Look Into His Angel Eyes

"Your left foot is not going between my legs." (x)

A/N: hello everyone! yes, I am 7 days late to kinktober, yes I'm gonna write 7 fics today lol. anyway here's the list I made!

2023 Kinktober List:

Begging, daniel x reader

Temprature Play, charles x reader

 Mirror Sex, carlos x reader 

Angry Sex, lando x reader (lap time got deleted at quali)

Size kink, max x reader

Hair Pulling, george russell x reader

Biting, oscar x reader

Mutual Masturbation, daniel x reader

Lingerie, pierre x reader

Strip tease, charles x reader

Dirty Talk, carlos x reader

Food Play, charles x reader

Titles, i cant choose x reader

Shower Sex, lando x reader

Against a Wall, oscar or daniel x reader

Vanilla, george russell x reader

Phone Sex, oscar x reader

Sleepy/Morning Sex, (open)

Fem!Dom, lando x reader

Lactation, daniel x reader

Blindfold, max x reader

Handcuffs, oscar x reader

Ropes, carlos x reader

Voyerism, (open)

Overstimulation, max x reader 

Denial, pierre x reader

Oral (male and female receiving) lando x reader

Poly, oscar x readerx lando or max x reader x lando

Toys, charles x reader

Wearing the others clothes, oscar x reader

After Care, headcon for each

ALEXANDER HAMILTON

Drunk Girls Do Cry - LN

Summary: Lando has to take care of his drunk girlfriend after she has a girls night out and it’s safe to say she’s very much a mess.

During their relationship, Lando has preferred to be present with y/n while she drinks. Not because he’s controlling or possessive but because she just can’t handle her drink. She is innocently ignorant to men who try to flirt with her, thinking they’re just being friendly and nice or trying to use her to get to her friends. They’re not. On more than one occasion Lando has stepped in and made his presence clear to the men thinking they have a chance.

But she promised she’d be with the girls so Lando told her to call if she needed him then decided to have Max over and livestream for Quadrant.

He does sort of keep tabs via her instagram and snapchat stories along with sending a couple messages to make sure she’s ok just for his own peace of mind.

Then a little after 2am strikes and the boys are still on livestream, that’s when they hear a racket outside making Max look at Lando with a small laugh.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Max asks making Lando smile.

“Probably-who the fuck is that?” Lando cackles checking the ring camera and finding the poor taxi driver trying to help her. “I have to go get her. One second.”

Lando disappears leaving Max to look at the chat then directly at the camera.

“Y/n is the messiest drunk, but she is so funny. We’ll see if he brings her in here.” Max whispers before hearing y/n shouting, though he’d bet she has no idea just how loud she’s being.

“Max? Where’s Max? No-Stop, I want to see him.” Y/n exclaims with thuds and Lando’s laughter following before she appears looking tearful making Max stop his own laughter to look at her in the same way a parent looks at a toddler who is hurt. “Max! Lando is laughing at me because…I fell out the taxi and-and at the club.”

“Lando, you horrible boyfriend. Don’t be so mean.” Max scolds just playing into it before he holds out his hand. “Are you hurt?”

“Yes, I’m bleeding!”

“Oh no. Lando, can you be a good boyfriend for once and actually take care of your girlfriend?” Max questions making Lando’s jaw drop since they both know Lando is one of the most tentative boyfriends. Max looks at her grazed plans which are actually bloodier than his expected while she seems to feel the pain set in. Eyes tearing up and lip quivering as he inspects the damage. “It’s alright, it’s not that bad.”

“It really hurts.” Y/n states with a wobbly voice thick as she tries to not cry on camera since she knows they’re on live but from hearing her voice like that Lando visibly grows concerned.

“Come on, baby. I’ll clean you up.” Lando states making her turn, lip jutted before she moves over as he shoots Max a look then guiding her out the room.

Lando takes her to the bathroom sitting her on the closed toilet lid before he smiles at her.

“Did you have a good time, baby? What happened to the rest of the girls?” Lando asks softly while cleaning up the blood from her palms and noting the fact he knees need a clean up too. But when he mentions the rest of the girls she was supposed to be with, she begins hiccuping and crying. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What is it?”

“I went to the bathroom and when I came out they were gone. Then I realised I’d lost my phone and my whole bag! So I went to security and they called me a taxi.” Y/n explains making Lando’s stomach drop. “I-I need to tell the bank to cancel my cards and block my phone.”

“Alright, we’re going to get it all sorted but it’s late so we need to wait for tomorrow ok?” Lando assures her then gently kissing her cleaned up palms. “Better?”

Y/n nods before smiling when Lando stands up to kiss her forehead.

“Better?”

“Yeah, better.” She nods then sighing softly as he moves over and picks up her toothbrush. After putting toothpaste on it he moves over and gently opens her mouth, pushing her jaw down before beginning to brush her teeth for her, much to her amusement.

“I don’t trust you to do it properly.” Lando states making her pout for a moment before helping to coordinate it for him.

He keeps brushing making sure he reaches all needed areas before he grabs a cup for her to spit in. “Ok, I need a bit of help with the skincare steps. I know how picky you are.”

“No. Not tonight, just get me a cloth and rub it off.” She mutters shaking her head while he laughs a little.

“We have to do some of it. Your sober self will be mad with both of us if we don’t.”

Y/n only grumbles before he moves over getting a cloth to really get the thick of her make up off and to just get her skin kind of wet. Then following up with cleanser since in a more sober state she has talked him through the skincare routine when he’s helped with it.

“We left Max.” Y/n murmurs as he gently rubs the cleaner around her face trying to focus on not missing a spot.

“He’ll survive. He’s probably spilling all the gossip about us.” Lando jokes while y/n breaks into a smile. “Are you feeling ok? Not feeling sick or anything?”

“I think I need food and water. We were meant to go get pizzas after we finished for the night but we didn’t.” She pouts earning a nod from him.

“I think you need some food and water too. What sounds good?”

“I just want a sandwich.”

