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claypgeon · 2 days

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little norris — f1 grid

pairing. f1 grid x norris!reader

summary: everyone loves when landon’s little sister attends races, especially the racers. 2.4K

warning; multiple people are interested in reader. fluff. reader gets so extremely spoiled.

notes; i got kinda lazy towards the end :( hope you all still enjoy! thank you for reading, comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated :)

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“What do you mean little norris is here?” Carlos Sainz spluttered, looking around the group of men, seeing the same bewildered expression on their faces.

It was two hours before the race, Charles, George, Oscar, Max, Carlos, Daniel, and Lando were catching up inside of Mclaren’s hospitality, that was until Lando dropped the bomb, his sister, more well known as little norris, was there.

“Yeah, I’m going to go meet her at the gate,” Lando muttered, turning around to the couch and picking up his phone before pocketing it. “You could join me-” he turned back around, only to find that the space, which was previously occupied by his friends, was now completely empty. Looking around, with furrowed brows, he scoffed, “Assholes.”

Walking up to the gate, Lando smiled at the sight of his baby sister, he was well aware of the cameras on them. And while he was very well used to it, you still seemed slightly uncomfortable. It had been a while since you had come to a race, a year or so. So being around this many cameras, was not your usual day-to-day.

Still, you smiled brightly walking up to your big brother. Greeting each other, you hugged tightly, although you hadn’t been at a race for more than a year, you had Lando had seen each other less than a week ago. Only a year apart, you two had always been close, basically being best friends since your birth.

“Can you explain why your friends are very persistent about me visiting them today?” you questioned, now in the great comfort of Mclaren’s hospitality, you sipped on your orange juice, raising a brow to your brother.

Confused, Lando questioned who and what you were talking about. You explained that for the past ten minutes or so, you had been bombarded by messages from some of his closest friends. All begging you to visit them.

“Those Muppets!” Lando scoffed loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. “The second I brought you up, they ran away to do god knows what!” he rambled.

You shrugged, pausing for a second before pulling yourself up with a groan. Lando watching your movements in confusion. “Where are you going?”

You avoided eye contact, pursing your lips, and slowly walking towards the exit. “You’re going to see them!” Lando pointed an accusing finger at you, standing up and staring at you with betrayal.

You sped up, looking over your shoulder with a frown, “I’ve missed them!”

. . .

Your first pit stop was the Ferrari garage. Charles had been the most persistent of the group, pleading with you to meet Leo, his new puppy.

You felt out of place in the sea of red, but you trotted through, making it up to hospitality with only a handful of dirty looks.

“Mon Amour!” a loud, excited voice broke through your thoughts. Charles. Smiling brightly, you look up to find Charles quickly making his way to you, the brightest smile on his gorgeous face.

He wrapped his arms around you with lightning speed, swaying side to side, placing what felt like hundreds of kisses on your cheek. “It’s been too long,” he murmured sweetly. You laughed, leaning deeper into his chest, “You visited me two months ago.”

Two months ago, you were met with the surprise of a very cheerful Charles in your college dorm, claiming he ‘couldn’t go another day without seeing your face.’ He had only stayed for a day in a half, but you had to admit, it was nice to have a distraction from your studies.

“Too long.” He murmured once more. You pulled away, choosing to ignore the deep frown on his face. You reminded him of what you came here first for; Leo. With a pout on his face, he led you to where a cute tiny puppy stood on the ground.

Getting on your knees, you cooed, “Oh you’re so beautiful.” you muttered, too entranced with the adorable puppy, to see Charles slip away for a quick moment.

Charles walked over to a Ferrari employee, continuously turning to make sure you were still focused on Leo. The employee slipped him a tiny paper bag, Charles thanked him, and without another word, he walked back over to you.

You continued playing with Leo, ignoring Charles, making him scowl. He was aware Leo was cute, but wasn’t he cuter?

“Amour?” he called for you, looking up, you raised a brow, and he held out his hands for you, pulling up. “I got something for you.” he led you to the red couch, placing you down as if you were a delicate doll.

And it started. You thought. Every time you would visit the paddock, you were bombarded by different gifts from some of Lando’s closets friends. Not that it bothered you. It was probably wrong, but getting so much attention, by so many gorgeous men, ignited a flame in you. And you never wanted it to stop.

“Oh, yeah?” you batted your eyelashes up at him, and you visibly saw him gulp. He sat next to you and nodded vigorously while handing you a small paper bag. Looking inside, you saw a velvet box, your eyes widened. Jewelry?

Pulling out the box, you blinked at Charles, he smiled at you reassuringly. Opening the box, you gulped loud enough for someone on the other side of the room to hear. You were used to nice gifts from Charles, but this? This was next level. Inside the velvet box was a tennis bracelet that no doubt cost more than your entire outfit combined.

You blinked, looking up at Charles, who was staring down at you with puppy eyes, “Do you like it? We can exchange it if you don’t. It just…your brother only told us you were coming like ten minutes ago, and I needed to get you something-” you cut off his rambling, by placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips, he instantly froze.

“I love it.” You breathly mumbled, carefully taking the bracelet out of the box, “Help me put it on?”

. . .

You were beaming as you walked out of Ferrari hospitality and into Carlos’s garage. The bracelet Charles had gifted you was gorgeous, and it made you feel like you were walking on air. Lando could die, and you would still be shining.

Arriving at the garage, you frowned, not seeing Carlos anywhere. You spent the next five minutes looking around, but no trace of him. Just as you turned to leave, you saw him. He ran into the garage with a giant bouquet of red roses in hand. He looked around urgently until his eyes landed on you.

Everyone in the room noticed how when he set eyes on you, it was like he became entranced. His eyes looked you up and down about ten times, in between the time when you walked over to him.

You didnt speak, instead choosing to bring him into a tight hug, smelling of his expensive cologne. You spent the next seconds in each other’s tight embrace. Out of everyone on the grid, other than your brother. You knew Carlos the longest, and it was evident with how tightly you clung to each other.

You felt the bouquet digging into your back, pulling back, Carlos instantly held it out to you, “Para ti,” for you.

“Thank you, Carlos,” you took the flowers with a pouty smile, they were bigger than your head.

“I got you something,” he muttered, pulling you towards a corner in the garage, shielding you from prying eyes. You tilted your head, eyes trailing down to his perfect lips, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out two tickets.

He wordlessly handed them you to, taking the flowers with one hand. You stared at the tickets confused, you gasped, reading them. Greece, June 15, one-person ticket. You flipped the ticket looking over the other one, Greece, June 15, one-person ticket. You looked by at the Spanish man, with a gasp, “You didnt.”

The man smiled, leaning closer, “I did.” he whispered, placing a deep kiss on your forehead. “For us?” you held up the tickets, needing clarification.

“For us.” he confirmed. Holy shit you were going to Greece.

. . .

You hadn’t been in the paddock for more than thirty minutes and you already had a tennis bracelet, a bouquet of flowers, and a trip to Greece.

Then came the ethical dilemma. Was it okay to take all these gifts, knowing they were given to you with the intent they had, probably not. Did you care? No.

Some might call you shameless, but you didnt care. You loved feeling loved. You loved knowing you had these men wrapped around your finger. You loved knowing they would do anything for you.

It had been this way for years, them buying you things with the hopes of a relationship. And you weren’t planning on putting a stop to it any time soon. It might seem impossible, but you loved them all. And you didnt see why you had to pick one. Why couldn’t you have them all?

And it’s not like they don’t know about each other. They do. Each one of them are aware of the others. That just makes it all more competitive. And with more competitiveness, came more gifts for you. Perfect.

“Max!” you laughed, feeling someone pick you up from behind. The broad shoulders and ruff hands gave it away. You heard him let out a deep chuckle, leading you to some high chairs.

Once he placed you down on the chair, you were finally able to get a good look at him, he was perfect as always. “Hi.” you whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist, with a content sigh.

“Hi, schatje.” he leaned into your neck, placing small kisses, not caring about those around you too.

“How are you?” you whispered, placing your hands around his neck, but he didnt answer, he focused himself on your right wrist, where the bracelet Charles had gifted you lay.

Silently, he turned to you with a raised brow. “Charles?” he guessed with an eye roll. You nodded, giggling brightly, “It’s cute, no?”

“Yeah, adorable.” he grumbled, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone. You frowned, not liking how his attention wasn’t on you. That was until he handed you his phone, nuzzling back into your neck without a care in the world.

You took the iPhone, holding it up to your eyes. “A boat?” you questioned looking down at a smiling Max, he hummed, nodding. On the phone was a page, dedicated to what you assumed was selling boats.

“You bought one?” you whispered in wonder, swiping through teh pictures of said boat. It was huge, with three stories: the bottom deck, the middle deck, and the very top deck. Your eyes widened looking at the price tag. Holy shit that was a lot of money.

“For you,” he mumbled, placing a final kiss on teh side of your neck before standing up straight, looking at you expectingly.

You froze. No fucking way. This, this was crazy. “Max-” you started shaking your head, but his puppy dog’s eyes froze you in place instantly.

“Just take it okay?” he leaned his forehead against yours, “I need to one up Charles.”

. . .

“Daniel!” you laughed in joy as he wrapped his arms around you swinging you around.

“Little Norris!” he cherred, carefully placing your feet on the ground, and pating your hair down with a beaming smile.

He stood staring for a smile, admiring your beaming smile as you looked up at him, “How did you get even prettier?” he wondered in amazement.

“The same way you got prettier.” you grinned cheekily, he blushed, taking your hand and learning you out of the garage.

“Remember when you told me you wanted to take golf lessons?” he reminisced, waving over to some fans who were calling out for his attention with his free hand.

You nodded thoughtfully. You had talked about wanting golf lessons for years, never having the time to actually do them.

He stared down at you with a glint in his eyes, you paused, gasping with a big smile, “You didn’t!”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around you once more, “I thought since you were finishing school soon, it was the perfect time.”

You stared up at him in adoration, “Have I ever told you how much I adore you.”

“Hm.” he whispered in your ear, “I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

. . .

“Don’t you look pretty?” Georges’s voice cut through your thoughts, as he walked over to you, placing a deep kiss on your cheek while holding your hands.

You thanked him, pulling him down to the couch, and leaning against his chest. Yawing. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “Tired?”

You nodded, closing your eyes, “It’s so tiring being wanted by so many handsome men..” you sighed dramatically, George laughed loudly, leaning against your back as his body shook in joy

“Cheeky girl.” he giggled, before placing a smooch against your head. “Ready to know what I got you?” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I guess..” you sighed, turning to him, and giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek, letting him know you were just joking.

He handed you his phone, you quickly scanned through the screen. You opened your mouth in shock, throwing his phone down on the couch, “You got me land on the fucking moon?”

. . .

“Like the actual moon?” Oscar gasped, staring up at you with an open mouth, he was lying on your chest, you were both in his small drivers room, passing time.

“The actual fucking moon.” you laughed, shaking your head. You had just finished recalling your encounter with the others, Oscar sighed, “How am I going to top that?”

You frowned, “I don’t think anyone would ever top that. I mean…” you shuddered, “it’s the literal moon Oscar. The moon.”

“That is pretty cool.” he leaned closer to you, “But I’m still going to live the rest of my life trying to top that.”

You smiled at him, suddenly bashful, “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” he held your hand with a teasing smile. “Ready for the spa day tomorrow?”

That was Oscar’s gift to you, a very luxurious day with him, where he will take you shopping, get you pampered, and eat at the best restaurants Monaco has to offer.

“I’m so ready.” you groaned, “Walking around all day was exhausting.”

“But worth it, no?” he glanced at the tennis bracelet on your wrist, you giggled, nodding vigorously, “Totally worth it.”

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mattyriddlesbitch · 1 day

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cliche but I’m a sucker for those tropes where she’s the dare matheo’s friends made him bet on and she finds out

I love those tropes too, it hurts, but is so good. Thank youuuuuu! <3

Bet

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, one use of 'shitty', I think that's it.

