouth. It was the thing you kept for yourself, he understood and accepted it but his desire drove him insatiable.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s a rule. I understand it. It’s jus’ my brain doesn’t work properly, all the blood is down there.”

“Oh, right,” you softly giggled, “Let me shut you up then.”

You lifted your hips, making his cock almost leave the heaven of your cunt, but when the tip was close to slipping out, you sank back down on his manhood inch by inch, gliding your hands over his broad chest.

Joel’s mouth got slack and you both moaned at the ecstatic sensation of him, filling you up again.

With a groan Joel swiftly put his mouth on your breast and you whimpered when he swirled his tongue around your perky nipple. While he was gently sucking and licking your tits, you were languidly riding him, as soft whimpers were leaving your half parted mouth. At one point you nuzzled his forehead and your hot breath on his lips let him imagine you kiss him. His fingers dug into your hips but just for a second. Afraid to hurt you he glided them over your back and arms. He raised his lips to your neck and kissed your skin there.

Joel knew that he was getting close. His hand slithered to your pussy and he slipped his thumb between your folds. He found your clit hardened and throbbing for attention. He began stroking it slowly and you reacted immediately with the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Joel,” you breathed out and he clenched his jaw, trying not to explode right then and there.

“Want you to come on my cock, baby.”

You stopped bouncing on his member and he saw you furrow your brows in concentration.

He made his thumb dance faster over your bud and soon your pussy was pulsating around his cock. Your contracting walls sent him over the edge and he started coming, filling up the condom inside you. Oh, how he wished to paint your walls with his creamy load but rules are rules.

As you both started descending from your highs, panting heavily, Joel held you in his big arms and you rested on his broad chest. You were breathing into the crease between his neck and shoulder and at one point he thought you’d fallen asleep.

But the next second you sat up straight on his lap with a satisfied smile. You gently kissed his scruffy cheek and he tried not to purr like a happy cat.

You cuddled a little bit more but soon his time was over.

“Can I see you again?” He asked when you got out of the bed.

“I’d love to, Joel,” you replied, putting on your underwear, “Text me when you have a day in mind.”

You looked like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. You put on your clothes, kissed his cheek again and left.

After the first time with you Joel knew immediately it wasn’t the last. The need to have you, to be with you again squeezed his heart as soon as that hotel door closed behind you. But he wasn’t rich. He couldn’t spend all his money on you. So he started saving up here and there, anything he could, without damaging the level of life of his daughter.

He texted you as soon as he had enough to pay you and you told him that your regulars got a discount which was a nice surprise for him.

Joel invited you to his place. Sarah was at a sleepover and he had the house for himself for a night. He needed just a couple of hours, no way he could afford a whole night with you.

When you arrived at his place, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, his mouth immediately started watering. He tried to be a gentleman and a good host and gave you a tour of the house, but when you stepped into his bedroom, all his decency came crashing down. Soon your jeans were discarded on the floor while his head was between your trembling thighs. Joel was licking up your juices straight from the source, grunting into your wet cunt and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole. He was fully clothed, grinding his hard cock against the bed and staining his gray sweatpants.

You were singing for him so beautifully when he began plunging his thick fingers in and out of your heat while his mouth was gently sucking on your throbbing clit. Your back was arched and your hands were clutching his dark curls. He curled his fingers, pushing on that soft spot inside your creaming pussy once, twice and you came, crying out his name, while your walls were fluttering around his digits.

When he parted from your puffy glistening cunt, he saw tears in your hazy eyes. Joel was happy he still got it but what filled his chest with pride was that he made you cry and writhe with ecstasy.

"I'm here, baby. You did so good for me," Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.

"Thank you, Joel, you didn't have to," you mumbled.

"Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure."

He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his gray sweatpants but he didn't care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.

Joel woke up in the middle of the night when he felt you move in your sleep. He must have woken you up as you started to shuffle next to him and then sat up straight.

“Fuck! I fell asleep?” You asked, eyes widened, covering your naked thighs with a bedspread.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’m so sorry, Joel. It’s never happened before. Oh my god, it’s so unprofessional.”

He hastily sat up next to you, taking your hands in his.

“Hey, no. It’s ok. I loved sleeping with you— next to you.”

He smiled, leaning closer to you and rubbing your hands with his thumbs, trying to reassure you and it seemed to work because you gave him an apologetic smile but he felt you relax a little.

“I won’t take any money from you today.”

“No, you spent so much time with me. I owe you even more.”

“Joel, you ate me out, made me come, and then I fell asleep. I definitely don’t deserve to get paid,” you giggled. “The way I see it I owe you now.”

“I’ll think about the career change,” Joel chuckled and at the same time he felt his cock get harder when you talked about the oral. The arousal he had felt before falling asleep came back with a renewed force and swept him away.

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his gaze slid up and down your body and the air in the room got heavier.

“What did you like the most?” he asked as his eyes darkened.

Your breath hitched and even in the dim light of the room he saw your pupils dilate. You dropped your gaze for a second and when you raised your eyes, they were filled with need and desire.

“I loved how much you enjoyed it. How good you were. It felt amazing when your mouth was on my clit. When you were sucking it,” you bit your lip almost shyly and your words went straight to his cock.

You whispered, “Should I go or…?”

“I wanna fuck you,” Joel interrupted you, palming his stiffening bulge, and you quickly nodded before throwing away the bedspread and taking off your top. Your tits bounced as you straddled him and he wrapped his big arms around your naked body.

Joel let you take off his shirt and when your lips latched onto his neck he held you closer and flipped you on the bed, covering you with his body.

You gasped at the fast shift but then moaned when Joel pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

It was already hard as a rock and wet with precum under his fingers. He gave it a few pumps to spread it over his heated skin.

“Shit, condoms.”

He hastily reached to grab a pack from the nightstand. He opened one, while your fingers were caressing him, dancing over his torso and arms. As soon as the protection was on, you pulled him closer and he pushed his length into you without any warning. He had already stretched you with his tongue and fingers so his tip easily slipped into your crying hole.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Joel breathed out and started rolling his hips. His lips were caressing every spot he could reach and you were kissing his shoulders and neck.

Without pausing he braced his hands on the bed, hovering over you, his dark gaze locked with yours. He wanted to memorize every lip bite, every twitch of your brows when his cock was sliding in and out your needy cunt. You were so wet for him, he felt your juices on his balls and inner thighs and he closed his eyes trying not to come too soon.

“Look at me, Joel,” you purred and he immediately did what you asked. Your gaze slid from his dark eyes to his lips and it took everything from him not to kiss you right now.

He leaned down and instead gently kissed your heated cheek, leaving a wet spot on your soft skin. With a whimper you wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding your hips, chasing your orgasm by rubbing your little clit against his pubic bone.

“Do ya wanna come, sweetheart?

“Only if you want me to, Joel,” you breathed out and he furrowed his brows, reminded of the nature of your relationship.

“ ‘course I do.”

With that he pulled away from you and sat up on his knees between your sweaty thighs. “Let me…,” he pulled out and you whined.

“Oh, baby, so impatient.”

You bit your lip with a sly smile but Joel quickly wiped it off your face when he took the condom off and asked,

“Can I slap your pretty pussy with my cock, sweetheart?” He gripped his cock at the base, squeezing it a little to postpone his climax and when you whispered a sultry ‘yes’ he slapped your clit with the tip of his throbbing length.

“Oh my god, Joel!” you cried out with a jerk, looking up at him with your brows pulled together and eyes rolling back.

“You like it?” He asked and when you nodded he started slapping your pulsating bud with his cock again and again until he saw some slick, seeping out of your clenching hole. He rubbed his red tip against it, coating his manhood with your juices, and began grinding it between your folds. His tip was bumping into your clit rhythmically and your taut muscles told him that you were close to your climax.

“Come for me, baby, please,” he asked softly and slapped your clit one more time. A jolt of pleasure made you shut your eyes and a loud moan escaped your lips. Wanting to prolong your orgasm and chasing his, Joel pressed his tip to your clit with his hand and started thrusting his cock, rubbing your twitching clit and at the same time massaging his whole length against your soft pussy and his own palm.

The overwhelming sensation, your sweet sounds and the sight of you coming in his bed made him explode and he began spurting creamy ropes of cum on your belly and sternum. He growled when a few drops landed on your bouncing breasts.

When you both stilled and the ecstasy started dissipating he sat down on his heels and watched you for a few seconds.

Joel wanted to remember that image- you, beautiful and satisfied, eyes shut, chest and belly heaving, was splayed on his bed, body glistening with sweat and cum. The happiness soon mixed with regret and the feeling of longing for more, wishing you were really truly his tightened his chest. But the reality was cruel. You didn’t need a single father in your life, you were free and your whole life was ahead of you.

Your curious gaze interrupted his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about, Joel?” You asked with a warm smile.

“I'm thinking my bed has never looked better than now.”

Your smile turned into a grin and you started to sit up but Joel stopped you with a raised hand.

“Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and then gently wiped away his cum off your skin.

Before you left, he hugged you, breathing in the scent of your hair one more time and you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

You kept seeing each other for another month. Joel preferred his place to hotels and whenever he had the house for himself and got enough spare money, he would text you. In his own home it was easier to imagine you as his girlfriend, or even wife. He knew that it wasn’t healthy and he was getting a little delusional but it made him happy to think that you were his. If only in his dreams.

Sometimes Joel would literally dream about you. He’d wake up hard, yearning for your touch, your lips on his body, your gentle fingers running through his hair. It was easy to imagine you there with him. His hand would pump his needy cock and the image of you behind his eyelids was enough to make him come, groaning into his pillow.

As time passed Joel got more confident in expressing his desires. The possibilities were endless and you always looked excited whenever he suggested trying something new.

Like the time your eyes glinted with mischief when he asked if he could edge you the next time. Just the idea of making you beg for a climax made him rock hard. So during your next session he had you tied to his bed, as you were whimpering and pleading for a release, a vibrator in his hand pressed to your puffy clit. Though he caved in quite fast and finished you off with his thick fingers massaging your core, his teasing made you squirt and Joel lapped it all up with the wildest eyes and an aching cock. You returned the favor by drinking him till the last drop after he shoved his cock down your throat keeping you in place with his hands clutching your hair.

He loved experimenting with you, loved being rougher. But more often he craved making love to you, wanted you softly purring under his big body, as his cock was buried deep inside your heat, your pussy fluttering around him. He still couldn’t kiss you but your neck, your breasts, your cheeks were enough for him. Yet he couldn’t deny it— he was down bad for you.

“What is it, baby?” Joel asked you, pulling away from your neck that he was peppering with open mouth kisses a moment ago.

You were sitting on his lap, wearing a pretty summer dress and his only thought was to tear it off you but when his hands started roaming your body, you jerked and sniffed.

“Nothing. Everything’s ok, Joel,” you replied softly and nuzzled his neck. He knew something was wrong and you were hiding your pretty face. During the time he had known you, he learnt to read your body language and even feel your mood. So Joel stopped his ministrations immediately and kissed the top of your head.

“You can tell me, sweetheart. If you want.”

For a few minutes, he was holding you in his arms, rubbing your forearm with his thumb. Finally you took a deep breath, not raising your head off his shoulder, and opened up.

“I had a session with a new client yesterday. It was horrible.”

As soon as he heard your soft voice, saying that, his insides burned.

“Who? What did he do to you?”

He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to face him.

When he saw tears in your eyes, he immediately wanted to rip that asshole apart. But your expression told him that you needed him to be gentle, to be there with you and he wanted to give you that.

“He was really degrading. Clients want it sometimes but it hadn’t been discussed and the things he said— made me feel like a cheap hooker. He didn’t hurt me though,” you added hastily but Joel saw that he had. Not physically but that fucker had made you really upset.

“I should talk some sense into the asshole. Can you give me his name?”

“No, no,” you were shaking your head, “I can’t. It’s all confidential. I’ll get over it and won’t see him again of course.”

You took a deep breath before mumbling,

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood.”

Then you reached for his belt buckle but Joel’s hand stopped you and he placed your hands between his big palms.

“No, you’re not in the mood. It’s ok. Can we just cuddle?

“But— I will be in a second. I’m professional, Joel.” You shot him almost a fiery glance and pouted your lips.

“Hey, baby, your client here—,” Joel pointed a thumb at himself with raised eyebrows and a sly smile, “wants to role play a big spoon tonight. Can we do that?”

“You’re so kinky”, you said with a giggle and lay down on the bed. In a second he was holding you, his chest pressed to your back, his strong arms embracing you, giving you comfort.

He was semi hard and surely you noticed it. He felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material of your dress and it drove him insane but the way you flinched at his touch, your tears, your shaky voice told him you wanted him to just hold you. For the second time you fell asleep in his arms and he woke you up with a kiss on your soft cheek the next morning.

Another month passed. As weird as it might have sounded, you became a huge part of his life. He knew every crevice, every curve of your body, knew every hope and dream. He kissed every spot on you, except for your beautiful lips. He tasted them a million times in his imagination but with time it stopped being enough. So he decided to invite you to celebrate his birthday with his family and the closest friends and finally ask you out on a real date.

Joel was nervous when you stepped into his house that day. Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised to see you there, but fortunately didn’t ask or say anything. You seemed anxious as well at first, but after introducing you to everyone, Joel was happy to notice you chatting with the other guests, giggling with Sarah about something and when his daughter pulled you upstairs to show you her drawings, warmth spread in his chest. He was glad and relieved that you two got along. He wasn’t looking for a mother for his child, he would never ask you to take such a responsibility, but it was important to him that you two could be friends.

Just before dessert you asked him if you could talk privately. Tommy gave Joel a wink, lips twisted in a smirk, when you two headed upstairs, and the older brother just rolled his eyes.

When you stepped into Joel’s bedroom, his cock twitched in his jeans. It was a Pavlovian reflex at this point. He was used to seeing you there naked, your gorgeous body wriggling in his bed, whimpers and moans escaping your mouth.

But Joel told himself to calm down when you came up to him with a serious expression on your pretty face.

“Joel…,” you started and dropped your eyes, fumbling with your fingers.

“Yes, baby?” His heart started pounding in his chest. Always calm and self assured you seemed really nervous and the change scared him. What if you decided to break off whatever weird relationship you two had, what if…

You interrupted his thoughts when you raised your face to him and a little shy smile tugged at your lips.

“I want to give you your birthday present.”

He opened his mouth to say that you hadn’t have to do it, seeing you there was enough but he paused when you inched closer, your big sparkling eyes staring right into his soul. Then your gaze slid down to his lips and Joel seemed to stop breathing. He felt your palms on his forearms and then you slightly pressed your lips to his. They were barely there at first, hesitant, waiting for him to react.

He had been imagining that moment, dreaming of it for so long, so his hands immediately flew to your waist and he pressed his body closer to yours, welcoming your kiss with his whole being.

Joel’s lips started moving against yours, gently and slowly as if he was afraid to scare you away, to ruin the moment. But when he heard you sigh happily against him and your body relaxed into his, Joel wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. He wished that moment to last forever, wanted to never have to let you go.

His tongue brushed your lower lip, asking for permission to breach the last divide between you two, and you graced him by opening your mouth and letting him taste you fully. His tongue was caressing yours while his hands were gliding over your back. Then Joel gently cupped your cheek and tilted his head to give you the best kiss he could. You were so sweet and soft, so warm and lovely on his tongue and he didn’t care that you could probably feel his cock swell against your belly. Your ability to make him hard in seconds was not a secret to the both of you and he bucked his hips against your body with a soft groan.

Joel felt your smile on his lips and playfully squeezed your ass cheeks.

You giggled, your mouth parting from his.

“Happy birthday, Joel,” you whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.

“Thank you for the best birthday present, baby.”

Joel kissed your forehead and you fluttered your eyes shut with a happy smile.

“Sweetheart?” he called.

“Yes.”

“Will you have dinner with me?”

You lifted your head and your eyes locked.

“Like— on a date?”

“Yes.”

Your lips twisted into the widest grin he’d seen on you and you nodded.

“Really?” he asked, making sure that he was really that lucky, “Fuck, I know I’m not a catch. My life is chaotic and I’m a single dad and…”

“Shh,” you placed your finger on his lips and said softly, “I’d love to date you, Joel Miller.”

Joel beamed at you and embraced you in a tight hug.

“I quit escort,” you murmured against his chest and Joel furrowed his brows.

“Is it because of me? Sweetheart, I’d never ask you to quit your job. If you like it I won’t …”

“I don’t. I don’t like it anymore. After that guy I realized I wanna do something else.”

“Ok. Whatever you decide, baby,” he said and then added with a little smile, “I can still pay you though.”

You laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder. “Shut up, Joel.”

He took your face between his big palms, marveling at your beautiful face, and whispered, “You know how to shut me up, baby.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his.

Joel opened his eyes to see the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and your face twisted in pleasure just before his. He soon realized that your wet warm pussy was wrapped around his hard cock and you were slowly grinding against him, lying on your side, face to face, your leg thrown over his waist.

He moaned at the sudden pleasure and you noticed that he was up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, honey. I just— I wanted you so much I couldn’t stop myself.”

You were breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around your naked body and began rolling his hips, helping you to reach your high and chasing his.

“Never apologize for this, baby. I woke up in heaven thanks to you.”