“Ok. We’ll finish up in here and get you a sandwich.” Lando smiles earning a slightly dopey grin in return.

Lando gets her wait in bed while he finds the biggest bottle of water he has and makes her a sandwich. “Ok, water and a sandwich-“

It was definitely optimistic to expect her to be awake, but he is a little sad the sandwich will go uneaten. He instead he puts the water down and finds a bucket, just incase she is sick, and heads back to see Max.

“Hey, mate. How’s she doing?” Max asks still on live but knowing Lando has been gone for the better part of an hour now.

“Lost her phone and bag, lost the girls entirely and had to get security to call her a taxi…but I’ve cleaned her up, didn’t manage to get her to eat anything but I left some water there. No way she’s going to remember any of that in the morning but I just figured I’d come let you know that I’m going to go to sleep too. Just wanted to check, you’re staying here right?”

“Yeah, yeah. If that’s alright.” Max nods getting a thumbs up and a quick hug. Then Lando leaves, only just catching his friend’s last words. “He is very cute with her. Never seen my boy so hooked on someone, he’s obsessed with her but in the best way. I mean he just loves her.”

-

Y/n wakes up with the overwhelming ache of her hangover feeling like she fell down a flight of stairs.

“Easy.” Lando soothes making her head whip around far too fast for her eyes to cope making her clamp them closed and groan. “You were a mess-“

“Don’t. God. Please don’t.” Y/n whines shaking her head then hiding herself in the pillow while feeling Lando’s arms wrap around her. “Where’s my phone?”

“I wish I knew, you came back bloody and in tears after a taxi drive dropped you off. Told me you went to the bathroom and came out, had lost the girls, and your bag had disappeared. We’ll need to sort all that out today when you’re ready.” Lando hums while gently rubbing her back.

“Oh fuck. Fucking hell.” Y/n groans then hiccuping, clearly the hangover adding to her emotions while he kisses her temple a couple times just letting her have the moment because really it’s an easy. “I’m so stupid. The girls are probably worried sick.”

“I text a couple of them to let them know you were home and with me.” Lando assures her since he did make sure to let them know that she was safe and no wandering around without anyone else there.

“What a disaster.” Y/n sighs then looking at her hands and grimacing. “Oh christ, how much did I fall over?”

“I don’t know, but I know it was enough that you needed some serious cleaning up.” Lando chuckles then pulling her hands over and almost repeating last night’s actions as he kisses her palms. “You were caught on live pouting to Max when you came in.”

“Poor Max.”

“Ah he loves you. Although it was like watching a parent with a toddler.”

It takes another couple hours and a few litres of water, but eventually she is up getting up and showering off the night before while Lando moves out to find Max awake eating a bowl of cereal he must’ve found while Lando and y/n were still in bed.

“How’s the princess?” Max asks making Lando sighs gently sitting down as he looks at his best friend.

“She’s feeling the after effects of alcohol. Still need to call the bank and block her cards and her phone.” Lando shrugs then tilting his head in gesture of her. “She’s having a shower now.”

“Well, I just wanted to see you guys before I headed out. I’m glad she’s ok, I thought I might wake up to find a note saying you were taking her to the hospital for alcohol poisoning with the state she was in.” Max jokes though he did genuinely think there was a chance with that.

“Ah, Maxie!” Y/n gasps when she appears looking damp but cleaned up in a pair of shorts and a stolen sweater from Lando. “I’m sorry for interrupting the live.”

“No, it’s fine. I think everyone does believe that you’re using Lando to get to me though.” Max sighs while she sits down on Lando’s lap, her hand going up to his hair immediately while he smirks a little at the comment of her liking Max but she doesn’t even seem to have a second thought about it. “Too bad I’m taken.”

“Oh yeah, I’m devastated. I’ll just have to settle for Lando.” Y/n hums sarcastically before they all burst out laughing. “Oh shit, uhh…baby, can I borrow your phone please?”

“Yes. Of course you can.” Lando smiles then pulling his hand from his pocket before he hands it to her.

“Thank you. I’ll try and be quick.” Y/n mumbles before taking off to another room so she doesn’t interrupt the boys.

Lando and Max end up talking about something for a while but it’s not long later than there’s a suddenly loud bang and a curse from y/n that follows, and unbeknownst to her it makes Lando literally jump up to his feet.

“I’m fine! It’s fine, I just-I dropped your phone but it’s fine! Nothing is broken, it landed on my foot!” Y/n exclaims while Max laughs shaking his head as Lando seems to consider still going through to check she’s ok.

“What?” Lando questions finally sitting back down.

“Just I think you’ve found the girl you’re going to marry and you don’t even seem to know it.” Max shrugs innocently while Lando looks at him in shock for a moment. There was a few things he expected from his friend but the suggestion of marriage was not one of them. “Oh come on, don’t act like I’m wrong.”

“I really never even thought about it.” Lando states now not being able to think about anything else.

A few minutes later and y/n reappears sitting back down on Lando’s lap as she had before, handing Lando his phone back. Lando is silent just taking a moment to admire his girlfriend while y/n rambles about what she’s going to have to do to get everything figured out for IDs and cards along with replacing her handbag and everything else that was in it. The easiest thing to replace seems to be her phone.

Neither notice Max capturing the moment that he intends to keep for the wedding day or when they have a kid. Whichever comes first.

“But essentially everything is sorted.” Y/n explains with a soft smile finally looking at Lando before frowning. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. I’m just glad you got everything figured out.” Lando shrugs as she grins and leans down to kiss him. “How are you feeling?”

“Uhh…better much better, but I could still use another nap just to really recover properly.” Y/n hums while shuffling down to mould herself against him. “Can I nap here?”

“Yeah, I’ve got no plans.” Lando smiles before raising his hand to Max with his middle finger up since he’s noticed they’re being recorded.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it. See you later.” Max states standing up while Lando hums and y/n grins at him, none the wiser to the video that was just captured of them. “Feel better, y/n. Don’t be mean to her, Lando.”

“I’m never mean.” Lando argues immediately as y/n sends his friend a small wave.

