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A pamper night with Lando or Oscar, where they basically let you do their skincare, watch a movie together, maybe paint his nails and just a lot of fluff <33

A/N: All this fluff I've writing today is going to rot your teeths and that's what I'm planning

"No, I want the oranges." Lando whines, head in your lap as you look through your large container of face masks. "Oscar already called dibs on the oranges, Lando." Your boyfriend huffs as the other one sits next to you smirking.

"Gotta be quicker, mate." Oscar raises his glass of wine, as bunny ear headband pushing his hair back. "Ugh, but I wanted the oranges, they make my skin glow." Lando flips his curls making Oscar snort. "Too bad, you got them last time, I get it this time." "Boys, stop fighting." You weren't holding any annoyance with your tone more so amusement.

"Do you have anything that smells good?" Lando sighs, closing his eyes letting you use the odd roller on his skin. "You're rather fussy with your skin care." Oscar mummers, moving to sit behind you laying his head on your shoulder. "And? I'm the best looking on the grid, need to keep up my reputation." Lando jokes.

"I have mint or lavender." You mumble pulling out the two face masks. "Mint." Oscar places a soft kiss to your shoulder, grabbing the remote he starts to look through the movies. "That's a good one, mint it is." Lando smiles, eyes still closed as you start to lay the face mask on him.

"Lando, stop moving your face." Every time the wet fabric touches him he twitches which causes a large cress making it hard to lay it. "Sorry, it tickles." He smiles, Oscar picking 10 Things I Hate About You. "Great movie," Oscar smiles at your praise picking through your facial masks.

Finally lying the mask on, Lando sits up. Oscar snorts seeing the bear hairband which has Oscar pull him back placing a soft kiss on his ear before going to pop some popcorn. "Am I sexy?" Lando teases, laughing you wiggle around as he tickles you. "Yes, stop." You laugh as Lando puckers his lips placing a wet kiss on your lips.

"Aussie, come here so I can put your face mask on!" Lando yells, sitting crisscross applesauce patting his lap. Sighing you watch the gorgeous Heath Ledger lighting his cigarette on the Bunsen burner. Oscar comes in, holding your favorite candies and 3 large bowls of popcorn.

Without a second thought, Oscar lays his head on Lando's lap as you move closer to your boys. "This is far better than partying tonight." You mumble, the boys hum in agreement. "Best night ever." Oscar sighs, Lando rubbing lotion over his boyfriends face. "And Heath Ledger," You and Oscar sigh making Lando glare.

"I'll never win," Making you two erupt with laughter.

This is the cutest thing I’ve ever read please read this! It’s super cute and beautiful! I’m in tears!🥺😂🥰

OOOOOO, I really like your writing and u asked for prompts. So, maybe u could do a really shy!reader or mute!reader with peter? I think that be cute! Or you can do it with tom since u said once that you like writing for tom more :)

secret language

Pairing: Peter Parker x Mute!Reader

Synopsis: a study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other

Masterlist

You sat alone at on a bench on your first day of kindergarten, feeling intimidated by the noise and spectacle of it all. You hugged your backpack to your chest, wishing the day could go faster so you could fo home.

Then he came up to you.

“Hi. I’m Peter.” A curly haired boy pulled the seat out next to you and sat down. You waved at Peter and put your backpack on the table, deciding to give him a chance.

“Do you have a name?” Peter asked, and you nodded your head. You took his hand and laid his palm flat, carefully writing your name with your finger.

“Wait, do it again.” Peter requested, watching your every move intently. You wrote your name again on his palm and he titled his head, staring at his hand like the word would be written there.

“Y/n?” He looked up at you once he figured it out. “Am I saying it right?”

You nodded happily and pointed to yourself before giving him a thumbs up. Peter smiled proudly and looked at his hand again.

“Do you not talk?” He wondered, making you shake your head no.

“That’s okay.” Peter shrugged. “Sometimes I don’t like to talk either.”

Peter began to swing his legs, looking around the classroom in awe before his eyes fell on Aunt May, who was talking to the teacher.

“Is your mommy still here?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and pointed to your mom, who was laughing with one of the single dads.

“She’s pretty. Her shoes are so tall!” Peter exclaimed as he pointed at her high heels. You laughed silently, smiling to show that you agreed. Peter smiled back at you, several teeth in the front row missing. His smile faded suddenly as he looked down at his lap.

“My parents just died.” He confessed to you. “Uncle Ben said they’re in heaven. I tried to look for Heaven on the map on the subway, but I couldn’t find it. Do you know where it is?”

You shook your head and Peter sighed.

“Me either.” He said, pouring a little as he slumped in his seat. You sat in silence for a moment until you heard a little noise from Peter.

“I miss my mommy.” He said quietly, his voice sounding weak.

Your eyes filled with sympathy for Peter as you stuck your bottom lip out. Peter watched you curiously as you reached out your hand, taking his little one in your own and squeezing it three times. Peter gasped a little, looking up at you with wide eyes as you gave him a gentle smile. It reminded him of what his mother used to do when he was scared, three squeezes to say three words.

I. Love. You.

Aunt May didn’t know about their little ritual, so when Peter squeezed her hand three times as they lowered his mom into the ground, she didn’t squeeze back. It made Peter wonder if anyone would tell him they loved him in the secret language ever again. But here you were, squeezing his hand to let him know it was okay.

“Thank you.” He smiled, his eyes no longer glassy. “I love you too.”

You smiled at him and he noticed that were missing teeth too. Peter pointed to your mouth and laughed before pointing to his own. You both doubled over on the bench (I was over on the bench) in a fit of laughter, as if you had reached the very apex of comedy with missing teeth and gaps in your smiles.

You and Peter spent the day together, communicating though words written on his palm or on a piece of paper. He found it very easy to understand you, even when you didn’t speak. He liked your quiet company far better than the loud children in the class, knocking over blocks and crying over toys. You were different, and Peter liked different.

At the end of the day, Peter saw his family and grabbed your hand, running towards them with you in tow.

“Aunt May! Uncle Ben! I made a friend. She’s a mule.” Peter proudly presented you to his aunt and uncle. You smiled politely at them as they shared a confused look.

“What sweetie?” Aunt May asked as she crouched down a little. In the mean time, your mother had spotted you holding hands with Peter and made her way over.

“Mute. Y/n is a selective mute.” Your mother explained as she came up behind you. “Hi, I’m her mother.”

“Like on a remote!” Peter cheered as the adults shook hands. “Can she come over?”

“Is that alright with her mommy?” Uncle Ben looked at your mother for permission.

“Sure.” Your mother complied. “If you give her a piece of paper, she can write some words down. I’ll give you my number just in case.”

“She doesn’t need paper.” Peter shook his head. “We can already talk, look.”

Peter held you your enjoined hands and squeezed yours three times. You squeezed back, making him grin.

“See? She said she loves me.” He exclaimed, letting your hands drop back to your sides.

“That’s so cute. I was so worried about her making friends. She stopped speaking after her father passed.” Your mother quietly explained to May and Ben.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Peters parents just passed as well.” May said sympathetically while Ben watched the two of you. A complicit smile sat on his lips as he saw his nephew genuinely smile for the first time since his parents died.

“My condolences.” Your mother touched May’s arm kindly.

“Thank you.” May put her hand over your mother’s. “It’s been really difficult for him. It’s been so long since he-“

She was cut off by Peter laughing loudly at something you didn’t say, but conveyed. Tears brimmed in her eyes as you wrote something on Peter’s palm, something that made him light up like the forth of July.

“Since he’s been happy.” She finished.

“Lucky they found each other, huh?” Your mother smiled fondly as she watched you and Peter play, earning a nod from May.

And lucky you were.

Over the next few years, you and Peter developed a secret language entirely comprised of soft touches, expressive looks and squeezes. It was a dialect that only existed between the two of you, and that was how you liked it.

“Welcome, students, to your first day of high school. My name is Mrs. Ingrid, I’ll be your english teacher this year. I’d like us to go around the room and say your name and what you did this summer.”

You looked at Peter with panicked eyes as tired groans echoed around the classroom. It was your very first period of your very first day and you were already freaking out. Peter gave you a gentle smile as he reached across his desk and took your hand, giving it three solid squeezes.

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “I got you.”

“Mr. Parker.” Mrs. Ingrid said suddenly. “Since you’re talking, would you like to go first?”

“O-Okay.” Peter stuttered as he stood up from his desk. “My name is Peter Parker. This summer I watched all the Star Wars movies in a row without breaking to sleep.”

“Thank you for sharing.” She nodded curtly and turned to you, as you were seated next to Peter. “Ms. L/n, you can go next.”

“This is-“ Peter began.

“I believe she can speak for herself.” Mrs. Ingrid snapped, narrowing her eyes at Peter. You looked at Peter with eyes full of guilt as you unintentionally made him get off on the wrong foot with the teacher. You expected Peter to be scared, but his face showed that he was perfectly calm.

“Actually she can’t, ma’am.” Peter said politely. “This is Y/n L/n and she’s mute. She also spent her summer watching the Star Wars movies but she fell asleep sometime between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith.”

Surprised murmurs swept though the crowd at the mention of the word “mute”. It was something the students hadn’t been exposed to yet and you felt the individual pricks as they sunk their teeth into it. Knowing the pantomime spotlight was being shone on you, you turned to the class and gave a weak smile.

“My apologies.” Mrs. Ingrid said shortly. “I forgot we had a disabled student this year. Thank you, Peter. And welcome Y/n.”

She turned her back to the class to hide the flush of embarrassment as a student called her out, but Peter had more to say.

“It’s not a disability.” He spoke up, shrinking in his seat when everyone’s eyes went to him.

“I’m sorry?” Mrs. Ingrid turned around with an unamused grin.

“Well, Y/n is mute because of an anxiety disorder.” Peter explained. “She physically has the ability to speak, but she mentally feels like she can’t. She doesn’t see it as a disability.”

“Did she tell you that?” Flash, a boy with his name stitched onto the pocket of his shirt, asked from somewhere behind the room, making the whole room laugh at you.

The whole room except Peter

Peter turned around in his seat and glared at Flash, armed and ready to defend you if needed.

“Yes, she did.” Peter stated. “She tells me everything.”

Flash snickered and rolled his eyes as Peter turned around in his seat. Other students continues to gawk at you, as if your mutism could be seen on the outside. Your face flamed red until you felt Peters hand on your shoulder, squeezing it three times to calm you down.

“I apologize, Y/n.” Mrs. Ingrid smiled at you. “Would the next student like to go?”

You walked home once the day had ended with Peter by your side, quietly thinking to yourself as he talked about his science class.

“Anyways.” He paused time catch his breath as he finished his story. “How was your day?”

You looked at him sideways before grabbing his hand and writing an “E” on his palm.

“Come on. English wasn’t that bad.” He insisted, grimacing a little when you glared at him. You made a gesture of a circle before sharply pointing at yourself.

“I know. But I bet everyone had a moment today where they felt like everyone was staring at them.” Peter tried to assure you but you rolled your eyes.

“Tomorrow will be better.” Peter said decidedly. “That Flash kid is so annoying though. How many classes do you have with him?”

You held up three fingers and Peters eyes widened in sympathy.

“Three?” He gasped. I’m so sorry. Hopefully he was just trying to show off for the first day.”

You shrugged a little and pantomimed popping your collar, to which Peter laughed.

“Right?” Peter exclaimed. “Why does he dress like a mobsters son?”

Your shoulders moved up and down as you silently laughed with him, nearing your apartment building now.

“We should do something to celebrate our first day.” Peter decided. “What do you want?”

You looked at him and raised your eyebrows, a smile appearing on his face as he caught your drift.

“You read my mind.” He sighed happily and he shifted the weight of his backpack to his other shoulder. “Coffee ice cream and Impractical Jokers it is.”

You put your hands over your heart and made a dreamy expression, to which Peter let out a groan.

“Stop it.” He laughed though a whine. “You’re the only one who thinks Sal is hot.”

You shoved him playfully as you entered the lobby of your building, making a face he knew all too well.

“I’m not having this argument with you again.” He wagged his finger in your face as he pushed the elevator button. You pouted and took his hand, writing out an expletive on his palm.

“Don’t use that tone with me young lady.” Peter feigned a gasp as he held his hand to his chest. You gave him an unamused look as he laughed at his own joke.

“Hey. “ He said suddenly as he took your hand. “Happy first day.”

You reluctantly smiled at his newfound sentimentality and squeezed his hand three times, for for each word.

~

“Mrs. Ingrid.” Flash’s hand shot up one November morning. “When we present the projects tomorrow, can Brian present mine?”

“No, Eugene.” She sighed, a snicker coming from the class as he used his first name. “Every student must do their own presentation.”

“Then how come Y/n doesn’t have to do one?” He asked spitefully, making everyone look at you. You looked to Peter for help, who was already turned in his seat to face Flash.

“You know why she doesn’t.” He said dully, tired of Flash’s unjustified vendetta against you.

“Well I don’t think it’s fair that she gets special treatment.” Flash short back, making some students “ooo” and agree.

“It’s not special treatment. Y/n is mute, Flash. You, on the other hand, have made it very clear that you are not.” Peter sassed, making the class laugh. Flash’s face turned red in embarrassment as he looked around the room for help.

“Selective mute.” He emphasized. “That means she can talk if she wanted to. You said so on the first day, Penis Parker.”

“It’s not like a light switch she can turn on and off, Flash. She doesn’t feel like she has a choice. Leave her alone.” Peter barked, getting up out of his seat now.

“If she wants me to leave her alone, she should tell me herself.” Flash snapped, getting up as well. You looked between the two boys with fearful eyes, tugging on Peters sleeve to get him to back down.