You smiled and kissed him while his hand slithered between your slightly sweaty bodies and he slid his thumb between your folds to stroke your hardened clit. He was swallowing your moans and tried to get his own ecstatic growling under control, not wishing to wake up Sarah.

Soon you both exploded in each other’s arms and Joel flooded your pussy with his warm cum while you were writhing and trembling with euphoria against him.

When your climax subsided, you rested your head on his shoulder. He was drawing patterns on your back until you lifted your head to give him one more kiss.

“Sarah wanted pancakes for breakfast. I’m gonna go make some batter,” you said, getting out of bed and putting on your robe.

“I’ll help you. Be up in a minute.”

You smiled at him and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek but he swiftly pulled you back into his embrace, searching for your lips. You giggled and soon melted into his arms, while he was kissing you, passion and love in every stroke of his lips and tongue.

You were his, fully and completely, and all the fears evaporated when he realized that you were the final puzzle piece, missing from his life. He would do anything to make you happy.

“I love you,” Joel whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you murmured back.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic, it motivates me to write more stories for you, lovelies!❤️

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[teaxeee]

I don't belong here | Shen Ricky & Park Gunwook

Summary: Even though you weren't the type to go to parties, there had to be an exception made for your friend. Little did you know that you'd reunite with a certain individual along with meeting a new one.

Pairing: Female reader x Shen Ricky x Park Gunwook

Genre: Smut (as usual, Minors DNI), one night stand

Word count: 3495 (wow almost 3.5K very surprising)

Warnings: SoftDom!Ricky, slightly MeanDom!Gunwook, fingering, clit slapping, finger sucking, nipple play, lots of praising, slight degradation, pet names (princess, slut, pretty girl, bunny), bulge kink, kind of? MonsterCock!Gunwook, cum eating mentioned at the end

Notes: As soon as I saw the pic I knew I had to drop something, they looked TEW GOOD for me not to write anything about it. Anyways, enjoy pookies!

Song recommendation: I Don't Belong In This Club - Why Don't We

How did you end up in bed with two hot boys? It all started out with going to a friend’s birthday party and as much as you hated going out and being in crowded places you had no choice but to attend. You were wearing a baby pink off shoulder mini dress, the fabric perfectly hugging your curves, showing them off just right. Your makeup looked perfect, it wasn't too strong but it was enough to have people turning their heads. Your hair was also perfect, the soft curls complimenting the dress and the makeup well.

By the time you arrived at the party the place was full of people that were familiar but also that weren't. ‘Why the fuck are so many people here?’ You muttered under your breath as you got out of your car and closed the door. It was a miracle you somehow managed to find a space to park the car. 

You sighed, holding your purse and the bag containing the gift in one hand, locking the car with the other as you made sure every door was properly locked, you could never go wrong with checking every door, the last thing you wanted on your mind was someone to try and steal your car or anything that's inside it.

After confirming that the car was indeed locked you put your purse over your shoulder, while you held the bag and started walking towards the house. Your heels clacked against the concrete, the sound being noticeable in the empty streets. You kept your posture straight, your hips swaying slightly as you walked confidently. 

The house wasn't far thankfully, the walk being short just by 5 minutes from where you parked your car. Music could be heard as you stepped at the entrance of the front yard, taking slow steps as if not to damage your heels. You kept walking and stopped near the door shortly after, quickly checking if you had everything in your purse and making sure the gift wasn't broken in the bag.

You took a deep breath and walked inside, already met by the smell of cigarettes mixed with the strong alcohol, the loud music already starting to ring through your ears. There were a few people in the middle of the room dancing, at least there was an attempt with the drunk ones, and it was painfully obvious by how their bodies swayed. 

Meanwhile, there were a few couples, some of them being in the corners and eating each other's faces off. ‘No wonder love feels so disgusting.’ You thought and shook your head, your main focus being greeting your friend, give the gift to her, wish her a happy birthday and flee away from the party when given the chance. 

“Y/N! You're here! I almost thought you wouldn't show up.” You heard your friend, Celine exclaim excitedly as you approached her. “That was the plan at first, but it would've been a shame if I missed my best friend's birthday.” You said, seeming almost nonchalant compared to her, being overly excited. 

She mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and you both hugged, her happiness boosting as soon as you both broke the hug. “Happy birthday! I hope you keep being smart.” You say sarcastically as you give her the bag and she happily takes it. “Thank you, I hope you find a boyfriend soon.” She talked back sarcastically and you rolled your eyes, causing you both to laugh.

“I heard that Ricky is here.” She added in, already catching your attention with those words. “Ricky? As in the Shen Ricky?” You questioned, watching as she set the bag on a table full with other gifts from the other guests. “Yeah! I saw him with a friend of his, but he did have a huge glow up.” She proclaimed, and you already knew her words were 100% true with how confident she sounded. 

“It's no surprise with the way he ditched classes but still managed to get good grades that he'd also get a glow up too.” You muttered under your breath, not seeming surprised at all that you'd somehow reunite with him one way or another.

“You should talk to him. Bet he missed talking to you.” She suggested. “There's no way I'm talking to him.” You said, already turning to leave, but she quickly grabbed your wrist, restricting you from moving away further than initially planned. “Come on, it won't be so bad. Please?” She begged and you knew she was up to no good whenever she didn't let you leave. 

“If you're concerned if you're going to get along with him or not then I'm sure you'll have a conversation flowing. Just go and talk to him!” She urged, already pulling you along with her as you both walked over to find Ricky and his friend and you surprisingly found them both quickly.

“Well look who it is!” Ricky said, sounding smug as you both approached him and his friend. “Haven't seen you in a while, sweetheart.” He added, clearly unphased by the way you were trying to keep calm in front of him, a smirk forming on his face as he looked at you up and down, shamelessly checking you out. “It's nice to see you again, Shen.” You mumbled, the shyness already starting to show. 

“It's nice to see you too, Y/N.” He replied, a small smile forming on his lips as you both started catching up, having small talk from after finishing high school to your plans for the future, that's until you both stumbled on the topic about your love lifes. The whole time you kept talking with Ricky, his friend would observe you both, quietly downing the liquid remaining in the cup as he heard you and Ricky converse with ease.

“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you both.” Ricky interrupted the conversation you were both so immersed in, turning to the boy who was too busy eyeing the liquid in the cup. “This is Gunwook, he's not as mean as he looks.” Ricky added as he patted Gunwook on the back, causing the younger to look up, already seeming lost due to his small distraction. “It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N.” You introduce yourself, seeing how the younger’s cheeks become a bit flushed from embarrassment.

“I-it’s nice to meet you too, I'm Gunwook but you already know my name thanks to Ricky.” Gunwook stuttered slightly, his speech becoming a bit slurred due to how embarrassed he seemed. It didn't surprise you at all to see your friend being gone yet again to greet more guests, leaving you with the two boys standing in front of you.

The three of you continued talking, trying to keep the conversation going by discussing random topics, some which made sense and some that didn't make sense at all. Every time you and Ricky would exchange eye contact he’d get more touchy, his free hand lingering onto your skin, fingers gently caressing your arm to his hand moving lower to your waist. It made your heart flutter with the way his fingers pressed against the fabric of your dress, his touch felt nice but yet addicting. 

It had you secretly pressing your thighs together, trying to hide how embarrassingly wet you got just by listening to Ricky talking and Gunwook witnessed it all, watching you both but already devouring you by keeping his eyes on you. 

He watched the way your body tensed up as Ricky moved his hand underneath your dress, groping your ass as his nails digged into the soft flesh, leaning in and whispering the filthiest things unimaginable, your legs completely turning into jelly as he managed to convince you to ‘have a bit of fun’ with the both of them.

You were almost certain that you'd get caught due to how loud your moans were getting. Your dress was long discarded onto the floor, only leaving Gunwook and Ricky fully dressed. The both of them already had two fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out as your thighs tensed and your toes curled due to the double penetration. 

“You look so pretty like this, princess…look at how you're taking our fingers so well.” Ricky praised as he pressed his lips against your neck, starting to leave gentle kisses along your skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. 

Your hands desperately gripped at the bed sheets as Gunwook sped up his movements, his fingers sliding in and out of you faster as you tried not to squirm. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, their fingers not slowing down as they sank deeper inside with how perfectly you were spread out for them, your chest heaving as your pussy desperately clenched around the digits, coating them with your wetness.

“Shit, look at her. Look how tight she is.” Gunwook groaned as he pulled out his fingers and slapped your clit a few times, causing you to cry out from the slight pain as he pushed his fingers in and started to thrust them in and out of you again. “Such a fucking slut, can't keep her legs closed even if she wanted to.” Gunwook said, his fingers speeding up as Ricky shifted his attention from you to Gunwook, watching how the younger moved his fingers. You were becoming a mess, the pleasure too much for you to handle, causing you to cum. 

Their fingers got coated with your juices and you watched how Ricky pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small hum leaving past his lips as he savored the taste. Gunwook pulled his fingers out and stared at how your juices were sticking against his skin. 

As much as he wanted to suck them clean, he didn’t do that. Instead he leaned above you and brought them closer to your face, watching how you eagerly parted your lips just to get a taste. He chuckled and pushed them in your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and licked them clean as the older watched you both.

“You’re that desperate to taste yourself?” Gunwook questioned and you nodded, too occupied to give him a proper answer as your tongue swirled around his digits, he wasn’t surprised how needy you were with the way you looked at him while still having his fingers in your mouth. 

He let you suck on them for a few more seconds then pulled them out of your mouth, causing you to whine in frustration but got quickly cut off when his lips pressed against yours, while gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up, deepening the kiss.

Gunwook’s lips collided perfectly with yours, the way he kissed was both gentle and rough at the same time, his lips were so soft it made you feel addicted to them. You were too immersed into the kiss to notice when Ricky undressed, already rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole and making you more wet. He slowly pushed inside, the way your walls sucked him in made him groan while you moaned against Gunwook’s lips.

“So good for us, princess…you’re taking me so well.” Ricky praised as soon as he bottomed out, trying to keep his hips still as he let you adjust to his length. Gunwook pulled away from your lips, allowing you to take a breath as he leaned down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, starting to leave kisses along your skin.

Ricky started moving his hips, his thrusts slow as he watched how your face contorted from the pleasure. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed them gently, then moved them all over your body, his touch being gentle as if you were made out of porcelain, as if he was scared he’ll break you with just one touch.

You were slowly starting to feel lost from the way the two boys were treating you, the way they were touching you all over, it was like heaven for you. “You're so fucking pretty…so pretty for us…” Ricky said as he kept thrusting, his grip on you got slightly tighter as he pushed his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel full from it.

“Our pretty girl, yeah?” Ricky asked as he sped up the pace, watching as you struggled to speak. You were already becoming a moaning mess, struggling to keep the noises from slipping past your lips as Gunwook moved his lips lower, closer to your breasts. His kisses weren't aggressive, he was being careful and gentle when kissing your skin.

“So perfect…” Gunwook mumbled as his lips latched onto one of your nipples, starting to suck slowly as he flicked his tongue gently against the hardened bud, causing you to clench around Ricky's cock. You felt like you were on cloud 9, the way Ricky was fucking you while Gunwook was too busy having his lips attached onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked it in more, causing you to moan.

Ricky kept thrusting at a fast pace, the tip of his cock perfectly hitting against your g-spot, noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans and the occasional grunts he let out every now and then. He could tell how close you were by the way you clenched around him and the way your moans were getting more high pitched.

It made him feel so lightheaded, his whole body becoming sweaty and heated up as he neared the edge. His pace became sloppy, as he thrusted a few more times before he came inside, painting your walls white. That was enough to push you over the edge as well, cumming and clenching around his cock, milking every single drop out of him as you both started panting. 

He slowly pulled out after a few minutes, causing you to whimper from the loss of being full. Ricky watched as his cum started oozing out of you, the thick liquid slowly dripping down onto the bed sheets. He was fascinated by it, almost as if he was hypnotized by it. That was until he noticed Gunwook finally moving his lips away from your now swollen nipple, spit and bite marks on one breast, the other one untouched. 

Ricky moved to your side and cupped your cheek with one hand, as he leaned in and kissed you, finally getting a chance to devour you as soon as you kissed him back. He was much more gentle compared to Gunwook, taking his time with you as the kiss became more passionate and gentle, full of love even. 

Gunwook slowly undressed, watching how Ricky devoured your lips as if you'd disappear the moment he stopped kissing you. As soon as he was done undressing he slotted himself between your legs and watched as you and Ricky kept kissing.

It was hot to watch you and Ricky kiss as if you were both in heat, but Gunwook didn't mind how desperate you were for the both of them at all. After a few minutes Ricky broke the kiss and quickly nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his lips latching onto your skin as he started sucking, causing you to moan.

Gunwook grabbed one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder, then spread your other leg with one hand, giving himself full access to your stuffed pussy. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock and stroked it a few times, then positioned the tip at your entrance, your eyes now fixed onto his cock.

‘How the fuck will it fit?’ You thought as you watched how he dragged his tip up and down your puffy folds, purposely teasing and prolonging the pleasure you desperately needed. It was no surprise about his size: he was huge. His cock looked thick enough to split you in half by the way he was holding it, and the few veins along his length made it look prettier.

Gunwook kept teasing you for a few minutes, watching how annoyed you became the more he dragged his tip along your folds, occasionally tapping your clit with it as you whined from the painful teasing. It didn't take long for him to reposition the tip of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing inside as he groaned from how tight you were, while you moaned from the size.

He kept pushing in despite you clenching around his length, trying your best to make him fit fully inside you. After a bit he finally managed to fit inside, his hips pressed against yours as he moved his hand away from his cock, placing it right at your belly, feeling the imprint of his cock pressing against your skin.

“Fuck…you're so tight, bunny. Barely fitting me in…” Gunwook said as he started thrusting slowly, his cock slipping in and out of your puffy folds. His fingers pressed against your thigh, gripping the soft flesh as he kept thrusting, being careful not to get you overstimulated.

Meanwhile Ricky kept sucking on your neck, moving his lips from one spot to another, your skin getting covered with hickeys that seem impossible to cover up, one hand moving to your breasts as he started playing with them, giving equal attention to both while he moved his other hand to your hair, running his fingers through it as he tugged at your nipples, weak whimpers slipping past your lips as your hands gripped the bed sheets.

Gunwook sped up the pace, his hips slapping against yours a bit harder as he kept his hand on your belly, feeling how your walls gripped his cock tightly, making you feel more fuller than Ricky did. His thrusts were fast, his cock stretching your already used pussy beyond its limits as he pushed in deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

His eyes were fixed onto your face, watching how your eyes rolled back, your lips parted as you let out the prettiest moans, your hands bunching up the thin bed sheets as your tits bounced every time he thrusted roughly inside, it was the most perfect sight for him, he could watch it for hours and never get bored.

Ricky finally moved his lips away from your neck, admiring the hickeys he left while Gunwook kept thrusting, his pace not faltering as he kept moving his hips, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder with each thrust. He kept hitting your g-spot and you kept clenching around him, your thighs tensing up and toes curling from how good and full you felt from his cock.

Gunwook noticed how close you were with the way you kept clenching around him, moans slipping past your lips as you looked so blissed out. He kept the same pace, as he moved his hand away from your belly and moved it lower, letting his fingers hover above your pussy. He watched your face for a few seconds, seeing the way you were far gone to even try and form a coherent sentence.

He let his fingers brush against your clit, letting out a small hiss from the way your pussy squeezed his cock tightly, desperate to milk him. He placed his fingers against your clit and started rubbing it gently, a high pitched moan escaping from your lips as you clenched around him one more time, your orgasm hitting you harder than anticipated as you soaked his length with your juices.

“Shit…just like that, bunny.” Gunwook praised as he came inside, letting out a groan as he emptied his load, his cum mixing with Ricky’s as he kept thrusting and rubbing your clit. You felt tired and weak, but also satisfied from the way you were filled with both their cum. His pace slowed down, his thrusts becoming deeper as he pushed in and out of you.

The both of them watched as their cum oozed out of you with every thrust, Ricky couldn’t look away as his eyes were glued on your body, seeing the way your chest heaved as you started panting, your face flushed and your whole body glistening with sweat, it made you look breathtaking. 

Gunwook thrusted a few more times and pulled out, then pushed your leg away from his shoulder, letting it fall against the soft mattress. He quickly laid down on his stomach and spread your legs, watching as more cum gushed out of your used hole. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, his hands gripping the soft flesh as he pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs as his lips latched onto your clit, starting to clean you up while you moaned once again from the added pleasure.

That’s how you knew that you were in for a long night with the two boys…

[marjorie189]

Solo Trip (A Jude Bellingham Imagine) Part 2

Jude Bellingham x Mexican!femreader

It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)

Click here to read Part 1!

contains: social media au & text messages!

wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)

summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!

includes: suggestive content and sexting!

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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!

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meanwhile y/n and jude oblivious to the whole twitter situation: 

judebellingham posted a story

vinijr posted a story

back to twitter:

video: 

Guy in the photo talking to his friend

Guy in photo: “Ey, ey, ella que no es la novia de jude?” (Hey, hey, isn’t that jude’s girlfriend?) He points out starstruck, pointing at Y/N who was nearby. 