Believe - Jack Grealish x Reader

This is inspired by the England vs Hungary game at Wembley.

After 90 minutes the game ended in a draw.

Y/N can feel the frustration from the audience. That frustration was soon followed by disappointment. Y/N was upset but she wasn't upset about the game she was upset about something else.

She was upset about Jack.

Her heart broke when she saw his reaction after he got subbed off. His face was a mixture of confusion and anger. As the game went on Jack looked down Y/N can see he was devastated it only made her want to reach out and comfort him. She knew she couldn't do that now not with all the cameras on them.

As soon as the game finished Y/N quickly moved through the crowd and went out the back. She leans on the wall and waits for her boyfriend. A while later there was still no sign of him.

That's odd.

Moments later Chilwell steps out. His expressions is grim.

"Hey Ben."

He turns and a smile immediately forms on his face.

"Hey Y/N."

"Do you know where Jack is?"

"He's just packing up he will be out soon." He answered.

"Ben." She gives him a worried look. "Is Jack okay?"

Ben shuffles from side to side. He hesitated feeling unsure on how to respond.

"Ben?"

He lifts his head and sighs heavily.

"I don't know." He admits. "I mean he's pissed but..."

"But?"

"He's been acting a little off recently."

"What do you mean?"

"He's been pushing too hard, rarely has a break. He is always on his phone as well."

"That's nothing unusual he is always on his phone you can't get the bloody thing off him."

"Yeah I know but..." He again sighs. "I think you need to talk to him."

Many thoughts begin to swirl around Y/N's head.

What is Ben talking about?

What is wrong with Jack?

Is he okay?

Has someone upset him? Who's upset him? Is he upset with me?

Her thoughts are cut off when she sees Jack stepping out of the room. His eyes meet hers. His frown turns into smile.

"Hey." He walks over in his usual confident swagger and wraps his arm around her. He seemed to sense the tension in the air. "Hey is everything okay? Did I miss something important?"

"No." Ben was the first to answer. "We're good." He smiles. "I'll see you soon mate."

He claps his friend on the shoulder before walking off. Jack turns his attention back to his girlfriend.

"What was all that about?" He asks.

"Nothing." She rests her hand on his chest. "Jack."

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm pissed about the draw but..." He shrugs. "Can't do nothing about it all we can do is move on and try again."

"You were subbed off."

"I was. That's the Gaffer's decision I will always respect his decision he knows what he is doing if me coming off benefits the game then..."

He again shrugs. Y\N wasn't convinced. She saw his face when he was on the bench being subbed off clearly bothered him of course Jack being Jack he is going to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"Shall we get out of here?" Jack says.

She sighs at that. Seems she will have to drop the subject for now.

"Uh yeah let's go."

They both go outside to the car. Jack slides into the passenger seat while his girlfriend goes behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet. Ben's words kept replaying over and over in Y/N's head.

Now thinking about it Jack has been a little bit off these last few weeks Y/N thought he was just mentally drained after playing three massive games. She also thought he was frustrated due to the bad games he had recently. She did ask him if he was okay and he said he was fine. She assured him that he can always talk to her she will be there to listen to him but in typical Jack fashion he tries to change the subject or tries to cover it up with humour. In the end Y/N decided not to push him she will wait for him to open up. He can talk when he is ready to talk.

Things got better when Jack scored his first goal for England. His face lit up when he spoke about his goal through the webcam he was so proud of himself just when things were finally looking up tonight's game happens and the familiar feelings of frustration and anger were back.

Y/N grips the steering wheel. She scowls at herself for not seeing the signs sooner. It was obvious now that the recent games have taken a massive toll on Jack. Bottling up his emotions was clearly not helping either. What was going to happen if he had another bad game or got subbed off? After seeing his reaction tonight Y/N feared the next time he might finally snap. She didn't want to imagine how that would go down.

Without realising it she places her hand on his while keeping her eyes on the road. He looks round at her then down at their hands. He didn't comment on it instead he leans back and blows out a sigh.

His hand remains on hers.

...........

"Are you hungry? You want me to make you something to eat?"

Y/N pokes her head round the door.

"Jack?"

Jack looks up from his phone.

"Sorry what was that?"

Her eyes went on the phone. She wasn't wrong when she said Jack is always on the phone but since Ben's comment she's now worried on what exactly Jack is seeing on his phone. He doesn't look happy whenever he is on his phone now.

She noticed Jack was waiting for a response. She clears her throat and says.

"I said do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"Oh no." He smiles and shakes his head. "I'm okay?"

She walks over to him and leans down and kisses his lips. He responds and gives her a curious look.

"What was that for?"

"Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" She purred at him.

He chuckled at that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack has put his phone face down on the bed. Pretending not to notice she lies down on his chest and runs her fingers through his hair.

"So you got the day off tomorrow?"

"I have."

"And we got the whole day to ourselves."

"We have." He grinned.

"I was thinking..." She smirks. "We could have...some fun I have a few activities in mind."

She kisses him again. Jack turns away. His smile looked more forced this time.

"I was planning on hitting the gym."

"On your day off?"

"Why not?"

"You been on the go all week." She shakes her head. "You been training every day. You need a break."

"I'm fine."

"You might be fine now eventually you are going to hurt yourself."

"So now you are a doctor." He snapped. Realising what he said Jack sighs and holds his girlfriend's hand. "I'm sorry." He apologised. "It's just..."

His voice trails off he couldn't get the words out.

"Jack." Y/N cups his cheek with her hand. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He hesitated. Y/N felt his body become tense under her touch she can see his walls are starting to slowly crumble he couldn't hold the pain and anguish in any longer. Whatever is bothering him he needed to let it out now.

"Jack." She said softly.

He closes his eyes and leans back on the pillow.

"I can't lie to you." He opens one eye to look at her. "I can never lie to you. I'm..." He shakes his head. Y/N squeezes his hand and encourages him to continue. Jack clears his throat. "I need to do better."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to be a better player." He answered.

"What makes you think that?"

"PSG, Liverpool...I messed up."

"No."