“What’s your problem?” Peter asked angrily. “What are you, jealous because she’s never spoken in this class yet still outperforms you?”

The class laughed at Peters insult, only making Flash angrier.

“I’d like to see how well she’d do without you as her interpreter.” He yelled as he pointed a finger at Peter.

“That’s enough.” Mrs. Ingrid slammed her hands on her desk. “Both of you, sit down. Y/n will be doing a power point presentation. End of discussion.”

“Yeah, that’s enough Eugene.” Peter hissed as he took his seat.

“That’ll be all, Peter.” Mrs. Ingrid narrowed her eyes at your best friend. “If this continues, I’ll have to request that the three of you be separated and put into different classes.”

“Why should Y/n and I be separated just because Flash is a dick?” Peter asked, eyes widened when he realized what he said. The students laughed at the sound of a curse word, even if it was one the uses on a daily. You looked at Peter scornfully and tapped his desk twice, communicating with him to calm down.

“Mr. Parker. I’ll be seeing you in detention.” Mrs. Ingrid stated. “Everyone, take out your textbooks and turn to page 117.”

You put your textbook on your desk and looked at Peter, giving him a sympathetic pout for getting him in trouble. You reached over and took his hand, squeezing it twice to apologize.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered to you. “Detention is a small price to pay for getting to call Flash a dick to his face.”

You squeezed his hand again and tilted your head to the side, making him shake his head at you.

“No, it’s not your fault.” Peter insisted.” It was mine. I interrupted the class, not you. Don’t worry about me.”

You sighed and brushed the side of your nose with your thumb, causing Peter to smile.

“I know.” He said softly. “I always worry about you too.”

~

You found Peter waiting for you at your locker at the end of the school day, bouncing with excitement to tell you a story from his algebra class. You listened intently as you collected your books, linking your arm through his once you were done. You walked past Mrs. Ingrids classroom and heard someone clear their throat, making you both stop in your tracks.

“Going somewhere, Mr. Parker?” She asked as she appeared in the doorway, arms folded and glasses perched on the lower part of her nose bridge.

“Shoot. I forgot I have detention.” Peter groaned before turning to you. “Do you mind waiting?”

You pointed behind you with your thumb and shrugged as Peter chewed his lip nervously.

“Are you sure? What if somebody asks you for directions?” He worried, not liking the idea of you walking home by yourself. You looked at him like he was silly and pointed your finger in both directions, signally that you could just point someone in the right direction of the asked.

“Well what if the directions are really complex?” Peter added, coming up with any excuse he could think of. You made a gesture that Mrs. Ingrid didn’t understand, but seemed to make all the sense in the world to Peter.

“You’re right. You don’t need a babysitter.” He agreed. “Do you want to meet back in my room at 4?”

You nodded and took his books from him so you could drop them off in his room.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” He promised as you took his hand and squeezed it three times.

“I love you too.” He smiled, giving you three squeezes before walking in the direction of the detention room. Mrs. Ingrid watched him until he disappeared around a corner, turning to you once he was gone.

“You and Peter, are you two together?” She questioned, making you shake your head. She smiled a little, looking amused as she took off her glasses and rubbed them on her shirt.

“Someone should tell him that.” She chuckled, sliding her glasses back on her face. You put your hand over your heart and rubbed it in a circle, the first gesture Mrs. Ingrid understood.

“I see.” She nodded. “You have a nice day now, Y/n. Get home safe.”

You smiled in appreciation at her before waving goodbye, walking out the doors of the school and towards your building.

You tucked your thumbs under the straps of your backpack as you walked, taking every precaution to step over the cracks in the sidewalk as you approached them.

“Hey, Hellen Keller, wait up.”

You froze for a moment when you heard Flash’s voice behind you before quickly picking up your pace. Unfortunately, he had the same idea and ran to catch up with you, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn around when he got there.

“I was talking to you. Are you deaf too now?” He snickered devilishly as you pulled your arm out of his grasp. You kept walking, but he fell into a stride right beside you.

“So how does it work? Can you and Peter read each other’s thoughts? Does he ever think about me?” Flash batted his eyelashes but you ignored him. You swallowed nervously as you began to wish you had just waited for Peter.

“Come on, Y/n. You should take my interest in you as a compliment.” Flash smirked, making you roll your eyes. “I wanna hear you speak.”

Your unbreaking silence woke up something animalistic in Flash, making him grab both your arms and pushing you into a vacant alley. He pressed you against a wall, gripping both your arms so tight, you were sure they’d bruise.

“Didn’t you hear me? Say something.” He bellowed, getting right in your face as he screamed. You turned your face away and grimaced, fidgeting to get out of his grasp.

“Fine.” He laughed in a way that made your blood turn cold. “You don’t want to talk? Then I wanna hear you scream.”

Your eyes widened as he threw you to the ground, your body skidding on the pavement as you moved. He stalked up to you like a Brute, towering over you as you held up a hand.

“Where’s your little boyfriend now?” He asked, raising his fist above your head. A scream ripped through your throat as his fist came down, never making contact with your face. You opened your eyes slowly and saw him wiping his hands, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“That’s what I thought. See you tomorrow. Can’t wait to see your PowerPoint.” He quipped, spitting on the ground next to you before leaving. Once you were sure he was gone, you sat up. Your hands went to your elbow first, as you felt blood tricking from an open wound. It wasn’t anything serious, just a scrape and a friction burn. Your hands then traveled to your neck, fingers resting over your vocal chords. You hadn’t heard a sound come from your mouth in 10 years, not even a laugh. The scream that came from your mouth was different from screams you’d heard in movies. It was deeper and hollow, as if it came from an animal. Tears stung your eyes as you got up, body aching from hitting the ground. You looked around the corner before continuing your way home, looking over your shoulder every so often out of fear.

You cleaned your elbow up in Peters bathroom, sticking a few Paw Patrol bandaids to the cut as you waiting for him to come home. You ended up falling asleep on his bed, only waking up when he came in a quarter last five.

“Hey sleepy head. I’m sorry I’m late.” He spoke in a hushed tone as he knelt beside his bed. “Mrs. Ingrid made me write on the board 100 times like Bart Simpson. Did you get back okay?”

You nodded as you sat up, slowly opening your sleep heavy eyes. Peter smiled as he smoothed the hair that was sticking up on either side of your part, smile fading when he took a closer look at your face.

“What happened? Have you been crying?” He worried as he cupped your face, turning it slightly to get a better look. Taking a deep breath to brace for Peters reaction, you held out your arm. He caught sight of the bandaids almost instantly, looking at you in disbelief before gently examining your arm.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded as he carefully twisted your arm to see the full extent of the wound. You weakly pantomimed a popped collar, seeing the anger in Peters eyes grow as he understood.

“Fucking Flash.” He stood up abruptly and slammed his hand on his wall. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you walk home alone.”

You got up and went over to him, shaking your head sympathetically.

“I did too have a choice.” He disagreed. “People skip detention all the time. How could I let this happen?” He asked, more so to himself as he sat on the bed. He put his head in his hands, hiding out of the shame he felt. You took a seat beside him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders while resting your head on his body. You tapped his leg four times, making him bring his head out of his heads to shake it.

“It is my fault.” He told you. “I provoked him in English and that’s why he went after you. I should’ve been there. I’m so sorry.”

You pouted and took his chin between your fingers, squeezing his arm twice with your free hand.

“It’s not okay!” He yelled. “He’s been targeting you since day one. I bet he planned this. He’s probably been waiting to get you along. Did he hurt you anywhere else? Oh god, did he touch you?” Peter could barely see past his disgust long enough to get the words, turning a little green as the worst case scenario played in his mind. You frantically shook your head and Peter calmed down just a little.

“He’s lucky. He’d be a dead man if he did.” Peter stated assertively. You tilted your head and gave him a disapproving look that he read in seconds.

“How am I overreacting?” He asked. “You’re hurt! He hurt you! Screw this - I’m gonna kill him.” He got up again and heading towards the door. You sprung up from the bed and threw your arms around him from behind, stopping him in his tracks. You squeezed his tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you held him back. He struggled to break out of your grasp until he heard a strangled sound emit from your throat. As distorted and muffled as it was, Peter knew was you were trying to say.

“Stay.”

He hung his head in shame, knowing it scared you when he raised his voice. He put his hands over yours, which had been resting on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, keeping his eyes down. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. You know I worry about you.”

You slowly withdrew your hands and turned him around, taking his face in your hands and making him look at you.

“I know you don’t need me to protect you. Is it wrong that I still want too?” He smiled weakly as he leaned into your palms. You shook your head and moved your hands down to his shoulders, shrugging a little to tell him you didn’t mind.

“I’m walking you home tomorrow.” He promised as he pulled you into a hug. “And everyday for the rest of my life.”

You patted his back four times, making his body shake with laughter.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Sounds good to me too.”

~

You entered Peters room a little over a year later after receiving a frantic text. The text contained exactly one word, “ouchie”, and the rest was gibberish. Peters wise eyes met yours and you smiled at him, smile fading as your eyes trailed down his body. He was clad in nothing but his boxers and one single sock, glistening with sweat from head to toe. Your best friends lean and scrawny body that you has seen hundreds of times since your childhood was replaced with broad shoulders and solid muscle, features that made your face burn all the way to your ears. That wasn’t what shocked you, though. What shocked you was the series of papers, pens, shirts, and granola bars that were sticking to his body as if adhered with glue.

“Whats happening to me?” He screamed, tugging at a Nature Valley bar sticking to his nipple. You held back a laugh when you saw how scared he looked and approached him slowly like a deer in the woods. You reached out a hand but he backed away as if you might burn him.

“Don’t.” He croaked. “You’ll stick too and I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you.”

You waved your hand in dismissal and reached out again, placing a cool hand on Peters burning cheek. His eyes shut in tranquillity as he leaned into your hand, letting your touch calm him as it had done so many times in the past.

You peeled a shirt off his shoulder and plucked a pencil off his thigh as his breathing slowed down. You cupped his face in your hands and looked at him, wordlessly asking him to tell you what happened.

“I went to Oscorp yesterday and this spider bit me and I woke up really sweaty - and I mean really sweaty - and then I got super hungry so I went ham on granola bars - and I’m talking ape shit Y/n I didn’t even chew I just went feral on those crumbly bitches - and then things kept sticking to me and I don’t know what to do and-“

You acted on a whim and pulled Peters face towards yours, kissing him firmly on the lips. The only noise in the room was the sound of pens and granola bars hitting the ground as they slowly unstuck from his body. Peter places a gentle hand on your face as he kissed you back. You pulled away, feeling his eyelashes tickle your face as his eyes fluttered open.

“And you just kissed me.” He laughed slightly, pace significantly slower now. You gave him a knowing look and shrugged a little, making him laugh.

“You’re right.” He realized. “You didn’t stick.”

You wrapped your arms around Peters neck and pressed your forehead against his, letting silence fill the room as he held you.

“I don’t know what this means. I’m…I’m scared.” He whispered as he nuzzled against you. You shook your head a little, telling him he didn’t have to be scared. Moving your head up to look at you, you took his face between your hands and kissed his lips three times in a row. After the third kiss, a cheeky smile lingered on Peters lips.

“I love you too.” He told you, grinning widely before kissing you again.

~

You laid on Peters chest, a few years out of college now. His shirt was riding up a little, exposing bare skin that served as your canvas. A shy smile made on a home on your face as you traced letters on his skin.

“What was that?” He asked when he felt your touch but couldn’t make out your words. “Say it again.”

You chuckled a little at his phrasing, and he did too. In accordance to his request, you wrote your sentence again, taking your time with the curve of each letter. Peter furrowed his eyebrows a little as he propped himself up on his elbows, a little annoyed with himself for not being able to decipher what you were saying. He prided himself on being fluent in your secret language, so the only possible answer was that whatever you were writing now was something you had never written before.

“Wait, do it again.” He asked, determined to crack the code. You sat up on your elbow as well, looking at him through your lashes as you traced the words again.

“I’m convinced this is gibberish.” Peter shook his head through a chuckle, looking at curiously to see if you were messing with him. You let out a tiny whine as you stuck your bottom lip out, patting his chest twice to tell him to try harder.

“Fine, fine. Try again. But go slowly.”

You sucked in a breath and held your fingernail to his skin, slowly tracing the first word.

“Will?” He asked, grinning when you nodded and continued to write.

“You?” He looked to you for confirmation. “Will you?”

You nodded again, feeling butterflies now and you moved to the next word.

“Many?” He questioned. You shook your head repeatedly, anxious for him to figure it out. You wrote it again and saw it click for him.

“Ohh. Marry.” He smiled, proud of himself for getting it. His eyes met yours and all at once, he understood why he couldn’t figure it out before.

No one fault really, you just never proposed to him before.

“Wait.” His lips curved into a smile as he cupped your chin with his hand.

“Do it again.” He asked, unable to contain his excitement as you repeated your actions.

“One more time.” He pleaded, eyes filling with tears now. “I know what it is, I just want to feel it again.”

You wrote it again, writing it on every exposed part of his body now. You proposed on his arm, his chest, his leg and his bicep, a man excited squeal leaving his throat each time you did it.

“Give me your hand.” He fully sat up now, wrapping his arms around you and taking your hand in his. He opened your hand and flattened your palm, bringing his finger to your skin.

“Y-E-S.” He spelled out loud as he wrote on your palm. “Yes. I will marry you.”

~

Smoothing your dress with a shaking hand, you turned to your mom for last minute adjustments before you walked down the isle. She smiled widely as she touched up your hair, handing you your bouquet once she was satisfied.