You and Mattheo had been dating for just 3 months now. It had been going great. Your dates were always really fun and nice. You always seemed to be hanging out and kissing and holding hands and just being a regular grossly cute couple. It was all so perfect.

That was until you were coming up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower to hang out with the boys. They were up there already and talking and you heard your name so you stopped to listen.

“It's been 3 months with (Y/N). I guess that means you win.” You heard Enzo say, just making you confused.

“I can't believe you did it. I thought you'd get bored of her after 2 weeks.” Theo added.

“You guys should already know how seriously I take bets. I like proving you guys wrong.” Mattheo, your boyfriend, said.

“I think you just like taking our money.” Draco said and the boys laughed.

You felt sick. You were a bet?

You stood on the stairs for a moment, just taking in the conversation and if you paid attention, you could even hear the money being exchanged, the little clinking of coins as they were being passed.

You turned around, hurrying down the stairs as quietly as you could. How humiliating. How could you face any of them again?

You actually really liked Mattheo. He was so sweet and made you laugh and made you feel appreciated. And now you just felt sick and horrible. How could someone fake all that?

You went back to your dorm, unsure if you should hurl or cry. Instead, you settled for going to sleep, not even bothering to change as you settled into your bed, hiding under the blankets. Was it embarrassing to throw yourself a pity party over a boy toying with your feelings? Yes. But right now, you didn't care. You just wanted to sleep and hopefully wake up to either that conversation being a cruel dream or Mattheo never existing.

It took a lot of tossing and turning, but you managed to get to sleep. You woke up in the morning all sweaty and still upset. You didn't wanna get out of bed. You knew getting up meant that you'd have to see him and probably confront him and you didn't know if you were ready for that.

You forced yourself out of bed anyways, knowing there were still classes today, and as much as you would've loved to sulk in bed, you couldn't miss lessons. You got ready for the day, showering and getting dressed in your uniform before heading out.

Only Mattheo was in front of your door when you opened it, holding a pastry and some drink with a look of concern. You froze, not sure what to do.

“Morning, princess. We missed you last night.” He said, offering you the food and drink.

“I was too tired.” You lied, stepping out of your dorm and closing the door. You accepted the food and drink knowing you'll probably just end up throwing it away anyways. Your stomach still felt too sick to eat.

“You could've told me, angel. I would've just spent the night with you. You know I'd rather spend time with you.” He said with a soft smile.

“Sorry. I wasn't really thinking.” You said and started making your way to your class.

Mattheo was quick to follow. “It's alright. I was just worried. Plus, I missed you.” He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The contact made you feel gross. It didn't feel right anymore. But you kept your mouth shut for now. You didn't want to make a scene before classes. You were already embarrassed as is, if everyone knew you were just a bet because you fought with Mattheo in front of everyone, you'd probably die.

Classes were awful. They probably would've been normal, even good, if that pit in your stomach would've left. You felt too sick to eat other than a few bites at lunch. You locked yourself in your dorm after classes and tried busying yourself with schoolwork. It was really hard to concentrate, though. Merlin, in only 3 months, you had a few pictures of him in your dorm. Not to mention a shitty necklace he bought that hung around your neck. You took it off and tossed it to your bed so you wouldn't be seeing it every time you looked down at your work. Even put the pictures away in a drawer so you could focus.

You got so focused in schoolwork, a good distraction from your asshole boyfriend. You still felt horrible, but at least you weren't thinking of him as you answered questions about the history of magic. You didn't even notice you missed dinner as you sat at your desk, throwing yourself into work instead of sulking.

You got pulled out of your little world as someone knocked on the door. You looked at the door for a second before standing up and opening it to see Mattheo again, standing there with a plate of food and a smile.

“Hey, princess. You missed dinner, so I brought you something. I don't want you starving.” He said.

“Thanks. I was just caught up in some schoolwork.” You said as you took the plate, this time it was the truth. Even just looking at the food made you sick. Why was he being so sweet when this is all a lie?

“Is everything okay?” He asked and you noticed you were making a sour face at the food.

“I don't feel like eating.” You said simply.

“Why? Are you feeling sick?” He asked, reaching a hand out to feel your forehead for a fever.

You stopped his hand by pushing his arm away. “I'm not sick.”

He frowned at you not letting him touch you. “Then what's going on?” His eyes looked over you, stopping around your chest. “You aren't wearing my necklace.” He noted, knowing you haven't taken it off since he gave it to you.

You couldn't do it anymore. “Was I just a bet?” You asked, matching his frown.

His face softened slightly as his mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. He didn't wanna say ‘yes’ but he didn't wanna lie either.

It answered your question anyways and you felt tears stinging your eyes at the confirmation. “Don't bother me ever again.” You said and shoved the plate of food at him, letting go before he could even react to grab it, making it fall to the floor as you closed the door on him.

He stood outside your door, trying to gather his thoughts as to what to do next. You may have been just a bet to start with, but, Merlin, help him, he was falling hard for you.

You curled up in your bed again, too depressed to even think about continuing your schoolwork.

The next few days were spent trying to avoid Mattheo and his friends while getting through classes. You saw him try to approach you several times, but you dodged him every time. You missed him and you hated yourself for even thinking that. He hurt you. Why did you miss him?

It wasn't until almost a week later, when you came back to your dorm after classes, you opened the door to see Mattheo leaning against your desk, looking at one of the pictures you shoved in a drawer. You dropped your bag to the floor beside you with a sigh as he looked up at you, standing up straight as he put the picture down.

You crossed your arms as you looked at him. “I told you not to bother me again.”

“I'm sorry.” He said, taking a few steps towards you. “I'll do anything you want but that. I know you're upset. Kick me, punch me, hex me. Do whatever will make you feel better. But I can't just leave you alone.” He looked like he wanted to touch you, but put his hands in his pockets instead.

“I don't care, just leave.” You said, gesturing to the open door.

He went over to the door, but instead of leaving, he just closed it. “I'll be honest, completely honest. Yes, you were a bet. It was supposed to be something fun for me and my friends, but instead, I ended up getting feelings for you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “So what? You want me to forget that what you did hurt me? You want me to pretend that you didn't have the intentions to play with my feelings and use me for fun?” The hurt and anger was obvious in your tone.

“No. You're right. What I did was awful and I shouldn't have done it.” He said, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the floor.

“So what do you want from me?” You asked, your tone was still harsh.

“You. I want you.” His answer was immediate as he took another step towards you.

You looked away, sighing again in frustration. “I can't just forget and ignore what you did.”

“Please, (Y/N). I'll do anything.” He said, now reaching out for your hand but you step back out of his reach.

“How much?” You asked.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he let his hand fall by his side again.

“How much? How much did you get from the bet?”

He hesitated before answering, obviously not fond of the question. “100 galleons.”

“Did you get it? You win?” You asked, the harshness in your tone causing him to shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah.” He said, putting his hand back in his pocket.

“You mean it? For real? About you catching feelings?” You asked a little softer.

“I do.” He really didn't wanna say more than you asked in case he said the wrong thing, so he bit his tongue to not ramble about his feelings towards you.

You stared at him as you thought about what to do. He hurt you, but you actually had feelings for him too. “Was anything else a lie?”

“No. Everything I said and did was all me. No lies, no acts. I was being me. The real me.” He took another step towards you.

You let out a long exhale as you thought. If he was being genuine, then you guys could restart properly. But he wasn't genuine before, so why should you believe him now?

“Please.” He said softly as he stepped towards you again, nearly toe-to-toe with you.

You closed your eyes and sighed, knowing what you were about to do was stupid. “On conditions.” You say and open your eyes to look at him.

His face immediately lit up as he nodded. “Anything.”

“I want the money.” You said and he smiled ever so slightly and nodded. “Not fair you played me and got money for it. Not fair for your friends to get it back either since they made the bet with you.”

“Absolutely. I was gonna take you somewhere nice with it and maybe buy you something, but whatever you want.” He said.

You almost smiled at the thought, but wanted to keep up being angry with him. “I want an apology and love letter. Handwritten until your hand hurts.”

“Fair.” He nodded, his smile getting bigger.

“I want apologies from everyone involved with the bet too.” You added.

He tilted his head in thought. “I can do that.”

“Better get started.”

“Right after this.” He said and cupped your cheeks, leaning in and kissing you gently. “You're so cute when you're upset.”

“I'm about to be downright adorable if you don't get to work now, Riddle.”

“Fine.” He said, stepping back towards your door. “You're gonna love me tomorrow, though! Just wait!” He smiled at you as he left your dorm.

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drvscarlett · 1 day

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BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

Alex Albon x Horner!Reader

Summary: Max Verstappen and Sebastian Vettel may be Christian's favorites. But Y/N Horner has her own favorites.

The Tortured Drivers' Department series

A/N: one of my favorite tracks and i hope i could give it justice. let me know what you folks think

Taglist. @tea-bobba @boiohboii @c-losur3 @haikyuen @stelena-klayley @stinkyjax @0710khj @jinimon-tr

I'll tell you something right now you ain't gotta pray for me Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy

LittleMissY/N what a fun winter break bonding before the 2019 season starts. aren't we cute #GiveYouButterflyWings

PierreGasly the disrespect, my face is cut off after taking so many photos of you!!!

LittleMissY/N sorry not sorry PierreGasly Seb is also upset that you didn't even include him in that photo. LittleMissY/N tell the man to make an ig first.

MaxVerstappen33 why did the rookie get a solo shot before I did???

LittleMissY/N don't be jealous maxie, atleast you're still in the family mantle MaxVerstappen33 you are not slick Y/N tsk, im telling your dad LittleMissY/N respectfully, fuck off!

Alex_Albon it was nice meeting you Y/N!

LittleMissY/N its so good to meet you too alex :))) PierreGasly suspicious behavior!

User3 enjoy your time out there with the boys!

User5 anyone notices how Y/N is literally teasing everyone and then when it comes to alex she seems shy

User7 I smell a crushhhh User9 be for real, maybe its because alex is a rookie and Y/N didn't bond well with him yet.

LittleMissY/N dad took me to work and not bad for a rookie!

ChristianHorner I'm not taking you to work again

LittleMissY/N don't you miss me?? i thought you missed me ChristianHorner not anymore LittleMissY/N too bad, im applying for a job in f1

PierreGasly are you even watching the race??

LittleMissY/N yeah, you missed the points lmao! PierreGasly i hate you

Alex_Albon not a really good start for me but I'll try better next time!

LittleMissY/N dont stress, you have plenty more opportunities to do well! I'll see you next GP? Alex_Albon of course, I mean I'm being paid to drive that car hahaha LittleMissY/N you're funny PierreGasly are you seeing this MaxVerstappen33 MaxVerstappen33 im dying out of laughter LittleMissY/N I'm gonna pay your mechanics to miss out a few screws

User5 she is so pretty!!! how come she is christian's daughter?

User7 I met her during FP1 and girlie is so in love with a driver

User8 i think we know why Y/N is coming around the races.

Alex_Albon happy to get some points for today! My first in my rookie year!

User2 Amazing job today Alex

User3 Alex Albon, you make us all proud!!!

LittleMissY/N GET IN THERE ALEX!!!!! BLOODY AMAZING!!! SUPERB DRIVE!!!

Alex_Albon thanks Y/N, i can hear you shouting from Red Bull to Toro Rosso LittleMissY/N this is amazing news and everyone has to hear it!!!!!

User5 alex and Y/N are so cuteeee!!! Y/N is so excited for Alex's first points

User7 anyone else ships Y/N and Alex??

F1Fans OOF! Albon suffers a big crash during the practice session in Shanghai. Do we think choosing Albon is the right choice for this season?

User1 nasty crash, too bad that he will be missing qualifying.