"Yes. You saw what happened both games I was subbed off."

"It could be a tactical decision."

"No. I was subbed off because I wasn't good enough."

"That's not true. You give it you all in every game. You are one of the best players out there."

"You are only saying that because you are my girlfriend."

"I mean it." She brushes her thumb over his hand. "And hey." She smiles at him. "Everyone has a bad game. "

"I been having a lot of bad games recently."

"You scored against Andorra you're first England goal."

"Andorra...I scored against Andorra." He snorted at that. " I can't believe I actually celebrated that. "

"It doesn't matter what team it is, you scored, you had a goal that's all that matters."

"I was so stupid. " He shakes his head. "Tonight proved that."

"When he subbed you off. I knew it. I knew that bothered you."

"When I scored I thought I was one of the best players. Southgate opened my eyes and showed me what I really am. I'm a liability."

"Are you actually hearing yourself right now? Jack you're not a liability."

"Not everyone agrees with you."

"What the Hell does that mean?" His eyes went to his phone. "Jack? What have you been looking at?"

Knowing he couldn't hide it from her any longer Jack picks up his phone.

"Here." He swipes the screen and passes it to her. "Knock yourself out."

She takes the phone and looks at the screen.

On the screen there was lots of posts about Jack. All the posts were people saying horrible things about him.

Get out of my club.

Worst player on the pitch

100 Million down the drain.

Overrated

Useless player

He is exactly where he belongs on the bench.

The more Y/N read the worse it got. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram every page was filled with hateful and spiteful comments. Y/N couldn't read anymore. Her blood is boiling, she is furious. She wanted to give all these bastards a piece of her mind. She wanted them to know that Jack is an amazing and gifted player and that he is a wonderful man and a perfect boyfriend.

"Y/N?"

She snaps out of her enraged thoughts and looks at her boyfriend. Jack is next to her with his hand on her shoulder. Suddenly her vision became blurry. Tears begin to fill her eyes.

"Y/N?" Jack quickly grabs the phone out of her hand. "Hey it's okay." He wraps his arms around her. "I'm here."

"This is wrong." She sobbed into his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"I should be the one comforting you." She raises her head. Her eyes shine with tears. "Jack I know people online can be assholes but...I didn't know it was that bad."

"They might be a bunch of pricks but that doesn't mean their wrong. City paid all that money and...I have failed them. Pep had faith in me and look how I repaid him? I have been an embarrassment I'm...I'm probably the worst player he has ever had. Honestly I'm dreading on going back I fear he may drop me and I'll spend the rest of my days on the bench..." He glances at the screen and sighs. "Maybe they are right...maybe I do belong on the bench."

"Stop right there." Y/N pulls herself out of his arms and glares at him. "Their wrong...you're wrong. You have been amazing at City you scored your first City goal you scored your first Champions League goal. Yes you had a few bad games but that doesn't mean you are a bad player we knew the transfer would be tough it takes a while to settle into a new club those games instead of beating yourself up over it you should learn from it and think how you could improve next time. When I say improve I don't mean killing yourself in the process. You really think doing longer running sessions in the morning and spending more time in the gym will help you?"

When he didn't reply Y/N holds his hand and looks at him in the eye.

"You need to believe in yourself at the moment you are giving those morons exactly what they want. They want to knock you down they want you to feel like this its up to you to stand up and show them what you can do. In your next game, give them one Hell of a performance prove to them. Pep, Southgate everyone that you deserve a place in their team. Once you start doing that things will get better you will become an important player at City and England. All you got to do is give it time you need to be patient. I promise you people will eventually see your talent and they will know that you are worth every single penny. I believe in you and I always will."

He leans forward and presses his forehead against hers.

"Why are you always right?" He says.

She responds with a grin.

"So you admit I am right."

"Maybe."

His eyes lower on to her lips. She places her hand on his cheek.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me." She says.

Before he could respond Y\N gently pushes him down on to the bed. His eyes go wide as she climbs on top of him.

"Y\N?"

She silences him with a kiss.

"Let me show you."

After everything that's happened Y/N was determined to give him the best night ever. To do that she is going to give him exactly what he deserves. She will worship him every single part of him his mind, body and soul she will love it all.

Y/N grabs his shirt and tugs it upwards. Jack helps her pull it off and throws it on the side. She then moves to his shorts and slips them over his legs. She brushes her fingers against his thigh and grins when she felt him tense up underneath her.

Her hands go on the hem of his boxers. She goes in and runs her fingers along his manhood. Jack groans. That noise was music to Y/N's ears. She starts stroking his length wanting to get him nice and hard. Once she noticed his dick pressed against the fabric Y\N finally decided to remove his boxers.

His erection sprung out.

She grasps his dick in her hands. He cries out when she draws him into her mouth. She sucks, licks and teases him. His hips thrusted uncontrollably, making her take more of him into her warm mouth.

"Y\N!"

Hearing her name roll off his tongue sent a wave of excitement through her.

She takes his dick out of her mouth and licks her lips clean. She then makes her way up his body. She kisses every part of his body and runs her hands over his abs and thighs. When she reached his mouth she stopped. Y\N felt him squirm she knew he was desperate for a release. Y\N wasn't going to let him cum yet this is the only the beginning.

"Jack." She brings his hands to her chest and gives him a smirk. "I know you want to."

Within a second Jack sits up and pulls the shirt over her head. He brings her forward and slams his lips against hers. He pours all the love and emotion into the kiss. Moments later the couple pull away from each other to catch their breath. Jack's eyes darken with lust. That look immediately turned Y\N on she already felt herself becoming wet down there.

"That needs to go."

His eyes go on her bra. Y\N raises her arms and gives him a cheeky grin.

"You can do the honours."

Jack removes her bra then he lowers her on to the bed.

"So beautiful." He says as he took in the sight of her body. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world. " She beamed at him.

His eyes roam her body. He shakes his head.

"I swear I don't deserve you."

He gasps when she grabs on to his buttocks.