Friend: “¿Parece que sí es?”  (It seems like she is?) His friend replied recognizing her. 

Guy in photo: “Oye le pediré foto?” (Hey, should I ask her for a photo?) He nervously asks. “¡Tal vez me menciona a Jude!” (Maybe she’ll mention me to Jude!)

Friend: “¿estás bien hermano? ¡Tú crees que van a platicar de ti! Ay wey en realidad estas mal” (Are you good bro? You think they’re going to talk about you? Oh dude, you’re so wrong!) 

Guy: “callate! ¡No me arruines mis esperanzas! si hay hasta una pequeña posibilidad de que Jude simplemente escuche de mí por parte de t/n, ¡moriré feliz!” (Shut up! Don’t ruin my hopes! If there’s even a slight chance of Jude hearing of me from Y/N, I’ll die happy!) The boy smiled, determined to go up to Y/N. 

Friend: está bien, vamos (fine, let’s go)

The two boys appeared to walk, on video, towards Y/N. 

They tapped her on her shoulder once they had reached her. She turns around, appearing on camera. 

Y/N smiles kindly at them. 

Guy: Hola perdón por molestarte. Es que soy un gran fan de Jude. ¿Está bien si nos tomemos una foto? (Hey, sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of Jude. Is it okay if we take a photo?)

Y/N smiled widely at the question. 

Y/N: “¡Claro!” (Of course!)

They both pose for the infamous photo and the friend retrieves it from the video. 

Guy: “Gracias t/n!” Te lo agradezco.” (Thank you Y/N! I appreciate it) The boy expresses. Y/N smiles and nods at the fan. 

Y/N: “¡Por nada! Tengan una bonita noche, que la disfruten!” (You’re welcome! Have a great night guys, enjoy it!) Y/N wishes, ready to part ways. 

Guy: “¡Me saludas a Jude, porfa!” (Say hello to Jude for me, please!) The guy pleads, causing Y/N to giggle at the interaction. 

Y/N: “Cuéntalo hecho!” (Count it as done!) Y/N smiles before walking away. Keeping her promise, later that night mentioning the encounter to Jude. 

Y/N leaves and the friend starts to scold his friend. 

Friend: “No manches! Salistes bien amargado en la foto wey!” (Seriously? You came out so bitter in the photo, dumbass!)

Guy: Es que estaba bien nervioso hermano. O sea es la novia de Jude Bellingham!” (It’s because I was so nervous, bro! I mean it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!) The boy exclaims to his friend. “¡Cómo crees que me sentia! Estoy por las nubes!”  (How do you think I felt? I’m over the moon!) 

Video ends

Back to Y/N & Jude: 

yourusername

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yourusername en el coleadero y empolvada 🏇 dia seis! (in the coleadero [a horse sports event] and dusty 🏇 day six!) 

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yourmom you look so cute mija (darling)

yourusername thank you mami i love you! 💜

com1 she looks adorable in the first pic! 

com2 okay but the sky!!!

erling.haaland I didn’t expect Jude to last this long without you! I just know he’s hanging on by a thread 🤣 I hope you’re having a great time out there y/n/n 

com3 i’m dead erling 💀

judebellingham trust me mate I am not doing well

yourusername you know he’s the biggest baby erl!! Thank you ☺️

judebellingham you look hermosa! 

yourusername did you use google translate? 😂 but thank you bebe 🥰

com4 A+ for effort lmao 

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yourusername bailes en el rancho son mis favoritos! ya estamos listos para mañana 🥳 day 7 (dances at the ranch are my favorite! we’re ready for tomorrow 🥳) 

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yourusername before anyone mentions my cousin on the last pic, he took me out to dance bc I was the only one from my primas (female cousins) who was standing alone at the baile while the rest were dancing w their mans🥺 

com1 y/n better than me bc if my man didn’t know how to dance and I was at a baile I would be dancing!! not my fault my man don’t wanna learn 

com2 you look like so much fun! 

com3 the vibe in all of her daily dumps are EVERYTHING! 

com4 I miss mexico now 😩

primo.user (cousin.user) mi compañera de baile MAS favorita!! 💃🏼 (my MOST favorite dance partner!! 💃🏼) 

yourusername gracias por sacarme a bailar me moría de ganas (thank you for taking me out to dance, i was dying to dance!)

com5 Not y/n wanting to dance but couldn’t bc she’s a faithful woman! props to her cousin for standing up 👏 

judebellingham la mas chula 😘 (the prettiest 😘)

yourusername you got me blushing bellingham 🤭 i’m glad you’ve got the google translate app installed 

com5 not jop in the likes

com7 fr, first peso now jop

com8 jop didn’t have it in him to leave a comment like peso pluma thooo

com9 damn they’re already pregaming for the feria (festival) tomorrow  

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yourusername sabado de gloria was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 mi mexico querido, el pais con tradiciones increibles 🥹 (saturday of glory was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 my beloved mexico, the country with incredible traditions 🥹)

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com1 okay bc Jude with a Mexican girlfriend was something I never expected but they’re so cute together!!! 💗

com2 the cultural difference between them is mind blowing but i kinda like it

com3 okay it’s been a week we need Jude and Y/N back together ASAP

judebellingham mi niña bonita 😍 I hope you’re having a blast darling! 

yourusername the spanish better not stop when I get home because it’s so cute! 

judebellingham i’m thanking google translate rn 🙏🏽

com4 that last pic is so aestheticly pleasing

com5 okay now I understand why Y/N had to go to Mexico!! That looks like sm fun

com6 fr i was like why would she ever leave Jude but I see why now

com7 her outfit and boots are so cute 🤩

Y/N’s POV: 

I spread my limbs throughout the comfy bed but not as comfortable as the one awaiting me back home. My eyes flutter open, as I bask in my last morning in Mexico. 

The morning sun shining through the window, brightening up the room. I take one last look through the window, the tree tall and green, dogs laying out on the ground, the pretty plants and the great range of mountains surrounding the rancho. 

I let out a deep sigh as I sat up in bed, a mixed emotion about leaving this place. Leaving the peaceful and warm lifestyle that is Mexico was always heart wrenching but my skin tingles at the thought of going back home. Not a home, like a house or a place but Jude. Jude is my home. 

I smiled at the thought of him and a warmth at my core enlights. 

A home cooked meal was already awaiting me in the kitchen and family slowly started filling my grandparents' home to say their goodbyes. 

I frown at the thought of leaving them but I know life would never be the same if I stayed. 

The time is approaching to my last minutes with everyone. An emotional goodbye to the animals, the beautiful home that holds many wonderful memories, and of course to all of my family especially my grandparents. 

“Te amamos mija. Ya sabes que aqui siempre esta tu casa, (we love you darling. You know that you’ll always have your home here” My grandma tells and we pull each other into a tight hug. 

I wipe the tears that we are threatening to spill. 

“Hasta luego muñeca que dios la bendiga! (Until next time doll god bless you!)” My grandpa expressed as he kissed my cheek, pulling me into his arms. 

After all the goodbyes, my uncle started the truck and loaded my luggages. 

On our way to the airport I watched the landscapes contentedly and whispered my goodbyes to the familiar roads. 

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Hi! How are you? Can i request a Velvette x F reader? Or GN if you feel more comfortable, I don't mind. The reader being so slow to understand Velvette flirting and she gets frustrated like "oh you are so lucky that i love you"

Hi there! I’m good! Hope you’re doing good too. Love thisssssss. Velvette would get so lovingly annoyed lmao 💜 thanks for the request! And enjoy~

TW: suggestive themes, lots of cussing

Notes: gn!reader, this is just a short little drabble

ALSO, I got a ton of requests waiting for me rn. Plz feel free to keep sending em in! Just be patient with me, I’ll get to them 😉

Velvette x reader- Oblivious 💓

Girl tries soooooo hard and gets soooooo mad when you don’t get it.

Velvette is pretty confident, extroverted and bold naturally so when it comes to her fat crush on you, she’s not afraid to make it known.

But come on! She’s trying to have fun with it, trying to tease you and get you all flustered but you just won’t budge.

She will straight up compliment you, loudly and in front of all her models and assistants, something about looking hot as hell, and you just figure she really likes your outfit today. That’s all she means, right?

Velvette likes to jokingly do things that’ll allow her to touch you intimately.

For example, she’ll drop something in your lap just so she can slowly reach down and pick it up, letting her fingers linger on your thigh all while maintaining eye contact

Literally doesn’t phase you and she’s just flabbergasted…like damn, what does she have to do? Straight up kiss you on the mouth to get her point across?

She’ll post pics of you on her sinstagram with nothing but heart emojis as the caption and you just like it and comment “BESTIE” and now she’s pouting bc she wants to be bae, not bestie

One time, she made this big scene complaining about being short a model and her desperately needing an extra body. She’s so dramatic, so cute.

Immediately points to you, wiggling her brows suggestively as she motions for you to follow her.

“I’ll even dress you myself~”

And she proceeds to take you to a room alone and watch as you happily undress. You’re comfortable with her, why not?

Meanwhile, Velvette is dripping in sweat and trying not to straight up moan at the sight of you so bare and vulnerable before her.

“You okay? You look like you don’t feel good.” You feel her forehead as if checking for a fever and she wants to slap you rn bc hello?! She’s literally in love with horny asf for you and you think she’s sick? Satan, help her.

“UugggHGGGHHH! Bloody fuckin hell, (Y/N). Just-just…ugh.”

And when her words fail her, she goes to plan B- kissing you right on the mouth.

It’s one of those kisses that starts tense and awkward but is easy to melt into.

“Oh.” Is all you can get to come out of your mouth once you part and this makes Velvette huff in frustration once again.

She goes on a tangent about her feelings and how frustrated she is with you. She’s like lowkey scolding you as she confesses her love and attraction for you.

By the end of it you’re a bright red, stuttering mess of embarrassment and adoration for her.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve been..very into you this whole time too.” You finally admit it.

“You’re adorable, truly you are. I love you but for FUCK’S SAKE, (Y/N)!”

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Out of the blue

König x reader (y/n).

Your best friend convinced you to subscribe on a dating app, you don't have expectations but you're keeping an open mind, on the other hand, König is pretty much in the same situation, Horangi and other guys insisted to him, none of you were expecting a wonderful night.

Warning: age gap, reader is in mid 20's. Grammatical and spelling errors. I think there's no mention of a specific gender but if I wrote some I apologize. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

I hope you can enjoy it, as always perhaps it is not a good story but I'm sure someone out there will love this. 🩷

You're sitting, scrolling through the phone, your friends are at a party with a rugby team in a discotheque, your best friend has been insisting, calling you and texting you, even making video calls.

- Y/n please! You have to join us! You can't rot at home every Friday night!

- Working 9 to 5 is exhausting, I pass.

- What will you do tonight if you're not going to have a party or something?

Suddenly a new notification popped on your phone «Someone wants to meet you, Match or reject» then a text «Hi, would you like to go to dinner?»

- Y/N?

- Oh, I... I actually will go to dinner with a guy from that app... Remember?

- Y/N, please be careful, if you go... Send me your location and if something goes wrong call me, ok?

- Yes, mom! I love you, bye!

- Bye-bye!

As soon as you hang up the phone, you open the app and give him a «it's a match!» then responded his text «Hi, for sure, at your house or mine or any restaurant?».

Meanwhile König is sitting in the dining room of his apartment, lonely, he doesn't understand why he listened to Horangi and the rest of the guys.

- This is stupid...

He muttered to himself, he's waiting for your reply, you're the only one that he has sent solitude, nobody else. He's regretting his actions but then, you texted him back, after reading your message he wonders what would be the best option. He stood up and went to the fridge, there was only mustard, a tomato and a beer. Checking in the rest of the kitchen, there's nothing else.

It would be good to go to some restaurant but what if you feel afraid of him? He's massive, the scars on his face, his insecurities are eating him alive.

«i hope you don't mind, your profile doesn't have a photo, may I see a pic?»

-Scheisse.

Would be rude if he says no, also would ruin his chance with someone attractive as you. Oh, how much he hates this, why does he have to be so shy?.

«Ja, no problem, give me a minute :)»

«Thanks, take your time <3»

And actually he's taking a lot of time, is just a simple selfie, that's what he has been saying to himself. After 28 photos he's exhausted, tired and desperate, he doesn't know how to pose for a photo, how not to look intimidating, everything is getting worse in his mind, what if you think he's not what you're looking for? He didn't change his gym clothes, he looks like a mess, also, what if you feel afraid of him and just accept to go on this dinner because you're scared to cancel.

- AHHHH! Scheisse! Ok. Fuck off, let's send all of them.

He's afraid of your answer, he threw the phone to the table.

You're starting to worry, what if he's a fake profile? He's taking too long. Almost 40 minutes, you're considering simply not replying anymore when your phone rings.

«Kö: sent 28 new photos 📷»

Oh god, you hope those are not spicy photos or something. You opened the chat, ready to block him if those are hot pics, but no, Holy Jesus Christ, who is this man? He's tall, wearing shorts and a compression shirt, all black, his entire body looks muscular and strong, then his hair, he has a lot of hair for someone of his age, let's admit it, a lot of men start to lose hair after their 30's- 40's, but he looks good, you make a zoom to observe his face cautiously, there's some scars but if you have to be honest, those scars only makes him more attractive, his eyes are tired but blue like the sky, it only gets better and better. Definitely you can't reject him.

At this point, König is biting his nails, he's feeling very anxious, he hears his phone ringing, fuck, fuck, fuck, he's nervous, he could break easily the spine of the enemy, jump from a plane, disassemble a bomb, even fight against a bear, all that without any anxiety, but this, no, he can't.

He took the phone and went to your chat.

«Y/n: Oh god, you're very handsome» «So, where we will go to dinner? ;) »

He can't believe what he's reading, what did you say? He reads it again, no fucking way. Then he sees you're still on the chat waiting for a response.

«We can go to a good restaurant... If you're ok with that. What do you think?»

«Perfect, you can pick the restaurant, send me the location and I'll see you outside! ;D»

«Kö: sent a location 📍» «Ok, I'll see you at 9 Pm, ja?»

«See you! P.S. I'm excited! :D»

He sent the location of a small Italian restaurant close to the city center, which is expensive but he has a hunch about this night and also he doesn't mind spending much money, after all, he has been working hard for it.

You investigate the place, Italian food, your favorite food, the place looks really nice, casual, you like that. You change clothes and get ready, lucky for you, you live not so far from the center, it'll take you 18 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. You're not nervous, you're actually very excited, for the first time in months you're truly excited to have a date, maybe it will be a mess or... Maybe not, who knows? You keep that open mind and that optimism.

König arrived on time. He's checking his phone to see if you texted him while he was on the way, but no. He can't avoid thinking that maybe you will not come or something happened to you, he could be more polite and offered to pick you up at your home and arrive together. He's cursing himself when a sweet voice brings him back to reality.

- Hey

- Oh, hi... I'm König.

- König?

- Ja... (fuck, you maybe think he's giving you a fake name or something, god somebody save him!)

- It's very original, I like it, I'm y/n.

You're too kind, you're even giving him a big smile.

- Nice to meet you, y/n, I like your name too.

- Thank you! So what if we continue this conversation inside?... Let's go, I don't want to be rude but I'm so hungry!

- Sure, let's go, I'm hungry too.

As soon as you sit, there's a connection, you talk a lot, he laughs and laughs, the dinner is delicious, both share their food with each other, drinking beer and enjoying the moment, he talks to you about his job, just a little but you're fascinated by him and everything he's telling you.

(...) «No! I swear! I did a lot of sports and activities when I was a kid!» (...) «Ja! We were Falling and he didn't wake up! The plane was in flames and he was sleeping like a baby!» (...) «No, I was at home while my parents were at parties and doing all that was actually expected from someone of my age!» «Rugby and Hockey, beers and whiskey, those are my favorites!» (...) «Ja! I play that one too, I have a PC and PS and an Xbox» (...)

By the end of the dinner you and König are almost alone in the restaurant, the waitress comes to tell you they will close soon so König asks for the bill, you offer him to pay the half but he insists it's on him.

Once out, you don't want to go home, neither him but he doesn't know where else to go.

- I have an idea. Let's go, I'll take you to a cool bar that I like to visit sometimes.

- If it is a discotheque or something like that I think I prefer to walk around the city if you don't mind Schatz.

- Oh god, no, König, trust me, you will like this place.

Both are walking side to side, still talking and laughing, you don't have a clue about how much he's enjoying this moment, he's so focused on you that he has forgotten about all the people around who occasionally observe both. You're less shy or introverted than him, he likes that, you're funny, smart, pretty and full of stories.

Finally, you stop in front of a white door with a neon sign "The old dog's Bar", you take his hand and get inside.

There are not many people, it is dark, the illumination in the place is not the best, but it brings a good vibe, the people around are more old than young, the bartender is an old man, very charming.

- Hey Frank!

- Y/n! Welcome, would you like something to drink?

- Sure, whiskey for me and my friend, please, i saw tonight is a band playing, are they still here?

- sure, go, take a seat darling, they took a break but they'll be back soon.

You and König are sitting close to the small scenario, still talking, your drinks are on the table already.

- you will love this, I promise!

- How did you find this place?