User2 c'mon be a little more lenient to the guy, shanghai is a difficult track

User3 should be sacked tbh

User4 why are they allowing albon to drive? he isn't that good.

LittleMissY/N oh get over yourself. i bet you can't even drive an f1 car even if you tried. Drivers crash every now and then, Alex Albon is a fantastic driver that's why Toro Rosso got him. This is just a bad weekend for him but I'm sure he will bounce back for the actual race. User7 my surprise when I realize that its actually Y/N Horner defending Alex Albon's honor User8 we love Y/N in this household.

User9 praying for a better race results for Alex

PierreGasly posted a story...

LittleMissY/N replied: HOW DARE YOUUU???? WHO IS THAT RAT???

LittleMissY/N but tbh thats a genuine reaction. imagine starting from p20 and ending up into p10??? LittleMissY/N OH PIERRE QUIT IGNORING ME! LittleMissY/N i hate you so much

Alex_Albon replied: oh no, what happened to her??

PierreGasly your biggest fan has a bit of a teary moments. She is currently filling up my DMs with how much of an amazing driver you are Alex_Albon that's really nice of Y/N

MaxVerstappen33 replied: man Y/N is down bad

PierreGasly i knowwww MaxVerstappen33 christian just walked in to ask if Y/N has a crush on Alex PierreGasly its so obvioussss MaxVerstappen33 well except for alex lol

GeorgeRussell63 with my best mate Alex_Albon !!

LittleMissY/N Well hello there georgie

GeorgeRussell63 hello miss Y/N Horner, what are you doing around here?? LittleMissY/N just saw you tag alex and figured i should say hi to his bestie GeorgeRussell63 im watching you LittleMissY/N ditto :))

Alex_Albon we look good there!

LittleMissY/N you look extremely handsome there Alex MaxVerstappen33 simppppp LittleMissY/N im gonna crash your car

User5 another bestfriends making it to formula 1 together

User7 its so funny how Y/N shows up in any tagged photos of alex, miss maam you are whippedt!!!

LittleMissY/N I'm off to crash anyone who crashes him in the next race. Mark my words!!!!!!!! Still a great drive from AA, my favorite driver <3

Alex_Albon thanks so much for the support Y/N. No need to crash to anyone

LittleMissY/N okay but my offer will always stand

PierreGasly you are sooooo down bad

LittleMissY/N I'm going to put you down

User6 is Y/N, Alex's girlfriend.

User7 i think she likes him and alex is so oblivious User9 yeah, Y/N likes alex so much LittleMissY/N shut it.

User11 i just love how supportive she is with alex being a rookie and all

ROOKIE ALBON DEFENDS Y/N HORNER.

In a recent interview, someone made a mistake of putting Y/N Horner in a bad light. Not to worry because Toro Rosso driver, Alex Albon is there to rescue. The whole thing starts with a simple question of what does Y/N contributes to the team to which Albon answers that Y/N is the social media manager. The interviewer made the mistake of commenting how anyone could do that job. This statement seems to anger the rookie as he defends her by listing down her educational achievements and how her role is important to the team. Albon refused to answer any question with that reporter and Christian Horner has placed an indefinite ban for his drivers to speak with the reporter.

LittleMissY/N when he defends you:

PierreGasly i would have hit that reporter's face if i was there

LittleMissY/N awww pierre, i knew you always had a soft spot for me. PierreGasly only we (max, seb, danny, and me) can make fun of you MaxVerstappen33 facts! LittleMissY/N good to know

User4 red bull boys lining up to protect their princess

User5 i swear, aren't they together yet???

GeorgeRussell63 when did i consent being posted as a meme???

LittleMissY/N since you became my new bestieeeee GeorgeRussell63 i also don't recall consenting to that LittleMissY/N its only a matter of time before you accept it.

LittleMissY/N gonna miss you so much pierreeeeeee anw time to transfer to red bull

User4 not the black and white photo

User5 its so weird to swap teammates in the middle of the season

PierreGasly dumbass.

LittleMissY/N I'll continue cheering you on always PierreGasly aren't you the sweetest? LittleMissY/N this is available for a limited time only

Alex_Albon thanks for the welcome again to RB maxverstappen33 LittleMissY/N

PierreGasly hey i gave you my seat, a little thank u would be great Alex_Albon thank you Pierre LittleMissY/N stop fighting alex, he is so kind PierreGasly oh c'mon!!!! MaxVerstappen33 mate, Y/N will always drop us for Alex. Dont forget that LittleMissY/N smartest person as ever Max

Alex_Albon the car is feeling really good for my first race in Red Bull. Good race from p14 to p5!

LittleMissY/N PROUD OF YOU ALEX!!! THAT WAS AN AMAZING DRIVE

User1 i swear Y/N you have notifs on for alex Alex_Albon thank you Y/N!!!

User3 Alex really deserves to be moved up with that RB seat

User4 RB proving themselves to be a big challenge to Mercedes this year

User5 sucks that max dnf this race, just imagine the next race where they can be stronger!!!!

LittleMissY/N i hate corona so much but im facetiming my bestfriend Alex and life seems a little bit better. Stay safe everyone

PierreGasly my beSTfrIend Alex

LittleMissY/N go to hell Pierre PierreGasly lolololollllll whippedt culture

User5 im pretty sure you miss the races as much as we do

LittleMissY/N for real but we have to make sure that its safe to race again

User5 queen Y/N!

User8 i love their little livestream on twitch every now and then. Its the best thing to pass time

User10 love you queen Y/N

LittleMissY/N BACK TO RACING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

Alex_Albon quite excited to support us again?

LittleMissY/N of course, im red bull's biggest fan! MaxVerstappen33 red bull fan or alex albon fan? LittleMissY/N its good for you to know your place luv

User7 ITS RACE WEEKEND!!!

User8 look at them wearing masks, you should all do that too

User9 i cant tell you how much i missed races

F1Fans ICYMI, Checo Perez is getting that second Red Bull seat in 2021.

User1 wow checo??? congrats man!

User2 what about alex???

User3 im pretty sure a certain Horner is not happy with the decision User4 Im actually waiting for her reaction

LittleMissY/N AND THIS IS HOW I WILL FIND OUT????

LittleMissY/N you broke this family apart ChristianHorner LittleMissY/N BUT WHY???? User7 Y/N is just like us for real

User8 good riddance for albon, max needs a better teammate

User10 the only reason why albon has this seat is because Y/N Horner likes him a lot. LittleMissY/N everything that alex does is based on his pure talent. My dad won't even let me into meetings that's why im just as surprised as everyone regarding this decision. and fyi im gonna send this to my lawyers. User9 don't play with Y/N when it comes to alex.

LittleMissY/N Grill the grid episode, the one where I made them cook for my birthday

ChristianHorner happy birthday dear

User1 happy birthday to our queen, i hope lando made something edible for you!

User3 look at Y/N's birthday full of red bull current, former, and reserve drivers

PierreGasly sorry I couldn't make it but happy birthday to my soul sister

MaxVerstappen1 hoping for more birthdays for you Y/N

Schecoperez happy birthday hermana!

CarlosSainz55 Happy birthday little miss Y/N

Alex_Albon Happy birthday Y/N, hope you like your birthday!

LittleMissY/N thanks alex <3 User4 everyone been commenting on her post but she only responded to alex User9 girlie u r so whipped!!!

GeorgeRussell63 I wish you can get a seat next year mate

User5 i know, i think alex is wasting his potential being red bull's reserve driver

User7 right?? checo's chemistry with max is really good and i dont think christian will sacrifice that User8 i just want a decent team for alex

LittleMissY/N Are you cooking something georgie?

GeorgeRussell63 that depends, are you helping? LittleMissY/N for our common friend, absolutely User9 now what does this mean???? User10 anyone wanna tell me what's george and y/n conspiring together???

F1Fans No news about Albon's contract in 2022 and today we have seen Albon talking with Christian. It doesn't seem like its about contract renewal.

User2 anyone wanna bet that Christian is talking to Alex about Y/N

User3 what is going on, where will Alex be in 2022

User4 if alex switches teams then would Y/N switch too?

User5 i mean she already did it with toro rosso and red bull User6 but this is like the same group. What if Albon goes to Mercedes or McLaren, would Y/N join there too?? User7 blood is thicker than water everyone User5 i dont think yall understand how much of a simp Y/N is that she can go anywhere Alex goes.

User9 i just want alex to be in an f1 seat in 2022.

LittleMissY/N new hair, new color!

MaxVerstappen1 booooooooo!!! navy blue supremacy

LittleMissY/N i won't be taking any fashion advice from the man who literally wears only Red Bull merch. MaxVerstappen1 hey once upon a time you were always wearing our team merch especially when its no. 23 LittleMissY/N have fun crashing in the next race.

WilliamsRacing we like the color! Suits you!

User1 what is going onnnnn User2 i think alex is transferring to williams RedBullRacing im watching you

RedBullRacing we miss you queen!

LittleMissY/N aww, miss you!

WilliamsRacing Albon joins Williams for 2022! He will be partnering up with Nicholas Latifi, who retains his seat.

LittleMissY/N LETS GO!!!!!! FINALLY, ALBON BACK IN AN F1 SEAT

User1 Trying to beat Y/N in commenting and liking first, failed.

User3 so this is what george and Y/N is cooking.

User8 goodluck to alex!!!

User7 hoping that this time around, he can stick around for the long run.

Alex_Albon seas the day

User1 OMG BOYFRIEND ALEX????

User3 i think my bestie Y/N is crying somewhere rn

User4 i didn't expect alex has a girlfriend

User5 alex?? what are you doing?? this isn't Y/N

User7 have fun at your vacation alex!!!1

MaxVerstappen1 mate, who is she??

PierreGasly you should have warned us you were softlaunching someone

CarlosSainz55 congrats with the relationship bro!

Alex_Albon exploring the city with her.

User5 she takes so good photos of alex!

User7 queen Y/N its been 36 days since you last commented

User8 i fear girlie is heartbroken User9 i hope Y/N is okay

User10 alex and his girl are so perfect together

MaxVerstappen1 who is she alex??? cmon answer your phone

PierreGasly I swear were not sent by Christian to ask about this new girl of yours

WilliamsRacing pretty girl for a pretty boy!

Alex_Albon indeed <3

LittleMissY/N unbothered queen, so sorry for stabbing you GirlInRed

GirlInRed it hurts kind of little but anything for your therapy

User4 not Y/N fake stabbing someone because of Alex's girl

User6 this is so funny, Y/N

User8 so beautiful! you deserve better

MaxVerstappen1 well you know violence isn't always the answer.

LittleMissY/N oh really coming from you? MaxVerstappen1 cmon, I'll pick you up. Tell me where you are and lets talk LittleMissY/N i don't need to talk, im happy where i am

PierreGasly are you sure you're okay?

LittleMissY/N I have answered you a hundred times, im fine!!!!! PierreGasly Im still getting you ice cream LittleMissY/N awww pierre, you didn't have to

Alex_Albon merry christmas everybody!

MaxVerstappen1 hold up, did i miss a chapter or something???

PierreGasly is this a joke or something???

User4 I thought you have a girlfriend???

User7 all along its Y/N??? IT WAS Y/N ALL ALONG?

User9 lucky lucky lucky

GeorgeRussell63 FINALLY! I have been laughing so much with all the conspiracy online

MaxVerstappen1 you knew and you never even told us??? LandoNorris mate why didn't you even tell me? I thought we are 2019 rookies trio Alex_Albon sorry mates, i just have to keep this a secret a little longer

WilliamsRacing what a happy couple, so can we post your photos now?

RedBullRacing she is still our girl WilliamsRacing i think you should ask her about that

LittleMissY/N thankful for almost a year and a half with you

User4 what??? A YEAR AND A HALF???

User7 this is probably going on ever since Alex has moved to Williams

User8 my romeo and juliet!