"Jack." She said her voice low. "Knock it out you are perfect and I love you remember that now less talking and more fucking. "

He chuckled at that. He leans towards her ear and says.

"And I love you."

His deep husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Jack leaves a trail of kisses along her collar-bone and bites down on her already sensitive nipples. Y\N cries out. He grins and starts to make his way down her body. He pulls her jeans off and tosses them to the side. His grin widens when he saw how wet her knickers are.

"Already soaking wet." He shakes his head. "You just can't help yourself."

"Please Jack." She begged.

He knew what she wanted. She wanted him inside of her. It's amusing how quickly she falls apart every time they have sex. Jack will never get bored of seeing her face like that.

Jack pulls the knickers over her thighs and calves. He runs his tongue along her wet folds. Then he pushes his tongue inside her.

"FUCK JACK...AH...AHHHH! "

Her hips move against his face as he continued to suck and lick her. He then sticks one finger inside her. Y\N wraps her legs around him tight and let's out another cry as he shoves another finger inside her. He pumps her harshly and enjoys the sweet sounds that came from her lips.

Eventually he removes his fingers and licks them clean. He then positions himself above her. Y\N gasps as she felt him going inside her. He pounds into her and sends over the edge. Y\N grabs on to his hair with one hand while her other hand left long scratch marks down his back. Her legs clench round him. The need to release started to build up inside her.

The couple rode it out until they both hit their climax. Both let out a strangled cry as they finally let it all out. Jack slides his dick out and takes a deep shaky breath. Y\N collapses on to the pillows. After taking several deep breaths Y\N blinks out of her blissful state and turns her head round. Jack lies down next to her. His warm body is pressed against hers. He takes her hand and kisses it. He then looks at her.

"Thank you." He says. "This...This really helped me."

Y\N looks at him. He is right it did help him he looked so much lighter now all the pent-up emotions he has built up in the last few weeks has all been released. It is the first time in a while Y\N has seen a genuine smile from him. God did she miss that smile.

"About tomorrow." He raises an amused brow. "Are those activities still available? "

She lies on his chest. She looks up at him and grins.

"Of course."

"Well then I suggest we get some rest last thing I need is you falling asleep while I'm in the middle of fucking you. "

"Hey!"

She slaps him on the chest. The smile remained on her face.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you will take my advice?"

He nods.

"I promise."

"You will start to believe in yourself?"

"Y\N." He holds both of her hands. "I believe in both of us."

She smiles and kisses him.

"Same Jack." She says. "Same."

The End

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.

Please watch this if you like spn and teenwolf crossovers watch this it's so cute ! I love this, this is probably my favourite series on tumblr now☺❤

Like Father, Like Son - Part 5 (Final Chapter) – Theo and Dean Crossover

Based on the request and headcannon by @theoraekendeserveslove

Word Count: 3,154

Warnings: None really.

Author’s Note: There are a lot of changes. So, consider this an Alternate Universe/Ending from the Series Finale episode.

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yuki gasly | PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x wife!reader

platonic yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader + yuki tsunoda x pierre gasly

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SYNOPSIS: having recently gotten married to the love of your life, it wasn’t surprising that your parents were asking for grandchildren. and while pierre and yourself were open to the idea of having a baby, neither of you was expecting to have one so soon. much less in the form of a 5’2 japanese driver. OR the four times you and pierre baby the hell out of yuki and call him your son, and the one time yuki caves and calls you his parents.

WARNINGS: absolute fluff, soooo yuki centric and i am not sorry at all, yuki being the babiest baby that ever babied, pierre and reader being the best parents ever, i literally cried writing the end of this so uh be prepared for tears?

six months ago, if asked, you would have said that you and pierre were happy to roll with life’s punches and that if a baby was one of those punches, you would gladly accept it. now, you’d argue that you and pierre were already parents, and your baby was none other than pierre’s teammate, yuki tsunoda.

in the year working up to your wedding with the frenchman, you had heard pierre gush about his teammate and how cute he was every time they were in the same vicinity. 

it was always, “mon amour, today, yuki was eating a fruit cup for a snack and he looked like a little baby. his cheeks were all puffed up with the fruits. it was adorable, i will send you the picture i took,” or, “y/n, you will not believe what yuki said today! we were filming for youtube, and one of the questions was how do dogs bark in both french and japanese, right? oh, it was so funny, you have to watch it when it comes out. you will see what i mean.” 

and as much as your fiance had talked about the young japanese boy, it wasn’t until your wedding that you properly met him, having only said a quick hi, or waved, as you saw him around the paddock. you had been a busy woman, having been left to deal with most of the wedding preparations while pierre drove his little racecar around the track. 

pierre had been absolutely ecstatic to properly acquaint the two of you together. just as yuki had been the subject of your conversations with pierre, you had been the subject of theirs. pierre would ramble for hours about some date night the two of you shared years ago, or how he knew he wanted to marry you when you wiped his face with your napkin after your second date.

yeah, you had always been a nurturing person. being the oldest in your family, you were used to looking after people. it was as if second nature to you. in friend groups, you were always the mom friend, and if anyone ever needed something, it was more than likely you were carrying it in your bag.

so when you finally got to properly meet yuki at your wedding and interact with him, it wasn’t a surprise that, much like your husband, you had immediately taken to the boy, finding his every action plain adorable.

the days of pierre calling you to talk about yuki were now replaced with you calling pierre to ask him to give the phone to yuki because he wasn’t replying to the texts you sent him. instead of cuddling up to pierre and refusing to let go on the mornings he would need to go to work, you were now asking to join pierre on his trips to alpha tauri’s headquarters, hoping to make a pitstop at yuki’s place to spend some time with the boy.

anyone and everyone on the grid could tell that the gasly couple had basically adopted yuki. your love for the boy had reached as far as yuki’s own family, who had reached out to the two of you, sending well wishes and gratitude for caring for their boy. to pierre, that meant that yuki’s parents had passed on the torch to himself and his wife, dubbing the two of you as yuki’s grid parents.