- I was passing by one day, and Frank was trying to get some clients, I thought he was a very charming man so I decided to give this place a chance and I instantly fell in love.

- You're very interesting, young people like you maybe prefer to be somewhere else with more activity or something, but not you. You're beautiful, funny, you're smart... What else do I have to know about you, Schatz?

You blush and laugh.

- I'm full of surprises as much as you König! Oh, wait, I have to go to the bathroom, keep an eye on my drink please, I'll be back!

Once you're in the bathroom you text your friend to tell her you're having a wonderful night and that he's interesting and attractive. You were walking back to the table when you heard some guys talking.

«What will we do? I don't know, I'm not too good at playing it!!»

You continued walking and finally you sat, König is staring at you, he's lost in his thoughts observing you until the sound of the band in the scenario interrupts.

- Hey, we're back, we want to thank everyone who's here listening to us, thank you so much! We're close to finishing the show but our guitarist had an inconvenience and left, so, is there someone in the crowd who can help us?

You look around and the few people who are there are still sitting, apparently no one knows or maybe they're shy or not sure about standing up and helping the band. You sigh and look at König, he gives you a shy smile but for you that's enough to give you courage, you stand up from your seat.

- I can do it!

- Oh, sure come here, thank you so much for helping us!

You put your phone and some rings on the table and give a sip to your drink, you look at König once again and without thinking too much you squeeze his shoulder and whisper «I'll be back».

The guys from the band ask you some things about if you know some of the songs on their repertoire, fortunately, you know them well.

- (...) what about the solo guitar on 'Free bird'? Would you do it?

- Trust me, you won't regret it! Also I promised my friend a wonderful night, so... Let's do this.

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac, guns and roses, Red hot chili peppers, Toto, eagles, Depeche mode and finally the song you've been waiting for, Free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, you're nervous, you don't really know if you will do it. But just a quick look at König is enough for you to give your best.

König never stopped to look at you, he has been staring at you since you stood up on the scenario with that beautiful black Fender squier classic vibe, he's paying attention to the way you play, indeed, you're nervous but he feels somehow very proud, you're giving the best of you.

He doesn't know why, but he feels like he needs to take a photo of you, maybe the light over you gives you an angelical view, or is his point of view, he doesn't know but he needs to show you how you looked after the show.

You're brilliant, you don't understand how your fingers are moving in that velocity, it has been a while since you played guitar, but you're doing it great, your quick looks to the band and the people around tell you that even they are impressed by your skills.

At the end of the show you run to König smiling and still a little bit shocked by what you did a few moments ago.

It was almost 3 am, you've been out all night, you don't even feel tired, either König, he can't stop talking about the way you played guitar, he's charming, he told you he's shy and don't enjoy to be around many people or talk too much but with you he has been really sweet, open and a truly gentleman. He offered to walk with you and take you to your house, he doesn't feel good letting you go alone.

- I would love to repeat this, König you're a gentleman, I've had much fun and the dinner was really delicious!

- Ja, me too, you're amazing, I won't stop saying it, you were brilliant. I took a picture and a video of you playing, I'll send them to you later!

- Thanks, I promise you this is the best night of my life...

- I... I would like to have a second date too.

- For real?

- Ja, I mean if you don't mind that I'm... You know, perhaps too old for you.

- Are you kidding!? König, you don't even look old! You look better than people with the same age as me, you're thousand times more interesting than them and I already said it, I would love to repeat this!

- Gut!, I'll be working a lot this month though, but we can organize another date, check our schedules and all that.

- For sure, whenever you can, I'll be ready! Well... This is where I live.

Both walked to the door of your building, and talked a little bit more, he kissed your hand and then both said goodbye. You were closing the door of your apartment when your phone buzzed, you checked all the notifications, one was from König.

«Kö: Sent a new photo 📷 , sent a new video 📷»

You were looking at them when a new message appeared on the chat.

« I can't wait to see you again, Liebling. Thanks for the most amazing night of my life, sweet dreams Mein Schatz :D»

Needless to say that you jumped and ran through your apartment like a child on Christmas. You and König had more and more dates, eventually a first kiss, a first anniversary, etc.

Who said you can't find true love on dating apps?.

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles leclerc x male reader

Reader is sneaking around with Charles (while madly in love with him) and he's carlos's little brother

Possible f1 car fucking while in the garage after a race or at night

Charles Leclerc x Male reader

"Brother's teammate"

Holy fuck this pic makes me go feral, just legit gives me the horny hormones. Makes me want to "NGHH~" every time I see it, I want him to devour me.

Anyway sorry it took a while, been very busy lately, and sorry if it's kinda messy. It's honestly a lot longer than what I had in mind, hope you still enjoy tho 🙏

Warning: smut, kinky car smut or something, obviously hard core cause rawr

(also I used google translate, don't come at me 🙏)

Holy fuck I was busy last week and the week prior, sorry it took so long. I didnt proof read cause it's too long and idk what I even wrote, I just wanted to get this out cause it's been bugging me for some time now. Hope you lot still enjoyed even though it might be shit 🤷‍♂️. You get what you get and you don't bitch about it, jk, might not do anymore f1 ccar fucks holy shit. Peace ✌️

I was never interested in motor sports, until Carlos joined ferrari and got a demi god for a teammate. I never attended any of his races and until he went to ferrari.

"You've attended every race ever since I joined ferrari, what happened?" Carlos asked me as we were walking through the paddock.

"Can't I support my older brother in his passion?" I asked feigning annoyance while also looking around for a certain monegasque driver.

"When your brother hated something suddenly take interest in the thing he hates, is quite concerning, no?" He asked me with confusion laced in his voice.

"And? Come on, Carlos, people change, you know this." I say as I spot the monegasque, my eyes lighting up. He was talking with Lando, he briefly looked up and we made eye contact giving me a smirk.

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." I look up as I get cut off from my starstruck sate, seeing Carlos a few feet infront of me.

"¿Qué diablos pasó? What happened y/n?" Carlos says approaching me.

"N-nothing, just, uhm, r-remembered something." I say, looking down to hide the blush crawling up my neck.

"Doesn't seem like nothing, you okay?" He asks confused and concerned, as he put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Yea, yea, I'm fine." I say as I removed his hand from my forehead. 'He knew what he was doing, if only he wasn't so sexy with that smile and that french accent.'

"What happened here, Carlos?" The light pink of my cheeks now getting redder as I recognized the accent of the person speaking, and the familliar smell. 'Charles'.

"I don't know, he says he's fine but suddenly stopped and blushed while looking down. I have to go now though, so can you watch over him for a bit?" Carlos says, still worried and confused.

"I think he's just dehydrated, I'll take him to get water, you go ahead and do what you need to do." Charles says as he wraps and arm around my shoulder, with his body a bit too close.

"Good to know I have that effect on you." He says as I look up, to see Carlos gone.

"You're a dick, Leclerc." I said with a chuckle and finally standing up properly and leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I know you love my dick, but, keep it for later, bit hassle here in the paddock, no?" He says in a whisper as he leaned down to my ear.

"I swe- I-I wi- I hate- I loathe you." I say as I bury my head further into his shoulder.

He just gives a chuckle and leads me to the caf. I look around, I see George, Alex, Lando and Danny sitting at a table. 'Perfect'

"Let's sit over there with the rest of the quartet and dan." I motioning to them with a wicked smile on my lips.

"You'll regret it, darling." He says as he laughs. We made our way to the table, greeted everyone and sat down beside each with Danny to my left and Charles to my right.

"Thank God, y/n, we have a question, and only you can fix this at the moment." George says with a serious look on his face meanwhile the others had smiles on theirs.

"What is it?" I say now a bit curious.

"Did Carlos really understand Lando when he said "soy lago"? Did Carlos understand what Lando meant or no?" George asked looking directly at my eyes.

"If I'm honest, I didn't bother to ask him. He probably needed Lando to explain it tho." I say with a huff, and looking at Lando who looked happy.

"I will take that as "Carlos did not understand what Lando meant." I guess I was right then, Lando is still shit at spanish." George said now laughing at Lando.

As the other two bickered, I felt Charles sit down next to me now with a tray of food.

"When did you get that?" I asked confused, surely my interaction with George wasn't that long.

"As soon as you sat down I went to get food." He says with a smile while handing me a sandwich, and orange juice.

"Sure hope you're not as fast later." I whispered to his ear giving it a bite.

"I like taking my time when it comes to you, you know, I like savouring the moment. The way you would moan my name and beg for me, it's honestly hot. Especially the way you look all red and gasping under me." Charles whispers to my ear, accent heavier and teeth grazing my ear.

'He knows I love it when he does that, fuck.'

"Y-you're not allowed to do that unless you're about to fuck me to next week." I say a bit loud and hitting his shoulder.

"Excuse me, what?" Lando says surprised with wide eyes, same with George.

Charles laughs loudly, bending forward and burrying his face in his arms on the desk.

"You're excused." I say sarcastically and blushing way too hard now, that it's comparable to Charle's shirt.

"W-w-wait, you two are... a thing??" George asks more like shouted, surprised.

"You might as well put out a PSA while you're asking, George." I say annoyed and even more embarrassed now, as almost everyone was looking at us, it's not helping that Charles is still hysterically laughing into the table.

"Sorry, was just surprised, like, when? How? Why? What??" George asked looking a bit excited to hear the answers.

"Hola Amigos, what's happening?" Carlos said beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

Charles lifts his head up a bit, looking at me and starts to laugh even more, seeing that I am now very red, redder than before.

"Carlos, mate, n-nothing, really h-happened I g-guess y/n is just feeling a b-bit warm r-right now." Charles answers, trying his hardest to stop his laughter even for a bit.

"I fucking hate you." I said silently but audible enough for both Carlos and Charles to hear.

"Okay, I'm just gonna grab some food then I have to go back for testing." Carlos says skeptically still not fully convinced that nothing was happening. As he went to get his food I grabbed Charles' hand and dragged him outside. Leaving a giggling Lando and George behind.

As he exitted Charles was calmer now and ceased laughing as he saw my face a bit angry.

"I can change your mood." He said out of nowhere and then taking the lead, walking us both to a secluded enough part of the paddock where almost no one goes. Stopping as we arrived, he took both my hands and stared at my eyes, green orbs meeting mine. After a few seconds, we dove right into each other, lips sliding past the other smoothly. His tounge licking my bottom lip asking for entrance, I obliged eagerly while letting out small moans. His hands now on my hips and mine tangled in his hair, pulling from time to time to hear his groans. Our tounges fighting for dominance, which I obviously lost, and now his tounge is exploring my mouth, like his mapping out the places in case he got lost, or simply to memorize the crevices of my teeth, the texture of my cheeks or the feeling of my tounge gently poking his.

Our heated kissing caused him to pin me against a nearby wall, slamming me against it with a bit of force, but his hand was already at the back of my head tangled in my hair, providing cushion. The hand that remained on my hip squeezed tight, making me open my mouth wider.

"There we go, all gone, you look much better now." Charles says with a smirk as he rests his forehead against mine. Both of us breathing heavily, in need of air after that intense make out session.

"I fucking hate you." I say, now in a daze, lazily resting my body against the wall and looking at his eyes. Admiring his eyes, like they are gems of unfathomable beauty that only a God can comprehend.

"You know you don't."

"No, I don't."

We both chuckle as we fixed ourself and walked out in the open, and headed to the garage for him to get ready for the race.

—

After the race, Carlos got P2 and Charles got P1 with Lando getting P3, what a surprise, no Max on the podium. Probably because of the crash with yuki.

As they spray each other with champagne, I stand on the side with the rest of the ferrari team, waiting for them to get down.

—

After all the media and partying, I found myself alone with Charles, walking back to the garage.

"What exactly did you forget?" I asked confused as we were the only ones left in the garage when we walked in.

"This." He said, and I turned to look at him in confusion, only to be met by a pair of lips on mine and my back against the door. His tounge immidiately went in for the kill, no teasing, and he was in no mood to fight a battle he would always win. He pushed my tounge down everytime I tried to move it remotely close to his.

"You're kinky, Leclerc, I guessing you want to fuck me on your car?" I asked as I pulled back, I needed to pull his head back as well to prevent him from chasing me. Which I succeeded hearing a disappointed groan from him.

"You're my lucky charm, and of course I wanna bless my car with luck as well." He mumbles as he dove into my neck, biting, sucking and kissing every part he can reach. I moaned as I felt him lick a few drops of sweat.

"I drank pineapple juice earlier, incase you wanted to know." He said now biting harder, one of my legs get held up by his strong arms, I peak down to his biceps. Seeing them bulge and seeing the veins from his hand up to his arm, brought me arousal that I didn't know was even possible. Slowly my hands began to wonder into the hems of his jeans and shirt, caressing his abs and teasing his boxers.

"You're a fucking tease, mi amor. And I'm in no mood for that, do me a favour and get on your knees." He says giving one last hard bite on my neck making me pull on his hair, surely leaving teeth marks on my neck. I do as he says, he let go of me completely and I kneel infront of him, my hands on my lap and my eyes trained on his green ones thst are now darker.

"You look so pretty like that, all eager and ready for me. You like that don't you?" He says in a low tone and squatting so we're face to face once more. He put his hand on my chin, his thumb playing with my bottom lip.

"You know this is where you belong right?" He asks in a loving manner, and I nod to answer his question.

"This is what you were meant to be, my fuck toy." He said now smirking as he let go of my chin and stood up.

"Remember how I told you I drank pineapple juice earlier?" I didn't need to be told twice, as soon as the words pineapple juice left his mouth, I immidiately unbutton and unzipped his pants. Now standing in from of me with only his shirt and boxers that can barely contain the monster of monaco.

"Wow, eager." He says as he smiles down at me. I removed his boxers letting it fall on the floor along with his pants. My hand snapped to grab a hold of the beauty that's inches from my mouth, I opened my mouth to devour his meat. As I slowly take it in he suddenly jerked forward and put his hand behind my head to pull me in, making me deep throat him.

"Fuck, I always miss your mouth whenever I'm racing, remembering how you like it when I fuck you after working out or after racing." He says as he looked in bliss and letting out small gasps of air. I full on choke, tears running down my cheeks. I tried to pull back, but he kept me down for a second longer before pulling me back. His cock now covered in my spit some of it dripping down to his balls and falling on his pants.

"I'm sorry, I just needed that." He says as he steps out of his boxers and pants. His hand running through my hair as I continue on coughing, my face turning a bit red.

"You always looked good when you're red." He said as he grabbed my hair rough and making me look up at him, tears running down my cheeks, spit dripping down the sides of my mouth.

"You look fucking delicious right now, amour. If only you could see how you look." He says as he pushes his cock against my lips, my mouth opening on instinct, and letting him push it. But now he does it slowly and more gently than earlier.

"That's it, good boy. You've always been my good boy, haven't you?" He says as I slowly suck his cock feeling the veins against my tounge. I look up at him to see how much pleasure I bring him, my own cock hard as a rock from the groans and moans his letting out.

"Fuck, if you keep looking at me like that, I will hold you down and cum down your throat." He says in between groans and his hips stuttered a bit. A sign that he's close. I keep sucking in a slow and steady pace, taking my time.

"I'm gonna cum." He suddenly says and pushed my head down, making me choke again. I feels his cum going down my throat as I cough around his cock.

"Fuck." I heard his say under his breat as he pulls my head back and making me look up at him, a string of spit and cum connect my lips to his cock.

"You're fucking beautiful, darling." He says, his thumb caressing my bottom lip, feeling and smearing the mixture around.

"Now I want you to be a good boy, strip and bend over the side of my car." I do as he says with eagerness, as I strip down to nothing I feel his eyes on me. I feel his lust filled gaze staring at me, specifically, my ass. After stripping I so ceremoniously took my time to walk and bend over the side of the car. Making sure to sway my hips making my ass jiggle.

"You are such a fucking tease."

"You love it."

"I'll detroy you the moment I get to you, I will make sure you will feel whose dick it was that made you unable to walk for a week. I will make sure you won't forget that ache inside you whenever I fuck you, I will make sure you won't forget who it is that can do that to you... I will make you, you forget your name and only remember mine as you moan it for the world to know. That I am the one you belong to."

Charles said as he approached me slowly until he is right behind me, his tip gently probing at my hole. He slowly wrapped himself around me as he whispered the last parts to my ear with the rasp and growl that I love.

"I will make you beg for me to stop."

I said as he entered me in one swift motion and biting my ear. I out loud surprised by his actions. My legs almost gave and but my arms already did, I lay my torso on the side of the car my face in the cockpit 'it still smells like him' I thought to myself as I breathed deeply, inhaling his musk. He continued to fuck into me roughly, one of his hands now on my hair pulling it hard making me moan in pain. I can hear him breathing heavily the other hand on my waist is gripping it hard, leaving marks. Being overwhelmed with pain and pleasure I came unannounced on the side of the car a few drops managing to get on the seat.

"D-did you just cum?"

He asked with pauses in between words to catch his breath.

"F-fuuuck, S-sorry."

I apologized as his grip on my waist tightened, he continued mercilessly fucking into me like I am a toy. Tears now streaming down my face dropping on the seat mixing with my sweat.

"Y-you should've a-atleast told m-fuck."

He couldn't finish his sentence as he came deep inside me. Painting my red walls white. He continued to fuck into me slowly.