ChristianHorner why am i not informed that it has been this long?

LittleMissY/N but daddy i love him :< ChristianHorner no. LittleMissY/N but what if im carrying his baby? ChristianHorner jesus christ, tell me you are kidding. LittleMissY/N i am but see it could be worse. i mean we just hid our relationship and not an entire family. ChristianHorner fine. invite him over and lets talk LittleMissY/N yay!!!

MaxVerstappen1 who knew you could keep a secret for that long???

PierreGasly Im more surprised that she was able to bag alex, are you sure you are perfectly sane Alex_Albon? Alex_Albon well I really really love her LittleMissY/N alex :< you used the love word Alex_Albon i mean you should have been used to it when you hear it everyday from when you wake up and before you fall asleep MaxVerstappen1 YOU TWO MAKE ME SICKKKKKK!!!!! NOT IN MY COMMENT SECTION

User10 folks i think we should apply to Y/N's school of being down bad and manifesting their dream partner

User15 what a lovely couple they are, goals!!!

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Teenage Dirtbag 5

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Warnings- asshole H, angst, Y/N putting him in his place as usual

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Harry knew he should be a bit more cautious when it came to Y/N but… god, how could he not try and push the envelope if it meant her maybe giving into it again?

The reality of it was that Y/N, a girl who hated his guys most likely, had been the best fuck he’d ever had. She had blown his mind in the literal and metaphorical sense, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fate had a funny way of working, sure, but he couldn’t be too mad considering he knew their chemistry was too good to push away completely.

H: what do ya want from the cafe, baby doll?

Y/N: nothing that you’ve touched.

Harry smirked at his phone. So predictable, already back with the snarky responses. It worked him up a bit, thinking about how this snarky girl had pleaded for more, kissed him sloppily as his balls smacked against her ass and dragged her nails down his scalp. Such a sweet thing for him that night had gone right to being sour as soon as she left.

H: ok, so you want me to lick your cake pop. Got it.

H: it isn’t like we haven’t shared saliva before ;)

Y/N: yeah, lick on it and then choke . Let me know how that goes so I can cancel our session this afternoon.

The hope was to bring the sessions here one day. As much as Y/N had disdain towards him, the sparks had flown during sex. She had loved it just as much as he did- he’ll, during their last round she had pushed him on the bed and rode his cock until he was sensitive, her nail marks left on his chest for days.

H: I’ve got something else you can choke on, baby

Y/N: I will quite literally not show up today, your grades be damned.

His lips puffed in a pout. He was pushing it, but it was so fun to rile her up. Eventually, he hoped she would give in and like him. See the fun parts of him like other people did- but for now, he would play this game. Cat and mouse… though he wasn’t quite sure which one he was.

H: fineeee. I’ll be good.

For now.

Y/N: please do. It was a mistake and we don’t need to keep bringing it up.

It was a mistake he very much wanted to repeat, over and over again.

H: yes, maam. I’ll see you at 2 🫡

Y/N: don’t be late, I’m serious. I have something afterwards and I can’t be late

H: oooo, a hot date?

Y/N: yes, actually. So don’t fuck this up or you aren’t getting your full hour.

His smirk quickly fell.

She was going on a date? With fucking who?

That wasn’t in his plans. For some reason, guiltily, he hadn’t anticipated the idea of someone else making a move on the girl he wanted to fuck. Let alone her accepting. She seemed like such an ice queen with him that it led him to forget just how sweet she was to literally everyone else.

It was slightly infuriating, how everyone had nothing but good things to say about her. She was nice and she helped out this person when they moved, she helped plan this persons birthday party, she spotted this person 5 when they went to get coffee… there was no denying everyone else got the sweet parts while all the sourness was reserved for him.

And yet, he still pushed her. Still played this game and taunted her because how the fuck else was he supposed to get her attention? He was going to have to kick it up a notch.

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“Who’s the date with?” He asked in the middle of their session, ignoring the paper in front of him as he looked at her. She was way more dressed up than he’d seen her at a tutoring meet before, a little skirt that brushed her thighs and a little button up tucked into it giving it a sweet but sexy combination that made him a little twitchy.

In all honesty it had been hard to focus since he seen her today. All he could think about was how those pretty lips had been bitten and swollen from his kisses, how they’d curled around his name so fucking sweetly that it had his cock stirring at the memory. Her perfume was seemingly freshly applied and it was interfering with his brain chemistry or something, because all he wanted to do was throw the books to the side and pull her up to straddle his lap.

He imagined her hands knocking off his SnapBack, tangling in his hair as she rode his cock right in the secluded part of the library. His hands under her skirt and gripping her plush ass yet again, unbuttoning that little shirt and leaving more marks on her skin.

Marks he caught a glimpse of as she suddenly looked up at him.

“His name is Derek.” She cleared her throat. “He asked me out on Monday so I decided to say yes. He’s really nice.” For some reason she looked embarrassed by the information she had divulged, like she hadn’t meant to say all of that.

That sneaky little minx.

“Uh huh…” he let his eyes linger on the bruising that was fading but not quite covered by the collar of her shirt. “And what is Derek going to think of this pretty little thing?”

It was gentle, his knuckle lightly brushing over the mark he remembered sucking during the first round. He knew he had caused some nice little lovebites but that one was still healing, so it was probably a dark one. Fuck, it probably looked hot as fuck when it was first developing. “Suits you, y’know. My marks on your skin. I could put some more there, If you want.”

He was pushing it and he knew it, getting closer to her as his nose brushed her cheek. She wasn’t pushing him away, so he counted that as a good sign. “I could take you back to my place and I could give you quite a few more. A refresher course because… I highly doubt this guy is gonna be able to make you squirt all over his dick. Which you did with me, twice.” He hummed, letting his fingers fall a bit deeper down the collar of her shirt. “I don’t think he’s going to give you what you need, princess. We already did it once and so we’ll… it would just make sense to do it again. I think we have gotten well enough acquainted that I could do the job.”

He hadn’t seen the cold drink coming. Poured all over his lap and seeping through his shorts, he yelped as the icy liquid hit his skin. “Oi! What the fuck?”

“I told you, last time was a one and done for this particular reason, Styles.” She snarled, grabbing her books and hurrying to shove them into her bag. “Because you’d be a fucking pig and see me as a sex object instead of a human being. I’m not some fucking challenge, I’m a girl with feelings and I- I told you, I wasn’t doing it again and it meant it!”

“Babe- no, I wasn’t suggesting that at all. I’d never say that shit.” He tried to fight, unsure how it had gone south so fast. Apparently, he was shit at reading her cues. Worse than he originally thought.

“You don’t have to say it. You suggest it. You don’t respect what I say. This is why I was never going to go and do anything with you. Who gives a fuck how hot you are if you’re an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t get his head out of his own ass to see exactly why people don’t like you.” Slinging her bag across her shoulder, she scowled at him. “This isn’t going to work. I’ll find you another tutor. I can deal with your stupid flirting, but throwing what we did in my face? Absolutely the fuck not.”

Harry didn’t have a chance to defend himself, feeling incredibly confused as she ran off. Any call of her name went ignored, the librarian hushing him as he made his way out of the doors but it was too late. She was god knows where.

Who knew those legs could run so fast?

He was a little pissed that she was assuming he thought of her as some sort of object. He didn’t mean to make her feel any sort of way about it all, not thinking he was throwing it in her face, but apparently she thought so.

H: Y/N can you please come back???

H: I didn’t mean to upset you

H: I know I can be a dick and that’s part of our thing but I never thought of you as a sex object and I never would

H: I didn’t think I was throwing it in your face

H: can you answer me please????

H: I don’t want a new tutor, I want you :(

H: y/n, cmon

H: alright, I’ll try again tomorrow. But we need to talk. Please.

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cstlez · 2 days

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T. KAULITZ X READER

warnings! : fluff, slight angst, implied smut, explicit language, kissing, use of y/n

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God, he's a wretched mess.

I watched as he slammed the boy's bags, absolutely demolishing everything backstage. For a moment I wanted to laugh, as he looked at me like I had flipped over all the chairs and tables.

I continued to flip through my magazine, watching as he heaved and pulled at his collar, trying to find some space to loosen up his temper, and let it go.

“Good god man. What is wrong with you today?”

He completely ignored me, I watched Bill look behind the curtains, holding his hands up in some sort of prayer, I furrowed a brow, Bill puffed up his cheeks and mouthed, “Rejected.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, But I nodded, Bill sent me a nice sweet smile before walking off to probably go talk to the rest.

Bill knew especially, how much it meant to Tom that they get accepted by some new agency, the one they were currently working for treated them like absolute garbage. So being rejected by what is now the 3rd agency made Tom boil.

“Tom.”

“Don't fucking talk to me right now.”

I scoffed, licking my lips only slightly, I drank from my cola, ignoring the burn my ego had undergone by his anger.

I watched as he paced back and forth, sweat collecting on his neck and forehead.

“I know you're frustrated, but this isn't going to get you anywhere honey.”

“I'm not your bitch y/n.”

I laughed gently, shaking my head, is this really what he's pulling right now? Yes, he has every right to be mad, angry too, but darling throwing a fit every time will only make you more anxious.

“Am I calling you my bitch Tom? No. Sit down, you're making me anxious by pacing like that.”

He took a deep breath, he smiled sarcastically and flipped me off, walking into one of the dressing rooms, I groaned in frustration but picked up my body off the couch and walked out behind the curtains to hopefully find any of the other guys.

My heart glared at me, racing at the fact that he was dealing with his frustration all alone. I wanted to help, but he made it impossible. Its hard to believe he's reckless. Sometimes he just looks like any other boy, but not like any other boy I've met, like a boy. Sometimes his jaw is so relaxed that he stops looking less intimidating, deep down I knew that whatever it was, whatever care I held, was ridiculous.

Just a stupid pubescent fantasy, a boy in a band, and a girl.

“n/n! Is he okay?”

Bill's voice echoed behind me, I signed, I turned to face him, being met with a playful poke from Georg and Gustav.

“Uh. I don't think he's okay, he stormed off.”

Georg raised a brow, He pushed his hair away from his face, yawning into his palm.

“Go talk to him maybe? Dumbass.” Georg made me smile slightly, I don't know what he meant by that but I think part of my soul understood.

“You do know he'll only ever talk to you when he's like this right? He won't even talk to Bill, So go talk to him before he starts breaking our equipment.”

Gustav's voice echoed to my left, I sighed, but I nodded. I walked backstage yet again, I knocked at the first locked door I could find.

I knocked a few times, no response, I scoffed, rubbing the nape of my neck.

“Quit ignoring me Tom, Let's talk. Talk to me, stop locking yourself up, this cacoon phase you're undergoing is stressing everyone out. Including me.”

I heard slight rummaging on the other side, But no words were spoken at all. I groaned in frustration, knocking at the door yet again.

Nothing.

I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around me to somehow shield me from the sudden breeze of cool air hitting me.

Tom opened the door just slightly, I crouched to try and peak into the crack, Tom sat there, slumped onto the ground, He played with his lip ring, his hands folded over each other.

I opened the door completely, walking in, I sighed, he didn't even look at me.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, kneeling to his level, I stupidly reached for his index finger in an attempt to possibly ease his anger just a little.

He looked at me through his eyelashes, latching his finger onto my braided bracelet, and for the first time today he cracked a genuine smile.

“Tom,”

“Yeah, What?”

“What happened?”

He sighed, bringing his right hand to cup the back of my left thigh, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, looking anywhere but in his direction.

“Some stupid agent, he said we didn't qualify. Like— Bill has gotten a lot better, and so have I, and Georg, and Gustav has some great ideas, and still, no one will take us.”

I listened intently, ignoring the burn in my chest. He sighed, looking behind me.

“Tom there will be a hundred more chances, cut yourself some slack okay?