— one

the first time you joined pierre for a grand prix as his wife had been the first race of the season, your wedding having occurred during the off-season. 

the moment you stepped foot onto the paddock, you tugged pierre towards the alpha tauri motorhome, on the hunt for a certain japanese boy. your husband had laughed at your excitement but didn’t say anything, happy to help you reunite with the younger driver.

“yuki!” the second you saw him, you were running as fast as you could. the driver’s eyes widened at the sight of your figure rushing at him at an alarming pace, pushing off from where he had been leaning against the motorhome.

you wrapped your arms around yuki’s neck, squeezing him as tight as you possibly could. you had not seen yuki since the pre-testing in spain, which hadn’t been too long ago, but you had missed the shy boy greatly. 

from a few feet away, pierre couldn’t help but smile as he watched yuki’s expression of shock turn into one of embarrassment. their eyes met and pierre let out a loud laugh at the slight fear in yuki’s eyes. having just barely gotten used to pierre’s blatant and obvious affection towards himself, yuki had struggled to not shy away from the new addition of yours.

“touch is her main love language,” pierre had explained to him at his wedding, watching the dark-haired boy blush a bright red after you gave him a hug and a soft smile, “and hugs are her favourite way to express it.”

in a way, yuki was, of course, honoured to have been on the receiving end of your love. but with your love language being touch, and his being, well, he had no idea what his love language was, he couldn’t help but dread when your arms reached out for him.

or at least, that’s what he told himself when his heart fluttered, and warmth spread in his chest.

“my son, oh how i’ve missed you these past few weeks.” you pulled away from yuki with a small pout. your eyes wandered to his hair, your hand automatically moving to fix the hair that had moved during your one-sided hug.

yuki gave you a small smile, taking a step back when your hands dropped, “hello, y/n, it’s nice to see you again!”

pierre joined the two of you, hand slapping down lightly on his teammate’s shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, “salut, mon fils.” hello, my son.

a cheeky smile was plastered on your husband’s face when he noticed the cameras that were turned your way. he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to the other side of his body, “it’s a family reunion!” he yelled out to the photographers, waving with the hand resting on top of yuki’s shoulder.

the colour of yuki’s face could rival that of charles’ ferrari. in fact, you and pierre would argue that maybe yuki’s cheeks were even redder than the monégasque’s car. 

he brought his hands up to cover his red face, “i am not your son.”

— two

yuki simultaneously loved and hated when you came to race weekends. he loved your presence, don’t get him wrong, and pierre always performed a little better with his wife watching him from the garage, which was great for the team, but, he hated–despised, even–when the two gaslys would pair up to shower him with both attention and affection.

if it wasn’t you nagging at him to eat before he began his media duties on thursday morning, then it was pierre, constantly ruffling his hair and squishing his face, wedding band always ice cold against his cheek.

if your love language was touch, then pierre’s was touch but in the most annoying way possible. the media always ate it up, though.

currently, yuki had been sitting at a table in the alpha tauri motorhome, one hand scrolling through his instagram’s explorer page, the other stabbing blindly at the salad he was having for lunch.

it all happened so fast. one second, he was holding his phone. the next, his phone had been replaced with a water bottle. and there you are, making yourself comfy in the seat across from him, his phone sat snug in your hand.

“you need to stay hydrated, kiki,” you frowned at the boy across from you, “especially in this weather, i don’t want you dehydrated while you’re driving.”

kiki. you had started calling him that not long after the first grand prix of the season. you’d been testing out nicknames for him, and for some reason, of all the nicknames possible, kiki had been the one to stick.

“i won’t be dehydrated, y/n,” yuki put the bottle onto the table, only for it to be placed in his hand again, this time by pierre.

“i’ve already had this argument with her,” pierre sat down next to yuki, “and lost.” 

in his own hands were two bottles of water, one of which he slid towards you across the table. you smiled, “you can’t win against me, mon coeur.”

 yuki sighed, ultimately deciding not to argue on this. he twisted the bottle cap, faltering slightly when it wouldn’t open. his eyes flitted up to you, looking to see if you noticed. you hadn’t.

when he confirmed that your eyes were focused on pierre, his returning the favour, he turned back to the bottle in his hand. he gripped it a bit harder this time, twisting a bit more aggressively this time. still, the cap did not budge.

before he could try again, a hand reached out–pierre’s–and grabbed the bottle out of his hands. in one swift motion, the bottle was uncapped. yuki stared at the bottle for a second, then pierre, who looked like he hadn’t even batted an eye, still looking at you and listening to whatever you had been talking about. 

realizing the bottle hadn’t been taken back, pierre looked at yuki, who was now staring back at the bottle in disbelief. pierre gestured the bottle forward, breaking yuki’s glare. 

the younger boy reached for the bottle, “i loosened it for you.”

“sure, you did.” pierre patted yuki on the back, the smile wide on his face.

“i swear i did!” yuki straightened up in his seat.

“i don’t see a lot of drinking, kiki.” your eyes narrowed at yuki who instantly slouched in his seat, finally taking a sip of his water.

later, yuki found himself standing next to pierre at the back of the garage, balaclava in his hand, “...thanks,” he looked at pierre, “...for the water bottle earlier.”

pierre placed his helmet on his head, sliding the visor up. with a slap on the back, pierre was off, “anything for my son.”

— three

okay, so maybe pierre wasn’t the only one who drove better whenever you visited the paddock. so far, every race you had been to had lead to both alpha tauri drivers finishing in the points. 

this weekend felt different, though. better than all of the other race weekends. you had been extra excited for this race, and extremely confident that both drivers would get good results, maybe even a win.