"Since, you came without even telling me. How about you won't cum for the a week, starting now."

He said slowly breathing normally as he started moving fast and hard, pulling me up against his chest I can feel his sweat on my back and the ones dropping from his hair. I laid my head on his shoulder as he buries his face on my neck: kissing, licking, biting and leaving marks. My hands go to his hands that are holding me tight against him.

"You always taste good and sound heavenly."

He said against my neck as he breathe heavily. He continued to fuck into me, dropplets of sweat dropping on the car and the floor, I can feel his previous load being pushed out of my as he came again deep inside me. This time not stopping or slowly down, i tried to hold down my own orgasm so as to not disobey him and make my punishment worse.

"I'm still hard and ready to go, I can do this all night y/n. You better not cum or I'm putting a cock ring on you."

He said on my ear as one of his hands snaked up my body and wrapped around my neck. My hands gripping the side of the cockpit and he continued to fuck into me without stopping, his heavy breathes against my neck my ear and his grip on my neck is too much. I couldn't hold back anymore and I came again.

"You are really naughty tonight."

He said in between heavy breathes and he gripped my dick, and pumping it up and down, that combined with his heavy thrusts and the feeling of being full to the point his cum is overflowing was too much. I tried to push his hand away and push his hips away, pushing against his abs.

"P-please, C-c-charlessss, too m-m-much."

I said in between moans and labored groans.

"You're my toy, y/n, and toys don't talk back to their owner, do they? They just sit there and let it happen."

He said breathing in-between words and he grabbed both my hands in his right and held them tight not letting them move. And his left hand continued to stroke me.

"Be a good boy and take what I give you, you don't have a say in this, amor."

He said against my ear as my moans turned to screaming of his name and begging him to stop.

"Do you really want me to stop, hm?"

He asked me as he slowed down a bit, already missing the pain and ache. I shake my head and asked him why he stopped as tears streamed down my face.

"Well, people might hear you begging me to stop, I guess I have to do something as that mouth of yours."

He said between breathes as the hand that was holding my return to my neck as and slowly went up to my mouth, putting his middle and ring finger inside.

"Suck."

He commanded and I immidiately obeyed, moaning around his fingers as he continued his previous pace.

"F-fuck."

He whispered after a bit, I felt him cum inaide my again, my cock now all ready begging to cum as well.

"If you cum I won't fuck you for a week."

He said with a chuckle. I just whimpered and pushed back against him, feeling his sweaty body sliding against mine.

"P-p-please, I n-n-need."

Only a few words came out of my mouth as he continued again, my hole now very sore. And his thrusts became more and more painful, I bit his fingers that were inside my mouth.

"F-fuck, I'm tired."

He said as he removed his fingers from my mouth and stopped stroking me. I immidiately came as he pulled out. I leaned heavily on the car as I couldn't feel my legs.

"You okay?"

He asked in a soft voice and he made me face him and wiped the tears that were still running down my face and moved the hair sticking to my forehead.

"T-tired."

I said sleepily.

"I know, amor, d-did I go too far."

He asked me worried that he hurt me in a way I didn't like.

"N-no, just perfect."

"Good, we should get dressed so we can return to the hotel. I will clean up you can get dressed first, can you dress yoursel?"

He asked as he carried me gently putting me down on the floor next to our clothes.

"C-can't my body hurts."

I said as I looked at him he already put on his boxers.

"I'll help you, let me just clean up the mess first."

He said as he looked at my lovingly.

"T-thank you."

I said as I passed out from the exhaustion on the floor.

"Sorry if I tired you out, it's just I we haven't done it in weeks and I miss you."

I heard him say before sleeping.

Holyshit it took so long idk what happened to the ending.

[thisismeracing]

Ex | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Pairing: black!singer!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, breakup, mention of food, pregnancy, it's not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: Y/n and Mick used to be the golden couple in the paddock, that's why the internet went wild when they announced their breakup. Imagine how they reacted when Y/n dropped a song about not wanting to be his ex. Would the couple have any hope in getting back together?

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yourusername

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yourusername New song is out 🖤 Hope you guys like it!

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schumicedes This feels like such a personal song, it gave me chills!

⤷ yn1990 It's like she recorded a voice message for him and then dropped it as a song.

f1sainzito I still can't believe they broke up, I'm still mourning their relationship

⤷ charleslechair1 I bet they will get back after this song lol

ynprincess I love her but this cover feels so...weird, idk, like it's rushed

⤷ mickeyn someone made a thread on twitter explaining it a bit, but it's basically a picture mick took of her, she wanted to make her message clear and that's why it's so artistically beautiful, it goes beyond the aesthetic

jorjasmith you’re so brave and pure, Ily!❤️❤️

winteryn Yn wanting to be friends with her ex, meanwhile I literally changed cities so I wouldn't see mine again

⤷ cruelsummer1 that's why I feel like they like gave themselves time, not really broke up fr, and now they realize it was not the best idea because they literally love each other.

dojacat Don't make me miss my ex, yn!!!! ☠️

woffantastic NOT THE MERCEDES ADMIN LIKING IT

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mickschumacher ⛰️

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ynandschumi I wanted to comment something but I just know it will be deleted, so I'm just gonna say: you guys look good, hope you enjoyed your hike!❤️ also Angie seems a bit sad without her mother doesn't she....................

⤷ mercedessummer bestie, you did not LMAO

lewishamilton Roscoe says he's mad he was not invited!

mickschum90 I love you, mick!

sunandstarsyn This does not give happiness vibe...

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dailycelebsupdate We woke up this morning to the leaking of Y/n Y/l/n’s baby shower. The singer spent a little over a year off the radar after her breakup with F1 star Mick Schumacher, only to show up now pregnant! Who are we betting on to be the baby daddy?

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ynlove we aint betting a thing, and stop saying “only to show up” as if these pics were posted intently, they were LEAKED. Respect Y/n’s right to her privacy!

sainzsunny I hated the fact that the leaked something that she did not want people to know, but my bet would be that she and Mick are back together since that song release 🤐

mickeyf1 You guys are disgusting

swiftieyln She lookes so peaceful, glowing and everything 😭

⤷ ynhundreds that because she was being able to keep her private life to herself.

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f1gossipupdates Is everyone thinking the same thing?

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schumacher47 Is leaking season? Wtf the wrong, why cant celebs have their privacy??

⤷ f1khalid especially Mick, he’s really open about how he likes to have his personal life respected. 😔

ynstars BABY SCHUMACHER ON ITS WAY!!!

hockeyf1d They MARRIED???!!!

ynbrasil I just know Yn will be pissed when she open her socials to this shitshow

yourusername and mickschumacher

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yourusername It's been a long ride and we wanted to share with you guys in a different way, the circumstances, however, did not help, so we are sticking to the good ol' Instagram announcement. We got married last year and decided to keep living in our particular heaven, I hope you guys don't get this the wrong way because we love the love and support some of you give us, but Mick and I needed to bask in our own love without interruptions or assumptions. This love grew bigger than us and it will be walking around the world in a couple of months. We appreciate our friends' discretion, and our fans' love, we see you and we love you. We hope you guys can respect our privacy and our wishes on keeping some details to ourselves. Love, Mick and Yn Schumacher

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ynweeknd SHE SIGNED AS YN SCHUMACHER OMGGGGG

schumickeyf1 "This love grew bigger than us and it will be walking around the world in a couple of months" PLEASE IM SO LONELY THIS IS A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF ROMANTIC

mickschumacher Forever, mrs. Schumacher ❤️

⤷ yourusername forever and some more, my love 💗

charles_leclerc omg thank goodness you guys told everyone, I was so scared I would let it slip

⤷ lechair16 Charles ☠️☠️ LMAO

lewishamilton you guys deserve all the happiness in this world 🤍

ynandmick I was right and nature is healing

twentyoneyns So let me get this clear, my ex gives me a reason to go to therapy, while Y/n's ex gives her a ring, then all the love and orgasms in the world, and then a baby??????????? God definitely has its favorites.

⤷ schumercedes not the orgasms 🗣🗣 HAHAHAHAHAH

ynandmickey MOTHER AND FATHER

⤷ popyn Literally

mercedesamgf1 We already have a spot for them 💜

sunnydaysyln Are we calling the baby schumini or minimacher? or baby schumi? or macherbaby?

⤷ yourusername HAHAHAHHA I love them all

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[rottweiler1]

❝𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.❞

pairing: 141 x male!reader and maybe some los vaqueros + others

summary: the 141 needed a helping hand to protect the world, only 4 wasn't enough. they decided for a interesting 5th member. and seemingly, the 141's other allies were also intrigued.

word count: 811!

cw: violence, normal cod gore, angst, poorly translated scottish from google.

update:

A/N: part 3!!! i had to take a small break, watched kung fu panda tday and got some pretty nice stuff from the mall, fuck yeah. off topic from there but enjoy reading this!-rottweiler

3/?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

dino headed out to the jet with the 141 by his side, shuffling down his seat, the jet took off as the rumble started to shake towards the jet making him lay his head back as the others talked. simon 'ghost' riley was quiet as usual towards the others but sometimes talked out. price was just telling his (sons) to shut the fuck up and piss off.

dino then felt the jet shake with some turbulence as dino groaned, he couldn't get too angry otherwise his spikes would stab the leather from behind his seat like chopping meat. if only he could take them off right now. the jet landed down in a rough landing as everyone got up, dusting, stretching whatever.

the doors opened to reveal a group, soap then waved and yelled as some man looking in his late 30's hugged him and with one of those handshakes that seem oddly painful but dino shrugged. it was normal in the military life. price chuckled gruffly before the man said: ❝ayee, price my man!❞ the man hand shaked the captain with his grin.

dino then had some different opinions, he cant lie alejandro's voice was attractive.. reminded him of one of those mexican cultured movies he'd watch as a kid. dino then crossed his arms as ghost greeted him, so did gaz with a nod. alejandro noticed the giant with a gasp before saying. ❝hey, who the fucks that?❞ dino glanced at alejandro before saying. ❝dino.❞ he said one word and alejandro froze.

the voice made him shocked before grinning. ❝rudy, ya gotta come hear this voice!❞ the man named rudy walked beside alejandro, before rudy was talking with the members of the los vaqueros. ❝..huh?❞ dino said bluntly with a blink as rudy blinked. ❝fucking hell.. his voice is very.. wow.❞ rudy whispered to alejandro before reaching out a hand, soap then wrapped his arm around rudy's shoulder.

❝i'm rudy-❞

❝he's rudy!❞

they both looked at eachother and laughed it off, earning a chuckle from alejandro and gaz.. a small grin from price and ghost. dino must've missed a lot before groaning quietly.. he had no time for games and shit. alejandro interrupted his thoughts. ❝las says they call ya dino!❞ dino stared before nodding, it was pretty obvious from the spikes on the back, no?

alejandro reached out his hand as dino shook it with a stare.. pulling back, dino left. thats all he needed to know. soap then said. ❝sorry mates, dino's a lil version o' simon!❞ simon growled as alejandro laughed. a mini version? fuck no, impossible for simon to even have a son..

meanwhile..

dino was in the room they're temporarily staying in, making dino a bit uneasy since its not his usual bed, still creaky though! whats the difference? dino then huffed before taking out his phone out of his bag, staring at the texts from his sister. dino then replied:

kittarioo..!! ; my dear pretty ugly brother, i need some task force pics pretty please!

dizzo!! ; kiss on a dick.

kittarioo..!! ; just show me pictures of those men, they're really hot ya know!! give me some.

dizzo!! ; woah woah, is my own sister thirstin for some fucking military men fucking dick?

kittarioo..!! ; fuck off being gay but sendd!!

dizzo!! ; dizzo sent 4 attachments.

kittarioo..!! ; thanks, dino fucker!!

dizzo!! ; piss off.

dino then groaned, shoving the phone back in his bag, shuffling on his bed as he laid his head against the cushion, crossed arms behind his head that was making his head laying on. dino wondered if he would ever get to meet his sister.. dino got up before putting on his mask and sunglasses as someone knocked.

❝hey, dino. price is calling everyone to gathering with the los vaqueros, better hurry now.❞ gaz said and smiled, walking off as his footsteps went faint. dino then followed, fixing his green camo gloves. gaz opened the doors before taking seats, dino sat inbetween soap and rudy, simon was across him. dino glared and simon did back.

❝ya fuckers cant even get your rivalry postponed? we have a fucking timer to save the world.❞ price interrupted as simon and dino gazed back at price. ❝alright, now were gonna..❞ price kept going on and on as dino was gonna sleep, closing his eyes. dino was quietly sleeping for atleast 16 minutes before someone hit him.

dino growled and hit them back hard thinking its an enemy. turning out its just soap.. and with his slightly crooked nose. ❝fuck.. sorry.❞ dino said as he rubbed his temples, alejandro and rudy made sure soap was okay.. then the others eyed dino. their strength is strong, no lie. dino then went up to his room, made a lie. ( had imaginations.. about.. punching.. dinos. )

dino closed the door before grabbing pills, shoving down his throat, he had hallucinations, overworked hallucinations.. it wasnt long till the deployment starts.. would dino be fine?

the day of the deployement.

shuffling into the jeep, dino was large so he had to somehow fit.. so the jeeps roof was open, letting him see all the building and citizens from here. soap then said. ❝taking this fucker down is easy, just got my muscles not through rough training is all.❞ soap said, smug. alejandro laughed, ghost glanced at soap with a smile. you couldnt see it.

but rudy knew when he looked at ghost in the top view mirror.. the eyes of his lifted.

then they arrived at the destination, all devices were set.. ammo? set.. they sent dino in first because he was more the bigger and used as a body shield. on dino.

they were in a laboratory was where it took them to, there was just glass shatter.. ❝looks like they raided the place.❞ gaz said before slowly walking inside, price then went to the locked door before saying. ❝ on me. ❞ price kicked down the locked door before rushing inside, ghost went the other way to clear the room. gaz and soap followed in, and the others did too. the room was filled with gaurds, scientists hiding from this 2nd raid.

dino then shot someone, snapped their neck before kicking their body, shooting someone from behind without a care. fucking assholes. ❝ careful, theres snipers. ❞ dino said before someone tried to choke him with something, he then stabbed the guy with his spikes on his back before kicking some asshole infront.

ghost then shot someone right in the head before multiple came out from the corners. ❝ fuck! theese whiskies. ❞ ghost growled before killing the last person in another room. the soldiers infront seemed to know him with fear and bravery, they decided to risk it. to defeat THE ghost? pathetic.

gas then shot people with a pistol as someone kicked his pistol away, alejandro shot the guy. the pistol was far away. ❝ COVER FOR ME! ❞ gas yelled before alejandro nodded, gas slid on the ground past the killed soldiers quick and took his gun and placed it in his holster. he then eyed a better gun and took it before shooting someone who was behind alejandro.

soap and rudy was eachothers back to back, shooting them down before splitting, soap ran past ghost before stealing a knife from his pocket before stabbing someone in the head then slit someones throat and shot up someone.

rudy then punched someone, kicking them in the crotch as they whined before shooting them in the head. there was more? rudy could take them all with alejandro beside him. ❝¿quieres joder conmigo? vamos.❞ (wanna fuck with me? come on.)

price then spoke in the radio. ❝ more soldiers coming then we expected, get your arse upstairs. we're not taking evac yet, over. ❞

everyone then ran upstairs to see scared scientists in the lab rooms from the glass as the group walked to the exit stairs like badasses.. well thats what johnny would say.

they went upstairs with price, running before heading to the last floor they needed to retrieve the files about the group and.. ❝come on L.T, what if they go' chips? ❞ ghost grumbled before saying. ❝its a lab, not a fuck for 1 free chip gig.❞ ghost followed the group before footsteps were heard.

they all stopped before whipping out guns incase, dino then growled before getting infront of the team as a bodyshield, someone came down from the vents with style before whipping out the gun.

❝ kitty. ❞ dino growled at the woman with a grin on her face.

❝ dino. ❞ dino then tapped his foot with steady combat, guns aimed at her..

gas asked. ❝ they know eachother? ❞ price and ghost grumbled quietly before saying in unison:

❝ they're siblings. ❞

[smicksstuff]

times have been tested. what yn thought was private has now been made known to the entire world. how does she find the strength to carry on? who will be by her side through all of this? is this the end to what was the most anticipated return to the f1 paddock?

The PitBox Crew Series

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Better Together

(yngasly x f1drivers)

warnings: none

a/n: sorry for the long wait. i hope you enjoy this next part :) if you have any suggestions for the next part let me know in the comments! happy reading!!

15 April 2023

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16 April 2023

yngasly

Monaco

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yngasly maman said: you dont need lots of friends, you just need the right ones. she was right.

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ybfusername PREACH SISTER!

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pierregasly ❤️❤️❤️

charles_leclerc of all our very nice pictures you post that? 🙄

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yngaslyfc babes is glowing! ✨

yngaslyfans glad to see her smiling again

yukitsunoda0511 im coming to monaco with you next time. you are always having fun without me :(

yngasly i told you come with me you said no

yukitsunoda0511 never doing that again

lilymhe next time we gokart we arent taking the boys 😤

alex_albon we werent that bad!

yngasly lily and i could have died!

charles_leclerc we werent that competitive

yngasly i smell lies

yngasly PSA: never go karting with formula 1 drivers ! they are crazyyy!!!

arthur_leclerc so when are we going karting

yngasly 😟🔜

formulauno the love these humans share is something I want so badly ❤️

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francisca.cgomes so happy to finally hang with you! ❤️

yngasly oh baby from now on you arent getting rid of me

francisca.cgomes how could i

pierregasly 😟😟😟

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meanwhile on twitter.....

