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That'll be the back up generator! George Russell x CoffeeShopOwner! Reader

Plot: George Russell finds himself in a coffee shop after the Italian Grand Prix but a storm makes him get stuck in the shop.

A/N: Tell me your views on Sam and Colby and like other youtubers in the comments and if you like them!

Credit to disneyprincemuke for the GIF

It was a really slow and hot day in the cafe, it had been your dream since you were a child to own a coffee shop on the street you grew up in, in Milan.

You got a degree in the UK at the request of your parents before coming back to your home country to set up the shop. You had the exact shop in mind on the street and it was the same one that had been run down an abandoned for years.

You completely re-done up the shop, making it exactly how you envisioned it. You had loads of plants running throughout and a little street section with seats out the front and a small balcony that looked over the whole street.

You were very busy today, everyone seemed to be wanting iced coffee's and smoothies. Loads of tourists came in for water, making you chuckle each time when they enunciated their words assuming you couldn't understand English.

But it started to get a little later and darker and people were now choosing to go to bar's as they were opening now. It was a Saturday so you new it would be busy because of the race in Monza and most people coming back to Milan centre to spend their evening.

There was no-one in the store right now and you let the last two staff go home from their shift early as you'd heard them talking about going clubbing tonight. You were making yourself a smoothie the blender so loud you didn't hear the bell chime. Just as the blender stopped you tuned into the conversation.

"This looks pretty quiet, lets stay here" one of their voices said that sounded British but had a slight American twang to it.

"I forgot cafe's were a thing!" a louder American voice out of the group added as you watched as they took the booth at the back. That's also when you noticed the team wear they were in, they worked for the racing teams.

"Yeah, Carlos' life hack apparently!" a fully British voice says and you walk slowly over to the table.

"Hey guys, what can I sort out for you today?" you ask, and they all push up their glasses, their faces were red and a some of their foreheads were lined with sweat.

"Oh, hello erm could be just get some water for now and food menu's please" another guy asks in Williams gear and you smile nodding, grabbing them from the counter next to them. You grab a jug of ice cold water and four glasses placing them down on the table.

They eventually give you their orders and you make yourself busy in the back small kitchen putting together the sandwiches and salads they'd requested.

You make light conversation with them handing them out eventually finding out they they are some of the drivers, Lewis and George who both drove for the Mercedes team, and Alex and Logan who drove for the Williams team.

You saw how they were struggling with the heat of the shop, you kept the water consistent and move the fan that was behind the counter with you to face them, you couldn't imagine how exhausted they felt after a race.

Eventually, Logan left first saying that Oscar and Lando wanted to hang out which you can only assume were other drivers. Then Lewis and Alex left at the same time with different reasons, one being Alex girlfriend just landed and Lewis wanted to do some shopping.

"And then there was one!" George sighed with a shake of his head, taking a bite of the pastry you'd brought him over.

"Hey, you want a smoothie, on the house of course. I'm just trying out some new things" you smile, trying to engage him in conversation.

He looked up at you with a huge smile and a nod of his head.

"Yeah, I'm down to try anything!" he smiled. You go behind the counter starting on cutting the fruit for the smoothie. You would look up every now and then catching eyes with George who always seemed to be gazing at you when you would meet his eye.

You bring him the smoothie over on the tray, making it a little fancier than you probably would when you put it on the menu.

"One, smoothie by yours truly!" you joke, smiling down at him.

"Your accent is strange" he says smiling up at you with his head tilting to the side.

"Thanks?" you offer with a small laugh not exactly sure what to say.

"No-no not like that, you obviously are Italian but you have an English twang to it?" he offers looking over your features.

George didn't think he'd ever met someone so beautiful. And it was an effortless kind of beauty as well, your hair up in a claw clip and a little messy from a hard day at work, flour covering the bottom part of your apron and a little sweat building under your eyes from the heat in the cafe.

"Ah, I studied in the UK for a while before I came back here, but i was born here in Milan!" you explain knowing what he was on about, you'd easily picked up on some British slang in your time their and the speech patterns to make your English sound easier on the ear.

"What did you study?" he asks, a look of shock on his face.

"Business management!" you smile. And he takes his first sip of the smoothie you gave him, his eyes going wide.

"That's amazing! And I'm guessing that's how you came to own this place?" his eyes light up taking another sip.

"This is really good, what's in it?" he interrupts his own question looking up at you.

"That is a secret!" you grin before walking off and over to the counter grabbing your own smoothie you'd made earlier. You check the time seeing it's around half an hour till you close, you walk out the front to bring the street chairs and tables in until you see and feel the weather.

It was really windy, and you felt the spotting of rain. The sky had turned awfully dark. You bring all the tables and chairs in before locking and bolting the door.

"Er, are you kidnapping me?" George asks seeing you latch the bottom bit of the door tightly.

"No no, I'm sorry the weather out there it just really picked up and the doors the original so it's pretty loose unless it's latched and I don't want it flying off!" you explain, worried he genuinely thought you were trying to hold him hostage.

"Holy shit yeah!" he exclaims looking out the front windows seeing the wind affecting some of the other shop owners who are hurriedly trying to pull their chairs or stock in depending what kind of place it was.

You both sit together but the storm only picks up and after what feels like an hour, you and George started to play uno which he had on him for some reason.

The door of the cafe was rattling and you could hear the whistling of the wind flow its way from the upstairs balcony and down the stairs.

"It's getting worse" you explain. Looking out the window and he nods. It was way past closing now but the streets looked so bad, no-one was out on them and George didn't feel like risking walking back to the hotel with the amount of debris flying around.

However within seconds, the room went dark and you gasped, not being able to see anything.

"Did, did we just loose power?" he asks, feeling around for his phone only for his hand to rest on your thigh, another gasp coming from your mouth and a string of apologies from George.

"It's okay, I just didn't expect it and it's so dark right now and I'm scared shitless!" you offer with a small chuckle.

"Where's like, your power supply and stuff!" he asks, finally turning the torch on his phone on, sending light up into the room when he turns the phone face down leaving it in between you two.

"I have a back up generator, that should kick in once it realizes there's no power" you smile, looking at his handsome face light up by the torch.

However, it also looked really creepy the way the light shaped his sharper features. It made you laugh a little.

"What?" he asks laughing along with you.

"Sorry, I feel like I'm in a Sam and Colby YouTube video right now, telling ghost stories while in a haunted house" you admit, changing so your on your knees.

"Well, this place isn't haunted right?" he laughs nervously.

"Nope, not as far as I'm aware!" you smile, it's gone extremely cold since the storm started and you shivered a little. There had been no predicted cold areas today so you hadn't brought anything with you.

"Oh, you look cold take this!" he smiles handing you his team jacket. You shrug it on with a small thank you. You both talk about everything you could think of to ask one another. From questions about his driving to your time in university. You told him all your funny club night story's from your first year where you still weren't really accustomed to British Culture and what is right and what was seen as wrong. He told you about how he used to be in Alex and Logan's team but basically got moved into a better car. You didn't really understand how it worked and you listened before asking your questions that he was more than happy to answer.

He's looking at you, holding your eye contact the whole time you both talk even if you look away to use your hands to embellish what your saying. Sometimes you used Italian words that George didn't know but in the context of the sentence he'd be able to work out the English for it and explain to you.

He's so impossibly close to you, that you think he might be leaning in closer and closer.

Before anything happens, a whirring from the back startles you both.

"That'll be the back up generator" you smile looking at the low level lighting and small strip lights all turning on.

"Er yeah, i guess it is!" he smiles looking over you. You get up onto your knees seeing that the wind is slowly dying down.

"I recon you can go now, it looks like the wind had died down enough!" you smile unlatching the door.

"Yeah, thank you. Er, yeah thanks" he smiles walking out the door. You follow him out locking up from the outside before taking off in the other direction. You didn't know if you'd ever see him again but you hoped he would.

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From this request!💖

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Black Content Creator!Reader ( Halle Bailey face claim)

Word Count: ~8.1k words w/ smau

Warning: Smut (slight fingering, thigh riding, p in v), a little oral fixation, Soft!Dom and protective Max, reader going into a subspace, Max punches a guy, my American description of driving, mean comments, Twitter Environment, mention of food it's also pretty cute 😘 Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: I knew I had big plans for this fic but I didn't expect this big. I absolutely loved this request when I got it and I wanted to put as much care into writing it as they did coming up with the idea. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, because as always I enjoyed writing it! Love you all!💖💛💖💛💖

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maxverstappen1 Mine ❤️

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rbrhypetrain This was not on my 2023 bingo card, but I can use the free space ✍🏼

babygurlyn I don't even have this many good pictures of me. How???

>maxverstappen1 When your girlfriend is as beautiful as you are, you get a lot of opportunities to get good pictures

landonorris I would like everyone to know that Max posted this 3 months into dating Yn. He means business

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babygurlyn Because he posted me and I think he's pretty too 😍🥰😘 No one tell about me posting the last pic 🤫

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redbullracing We think he's pretty too ❤️😗

>seb4ev I think Max better watch out for the Red Bull admin, I just can't figure out who they're trying to flirt with most of the time

maxverstappen1 😐 > babygurlyn Who told?!

mercgirly Okay but I think Yn is the only person that has pictures of Max that make him look really pretty and like good for her

hateruser I doubt Max actually likes how Yn acts It's just so immature

Max has grown fond of non-race weeks since he started dating you. Your mindset was that "Weekends are for having fun, not working", something that you would pout about early in your relationship whenever he would go train or agree to meetings on non-race weekends. But now, with two weekends off, he's using one to stay at home, currently driving on his sim but the true purpose of his presence was to be at your beck and call. To be there for you to talk endlessly too, to help you with stuff, to be filmed for your YouTube channel, anything. And he was happy to be there to do it.

"Maxie, are we ordering food for lunch or were we planning to go out for it?" You pop your head into the room, doe-like eyes darting between him and the screen facing him.

"We have plenty of food here, my love." He continues the session he was in but pauses it when he doesn't hear your socked feet shuffling away and the faintest whimper come from the open door. "Yeessss…?" He turns his body to get up from his seat and walk over to the door leaning against the frame. You move your body from leaning over to only have your head in view to standing straight up, shyly peering up at him, to which he pushes some locs from in front of your shoulders then tips your head up with a finger. "What is it"

"It's just, there's a cafe that's doing this special latte art to celebrate the 100 year anniversary of the creation of Disney, 'cause they have this food printer or something that is able to do it and I was hoping we'd be able to go there today." Your rambling was accompanied by wild hand movements that supplemented your words, a trait you've subconsciously picked up from your boyfriend, and as you neared the end your voice tapered off, unsure of what the response would be from Max.

"Well why didn't you just say so, love?" His voice was a soft, exasperated coo as he reaches to fix your hair again and then uses a hand on either side of your face to make you look at him. All you do is shrug in response, knowing of the short lecture you were about to get. "Baby, first of all, I'm not mad. But didn't we talk about you speaking up more about what you want?"