He slowly nodded, cupping my waist with both his hands, he slowly pulled me towards him, wrapping himself around me, His face buried into the crook of my neck, his scent scattering all over me.

He planted a kiss on my collarbone, flushing my entire body. I dryly swallowed, ignoring the close proximity.

“I'm sorry, for being so rude, I'm just so stressed.”

I wanted to melt away in his arms, my knees hurt, and felt wobbly from kneeling on them for so long, he pulled me closer, the nearer I was, the more nervous I grew, he pulled away looking me in the eyes as he slowly pulled me onto his lap, an instant relief for my legs, but an instant chill for the rest of me.

“What are you doing?”

He didn't speak, instead, he reached a hand under my shirt, looking me directly in the eye, he leaned in, and planted a kiss on my cheek, I took a deep breath, and before I could even react he had placed his lips against mine.

He was gentle, the kiss so soft and genuine it could make me cry, he pulled away for a moment, but before I could react he kissed me again, this time it was deeper, his lips molding against mine.

Every decimal in my body reacted to him, easing into him and his arms even more, he unclasped my bra, feeling my back as he kissed me even rougher, he pulled away for a second, but he rushed back in, licking my bottom lip slightly.

“Fuck I'm sorry.”

His mumble against my lips only made me ignite even more, the desperation in his kiss and voice turned on something in me that no other guy had ever done, his left hand reached over to cup my tit, fiddling with my nipple in between his fingers.

I let out a quiet whimper, his nails digging into my hips, he kissed me with even more hunger, My hand reached to cup his, my body shaking with hunger.

He pulled away from my lips once again, his eyes looking seductively into mine, he continued to look into them, reaching to the button on my jeans, he quickly undid them, sliding two fingers into them, he felt my panties, smiling teasingly at the mess he had made me.

He fiddled with the damp cloth for a moment, watching my mouth shut tightly in despair, he made me hungrier in ways I hadn't felt before. He could somehow satisfy every part of my being by simply existing and now that he was touching me all I could do was try not to be desperate.

But how the hell was I supposed to deny that?

He finally slipped a finger into me, instantly making me squirm, I gripped his shoulder, feeling as his singular finger curled in me,

I gasped as I felt another, my hands scrunched up his shirt, he pushed his fingers in and out, pinching my clit and touching me with such knowledge and interest that it drove me crazy, my eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, I gasped and haved in satisfaction, leaning over to bite into his tender flesh to hide the orgasm that had overcome me in second.

“Feel good?”

I swallowed dryly, nodding into his shoulder, my hand reached to grip his shirt even tighter. I planted a kiss on his cheek, squirming at the feeling of his fingers teasing my insides, his quiet grin reminding me of exactly why I was attracted to him in the first place.

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The Fated Apple: Part Three

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: You have questions. Loki has feelings. You have questions about Loki’s feelings…

A/N: I am overwhelmed by everyone’s responses. Thank you again for reading, I’m having so much fun with this one. Part four was almost done but then I did some editing and rewrites to part three and it changed a few things. I’m hoping by tonight or tomorrow I will also have part four ready to go. Thank you all again! Enjoy your💚

Part One

Part Two

The following morning you go to breakfast in the main hall. You see Jane already sitting with the royal family and see and empty chair next to her. Once she sees you she waves you down.

“Y/n! Come sit!”, Jane says happily.

You smile and walk up to the empty chair. Before you sit you politely greet everyone at the table. Loki just gives you a slight nod. It’s almost like he’s refusing to look you in the eye.

“What are your plans today y/n? Thor is taking me to the observatory so Heimdall can show me a few constellations I have not seen yet.”

“I’m actually meeting a friend.”

She looks at you suspiciously, “a friend, who?”

You nod as you start filling your plate, “I met a wonderful lady yesterday. She taught me how to paint some flowers.”

Jane’s eyebrows raise, “you?…you painted something?”

You roll your eyes, “I didn’t say it was a great painting. But it was peaceful and she was very nice and easy to talk to. I enjoyed my time with her very much.”

Unbeknownst to you, Loki was smiling into his goblet. He places it down after taking a long sip. “And what is this mystery lady teaching you today?”

You look over to Loki to respond but again he is not actually looking at you, “umm…I’m not sure actually. Maybe some more painting, I really had a great time yesterday.”

Loki takes note, nods and moves on with eating his meal.

“I’m glad you’re keeping busy. If you want to come with Thor and I to the observatory you’re more than welcome.”, Jane offers.

Once again, Loki listens closely but does not look toward you having your conversation with Jane. He doesn’t move his gaze off the plate in front of him.

You notice his body language and can’t help but feel he is purposefully trying to avoid your gaze. “Thanks but I’m looking forward to meeting up with Ana.”

Jane smiles.

So does Loki.

Frigga being Frigga is watching her son like a hawk. She has seen his every reaction to your conversation with Jane and knowing her son he is definitely up to something.

When you’re done with your breakfast you leave to make your way to meet Ana. When you get there you see her standing in the middle of the empty room.

Loki, disguised as Ana greets you, “hello y/n. How are you today?”

You smile at Ana, “I’m great thank you. How are you?”

Ana smiles, “I’m well. What would you like to do today?”

“I would like to paint again if you wouldn’t mind. I had such a great time yesterday.”

“Of course, anything in particular you would like to paint?”

You shake your head, you honestly had no idea. You never bothered painting at home so you never really thought about it.

Ana smiles brightly, “how about….Yddrasil?”

“Yddrasil, the world tree?”

“Yes. The great tree of life.”, she confirms.

“I’ve read about it, it’s the connection between all of the realms…Asgard…Midgard…Vanaheim…Jotunheim…Nilfheim…Muspelheim…Helheim and…umm…dang what was that last one? Don’t tell me! Don’t tell me!”

Loki is amused by your attempt to recall a history you had only learned of because of your visits to Asgard. He found it endearing that you would try to learn the history, you were under no obligation to but you clearly enjoyed learning new things. Something that you and Loki have in common.

“Sva….Svar…Svartalfheim!”

Ana giggles, “well done!”

Loki couldn’t help but feel a little pride, he was proud…of you.

You nod, “thank you my lady! So how do we paint this amazing tree?”

Ana smiles at you, “I’ll show you.”

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

“Well? What do you think?”, you show Ana your attempt. It looked kind of like a tree. Definitely nothing like Yddrasil though.

Loki is trying his hardest not to laugh. He’s afraid if he starts he won’t be able to stop and it will break his illusion of Ana. So he collects himself and responds.

“It’s…definitely a tree…”

“It’s awful.”, you say with a bark of laughter.

“It’s not awful…it’s just not…”

“Oh come on! It looks like a child painted this.”

“Don’t insult children. It’s unbecoming of a future princess.”, Ana says jokingly.

You respond with a bark of laughter. “Yea sure a princess. I doubt that.”

“Why such doubt? The Norns have deemed your union so yes?”

You nod, “yes but…how can I spend eternity with someone I don’t even know.”

“Well. What do you wish to know about him?”

You take a second and think about her question and the answer is simple, “everything. I want to know what he likes to eat, what he likes to do during his spare time. What type of books he likes to read. I already know his favorite color, the man wears it enough.”

Loki almost lost himself to start defending his choice of color for his clothing but he caught himself before he can give himself away.

“I’m a sure you can learn all of those things by simply asking him yes?”

“Sure, if he would actually talk to me. I almost died of shock when he asked me about what I was going to be doing with you today. Keep in mind he won’t even look at me while he’s talking to me so..”

“Do you want him to talk more to you?”

You take a moment to answer and Loki isn’t sure why he’s nervous to hear what your answer is.

“I think so. I mean, from what everyone keeps telling me there’s no getting out of this so I might as well try right?”

Loki takes a deep breath, getting ready to be vulnerable for the first time in a very long time.

Ana takes your hand, “as long as I have been here Prince Loki has kept to himself. Usually skulking somewhere in the palace getting into mischief. But always alone. Whenever I would see him with his brother, Sif and the Warriors Three he always looked like he was looking for a way to escape. Usually to go find a book in the library or perhaps learn a new spell from the Queen. Besides her, I truly don’t believe he has had anyone in his life that understands him.”

“That’s so sad.”

Loki needs to reign in his emotions or you’re certainly going to figure out Ana is not who she says she is.

“Yes. That is really all I know about the prince and all of it I learned from afar.”

You nod, “Jane says I should try. Maybe he just hasn’t had anyone in his life that has actually tried for him.”

Loki looks deep into your eyes, “no. No I don’t believe anyone truly has.”

You and Ana lock eyes, the green in her eyes and the emotion behind them holding your gaze hostage. Why would someone who has never met Loki have such a strong emotion about him?

You got so lost in thought you don’t notice Frigga walking through the door.

“Here you are Lady y/n.”

You and Ana rise and both curtsy to the queen.

“And this is your friend, Ana? Is that right?”

Your brow furrows in confusion, “yes. I thought you two would have met since Ana uses this place so often.”

Frigga looks over at Ana again, “of course! Forgive me Lady Ana! There is so much going on lately I can’t keep my head on straight.”

Loki knew he was caught in that moment.

Fuck.

“It’s lovely to see you again your majesty.”

“Yes it is.” Frigga turns her attention back to you. “Lady y/n, I have the royal seamstress waiting for you in your chambers. I hope you are planning on extending your visit under the circumstances.”

Your eyes widen, “I hadn’t thought of that actually. I’ll have to figure out how to tell my job I’m not going to be back for a little while longer.”

“I believe Heimdall can help you with that. I will send word to him and he will let you know what he can arrange.”

You smile, “thank you my Queen.”

“Call me Frigga my dear. Now I hate to cut your visit short but Lady Tayla is waiting for you.”

“It’s ok I’m sure Ana is done being tortured by my art work for one day.”

Ana smiles at you, “we’ll practice more tomorrow.”

You nod and head out the door.

Loki, still in his illusion tries to make a swift exit himself. “Well your majesty, I must be off as well. It was an honor to see you again.”

Before he can step foot out the door, “a moment….Lady Ana….”

Shit.

Loki turns around, “yes, your majesty?”

Frigga walks closer, using her seidr to close the door and force Loki’s illusion to drop.

She looks at him with a disappointed stare, “Loki..explain yourself.”

“I truly did not mean to trick her mother. She stumbled across this room while I was getting ready to paint in peace. I had already cast the illusion so when someone came looking for me they wouldn’t know it was me.”

“Why didn’t you tell her the truth then? Why drag this out? To embarrass her?”

“No mother, I promise you that was not my intention.”

“Then what is you intention?”

“To get to know her. The real her.”

“You could’ve gotten to know her as yourself my son.”

He closes his eyes, “I know…I just…I was..”

“You were what?”

“I was afraid she wouldn’t want to get to know me. Yesterday when she walked in, I had a true conversation with her…I watched her learn and have fun while doing so…saw her smile. Mother it made me feel things I have told myself countless times I would never feel. And today? Today was…. wonderful.”

Frigga looks at Loki sadly.

“My son. You cannot continue this lie. I cannot allow you to deceive her so. You must tell her the truth. Tell her the way you told me, surely she will understand.”

“She will be angry with me for taking away her friend. Angry with me for deceiving her.”

“She might be angry at first yes but my son you cannot build the foundation of your relationship with a lie. She deserves better.”

Loki nods, “you’re right mother. I will tell her. Tomorrow when she comes here to meet with Ana.”

“Alright.” She pulls Loki into her arms for a tight hug. “I love you Loki.”

“I love you too mother.”

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

Lady Tayla showed you a few designs she had in mind for gowns. You told her that you were only planning on staying for about 2 weeks. Even if you decide to try and work something out with Loki you still have responsibilities back on Earth.

For tonight’s feast Lady Tayla put you in a gown that was light and flowy. A pretty yellow this time with matching hair adornments and your makeup was done subtlety. Just the way you like it.