“Are you ready?” She asked. “That’s a dumb question. You’ve been ready for this since kindergarten.”

Nodding at your mothers words of encouragements, you nervously clutched your bouquet of sunflowers and roses, yours and Peters favorite flowers.

“You’re so lucky to have found each other.” Your mother smiled fondly as she dusted off your shoulders. “To understand someone the way you do, it’s rare. Your father would be proud.”

Emotion overcame you as you pulled your mother into a hug, thanking her the only way you could for getting you that far. The vamping of the organ signaled to you that it was time to go, all your nervously butterflies turning into petals of excitement. Your mother gave you an assuring smile as she slipped her hand into yours, both of you facing forward now as the doors opened.

Everyone turned to look at you, a welcome gesture this time around, as you made your way down the isle. You made eye contact with Peter, who had a hand clamped over his mouth to hide his emotions. He wiped tears from his eyes as Ned patted his back, silently willing you to come faster down the isle. In his mind, you couldn’t walk fast enough. He was not interested in spending one more minute as just your boyfriend. As you got closer to the alter, you waved at the Avengers who had put on their best suits to attend your big day.

And finally, you made your way to Peter.

You whole life had been about making your way to Peter, and now, dressed in white, you had arrived. You handed your bouquet to your mother and accepted Peters hand to help you step onto the alter. Peter sniffled a little as he took your hands in his, overwhelmed in the moment by your beauty.

The priest began to speak, but you didn’t hear much. All you could focus on was your childhood best friend, soon to be husband. Your palms sweat as the vows approached, an unfamiliar tickle resting in your throat.

“And now, the vows.” The priest handed the baton to you and Peter.

“Sunsets, flowers, and you. Three beautiful things that don’t make any noise. I believe some of the most wonderful things a human being can experience happen in silence. I believe that because of you.” Peters voice cracked momentarily. “I stand before you today as someone who is permanently subscribed to your silence. I look forward to a lifetime of knowing looks and written messages on the palm of my hand. I never knew how much could be said through three simple squeezes of my hand, but it feels like my entire life has happened since the first time you touched me and the last. Though your voice has never fallen on my ears, I’m confident I could identify it anywhere. You and I have created something incredible rare, a silence that only comes when two people truly know each other. And I know you. I am blessed to say I know you. I have never heard you speak, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear you. I hear you in the early hours of the morning when the birds begin to chirp. I hear you when the blood rushes to my face because you looked at me in a certain way. I hear you when the music swells in my favorite song, and I hear you in every beat of my heart. I won’t tell you I’ll love you until death do us part, because even the jaws of death couldn’t end my love for you. I will just find you in the next life, and the one after that. Nothing could keep me away.”

You touched delicate fingers to your under eyes as you dabbed away tears, squeezing Peters hands three times to thank him for his beautiful words. Now the spotlight had once again returned to you and this time, you were ready.

“Peter.”

Peters eyes widened in astonishment before brimming with tears as your voice fell on his ears for the very first time. It wasn’t perfect after so many years of being unused, but it was yours. That’s what made it Peter’s favorite thing in the world. He bent over and rested his forehead on your enjoyed hands, almost like he was bowing to you. He stayed there for a moment before standing up again, his face full of emotion. You knew he was composed enough for you to continue, so you did.

“I shut my mouth when I was 5 and I didn’t think I was going to open it ever again. But then I met you.” You broke into a smile. You spoke slowly, taking deep breaths every few words. “There is no other way I would want to use my voice than to tell you that I love you. I have always loved you.” You sucked in a deep breath as you got emotional. “My mom worried that I wouldn’t make any friends my first day of school, and I didn’t. I made a partner for life. It is one thing to be loved and another thing to be understood. You give me me both in three small squeezes. I love you, Peter.” You finished, punctuating your vows with three squeezes of his hands.

“I love you too.” He whispered, a steady flow of tears streaming down his face now.

“I love you more.” You said, verbally for the first time.

“Peter Parker, do you take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” The priest asked.

“I do.”

“Y/n L/n, do you take Peter Parker to be your lawfully wedded husband? To cherish and honor, for better or for worse?”

“I do.”

“Oh my God.” Peter gushed, making the crowd laugh. Peter was still recovering from the fact that your first word was his name, and now you had said the two sacred words he’d been waiting his whole life to hear.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” The priest smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”

Peter wasted no time in taking your face between his hands and kissing you, smiling with joy into the kiss as you officiated your marriage.

“You did so good baby.” He whispered against your lips as the crowd clapped for you.

“Thank you.” You giggled, proud of yourself for what you did. “I’ve been practicing with my therapist since the proposal.”

“It was amazing. That’s was the greatest surprise anyone’s ever given me. Even if it was just for today, I’m so happy I could hear your voice. I love you so much.” He told you before pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder and held him tightly, thanking God that he came up to you that first day of kindergarten.

“I love you too.”

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In the Middle - Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: Loosely based on the song In the Middle by Dodie. Alexia and Leah had a very short lived tryst in the past, but both being headstrong and controlling captains, nothing came out of that. Y/N has dated both Alexia and Leah separately, but the three being in close proximity most times and the captains unable to deny Y/N, agreed to try dating collectively and getting along for her sake.

A/N: For context, Y/N is Spanish and used to play for Barça for a few years before she moved to Arsenal. Y/N and Alexia both play for the Spanish Selection and the three just travel between London and Barcelona to see each other. Alexia is quite fluent in English here but actively decides to only speak in Spanish to Leah sometimes just to fuck with her. Leah picked up like 10 words of Spanish but she´s trying her best. This is mostly Alexia x Leah with a small amount of Y/N on the side. Enjoy!

T/W: BDSM undertones, Edging, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Voyeurism, Threesome where one person is watching the other two.

Leah didn´t know how she managed to get herself into this situation. Being in the midst of the World Cup, the English and Spanish Selections had been travelling around Australia and New Zealand for the past 2 months. Luckily enough, both countries' teams managed to find themselves staying in the same hotel at all times, even if it was on different floors. This allowed a simple routine to be established, Leah going to Alexia and Y/N´s room to wait for them to return from training.

Today of all days, she found Alexia sitting alone in the room when she had arrived. Something about her not having to be present for training in lieu of some photoshoots and interviews, the Catalan explained in Spanglish. Leah upon seeing her, wanted to walk right out of the room and wait until Y/N returned, there was just something about being in the room with just Alexia that left her unsettled.

Sure the three had all sat down, Leah and Alexia begrudgingly agreeing that they would all try to date, but that didn’t change the fact that Leah wasn’t fond of Alexia and vice versa. She stood outside the door and thought about just going to stay in the room. After all she was entitled to the shared space, but the trouble was that she didn't want to be with Alexia until Y/N arrived to defuse the tension between them. In the end, Leah decided to just fuck it and make Alexia deal with her presence. What's the worst that can happen if the two Captains were left alone in the room together to their own devices, she mused. Well, that's how she ended up in the situation she currently found herself in.

“A-alexia.. Fuck.” the England Captain groaned.

Alexia loved hearing Leah say her name in such a needy way. Ever since the three settled on their agreement, the blonde Englishwoman was always trying to one up the Catalan with every single thing. Especially when it came to Y/N. Alexia, patient as she was, grew tired of the blonde´s antics quickly and was waiting for the right moment to make her move. If only Y/N could see Leah now, on all fours whimpering for Alexia to let her have release. Her light blonde hair was a dishevelled mess, sweat dripping down her forehead and arms shaking with exertion as she took Alexia’s constant teasing. The Catalan was finding pleasure in her suffering, bringing her to the edge multiple times but not letting her cum, Leah´s breathing was uneven, and she was dripping from her core. 

Alexia ran her hands along Leah’s sides, cupping her breasts roughly. Leah let out a gasp at the contact when suddenly, Alexia flipped her over and pinned her arms above her head.

“Wh-what are you doing..?” Leah stammered.

“Por qué estás nerviosa, chica? (Why are you nervous, girlie?)” Alexia chuckled mockingly.

Leah looked at her in confusion, not understanding anything except the word nervous, she struggled a fair bit to try and break Alexia’s hold on her wrists but her efforts didn´t amount to anything. The Catalan Captain just smirked at how easy it was to dominate the Englishwoman. She couldn’t help but think to herself how amusing it was that Leah Williamson, England Captain and European Champion (Yes, Alexia might be just a little bit bitter about that) was helplessly laying under her. The blonde was disoriented from the pleasure and her cunt was absolutely dripping for her. Alexia brought her lips to Leah’s ear and lowered her voice ever so slightly.

“Si Y/N te viera ahora mismo Williamson, se daría cuenta de que su capitana es una zorra pasiva. Voy a hacer que me supliques. (If only Y/N could see you now, Williamson. She’d see that her mighty Captain is actually a fucking bottom. I’m going to make you beg.)” 

This time, Leah only understood the word beg from that whole sentence, and she let out an angry growl upon hearing Alexia’s words. She´ d be damned before she begged the Catalan woman for anything, especially to allow her to come. She tried to switch their positions, but was slammed back down against the bed when she rose to attempt to do so.

“No, no, te lo dije (I told you), I’m going to make you beg. That means I´m in charge. Surely you’ve learned what that means, captaining Arsenal and all, no? Today you´ll do as I say.” 

Leah released another growl, but Alexia simply laughed at her. The blonde tried to pull herself free of Alexia’s hold, but was unable to, Alexia was simply the stronger one between the both of them. If there was anything Leah hated besides being the butt of jokes, it was being powerless and in her current position, she hated herself even more for letting Alexia turn her into the horny, dripping mess that she was. Leah was very much determined to either switch their positions or at least even out the score. She raised her knee up and pressed it in between Alexia’s legs, causing the Catalan to release a soft gasp of her own. Leah pressed her knee up harder and was met with a quiet moan from the woman above her. Alexia then shoved her knee down though and pushed it into Leah´s core.

“A-agh fuck!” Leah started to grind desperately against Alexia’s knee trying to get as much friction and release as she possibly could. Alexia in turn, slowly moved her knee against Leah’s core and started kissing and nipping along her neck. Leah’s breathing was becoming ragged, Alexia´s mouth was still working on her neck, but her hands were busy lightly teasing over her nipples. The Englishwoman gasped and shivered every time Alexia’s fingers ghosted over her nipples. Alexia kissed her way up her neck and pressed her lips against the blonde´s, licking against her mouth for entrance which Leah welcomed. She could feel how close she was getting and started trying to speed up the pace that her hips were moving against Alexia’s knee.

“R-right there, fuck, don´t stop..” Just as Leah was about to come, Alexia shoved her hips down and removed her knee from in between her legs. Leah groaned at the missing contact, she looked up in bewilderment at the woman above her “N-no, why did you stop?”

Alexia smirked down at her. “Ah-ah, I don’t think so. I´m not going to let you off that easily, chica. Remember I told you, you’re going to beg for it.” Leah, getting desperate, tried to pull the same move she did earlier, but the Catalan wasn’t about to be fooled by the same move twice and quickly bit her neck hard, eliciting a loud yelp of pain.

“Buen intento, leona (Good try, lioness), but don´t think you can fool me twice. You’re not behaving as you should be and I'm going to make you.”

Leah was about to respond when Alexia got off the bed and grabbed her by her neck, she dragged her off the bed and moved her across the room to the desk and bent her over. “Look at how wet you are, I can see your juices dripping all the way down your legs. Maybe being taken by me turns you on more than you´d like to admit.” 

Alexia stood behind her and ran her hands up the inside of Leah’s thighs causing her to shiver. She purposely avoided touching the blonde where she knew she needed contact the most. Instead, her hands ascended up her sides and stopped on her breasts. Again, she took Leah´s nipples between her fingers and began to roll and tease them until they hardened even more. At the rough stimulation, the blonde bit her lip to contain the moan that was building in the back of her throat, she wouldn't give the Catalan the satisfaction of knowing the power she held at the moment.

“So sensitive, aren't you? I can smell how turned on you are, leona.” All this, just from me touching your breasts, from talking dirty to you, letting you grind against my knee.” Alexia whispered as she sucked on Leah´s earlobe.

“Shut up and fuck me, Reina. Or are you just all talk?” the Englishwoman ground out.

“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. How does that make you feel, Williamson? Knowing that I have such a strong effect on you. Probably pisses you off, doesn't it?” Alexia continues to mock the blonde captain. 

Leah opened her mouth, wanting to respond with something smart, but instead of sharp words, she released a soft moan as Alexia had moved one of her hands to lightly graze her clit. Leah bucked her hips trying to get the friction she needed, but Alexia wasn’t having it. “Tsk tsk tsk, I’m in control Leah. You know what you have to do to get what you need.”

Leah refused to swallow her pride and beg, so Alexia continued her light ministrations over the Englishwoman´s clit causing her to groan and gasp every time she felt the soft touch. The Catalan knew how close she was to breaking, she could smell the strong scent of the woman´s sex and feel how her body shook with want against her. Leah´s knuckles were turning white with how hard she was gripping the edge of the desk.

“Y/N’s going to be back soon, leona. What´ll you do if she walks in and sees you like this? Bent over this desk with your legs open and pussy completely at my mercy.”

The English captain whimpered at the Catalan’s words and tried to buck her hips backwards attempting to make any contact with the woman behind her, Alexia moved away, leaving Leah with no contact.

“Qué coño estáis haciendo? (What the fuck are you doing?)”

Leah couldn't have been more mortified than she was at that moment. Y/N, blissfully unaware of the events happening inside the room, walked in expecting to see her girlfriends ignoring each other as usual. Instead she came back to see Leah bent over the desk, a shaky whimpering mess, and Alexia behind her with an arm wrapped around her waist, her other hand in between her legs. Y/N dropped her equipment bag on the ground immediately and went to step towards them, but the Catalan held her hand up telling her to stay where she was and watch.