"I just didn't think it was that important." You tug at the hem of his shirt. Even with his hands angling your face up towards his, you avoided eye contact.

"We talked about this…" He bends down to catch your lips in a quick kiss, then opens his eyes a little wider waiting for you to comment.

"Everything I say has at least some importance…" You receive another kiss and then feel Max's hands move to your waist, gingerly pulling you closer.

"Good. Now, try again." He gives you a little grin to encourage you.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go to this cafe that is doing Disney themed latte art. It looks pretty cool." Your voice fluctuated as you tried to sound more confident in your request, trying to act nonchalant in the process.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let me know when you want to leave.” He gives you one last kiss on the forehead and starts to head back to his game.

“Okay! I’ll let you know. Thank you, baby!” Your mood turns on a dime as you skip off to some other room, a shift which Max just shakes his head at as he restarts the session. About 10 minutes later, Max can hear you mumbling to yourself, sounding like you were straining to grab something, so he stands from his seat again and starts to search for your location, eventually finding you standing on a side table trying to reach your mini tripod that was on the highest shelf of your bookshelf in your office. “Dang it. Get over here. Woah.” You wobble on the table that you forgot was already uneven prompting Max to rush over and steady you.

“Get off the table, please. What do you need? Your tripod?” He stretches up to reach where it is, which was slightly pushed back from the edge of the shelf.

“Yes, please.” You beam up at him as he hands it to you, and once he does your focus goes to the small camera stand, flexing the legs to make it easier to hold, but Max interrupts your focus by lifting your chin to give you a small lingering kiss, forcing you to look into his eyes once he backs up.

“Please never do that again. Just ask if you need help with stuff like that, okay.” His face was softly stern, lifting his eyebrows for emphasis as he spoke. He keeps the same face as he waits for your answer.

“I know, I know. I will, but you know I just start doing something and completely forget about everything else and it makes me forget to ask for help when I need it…" Your words taper off as you go to place the tripod on your desk, but you turn around to Max crossing his arm, eyebrows scrunched in mock concern.

"Yes, I know that. But you need to try and remember to ask for help, I'm always here for you." Max's gaze followed you as you approached him, first taking his crossed arms to turn him toward the door and then moving behind him to start pushing him out. Both you and him knew that if he were really trying you wouldn't be able to move him an inch, but here you were guiding him through the exit of your office.

"Okay, thank you. Now go." You continue to push but feel resistance all of a sudden. You peek your head around to look at Max who was smiling at you. "What?"

"Do I get to be in your vlog?" You roll your eyes at your boyfriend's question, then get back behind him to push again, moving once more.

"You know you're always in my vlogs. Now go. I'll be there in a sec." You finally succeed in getting him across the threshold of your office then turn back around and head back to your desk, starting to fiddle with your small vlogging camera.

“Okay.” Max does as he is told and heads back to his gaming room, sitting down in his seat and putting his headphones, and, after stopping to answer a text or two, starts playing again. After another 20 minutes he hears the patter of your feet, but continues his game waiting to hear your voice.

“Can I come in?” You ask your question while slowly shuffling in. What you don't see fully is how bright and wide Max’s smile is as he feels your presence grow closer.

“Of course you can, baby girl.” He finally ends the session and turns off the game, knowing he probably won’t be able to come back to it for the rest of the day. He removes his feet from the pedals in front of him to place his feet flat on the floor, turning his head to look straight into the small camera you pointed at him.

“Say hi to the people, Max. They love you, you’re their favorite.” You giggle, primarily at the way he waves and then flashes a semi-awkward thumbs up.

“Hello! Now you, what’s up?” He shifts his focus to you, face attentive as he pulls you into his lap by a large hand on your waist.

“So you know how I asked you about going to that cafe today?” You had the camera pointed at you two, viewfinder flipped up so you could make sure you guys were in frame, and once you did you turned to look at Max who only had his attention on you, watching his nod and loving the vibration when he hums his affirmation, pushing a loc out of your face. “Well I was thinking that we could couple the experience with something fun.” You wiggle your eyebrows, first at Max and then briefly at the camera before turning back to him.

“I don’t like that look. What did you have in mind?” Max keeps his eyes trained on you, watching and internally smiling at the charisma you were giving the camera, not like it was much different than your normal personality, if anything a bit toned down.

"Well I thought that maybe you could teach me how to drive? Or at least start teaching me how to drive. And then we could go to the cafe since we were out." You use a free hand to comb back his hair with your fingers, and something the camera is able to see is the slight head tilt upward he does to move closer to your hand and the side profile of the soft look he was giving you.

"Oh yeah, I always forget you don't have your license. I'm so used to just driving you around." He thinks for a moment, still only looking at you, watching as your enlarged brown eyes anticipated his answer. "Fine, I guess we could do that." He smiles back at the radiant smile you gave him and the quick kiss on the cheek you give before you remove yourself from his lap.

"Yay! Thank you baby!" You start to skip toward the door but you didn't realize that Max had snuck his hand around your wrist to pull you back to him.

"How were you going to leave me without a proper kiss?" He had his eyebrows raised in mock surprise, to which you roll your eyes and stalk back over to him, leaning down a bit to kiss him. It was a couple of deeper kisses, making sure your lips slated together rather than just a small peck. What you also noticed was that Max had angled the camera toward you two, making sure footage was captured of the kissing.

"You're so needy, ugh." You fake your complaint as you stop your recording and leave the room, not seeing the soft, loving look he was giving you as you walked out the door.

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"Okay, here we are in the car on the most empty floor of the parking garage that we could find. And here's Professor Verstappen, ready to teach me all there is to learn about the rules of the road. Take it away, Max!" You finish your spritely intro to this portion of your vlog by highlighting Max's presence with your hands, waving them towards him and then finally looking toward him for instruction. He was too busy watching you, though, so it took him a beat to realize that it was his time to talk.

"Oh, okay. Uh, hello everyone. First, have you ever been behind the wheel before?" His arm was already resting behind him on top of his seat, so he was already in reach of a loc that you kept of your ponytail, deciding to mess with it while you gave your answer, giving his hands something to do.

"Well, I've never paid attention to all the stuff. Really just messed with the wheel." You twist the wheel, then look back at Max, the camera now just a spectator of the interaction between you two.

"Okay." He grins at you, eyes wandering over your innocent face before continuing. "Uh, let's start with the pedals. Touch them with your feet." He stretches his body to watch as you do. "So the wide one on the left is the brake and the narrow, long one is the gas." You nod, still playing with the pedals. "Mirrors, check them every time you get in." He reaches up and taps the long mirror in front of you guys. "This is the rearview mirror, make sure you can see out the rear windshield when you adjust it, okay?" You start adjusting as he continues explaining. "The side mirrors, uh, you want to make sure that you're able to see your blind spot and beside you. The controls to adjust it side mirrors are in the door. You just make sure you have the correct mirror selected and then use the up, down, left and right buttons to adjust the mirror.” You look at the side mirror but decide not to do anything about them. "Um, the gearshift. You have to press on the brake to be able to be able to press the button on the gear shift to move it." He was going to continue his informational dialogue, but he could hear you press down on the brake pedal. "Don't do it now! Hold on." He subtly motions for you to stop, his hand in your vicinity as he chuckles, his vibe a mixture of nervousness and adoration.

"Hehe, sorry." You had a toothy smile on your face, an indication to Max that you are already starting to get nervous and his words would need to be more gentle with his teaching.

"It's okay." He leans over to kiss your forehead before continuing. "Anyway, the letters on the gearshift-"

"Yes, the PRNDL…." You said the joke with such confidence, but you and Max stifled your laughter, staring at each other, you with that bright toothy smile and Max with a strained grin and facial expression of fake disappointment.

"Really?" The laughter he held was laced in his words. "You're adorable, you know that?" You nod with your bright smile, giving Max slight trouble when he starts leaning in to get a quick kiss, but you quickly get the hint, letting him kiss you as you nodded your head with less vigor.

"Hehe, yeah, I know." Your faces were still close, allowing you two to have a small moment of intimacy before finally getting back to the task at hand.

"Um, anyway. Yes the gearshi- the PRNDL, since I know you'll repeat it until I say it, those letters all stand for something. Do you know what they are?" He cocks his head slightly, making it more obvious that he is just making sure you know.

"Park, reverse, uh-neutral, drive, and I always forget what L stands for." You recite the meanings as you go down the panel, then look back up expectantly at Max waiting for confirmation that you were right.

"Correct. Good job, baby. And we're not going to worry about L until we have to." He pushes that lone loc again and admires your face as he thinks. "Okay, try just going forward. To that column." He points to a concrete column about 50 feet away, and he keeps his attention ahead of you guys as you put the car in drive.

"Okay, check mirrors, foot is on the brake right now, car in drive…" you mumble a checklist to yourself, double check everything you just listed, and then finally lift your foot off the brake and slowly, lightly press on the gas, allowing the car to finally move. Initially all was fine, it wasn't until 3 seconds later when Max felt the car gently swerving that he looked at you, seeing you twist the wheel back and forth as you tried to go forward.

"Woah, woah! Stop!" You immediately follow directions, slamming on the brake making both of your bodies jolt forward. You start to laugh nervously as you slowly turn to look at Max, who was looking at you wide eyed. "What the fuck was that, baby? You're not trying to warm the tires."

"I-that's what people do in the movies…and i- I don't know." An apologetic, nervous smile stays plastered on your face, a face Max knew well because it meant that you were really unsure of the situation and liable to shut down at any minute.

"That's just bad acting. But it's okay, you're okay. Just think of it as keeping the car steady instead of trying to guide it." He uses his hand to imitate a swerving driving path and then turns back to you. "You want to try again?" His gaze was intensely trained on you as he tried to gauge your anxiety before you answered.

"Mhm." The smile was now gone, your face was flat and eyebrows furrowed as you checked your mirrors again and then lifted your foot from the brake to gently press the gas again. This time there was a lot more focus on your part as you gently twisted the steering wheel as necessary to keep it in line until you got to the column.

“Okay, now put it in park.” With your foot firmly on the brake, you hold down the button on the gearshift and push it to put the car in park. Once it was done and you were sure the car was stationary. You lift your foot and jerk your head toward Max to shine a, now more confident, smile his way, that he reciprocates in his own Max way with a grin and wide eyes. “You did it!”

“I did it!” You reach your arms out and wrap them around Max’s neck, and the close proximity brought your cheek in range to receive a peck from him.

“How did you feel?” You still had your arms around his neck, but he was able to lean back enough to get your entire face in view.

“Better, but I know it's not that easy on the road so that's a little scary.” Max starts to open his mouth to calm your worries, but your next words change his planned soothing into reprimand as you continue. “And I know it’s stupid to be scared. Many people drive everyday without being scared, but I tin- '' Your words fade when your cheeks are grasped by Max’s long fingers and squished gently.