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23 April 2023

yngasly

California

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yngasly its more than just the music

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luisinhaoliveira99 finally we hang again! love you see you soon! ❤️

yngasly omg yess!! love you babes!! hit me up soon!

pierregasly glad you had fun! next year we go together!

yngasly you could have come this year!

pierregasly i knoww! next year !!!

scuderiapedrogaseoso i love how pierre is casually ignoring the third pic

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lancestroll looking good 🤍

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lancelot is there somethingg brewing here??

sirrlancee i mean could she be the girl on his story the other day?

lancelot girl if they were together they gonna be my fav couple

sirrlancee pls be together!!!

landonorris is that the outfit you have been making the last month ?? 😳

yngasly yeaa you like it?

landonorris girl is flipping amazing 🤩❤️

landonorris you should start making outfits for when you come to the paddock

yngasly thank you landyyy ❤️ tbh i would if school didn’t exist 😶

landonorris next race you come too we shld have matchy outfits

landino bro just saying…they will be such a cute couple!! look at them!!

mclarennumber4 his heart eyes can be seen clearly miles from here

charles_leclerc take me too next year!!! and till then you got to make me at least one outfit!!! 😚

landonorris hey i asked first!

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mickschumacher count me in!! btw you look gorgeous 😍

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lance_stroll since you are making for them i would like one too! 😘

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danielriccardo you were in cali without me !! wow the betrayal 😳

yngasly im sorrryyyy 😣😣

yngasly ill be back soon i promise !!

danielriccardo you better be 😎

heidiberger_ babes i know i just saw you but i miss ya already!! text me when you come back 🥺

yngasly ofc!! or you know you could come here 👀

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[ckiine]

Butterflies in the Stomach # Summer when they were 14.

A/N 1) - To whoever that missed me :P I am back guysss. I wanted to write this fanfic but it kept taking too long and once I started writing it became waaayy too lengthy so please bear with me.

A/N 2) The fanfic is kinda inspired by this pic. Such cuties!!! <3

A/N 3) All the credits to the actual artist. This image is NOT MINE.

A/N 4) Please forgive the typos!

There are a few easter eggs in this fanfic. Let me know if you guys managed to find them :) Without further ado. Enjoy!

Shinichi was annoyed.

He clearly knew he was annoyed.

His gums were aching because he was clenching his jaw way too tightly, his hands were tightly fisted and he just knew for sure that he had a very ugly expression on his face.

Since he aspired to be a detective he had deduced why he was feeling this way but no amount of rational logic was helping him right now.

Meanwhile, the core reason for his irritation remained completely oblivious to his agony and was happily chatting away with him.

He sighed and went to his seat not like he could interrupt.

************

Shinichi's emotions were all over the place.

He glanced at Ran who was chatting with Fuji Kaname. The two of them had become acquainted when both of them were assigned morning duty and to make things worse a seat change had happened. Shinichi and Ran who were seated together previously were separated and that guy now occupied the seat next to Ran, meanwhile, Shinichi was thrown at the back of the class. Throughout his classes, Shinichi's eyes would wander towards them. He would have a strange churning in his stomach every time he saw them interacting. He knew what this meant. He has always known what Ran was to him.

The problem was the other boys were looking at her too. Back in elementary school they had a crush on her too but were too immature and childish to figure it out and acted like bullies towards her.

But now in middle school, these boys were trying to put in effort to talk to her and vie for her attention. He was well aware of the eyes on her, the interested, curious gaze, the infatuated look anytime Ran was around. Shinichi was almost glad that Ran was oblivious to the attention she was getting. At least she was not interested in them.

"Shinichi? What happened? Are you alright?"

Shinichi jerked up and came face to face with a pair of concerned blue eyes.

"R-Ran?? What's up?" Shinichi called out in surprise on seeing her.

"Oh I just wanted to confirm what time your soccer practice will get over today? Regional matches will be starting soon, right?"

"Oh it's just the usual time for this week, we will have extended practice from next week."

He answered her automatically.

"Hmmm." Ran had a look pondering look on her face. Meanwhile, Shinichi snuck a glance at Fuji who was staring at them and their eyes met. Fuji didn't turn his gaze away from them.

"Then I guess we can go back together. Is that alright?" Ran asked cheerily.

"Yeah, sure." Shinichi answered in a daze and Ran went back to her seat.

Shinichi felt a bubble of joy in his heart.

*******

"It sure has been a while since we walked back together." Ran stated simply.

"Ah..um."

"But I guess it is for this week only when our club practices will end together. Next week, I guess the soccer team will stay back for longer time."

"Hmm."

"Are you match-ups out already?"

"Hmmm."

"Shinichi?? Shinichi are you listening to me?? Shinichi??? Shinichi look out!!!!"

"Whaa..."

Shinichi couldn't get the image of Fuji and Ran out of his mind.

Should I ask her about him? Am I meddling? Will she become conscious of him if I ask her and start paying attention to him??

In his worries, he missed the steps in front of him causing him to tumble down and fall flat on his face. Thankfully it was not very high and just three steps.

"Shinichi are you alright??"

Ran crouched near him and checked up on him.

"What were you thinking?? You are hurt." Ran said softly wiping away the dirt.

"I am fine... I was just-

"Thinking about Sherlock Holmes." Ran finished for him absent mindedly while taking out a small first-aid pouch from her bag.

"No it was something else." Shinichi defended himself.

"Really? Shinichi are you capable of thinking of something else apart from Holmes and Scoccer, I didn't know that." Ran poked fun at him and chuckled as she cleaned his hands and face.

You, you idiot. I think of you. A little too much.

"So what got you in such a daze that you tumbled down like this?" Ran asked now bandaging him up.

Shinichi just stared at her in a daze. His eyes drank in her features, her hair, her eyes, her nose, supple-looking cheeks which were just waiting to be pinched and dare I go lower. Her lips.

NOOOOOOO!!!!! He felt his cheeks burn

Shinichi smashed himself mentally.

She just had to be the prettiest looking gal, didnt she. Shinichi almost resented her.

Cant you just stick to me? Like, forever? Why the hell is this Fuji guy making googly eyes at you!? Punch him away with your karate!

"Why is your face turning red? Don't tell me you have a fever too. You looked listless in the class today as well." Ran came closer to check his temperature.

"Enough! I am alright. Don't touch me so recklessly like this."

Shinichi couldn't stand this torment and before he knew it he was sprinting away from Ran as if set on fire.

Oh the pains of an awkward teenage boy with the girl he crushes on.

UGGHHHH!! What have I done!? She definitely hates me now. What do I do? I didn't want to behave like this. She must be hurt.

Panting heavily and completely out of breath Shinichi entered the house, ran to his room and slumped by the door.

He did not know how to handle this jealousy and worst of all he ended up being irritable towards Ran of all people.

I really need to apologise to her.

*****

"Shin-chan come down for dinner."

Shinichi's intercom buzzed.

The Kudou mansion was pretty big so they had intercoms in the rooms for easy communications.

Shinichi came down and took his place at the table and saw his parents share a glance.

"Ittedakimasu."

Dinner was strangely quiet and Shinichi observed the strange behaviour of his parents who kept glancing at each other and at him.

"So what is it you guys want to talk about?"

Yukiko and Yusaku looked at Shinichi though not very surprised with his observation.

"Well Shin-chan, your father and I were discussing a few things and we are deliberating the option of moving abroad, US to be more specific."

Shinichi was caught a little off guard by the statement.

"Nothing is final yet. We are just discussing and we would like to hear your opinion about it. I know it is a lot to take in right now but think about it."

"But why the sudden idea?" Shinichi asked slowly.

"It's not really sudden."

True, the US was a frequent family destination for them.

"As you know Yusaku's book on the Night Baron has become an instant hit and for research purposes, the US is a good option. The country has a broad spectrum of studies and case analogies."

The 'Night Baron' novel series was a very well-planned plot. Yusaku Kudo wrote individual crime thriller novels but it always had a shadowy and mysterious character who manipulated the protagonists in very subtle ways. Not something which would be picked in the first reading. After writing multiple novels with such a vague figure a lot of conspiracy theories were making rounds on the internet as to who this mysterious person was. Finally, a few weeks ago the first book In the Night Baron series was released which literally disappeared from the shelves within a day. The people devoured the book like crazy and it was still on the bestseller for six consecutive weeks already.

"Shin-chan, moving abroad will be a big change but I think living in the States will be good for you too. Think about it okay."

"Is that all?"

Yukiko and Yusaku looked at each other and nodded. Shinichi walked to his room and crashed on his bed.

He could only think of her.

Will I be able to leave Ran? Will she miss me? Will I become a distant forgotten childhood memory? Will she fall in love with someone and become his girlfriend?

Fuji's lovestruck face flashed in his mind and why just him, so many countless guys were infatuated with her. Who will win over her heart?

I-I- cant...

He had a vague idea of what he needed to do and for that, he needed to speak to hakase urgently.

****The next morning****

"Hakase? Are you up? Hakaseee??"

The door clicked open, "What is Shinichi-kun? So early in the morning?" Agasa- hakase said yawning and still very much sleepy.

Like a cheeky brat, Shinichi just pushed hakase inside and said,"I need a favour hakase and only you can do it."

"What is it?" Hakase asked a little more alert now.

Shinichi looked at him and deliberated for a moment but in the end hakase was best possible option.

"My parents are planning to move abroad hakase. I want you to take legal guardianship of me in their absence." Shinichi said in a blunt and straightforward manner.

"NANIIII??? Shinichi-kun do you have any idea what you are saying!?" Hakase was completely bewildered at the Shinichi's request.

"Please hakase, do me this favour! You and my father have been friends even before I was born, you have seen me since I was an infant and you just live next door to me. I-I have my reasons for not wanting to leave Japan and you are the only possible way I can convince my parents to let me stay here. Please." Shinichi deeply bowed his head in front of Hakase.

"Shinichi-kun!" Hakase was flustered by the sudden development and the request.

"Have you told your parents about it?"

"No, not yet." Shinichi said slowly.

"But why do you want to stay? Studying in the States is a wonderful opportunity, especially if you want to be a detective."

Shinichi looked up at hakase, his eyes showed a determined gleam.

*******

Feeling slightly better after talking to hakase Shinichi set off for school.

*****

Shinichi kept glancing at the clock and at the door of the classroom waiting for Ran to appear who had still not arrived. Ran was not late yet but it was later than usual time for her. Just then Ran walked in through the door.

Shinichi moved towards her but the moment their eyes met, a look of pain flashed in Ran's eyes and she hurried away form him to rush to her seat.

"Ohayo Mouri. It's rare for you to be this late." Fuji greeted her

Ran just passed him a sheepish grin and settled down in her avoiding Shinichi who was just left stunned in his place but quietly went back to his seat.

Of course, she is avoiding me, especially after how I behaved.

****

Shinichi tried multiple times to talk to Ran throughout the day but Ran successfully managed to avoid him and before he knew it she was sprinting out the door the moment classes got over. Shinichi felt dejected and was not sure what to do.

"Kudou?"

Shinichi turned and came face to face with Fuji and flinched.

You are the last person I want to see right now.

"I saw you were trying to talk to Mouri today."

"...."

"Arent you being a little too pushy? She is clearly avoiding you. Stop bothering her."

"Mind your own business." Shinichi frowned and shot back coldly.

"I will mind my own business after you stop bothering her," Fuji said haughtily, not backing down.

"It sure is a good play, playing innocent childhood playmates and taking advantage of that."

"Fuji-kun!" Ran called out horrified.

Shinchi and Fuji looked in surprise to see Ran standing there, looking at Fuji with hurt and disappointment. He paled under her hurt gaze.

"Mouri! I was just-" Fuji started now, stripped off his arrogance but stopped unable to say anything.

"Please never talk like that ever again," Ran said firmly.

"Let's go Shinichi."

She grabbed Shinichi's wrist and they walked away. Their footsteps sounded loud in the empty corridor but Ran refused to slow down as she was still feeling extremely annoyed.

"Ran calm down." Shinichi started slowly in a placating tone.

"How could you let him talk to you like that Shinichi!?" Ran glared at him feeling extremely agitated.

No Ran, I was actually just a second away from punching him in the face, you arriving there actually prevented a fistfight.

Ran was seething, she really thought Fuji-kun was a nice person. He was nice and polite as a seatmate, they got along fairly well but to think he had such a shallow opinion of her relationship with Shinichi.

Shinichi and her have been together since kindergarten, she has known him since she was four. All through elementary school and even now in the second year of middle school they have always been together. Also, Shinichi always had valid reasons for acting in a certain way and Ran knew for sure that none of his actions were ever meant to hurt her.

"I thought you were mad at me," Shinichi said slowly.

"I was a little annoyed but right now I am angry for a completely different reason." Ran huffed.

"Don't mind it, I don't think he really meant it anyway." Shinichi didn't want to defend him but he sort of understood where he was coming from.

"But even so." She mumbled.

"Gomen Ran, for yesterday," said Shinichi

Ran looked at him. The deserted corridor was dyed in an orangish-yellow hue of the setting sun and Shinichi's eyes were fixed on her with an unwavering strange intensity. They were so sincere, shaking almost shining. She felt a pang in her chest, it felt like a bittersweet ache. It didn't hurt but somehow it did, it felt warm and lovely. Ran felt a vague realisation. She has felt like this before but for some reason, this feeling was getting stronger with every passing day.

The moment Shinichi looks at me like that I will forgive him for anything and everything in less than a heartbeat.

A sweet smile blossomed on her face reflecting the warmth she felt in her heart.

"Shinichi is Shinichi no matter what." She said smiling. Shinichi grinned at her somehow understanding and not understanding the statement. She felt the same, the words that came out of her mouth were something which perplexed Ran herself but she didn't want to indulge much in these complex intense emotions for now.

This deduction nerd and her were walking back together, which made her happy.

*****

"Tou-san, kaa-san, please listen to me." Shinichi spoke with a deep breath.

Here goes...

"I wish to stay in Japan, I don't want to move abroad."

"But Shin-chan-"

"I spoke to Agasa-hakase, if you guys permit then he can take over my guardianship. He said that if you both agree to it then he will agree as well."

"What about wanting to pursue the path of being a detective?" Yusaku asked bluntly.

Shinichi clenched his fist and prepared to answer.

I got through to Agasa-hakase, I am sure I will get my intensions through to my parents as well.

"Tou-san, kaa-san, being a detective is my dream, and I wish to achieve and fulfil that with my own strength and efforts. Even if it takes a little longer, I want to remain in Japan. If in future certain conditions turn favourable I will think of going abroad, till then please let me stay here. Onegaishimasu!"

Shinichi felt a tense silence in the room but he looked at his parents with the same determination and desire which had won over Agasa-hakase in the morning.

"Fine then, I guess." Yusaku said cooly.

"Really!?" Shinichi shouted in surprise.

"But Yuu-chan!!" Yukiko whined but Yusaku managed to placate and reassure her.

Shinichi felt a sweet relief on getting acknowledgement from his parents.

I can do it! I will definitely become a great detective. I will be by her side. The girl who carries a first aid pouch for me. The girl who values the relationships of people around her. The girl who has me wrapped around her fingers. I won't have to part from her, for now, this is more than enough. For now, this will do.

*****

"Please it's alright. I really don't want to impose on your family time like this." Ran said flustered and distressed to Yukiko-san.

"Oh Ran-chan, don't worry about it. We really want you to join us."

Ran glanced towards Shinichi for help who simply shrugged his shoulders. Though fireworks of madddening happiness were exploding in his heart.

Good job mom!!!

"Alright then! It's a four-day trip and pack accordingly Ran-chan."

"Yes."

Ran was completely shocked to find that the Kudos had planned to move to America. She felt as if she had been robbed of her breath for a moment but when she found out that Shinichi was going to stay in Japan she felt a trickle of relief in her veins.

He is not going! He is not going to leave me.

As of now, she was in the Kudou mansion and was invited to Shinichi's parent's villa mansion in Karuizawa. The Kudos were planning to move to America at the end of summer vacation. They would be spending time with Shinichi in Japan during the holidays. Knowing that they would be leaving in two months Ran felt distressed about being invited to a family vacation but on Yukiko-san's insistence, she gave in.

Ran and Shinichi's eyes met.

Is this really ok?

Yes. Yes, this is perfect. Shinichi felt his face growing warm and looked away.

These kids really grow up really fast.

Yukiko's eyes gleamed with nostalgia and mischief as she looked at her son sharing a moment with her (future daughter-in-law?).

A/N - Damnnn this is too long. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it till the very end. Please let me know how was, I look forward for your feedback!!

[renranren]

TWC what-if scenario: what if the detective became a cat?

Out on a pair mission with their LI, the detective got drenched in some unknown potion and turned into a cat. The Agency's staff said they will return to human form in a few days. Meanwhile, LIs will need to take care of them during this time.