Jane walks into your room going on and on about what Heimdall showed her. You were happy your sister wasn’t so depressed about her relationship ending with Thor that she couldn’t enjoy the rest of her time here.

“Have you talked to Loki at all today?”, Jane asks you.

“Just this morning at breakfast.”

“Maybe he’ll talk to you tonight.”

“Or maybe he'll ignore me like he usually does.” You take a deep breath, “I don’t know Jane. I talked to Ana today and she made it seem like Loki is lonely, but from what I can tell it’s self inflicted.”

Jane nods, “well he is very different from Thor and everyone else. Maybe he just hasn’t found anyone he can truly connect with.”

“That’s what I was saying to Ana. Maybe I should..I don’t know…try just being his friend first and then…see where it goes?”

“Baby steps sis. There’s no need to rush things when realistically you have like 5,000 years.”

You nod knowing she’s right.

You both walk arm in arm to the feast hall where it is already loud from chatter and music. You and Jane spot Thor and Sif sitting with the Warriors Three.

“Hello everyone!”, Jane greets. You wave at the group.

“Ah Lady Jane, Lady y/n! Please, join us!”, Fandral requests boisterously.

You sit down next to Fandral while Jane sits next to Sif.

“So, Lady y/n. Tell us. How are things going with our gloomy second prince?”, Fandral asks clearly drunk.

“Um. Nothing new to report honestly. We haven’t spoken much since the ritual.”

“Ah yes, he does keep to himself doesn’t he? I am truly sorry the Norns chose someone so surly for you.”

“I don’t know if I would call Loki surly.”, your feeling of needing to defend Loki growing since your conversation with Ana.

“Oh? And how would you describe him then?”, Fandral asks.

You take a moment to think before you answer, “I’m not sure honestly, I don’t know him that well. A loner maybe?”

“A loner?”, Fandral asks confused.

“Yes, a person that prefers their own company.”, you explain.

“Yes, well that does sound like Loki. I on the other hand love company. Would you like to accompany me for a walk my lady?”, Fandral asks you.

“Um. Yea sure.”, he offers you his hand to help you stand and you both make your way to one of the balcony’s.

Loki sees you from afar and feels the hot feeling of jealousy rip through his body. He decides to follow you both outside, covering himself in an illusion obviously.

You lean against the banister when you and Fandral get outside. You’re taken aback by how beautiful the garden is at night you almost forget someone was there with you.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Fandral asks.

You nod, “it really is.”

“Tell me my lady. What is it you plan on doing with your situation?”

“Well..I’m probably going to try and get to know Loki a little bit better before I make my decision.”

“Yes of course. I must say my lady you are…stunning.”

You step slightly away from Fandral, “thank you, that’s very kind.”

“You are most welcome. I doubt Loki will say such things to you.”

“I beg your pardon?”, feeling the irritation with this man rise and rise.

“I only mean that Loki does not say kind things to anyone. Well, maybe Frigga but honestly I have never seen or heard him pay a kind word to anyone else. You deserve someone who will treat you with care and kindness.”

Upon hearing Fandral, Loki decided he didn’t want to stay to hear the rest. He didn’t need to hear you say you knew how little affection he would show you as his wife. What a failure he would be. So before he could hear those words fall from your mouth he left.

“Fandral, I appreciate your concern and your advice but I think I’ll decide for myself what kind of person Loki is.”

“Then I wish you good luck my lady. You’re going to need it.” Fandral walks back into the feast, so drunk he can barely walk in a straight line.

“You know as drunk as he is. He’s right.”

You look over and see an older man staring out into the garden.

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

“I am Lord Alarian. One of the Allfather’s high councilmen.”

“Well Lord Alarian, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but I prefer to learn what type of person Loki is myself and to be honest I’m getting really sick of people trying to convince me he’s a bad one.”

You turn to leave but the councilman is quick to grab your wrist, “you know as well as I do this union is a mistake.”

You rip your arm from his grip, “I thought the Norns didn’t make mistakes.”

“Oh they make plenty of them. One of the biggest was bringing that boy into this world. Even with all of his flaws another realm was willing to give one of their daughters to him as a match. To make Asgard stronger. And then this damned ritual ruined it all.”

“Well I’m sorry I ruined your plans for world domination. Now if you don’t mind, I believe my sister and Prince Thor are expecting me.”

You don’t give the creep the opportunity to approach you again. You make a mad dash for your seat next to Jane but Loki stops you in your tracks.

“Had enough male suitors for the evening my lady?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh you are excused indeed, it would be a terrible shame if I kept you from all of your admirers.”

“Spying on me were you?”, you ask. You grab your wrist, feeling a bit of discomfort from where the councilman grabbed you.

“Not spying…just…observing..”, Loki sees you grab at your wrist. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Loki. It’s not like you care for my wellbeing anyway.”, you immediately feel guilty after you said it. Here you are telling everyone that asks about your feelings towards Loki you want to give him a chance and get to know him but one of the few times you interact with him you say horrible things.

“I care if someone has hurt you, let me see.” He doesn’t give you the opportunity to deny him, he takes your hand in his and inspects your wrist.

It’s starting to swell slightly and you can already see the beginning of a bruise forming.

“Who did this? Was in Fandral? I’ll gut him like the pig he is.”

Loki turns to go and find Fandral but you stop him, “Fandral didn’t do this Loki. Don’t worry about it it’s fine.”

“It is not fine.”

“I just need to ice it. It will be better by morning.”

Loki looks down at you, your hand still in his. “Come.”

He gently pulls on your arm so you can walk with him out of the feast hall. He then leads you to a place you have never been before since your started visiting Asgard. His rooms.

He opens the doors and it is as grand as you thought it would be. Green and gold everywhere of course.

He takes you over to the massive sitting area and walks you over to his enormous couch. You sit down and he sits down next to you, your wrist still in his hand.

“Loki really I’m fine, all I need is some ice.”

You suddenly feel a cold sensation on your wrist. When you look down at it you see Loki’s hand has turned a beautiful shade of blue.

“Does that feel better?”, he asks softly.

You nod, “a little yea. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He suddenly stands and walks over to a different room. When he comes back he has a small vial in his hand.

He sits next to you again and motions for you to give your hand back to him. He opens the vial and pours a drop of its contents on your wrist. He rubs it in gently, his hand turning blue again.

“That will help with the bruising. The cold will help with most of the pain and swelling, I cannot imagine you want me to hold on to your hand longer than what I already have.”, his skin starts to change and he releases your hand as soon as the icy blue was completely gone.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did. The Goddess Idunn said it herself, you are mine to protect and care for. No matter what any of us feel about our situation, nothing will change that.”

You stare into each others eyes for a moment until Loki breaks the connection.

“Well, I imagine you want to get back to the feast. Your wrist should be completely healed by tomorrow morning, just in time for your painting lessons.”, he smiles. A genuine, adorably shy smile.

He knows he should come clean now but he is enjoying this moment of closeness with you. He doesn’t want to ruin it.

“I think I’ve plateaued when it comes to my artistic abilities.”, you laugh thinking about your time earlier with Ana.

Loki pats your knee, “don’t be too hard on yourself.”

You look at him again and you can’t help but stare in his eyes. They are so…green…they look so…familiar. Then it hits you…Ana has the same color eyes..

“What are your plans tomorrow?”, you ask him suddenly.

“Umm. Nothing of importance. A council meeting in the morning and then I will be available for the rest of the day.”

“You should come by Ana’s workshop after your meeting!”, you say excitedly. If your suspicions were correct, Ana and Loki being in the same room might clear up some things.

Loki feels sudden panic. He could always cast a double of himself but that type magic was incredibly draining. It seems like you were not going to take no for an answer and to be honest he wasn’t sure he even wanted to deny you. You looked so excited about the prospect of him meeting your new friend. He felt terrible that tomorrow he was going to take her away from you.

“I would like that very much.”, he smiles at you.

You can tell you caught him off guard and you can’t help but feel a little proud at yourself for throwing him off a little. You just had a feeling and you had to be sure before you go accusing him of anything.

“Are you going back to the feast?”, you ask him as you stand to leave.

He shakes his head, “no I think I will retire for the evening.”

He walks you to the door and instructs the guard on the other side to escort you back to the feast hall.

Before you leave, Loki takes your hand and gives you a light kiss on your knuckles. “Goodnight Lady y/n. I shall see you tomorrow.”

You nod, “tomorrow.”

You get back to the feast hall and Frigga immediately rushes over to you. “There you are! Your sister and I were about to send out a search party.”

“I’m sorry Frigga, Loki and I were talking. He’s going to come to Ana’s workshop with me tomorrow.”

Frigga’s eyebrows shot up, “is he now? Well that’s…exciting.”

You can tell from Frigga’s reaction that she wasn’t expecting that and you sense a bit of concern from her. Frigga unknowingly confirms your suspicion that something else was going on. But now you know the Queen knew what that something was.

“Is everything alright My Queen?”, you ask sweetly.

She nods and smiles, “yes dear, everything is fine. I’m happy you and Loki are going to be spending some time together.”

You nod, “may I ask you something Frigga?”

She smiles, “of course.”

“I had a slight incident with one of Odin’s councilmen, Lord Alarian. He said that Idunn’s ritual ruined a betrothal between Loki and a princess from another realm. Is that true?”

Frigga rolls her eyes, “that man will be the death of me. It is true and it is also not true. There were talks with Vanaheim about arranging a marriage between one of their princesses and Loki. It was meant to strengthen our already strong bond with that realm and…honestly, I did not want Loki to be alone any longer. His heritage has become a a bit of a roadblock for him.”

“Heritage?”

“You know Loki is adopted.”

You nod, “yes, but I don’t understand why that would cause issues. There are plenty of adopted children on Earth.”

“Loki is from the realm of Jotunheim, they are hated by most beings. Especially here on Asgard.”

“Oh. Is that why his hand turns blue?”

Frigga looks at you in shock, “he showed you his true form?”

“Not entirely, it was just his hand. When Lord Alarian approached me, he grabbed me by the wrist to stop me from leaving.” You lift your wrist to show Frigga your now healing wrist, still slightly red but the swelling was gone and the bruising that was developing had disappeared as well. “I don’t believe he did it on purpose but the swelling and the bruising started to develop quickly. Loki saw me on my way back into the feast hall, he saw my wrist and took me to his chambers to help. He used his hand to ice my wrist.”

Frigga smiles, “I’m sorry you were injured by that awful man but I must confess I am elated that Loki took care of you as any good mate should.”

“So no one else can turn blue here?”, you ask.

Frigga laughs, “not unless we have another hidden Jotun heir somewhere in Asgard, no. No one else can change to that form.”

You nod, another piece to the puzzle that is Loki. No wonder he feels so alone. He’s literally the only one of his kind here and on top of that he’s surrounded by people that hate his kind. Why wouldn’t he feel alone? Or want to be for that matter.

“Well, it is time for me to retire I believe. I hope You have a wonderful visit with Loki tomorrow. I just ask that you remain as open minded as you have been. Loki is a complex being and he sometimes makes rash decisions when he feels like he has no other options. He will make mistakes y/n, but with a little patience I promise you, the love and the devotion you will receive from him will be worth all of the trials you face.”

You smile at Frigga, “I will try Frigga, thank you for explaining those things to me.”

“Of course.”, she gives you one final smile and turns to leave with her ladies.

You watch her leave feeling a combination of comfort and confusion. Something is definitely going on and you were pretty sure Frigga knew what it was.

Tomorrow. You have a feeling everything will reveal itself tomorrow.

To be continued….

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Can I request a yandere mafia boss x fem reader Nsfw where reader just wants to finish her education and get her dream job when the mafia boss asks her out but when she declines so he just makes sure reader will never be accepted back into any universities anywhere or get any jobs ever as a way of showing how well he can "provide"

I'm finally back! probably

Yandere Mafia Boss x Careerwoman Reader

M yan x F reader

TW - manipulation, abuse of power, NSFW, kidnapping

"I'm sorry?" You raised an eyebrow and looked at your dean. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. You're expelled under the premise of violating this university's code of conduct."