“Shh.” Max’s attempted cooing comes off more like a frantic mitigation of your downward spiral, like trying to stop a child from crying right as they’re on the cusp of bursting out in tears. He gives a small kiss to your manually puckered lips then lets go, gently lifting the locs you had back in a ponytail. “You’re not stupid. People get scared about driving, it’s normal. You just need to practice to gain confidence, that’s all. Okay?” Your lips were still pouted, but you looked at him through your eyelashes, eyes asking for a little more reassurance, which he gives by seizing your lips in another kiss.

"Okay." You press your lips together in a mild grin then settle back into your seat, tracing the steering wheel with your fingers.

"Want to try reversing and a little parking? And then I'll drive us to that cafe?" He laces his fingers with yours that had settled on the gearshift, running a thumb over the back of your hand.

"Yeah, let's do it! Really earn that latte." In your usual fashion, your demeanor changed on a dime to hyper enthusiasm, unlacing your hand from Max's and placing both hands firmly on the wheel.

"You earned that before we even got in the car." He stretches his arm across the back of your seat, placing a sentimental gaze on you. You turn toward him in a way that required you to lean your head back slightly, and flash that big beautiful smile he adores. "I love you." His head jerks toward you a little, waiting for your answer.

"I love you, too." You pucker after your words, receiving the kiss Max was craving to give you. It was simple, but it was lingering. He has always loved your lips, so his heart squeezed when they turned up into a grin for him as you got amped to continue driving. "Alright, let's get on with it!"

"Alright." He takes another second to watch you, his cute, bouncy, determined and all around amazing girlfriend, before continuing his instruction.

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"The fact that the latte was amazing AND had The Little Mermaid art on top makes my driving struggles worthwhile." You skip out of the cafe door that Max held open for you, thanking the employees as you leave, camera trained on your face.

"It was good?" Max also waved a polite, silent goodbye as you two walked back to the car that was parked in a spot along a surprisingly empty road.

"Yeah! It was a sea salt caramel latte and it didn't have too much coffee flavor but I can still feel a buzz." You grab onto his hand and swing it wildly, turning under his arm like you were tangoing as you waited for the signal to walk across the street. For it to be a Saturday, the roadway that had picturesque little shops along the side was almost clear, sans a few straggling teens and some cars driving by.

"That's the last thing you need. I don't know why you insist on getting drinks with coffee anyway if you don't like the taste of coffee." The signal finally changed and you and Max crossed the street, vlog camera still recording, but just getting a lower angle shot of you two walking.

"You can have so much fun with the flavors of coffee drinks. And you know energy drinks are hit and miss with me." You lift your camera once across, you gauging the short distance to the car before talking, speaking through your teeth in a mock wince. "Sorry, Red Bull." You stop the recording and turn off your camera now just wanting to take in your surroundings hand in hand with your boyfriend.

"Yeah, I know." He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, which he pulls out to see he received a text from Lando.

Lando

Do you and Yn want to come hang tonight?

Me and some friends decided to just go out tonight

Don't know who all is coming yet tho

What do you say?

And tell Yn I said hello and that I love her more than you do 😁

"Why does he text like this? All these messages…" Max removes his hand from yours but sticks out his elbow so you're able to wrap your arm around his. You guys stop walking for a moment, since you were basically at the car, while Max goes to answer whatever question is hidden in his myriad texts. "Would you want to go out tonight with Lando?" He looked down to his side for your response, which was almost immediate excitement.

"Yes! Let's go out! I love hanging out with Lando." You sway with Max's arm in tow as he types out his response.

Max

Okay, we'll come.

"Okay, we'll go. Now please, I need this arm." His plea held fake exhaustion, causing you to laugh a laugh that was music to his ears. As you guys finally approached the car, you could hear people down the sidewalk calling to get your guys' attention.

"Oh my God, it is him!" Two young men both looking around 25 approached you two with excitement in their demeanor. "Max, we love you, mate. That Red Bull has been crazy dominant!"

Max could feel you trying to move behind him a bit, but for you this was just because you knew these guys were here to see Max so you didn't want to get in the way. For Max the rudeness due to their lack of acknowledgement to your presence was strike 1. "Thanks, you guys. But listen, we have to get going-"

"Hey do you think we could get a picture with you real quick?" When the phone started to be handed to you, Max was ready to snatch your hand up and leave immediately, but seeing you reach for it, okay and eager to take a picture of the boyfriend she is immensely proud of and his fans, he simmered down, enough to take a decent picture with the two men before they excitedly walked off after thanking you.

"They were kinda nice." Max walks you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you, grunting in faux agreement. "I don't think they knew who I was, though." Your words came out as a giggle because you were truly amused with the situation, but Max just closed the door, gently and hiding his stone face as he does.

"If they did they would have acted like fucking saints." Max mumbles to himself, walking around to the driver's side. He pauses, taking a deep breath and actively working to relax his face, knowing the scowl would affect your mood too, and realizing a new annoyance that has emerged for him. There are people out there who think that you are something less than the best thing to have come into his life.

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landonorris you don't want to know what happens when Yn has vodka

>mercfantasies What happens when she has vodka????

>babygurlyn No one will know what happens when Yn has vodak 😐😐😐

> landonorris The walls have ears 👀

maxandynfan Max in your new vid 😭😭 you could've warmed us about how sweet he was

> babygurlyn I told you guys Max is nothing but a big softy 🥰 (And don't listen to him when he says he's not)

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You made sure you had your items, small purse on your arm, large pink chunky-knit sweater over your arm, a pink that matched the mid rise Nike Court Royales that you wore with a black tennis skirt and white blouse, phone locked in both hands as you bent under the rope in the garage separating visitors from the rest of the garage. You knew that it would have been more comfortable and easier watching from the Paddock Club area or the motorhome, but Max insisted you stay in the garage, and you didn't mind because you liked being this close to the action, and it was easier to get to parc ferme and the podium by just by exiting the garage. So you found yourself walking out of the garage, hugging people and cheering along as everyone celebrates another win for Max. No matter what anyone says, for you every win is so exciting because you know the work he has put in to achieve this. The top three cars park and you are able to reach and hug Max, making a face at him to joke about how he stunk from his sweat and then shooing him off for the post-race interview, and as you did you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see a young guy and girl. The girl had her phone in her hand and the guy a small microphone, the ones that can clip onto the shirt.

"Hi, I'm Jackson and this is my girlfriend, Catherine. Do you have time to do a quick interview with us?" The guy, Jackson, asked you close to your ear, to which you nod in agreement. You and Max have been dating just over a year, and you can count the number of people that have approached you to speak to you on one hand, maybe two if you added exceptions.

"I would love to do an interview, Jackson." You were able to answer without having to yell in his ear, since the cheering has died down as third place is interviewed.

"Please, you can call me Jack." He points to Catherine and gives her a thumbs up, which you assumed was to signal for her to start recording, because after counting down to 1, Jackson begins to introduce himself and you, to which you give a spritely wave to the phone that Catherine was smiling behind. "So, Yn, you have been with Max for almost 2 seasons, seen so many of his wins, have you gotten used to them now?" Jack's eyes shifted between you and the phone as he spoke, and once he was done he brought the small microphone closer to you.

"Oh, no. Every race is different. Even if it is the same race during a new season, the conditions are different, and I see the work Max puts in first hand, so I am always very proud of him with every win." You smile toward Jack and then the camera.

"You know, with what can be seen as a severe lack of action due to Red Bull dominance, people have turned their focus to other news in the F1 sphere, one of which being the relationship between you and Max." Though more comment than question, the small mic is gestured toward you for input.

"Oh, well, I'm flattered. I hope it's mostly good things." You could feel a shift in the tone of the interview, which was confirmed by the confused look being given by Catherine from behind the recording phone.

"There has been good stuff, yes, but the most discussion and discourse has been over how different you two seem to be from each other." Again the microphone is thrusted toward you.

"I-well, yeah, we're different from each other, but I think that helps us. We get to learn from each other." Your smile has officially started to fade as Jack continues to speak.

"Not just the differences between you and Max, but the difference between you and his previous girlfriends." Your eyebrows were officially furrowed, confused by the implication.

"I don't think I know what you mean." The further you got into this interview the more the outside world began to be shut out, so of course you didn't feel Max's eyes trained on you, post interview and supposed to be headed to the cool down room, but instead he watched.

"People just don't understand how he could go from dating high class models and daughters of previous racers to you. You're so different from his previous girlfriends, what do you think it is about you that drew him in?" Your head tilted, really trying to figure out the point of the question, face softening into disappointment as you slowly start to realize the micro aggression in the comment.

"Well, I-i don't-um-" You jump at the feeling of an arm wrapping around your waist, giving Max a sad smile when you look in the direction of the arm.

"What's going on here?" Max uses his grip on your waist to pull you behind him, and switches to holding your hand.

"Max! Great race-" Jack goes to clap Max on the shoulder, be Max leans away, anger still consuming him.

"No, don't change the subject. What is going on? Why does it look like my girlfriend is about to cry?" Max relaxed the hand that held yours so you could mess with his hand, but still had a scowl on his face.

"I was just seeing what she had to say about-um-ha. You know what it's-" Jackson was starting to bail, motioning to Catherine to stop recording, which she does but she stays put, face enraged as she watches her boyfriend make a stupid decision.

"No, don't leave. Whatever you were talking to my girlfriend about you can talk to me about cause you were obviously upsetting her." You still held on to Max's hand, but the insinuation made during your conversation was already clicking, and you didn't like what you heard.

"Fine! She just acts so childish and ditzy! No one understands why you're with her!" With that final declaration, everyone within earshot and paying attention to conversation was shocked. You, though wide eyed, were hurt, a small seed of doubt now attempting to worm its way into the mental security you had in your relationship with Max, but feeling him suddenly jerk his right hand away room your grip provided enough of a momentary distraction.

"Fuck you." The two simple words were followed by a punch that dropped the guy. You hear gasps coming from multiple directions, making you guys realize you weren't the only one experiencing this, but this was the last thing on Max's mind. He looks up at Catherine. "Is he your boyfriend?" He was shaking out his hand, stretching his fingers and gingerly touching what will inevitably be bruised knuckles.

"Not anymore. I knew he was an asshole sometimes, but this is a new low." She shakes her head down at Jack, who was now being tended to by a nearby marshall who saw, and luckily heard, everything, and was nodding in agreement.

"Good for you." Max finally looks away from his hand to turn his attention to you. "Come on, let's head back." Max then reaches out for your hand with his currently painfully red right hand, which you grasp instinctively, planning to make the grip a bit softer, but having to hold on more as he whisks you back to the Red Bull crowd, putting you with Geri and Christian.

"Where have you been?" Christian's question was frantic and directed toward Max as Geri swipes caringly at your white blouse.

"Doesn't matter." The answer mildly shocks everyone, showing that Max is running on pure adrenaline at the moment. He looks back at you. "Are you okay?"

You nod quickly at his answer, sad and tired doe eyes looking up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Well…now I'm worried you might get sued." As you spoke Max gathered you in a tight side hug and kissed your forehead.