“you’ve got quite the pep in your step, mon coeur,” pierre wrapped his arm around your waist, lips pressing against your temple in a quick kiss, “what did our lovely yuki do now?”

yuki, who had been standing not too far from the two of you, looked up at the sound of his name, “did you call for me?”

you gave him a smile, “no, you’re good, ki.” 

he nodded, going back to scrolling his phone. 

pierre looked down at you, squeezing your waist lightly, “well, if it’s not yuki, what is it?”

you smiled at him, hands overlapping his, “call it a mother’s intuition.”

pierre felt like he was back in his ice bath. he turned to face you, “you’re serious?”

your eyes watered slightly, and you nodded, “i went to the doctor’s office before i flew out and they confirmed it there.”

pierre’s eyes shined with unshed tears, the expression on his face so vulnerable and sweet, “we’re going to have a baby?”

a tear slipped down your face, “yes, mon amour,” you moved his hand from your waist and to your belly, “they’re right here.”

pierre rested his forehead against yours, tears slipping from behind his closed eyes. when he opened them again, he smiled widely, “thank you, ange. i’ll win this race for you. both of you.”

after a sweet kiss, pierre was whisked away, helmet over his head, as he settled into his car. he was going to be a father.

the lights went out in paul richard, and the checkered flag was pulled out in what felt like a blink of an eye. the alpha tauri garage was cheering the loudest they had in the entire season.

he had done it. they had both done it.

pierre had won the france grand prix, just like he said he would. and yuki came in third, first podium of his formula one career.

you watched your two boys from the crowd below, throwing a small nod to pierre when he looked down at you with a questioning look.

and there, on that podium that the two shared, pierre looked at yuki and smiled, “you’re gonna be a big brother, yuki.”

— four

it’s safe to say that after pierre’s reveal, yuki was much more lenient and willing to take part in your little family act. although he would never reveal it to either of you. he didn’t need to, anyway. the two of you had noticed the second yuki smiled instead of refusing that he was their child.

it was now summer vacation, and your bump had only just started showing. something that pierre could not stop gushing about to both yuki and charles, who had joined the two of you on your trip to greece.

both men had shrugged it off, alas, no one knew your body as well as pierre, and if he said you were showing, then good for you. but yuki was a lot more attentive to you, like you had been to him ever since your wedding with his teammate.

thirsty? yuki was there with a water bottle, reminiscent of all those months ago when you had gotten one for him. 

hungry? yuki was more than happy to go get you something from that french bakery across the street, knowing full well that he could not pronounce a single word on their menu.

you’d been eternally grateful for yuki, constantly telling him such when he would help you out. his cheeks would redden but the smile on his face would never slip. he was more than happy to return the kindness you had shown him.

currently, the five of you–charles, his girlfriend, yuki, pierre and yourself–were sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, waiting for your food to arrive.

you sat in between the two alpha tauri drivers, smiling and laughing at the banter between your husband and yuki.

when the whole grid parents situation had started, charles had found it absolutely hilarious that pierre was treating a man younger than him by only four years like his adopted son. but as the months went by, and as charles watched the three of you interact from across the table, he couldn’t help but notice the way yuki’s eyes shined with awe and admiration, and most of all, respect, as he stared at the two of you.

“they look like a real family, don’t they?” charles’ attention was drawn by his girlfriend.

he hummed, “yuki might not admit it, but i can see how much he looks up to pierre. to y/n, too.” 

and it was true. over the last few years, yuki had seen pierre go from just another driver, to a man in love, to one who was married, and now, a man who was ready to be a father. 

although not much younger than you or  pierre, yuki had a lot to learn, and he couldn’t have been more grateful to have both pierre gasly and y/n gasly as his role models and safety net.

that night, as he watched pierre fuss over whether or not you were eating enough red meat for the baby, yuki was sure that you and pierre would be the best parents in the world. 

— + one

the atmosphere was tense, the garage silent as they watched the alpha tauri car lead the race.

“he’s gonna do it,” your fingers messed with the pendant around your neck, “he’s really gonna do it.”

two arms found their way around you, hands flat against your visible bump, “he is.”

you dropped your necklace, opting to grip your husband’s hands as you listened to the radio. 

“okay, yuki. this pace is really, really good. you’ve got three more laps. push, push.”

“okay.” his response was short. understandable, he couldn’t afford to lose focus. not now.

“two laps left.”

the pit board lit up in response, indicating that he heard them. 

another lap. this was it, the final lap. you squeezed pierre’s hands tightly. all of this stress couldn’t be good for the baby but in this moment, you couldn’t keep yourself from watching.

it felt like hours, watching his car turn the final corner. the team running to congratulate yuki’s position. the cheers filled the garage once more, just as loud as the ones in france.

“that is p1, yuki. p1. congratulations, kid, you won the race.”

you didn’t realize you were crying until pierre wiped the tears streaming down your face. you looked at your husband with blurry eyes, “he did it, pierre.”

“we always knew he could.”

as you listened to yuki’s excited cheers, you couldn’t help but cry some more.

he had done it. 

his first win in formula one. 

after what had felt like the longest race of his life, the celebrations couldn’t have come faster. as he stood on the top step, japanese anthem playing in the background, his eyes found you and pierre standing a bit away from the crowd, staring up at him proudly. 

he had done it.

he had made them proud.

the reporter moved on to the next question, “and do you think your relationship with your team and teammate has played a role in where you are today?”

“yeah, of course.” yuki smiled, “the alpha tauri has been supporting me for such a long time and it feels really good to win today. kind of like a sign to show that their effort has paid off. i only wish that i could have had pierre finish the race with me.”

“and how is your relationship with pierre?”

yuki chuckled, lightly shaking his head, “pierre has been the best teammate a driver could ask for. he and his wife call themselves my grid parents, and you know what? they really are. they’ve been supporting me the most this year, right up there with my actual parents.”

“i couldn’t have done this without them. my grid family.”

one of my favourite tweets ever😭

Just a fan - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: a security guard at one of Jude’s games mistakes you for a fan.

Warnings: slight angst, appearances from Camavinga and Vini Jr hehe

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“May i have a picture please?” You heard a soft voice and a Spanish accent say from behind you as the final minutes of Jude’s game played out.

You turn your head to see a young girl with a Real Madrid shirt on, her phone in her hand with the camera app open and ready.

You smile softly before nodding.

“Would you like me to take it, it might be a better angle?” You ask sweetly, as you turn your body almost all the way round.