You didn't understand. What did you do? Did you violate some obscure rule that you've never heard of? But that couldn't be! Sure you may have gone against a few small rules every once in a while, but everyone did! You've done nothing to warrant this, you were a model student!

But it looked like there was no hope. You left campus rejected, never to return.

This was truly awful. This was your walk of shame. Your apartment wasn't far, so usually you walked. It was always nice to get some fresh air.

And along your walk, of course you ran into him. You didn't know much about him but he just seemed dangerous. And he seemed to like you.

"Why the long face, darlin'?" He asked, walking alongside you.

You ignored him, hoping to get rid of him. But of course, that didn't work.

"You know, if you were my woman you'd never have bad days. I'd spoil you to no end." He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist, guiding you to walk another direction. You tried to resist, not wanting to deal with him today, but of course he dragged you along anyway.

You didn't have time for this. You had to figure out where to go in life from here. Maybe you could apply to another university? You wouldn't have good enough chances because of this new expulsion on your record. But surely somebody would still take you, right?

So you, of course, struggled and struggled to get out of his grasp, but to no avail. His grip was strong, and only tightened the more you tried to get away. He didn't let go of you for a second. When you got to his luxury car, he even sat you on his lap while he drove. You wanted to get away, but you didn't want to be in a car crash, so tried to stay out of the way.

"If you keep squirming around like that, I might have to pull over and teach you how to be still." His husky voice whispered in your ear. He pulled you tighter against him, something hard rubbing against your thigh. You hoped it was just his phone in his pocket.

As you pulled up to his mansion, your jaw dropped. You knew he was rich, but what was he, a billionaire?! You didn't even know what he did for a living!

While you were gaping at his little home, he took that as an opportunity to carry you inside. Somehow, the inside was even more impressive. You see at you even saw a few servants, but that only made sense for a home of this size.

"You see, this is the kind of life I can give you. All this and more, my darling." His hot breath brushed against your ear as he spoke.

His grip on you only tightened as he carried you up to your room. He's spent so long preparing it just for you. And him too, of course. His woman should have a suitable living space.

And it certainly did not disappoint. It was like your dream room to the max. You even spotted a few items you previously had in your apartment around the room. You were going to ask, but he tossed you on the bed and got on top of you before you had the chance.

You didn't need to know that he had his men break into your apartment and bring everything here while you were being expelled.

"And you know, it's not just luxury I can provide." He grinded against you slowly, his hand cupping your breast. "I can give you more pleasure than you can dream of, you know."

Again, he gave you no time to answer. His lips were immediately on your neck, gently sucking and biting, making you gasp. He was especially hard on your more sensitive areas, making sure to leave as many hickeys as he could.

He groaned as he went lower and your shirt got in the way, annoyed. Damn thing limiting his access to your gorgeous body. So naturally, he ripped it off of you, murmuring that he'd replace it between kisses and bites.

He did the same with your bra, pausing for a moment to stare. This close of a view was way better than spying on you with binoculars.

His mouth soon enveloped one of you sensitive nipples, his hand pinching and playing with the other. He swirled his tongue around then sensitive bud, only spurred on by your pretty whimpers.

He didn't want to leave your breasts, but he just had to. If he wanted to get to his ultimate goal, that is. So his kisses trailer down your stomach, and before he had the chance to be stopped your pants and underwear were already shredded and discarded like your other clothes.

He let put a soft moan when he finally reached your perfect pussy. Fuck, you just tasted to good! Oh and those sounds you made, it was like you wanted this more than he did. And you were already so wet too.

He attached himself to your cute little clit, gently sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue as two of his fingers found their place inside your wet hole. He started gently, of course; he didn't want to give you too much at once. Not yet. But soon he couldn't help himself.

His mouth and fingers got rougher, his free hand holding your hip. He was only further encouraged when your thighs wrapped around his head, keeping him trapped against your pussy. He'd gladly eat you put until he suffocates or until you passed out. Whichever happened first.

And he couldn't help but grind into the bed as your fingers found their proper place in his hair. His moans as you made his head move however you wanted vibrated against your lower lips, driving you closer to the edge.

Eventually it was too much. You just had to cum. And he happily lapped up every last drop as you kept his head firmly pressed against you.

"Oh, Darlin'," He groaned, a perverse smile on his face as you finally looked up at him. "You really do make me crazy~"

This was the one that I apparently forgot to save so most of it got deleted a while back lol

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the not-so-useless hotline | george clarke

this has been rotting in my drafts for a while but it was a req so i hope you enjoy! may be a little sucky, sorry about that :)

dedicated to both the nonnie who requested and the nonnie who was adorable to me in dms so!!!!

to be honest, you didn't even really know what you had become well known for.

you started on youtube, ended up singing and modelling and vlogging and god knows what else, and you were a little bit of a mystery to the world.

but, nonetheless you had become adored by the internet, and eventually dragged on a podcast by max, who you had met on a brand trip and had grown to quite like, even if you had only seen him a handful of times.

so when you showed up to a little office with worn out computers and a smile on max's face, it did make you giggle to be on the set that you had seen him, and george, who even though you had seen him a lot online, you admittedly knew next to nothing about.

"y/n! hello, welcome!" you were invited in by who you assumed was a manager, who helped you get microphoned up, staying quiet whilst you listened to max and george speak and introduce the podcast whilst you waited on the sidelines for being introduced.

so when you heard the, "okay, send her up for the interview!" and you sat opposite them, your cheeks were a little red from laughing as it felt strange to be sat opposite them in such a corporate setting, even if was all a big joke.

"welcome y/n to your interview at the useless hotline! i'm max, this is george, very important interview today," max joked, and you nodded a little more, laughing and repeating, "very important, yes."

"yeah, i'm so glad to be here, i really need this job!" you joked back, allowing yourself to have a moment looking at george, being your first proper time meeting him. he was quite attractive, put together nicely.

"well, we have very high standards here, although max doesn't reflect that too well," george joked back, and you nodded in a teasingly solemn look.

"well, every company has it's stinker, and i suppose here it's max," you smiled, and max rolled his eyes.

"you bitch! haven't even introduced yourself and you're already mocking me," max grinned.

"oh, sorry, i introduce myself and then mock you?" you teased back.

after being made to make max and george extremely potent alcoholic drinks, and introducing yourself, with a little gossip about music and max's social life, eventually you get questions thrown your way.

"well, we figured we need to talk to you about your dating life, 'cause that's where our clickbait will be," george joked.

"literally! everyone knows you as some maneating mysterious woman going on dates all the time, and we're nosy," max teased, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"i'm not a maneater! jesus, you leave a bad impression max! i would just say i am very picky, that's all. y'know, high standards." you hummed a little as you drank your drink with a small grin.

"oh, come on, you know yourself there has been a cast of rotating rumours of people that the internet thought you might be dating," max urged, and you shrugged a little. "plus, when we went on that bar thing on the latest brand trip you told me about a few of them, so there must be some drama there!" he joked a little more.

"men are just very disappointing creatures, you know? there just hasn't really been one where i've been like, yeah, this person is fun to be around and i would like to be around them a lot of the time, so i'm still single!" i explained with a giggle.

"george is literally always saying something of a similar tune, he is kind of just a picky man," max joked a little, and i grinned and raised my eyebrows at george.

"picky, hm? i suppose i'm a little picky, but i don't think that's necessarily bad, i just think i would love to hold out for someone who is really for me, you know?" i asked him curiously.

"i wouldn't even say i'm picky, i just think... there's a kind of thing, where i'll, you know, find someone where i'm just like, yeah, this feels right," george explained, and i nodded.

"so do you have like.. a type?" max asked me, "george's type always seems to be women who don't like him back." max teased.

"there have definitely been some stinkers in the past but... i mean, i wouldn't even say i have a type, really. i like funny people, and i'd like someone that's taller then me... um, i guess i like facial hair but that's not a dealbreaker if not," i laughed a little awkwardly with a shrug of my shoulders.

"well, i'd say you'd like george but he is exceptionally not funny," max grinned to himself and i rolled my eyes in a giggly way, watching george turn to max.

"because you're just so witty yourself, max,"

the podcast continued, with topics only getting more intrusive and unhinged as we continued, before we got to the point where we were answering asks, and one came up asking george on a date as a plus one to a wedding.

"fuck you! see, everyone comes on the podcast and thirsts over george, but what if you had asked me? i would actually have shown up, how about that!" max huffed whilst george tried not to laugh.

"what, people try and hit on george through the podcast?" you asked, laughing myself.

"yeah, they do, his name is max balegde," george joked.

"they're really scraping the bottom of the barrel if they want george," max grinned, before looking at me, "do you get a lot of the whole randomers asking you out thing? seeing as you're so thirsted over on the internet?"

"i mean, i suppose so, but i don't read too many of them, they just stay in the requests bit of my messages so i don't pay them too much attention," you giggled slightly, shrugging, "though, i do appreciate the compliments, sometimes if i'm just having a really crap day i'll just look through edits of myself. is that narcissistic? maybe it is, but it does make you feel good,"

"max was begging people to make edits of him on one of the podcast episodes so i'm sure you're not too bad," george grinned to you, and you tittered a little at his answer, grinning back at him.

george was pretty attractive, actually.

it had been about a week since the episode of you on the useless hotline had come out: and to say you had been bombarded would be an understatement.

from shipping fan edits to insane tweets, there seemed to be a common theme, the theory that you were dating george.

he had texted you a little, talking about when the podcast was going to come out, and asking you if you had any plans over the weekend, mainly casual talk as he told you funny stories about his roommates, arthur and chris, and occasionally sending you photos of himself pulling faces.

liked by max_balegde, georgeclarkeey and 12,039 others

yourusername: my roommate tried to push me out of a window (but i made her take cute pictures so)

miaxmon: shut up i did not push you!

↳ yourusername: @/miaxmon whatever you say PUSHER

userone: since WHEN did she live with mia ???

↳ yourusername: since she begged me to live with her bc im awesome and sexy and she couldn't live without me (but actually for about six months!)

georgeclarkeey: she should have finished the job

↳ yourusername: smh silly george if she pushed me out the window then who else would the internet ship you with???

↳ georgeclarkeey: someone tolerable hopefully

↳ yourusername: i can see why you got stood up now

you have a new message from @/georgeclarkeey!

georgeclarkeey: now that was just cruel and uncalled for

yourusername: it was honesty which girl would show up for a date with you ???

georgeclarkeey: you hopefully

yourusername: you what???

georgeclarkeey: would you show up on a date with me?

yourusername: only if you said sorry for wanting mia to finish me off and that i am the best :)

georgeclarkeey: i just audibly sighed

georgeclarkeey: you are the best and i am sorry for saying i wanted mia to finish the job

georgeclarkeey: happy?

yourusername: absolutely

yourusername: so, a date?

georgeclarkeey: i was thinking a really tall building with loads of open windows. thoughts?

yourusername: you're sooooo funny george

georgeclarkeey: i know i know i'm hilarious

georgeclarkeey: i was actually thinking we could go to flight club and play darts

yourusername: i will beat you SO bad

georgeclarkeey: can't wait :)

yourusername: anyway, i thought you were really picky about who you go on dates with?

georgeclarkeey: i usually am

georgeclarkeey: i guess you just feel right

yourusername: are you this soppy with all your dates?

georgeclarkeey: well they usually don't show up so you'll be the first, obviously

georgeclarkeey: anyway i thought you were picky as well?

yourusername: okay shut up now george :)

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onlyancunin · 3 days

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Little update again for anyone interested, bc I'm overflown with emotions.

Ok, so I did it.

In a single week, found a new place, packed my things (or at least the majority, some stuff is still waiting to be sorted and transported) and moved in to my condo.