"I fucking dare them." He says this with a flat neutral face, and then a grin suddenly appears once he looks toward you. "Love you." He leans down to place a kiss on your lips.

"Love you, too" You responded, tipping your head up toward you to get one last kiss before Max quickly makes his way into the cool down room for the last few minutes, joining Lewis and Charles.

"Where have you been, man?" Lewis was stationed by the stand holding his helmet, taking a long swig of water after his inquiry. Charles sat silently in one of the chairs, uncaring of the number indicating who it's supposed to be, also looking at Max quizzically. Max puts a finger up and watches the cameras in the room, waiting for them to be shut off indicating that filming has now been directed to the podium.

"I had to help Yn with something. Someone was being an asshole to her" He stretches his abused hand, bruising already starting.

"You punched someone?" Charles gets up and heads to the exit so the three can head to the podium. Max doesn't answer the question verbally, just looks up from his hand at him and lets a satisfying grin replace the flat expression on his face.

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"Baby, you're never this quiet. And it's been since we got back." You were sitting on the couch in his gaming room that sat behind his sim set up, hyper focused playing Mario Kart on your Nintendo Switch.

"I- I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." You mumble your answer, only half listening to Max's concern as you play your game.

"Yn, turn off the game and listen to me." You just press pause and look up to your left to place focus on Max, but Max wanted your undivided attention so he walked around to sit next to you, plucking the game from your hands and turning it off. When you didn't protest, he knew something was really wrong. "You have not been yourself, Yn."

"What, I'm supposed to be "childish" and "ditzy" all the time?" You snap, crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact.

"That's what it is." Max nods to himself and then uses the arm that he had outstretched along the back of the couch to tilt your head onto his shoulder. "You can't let the opinion of one person get to you, Love." Though meant to be comforting, Max's words just annoy you, making you lift your head from his shoulder and stand from the couch, pacing back and forth.

"But it's not the opinion of one person, it's the opinion of multiple people, apparently. I'm not sophisticated enough. I'm not mature enough. I'm not classy. I'm an airhead." You fight tears that prick at your eyes after using your fingers to list off comments you saw online. Max gets up from the couch to stop your pacing, lifting your head with his large hands and kissing a tear that got away. "I don't want to be a bad reflection on you, Max."

"You could never. Yn I am not exaggerating when I say that you are the best thing to ever come into my life. Okay?" You nod, but Max was not content with the lack of eye contact you've continued to maintain. "Yn?"

"Hmm?" You finally look up at Max when he calls your name, a soft grin briefly appearing on his face before disappearing.

"You know, I don't think just telling you will do anything." You hold the eye contact and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I think that I am going to have to fuck into my lovely girl's head exactly how perfect she is. What do you think?" The grin was back, but presented more like a shit-eating grin. The confusion and anger you felt moments ago was brushed away, replaced by shock and arousal, and all you could truly do in the moment was nod. "You can be quiet now, but I'm gonna need you to speak up later on, okay?" Another nod from your blank faced head makes Max chuckle before kissing you again, harder, deeper, his tongue invading your mouth and, like a good little girl, you copied the motions, and when he pulled away you had a bright smile on as your teeth took hold of your bottom lip. Max could see in your eyes that your demeanor was softening, focusing on the pleasure that was incoming for you, but he wanted to go a bit slower, really wanting to emphasize the affirmations and confidence building that is supposed to take place. "Can I take this off of you?" You nod and Max slowly lifts the oversized shirt above your head, dropping it to the floor when he sees what’s underneath. A sheer pink bra with flower detailing, your nipples visible through the fabric. “What’s this?” Max was like a kid on Christmas morning, looking at a tree full of presents from the stairwell.

“I didn’t feel that great this morning so I put this set on because it's my favorite and makes me feel pretty.” You rock on your feet during your explanation, hands behind your back, pushing your chest out.

“Set?” You nod, gentle grin on your face. “Show me.” You follow directions, shimmying out of the tight shorts you had on to display the matching pink, flower detailed thong you had on. “Oh, you do look pretty, lovely girl. But you're always pretty.” Max gets an idea on the direction he want to take things. “You know what? Repeat that.” He grasped your hands, backing up to the couch and sitting down, bringing you in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m pretty?” You twist your head to the side, lips in a small pout and face confused. Max runs his hands up your arms and brings them to your waist.

“Mhm. Again.” His eyes were trained on your breasts, bringing his right hand to your left breast to cup it and run his thumb over the nipple through the fabric of your bra.

“I’m pretty.” You say it as a statement this time, but still tainted with uncertainty.

“Yes you are. Again.” Max instructs, looking you in the eye, hand still fondling your breast.

“I’m pretty.” You say it with a grin this, breath hitching when his hand moves up to run along your entire boob.

“That’s my lovely girl.” You smile a little brighter at the accolade and subconsciously run your eye up and down Max’s torso. “You want me to take it off?” You nod, pussy clenching at the simple action of Max asking what you wanted from him. “You’ve gotta ask then, my love. Use your words.”

“Can you take your shirt off, please.” You squeaked out, then inadvertently bringing him closer to your chest when you begin to mess with your nails.

“Of course I can.” And so he leans away from you and manually removes your hands from his shoulders, which you subtly frown at, but the loss of contact didn’t matter once the solid build of your boyfriend’s torso became visible, hands magnetically drawn to his shoulder and rubbing down his back. “Happy.” You nod, the gentle grin settling on your face again. “Now, let’s see…” His hands go back to glancing over your sides. “You… are… intelligent. Repeat that.” His hands have now strayed to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m-ah-intelligent.” You do as you’re told, shock when you feel the pads of Max’s fingers drag across your clit, exposed since he pushed the fabric soaked in your juices to the side.

“That okay?” Max looks up at your wide eyed face and you nod, which prompts Max’s fingers to touch you, stirring up wetness that he uses to caress your clit. “Again.”

“I’m intelligent.” You place your hands firmly on Max’s shoulders as the sensation from your clit being stimulated had your knees starting to get weak and caused you to grind into Max’s hand.

“Yes, you are very intelligent, my eager little baby.” Max is able to stop you from rocking your hips and pulls away his hand, sucking your slick from his fingers. “You want my thigh instead? So you can rest those legs a bit.” You nod as you lower yourself onto his thigh, exposed since he was wearing shorts. You move the fabric of your panties to the side to be able to drag your clit along the muscle ridges of your boyfriend’s thigh, that sensation making you wetter which made Max harder, tenting his athletic shorts. “That’s my smart, pretty little horny girl. Get off on my leg, baby.” Max’s praise and encouragement makes you hump his leg harder, whimpering, trying to satisfy the amplified desire that resulted from his words. “Now, what can you think of to say, lovely girl?

“Can’t think…” You hug into the crook of his neck, still whimpering at the feeling, but Max reaches back to remove your face from his neck so you can look into his eyes.

“Yes you can. I know you can. Think…” The face that you had, mouth hung open, brows knitted together, only made Max harder as he waited for you to speak.

“I…am…classy.” You keep riding his thigh, moaning when Max bounces his leg once.

“Again.” His hands were back on your body, migrating back up toward your boobs.

“I’m classy.” Your words begin to slur and the motion of your hips more erratic and irregular.

“Good. Good job, lovely girl.” He looks up at your face, eyes closed and head rolling as you concentrate on the excruciatingly slow building climax. “What else?” Max had removed a hand from your body to push down the hem of his shorts and boxers down to free his dick, already dripping pre-cum on his stomach.

“I’m not an airhead.” You were whining your words now, hands past Max’s face and holding onto the back of the couch, pink sheer bra now taunting him.

“You’re not, my love. Fuck. I promise you.” Max runs his thumb along his raging pink tip then begins to pump himself, watching your flustered face intently.

“Maxie, ‘m gonna cum.” You brought your face back to his neck and continued the erratic pace of your hips, but your declaration caused Max to let go of his dick and use his hands on your hips to stop your movements. “Please…” This word was moaned from your lips, your endearing neediness making Max’s heart flutter, liking the fact that he’s the one satisfying your whiny pleas.

“Hold on, baby. Get up.” As you do, Max watches a string of wetness stretch from his thigh to your partially covered pussy. He then frantically pushed down his shorts and underwear, kicking them who knows where, and brings his hands back home to your hips, hooking his fingers onto your underwear but then removing them, grinning up at you. “You take them off, my love.” At this point all you wanted was to feel Max, inside and out, so you wiggle out of your thong, but as you reach back to remove your bra, the feeling of Max’s hand on your thigh stops you. “Keep it on if it makes you feel pretty, baby. But let me just…” Max reaches out to your breasts, pushing the pliable fabric out of the way, leaving your exposed boobs to be outlined by the pink fabric and the covered wiring of the bra.

“I look pretty?” There it went, your mind on the back burner as the only thing you can think of is getting on Max’s lap so you can bury his hard cock deep inside you. Max knew his words had to be careful now, as you were more sensitive in this state, but he still wanted to get it through to you that you were the only one for him.

“Yes you do, baby. Come here.” He brings you closer by your waist, holding on tighter as you climb on the couch, straddling him and then finally lowering down on him, whimpering at how deep he was and how full you felt. You tucked your head into his neck again, this time he gives in for a moment, not moving his hips at all, but bringing his fingers down to gently circle your engorged clit. “Come on, I want to see my pretty girl’s lovely face. Can you do that for me?” You nod into his neck and then slowly pull back to be face to face, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, drawing Max in to kiss them. It was slow yet sloppy, and when you guys pulled back from each other, your lips were shiny from the spit. “Beautiful.” Max starts to slowly drag his hips into you, enjoying the fucked out face that you had even after just riding his thigh. Praises in English and Dutch came as a whisper from his lips, heads press against each other.

“Wanna suck on smthn…” You request between little whimpers, to which Max obliges by bringing his right hand to your jaw so his thumb could trace your lips before you opened your mouth for it.

“You look so pretty sucking on my thumb, bouncing on my dick.” While one hand was occupying your mouth, the other hand had a firm grip on your ass, helping you move up and down, but most of your movement was assisted by the slight bounce of the couch. As he watches the concentration you had, trying your hardest to get to that edge, he decided he wanted to give your brain something else to do. "Say you're pretty, baby." You initially go to take his thumb out of your mouth to say it, but he insists otherwise. "Say it around my thumb, love."

"I'm pwetty." You repeated, wide eyes boring into his, bringing your hands up to wrap them around his wrist.

"Good. Ah, fuck." Max stopped his thrusting for a moment but you didn't stop your bouncing, rocking your hips into his waist, getting well needed friction to your clit from it rubbing his pelvis. "Say-fuck-say your smart."

"I'm smawt." Again you repeated, this time face a bit more strained as your body gets to that familiar ledge.

"You deserve me, baby. I'm the one that doesn't-ah- deserve you." Max starts thrusting again, taking the hand that was on your butt and pushing locs that hung in front of your face behind your ear.

"I desewve you." You just mindlessly repeat the part of the sentence that you knew was for you, bouncing, chasing your climax.