“Mira quien ha llegado, leona. (Look who's here).”

Leah could've died right there. Alexia pressed against her clit harder causing her to buck her hips hard and let out a loud moan. Alexia smirked at Y/N while Leah closed her eyes and tried to bend down even more and hide her head between her arms, embarrassed that Y/N had seen her in such a compromising position under the Catalan´s mercy. Alexia continued to tease her clit and ran her other hand up her back and into her golden blonde hair. Then, she pulled her hair up enough to get Leah´s head out from being hidden between her arms. Y/N, continuing to stand at the door started to feel her pussy throb at watching Alexia dominate Leah.

Alexia ran her fingers along Leah’s soaking cunt. “Jesus fuck, Alexia!”

Alexia dipped one finger lightly into Leah, just enough to tease. She let out a choked groan, finally receiving the touch she desperately craved. “Que dices, (What did you say,) leona?” Alexia pushed her finger in a little deeper and started to move it slowly. Leah gasped against Alexia feeling completely ashamed at the realisation of how wet she was and how much she enjoyed the Catalan´s ministrations. Alexia spun her around and shoved her back against the desk, laying Leah on her back while she stood between her legs with her finger inside her. Alexia bent down and took a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. She never ceased the movement of her finger but started to use her thumb to rub small, light circles against the Englishwoman´s clit.

“How does it feel, Captain Williamson? Having me inside you while Y/N watches me slowly fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Alexia taunted.

Y/N groaned at Alexia’s words as she watched her hand between Leah’s legs. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to control herself and stay where she was like the Catalan instructed.

Leah was losing her mind. She was keening at the lightest of touches and the slightest of movements. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer.

“Alexia, for the love of god…. please.”

Leah had said it very quietly, but she knew Alexia heard her. The Catalan’s smirk grew wider upon hearing the Englishwoman.

“Qué dices? Puedes repetir? No entiendo ingles. (What did you say, can you repeat? I don´t understand English).”

Leah swallowed roughly trying hard to focus on remembering what little Spanish she learnt from hearing her girlfriends, it didn´t help that Alexia was still rolling her nipple with her tongue and her hand between her legs slowly fucking her.

“A-Alexia.. I can´t fucking think right now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” she grunted out.

“Perdon (Sorry)?” Alexia laughed.

Alexia pushed her finger deeper into Leah´s cunt and bit down on her nipple.

“Pppp.. por favor??” Leah stuttered questioningly with her accent.

“Por favor que? Que quieres? (Please what? What do you want?)” Alexia stood above her now, removing her hand from inside Leah as she waited.

“Fff–fo-ll-a….me?” (Ff-fu-ck me?) Leah whimpered, unsure. With more conviction,“Follame. Follame p-por fa-AAAAH. (Fuck me. Fuck me, p-please - AAAAH)” Leah´s begging was interrupted by her scream from Alexia roughly pushing two fingers into her. The Catalan started moving her hand fast and hard. Leah grabbed onto the Captain as tight as she could, moaning and gasping. Leah turned her head to make eye contact with Y/N and she continued to fuck Leah.

“I can feel how close you are, Leah. You’re so fucking tight against my fingers, pulling them in. I bet even Y/N can smell how wet you are from where she's standing.” Leah moaned louder at Alexia’s words and Y/N was very much aware of the wet, throbbing heat between her legs as she continued to watch the scene play out.

“Al-Alexia, I´m so fucking close..”

Alexia pushed a third finger into Leah´s cunt causing her back to arch and dig her nails into the Catalan´s flesh.

“Beg.”

“Por favor, Alexia.. Please, please, por favor.”

“Please what, leona?”

Leah was grinding her hips into Alexia´s hand as hard and as fast as she could, trying to get the release she needed. The Catalan, intent on putting the Englishwoman in her place, wasn't about to let her get what she wanted before she begged. She gripped Leah’s hips forcing her to slow her movements against her hand. Leah released a frustrated groan.

“I told you, I´m going to make you beg.”

Leah whimpered pathetically, trying to get the contact she needed. Y/N could tell that Alexia had been pushing and teasing her for a rather long period of time and that the Englishwoman was at her breaking point.

“Amor, déjala que se corra, desde aquí se ve que se va a romper en cualquier momento. (Amor, just let her cum. Even I can tell from here that she’s going to break any second.)”

“Lo siento bebita, mis reglas son mis reglas. Si la guiri quiere correr, tiene que pedírmelo. (I´m sorry baby, my rules are my rules. If the Englishwoman wants to cum, she has to beg for it.”

Leah, knowing that she had no other choice, calmed her breathing as best she could considering the situation she was in, she swallowed her pride and tried out her limited Spanish vocabulary once more.

“A-Alexia….por favor….déjame correrme… (please, let me cum)….”

“Mira, no es tan difícil. (See, that wasn't so hard).”

Leah opened her mouth to respond, but just as she was about to answer Alexia, she let out the loudest, filthiest moan yet. Alexia had shoved three fingers into her and was fucking her deeply in a punishing pace. Leah buried her head into Alexia’s shoulder to try and muffle the loud moans that were coming out from her mouth. She could feel her orgasm coming and she knew the Catalan could sense it too. 

Alexia moved her lips to Leah’s ears and whispered. “You’re going to cum all over my hand aren't you? With me fucking you against the desk and Y/N watching. Go ahead Leah, cum for us.”

“Alexiaaaa, fuck. Fuck, god fuck aaah! Yes, YES..”

Leah had never felt herself cum this hard in her life and screamed so loud that Alexia and Y/N were quite sure that the whole floor of the Spanish Selection girls heard her. Alexia continued to pump her fingers in and out of Leah to help her ride out her intense orgasm. Once her orgasm died down, Leah slumped heavily against Alexia, completely exhausted from the hours of edging and unable to hold her body up.

Alexia bore the English woman´s weight and wrapped her arms around her, she then proceeded to carry her to the bathroom and deposited her in the bathtub, turning on the water to a nice warm temperature as Y/N followed soon after. Leah´s tired eyes met theirs as Alexia and Y/N moved to enter the already filling tub. As Leah eased into the warm embrace of the water, Y/N sat in front and facing her, reaching out to cradle her cheek softly and take her mouth in a soft kiss. She then pulled away and poured in a fragrant bath oil, the soft relaxing smell of eucalyptus filling the air slowly. Leah relaxed even further as Alexia made her way to sit behind her. 

Armed with a soft sponge and soap, the Catalan started to wash away the residue of their activities off of the Englishwoman as Y/N continued to kiss her. Every touch from Alexia was gentle and deliberate, the blonde was surprised by the gentle kisses that Alexia pressed all over her back and shoulders as she caressed her. Leah understood that this was the Catalan´s way of showing a side of her that Leah thought was only reserved for Y/N. Perhaps the two Captains can coexist peacefully and build their own understanding as the time goes by. 

As the bath reached its conclusion, Y/N and Alexia wrapped Leah in the warm embrace of the fluffy hotel towel. The trio moved to the bedroom where their cosy haven awaited – soft blankets and the promise of a restful night. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, the throuple laid down with Leah in the middle. Feeling vulnerable after the events, Leah sought out even more from the Catalan as she laid her head on her chest and swung her leg over her waist, relishing in the comfort of Alexia´s warmth as she wrapped her arm around her and stroked her back gently. As sleep claimed Leah in its gentle embrace, Alexia and Y/N exchanged a loving glance, Y/N reaching over to give Alexia a soft kiss and smiling up at her adoringly, knowing that the Catalan was starting to soften up for the Englishwoman.

Pete maverick Mitchell x lieutenant! reader

Author's note: Hey guys! I know this is such a random story. I'm gonna be honest, originally this was gonna be my fluff fanfic but I realized a shorter one would fit better. But I still liked this one so much that I decided to make it a whole different story. I hope you enjoy it! It's a bit of a longer one.

No warnings! Just cussing, kissing and super cute maverick x reader at the end. and y/n is used! No word count, I did proofread it but I would not be surprised about any types. My apologies in advance!Not 100% accurate to the movie (Phoenix is a back seater, young maverick but in the sense of the second movie)

Summary:

You’ve always admired Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell from afar, you know him because your brother was his back seater, but you never expected to get close to Maverick. When he's assigned as the new flight instructor at Top Gun, you find yourself working side by side learning more every day with the legendary pilot. Getting closer through shared flights and training exercises you fall for him more and more each day, does he feel the same?

You are one of the 12 pilots that were called back for a mission. The pilots had a little get together at the hard deck yesterday, now you're meeting your instructor.

You and Phoenix are the only female graduates returning for the big mission. Yeah sure being called back for it really raised your ego. But the mission is to destroy an unauthorized uranium enrichment facility, not that you think you can't do it. But this mission is described as the scariest mission any aviator could be put on.

So whether you go on this mission or not is up to you and you've fully decided that you are going on this mission, with Phoenix as your back seater of course.

You guys walk into the meeting area and sit at your desk next to Fanboy and Payback. "Hi y/n" Bob smiles at you "Hi bob. How is-" You're cut off by Cyclone "Everybody please take a seat." He clears his throat.

You sit by Phoenix and look up to see Warlock and Cyclone. "The pilots sitting in front of me were called back to Top gun because you guys are the elite. The best of the best." Warlock says.

"Damn straight." Hangman says earning a chuckle from the team. " We no longer have the technological advantage, for this mission, success now more than ever comes down to the man or woman in the box." Hangman looks at you and Pheonix and you put your middle finger up on the side of your head. Bates clears his throat.

"Today you will be introduced to your new instructor, he is a Top Gun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary, and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you they very well mean the difference between life and death." Admiral Bates says. You all turn around to look at the instructor. Holy shit it's Maverick. You've always felt a little something for him.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign, Maverick." They step away as Maverick takes their spot. "Good morning" he says looking over the squad. But when he looks at you, you guys make direct eye contact and he gives you a smile.

He talks about what trainings will look like and you guys are dismissed. You and Phoenix are walking down the hall and she looks around to make sure nobody is around. "So what the hell was that about? She asks "what?"

"You were basically drooling over him y/n oh my gosh." She laughs "Didn't he work with your brother? Is he not too old for you?" Thinking about it, he's not too old for you. He's just 2 years older.

"Yeah, they did work together, but he's younger than Nick so Mav is closer to my age than he is." You say

"Wow nicknames already? Just marry the guy y/n." She teases. "There's no way he would ever go for me. The second Penny knows he's back at North Island she'll come running back." You sigh

"Who's gonna come running back?" You hear from down the hall "Holy shit. Uh- um no one." Your eyes widen as Phoenix gives you a smirk.

"Alright well training starts at 1. I'll see you later." He walks away. "There's no way he didn't hear me say that about Penny." You say turning around towards Phoenix and she laughs at you.

You and Phoenix are in the air with Fanboy and Payback, and Hangman.

"Good afternoon aviators, welcome to basic fighting maneuvers, as briefed today's exercise consists of dogfighting, guns only no missiles. You do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team you must shoot me down or else.. "Or else what, sir?" Payback asks "Or else I shoot back, If I shoot any of you down, you both lose."

"This guy needs an ego check." Hangman says "So what do you say we put some skin in to the game?" Payback says. "What do you have in mind?"

"Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 pushups." Payback suggests "Guys, that's a lot of pushups." Mav replies

"Well they don't call it an exercise for nothing, sir." Fanboy adds. "You got yourselves a deal gentlemen, ladies you good with that?" He asks you guys. You chuckle "Alright yeah, let's turn and burn." You say.

"Fanboy do you see him?" Payback asks "Nothing on my radar, must be somewhere behind us." You guys are right next to each other, very little space between your planes. Suddenly Maverick comes in between.

"Shit!" You yell. He flies up further and circles back. "Tally Tally Tally!" Phoenix says "Mavericks coming in break left y/n!" You hear from Fanboy. "Y/n where are you!" Payback asks. "I'm coming I'm coming." You say heading towards him. "Payback break right." You tell him to and he does, getting out of Mavericks clear shot. "Y/n just saved your asses guys, but it's gonna cost her." Maverick says heading for you.

"Fuck! Y/n what's your plan?" Phoenix says tapping the glass indicating that maverick is right there. "Trust me he's not getting us." You say. He's right behind you and your plan was to go up and circle behind, but instead you go further down. "Y/n you're too low!! You're hitting the hard deck" Payback yells "Altitude, Altitude, Altitude." The alarm sound blares "Oh shit!" You immediately pull back up, giving Maverick a clear shot.

"That's a kill." He says. Fuck, you let your team down. And now you owe pushups.

"Down 120, Down 121..." Your arms burn as you do your pushups, goddammit you still have 80 to go. Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy are watching from the window. "That should be us down there." Fanboy says. "Yeah but it's not, and now you know a little something about y/n, she'll do anything for her team." Phoenix smiles looking down at you.

"Yeah she's one stubborn girl. But she won't ever let you guys down or leave a wingman behind I know that's for sure." Maverick says from behind them. "Hey so what's up with you guys? Are you a thing, sir?" Fanboy asks but Phoenix elbows him. "Sorry?" Mav says, Fanboy clears his throat "Nothing sir, my apologies." He says walking away.

You've just finished the day and as you shut your locker you find Maverick behind you. "Holy shit." You get scared by his sudden appearance, you clear your throat. "Excuse me, sir" you say trying to walk around. He grabs your arm

"Hey wait" he turns you to look at him. You make eye contact and you can feel your cheeks burning red. "I wanted to let you know that your team appreciates what you do for them, that from today and just in general. I appreciate you." He says and he gives you a smile. You can feel butterflies in your stomach but you can do nothing more than just smile. "Oh, thank you." You chuckle, you realize his hand has been on your shoulder this whole time. His hand moves up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you tomorrow, y/n." He says and then walk away. You make your way down the hallway to leave. What the fuck just happened?