A

- Gave you a trademark monologue ramble about how reckless you were, how you should had listened to her, how the situation could have been worse, how defenseless you are in cat form, why you need to be under their protection at all times until the potion’s effect wears off. All of this while assembling a cat tree, scratching post, and a cat bed in their bedroom. “F will not enter my room without permission. You will be safer here than your own room.”  

- "I did some research and found the best cat food brand but the pet shop in your small town does not sell it and those in nearby town all ran out. No matter what form you take, your safety and well-being are still my...our priority," muttering about nutrition and started cooking your three-course homemade cat meal.

- Did their best not to touch you but never brush you off when you approach. One morning A woke up to find you sleeping on their chest. Afraid to wake you up, A just laid there like a statue (not because you are so tiny or adorable or precious or anything just that cats need more sleep).

N

- "I'm more of a dog-person but I can't deny that I don't enjoy this." Let you lie on their lap while they read. One hand on a book, another lazily petted along your body, or scratched under your chin or behind your ears.

- Brought out the softest, most comfortable piece of clothing they own to use as your bed and cat-proof your bedroom. Stayed the night with you. Didn’t mind about cat hair on their own clothes.

- Let you get away with anything, "Just please don't scratch the furniture or throw up on the rug." Set up A's training dummy as your scratch pose just in case.

- Cooked you cat-friendly meals and treats. Others caught them spoon-feeding you. Yeah, spoil you rotten.

- Loved brushing your fur while telling you how pretty you are. "Let me hear your purr. Now, that's my kitty."

F

- "Babe, you are absolutely adorable!" They practically shrieked with excitement while picking you up and spinning you around. "Don't worry, babe. We will have a lot of fun!"

- Three hours in and already set up a social media account for you. "I have to spread your cuteness, babe!" The account got erased by the Agency’s tech, of course.

- Dressed you up in whatever cloth they can put on you and take you out while wearing matching outfits. Took tons of pic and video.

- Tried out every cat viral video they saw on the internet (definitely the purrito one). "We only have three days before you turn back. Not that I don't adore you in your human form but we might not get this chance again."

- Helped get rid of cat food because you couldn't stomach it and sneaked human food for you behind N's back. Sweet F.

M

- Refused to touch you for the first couple of hours. They are not familiar with animals, and you are so small. What if they accidentally broke your leg or something?! After a quick Cat-101 lesson from N, they finally let you approach.

- Hesitatingly petted you and the first time they heard you purr; they just froze. Your buzzed purr and blissed out expression were incredibly soothing for them and made they feel warm inside.

- Kept you on their lap while you were stargazing together at night. Absentmindedly petted you and played with your toe beans the whole time. Spoke softly to you about everything that came to their mind.

- After knowing that cats love sunspots, they drawn a curtain open just a little for you. They still avoided sunlight but really enjoyed the scent and warmth the sun left on your soft fur, holding you close for hours after that.

- Would probably put you in their jacket in front of their chest if the weather was cold.

[nspwriteups]

An Oath of Feelings - Part 1

A/N: because @thatacademic once suggested a prompt of KunxVT setting Vanmozhi up so here's my take on it - enjoy!

Poster made by me| pic credit: Pinterest | editing platform : Canva

Vanathi made her way to the chamber on the East wing. Vanthiyathevan had just told her that her Akka was waiting for her there. She expected all kinds of scenarios to play out - Kundavai Akka could be unpredictable most of the time. Either she would congratulate her for the solemn promise she had taken earlier, resolving to not share the Chola throne even if Ponniyin Selvan married her (even the idea of him marrying her was starting to sound like a joke to her now) or she would scold her for taking such a decision or she might even persuade her to change her mind. Whatever was the case, she was determined to not change her words. She made the oath after great deliberation and if she learnt anything from her Uyir Thozi who was also her mentor, it was that one should stand by one's promise till the end.

When she reached the chamber she found the door slightly ajar. She took a deep breath before opening the door fully.

" Akka,did you call....me?"

Arulmozhi turned around to see the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi, the one who shook the entire Chola kingdom with her one oath, moreover the one he had been secretly wanting to see. Before he got a chance to ask why she was here, she beat him to it.

"Ponniyin Selvare, how come you are here?" Her unnaturally cold tone surprised him for a moment.

"Ilavarasi, I came here to see Vanthiyar"

Vanathi scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "No, Vanthiyathevan told me Akka was waiting for me here"

"What? But Akka just met me and informed me that Vanthiyathevan was waiting for me here" replied Arulmozhi.

They looked at each other in confusion until realisation dawned on them and they said in unison,

"We have been tricked!"

*****************************************

Meanwhile in Kundavai's chambers,

Kundavai was pacing to and fro wondering what could be happening now.

" Are you sure this plan of yours is going to work?"

Her question was directed at Vanthiyathevan, who had settled himself on the settee and was munching on some grapes.

"Devi, please relax. Everything is going to be just fine" He said in a soothing tone, looking up at his lady love who continued her pacing,

" You look really beautiful when you are nervous"

Kundavai stared at him who in turn was grinning at her, contemplating whether to smack his head or to ignore him for his comment.

" How can you be so relaxed? Have you not heard Vanathi's oath? She has denounced her rightful place on the Chola throne.I do admire her courage and willpower but why did she do this? What was she thinking? I wanted answers to all these questions" Kundavai said, agitated.

Vanthiyathevan sighed and stood up, walking over to Kundavai and put his hands on both her shoulders, turning her towards him.

"Devi, do you trust me?" He asked

"Yes, of course" She said without hesitation and he smiled at her.

"Then why are you so anxious? We both know that the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi and our Ilavarase have issues between them that they should talk over. Us openly meddling won't solve anything so I thought it was time for some indirect help. All we can do is to give them the space and time that they require and wait" He said

Kundavai knew he was right. She nodded in agreement but still couldn't help but wonder what could be happening in the East wing chamber as they speak.

To be continued..

Thoughts? @ramcharanobsessed @dumdaradumdaradum @vibishalakshman @thatacademic @hollogramhallucination @kovaipaavai @rang-lo . @willkatfanfromasia @thelekhikawrites @thegleamingmoon @deafeningflowercat @yehsahihai @whippersnappersbookworm @itsfookingloosah @gemsmusings. @chiyaanvikram @elvenladysakura . @matka-kulfi . @madatdisney @bumblebeeskywalker @vahnithedreamer @nkarti @dosai-maavu @utterlynotperfect @winter-birds @happy-bookworm @tumbledout @anabanana4115 @freeunknownwasteland @bhataktiatmacore @rapunzels-stuff

[wyverndollface96]

Arven x Female Reader: Academy Prom

The entire academy is holding a prom. Everybody and their Pokémon are enjoying themselves. Pretty much the whole academy was focused on you and Arven. Cute cuddles near ending.

You were getting yourself and your female Mabosstiff, Barkley, ready for the Academy Prom. You were wearing a navy blue dress and Barkley had a bow atop her head. You were hoping to see Arven and his Mabosstiff attend the prom. But when you and Barkley showed up at the battlefield (where the prom was being held), you couldn’t see them anywhere among all the students and their Pokémon. That’s when you see Nemona and her Pawmot. “Nemona, have you seen Arven and Mabosstiff anywhere?” you asked her. “No,” Nemona said, “but hopefully they show up soon.”

Meanwhile, Arven was standing behind the doors with Director Clavell requesting a certain song for him and you to dance to. “Of course, Master Arven,” Clavell said, “we will also provide our special lights for the song. I will even play some other romantic songs for you two.” “Thank you, Director.” Arven said, straightening out his tie. Clavell nods and says, “Have a good time, Master Arven.”

Just then, the regular lights around the field went out. “What’s going on?” Penny asks. “It’s dark out here!” Nemona said. “Did we lose power or something?” a random student asked. “You still around, Barkley?” you called. “Boff!!” Barkley replied, still next to you.

Then the requested song, ‘Truly Madly Deeply’ by Savage Garden, started to play. “Aww, this is my favorite song!” you exclaim. Just then, a spotlight, along with some blue and green lights, come on. And right in front of you stood a sharply dressed Arven, holding his hand out to take yours. Everybody around the field cheered and clapped as you gracefully took Arven’s hand in yours after 10 seconds of your amazement and you both started to dance.

“You did this for me?” you asked Arven with a gentle smile. Arven caresses your jawline as he stares lovingly into your eyes. “I did it for us, darling.” he said. You rested your head against Arven’s chest as you both continued dancing. That’s when you feel his lips pressed on to the top of your head. Then you hear everybody on the field go, “AWWWW!!!!” at the little action. You blushed. Then you feel tears falling on your head. You look up to see Arven with tears streaming from his eyes. Sweet little tears of joy. “I love you, (Y/N)!” he says with a shaky breath. You wipe a tear away with your thumb and say, “I love you, too, Arven!” You and Arven hugged each other tight; his face in your shoulder.

Everybody around clapped as their Rotom Phones were floating in the air and snapping pics of you and Arven together. “Oh, they’re so cute together.” Nemona said. “Look at both their Mabosstiff together.” Penny said, pointing at Arven’s Mabosstiff and your Barkley nuzzled together and watching their trainers dancing and hugging each other.

Sometime later, you and Arven and both your Pokémon went back to his dorm room and went to cuddle on the bed. Arven looked into your shining (e/c) eyes and, in about thirty seconds, he kisses your lips. You return the kiss, running a hand through his long, wavy, blonde hair. Arven ran a hand slowly through your (h/c) hair, too. You two had spent the night together in Arven’s room after such a romantic night.

If anybody has a talented hand in artwork, please share in my inbox some drawings of Arven in a suit and Juliana in a dress. Thank you!

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[aettuddae]

first of all welcome back queen 💪💯💯

let me tell u i SCREAMED when i saw the cowboy carter cameo WOOOOOO (did u listen to the album, thoughts?) karina is such a troll for that pic with ning 😭😭

yes kai is the enemy, but he also is giving me himbo vibes but specially kelso from that 70s show and i love kelso so idk

sehun defense club 🫡🫡 he just a happy silly jolly fella 😕, seulgi & jiwon being so clueless is hilarious, my fav comedy duo

the new chapters taking a serious turn threw me off a bit ngl but they were soooo good like the ominous vibes the mocking birds have its great also lets NOT torture a little girl HELLO (EUNCHAE GET BEHIND ME)

also daein ur sleeping on the couch tonight for being an ass to karina (speaking off she literally got me kicking my feet back n forth 🫦🫦i love when girls tease ppl)

theres literally so much more too speak on BUT im dragging on so…what a great way to return, glad u got a life now 🫶🫶 sounds fun

im back to writing mini essays in ur ask WE ARE SO BACK

- 🕷️

well, hello once again 😌👋🏻

about cowboy carter.. i did listen to a few songs, but i'm sorry, it's not really my place 😭

kai as kelso is crazy, but kinda accurate honestly. never would have pictured it like that. meanwhile, daein's friends are a whole plot of their own and i'm glad someone cares about them 😭🩷

i'm happy you enjoyed the new chapters, i was quite hesitant about people liking them since there's a lot of drama ma ma ma ma, especially with the mockingbirds. hope it wasn't heavy to read.

you're self-destructive 😭 but that's fine cause i am a little too

thank you, anon. having a life is interesting, but i have much more fun writing my silly little aespa smaus. glad to read your asks again, it's one of my favorite parts of writing 😅🤍

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Blackwood Ch. 2

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!Blackwood!reader

Summary:  (Y/N) ‘Finch’ Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: None to my knowledge

A/N: I apologize for how slow I have gotten about posting pic updates...everything is picking up so I have a very limited amount of time to be able to work on anything. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this part. I think it's my favorite chapter I've written for anything so far. Let me know what you think!

Prologue Chapter 1

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Finch woke up the next day feeling more than ready to meet everybody (again) and get the ball rolling on the mission. She had been debriefed by her team a few days prior, learning her position regarding the call to duty. She would be assistant to whoever the actual mission instructor was, which she found interesting, seeing as there were plenty of people who could teach these naval officers. 

She had been instructed to wear her khakis for the most part unless informed otherwise and did just that. She adjusted the ribbons below her collar bone, checking to make sure that her hair was in its neat bun before exiting her room. The housing for the base was the same as it always had been, somewhat outdated but nice enough. 

Other officers were already moving about the halls, notably Bob and Phoenix, who were walking towards the hangar in their flight suits. She guessed that they would be getting right to it, then. She wasn’t privy to the plans of the instructor; hell, she didn’t even know who the instructor was. 

Making a mental note to ask who she would be assistant to, Finch made her way towards Admiral Simpson’s office, checking the time on her watch. She was a little early, but that never really hurt anybody. Arriving to his door, she knocked firmly, her hands hanging at her sides.

Cyclone opened the door rather quickly, as if he had been on his way out. “Oh, there you are, Lieutenant Commander. We were just about to head to the hangar.” He said, opening the door wider. He revealed Warlock behind him, as well as the old timer from The Hard Deck the night before. She guessed he really was here for a purpose, then.

“My apologies, Admiral. I was on my way to ask you a question, but I’m sure it can wait.” She stated, looking back to meet his gaze.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t ask it on the way there.” He suggested, stepping out of the office along with the others. Finch fell in line next to the dark-haired man from the night before, behind the two admirals. 

“I was just curious who exactly I would be assisting in instructing these candidates, sir.” She told him, glancing over at the man next to her.

Warlock looked behind him to take note of the two, almost having to do a double take when he had looked ahead of him again. He had known Maverick for a while, but the woman next to him had an uncanny resemblance to the daredevil aviator. He could have sworn they were related somehow. 

“Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign ‘Maverick’, at your service, ma’am.” He turns to Finch, reaching his hand out for her to shake. 

She takes his hand, a smile on her face as she shakes it. “Lieutenant Commander (Y/N) Blackwood, callsign ‘Finch.’ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain. I look forward to working with you.” She tells him, turning to look ahead as they continue towards the hangar. 

Maverick nearly falters at her surname, the memories flashing in front of him. The blonde hair, red lipstick, night after night tangled between the sheets of her bed. He left her to the wolves and didn’t even think about calling her. Not to see if she was okay, if she had gotten that big promotion she had been talking about, and definitely not to see if she had a kid. 

The trek to the hangar was suddenly long, at least it was for him. He hadn’t put a thought into the possibility that Charlie would even want to have a child, especially with how career-driven she was. They had never crossed the discussion of children, seeing as he knew that he was never around for long. 

He took interest in her name. Blackwood. Not that of another man, but Charlies. Thoughts raced through his head until they finally made it to the hangar. He stayed back, as they had discussed, and watched her follow Cyclone and Warlock outside. 

Finch thought it was weird how silent Maverick had gotten after she introduced herself but decided to brush it off. Some people were put off about her rank, considering her years of service and age, but she was proud to be where she was. Her mom and stepdad were proud of her, and that’s what had always mattered most to her.

She took her place to the right of the podium, her hands behind her back. She saluted when Cyclone and Warlock entered the hangar, returning to her previous position once they were put to ease. She observed the candidates, finding Roosters handsome face amongst them. She kept her eyes on him momentarily before zoning back into the introduction Warlock was giving them. 

“While you have an instructor, they will have an assistant. I present to you (Y/N) Blackwood, callsign ‘Finch.’ She will be a secondary source, so she will remain on the sidelines with Hondo for the time being.” He introduces her, motioning to her to join him. 

She quickly moved behind the podium, nodding to the candidates. “Thank you, sir. I am glad to be here to help you all achieve the goals of this mission, which will be laid out by Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Bates. I will mostly be in the background; however, I will still be able to help you come up with solutions to problems you are faced with while in training.” She informed them, her face neutral. 

“I will now turn the podium back over to Rear Admiral Bates.” She stated, returning to the spot she had been in previously. Warlock proceeded to go through the motions and details of the mission. The heat from the sun had a bead of sweat rolling down her face as she listened with the candidates.

“I will now introduce your instructor,” Warlock said, the door to the other end of the hangar opening to reveal Maverick. “Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign ‘Maverick.’” 

Warlock left the podium, standing next to Cyclone. She watched as Maverick replaced him, the looks on the faces of the aviators a hilarious sight if she ever saw one. They hadn’t realized that they had thrown out their instructor for the next three weeks. Her eyes briefly moved to examine Rooster. His jaw was taut with tension, his gaze diverted elsewhere. She found that odd, but she decided not to question it. For now, anyways. 

Soon enough, Maverick had announced that they would all be taking turns against him in the sky for their first training exercise. The group was dismissed shortly after, all of them going to get their flight gear and to do preliminary checks on their aircraft. 

Finch had followed Cyclone and Warlock inside, looking around for Hondo. He was assigned to the mission as well, and she knew that they would be good sources of support for each other. She eventually found him amongst the halls, already on his way outside to monitor flights for the candidates.

“Hondo! It’s good to see you!” She exclaimed, greeting him with a short hug. They had been on assignment together a year or two ago and had stayed in touch here and there since then.

“Finch! It’s good to see you too! So, are we keeping an eye on these rugrats or are we waiting to see how bad Maverick beats them down?” He asked her, a wide grin decorating his face. 

She considered the question for a moment. She shrugged her shoulders, chuckling, “I have no idea, Hondo. I hardly know the man, let alone what he’s capable of. We’ll just have to see.” She answered, following him as he began to make his way outside. 