"Fuck, yes you do baby. I'm so happy you're mine, my love." He removes his thumb from your mouth so he is able to use both hands to grip your waist to move you, and you whimper because of the emptiness in your mouth. "I want to hear all of the pretty noises you make when you cum."

"Wanna cum…gonna come-ah. Ah!" A quick succession of moans and whines accompanied your climax, it eventually all becoming too much, causing you to fall forward into his chest, still whimpering. Max pulls his dick out of you slowly, trying hard not to stimulate you past your limit.

"Shhh-shit-give me one moment and I'll help you, pretty girl. Just relax." He keeps one hand on your back, fingers running along your spine as he uses his other hand to finish himself off, letting out sharp breaths as strings of cum shoot lazily onto his hand. After he comes down from his own high, he starts to coo you back from your subspace, letting you know how well you did, reinforcing what he had you repeat earlier, asking what you wanted him to bring back from the kitchen. Once he feels you've come down enough, he fixes your bra then picks up your oversized shirt from the floor and pulls it over your head, then goes to clean himself up enough to put his clothes back on and comes back to clean you up and make sure you drink the water he brought you. The rest of the night you guys cuddled on that couch, deciding to just sleep there for the night, and Max held you tight to his body, trying to physically protect you from the words that caused you so much mental anguish. He laid there, thinking, and decided that when you wake up, he's suggesting you delete Twitter.

#black reader #request #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x black!reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x black!reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 fake text #f1 smut #f1 smau #f1 imagines

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bengiyo · 2 months

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Hi, i'm a newish bl drama watcher from thailand that just started watching thai bls. i'm a bit ashamed to say that for a long time as a gay man living here i've been avoiding bl shows like the plague cuz of both the fandom reputation and of misconception from my yaoi era which i leave far behind. i'm just want to ask how did you got into watching thai bls and what were you preconception before you got into it.

Welcome to the Tumblr side of BL fandom. I'd actually like to also hear more of your experience with yaoi and BL as a gay person growing up in Thailand if you're willing to share.

For me, I'm a Black American from the Gulf Coast (the South). I grew up in a Catholic city and spent my entire adolescence in the closet. Despite having a sense of who I was as early as 8 years old, I kept most of that to myself. Because I didn't talk about it much with people, I found out most information about queer media and queerness from the internet.

I entered BL via queer cinema. I think the first explicitly gay character that I remember from TV was Marco from Degrassi: The Next Generation. There were probably others, and definitely more subtle expressions, but when I think about the oldest gay character I remember and connect to, it's Marco. I don't like counting things like shipping Shawn and Corey on Boy Meets World or Tai and Matt on Digimon for oldest gay characters. Sailor Moon can't even count because we got a censored version of it in America.

I got access to satellite television away from observing eyes around age 16 and started watching content on Logo back when they aired gay content regularly. I watched basically whatever I could late at night. It's how I saw movies like Get Real (1998), Beautiful Thing (1996), and Bent (1997). It's also how I saw Queer as Folk (2000-2005) Noah's Arc (2005-06).

After hitting adulthood I mostly got lost in video games and standard American TV for a while, but I did basically show up to any Gay Event in TV. I appreciate that Stef and Lena from The Fosters (2013-2018) were some of the only TV lesbians to survive the horror of 2016.

I watched a bunch of movies in this time, many of which appear on the Queer Cinema Syllabus I made for a hypothetical Westerner new to BL and queer cinema, which @wen-kexing-apologist has decided to try to complete.

I got into Thai BL in 2018 accidentally. I started seeing gifsets of Kongpob telling Arthit he'll make him his wife passing around Tumblr and was basically like, "Right, what's all this then?"

I had watched a few Thai gay films, mostly notably Love of Siam (2007), Bangkok Love Story (2007), How to Win at Checkers Every Time (2015), and The Blue Hour (2015), but this was the first time I was seeing a long series made available so easily from any Asian country.

From there I got into Make It Right (2016-17) and Love Sick the series (2014). Once I realized that yaoi had moved beyond manga and a few anime adaptations, I went looking for a lot more. I basically haven't left since I started in about 2016 with SOTUS.

There's my basic entry into the genre. I don't think I was as worried about fandom and worries at the time because so much of being a fan of queer cinema was a mostly-private experience for me for so long. I didn't realize that BL fans active in the space would predominantly be women or queers figuring themselves out. It took a while to adjust to that, and also to adjust my expectations of the kinds of queer stories BL distributors were willing to fund.

That being said, I tend to agree with @absolutebl that BL has a useful role in normalization for non-queer audiences who encounter it. I like cheering BL when it does things I think work really well, and also deriding it when I think it does things that are offensive to help nudge the genre and offer my perspective as a gay man.

I like the place we're at right now where there's way too much to watch for any person with other hobbies and responsibilities because it means that people can pick and choose what's to their tastes.

More often than not, I'm probably most-invested in something airing from Japan because of my melancholy nature, but there's so much variety these days that it's okay if you don't like everything. I certainly don't!

I'm glad you joined us on Tumblr and look forward to your thoughts!

#answered #thai bl #fandom life #about me

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wreckedandpolemic · 4 months

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helloo can you write something on actress readerxmatty? 👉👈

sorry u sent this 103747294 million years ago i Hope ur still around to see this

(minors dni) but i’ve had a problematic age gap celebrity reader idea bouncing around my mind palace for soo long like i'm picturing you're in your early twenties and on top of the world <3 just starred in your breakout role, it girl of the summer type stuff. and you're close friends with another younger artist matty's been working with, so you hear all these stories about him and 'i think you'd really like him, babe, honestly!' with a look. and, look, you're not not interested, but you just got out of a shitty relationship, and your career is really taking off, and– good god, he's hot.

he's visibly older than you, greying a little, all sharp lines and tattoos and vintage leather, a sly smile pulling at his lip when he catches you staring. he raises his glass to you, tilting his head in invitation. as if by some magnetic pull, your feet carry you into the seat beside him.

"hi," you say, waving down the bartender and ordering yourself a cocktail. "i'm a friend of thea's," you tell him, before he thinks you're some kind of stalker.

his mouth drops in an 'o' of recognition. "oh, shit," matty chuckles. "you're the girl from the... the film!" his face splits in a stupidly gorgeous grin, and you're sold, like you're a teenager with a crush all over again.

you raise an eyebrow, fighting to maintain your composure. "you saw it?"

"yeah," he says, eyes flickering down to your lips and sending a thrill skittering up your spine. "you were really good." from the way he's undressing you with his eyes, he's thinking about the shot of your tits. "i'm matty, by the way," he adds.

"i know," you grin. matty watches you curiously and you lean closer, turning your best bedroom eyes on him. he takes the bait, pink tongue flickering out to wet his lips unconsciously.

you expect him to be gone the next morning, expect the lingering memory of his hands on your skin to fade to a story you'll dramatise to your friends. and when his side of the bed is cold, you resolve to move on with your day, not to dither on your conversation, on his laugh, on his head between your thighs. then, he sticks his head around your door, hair mussed and dressed in nothing but boxers. you break into a smile, warmth flooding your chest. god, you really are like a teenager with a crush.

"morning, love," he grins, his voice low and thick with sleep. "where d'you keep your coffee?"

you blink in disbelief, the mundane, domestic question an impossibility rattling through your cynical mind. "it's, uh..." you sit up, raking a hand through your tangled hair. "i'll show you."

you spend the summer falling wildly, dramatically in love, like something out of one of your early, low-budget indie films. but, leaves change, summers end, real life comes creeping back in. you're shooting on location through september, thousands of miles away on a packed schedule, practically tearing your hair out trying to find time for him between filming and interviews and reshoots and whatever the fuck else is grappling for your attention.

the sky is overcast when you land. fitting. your co-star is a tall, blond, all-american type. the kind of man your fans, your agent, and even your parents are falling over themselves to see you date. so, naturally, you hate him. he's brash, abrasive in a way that's supposed to be charming but just comes off self-aggrandising. you grit your teeth and smile through it – you love your job, and you're having fun with the movie, but every second you spend playing at falling in love in soft, sunny los angeles makes you ache for sharp, rainy england and the man waiting there for you.

it's october by the time you get a few days to yourself, driven to distraction by tinny phone calls and grainy facetimes and nothing but your hand between your legs. you've been shooting the same kiss scene from a dozen angles for hours, desperately aggravated by your co-star's grin every time you pull apart, like he's just waiting for you to fall for him, and by knowing that matty is somewhere over the atlantic right now, inching closer by the second.

you're unfocused, and you can tell you're throwing the shoot, wasting daylight. ultimately, you're only prolonging your suffering (bit dramatic, but, hey, that's what you're paid for), but you've never been more grateful to have a director glare directly at you while wrapping. you nod dutifully as he gives his notes, the words going in one ear and straight back out the other, chased out by the singular thought circling your brain: in a few hours, none of this is going to matter because you'll have matty back.

you book it to the hotel, practically diving into the shower to to scrub yourself clean of your co-star's spidery hands. matty texts you that he's landed, and your body hums with anticipation as you get dressed. well, 'dressed' might be a stretch. a scrap of white lace clings to your waist, the matching babydoll dress doing nothing to protect your dignity. smirking to yourself, you snap a photo of your garter belt and the stockings clipped on, and send it to him. hurry please xx, you add. his reply is immediate. fuck. you're killing me.

the minutes tick by agonisingly slowly, every second weighing on you like a physical pain. finally, after what feels like hours, there's a soft tap at your door. you fluff your hair in the mirror, wiping at a smudge in your lipgloss with a thumb. taking your time while knowing matty's only feet away from you is excruciating, but there's still something delicious about making him sweat. he knows it too, playing your game and waiting instead of using his own key.

the moment you open the door, his mouth is on yours, hungry, open-mouthed kisses stealing the breath from your lungs. you luxuriate in the taste of him, familiar and intoxicating. "thank god," you mutter against his lips as he pulls away. "i was starting to forget what being kissed is supposed to feel like." something dark glitters in his eyes, spurring you on. "spent all day with that prick trying to chew my face off."

"well," he begins, jealousy scraping in his tone. "i guess we'll have to find a way to help you forget, then."

"mmm, is that so?" you whisper, taking a calculated step back. "how are you gonna do that, healy?"

the words die in his throat at the sight of you, his gaze burning as it roams over every inch of your skin, arousal pooling in your core and dripping between your legs. "you look..." he fumbles for words as you grin.

"i know."

#trying out this format idk how i feel #theres a million ideas for how to continue this bouncing around my brain rn im just putting some feelers out for how u guys like it #suggestions welcome Of course #literally wrote this on a whim in my drafts in 2 sittings hfkdsjsk #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #writing #actress!au #anonymous #request #requests #blurb

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party in the usa || charles leclerc

-> summary: after charles gets p2 in the Las Vegas GP (obvi 2023), they go and celebrate

-> pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

-> a/n: for those who don't know, chéri in French means darling, and ma beauté means my beauty

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As the end of the race was nearing, y/n was in the ferrari garage watching her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, about to finish. He was just behind Max Verstappen in second place with Sergio Pérez trailing behind him. She was crossing her fingers hoping he'd still land second place. Her eyes were glued to the multiple screens that displayed the race on television. Max crossed the finish line, then the sound of loud cheers filled the room. Charles had finished second followed by Sergio.