The next few days of training is more dogfighting. Same rules, you die, you owe pushups. Throughout the day nobody has been able to get a kill on Maverick, you're hoping to today. You're in the air with Hangman, Bob and Phoenix. Out of nowhere Maverick comes in between you.

"Greetings aviators, fights on." He says

"Break right y/n" Hangman yells and you do except he goes the other way. Maverick follows you instead of Hangman. "Fuck, where's he going?" Bob asks. "That's why we call him hangman, he always hangs you out to dry." You groan trying to get Maverick off your tail.

"Leaving your wingman. That's a strategy I haven't seen in a while." Maverick says looking in Hangman's direction. "He just called you a man y/n, you gonna take that?" Hangman chuckles "So long as he doesn't call you a man." You say taking a sharp turn to try and get away.

"Talk to me Bob where's Maverick?" You ask "Jeez! His nose is already coming back." He says looking back at him "Get him off me Hangman!" You yell

"For all you folks at home, this is how you bury a fossil." Hangman says trying to shoot Maverick down.

"Alright Hangman, time to teach you a lesson." Mav says circling back. "You're out y/n" he says. "Son of a bitch!" You yell smacking the dashboard. You hear Phoenix and Bob sigh but they tell you it's not your fault. Very soon Hangman is dead too. You know after hearing "that's a kill."

"Down 78, Down 79..."

"Y/n shouldn't be down here again" Bob says while doing pushups. "Well I wonder why she is." Hangman grunts

"Maybe cause I don't leave my team, bagman." You say, from the corner of your eye you can see Maverick chuckling from your comment. "That's funny, Maverick said the same thing yesterday." Phoenix says. You don't respond, but you're just thinking about it. Maverick talking about you?

Next day's training is the last day for this situational dogfight. But today it's just you and Hangman in the air. "Y/n I have a question, what's up with you and Maverick?"he asks, bringing flush to your cheeks again just at the thought of it. "Nothing hangman." You say clearing your throat. Maverick comes up and initiates the fight. You grunt and immediately get at it and follow Maverick.

"What is with these two?" Hangman says just watching you guys. You're just going further and further down, you're past the hard deck and just circling with Maverick. "Let's get it over with y/n, your strategy is about to run us into the ground what's your move?" He asks

"You can bail out anytime." You say looking him straight in the eyes. "Pull up, pull up! Pull up, pull up!" You hear from the alarm system. Maverick grunts and pulls up. You do so too. "C'mon you got it, now don't think just do." He encourages you.

"C'mon y/n you got it, just drop down and take the shot!" You hear Hangman say. You're going to, but it's too low. "Too late had your chance." Mav says and turns straight up. He circles back and shoots you. "That's a kill, y/n." He says. "Goddammit!" You yell. "Go see Hondo about your pushups" he says and flies away.

As you're doing your pushups, Hondo stopped counting a while ago but you haven't stopped. "Alright that's enough." He says but you still don't stop. He walks away and you stop once your arms can't take it anymore.

"Kid, with how training's going so far for you, it does not seem like you're going on this mission." Hangman says walking up to you. You scoff and get up, you begin walking away when he grabs you by the shoulder.

"Get out of your head, y/n. I don't know if it's simply that our instructor is Maverick, if that's what's bothering you but whatever it is, it cannot get in your way." He says, you listened to him without turning around, you wanted to turn around and slap the shit out of just cause you felt like it. Instead you walk away.

You head towards your locker and grab your stuff. You walk out to your car and throw your bags in the trunk, it's laundry day. You shut your trunk and get into the driver's seat. Shit you forgot your ID key card that lets you into the building. You groan and go to the front door and look through the glass. You see Cyclone walk by and you knock rapidly hoping he will hear you. Luckily he does and he lets you in.

"Lieutenant L/n, shouldn't you have your own card to be let in?" He asks raising his eyebrow at you. You sigh, "Yes sir, I set it at my locker and I forgot to grab it." You say looking down.

He notices that something is off and he runs your shoulder. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning but it better be the first and last time this happens. I can't emphasize enough how important it is that you never lose your ID card okay?Have a good night lieutenant." He says and you speed walk to your locker.

You turn the corner and Maverick is walking towards you. Before he has the chance to say anything you just walk past him.

You hear him scoff and when you get to your locker and you're unlocking it he comes by you. "Y/n what the fuck is your problem?" He asks

"What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you shoot me down over and over again?" You say shutting your locker. You grab your ID and start walking back from where you came in but he follows you. You make it to your car again and he's still right behind you.

"Don't think that just because I like you I'm gonna go easy on you." He says "fuck" he mutters. You immediately stop and turn around "You what?" You say.

"Wait no I didn't mean it." He starts, your heart drops. "Oh. Okay then." You say getting into your car but he stops you. "No wait y/n, I did mean it. I'm sorry for being a dick." He apologizes. "I don't know what to say." You say looking down.

"Well I think it would be okay if you start with telling me if you like me too or not." He chuckles awkwardly.

You laugh and look up at his stupid smile, his stupid eyes and his stupid gorgeous face. "Oh my gosh Maverick" you say as you pull him in to you to kiss him. He pulls away and he looks at you. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" He chuckles. "Yes Mav." You chuckle and he leans in to kiss you again, he deepens the kiss by pushing you against your car door.

He pulls away again. "Y/n, you've just gotta believe in yourself. You're one of the greatest pilots I know, you're just getting into your head about this mission but trust me you will get it." He says. You just nod your head and he lets you into your car and you leave.

Over the next week, you guys train more dogfighting.and overall defense. Today's exercise is going through the actual course of the mission. Maverick has already showed you guys the course and now you're ready to go through with it. "So for today's lesson we're gonna go easy on you guys. Max ceiling, 300 feet. Time to target, 3 minutes." Mav explains. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Good luck" he smiles at the crew.

You're in the air with Phoenix, and Coyote.

"Time is 1 minute thirty, we are 2 seconds behind. Increase to 490 knots." Phoenix tells you. "We've gotta move Coyote!" You groan. He speeds up too much and almost hits you. "Oh shit!" He yells and he pulls up and the alarm on his radar starts beeping.

"Why are they dead?" Maverick asks. "We broke the 300 foot ceiling, then a sam took us out." You explain. "No, why are they dead?" He asks again "I slowed down and I didn't communicate." Coyote says. "Why didn't you communicate with your team?" Mav asks

"I was too focused on- Coyote starts but is interrupted. "No, a reason that their family will accept at the funeral." Maverick says.

Maverick looks at you and asks "Why didn't you anticipate the turn?" but before he lets you answer he says again "Don't tell me y/n, tell it to her family" and nods towards Phoenix.

Hangman, Fanboy and Payback die too due to Hangman's obliviousness. Hangman backs it up with "either a man flies like Maverick or a man does not make it back." Mavericks lectures are just him emphasizing how you must focus on all things at once, how focusing too much on one thing and too little on another can get you killed.

The days over and you're done putting stuff away at your locker. Making sure to not forget anything this time you walk out to your car. Before leaving the building, Maverick comes up to you. "Hey y/n, I just wanted to say good job today." He says

"You don't mean it, I killed my team and I don't even have a good enough excuse to fucking say at the funeral. I'll see you tomorrow." You say getting into your car.

The next day, Maverick is called into a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock. He finds out that he will no longer be instructing since the operation has been set for a week earlier. Cyclone believes that the only thing Maverick has taught us that the mission cannot be flown.

Everybody is called to the meeting room. "I will be intructing the training for this mission now. We have less than a week, the time set has been moved earlier. As of today there are new mission parameters." Cyclone explains. "The time to target is now 4 minutes."

"Doesn't that expose us to their fighting air crafts?" Coyote asks "it does, so it will be a dogfight. But it seems like that's the only thing Maverick "taught" you." He replies. "Goddamn, we'll be sitting ducks." Fanboy sighs.

Suddenly the screen turns on and shows the flight course, indicating someone is airborne in an f-18 single. "Who the hell is that?" Asks Cyclone.

"Maverick entering point alpha. Confirm green range." Comes from the radio. "Uh maverick, green range confirmed. I don't see an event scheduled for you, sir." Also comes from the radio. "Well I'm going anyway." Maverick replies

The whole group sits up straight intrigued to see the screen. Maverick sets the time to target as 2 minutes 15 seconds. "2:15? That's impossible " says Coyote. Maverick begins the course. Surely, he makes it and lands the bombs perfectly, he even finished with 15 seconds to spare. Leaving everyone stunned. "Damn" is all Hangman says.

It is now the day of the mission. For Maverick to have a last chance to fly for Top Gun, he will be flying the mission since he showed it can be flown.

Everybody is in the room, Cyclone is talking about how the 5 people who do not fly the mission will stand by for any alternative roles.

"It has been an honor flying with you, each and every one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission, my choice is a reflection of that." Maverick says.

"Choose your two foxtrot teams." Cyclone says. You feel so nervous because you don't know if you're going or not. "Payback and Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." He sighs. Fuck, you're not going. Bob will be Pheonix's backseater and Fanboy will be Paybacks's.

Everybody looks at you confused as to why you're not paired with Phoenix. "And your wingman?." Cyclone asks. Tension filling the room, everybody is expecting it to be Hangman if not Rooster.

"Y/n." Maverick says.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required. Dismissed." Admiral Bates says.

Phoenix and Bob come up to you and Bob pats you on the back.

"Holy shit y/n, it's gonna be different flying without you. But we're gonna do it." Phoenix says wrapping her arm around you.

Preparing for the mission, Cyclone speaks to you guys once again about the time to target and detailed specifics about the mission. "This is what you've all been training for. Come home safely."

You guys are on the tarmac, you go up to Maverick and shove him. "Hey! what the fuck was that for?" He asks while turning around.

"Why the hell did you pick me?" You say "because I believe in you, y/n. I know that you can do it, I couldn't do it without you being my wingman. don't go into this thinking that you can't do it." He says putting his hand on your shoulder.

You feel so nervous and you start breathing fast. "It will be okay I promise." He says pulling you into a hug. "We'll talk when we get back okay." He says giving you a smile.

Your breathing going back to normal you take a deep breath and head for your plane as he heads for his.

You give Phoenix and Bob a salute as they get in their planes. You take a deep breath and put your helmet on. Hondo comes up to your plane. "You got this y/n. It's been an honor, I believe in you." He says wiping his tears. You look at him still scared as hell. " Don't give me that look." He laughs "it's the only one i've got." You say patting his shoulder.

"good luck and come home please." He says as you shut your ceiling in.

" Dagger one, up and ready." Mav says through the radio. "Dagger spare, up and ready. You hear from Hangman. "Dagger three, up and ready." From Phoenix. You take a deep breath. "Dagger two, up and ready." You say

"Support assets airborne, strike package ready, standing by for launch decision." You hear from back in the room everybody is in. "Send them." Cyclone says. "Dagger one away." Maverick goes. "Dagger two away." You follow Maverick. "Dagger three away" Pheonix follows. "Dagger four away" and finally Payback follows too.

"Daggers descending below radar." Maverick says as you guys fly into the fog. "Enemy territory up ahead" Mav says. He takes a deep breath, looking back at the rest of the dagger squad. "Dagger attack." He says and they release the missiles. "Tomahawks airborne" you hear. "No turning back now." Says Admiral Bates. You see the tomahawks fly above you guys.

"Daggers, ascend to attack formation" Maverick says and you guys do so. "Daggers set, proceeding to target, time set to 2 minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one, mark." Maverick says and starts his timer. "Two mark." You say pressing yours. "Three mark, Four mark." You hear from Phoenix and Payback.

"Going in." Mav says. As you guys go in, you stay low and you're good under radar. You look up and see sams set.

"2 minutes to target!" Bob says

"Copy, were 14 seconds behind y/n we've got to move!" Payback says to you. Your palms are sweaty and breathing is heavy.

"Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip." You hear from the radio.

"Dagger, Comanche. We're picking up two bandits." You hear. "Where the hell did they come from?" Cyclone says. Shit. "They're headed the other way, they don't know we're here. But the second those tomahawks hit, they will turn around." Mav says "copy", and you guys reply.

"We have to get there before they do. Daggers, increase speed." Maverick says. Phoenix does, but you don't. "Sir, daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute twenty seconds." You hear from the radio again. Fuck. "Tomahawk impact in three, two, one." You hear. "Impact!".

"They know we're coming now." Cyclone says.

"Bandits are switching direction to defend enemy target." "Y/n, where are you?" Maverick asks. But you don't reply. "C'mon y/n! Bandits are inbound we gotta make time up now! Let's turn and burn." Payback says. "If we don't increase speed now, they'll be waiting for us when we get there y/n." Payback says

You take a deep breath still rapidly breathing. "Y/n, you can do it. Don't think, just do." Mav whispers to you.

You suddenly increase speed. "Jesus y/n, not that fast!" Payback says but you keep going. "Alright let's go." you say continuing with Payback following you. "Damn y/n take it easy!" Fanboy yells.

"Sir, dagger two is engaging." "Alright now hit your target and come home." Cyclone says. "Thirty seconds to target, Bob check your laser." Mav says "Code verified, laser is a go!" Bob says. They pop up, and drop in "Bombs away." Maverick says and successfully hits the target.