She made another mental note, she had a lot of them, to give her mom a call. She figured she might know something about him, especially since she could have worked at Top Gun in the time that Maverick had attended.

Once they made it into the scorching light of the sun, she pulled the aviators that were hiding in her back pocket out and slid them over her eyes. She thanked whatever higher deity there was that she had put on a lot of sunscreen before she left her room, because she would need it.

They each had communication radios given to them on their way out to help them monitor who came in and out of the airfield, but soon after the first set of candidates were in the air, it become very clear that her and Hondo’s jobs would be about more than just monitoring who flew in and out.

Payback, who Finch had spotted the night before at the bar, bet the crew 200 pushups to whoever was shot down first. This essentially meant that she and Hondo would have to count every pushup each of them did when or if Maverick shot them down. This was not how she thought her first day on the mission would go, but here she is. 

Even though she wasn’t up in the air with them, she could still hear the groans and moans of the pilots when Maverick did indeed shoot them down. She wasn’t exactly shocked, seeing as he had about 30 plus years of experience on them. All the same, she wasn’t looking forward to counting the pushups.

Eventually, the first set of candidates made it back down and ensued with their pushups. She had originally thought it was all three of them, Payback, Fanboy and Rooster, but only Rooster showed up to take part. 

“Rooster, where are the other two?” She asked him as he unzipped the upper part of his flight suit, setting his helmet on the ground. 

Grunting, Rooster turned to her. “I got shot down first. According to the agreement, that means I do the pushups.” 

She nodded, watching him get into position to start. Hondo spared her this time and began the counting. Even though she wasn’t counting, she couldn’t help herself from staring at the muscle exposed from the short sleeve of his black t-shirt. She instantly remembers that she owes him. She had completely forgotten the ride he had given her the night before in the scramble to prepare for the morning brief and getting things in order. 

Lost in her train of thought, Finch comes back to about a hundred pushups in, moving her gaze elsewhere. She could hear the conversations over the radio were now becoming active, so she decided to zone into those instead.

The banter between Hangman, Phoenix and Bob is hilarious to her, and she can’t help but let out a chuckle. ‘Baby on Board’ really was something else, she guessed. The grunts from Rooster brought her attention back to the man, finding him to suddenly be standing right next to her. Man, he was fast at doing pushups.

Sweat was dripping down his face, seeping into his mustache. He licked his lips, picking up his gear. Finch did her best to look away and not stare at his stupid handsome face. She just needed to get through the day and focus. She was stuck on him now, she knew it. 

Rooster nodded to both her and Hondo, walking away towards the main building of the base. She would have to work hard in order to avoid falling for him. She could already feel herself diving deep. 

The day progressed, every single one of the aviators up for selection on the mission doing the set of pushups now. Everybody would be going twice, as Hondo had described to her about halfway through the first hop.  This would be absolutely perfect…probably having to watch Rooster do another set of 200 pushups…

Finch had tuned things out for the better part of the day, casually counting for the aviators when it was their turn to face the consequences of their friends’ actions. Their short lunch felt as though it had been forever ago by the time the sun had started to set, and all she wanted to do was go home and soak in a bath. 

Just as she was beginning to daydream, Finch heard a rush of words from the radio. Maverick and Rooster were basically one on one at this point. She couldn’t see them from her position on the ground, but she knew it wasn’t good when she overheard the loud, blaring beeps over the airways. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but it was all over relatively quickly.

It wasn’t long before a very flustered and angry Rooster arrived to serve his dues. He practically threw his gear onto the ground, unzipping his flight suit again. He wasted no time in starting his pushups, staring directly ahead. She counted for him, crossing her arms. 

She thought that he seemed relatively determined to get it over with, but he continued well past the 2ooth pushup. She tried to engage him in conversation, but he completely ignored her. He was somewhere else entirely. She decided it would be better to just leave him be, and informed him that he was dismissed once he finished doing whatever it was he was trying to do. 

Finch made her way off base as quickly as she could, considering she still had to call her mom and make sure she was doing okay. She also wanted to try and distract herself from the barrage of thoughts she was starting to have about Rooster. The man had a grip on her mind that even she didn’t know how to handle.

The allotted housing was quickly in view, much to Finch’s relief. She really needed to get away from it all, and it was only day one of the mission. 

Entering through the front door, she immediately slipped off her service shoes. They always gave her blisters if she wore them often, and she’d been wearing them for the last week or so. She made her way to the bedroom, stripping herself of the button up and the belt. She had half undone her pants by the time she made it there, immediately reaching for the top drawer. 

She soon found herself completely undressed, throwing her uniform into the hamper at the door. Her bra was soon to follow, a relieving sigh leaving her lips. She dug through her drawers to find a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into. Eventually finding something, she slipped them both on, flopping onto her bed. 

Finch found her phone somewhere amongst the mess that was her nightstand. She tended to leave her phone at the housing complex so that she wouldn’t get distracted by any texts or calls. She unlocked it, opening to a background of her and her mom on their vacation a few years ago. She smiled at the memory before scrolling going to her texts and finding her mom’s contact, pressing the call button. 

Pressing her phone to her ear, she waited as it rang a few times before her mom picked up.

“Hey, honey,” Charlies says through the speaker, light shuffling noises heard on the other side. “How’s everything going down there?” Finch sighs, making herself comfortable. “It’s going okay right now. You know I can’t give you details, classified information and all that, but my team is rather interesting to say the least.”

“Well, can you at least tell me who the instructor is? I find it interesting that they brought back Top Gun graduates for a mission…” Charlie asked her daughter.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll know him, since he graduated back during the time you were assisting on their projects,” Finch told her, shuffling on the bed a bit. “His callsign is Maverick, if that rings any bells.”

Charlie immediately goes silent on the other end of the line. Finch can sense the tension building from the other side of the country. 

“Mom? You there?” She asks, sitting up.

Charlie is still silent. She can feel the swell in her chest at the mention of his name, and it takes every fiber of her being not to become choked up. Her baby girl was working with her dad, and she didn’t even know it.

“I’m here, honey.” Charlie finally replies, trying to hold herself together.

“Everything okay? I don’t know much about him, but if you don’t want to talk about it, then that’s okay.” Finch’s curiosity is peaked now, but she knows how hard it can be for her mom to talk about the past sometimes.

“Honey, I…I don’t think I can speak to you about it. Not today, at least. I’ll tell you soon, though. I just need to take care of some things first.” Charlie informs her, still holding back her initial reaction.

“I understand, mom. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. I should probably get going, though. I still need to fix something for dinner and make sure I’ve got everything in line for tomorrow.” Finch says, her fingers playing with a loose thread on the comforter.

“Okay, honey. I love you, a bushel, and a peck. I’ll talk to you later.” Charlie finishes, waiting for Finch.

“I love you too, mom. A barrel, and a heap.” Finch ends the conversation, hanging up on her mom after they both exchange goodbyes. 

Finch goes about her evening as normal but is plagued by the curiosity from the conversation with her mother. Who was Maverick, and what relation did he have to her mother?

Chapter 3

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a battinson pic, fem!reader, reader insert, riddler is conspiring against reader, reader has a budding relationship with b. wayne, as well as an established business-ish relationship with the batman, ongoing/not finished.

synopsis: A doctor of criminology, Y/N has been secretly conspiring with the masked vigilante of Gotham, the Batman. Despite her secret, she has rose to a sort of fame within the police department, and at a banquet honoring her success, she is shot. Bruce Wayne rescues her, and fights an ever-growing attachment to her. Meanwhile, she conspires with the Batman to catch the perpetrator that is targeting her. As tensions rise and she discovers that the shooter is much more dangerous than she previously believed him to be, she fights internal battles of complicated feelings towards the two banes of her existence: Bruce Wayne, and the Batman.

content warnings for this chapter: gun/shooting

a/n: hi, I literally made this account to share this self-indulgent battinson fic that I have been working endlessly on. 8k words and counting so far. enjoy :) 

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CHAPTER ONE -

Dr. F/N L/N was the most widely celebrated woman in the whole of Gotham, perhaps even the whole of the country. Doctor of criminology, she worked as a PI in the city of Gotham, and had been, for the past two years. Tonight was the glorious celebration of her; Commissioner Gordon was awarding her with the Gotham Medal of Honor during the GPD charity banquet. The most prestigious of all citizens in Gotham were to be in attendance to mingle and celebrate the reduction of crime evident in the past year.

Media trucks lined the streets as the line of cars made its way to the city hall, the holding place of the banquet. Naturally, the doctor’s limousine led the line, and special armed guards rushed to line each side of her car as she began her exit. First sight of her was of her shoulder-length, rolling waves of hair. Cat-eyed sunglasses rimmed her eyes despite the darkness of night swallowing the city. A black cashmere thigh-length dress hugged her body, and her hands were wrapped in a matching pair of cashmere gloves, covering her arms to the elbow. Wispy curled bangs hung on the left and right sides of her forehead, but the middle was bare. She wore long, black heels, completing her entirely black ensemble. Her fingers reached to lower her sunglasses, making her accentuated doe-eyes seen, and she flashed an adoring smile to the photographers, who wasted no time. The darkness of the street quickly erupted with white flashes and the noiselessness was completely swallowed by their voices, asking questions, asking for attention, asking, asking, asking.

She ascended the stairs without a word, the smile on her face shrinking, but never disappearing. She was greeted at the doors, and they were opened for her, and closed once again, and as if she had never been there, the people turned their attention to the next approaching car. Even within the building she did not remove her sunglasses. She simply allowed them to dangle on the end of her nose, looking over the top of the rims as she grinned at the mayor and commissioner, both eagerly awaiting her arrival within the hall. She shook their hands respectively, though she felt a light wave of guilt rush through the pit of her stomach.

Of course, she felt she had deserved every bit of praise she had gained; she did reduce crime in the city substantially. Within the first year of her work, at least. For nearly a year now, however, she had not been working alone. Her accomplice, and dirty secret, was a mass vigilante who had been running rampant throughout the city for a year or so before her arrival. Originally, she had moved into the city on a job from a writer for the Gazette, Gotham’s newspaper. The writer had enlisted her help in unmasking the “Batman”, a man who had been roaming the streets at night in search of criminals to bring to his own sense of justice. For a year she searched endlessly, getting little to no sleep, in search of the man.

Her persistence had made a hell of a story for the paper, and it was around six months of running in circles before she realized that she had been being manipulated; used by the writer for a chance at a good story. It hadn’t been more than three months after giving up the case that she came face-to-face with the Batman in person as she worked a case. Never before had she felt so endangered; so small. She soon found herself running into him constantly, and as it turned out, they had like goals. It wasn’t long before they began to use one another for information. From then on, she was never alone in her accomplishments. He was always there, lurking in her shadow, away from the cameras and press, just as he wished it to be. They both benefitted, but still, the guilt was beginning to eat away at her stomach. She had made a liar of herself; made a name for herself with stolen information and a leg-up on the back of a masked man. Never would she admit her faults; the Batman was severely frowned upon within the criminal justice of Gotham. Made the department into a fool, as he solved all the cases they could not; captured all the criminals they could never come close to meeting.

She was pulled from her thoughts of the masked vigilante as the grand doors opened once again, welcoming the second guest into the hall. The guests began to pile in, one after another, and it was seeming that they were in a line to shake her hand and congratulate her. Person after person, she heard the same words of congratulations over and over again, and though she was tired of it, she took it all with a proud smile. As the line of guests was thinning, it was apparent that the room had grown quieter, all eyes fixated on the door. The loud voices were now hushed whispers, and only one thing was audible from the murmurs: a name.

Bruce Wayne.

If the expression tall, dark, and handsome was a person, it would be Bruce Wayne. He looked rough; dark circles hung under his eyes, he was pale as could be, and his eyes hardly made their way from off of the floor. But by God, he was a vision. Dark eyes, messily combed hair, and a casual suit; the entire room’s eyes were stuck on him as if he were magnetic. The entire hall watched in near silence as he made his way up the stairs, hands stuffed in the pockets of his black trousers. He was the only person in the room who did not make his way to Y/N to congratulate her. She bit her tongue and clenched her jaw, feeling disrespected. Truth be told, had it been anybody else in the room, she may not have even noticed. But Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne, to drag his reclusive being out of his mansion to attend her banquet and not even congratulate her; it was an agonizing pain. The need for recognition set her skin ablaze. The absolute nerve of the man captured the entirety of her attention. As he crossed the room and found his seat at the front, near the stage, her eyes followed his every move. Even as the crowd resumed its previous state of conversation, she could not pry away her eyes even if she tried.

She watched as his eyes scanned the room nonchalantly, looking ever-so-apathetic as he took in the scene. It wasn’t until his dark brown eyes met hers that she jolted back to reality. Maneuvering her gaze away as quickly and as naturally as possible, she removed her sunglasses and folded them, placing them into her black clutch.

“Commissioner,” She called for Mr. Gordon’s attention, “Could you point me in the direction of my seat, please?”

With a smile, he beckoned to the lone table at the forefront of the hall. “There, Doctor, the table in the front is reserved for the utmost important of guests. The mayor and I will accompany you there shortly.”

The table had four chairs sitting around it, one of them occupied by the brooding and dauntless Mr. Wayne. She gave but a single nod of the head, and immediately made her way towards the table. The crowd seemed to part for her, as she held her gaze with the table. Though anxiety was building inside her, she held a proud expression. She would not allow herself to be embarrassed by a pretentious wallflower on her big night. As she approached the table, an officer standing nearby pulled out the chair next to Mr. Wayne and beckoned her to sit. She nodded in response as a thanks and he dismissed himself immediately. Crossing both her legs and arms, she attempted a conversation.

“Pleasure seeing you here, Mr. Wayne. I don’t believe I’ve seen as much as a thread of your suit since my arrival here.” Her jaw clenched angrily as he did not respond, only met her gaze for a second and nodded. She pressed on, determined to get something out of him. “What brings you out tonight?”

“Business.” His voice was a little bit gravelly and quiet, obviously he didn’t speak very much. Responding to the question seemed to exhaust him, his eyes looked weary and sleep-deprived, heavy-lidded and unenthused.

Frustrated, she beckoned a waiter over, taking two glasses of champagne off of his tray. “Drink up, Mr. Wayne. Tonight is a night of celebration.” She gritted her teeth and downed the glass quickly as he watched her with a rather blank expression, sipping slowly from the glass he had been offered.

“In conclusion of this charity banquet, I would like to welcome a special guest to the stage,” the commissioner’s voice boomed through the hall with the aid of the microphone. “Dr. F/N L/N, everybody!”

She rose from her seat as applause erupted from all sides of her. With a proud grin, she climbed the stairs and found her spot next to Mr. Gordon. “Dr. L/N has been exceedingly helpful and heroic when it comes to our city’s fight against crime. With a vigilante such as the Batman loose in our streets, it’s hard to make a name for yourself as a good cop. But Dr. L/N here is the epitome of a good cop, and without further ado, I would be honored to award you the highest medal of honor here in Gotham. Please, any words?”

Quickly he pinned the medal to the strap of her dress, careful not to touch her too much. I tightly wound ball of guilt was waiting to burst in the doctor’s stomach at the mention of the Batman, and she cursed herself as her hands were visibly shaking as she took his hand and shook it, taking the microphone from him. “Upstanding citizens of Gotham,” She began the speech that she had rehearsed dozens of times in her mirror, but her mind grew blank as she scanned the crowd and landed on Bruce Wayne’s blank eyes scanning over her, looking as unhappy as ever. She took a breath and decided to forget her speech. “These have been trying times. Ever since I arrived here in Gotham, I have worked my hardest to keep our streets safe. It has been such an honor to serve this city for the two years I have. I want to make it known to everybody here, and everybody across Gotham as a whole, that each and every one of you have my complete and utter being keeping you safe. Even in the darkest shadows of this city, I have your back. I hope that I can continue to keep your faith and support.” She eyed Mr. Wayne once more as the applause broke out, and saw him clap four times in all, and a part of her heart burst. She sent a knowing look and smile into the camera recording her, hoping that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, the Batman heard her nod to him.

As she raised her arm to wave to the applauding crowd, the lights flickered and then shut off, leaving the room in pitch blackness. Panic began to sweep through the startled crowd. The lights flickered on again, and then the room became dark once more. Y/N looked around in an attempt to find the commissioner, eyes barely adjusted to the darkness. Suddenly a loud bang echoed throughout the hall, causing extreme panic to ensue. The sound of people jumping out of their chairs and screams were bouncing off the walls, and it took the doctor a second to come to her senses. The lights came back on once again, and this time, stayed on. The panic and screams became more intense as the eyes of the crowd fixated on the doctor.

“She’s been shot!” The commissioner screams it before she could even realize it for herself, and sure enough, when she brought a hand to where her medal was placed above her heart, she felt the blood seeping out. As she brought her hand away to examine it, the pain finally hit her. She gasped for air as she felt pulsations of pain wash throughout her body, emitting from her chest. She stumbled forward, off of the stage, but instead of falling, she felt two strong arms holding her body steady.

The very last thing she remembered before blacking out was the alarmingly calm look of concern in Bruce Wayne’s eyes as he kept her from falling over.