I hurt my knee again and walk on crutch, my hands are so sore I barely slept this night and I had approximately 27 nervous breakdowns in the past two days, but I'm here, I'm queer and I'm ready to do some Astarion fan art now that nobody lurks over my shoulder in attempt to be controlling.

And jesus. I woke up today with my body absolutely useless after what I put it through while packing, and yet so... Serene? I literally cried out of exhaustion, relief, gratitude and what not.

And to think just 3 months ago I was deeply suicidal and drinking like crazy to cope. Always either with headphones or with earplugs to soothe my nerves and keep myself together, barely present in my own life and resenting it and myself. But here? I enjoy the silence or even occasional sound of my neighbors being present. I unpacked yesterday for hours without the need to overwhelm my brain with podcasts just to stop it from spiraling out. Because it didn't want to spiral out, I was at peace despite cursing a few times bc I'm a dumbass and forgot idle pc needs some activity to wake it up and I thought it got damaged while transporting 🤠

Thank you @herdarkestnightelegance , who supported me through the whole process and was there for me to pick me up and help me to keep going. The best thing that came out of this entire thing is your friendship. It's so nice to know someone cares enough to be happy for you. This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it.

And thank you everyone for your words of support and care, every single one. After months of being isolated and numb it's nice to see the world still wants me here.

Gosh I think I need to cry some more, a nice little emotional workout before work.

Have a great Monday everyone! 🖤

#personal #cw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicidal thoughts #im feeling so grateful #my morning coffee will be fhe best coffee i ever had

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hi! 30. “You’re definitely your mother/father’s child.” with Matthew Tkachuk please

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far || Matthew Tkachuk

Prompt: 30. “You’re definitely your father’s child.”

WC: 1.2k

A/N: I told y’all I would work on my requests.

Warnings: children fighting (but it’s all in good fun. )

Summary: Off season meant that your husband was home every day, which provides a break for you and time with their dad for the kids. The same kids that idolize their father so in hindsight, perhaps you should have seen this coming. After all, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

It was no secret that the off-season was your favorite part of the year. You loved to watch your husband do something that he loved and enjoyed and ever since your children got old enough to bring to their father’s games, hockey had become special to everyone in the house. The off-season is special in a different way. Matthew was at home and even though he trained five days out of the week, he was still mostly at home spending time with you and your two kids.

It was nice to wake up in the morning and have Matthew beside you and every morning it felt like you were falling in love with your family all over again when your son and daughter would sneak into the room and cuddle against you and Matthew. You would always take a minute to watch fondly as your husband squeezed both of the kids to his chest before you left the comfort of your bed to make breakfast.

The afternoons were always spent outside. You soaked up the Summer sun as you sat on one of the patio chairs drinking sweet iced tea and watching as Matthew and your children ran around playing.

Today was no different. You relaxed as you watched Matthew run around the backyard with the kids. You couldn’t make out what game it was and suspected that it was one that the kids had made up. It didn’t matter much to you, just as long as no one was getting hurt and they got their energy out. At the ages of six and four, your daughter and son, respectively, had more energy in them than anyone else you knew.

You laughed as you watched your son, Link, screech as Matthew threw him over his shoulder and took off running. The screeching quickly turned into loud laughter not just from your son but your husband too. Your daughter, Maxie, giggled hysterically as she chased her father and brother.

It didn’t take long for her to catch up to them, after all, Matthew was running slower than usual so she had a chance.

“Run!” Matthew called out loudly as he set Link down. “Save yourself!”

Maxie who had wrapped herself around her dad’s legs looked at her younger brother's small frame as he ran in the other direction. You winced, already knowing what was likely to happen. Your daughter was highly competitive, a trait she likely inherited from her father, and she wasn’t one to go easy on anyone if she wanted to win. Not even her brother. Especially not her brother.

You fought the urge to get up from your set and get involved before things got out of hand. You reminded yourself that Matthew was home and that you could take a step back from being the disciplinary one.

It was just last week that you were talking to Matthew’s mom when she told stories about Matthew and his siblings when they were younger. When you mentioned your worries about your own kids fighting she eased your thoughts, assuring you that siblings fight, especially when their last name happens to be Tkachuk.

It was as you were thinking back on the conversation that you heard a thud followed by a cry. Your eyes landed on your children tangled together on the grass. You didn’t see what had happened but with the way Maxie was nearly sitting on top of her brother, you realized that she probably tackled Link to the ground. Your daughter still had a hard time understanding how rough she could be with her brother, not yet understanding how even though they were two years apart, four and six was still a significant difference.

You were about to get up when Matthew came walking up to the kids. You bit your lip to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape. You couldn’t remember the last time that Matthew looked so serious or when that look was directed at his kids, the same kids that he claimed were “perfect little angels.”

He plucked Maxie off of her brother as if it was nothing and set her on her feet and with a disappointed frown said, “I know you want to play but you need to realize that your brother is still a lot smaller than you and you shouldn’t be so rough with him.”

“Daddy-“ Maxie tried, looking up at Matthew with round eyes that were his exact replica. You could see it in the way she was behaving. She had no idea what to do or say because her dad was never the one to scold her. If it was you you would be on the receiving end of her sassy attitude that she reserved just for you.

“Your brother deserves an apology,” Matthew said as he helped Link stand up. Your son was still sniffling and his face was red. He wasn’t seriously hurt and was likely crying from the shock of being hit so hard.

Your daughter crossed her arms and looked at her brother. It was like looking at a smaller version of your husband as she frowned and shook her head. “If he didn’t want to get hit he shouldn’t have been in my way.”

This time you couldn't hold back the snort that left you at her words. You could have sworn you heard Matthew say something just like that before. Neither your daughter nor Maxie looked at you but your son did. His red tear-stained broke your heart and you leaned forward and opened your arms for him. He wasted no time in running into your arms.

You wrapped your arms around him and ignored the snot and tears he got on your shoulder.

“It’s time for you to cool down,” Matthew said.

“But-“

“Go to your room until you figure out how to apologize,” Matthew said, his voice stern.

Maxie huffed in frustration but didn’t argue. Matthew followed behind her and when she walked through the back door, ignoring both you and Link, Matthew stopped. He watched from beside you as she disappeared into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom.

Finally turning to you he let out an exasperated sigh, “What do I do now?”

You were combing your fingers through your son’s curls when you shrugged, “Wait for her to come out and apologize. It won’t take her long, she’ll get hungry soon.”

Matthew groaned, sitting in the seat across from you. He raked his own fingers through his short hair. Now that everything had finally calmed down and Link was no longer crying you finally let yourself appreciate just how amusing this whole thing was.

“What’s so funny?” Matthew asked, looking confused and exhausted, as if dealing with his troublesome daughter was going to take years off of his life.

“You do realize that she’s exactly like you, right?” You said in between giggles.

Matthew rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, flashing the gap between his teeth and making your heart beat a little bit faster than normal.

“In that case, we’re in trouble for the rest of our lives.” He chuckled.

Link finally pulled back from you to look at Matthew and then at you. His face had gone back to its normal color and you wiped away the tears and snot from his face. His curls were everywhere and his wide eyes met yours as he asked softly, “What about me?”

You flicked your eyes over to your husband briefly before looking back down at your son. He wasn’t like Matthew when it came to his mannerisms but your little boy loved fiercely, and as much as a four-year-old could. He was Matthew’s twin in everything but roughness.

You pushed his curls to the side and kissed his forehead, “you’re definitely your father’s child.”

#my writing #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk x reader #Matthew tkachuk imagines #nhl imagines #dad!tkachuck #sunny’s hockey dad au

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bri-cheeses · 13 hours

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“Gather round, everyone!” Slughorn called out cheerfully, herding students towards the cauldron at the front of the classroom. “Today we will be brewing one of the most famous potions in history. Can anyone tell me what this potion we have here is?”

Barty barely resisted rolling his eyes as some Ravenclaw eagerly answered the question, looking way too proud of herself for getting it right. Really, anyone with eyes could tell what the potion was, especially with the way Slughorn had introduced it to the class—amortentia, of course, the potion of love.

Slughorn went on and on about the potion and its history, which, frankly, no one cared about, then finally told everyone to find another partner and start brewing.

Naturally, he and Evan immediately latched onto each other. Next to them, Dorcas, Regulus, and Pandora set up their own station and hunted for ingredients.

But despite having been paired with his friends, the next two periods were torture for Barty. True, pure, unrelenting torture. The fumes from the cauldron rose up and gave him a headache—and the incessant giggling going on in the classroom did not help with the pain pounding in skull. In addition to this, the fires the students all had lit in order to make their potions caused the room to overheat to a miserable temperature.

Honestly, Barty felt as though he were being cooked alive.

Things only got worse once they were done brewing. The pale pink liquid sat in his and Evan’s cauldron, taunting Barty with curiosity and fear of what it might smell like. He had actually been breathing through his mouth for the past couple of minutes, not wanting to get a whiff before he absolutely had to.

Next to him, Evan didn’t look like he was in much better shape. Somewhere between the start of class and now, he had unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows, displaying his strong forearms. He was clearly overheated based on the pink coloring his cheeks, and he was staring at the cauldron like it had personally offended him. Barty could see that he was breathing through his mouth, too.

“Alright, everyone, take a step up to your potions! And make sure to get a nice, deep smell!” Slughorn chuckled, and a murmur spread through the classroom.

Barty glanced at Evan.

“You wanna go first?” Barty asked.

Evan grimaced slightly, then took a hesitant step towards the cauldron, and Barty watched him closely as he breathed in. His eyes fluttered closed as the various smells hit him, his long lashes ghosting over his skin.

“What do you smell?” Barty questioned, extremely curious as to what Evan would smell in a love potion.

“Snow,” he said, eyes still closed. “Vanilla, the ocean, and—” he faltered. His eyes opened, then blinked as if he were trying to reset.

“And what?”

“Nothing,” Evan muttered. “Your turn.”

Barty gave him an odd look, not failing to notice the way Evan’s had paled since smelling the potion. He didn’t comment on it, however, as a tight ball of nerves gathered in his stomach.

He leaned over the cauldron. That pink liquid was still taunting him, playing some sort of cruel joke.

Might as well get it over with, though.

So, steeling himself, Barty breathed in.

Campfire smoke. Pumpkin pie. The smell of rain.

Roses.

Barty stumbled back, legs tripping over each other in his haste to get away. Evan wordlessly caught him and helped him find his balance, but Barty shrugged his touch off.

“What did you smell there, Crouch?” Regulus asked from where he and the others had been brewing their potion.

Barty looked over. An amused look lingered on Regulus’s face, having apparently watched the entire thing, and Barty had the feeling that Regulus knew exactly what he had smelled.

“Nothing,” he said shortly. “Just usual things. Smoke, pie, the like.”

“Smell anything else?” Pandora inquired innocently from beside Regulus.

Really? Her, too?

“No. That was it,” Barty snapped, turning back to Evan, who was looking at him with an assessing look, his head tilted.

“What?” Barty asked.

“Nothing,” he responded, going to gather his things.

“‘Nothing,” Dorcas echoed softly from behind them. It was quiet enough that Barty got the impression it wasn’t meant for his or Evan’s ears, so naturally, he strained to listen. Next to him, he could tell that Evan was doing the exact same thing.

“They both keep saying that,” Dorcas continued, still whispering, “but they do realize we’re not as oblivious as they are, right?”

Barty and Evan looked at each other in confusion at their friend’s words.

“Do you know what she’s talking about?” Evan asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Barty shook his head. “No idea. But we’ll get to the bottom of it, won’t we?”

A grin spread across Evan’s face. Barty loved it when that happened.

“That we will, Crouch. That we will.”

#fully convinced that Slughorn just does it for the drama of it all #I would too tbh #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller microfic #my microfics #slytherin skittles #marauders era #amortentia

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