"Direct hit!" He yells. "There's miracle number one." Warlock says through the radio. "Dagger two, status?" He asks "We're almost there Mav!" You yell. You pop up and drop in. "Fanboy where's my laser?" You ask. "Y/n there's something wrong with this laser, shit!" Fanboy yells fumbling with the laser. "Dead eye! Dead eye! Dead eye!" He yells. "Fuck! There's no time, I'm dropping in blind." You say

"Nearly there, don't!" Fanboy yells but you do so anyway.

"Bombs away! Bombs away!" You yell and immediately pull up. You've successfully hit the target as you see it explode while you're still pulling up. "Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!" You hear from the radio followed by cheering. "There's miracle number two." Warlock says "Now they're in coffin corner." Cyclone says.

"We're not out of this yet!" Maverick grunts, struggling. Your eyes want to shut, but you're fighting with all you can to stay conscious.

Maverick and Phoenix make it over the mountain, setting off the sams. "Smoke in the air! Phoenix break right!" You hear Maverick yell. You're still fighting for your life trying not to pass out. "Here comes another one!" You hear Bob yell.

"Y/n status!" Maverick yells. You make it over the mountain. You see the sams heading towards you. "Oh my god! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" You yell.

"Break right y/n! Break right!" You hear fanboy yell at you. "There's more coming!" He says "deploying flares!" You reply. You press the red button and your flares are launched, defending.

"Negative contact!" You grunt. "Y/n! Watch out! 9 o'clock!!" Fanboy yells at you smacking his window in the direction of where they are coming. They were gonna hit Phoenix, but she moved out of the way and they were headed towards you.

"2 more on your left y/n!" Bob yells. Shit. Missiles are coming at you from both sides and you don't know where to go. "Defending!" You yell but you're out of flares. "Shit I'm out of flares!" You tell trying to break left but their on your tail.

"Dagger one defending!" Maverick grunts getting in the way of you and the missiles headed towards you. "Maverick no!" You yell as he gets hit, not taking out all of the missiles in time and falling down towards a mountain about to burn in.

"Shit!" You yell, tears swelling in your eyes. "Dagger one is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit! Maverick is down!" Phoenix yells into the radio. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Dagger one status? Does anyone see him?" You yell.

"I didn't see a parachute, y/n." Payback says. "We're gonna circle back. We have to!" You yell still looking in the direction where he fell. "Comanche, bandits inbound, single group, recommend dagger head south. One minute to intercept." You hear coming from the radio. "Get them back to the carrier, now." You hear cyclone say. Fuck, the tears leave your eyes. You're going after Maverick.

"All daggers head for ECP, you have bandits headed to you."

"What about maverick!" You yell. "Tell her there's nothing she can do about Maverick. Not in a goddamn F-18!" Cyclone says

"Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover!" You hear Hangman yell. "Negative, spare."

"Fuck!" You smack your hand against the dashboard. "Send search and rescue." Warlock says. But cyclone says no, not with bandits in the air. "Sir! Maverick is still out there." Hondo says but Cyclone says we are not losing anyone else today. "Get them home now." He says

"Dagger, you are not to engage." The tears keep coming from your eyes. "Dagger two, return to carrier. Dagger two acknowledge, you are not to engage."

"Y/n, the bandits are closing in. We can't go back." Phoenix says, her voice breaking. "He's gone y/n." Fanboy says

You break sharply and go in Mavericks direction. "Y/n no!" Phoenix yells. You're flying over the mountain where he got hit. You set off more sams from that corner. "Where are you Mav, where are you." You whisper to yourself looking over the area. Unaware and without flares you get hit. "Fuck!" You yell.

"Dagger two is hit, I repeat Dagger two is hit." You hear coming from the radio and you're about to crash. At the last second you're able to eject and crash-land into some trees. You land safely on the ground and you fold up your parachute.

"You alright!!" You hear somebody yell and you look up and see Maverick sprinting at you. You gasp as he aggressively throws himself at you, hugging you and you both fall to the floor. You push him off of you and get up.

"What the hell!?" You yell at him. "What are you doing here y/n! You think I took that missile for you to be down here with me? You should be back on the carrier by now!!" He says to you. "I saved your life!" You say looking up at his tall figure, poking your finger into his chest.

"I saved your life! That's the whole fucking point. What the hell were you even thinking??" He says pushing your hand off of his chest. "You told me not to think!!" You scream back at him smacking his hand. You guys look at each other for a few seconds, catching your breath.

"Fuck. Well it's good to see you." He says. You look at him for a bit. You throw yourself at him bringing him into a hug. "It's good to see you too." You say as he's holding on to you tightly.

"C'mon I have a plan." he says putting his arm around your waist, guiding you. You guys walk about half a mile past some trees. You guys find a rock to hide behind, you look over at the enemy's base. Alarms blaring and you see people scrambling all over the place, trying to figure out why their runway was taken out.

Maverick is looking through his binoculars. "Hey look." He says handing them to you. "You're joking." You say as you see the F-14 that he's talking about. "It's either that or we're dead y/n." He says taking them back. "We don't even know if that piece of shit can fly, Mav." You say. "Well let's go find out." He says jumping over the rock. "Fuck. Mav! okay." you say wiping your face.

You follow him and once you catch up you hold onto his arm. "Wait up." You say. "Sorry" he says slowing down. "Mav, there's people." You whisper, tugging on his arm. "Okay okay." He says slowing down a lot. "Wait no, okay uhh here let's run." He says starting to run and you do so too.

You guys make it to the F-14. Mav makes his way over to the dash system. "Okay, okay once I give you the signal, you're gonna flip the switch until the needle reaches 120. Once the engine turns on, you're gonna pull up all of the pins and unplug everything. Understand?" He says looking at you. "Yeah, yeah I got it." You say. He presses the button to turn it on and it starts. "Yes!" He exlaims.

He turns around to get in and he puts on his helmet. But he stops and turns back around. "Hey-" he says, he grabs your face and kisses you. You pull away and look at him "we're gonna make it y/n." He says and you kiss him again.

He gets in and gives you the signal. You flip the switch when you see the needle reach 120. You run around the plane, unplugging everything and you stow his ladder and jump on.

You get into your seat and get settled. "Holy shit, this thing's old." You chuckle looking over all of the buttons. You guys start driving out and onto the runway. "Both runways are cratered Mav, how are we gonna get this museum piece up?" You ask.

Mav looks around and pulls a lever. "Why are the wings coming out Mav?" You say with your face pressed against the glass as you look down.

"Just hold on." He replies and accelerates rapidly. "Holy shit! Mav this is not a runway!!" You yell. You guys barely make it up in the air, your wheels hitting the cratered tarmac piece on the way up, breaking off.

You turn your radio on, connecting to the carrier. You and Maverick make it to sea. You see two planes coming up behind you guys. "Mav, there's somebody coming." You say tapping the glass.

"Shit, okay put your mask on. Smile and wave, if they knew who we were we'd already be dead." He says and you put on your mask. You look to your left and the enemy plane is right there, you guys wave. The pilot signals something to Mav.

"What does that mean?" You whisper. "Uh, I have no idea. Never seen it." He replies and he signals something to the guy. "Mav, his backseater is reaching into the weapons envelope. Can we outrun these guys?" You ask, getting scared.

"Y/n, look at the yellow flaps under your seat. That is the ejection handle you're gonna pull it when I tell you to." He says.

"Mav, can we outrun them?" You ask again. "No y/n. Not in a F-14." He sighs. "It's not the plane Mav, it's the pilot. You'd go after them if I wasn't here." You reply. "But you are here." He says.

"Fuck. Okay, hold on y/n" he says and he rapidly accelerates, trying to flee. The other guys immediately act on it and they start shooting. "flares y/n!" Mav yells. You press the button, releasing the flares and stopping the missiles.

"That was close!" You yell. Another shot headed towards you and you press the button again. "Mav were out of flares!! Break right!" He does so and the missles barely miss you guys.

You guys are nearing a valley, you can make it through if you get low enough. Maverick says the terrain will trip out the guys system. Once you make it through the small valley, Mav takes a sharp turn, causing the other guy to crash into the mountain. "Yes Mav! Splash one!' you yell excitedly.

"Fuck!! Maverick there's another one!" You smack his shoulder to get his attention. "Y/n we can't take anymore of this." Mav says as you guys start to get shot at. "Eject y/n! Eject!" He yells at you.

You pull at the yellow striped handles but you're not budging. "I said eject y/n!" He yells again. "It's not working!!" You yell still yanking at the handles. The other plane shoots at you guys again. "We're not gonna make it!" You yell.

Suddenly, the missile is intercepted by another flare coming from your right. The enemy plane is shot down.

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, your lord and savior, hangman." You hear as the plane gets near you. "Holy shit!" You laugh feeling a wave of relief take over your body. You settle back into your seat. He comes up right next to you guys. Maverick chuckles. "You look good Hangman." He says "I am good Mav, I'm very good." He smirks. "C'mon guys, lets go home." You say.

"Arriving at the carrier, barricade net needed. I repeat barricade net needed." Hangman says into his radio. You guys fly over the carrier, seeing the crew setting up the net. You circle back around and crash into the net.

You raise the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh, taking off your helmet. "Maverick!!

Y/n!!" Hondo yells running towards you guys. Everybody surrounds you guys cheering you guys on.

You jump off and stand on the tarmac, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob and Hangman all run up to you. Engulfing you in a group hug.

"I never thought I'd be this happy to see you y/n." Payback says. "Yeah. Never do that shit again." Fanboy says pulling you into a hug. You pull away smiling and you look at Pheonix. "I knew you'd never leave anyone behind." She says bringing you into a tight hug and you hug her back tightly. You look back at Bob. "I don't know what to say. Holy shit y/n you almost died!" He yells at you hugging you. "It's good to see you too Bob." You chuckle.

Hangman clears his throat, you all look at him and see that he's looking at Mav coming up to you. "Go! Go!" Fanboy and Phoenix whisper pushing you away. Maverick comes up to you and hugs you tightly.

You fall into his touch, embracing him as if it's the last hug you'll ever get from him. "Y/n, you saved me. I couldn't have done it without you." He says. "And I couldn't have done it without you." You say looking up at him. "Not too bad for a wingman hey?" He chuckles. "As long as I'm only your wingman." You say looking up at him, smiling.

"Of course, we make the best team y/n." He says, his facial expression softening. He grabs your face and brings you closer. Pulling you into a kiss, you kiss him back. It was a passionate kiss, filled with the thrill from the mission and a promise of what was yet to come.

"Be mine, y/n." He whispers looking into your eyes. "Always." You say, leaning back into another kiss.

This one was a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please send in requests! By the way, slider x trans! male reader coming soon as requested by anon! :)

field crasher

wonze x child!reader

been having baby fever from all the fics i’ve read with a baby so decided to write one

let me know what you think!

-grey

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You were sitting in the stands with your babysitter, a stuffed elephant safely tucked under your arm. You were sitting right behind the players’ bench watching your Mom and Mama do their jobs. You didn’t really understand all that was happening, just that if someone scores a goal everyone gets too loud, which is why you had your protective headphones on.

Thirty minutes into the match you were getting restless. Sitting for a long period of time makes your hun all sore. You get up to stand near the railing that separates you from the field.

During halftime, your babysitter lead you to the food stalls, telling you to pick whatever you want to eat, settling on some pizza, chips, and a juice.

As you ate, the second half had started, but you were too focused on your pizza to notice. Finishing up your slice, you move onto your chips, having a hard time opening the bag so you grab your juice instead, also having some trouble opening it.

Turning to your babysitter for some help, she was too occupied talking to the person next to her. Looking around the stadium on who would be willing to help you, everyone else was too engrossed in the match. You’re getting frustrated at not being able to open your chips and drink that you were on the verge of breaking down.

Grabbing each one in each of your hands, you make it your mission to get some help. Wandering down to the field, you don’t see any of your favorite aunts or your moms on the bench so that could only mean one thing.

Looking out to the field, you see your Mama to be closest to you.

“Mama!” You yell, holding your things up and running to her as fast as your little legs could go.

“Oh, there appears to be a child running onto the field. No one seems to notice her, refs have not noticed yet, especially the security has not noticed. Who do you think she’s gonna go to? She’s got a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of juice in the other.”

Getting closer to your Mama, you get even more excited.

“The ball is now back to Barcelona’s possession. Lucy Bronze running back over the half. Oh, towards the child. Is she gonna see the child in her way?”

“Mama!”

Lucy looks down to see you standing in her way, stopping as quick as she can. She grabs onto your form, hoisting you up so she doesn’t run over you. Referee’s whistle was blown to stop the play.

“The whistle was finally blown. Lucy Bronze now has the child in her arms. Very close to running into her.”

“What are you doing here baby? Where’s your babysitter?”

“Mama hep (help).” You say, holding your chips and juice towards her face.” You feel a hand start patting your back meaning you turn around in your Mama’s arms. “Mommy!” You lean towards her, hoping she gets the hint that you wanted to be held by her, which she does.

“Security is finally on scene to get the child off the field so the match can resume.”

“We can take her.” A security guard told Keira.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll just ask Jonatan for a sub.” Keira directs the last but to Lucy.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Also have a talk to the sitter that was supposed to be watching little miss here.”

You just look up at your Mommy with that little innocent smile you give her.

“Mama open peas (please).” You hold the bag of shops towards her, which she does giving it back to you after. “Tank (thank) you!” You give her a small kiss on her cheek.

“Let’s get this sorted so we can resume the match.” The ref directs everyone back in place, Keira walking to the bench with you still in her arms, her substitute ready to replace her.

“Keira Walsh is getting subbed off, play will resume.”