She could hear the screams and cheers over the muffy headphones I was wearing. Her face lit up with a large smile and clapped her hands together seeing him finish. Immediately she rushed over to greet Charles at the podium before all of the front-row spots were taken.

Y/n got pushed and shoved through the crowd of people but still made it against the barricade standing in the front row. Few minutes passed by and Charles's car pulled up in the 2nd place spot.

He got out of the car and stood on top of it looking at the people, hearing them cheer for him. Charles got out of the car and took off his helmet and balaclava searching the crowd for one person, y/n. Everyone could tell he spotted her once his eyes connected with hers, his mouth formed a wide smile.

Charles rushed over to y/n and immediately put his arms around her as she did the same. He kissed her on her forehead and then on her lips. They share a soft kiss before they pull apart from each other.

"I'm so proud of you chéri," she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, ma beauté," he whispered back to her, "after this is all over, we're going to find somewhere and we're going to celebrate this moment!"

Charles gave her another soft kiss before heading off to the podium. He mouthed to her 'I'll see you soon' as he walked away from y/n and blew her a soft kiss.

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After the big celebration, y/n was waiting for Charles in his driver's room. When we walked in he was covered in champagne and confetti. She walked up to him and gave him another big hug.

"I love you so much," she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you too, ma beauté," he wrapped an arm around her waist and held his trophy in the other.

They shared a wholesome moment before Charles pulled away. "We're going to drink and celebrate this," Charles spoke to her.

He checked the time on his watch. It was either very late at night or early in the morning. "What time is it?" She asked him.

"1 am," he replied, "perfect timing for drinks." Both y/n and Charles smiled at each other.

"I'm going to go get changed. You stay here and when I come back we're going to party because you know what those Americans say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He chucked softly and she let out a giggle.

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." She repeated and smiled at him.

Charles walked off to get changed. Y/n sat in the driver's room looking around and scrolling through her Instagram feed waiting for Charles to come back. He came back after fifteen minutes and she looked up from her phone and saw him smiling at her. "Ready, ma beauté"

She nodded got up from her chair and walked beside him. Charles wrapped his arm around her waist and held y/n close to him as they walked to his car. They got to the car and he drove off to the nearest bar that was open. Which was nearby, considering it was Las Vegas.

Once he pulled into the parking they both got out and walked inside. To Charles's surprise, he saw a fellow teammate and some other drivers. Carlos, George, Lewis, and a few other drivers.

"Ah! Look who showed up to the party, mate!" George said.

Charles smiled and let out a soft chuckle hearing the Brits comment. Still walking hand in hand with y/n.

"There's no better place to celebrate one of the last races of the season than in Las Vegas!" The Brit exclaimed wrapping his arm around his girl. The group laughed at his comment.

"He's right, chéri," y/n spoke to Charles softly, "let's celebrate tonight."

Charles and Y/n both smiled at each other as everyone was having fun drinking, dancing, and some even flirting.

The time was about 3 almost 4 am and they were all still partying. Everyone had at least two drinks in them. Charles was holding y/n from behind with his hands around her waist. His head was resting against her shoulder.

Everyone heard the guitar riff and everyone was going nuts at 4 am. It didn't matter if they were British, Spanish, or even Monegasque. This song was something they all could relate to right now. Party in The USA.

Y/n turned around to face Charles and looked up at him. She heard the music and people singing in the background but she blurred it out looking into his eyes. Charles looked down at her smirking slightly and leaned down to kiss her.

They shared a long, soft, and passionate kiss. In the background, they could hear everyone singing until they kissed, and they all started cheering looking at Charles and y/n kiss.

All you could hear was "yeah, It's a party in the usa!" And it truly was a party in the usa.

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hiiii! I was wondering if you could write a Cody imagine?! The reader is Brock’s sister, and like a big name in the women’s division. When Cody returns they spark up a relationship, and no one knows which leads to her sitting and watching her brother just tear him apart. Then one night it goes too far, and she tries to save him and admits that they’re in love. Then Brock like makes her pick between the two of them!

IN ARMS, cody rhodes.

warnings: curse words, kissing, inaccurate events,

tags: awkward adults falling in love, brock being kinda evil (sorry cowboy), sexual implications, backstreet relationships

TO say the least, your older brother was definitely overprotective towards you. although you were the women's champion, in his eyes, you were still his little baby sister. at times, it got annoying because some people were intimidated by you. but you were the polar opposite of your brother. you liked people, you liked making new friends, and most important of them all, you were approachable. some people who didn't know never thought that you were the beast incarnate's little sister.

you were backstage, after your big fight with becky. the two of you were chilling backstage, putting ice on your bruises. "that's gonna hurt like a bitch." you pointed at her arm. "ya, you kicked the shit out of my arm!" she joked. "sorry, that's my job!" you laughed. you heard the door being opened by none other than seth rollins, who was going on stage for the next fight. "so, who are you fighting?" you asked the question.

"not your brother, i hope." he replied, stealing your water. "get your own damn water." you rolled your eyes. "nah, it can't be him. he's fighting your ex-boyfriend." you continued, earning a chuckle from the couple. "well ha ha, anyways we're going out. see you (y/n)!" becky and seth stood up, you hugged the two. "good luck!" you gave him a pat on the back.

as you walked the hallways on your own, you felt your legs tarting to ache more. "hey, (y/n)!" you saw roman greeting you. "where you going?" he asked. "i don't know, becks left me... so, just looking for company." "let's watch seth's match together." and there you were, watching the match with roman. your brother warned you about him being flirty, but you brushed it off. he was one of your closest friends backstage. "i swear, seth's entrances are always very extra." you commented, watching the monitor. "sometimes i'm jealous of his wardrobe." roman added.

no one knew who he was fighting. even you, one of the company's favorites, didn't know. "no fucking way." roman muttered. you zoned out for a second, turning back your attention to the monitor. "NO FUCKING WAY!" you repeated roman's sentences. "is that cody fucking rhodes?" you furrowed your brows. "he's back?" you nudged roman, who was still in awe. "it could be anyone, but i didn't expect it to be him." the black-haired man replied.

there he was, cody rhodes, the american nightmare. you have never worked with him, but he was so damn good looking with his bleached blond hair and his gear. needless to say, you looked forward to his return. the crowd went wild and you could feel that everyone was happy that he was back. you watched his early works in the wwe, his gimmicks were always enjoyable. you were in awe, seeing him being in the same company of you. "that dude is hot." you commented. "don't let your brother know, last time you said i was hot, got my ass beat really hard." roman said. "well, i'm sorry for having him as my brother!"

the night ended with a blast. everyone was satisfied with the match. cody's comeback left everyone speechless. it made you very excited to work with him. you went back to the locker room to gather all your things before going to the bus. but this time, the locker room wasn't empty. "oh, sorry! am i blocking your locker?" you jumped a bit, hearing an unfamiliar voice.

"no worries!" he scooted a bit, allowing you to collect your things. "i'm cody, by the way." you giggled at his sentence. "hi cody, i'm (y/n). i know who you are!" you shook his hand. "and i know who you are too, (y/n)." cody chuckled. "that was one hell of a comeback you did." you complimented him. "really? i was afraid that people were expecting someone else..." cody unwrapped his gloves, putting them inside his bag. "no one knew, so we're all quite surprised!" you assured him that he did great.

"are you riding back with us?" you asked him. "yeah i am, now that i'm out in the world." the two of you were walking back to the bus. "great! you should sit with me!" your positive and friendly attitude didn't match your brother's, he thought. "that would be great." he smiled. you kept on talking to him, finding yourself comfortable in the conversation.

the night went on and you couldn't stop talking to him, even after you got back to the hotel–the conversation continued. you were inside his hotel room, cracking jokes, when you heard your phone ringing. "listen, i'd love to continue this conversation, but i really need to go to my brother, he's been looking for me." you flashed him your lockscreen, 6 missed calls from brock. "oh, sorry! we got carried away. it was nice talking to you, (y/n)." you smiled at him. "is it okay if we exchange numbers? i haven't been talking to anyone. you're practically my first friend here." he asked, slightly hesitating.

"sure!" he walked you out of his room, with a big smile plastered on his face. "get some rest, cody. you did well tonight, welcome back." maybe it was your kind nature that made his heart beat faster than before. a pretty face, a kind soul, and an amazing wrestler–you were his dream girl. "thank you, (y/n). good night!" you gave him hug. "good night, rhodes!"

that wasn't your last encounter with the american nightmare. he was settled back in the game, meaning that you saw him every once in a while during work. he didn't have many colleagues, they were still getting used by his presence backstage, but he had you. you were well-known for your over-the-top kindness for new and old talents. so, it became a regular thing for you to accompany him whenever he was around. so people didn't find it weird when you had lunch with him or continuously play-fight with him backstage.

you grew closer than ever, closer than you and any other colleagues that you had. you had something to look forward to at work and it was the dashing man who was laying his head on your lap, playing with his phone before he had to go on stage. this backstage romance that you had stirring up was unknown to anyone except for the two of you.

little did you know, he was taking pictures of you dozing off. "you better delete that." you groaned. "but you look cute!" he pouted, showing you the picture. "rhodes, i swear i am going to kill you." "you sound a lot like your brother." ah yes, your brother. there had been several times that he almost caught you sneaking off to the american nightmare's locker room, but you simply said that you were going to visit seth.

it was well-known that your brother was the most intimidating wrestler wwe had nowadays. he had this menacing-like presence that caused everyone to stray away from his path, including cody. you heard a knock on the door, it was the backstage crew. "cody, you're up in 10!" "right!" every time you were in the room, you always locked the door, not wanting anyone to burst in and caught the two of you cuddling on the couch together. "you need to get ready, cody." he nodded, getting up from his position.

cody took off his sweatshirt, exposing his upper body as he was already wearing his work pants. you whistled at your sight, earning a groan from the blond wrestler. "stop flirting with me or i might just kiss you." he put on his shirt and tie. "all bark and no bite." the tension between the two of you lingered in the air. "really?" he sat down next to you, fixing his tie. "really-" your sentence was cut-off by him. there he was, kissing you, moving his body closer to yours. "all bark and all bite, baby." he chuckled.

that was the very first kissed that you shared with him and not your last. "did you just kissed me?" you were baffled. "and i'm gonna do it again." he said, a chuckle in between his words. you were obviously ecstatic by the thought of your 'colleague' kissing and holding you. "cody, you're up in 5! let's go!" yet again, you were interrupted by the stage crew. "you gotta go, cody."