“Yes, please” the young fan says as you grab her phone and hold it up so the both of you were in the screen.

You take a few pictures so she can pick which ones she likes best before giving her the phone back.

“Thank you so much, tell Jude I love him!” She says excitedly before her attention is bought back to the game where Jude is running towards where the both of you are sat for a throw in.

Jude looks at you, due to you being close to the pitch, and winks.

The girls around you scream as you smile at him and mouth ‘proud’ towards him.

He smiles before focusing again.

It’s only his second La Liga appearance for Real Madrid yet he’s already excelled, getting two goals and an assist in this second match alone.

You watch proudly in his shirt as you clap in the final minutes of the game, your phone in your hands having taken pictures of fans that you thought Jude would like to see.

A few seconds later, the final whistle blows, cheers from the Madristas echo around the stadium as the other team bows their heads in defeat.

Jude celebrates with some of his new teammates, as the rival fans, and some Madristas begin to flee from the stands.

You stay put as your seats are close to the pitch on the ground, knowing some of the players come round and see the fans.

Once the stadium was almost all clear, Jude came running over to you. A rival players shirt tucked into his shorts as his was nowhere to be seen.

You couldn’t help but scan over his displayed torso, his abs flexing as he ran.

You got up off your seat and moved over to where he’d be able to reach you. As you did, some of the fans began to approach the pitch too, as they did after most matches.

He smiled at you and remained eye contact as he grew closer, the desire to be with each other growing strong.

Just as Jude was about to reach you, you felt strong hands pushing your shoulders back with a harsh shove.

The security guard who had been stood in front of you, watching you take pictures had a stoic look in his face as you began to fall.

Pain struck you as you stumbled back into other fans, who were then also hurt in the process.

You fell into a chair that was used by a photographer during the game.

Your back fell uncomfortably against the back of the chair as you hip crashed against the side.

No doubt your body would be covered in bruises when you wake up tomorrow.

You hear Jude’s shouts almost instantly, his protectiveness making him shove the security guard away.

“What is your problem?” He shouts, almost everyone remaining in the stadium can hear him, during the attention of some of his teammates.

Vini Jr, who had been just behind Jude the whole time, ran over to you, having seen you dropping Jude off at training before.

“Porro, are you okay?” He asks as his hands cup your arms, he rubs them slightly as if to aid your pain as he helps you up to a standing position.

You meet his eyes and his are full of concern as tears start to form in yours.

You nod slightly, mustering up a small smile as you hear Jude still shouting at the security guard.

“She’s just a fan, Bellingham” the older man’s gruff voice says.

“You don’t know anything about me, or us, how do you know she’s ‘just a fan’” he scolds, his accent thick with anger.

You turn back to Vini for a moment before concern grows within you.

“The fans” you say before turning around to see some of the Madristas that were behind you, holding themselves in paid.

Vini looks past you before shouting for his friend.

“Cama! Come” he shouts as he jumps the barrier that was previously between the two of you.

Camavinga follows short having realised the situation.

He stops to look at you just after he’d jumped the barrier.

“You okay?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you reply and he nods before following Vinicius in aiding the fans that had been hurt in the events, the other security guards half assisting them, half protecting them.

Finally, Jude turned to you.

His eyes were drowned in concern for you as he scanned your body for any visible injuries.

He ran the short distance back over to you and gently took your face in his hands.

He moved your head around to see if you had hit your head before even saying anything to you.

“Jude..” you start before he interrupts you.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I-I I don’t even know why or, or how it happened” he frantically gets out as he spins your body around to look.

He turns you to face him once again before gently lifting the material of his shirt up slightly at your hips.

His warm fingers grazing at the skin of your stomach causing goosebumps to raise on your arms.

He smiles due to your reaction, but concern still dominating his face.

He looks down towards your hip to see slight bruising already forming.

“Y/n, this-” he starts.

“It’s okay. Im okay. Can we please just get out of here and go home?” You ask him, your voice hushed as you start to see people with their phones pointed at the two of you.

“Yeah, of course.See you later?.” He says before kissing you on the forehead, cautious of the cameras, and then disappearing down the tunnel.

“I’m sorry” the guard begins to say and you hold up your hand.

“It’s fine. But even if I was a fan, you don’t push them that hard, they are people too” you say before heading out to exit the stadium and driving to Real Madrids training centre, knowing that’s where the team bus will pull into in a few minutes.

-

You stay in your car as you wait for him to exit the team bus, scared to face his teammates, feeling slightly embarrassed about what happened.

A knock in the window breaks you out of your shame.

You look up to see Jude, Vini and Camavinga in front of you.

You sigh before unlocking the doors.

“Hello, beautiful” Jude says as he sits in the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Aw” Vini coos as he stands in the space between the passenger door and the car.

Cama slaps his chest lightly.

“Bro?” He says as Vini rubs his chest.

You and Jude can’t help but let out small laughs at their antics.

“We just wanted to check whether you were okay?” Camavinga says as they look at you with concern.

“Sí, looked bad” Vini says as he leans his hand on Jude’s shoulder.

“I’m okay, it hurts less now” you smile reassuringly at them, tired eyes looking from Jude to the pair stood outside

“Bien, well let us know if there’s anything we can do” Cama says, mainly directed at Jude but also you.

“Will do, mate.” Jude nods as the two turn to walk away.

“Thank you!” You call to them and they turn around and smile at you before walking to their cars.

“Aw, they are nice” you say as Jude turns to you and kisses you.

When you pull away, you smile.

“I wanted to do that all day. I’m so sorry this happened to you, baby.” He says as his thumb brushes over your cheek.

“It’s okay, I just want to go home and eat Icecream.” You say and he laughs while nodding.

“Luckily for you, i bought your favourite ice cream yesterday. Lots of it” he says with a little smirk, proud of himself.

“Really?” You say, your eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yes, but, you have to ice your bruises first” he says, knowing otherwise, you would probably be too scared of the cold to do so.

“Ugh, fine. I hate you” you say to him before rolling your eyes and starting the car up.

“Please, you know you love me” and you can practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

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