For the rest of the match, you sit on Keira’s lap, munching on your chips even offering some to the players around you. Towards the end of the match, your eyes started to drop, laying your head on your Mommy’s chest. When the final whistle blows, you’re out like a light.

“That’s the game folks! Barcelona wins three nil.”

Your sleeping form gets passed to another set of arms, whining until the familiar scent hits your nose making you relax, your face pressed into the crook of their neck.

“How was she?” Lucy asks her wife.

“She was good. Sat on my lap and ate her chips the rest of the match. Fell asleep.”

As the married couple talked, someone from the media team told Lucy she has an interview to do.

“Want me to take her?”

“No, but you should go look for the babysitter. You’re more levelheaded than me.”

Walking into the room full of reporters and cameras, Lucy walks to the front, your sleeping form still in her arms. Questions started about ones relating to the match, then the ones the reporters really wanted to ask.

“Lucy, is the child in your arms the same one that ran into the field?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know how she got passed everyone so easily, just shows we need better security and a better babysitter for her. If I hadn’t seen her I definitely would’ve crashed into her. That’s all I’ll say on that situation right now.”

“Alright. That’s all the time we have. Have a great rest of your day.” Barcelona’s head media person told the reporters.

Still asleep in her arms, Lucy tries to wake you up, which will be very difficult because once you sleep, you are dead to the world around you. After a few tries, you’re finally up, but a bit cranky. Your bad mood changes when you enter the locker room and see all your aunties.

“Hola, bebita.”

“Lala Nana.” (Hola Ona).

“You stay with Tía Ona while Mama showers okay?”

“‘Kay.”

“Look who it is. If it isn’t the field crasher herself.”

“There’s already articles being written about you chiquita.”

“Is there really?” Keira asks, taking you from Ona when you reach out for her.

“Baby Wonze is famous.”

SKIN

— a blurb from the dadrry universe 🤍

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Harry's skin must be woven with threads of magic.

There has to be some otherworldly magnetism intricately entwined in his veins that pumps contagious and captivating warmth toward anyone who touches him. Or perhaps there's an underlying spell coursing through his blood that effortlessly soothes any rooted ache or vociferating cry.

It's been said before, but Harry is a natural when it comes to being a lover. He's been by your side through every trial and tribulation that life has cruelly thrown at you. He has willingly taken your pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly put it on his own heart. You've navigated the rollercoaster years of dating, marriage, and parenthood with him, all while watching him grow and adapt into each role with patience and grace.

Witnessing him be a dad has you firmly believing that it's what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

The house smells of blueberry crepes and homemade bread when you wake from your slumber. A long and uninterrupted slumber at that, which is something that's been a rarity the past few days — well, if four hours of sleep counts as uninterrupted. You'll admit that you haven't missed the lack of sleep aspect of having a newborn.

You slowly pad your way into the kitchen, and you're surprised to find that it's quiet except for the sizzling sound of breakfast cooking. Your tired eyes regard Harry swaying by the stovetop, a spatula in his grasp and his three-day-old baby girl cradled in his opposite arm. She's wide awake, her swaddled body cuddled perfectly in the crook of his elbow as she mesmerizingly stares at him while he skillfully takes a loaf of bread out of the oven. He has on his favorite fleece robe with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair — that's getting quite long — is flatly pushed back from restlessly tossing and turning all night.

It baffles you how every time Harry holds her, she's so content when her skin is touching his. You don't understand it. You're well aware that skin-to-skin contact is important, but it's wondrous how much she loves it with him already.

You stand still in the open doorway and watch him for a few more moments, thinking about how nine months ago, you were observing him from the same spot as he made pancakes with your eldest daughter. Back when the baby girl he's holding now was just a small bump he'd fawn over, growing each month and getting plenty of kisses every day.

Eventually, you refocus to the present and shuffle over to where your sleep-deprived husband is yawning and taking his oven mitt off. You both got a dreadfully short amount of sleep last night, but you think it isn't so bad when mornings look the way they do with him.

"Hello," you greet as you stand next to him.

Harry loosens a golden-brown crêpe with the spatula and sets it on one of three plates. "Morning, baby."

"When did she wake up?"

"'Bout an hour ago," he responds, voice hoarse. "Just little whimpers, so I took her out to the backyard for some fresh air. Then she told me she wanted to make breakfast with me."

You tilt your head, amused. "Oh, she told you that? I didn't know you could translate her baby sounds."

"I can, actually. She also told me she needs milk. Pronto, preferably."

"Here, give me her. She's definitely hungry." You take her from him and kiss her soft, munchable cheeks. "Thank you for making food, by the way."

"That's my job," he sing-songs as you walk over to the couch.

You sit and slide the strap of your silk pajama top down, then remove the white swaddle from her body. She instantly latches onto your nipple, causing you to wince when the dull ache makes an appearance. As you feed her and zone out, you hear Harry plate the food and open the fridge a couple of times before you sense him coming up behind you. He leans his torso over the back of the couch and rests his chin on your head.

Breastfeeding has never been uncomfortable around him. You know he's appreciative of what a woman's body can supply and how draining it is to be the supplier. Often times, like right now, he will silently observe his daughter fall into a state of tranquility as she eats. It's a beautiful thing to be able to nurture another human using your body. Even if it hurts and is terribly time-consuming, the special bond that's formed during it is completely worth it.

"I'm gonna get dressed," Harry says after a while, planting a kiss to your temple.

You turn your head and pucker your lips for the first kiss of the day. He grants you a couple soft pecks that taste like blueberries, each accompanied with an appreciative hum, then leaves with a long and dramatic kiss to your daughter's head.

A few minutes later, Harry comes back just as you finish breastfeeding. He's wearing a patterned jacquard-knit sweater and loose denim jeans with holes by his knees. He stands in front of you and takes her from your arms, kissing and blowing raspberries on her full belly until she's awake and screeching happily.

"Who's ready for tummy time, hm? Is it you?" She coos with a toothless smile and Harry pretends to eat her cheeks. "I think it's you."

He gently sets her on the blanket that's spread out on the living room floor, then gets down on his stomach next to her. You grab your phone from the coffee table and snap a quick picture of them for the sweet memory.

After five minutes of lying with her and tracing every feature of her face, Harry picks her up and begins burping her. Meanwhile, you make your way into the kitchen and grab the plates, then slide the patio door open with your shoulder. You head out to the backyard with Harry following closely behind. You're not too worried about your other daughter since she'll most definitely be cranky if you wake her up this early.

As you set the plates down and sit in the wicker lounge chair, Harry passes the baby over and settles beside you, chewing and swallowing a bite of bread before saying, "Was thinking of going down to the beach later and swimming with the girls. The water is pretty calm today."

You nod and pick at your crêpe. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll probably take a nap or something."

"You don't want to come with us?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows together. "It's gorgeous out."

"I don't really feel like swimming. I'm not feeling my best."

He leans closer to you and places the back of his hand on your forehead. "What do you mean, love? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm just tired," you partly lie. "Don't worry about me."

"Hey, look at me." He takes your left hand in his. "I'm gonna worry about you, yeah? You just gave birth a couple of days ago. Gotta tell me how you're feeling mentally and physically, otherwise I can't help you."

"I know, but I swear I'm just—"

A fussy cry cuts you off, and you sigh as you start rocking the baby. Harry soothingly massages the back of your neck, placing a comforting kiss behind your ear.

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he murmurs.

You just weakly smile and hope he forgets about it.

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The setting of the sun has just begun, the evening sky a bright, beautiful orange that makes the ocean waves glimmer. All of you are on the beach to spend time together before an early bedtime. Harry had made dinner and is now shaking out a blanket so you both can sit on the sand. Your eldest daughter is distracted with her beach toys, humming and talking to herself as she wanders along the shoreline in her swimsuit.

There's no time for peaceful watching, however, because once you plop down on the blanket with the baby snuggled to your chest, Harry sits right by you and clasps his hands over his bent knee like he's about to give you a lecture.

He jerks his chin up and remarks, "You know what I'm gonna say."

It's impossible not to roll your eyes. "Do I have to?" you mutter with a sheepish grin.

"In my book, you're legally required to talk to your husband and baby daddy."

You just groan and prepare yourself to vent about all the postpartum feelings that have been swirling in your pessimistic mind over the past thirty-six hours. "I'm scared of losing myself," you reveal after a heavy exhale. "I remember the first time I became a mom, some days I didn't even recognize myself. It took so much energy out of me, you know? With breastfeeding, being up all night, and trying to get my body back to normal. I guess I just don't want to fall into that dark place again."

Harry nods understandingly. "Do you recognize yourself right now?"

"A lot more than last time," you respond quietly. "I mean, we're both more experienced with how to handle a newborn. That definitely helps."

He swallows, and his serious expression tells you he sees right through you. "Can I know the real reason why you didn't want to go swimming earlier?" he asks with a certain gentleness that could break you if you dwelled on it for long enough.

You sometimes wonder if your skin is made of glass, or if he just knows you well enough to notice all the cracks.

"If I talk about it, I'll start crying."

He tuts and nudges your foot with his. "And what's wrong with crying?"

Shrugging, you defeatedly mumble, "Makes me feel like a little kid."

"You're my wife, not some stranger to me," Harry stresses with a soft laugh. "I hate that you think crying in front of me will put me off or something. Please be vulnerable with me. I don't want you to keep your feelings bottled up."

Your lips wobble, and a teardrop escapes as you look downward. "I don't feel good when I look at my body. I don't think I could put on a swimsuit and have you see me." Harry immediately scoots closer and wipes your tear away, a sympathetic frown on his face. "And I spent so long trying to accept it last time I gave birth," you continue, "and now having to bounce back again seems exhausting."

"I don't expect you to bounce back," Harry replies gently. "I don't expect anything of you that involves changing your body. It's your body. Do whatever you need to do to make you feel good and do it at your own pace, all right?"

Your heart lovingly falters at his statement. "Once you can finally have sex with me in six weeks, it's gonna be terrible and I'll probably cry."

He laughs, and you let one out too. "Is that really what you're worried about?"

"No." He gives you a flat look with a hint of a smirk. "Okay, maybe. I just don't want you to look at me. I could blindfold you or something."

"Can you look at me right now for a second?" Harry asks earnestly. You adjust the baby in your arms and meet his gentle eyes that sparkle in the golden sunlight. "I look at you and see a goddess," he starts, taking your free hand in his. "A mum to two beautiful girls that make me smile and melt every single day. You're my safety blanket. The body that you think I don't want to see is the one that grew life. That's priceless to me."

He begins tracing his fingertips across the light striations on your thigh as he continues, "The stretch marks on your stomach and thighs are because you grew a human, which to me, is the most special and goddamn powerful thing I could ever watch you experience. You've done it so effortlessly that I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day."

In that moment, you wonder why you were ever doubtful in the first place; how the man sitting next to you can always drag you out of any momentary insecurity with ease.

Harry suddenly stands and carefully pulls you up with him. He then kneels on the blanket and spreads his arms out. "Look at you," he speaks up over the crashing waves. "You're quite literally glowing in front of me, holding our baby girl that you brought into this world, and making my heart pound just as hard as the first day I met you."

"Stop, Harry," you tell him with spiderwebs of heat expanding across your face.

"No, because look at you!" He exhales sharply and brings his arms down. "I worship you. Everything you do and say, every smile and laugh, every time you look at me... I'm hooked for eternity."

You kneel in front of him with tears threatening to spill over. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you with an intensity similar to the evening waves that pelt the shore. Is there a way to thank the ocean for bringing him to you?

As the sun says its routine farewell, you bask in Harry's glow that cascades from the solicitous words he speaks and the tender touches he grants.

Skin that's unquestionably loved by him, and skin that will be loved by you at your own pace.

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Difficult II

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: A look back to when you and Mumma join Barcelona

You were very little when Mapi first met you, balanced on Ingrid's hip on her first day at Barcelona.

"Who is this little cutie?" Patri coos as you look around, chewing on the cuff of your shirt as you fisted Ingrid's training top.

"This is y/n," Ingrid replies, bouncing you lightly," She's one and a half."

"She's beautiful."

Patri waves at you and you grunt, wiggling around before Ingrid puts you down. You hold onto her leg tightly, standing on your unsteady two feet, still sucking on your sleeve.

Patri offers you her finger and, for a moment, it looks like you're going to take it but Mapi watches Ingrid push it away.

"I wouldn't," She says apologetically to Patri," y/n's going through a biting phase. You can ask Frido, she drew blood back in Germany."

Patri laughs it off and says something else but Mapi doesn't hear, fully focussed on the way you toddle about the locker room. You get a greeting from Frido, who you obviously know well, and from Caro too - who clearly knows you from national camp.

A few of the other girls coo at you from a distance but you ignore them, somehow making your way over to Mapi.

It's a bit disconcerting, the way that you're staring up at her critically even though you're still practically a baby.

"Hola," She says before wincing.

You're Ingrid's baby. Ingrid who is Norwegian and just came from Germany.

Mapi wonders briefly if children get confused by different languages at your age.

But you give her a gummy smile and the universal symbol of pick me up.

You feel good against her side, comfortable, and you're not nearly as cumbersome as Mapi thought you were. You tug at her hair, curious, as she presents you to Ingrid.

"Hola, I'm Mapi."

Ingrid's looking at her and, briefly, Mapi's speechless. "Hi, I'm Ingrid."

●～●～●～●～

Mapi would admit, she's not the most maternal person in the world but there's something about you and Ingrid that keeps her close.

Alexia is also taken with you - but not quite in the way that Mapi is.

You're sitting on the play mat of yours and Ingrid's apartment as the pair entertain you.

"So..." Mapi says as she looks over at Ingrid," Does she understand Norwegian yet or was google wrong in telling me that she should already know some words?"