"let's eat after this, i'm cooking." you smiled at him. "okay." you also stood up, helping him fix his suit. "you look good." you complimented, kissing his cheeks. "and you look too good to be single, (y/n)." he cracked a joke, opening the door. to your surprise, you saw a certain wrestler passing by. it was none other than your brother.

there was a quiet and painful silence between the three of you. "oh, hey brock!" you greeted him, slowly feeling your heart thumping faster. "i've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been- cody?" he looked at the man. "hey brock." cody greeted him as well. "what were you doing with her?" your older brother furrowed his eyebrows. "we were just talking. listen, i need to go on stage. i'll see you all later." cody practically ran to the entrance door, avoiding your brother.

"why were you with him? i keep on seeing you with him." you saw his expression and it was very intimidating to you. "i was just talking to him, jesus. don't worry about me." you shook your head. "i'm not worried, i just don't want anyone messing with you, if he messes with you, i'll break his legs." your gaze softened at your brother. "don't worry, bro. come one, let's get dressed. cody and i have nothing going on." and how wrong you were. there was definitely something going on between you and cody.

work was over and you were ready to get the hell out of this building. being in a tag-team with your brother meant that you were basically on his radar. thankfully, the company had something cooking up for him, meaning that was the last performance you gave as a duo. "where you going after this?" he asked, taking off his boots. "home." you lied. "ya want me to drive?" you shook your head. "no, i brought my car." you lied once again. "alright, drive safe."

you made sure no one was around you when you got inside cody's car. "live-streamed your good-byes being your brother's tag-team partner, got quite emotional." cody joked, causing you to ruffle his hair. "just say you're thankful that you're not gonna see him with me again." cody drove you to his house, knowing well you were tired enough from your fight. he didn't fight today, only delivering a promo for his upcoming rivalry with whoever it is that the company was setting him up with.

see, cody couldn't cook before he met you. you were a great cook and you helped him learn several things about being a masterchef in the kitchen. "this is actually good, finally." you spoke to him with a proud tone. "you? actually liking my food? is this the day that i can die peacefully?" you continued to eat your food. "anyways, did your brother say something about us?" us. his last word caused butterflies in your stomach.

"he didn't say anything, just threatened to break your legs if you mess with me." he choked on his chicken. "but don't worry, he's not a threat for us." some people might call you crazy for not being afraid of the brock lesnar, but you were his sister, you knew him. "so, how are you adapting?" you asked him. "it's good to be back honestly, i couldn't ask for more." he was genuinely glowing from happiness. "and i have you, so, i'm glad i met you." the two of you made eye-contact, slowly feeling your cheeks reddening from the conversation.

"are you always this flirty, rhodes?" "only to you, lesnar. wait, i take it back, (y/n). it sounds like i'm flirting with your brother every time i say your last name."

you were going to stay the night, like you usually do. you offered to wash the dishes, which cody was thankful for because he said he was going to fix something in his garage. you finished washing the dishes, sitting down on his couch, waiting for him to finish his business. "(y/n)! can you help me out here?" you heard his voice coming from the garage. "okay, wait!"

the garage was empty, cody wasn't there. "cody?" you called his name. "right here." you turned around and saw him holding a bouquet of lilies, your favorite flowers. your eyes widened in surprise. "uh?" you tilted your head in confusion. "i think it's obvious that i like you, (y/n). let me put it shortly, i like you and," he paused for a second, regaining confidence. "will you be my girlfriend?" the question was out and you were smiling like crazy. "of course i will."

your relationship made your bond stronger. you were practically living together already. your alarm woke you up from your deep slumber. "shit." you muttered under your breath. you quickly got dressed, looking for your shirt. "just wear one of mine, love." your new boyfriend watched as you tried to look for you shirt. "where are you going anyways?" he was still half-asleep. "we have a meeting with creatives today! i totally forgot." you quickly stole a small kiss on his lips. "see you later, baby."

"sorry, i'm not late am i?" the board meeting started. your brother was also there, clearly confused at your current disheveled state. "rhodes is running late, he said he had some issues with his car." you nodded, looking at the papers. the entire room was discussing about where your storyline might lead to.

cody came around, greeting people from the board. "now rhodes is here, let me lay down the plan." your boss said. "we're pinning rhodes and lesnar, not (y/n) but brock." you made eye-contact with cody, slightly panicking. it didn't take any random stranger to notice that brock took a dislike on cody after several encounters they had. it also didn't take any random person to notice that cody was definitely interested in you. "bring it on, blondie." brock grimacly chuckled, earning goosebumps on cody's skin.

to this day, people didn't know that you were already dating. cody was actually pretty nervous being pinned up to a storyline where he was facing your brother. it was brutal, you thought. your brother, on the other hand, was enjoying the time of his life. although it was all an act, you could tell that it was personal. you were watching the monitor, with roman right next to you. "i'd be pissed if i just came back like months ago and now i'm facing brock lesnar." roman joked.

"it feels like it's personal." roman repeated the thought you had in your mind. "huh?" you furrowed your brows, still focusing on your boyfriend being beaten up. "i don't know, i've been in the ring with brock. he always holds his punches, but this? seems like there's something going on between them." he chuckled. "my brother is just like that." you cringed, seeing cody being dropped on his back by your brother.

the camera stopped rolling and the two wrestlers went backstage. your first immediate response was to aid your boyfriend, it was a muscle memory already. "cody, are you alright?" he was limping on his right foot. "babe, i'm alright." you didn't realize your brother was standing behind the two of you. "babe?" he asked. a sheer panic ran through your spine. "uh..." you were speechless.

"is there something going on between you two?"

needless to say, things went downhill after that. you continued to deny about your relationship. but brock knew damn well that his opponent was dating his little sister. the punches he threw, the kicks he did, all felt personal. everyone thought it was all for the show, but cody and you knew that brock wasn't holding back his attacks.

it took you several shows to realize that cody's injuries after his shows were worse than before. "hold your arm out for me." you said. cody lifted his arm, adjusting his position. "okay, now hold on." you put ice on his injuries. "this is going out of hand." he only sighed. "i'm sorry." you apologized. "it's not your fault, love." cody leaned his head on your shoulder. "i guess your brother doesn't like us." he chuckled. "i need to tell him to stop making it personal."

the blond man shook his head. "no, it's okay." "it's not okay, cody. we both know the industry like the back of our hands, this isn't for the show anymore!" you slightly shouted. you were very concerned since they still had a long-running story. "i just can't stand seeing him beat the shit out of you almost every match." you confessed. "you don't need to worry about me, baby." his words calmed you down. "hell, i'll fight the entire roster for you."

"i love you and i'm sorry that my brother is tough to work with." "i love you too, please don't apologize. it's not your fault, we'll go through this together."

you had to come clean to your friends that you were in fact dating cody. "i can't stand this." you muttered under your breath, looking at the monitor. "i know, babes." becky sighed in frustration, pity in her eyes. "he's hurting him, it's not for the show anymore." seth added. "fuck, i can't stand this!" you quickly ran out of the locker room, not thinking straight.

"is- is that lesnar? that is (y/n) lesnar coming out of the backstage!" the commentator saw you sliding inside the ring. before brock could do more damage to your boyfriend, you quickly pushed him. you saw him smirking, knowing well how this would end. "stop it, brock!" you yelled, causing the crowd to go silent. "so, it's true then, (y/n)." brock spoke to the mic. "you really are dating him." the crowd gasped at his sentence. "yeah! i am and i love him!" you stood up, having a stare down while your boyfriend was still leaning on the ropes, his entire arm bruised.

cody looked at you, shaking his head, not want you to fight your brother for him. "(y/n), you either fight me or you help me fight your little boyfriend." brock once again spoke to the mic. you clenched your fist, trying your best to diffuse the situation. "who is she going to pick? her brother or her lover? this is some drama going on." the commentator said. "(y/n), fight brock!" "no, fight cody!" the crowd had mixed emotions towards your presence.

you took off your hoodie and threw it away, hearing the crowd go wild. "come on, bro. if you wanna get to him, you'll have to go through me."

a/n: hii! hope u enjoyed it!!! bc i heart cody so much damn that man is so sexy… requests are still open but i might not be posting very often bc i am currently busy w my exams <3!!

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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Little Things (Simon "Ghost" Riley + Reader "Crash") Platonic Headcanons

Part Three to Rough Start & Olive Branch

a/n: hey hey! been a minute, sorry about that ;-; also sorry that this is a bit shorter than usual but i might write some small fics about a few of these headcanons in the future. should be posting again sometime soon though! thank you so much for reading!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @itsscromp , @d4z01

Being friends with Ghost is like putting a puzzle together except all of the pieces are scattered. Finding some of them would bring you delight and while others give you a better understanding of the man. Throughout your long years of friendship, you come to an understanding that there will be pieces of him that you will never get to see, some forever gone. And yet, even if the puzzle is incomplete, you had most of it together. You’d rather have that than nothing at all

That being said, your first year with the team was quite good, besides the constant threat of almost dying and a certain member of the team being mean for almost half of it

But after bonding over knife throwing and tea for the last couple months, you and Ghost have grown close. To him, at least. From your perspective, after getting your new callsign, you felt like your relationship with him hasn’t progressed much

However, it’s the little things that you’ve noticed with him:

Like making your tea in the early morning. Half of the time you would join him and other times when your nightmares don’t show up, he’d leave your mug in the microwave

Knowing that you were raised in the Rocky Mountains, it kind of surprised him to learn that you hate the cold. So during missions in colder climates, after watching you shiver like a wet cat, he’d give you his extra pair of balaclava and gloves.

“It’s a little big on me” “Fine, give it back then” “No >:( “

Another thing that he does for you is taking your first watch during missions. In the first couple months when you joined, Soap and Gaz had a list of “Rookie Responsibilities” and of course one of them was to take the first watch. It wasn’t really mandatory but being a people pleaser, you did it anyway.

It went well at first but in the last couple months, Ghost noticed that you, in his words, looked like shit after missions. And of course, you’d volunteer for the first watch. Sometimes, when it was his turn, he’d find you somehow looking worse, giving him the frog blink and thumbs up, before watching you immediately pass out on the cot or couch.

You’d make a fuss when he would take the first watch and he had to basically pull rank to force you to go to sleep

Still calls you Rook/Rookie besides your callsign. Would sometimes call you Tiny and Mini-Me just to piss you off

Isn’t a surprise but Ghost is really observant. Knows your nervous ticks and honestly reads your emotions well. He didn’t do it before but he does check up on you

Head pats is a thing that he does. Used to do it to his nephew and Joseph would look up to him with his cheeks puffed and whining “Uncle Si!”. You’d have the same reaction except with calling him Uncle Si, you’d usually say “Ghost, what the fuck”

You find out that Ghost doesn’t like talking about family and Christmas. Hearing some bits of info from Price, it broke your heart to learn about the reasons why he’d always gone on missions during the holiday. But at the same time, you understood him

You kind of do the same thing, taking on missions instead of going on leave. Kind of surprised Ghost when hears that he’s going to get paired up and with you of all people

“I figured you’re the type to celebrate the holidays” “Oh, I am, Just didn’t want to see my dad, that’s all.”