Ingrid laughs in delight and Mapi's stomach flutters. Ingrid clicks her tongue and says something to you that Mapi doesn't understand.

You glance over quickly and stand to wander over, abandoning Alexia who was helping you play with your toys. Ingrid leans down and lets you press a wet kiss to her cheek before sending you back to Alexia.

Mapi grins. "She's pretty smart."

Ingrid looks incredibly proud as you babble non-words at Alexia. "She is. She speaks sometimes too. Not proper sentences but she's got 'no' pretty down pat."

"Well," Mapi says as she cautiously sneaks her arm around Ingrid's shoulders," She's got the important stuff learnt already."

Ingrid laughs and Mapi feels proud of herself, at having been the one to make her laugh.

"Mumma," You call over, holding onto Alexia's shoulders as you look over at Ingrid and Mapi.

"Si," Alexia says," That is your Mumma. Your Mumma and Mapi. Can you say Mapi?"

"Ma..." The sounds is drawn out of you and you repeat it a few more times. "Ma...Ma..."

"Mapi, si," Alexia says," Maybe that is too difficult. What about Ale? Can you say Ale?"

You don't. You just sit down on her lap and go back to playing with your toys.

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Mapi finds herself spending time with you and Ingrid outside of Alexia's company too until it slowly but surely evolves into a family unit.

Ingrid's her girlfriend and you've made a home in her apartment.

Her spare room has turned into your nursery and there's plastic baby cutlery in her kitchen.

"Ma..." You say again and again, tugging on Mapi's shorts one evening as she lazes on the sofa.

Ingrid's out with Frido for the evening so you and Mapi are having a girl's night. It's hardly the first time that you've been alone together since you and Ingrid moved in so Mapi's not worried.

"Ma..." You repeat when Mapi takes too long to pick you up.

You sit on her hips as Mapi lays down, smiling up at you. You flop onto her chest and poke at her cheek. Her fingers come to run down your spine, something that almost always makes you relax.

You're a bit like Bagheera in that respect. He goes limp when he gets back scratches too.

Every so often, you'll try to grab at her fingers but your biting phase hasn't let up yet so she keeps them well away from your mouth.

"Ma..." You huff against her collarbone.

"Si, bebita?" Mapi asks.

"Mamí," You say, sucking at the collar of her shirt.

Mapi's fingers freeze on your spine as she looks at you in shock. "Wh-What?"

You look at her strangely and repeat," Mamí."

●～●～●～●～

Ingrid's stressed as she runs up the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator.

The call she got from Mapi was so tearful and almost complete gibberish. Mapi was in tears and she could just about hear you in the background so abandoning Frido was a quick decision so she could run home.

She slams open the door quickly and stops.

There's nothing wrong. There's no fire. There's no hole in the ceiling. There's no one holding either of you hostage.

There's just you and Mapi dancing in the living room as the theme tune of some Spanish kid's show that Ingrid doesn't quite understand plays from the speakers.

"Ingrid!" Mapi says, turning off the music and presenting you to her like Simba. "Listen. Say it, bebita. Go on, say it."

You give Ingrid a gummy smile before leaning your head back into Mapi's shoulder.

"Mamí," You say," Mamí. Mamí. Mamí." You keep repeating it, keep babbling the name as Mapi tickles you.

"Ingrid," Mapi says," She called me Mamí. I'm Mamí."

Ingrid laughs, wrapping an arm around Mapi's waist to pull you both closer. "Well, of course you are. What? You expected her to just call you Mapi all her life?"

"But I'm Mamí!" Mapi's still kind of in disbelief. She knew that being with Ingrid meant being somewhat of a parent to you. She just always thought that, to you, she would be nothing more than Ingrid's partner.

Just Mapi

But, no.

She's Mamí.

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that's my girl - op81

oscar loves watching you.

genre: smut oops

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: well... sex... how do i never know what to put here? praise kink again bcs i got an ask about it 🤭 not much else i think

requested: yes! thank you for requesting 😁 (requests are still open!)

author's note: i have never written anything this filthy ever... im in shock.... kinda liked it tho 😶 i wrote this all in one go because i got two asks about oscar and. yeah. i miss him :/

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"show me what you do when i'm not around."

oscar had intended for the request to be more innocent than what the result was. in hindsight, however, he understands that there's no way it could've been interpreted as anything other than extremely pornographic.

neither of you are sure how the conversation changed into this; one moment, you were cuddled up into his side on your bed as you watched some silly old romcom; the next, he was sitting right in front of you, his eyes following your hand as it slipped beneath the fabric of your shorts.

your eyes flutter closed as your fingers stroke across your slit through your panties. a quiet sigh leaves your mouth when your index finger dips underneath the last piece of clothing, dragging along your already wet folds. oscar loves seeing you like this, with your face softened in pure lust, but his sight of the real deal is quite restricted. "take them off, please."

your pants and underwear are off and thrown away in one swift motion, leaving him with a much better view. you settle down more comfortably, your back against the headboard of the bed as your bent legs are spread wide. your hand drags down your inner thigh before reaching your core and you let a finger press down onto it. a low cuss leaves your mouth as you start circling your clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up more speed.

"wow," oscar says. his mouth hangs slightly open as he watches you, completely in awe. "this is amazing. you're amazing."

he has seen you naked before, and he has fucked you plenty of times, but the scene playing out in front of him is something entirely new. it's so erotic it could have him come in his pants right there and then, and you're so beautiful that he falls in love with you all over again. he wants to lean forward and help you out, touch you in the ways he knows you adore. but he holds back, wanting to see how this plays out.

your finger drags down further, dipping in between your folds and finding your hole easily. your head rolls back against the headboard as you pump yourself a couple of times, starting to feel your arousal build up when you let another digit join in. the stretch grows when yet another finger enters you, and you bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet.

oscar notices instantly. "don't hold back, love," he hums, eyes moving up and down between your cunt and your face at a high speed. "let me hear how much you're enjoying yourself."

your stomach twists at his raspy voice, the reminder of his presence making the pleasure grow even stronger. a whine escapes through your lips, the pace of your pumps growing even quicker. your mind easily grows dizzy, and you let out a high-pitched moan once you finally reach your high. you allow your fingers to keep pumping you for a few moments as you try to recover, shallow breaths leaving your mouth.

oscar is completely astounded. he has grown so hard watching you, and he reckons this is better than any porno he's ever seen. however, he isn't completely satisfied yet. he moves a little closer, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. "you're doing so well," he tells you, his lips moving down your neck. "just one more time?" his eyes meet your weak ones as he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek.

you nod – how could you say no to him? – and reach forward, your lips meeting his in a delicate kiss. it's so soft, so innocent, like he hasn't just watched you fuck your own fingers, yet it has his chest heaving for air when you pull back.

you unwillingly force your gaze away from him, eyes instead looking to your bedside drawer as your hand rummages through it. you eventually find your vibrator, pulling it out before sitting down like before again.

it's not like oscar didn't know that you had a vibrator – he was the one who bought you that specific one, even – but there's something inside of him that is awoken when he sees you press the button and bring the toy to life. he is stunned, all of his blood rushing to his cock once you bring the machine down to your core. your eyes roll back at the vibrations, the sensation spreading through your body like thunder. "that's it, just let go," oscar's voice booms through the room. "let yourself feel good, baby."

you press a button to bring up the speed, a string of whines pouring past your teeth and the waves of pleasure growing stronger. it's all so good, but it's one specific thing that makes you come undone;

"let me see those pretty eyes of yours."

it's not usually this easy for you to come, but something about making eye contact with your lover as your vibrator stimulates you makes your orgasm arrive instantly. oscar's presence, his gaze, his voice; it all makes the size your every sensation multiply by ten.

"that's my girl." you click a button to turn off the vibrator, taking a couple of deep breaths to bring your mind back to a regular state. you put the toy away, your hand then reaching to take oscar's hand in yours. he smiles. "now, can you be a good girl and let me fuck you, too? or do only your fingers and your vibrator have that pleasure?"

a worn out sound leaves your mouth. "i don't think i can," you say back, your shoulders slumping. "i'm... exhausted."

"have a little faith in yourself," he scoots closer, bringing his mouth down to kiss the corner of your lips. "i know you can take it."

oscar is always like this. he knows how good you are, he knows how much you're capable of; both in and out of bed, even when you don't know it yourself. he believes in you, and he loves you no matter what.

you take a moment to breathe before nodding, raising your arms above your head. "at least help me out, will you?"

he assists you in getting your remaining pieces of clothing off before stripping out of his own, his strong hands on your hips helping you lie down comfortably against your soft sheets. when you take notice of how his dick is practically pulsating, you feel kind of bad for not doing anything to pleasure him. but your thoughts are washed away as his lips press against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek. he finishes off by placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose as his member teases against your entrance.

you whine at the contact, wanting to just feel him inside of you already. his voice is gentle, pure, like it always is when he speaks to you. "i know, baby. i know." his thumbs draw circles into your skin. "just a moment, okay?"

he reaches down to his discarded pants, pulling out a condom from the front pocket. it's rolled onto him in a matter of seconds, and he reaches up to grab one of your hands as he hovers above you. he slides into you slowly, the stretch being more than you expected after foreplay like this. you shut your eyes, letting out mixed sounds of satisfaction when his free hand moves up to caress one of your breasts. "you take me so well," he says, starting to pull out before pushing into you again. "and you make the most pretty sounds. and, you are the most pretty person ever."

his fingers flick against your nipple as the pace of his hips grows steady, thrusts deep and slow. your third orgasm was never far away, and his first one is seemingly quite close too; at least if you base it on how his body is already trembling and the low groans erupting from his chest. you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to go even deeper, and he leans down to rest his head right next to yours.

"you're doing so good." his movements are sloppier now, but they feel just as perfect. "my good girl."

the moans you let out are so explicit he can't hold himself back. you reach your highs together before collapsing in a puddle of naked bodies, your legs shaking as you unwrap them from him. his breath on your neck is warm but his touch is soft, fingers and nails swiping up and down your body to lull you back to reality. his other hand is still holding yours, he realizes, and he gives you a quick squeeze.

"you okay?" he asks and leans his head back to look at you. when your eyes meet his again, he can't help but to smile.

the smile spreads to your lips. "more than okay. i'm feeling amazing." you reach up to give his cheek a quick kiss. "you said so yourself, didn't you?"

a laugh bubbles from his chest, and he nuzzles his face back into the crook of your neck. "the most amazing girl ever."

This one is really cute tho I love soft haz💗

Can you please write about having rough sex with Haz but then you end up getting a cramp in your leg so then the sex is slow and soft as Haz looks around for a pillow on the bed for you🥺

a/n: ohmygod i am OBSESSED with this kinda concept! im so sorry if this isn’t as good im just hoping to get over this writer’s block skdjfhskdjghk 

warnings: SMUT! fingering, overstimulation, protected sex (m/f), sex-related muscle strain lol, and lots of fluff!

***

Harrison sure as hell isn’t holding back tonight.

He comes home from his evening run, muscles defined and skin glistening in sweat, catching you off-guard with heated kisses and possessive grips on your waist.

“What’s gotten into you?” you smile into his skin.

“Just missed you, that’s all.” he captures the crevice of your neck with his teeth and laves at the sting with his tongue.

“You were out for half an hour.”

“So?” he guides you towards the bed and unbuttons your oversized shirt, sliding your (unsexy, in your opinion) cotton candy pink panties off of you. He’d swear up and down that you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever been.

And he has every intention to show you how much he cherishes your presence in his bed in the only way he knows best.

Orgasms. A lot of them.

So now he’s holding you in his arms, tenderly caressing your hair, drawing stark contrast with his other hand; thrusting his skillful fingers in and out of your silky, slippery core. Eliciting, willing you to come undone all over his hand, over and over again, until you lose track of when one orgasm ends and another begins.

“Harrison, fuck, please,” you breathe out, frantic. “Want you inside me.”

He smirks and reaches for a condom on the bedside drawer, relishing in the sight of you all blissed out from his undoing. He teases his impressive cock between your nether lips, but you mewl and beg, and honestly, how can he resist that?

Harrison enters you, easy and hard at the same time, and you feel like you’ve been taken over with wicked want. So you arch into his hips, desperate for him to move.

“Impatient, eh?” he hums, beginning to thrust into you slow and deliberate.

But your body is on fire, and you crave nothing more than the heat. So you wrap your legs around his hips and urge him faster, faster, moremoremore...

And as you grow more ferocious, so does he. He needs to feel every inch of you and more. So he puts your legs on his shoulders and drives deeper into you. Making you whimper with every movement of his hips. Pushing into you harder, inching towards you closer until--

“Ow!” you cry out, feeling the sharp pain on the back of your leg.

“I’m sorry. Huh? What’s wrong, babe? Did I hurt you?” his mind seems to be hazy, as if he’s caught on a daydream, stopping dead in his tracks.

“My hamstring, it’s--” you try to carefully get off of the perch, and he quickly rushes to your aid in putting your feet back on the bed.

“Do you wanna stop--”

“No!” you cut off, clenching around him hard at the thought of parting. “Just... go easy on stretching my limbs. I’m not that flexible, you know.”

“You got it, chief,” he chuckles, half in relief and half in amusement, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. Then, he grabs a pillow and slides it underneath you. “Better?”

“Don’t forget to toss it in the laundry later-- fuck.” all thoughts go out the window when Harrison picks up where he left off, gently this time, grinding against you teasingly.

“You got it, chief.” he kisses your nose, then your lips, then your chin, then down your neck.

He has no problem with starting over--if that means he gets to pleasure you all over again, he’d do it with all his might.

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