He opens his mouth to comment but chooses to not say anything at all. He gives you a nod instead. Ghost understands your family dynamic, it mirrors his.

Would copy his accent to make fun of him over coms. Yes, it was very bad but it did make the team giggle. He hits you back with an equally horrible American accent that made you cry

He accidentally told you one of his favorite dishes during a stake out. He was listening to you talk on coms about how much you missed pizza and how you can’t wait to go back to base to make some, silently nodding in agreement.

“I would kill for a bubble and squeak right about now,” he thinks out loud, not realizing that his coms were on He became slightly concerned when heard you stop talking for a moment, before repeating to him, “A bubble and squeak?!” Even without seeing you, he can tell you had a big grin on your face, “I’m gonna keep quiet.” “No no, LT. I’m not making fun of you,” you assured him, “Tell me, what’s a bubble and squeak?” Ghost lets out an audible sigh before he gives you an explanation, “Basically mix some leftover mash, vegetables and roast and then fry it up in a pan." "Holy shit , that sounds delicious.”

Taught him some gen z slang because you notice that he would eavesdrop during your conversations with Soap and Gaz sometimes

Share the same type of humor. When you, Soap and Ghost got separated in Las Almas, they would hear you cackle on coms

Both of you wear your balaclavas as a second skin and would forget to take it off sometimes. Would sit in silence together as the rest of the team roast you for getting your masks wet with tea

Crash : “I have no soul. Have a nice day! :) “ Ghost : “I don’t have one either.”

Honestly, he finds you annoying but in a good way. Having you talk to him gives him the comfort that the relationship is improving but at the same time, he wants to smack you upside the head

That’s when he realize how much you remind him of his brother

When the queen died, Ghost wasn’t too upset. That is until you reminded him that Charles is now king

Due to some previous events, you’re the one driving Ghost everywhere when you guys hang out. Is offended when you straight up tell him that he has shit driving skills.

Calls him Passenger Princess as a joke

Ghost is more into books than movies. So it does come as a shock that he mentions that he hasn’t seen the LOTRs movies. You basically force him (and the rest of the team) into a movie marathon for a day. He grumbles about how some of the scenes are different from the book but he does get into it during the Mountains of Moria

Impressed with how you handle your liquor. Watched you beat Soap and Gaz in a drinking contest before drunkenly demanding chicken nuggets and then passing out

Ghost is surprisingly decent at video games. During game nights, he’d beat everyone at Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. You accuse him of cheating and of course, he denies it. Had to be held back by Price as you repeated “These hands are rated E for Everyone.”

Your face wasn’t a mystery to him or to anyone in the team. You took your mask off regularly around them. But like many others, you saw his face in Mexico. There was a greater sense of trust that you felt when you made eye contact with him. He gave you a soft smile and you returned it

"Huh, didn't think you'd be a blondie," You remarked as you both head towards the truck "Didn't think you'd be short but here we are," Ghost jokes back

He will never admit it in front of you that he's sees you as more than friends. That you have the best qualities from his family; his mother's compassion and his brother's humor and determination. Hell, at some points, you even resemble Joseph with your optimism.

He has someone to call family again

Bonus Memes:

#daisygirlwrites #call of duty x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #cod headcanons #cod hcs #call of duty headcanons #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost headcanons

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Dare to Surrender [Javier Pena x Reader]

Dare to Surrender

Pairing: Javier Pena x f!reader [no name/ physical description/no use of y/n]

Words: 4.8

“First to come loses.”

You can’t stand Javier Pena but when Steve Murphy makes an off-hand remark that gets both you and Javier’s competitive sides going, there’s no telling how far you’ll go.

A/N: This is porn with a dash of plot because my other story is angsty and stressin’ too many people out. If there’s any interest I’ll turn this into a series ‘cuz I like Javier Pena, that sweet slutty Narcos agent with a heart secretly of gold. AKA COMMENT AND I'LL MAKE MORE.

You absolutely loathe Javier Peña

Not just because he's arrogant.

Not just because he strides around the embassy like he owns it.

Not just because when you were hired by Noonan to help he and Murphy with the Escobar case he treated you like shit for the entire first month.

But because he's all of those things plus a serial womanizer.

Peña knows he turns the heads of most of the women here in the embassy. He's slept with most if not all of the secretaries. Even some of the lower level analysts have been found in the dark corner of the American bar you all frequent, pressed tightly between Peña and the wall.

And for some reason this really pisses you off. As a woman maybe it's just that you're so over the playboy angle he tries with everyone. You came to work here because you thought it'd be a place populated with professional agents and exciting adventures. So far it's you poring over files while Javier Peña goes off and gets the glory.

He sails into work today while you and Murphy sit across from one another at one of the wide tables. You've been there since seven exchanging intel from your last visit into town. He swans over to your side of the table, his dark eyes scanning the photographs you and Murphy have been discussing.

Peña moves to tilt against the table, one lean leg crossed over the other at the ankle. His arms hang loosely crossed over his broad chest.

"I need the Ramirez file," he rasps from above you.

"Not your secretary Peña," you say without looking up from the table. "Get it yourself."

"You had it last."

"And I put it back in the cabinet."

"Looked there."

"No you didn't," you say slamming your palm onto the table in frustration. "You just got in."

Peña has completely distracted you from your line of thought and you give an angry grunt. His lips curl into a slow smirk as you glare up at him.

Murphy shoots you both an exasperated look, knowing exactly what this is ramping up to be. It's what it always ramps up to be. He watches you turn back to your work as Peña smirks down at the top of your head.

"A bit early to be so wound up," Peña muses, popping a cigarette between his lips. "Need to release some of that tension, Osita."

You immediately bristle at the nickname. Osita. Little Bear. Given to you by Peña at the end of your first week because he claims you look innocent but you're terrifying when provoked.

"It's not early Peña," you snap back, your hands curving into fists under the table. "You just never show up on time."

You and Peña arguing is a hallmark in this department. From your first day here Peña has done everything in his power to drive you up the wall and like a cornered animal you've felt compelled to respond in kind.

After four months however, it seems Murphy has had it and murmurs just loud enough for you both to hear:

"Oh just fuck each other and get it over with."

Blood immediately rushes to your cheeks as you dart your gaze up from the papers and Peña's eyes have gone owlish in his face as he stares at his partner.

Murphy seems to feel your dual gazes on him because his cheeks pink and he stands muttering that he needs to grab something from Carillo's office. You and Peña watch him leave, your bodies stiff. When the door finally closes behind Murphy you’re both left staring after him in silence. As per usual it's Peña and his big mouth that breaks the quiet first.

"Maybe he's right."

You hold your head in your hands completely exasperated. Your fingers press gently against your eyes. "Are you seriously talking about this right now?"

"What's the harm?"

"Besides complete unprofessional-ism?" You begin gathering your notes and photographs into a little pile. Your trembling hands betray you though and as an agent trained to observe everything, this does not go unnoticed by Javier.

"So pent up," Peña murmurs, as his eyes skate over your down turned face. "You really do need some release."

"And you're the one who's gonna do that?" you roll your eyes, not thinking about what you’re saying. Javier’s eyes darken if possible, desire licking the irises.

"I could be."

"Hard to imagine how that'd happen since I can't fucking stand you."

"You don't need to like me to sleep with me," Peña reasons unabashed as he follows you away from the table and towards the coffee maker in the far corner. "I should know. Most of the women we work with can't stand me. At least not until they're bouncing on my cock, begging for more."

You stumble walking at his last sentence, his words filthy and shocking. You try to regain your composure, pouring a fresh cup of the cheap coffee they have here as you talk over your shoulder.

"So what, I sleep with you and you think that'll make me like you?"

"Don't care if you like me," Peña shrugs, his voice a quiet rasp.

Javier stands with his hip angled against the counter. His palm rests there, watching you busy yourself with adding more sugars to the bitter coffee. He smirks when you take another sip, cringing at the burnt flavor.

"Just want to see what you look like when you finally surrender to me, osita."

His plush lips have curved into a smile at that. You scowl over your mug, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I'd never surrender to you, Peña."

"Is that a challenge?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Not a challenge," you answer with a scoff. "Just the truth."

///

Javier knows it's a challenge and it's one he's only too eager to win. He can't wait to knock you off your high horse.

Ever since you started here you act like you're better than everyone else. You think long hours equates with being a good agent but the fact of the matter is some people are born with it. Javier Peña considers himself one of those. You’re good at your job, but you work at it too hard. You are tense because it doesn’t come naturally to you.

He really doesn't like having you in his office. He wishes he could say it's because you're bad at your job. But you're not.

No, his reasons for not wanting you in his office are far more carnal.

You’re just a major distraction.

He'd tried to pick you up your first week here. Mentioned the bar everyone went to after work but you'd been so adamantly against it. He'd assumed this was nerves from your first day and tried again later that week.

But when his knuckles had brushed along your upper arm you'd pulled back and told him to keep his hands to himself, shooting a scowl at him, baring your teeth. It’s when the nickname had been invented. Osita.

He'd done as you asked, never so much as brushing against you when you passed in the halls.

You don't want him, it's obvious. So of course that just makes him want you more. It makes his cock ache just thinking about all the filthy things he wants to do to you.

Steve's off-hand comment about you two fucking had surprised Javier, belatedly amusing him. But then he'd caught your reaction out the corner of his eye. The flush along your cheeks had given him an inkling. It was the trembling hands that had given you away.

Emboldened he watches you sipping your coffee and glaring at him. He tilts his head, playfully looking you over. You give him a wary look, going to move from him when he snaps his hand out, curling it around your wrist and tugging you back against his chest.

"C'mon Osita," he purrs in a way he knows other women love. "Just surrender to me. I'll make you feel so fucking good."

He doesn’t know why but he’s stuck on that word; surrender. Javier thinks it’s because it’s more than just giving in, it’s the submission interlaced with the yielding and that excites him.

He doesn't miss the way you swallow before shooting daggers at him, your coffee spilling droplets onto the floor. You wrench your arm out of his grip and drop into your rolling chair.

"Never."

He watches you with narrowed eyes as you begin typing away on the typewriter. He thinks he’ll forget the whole thing and goes to throw himself into his own chair, desperate for a cigarette. He glances over at you and it’s the sight of your pink tongue lodged directly in the left hand corner of your mouth as you type that makes him stop.

For some reason that flash of tongue has his neck warm.

You gasp in surprise as he spins you in the chair to face him before backing it against the desk. His large palms are on either side of the desk as he tilts his face to yours, his voice pitched sinfully low.

"Afraid you'll like it too much? Afraid that under all those insults you might just want me?" Peña gives you another playful look, his eyes dancing. "You claim you won't surrender but I'm not so sure."

"You could fuck me every which way from Sunday and I would never surrender to you."

He doesn't miss the way your eyes dart to his mouth before his eyes and suddenly he knows.

///

You hate him but you want him.

You want to know why every woman unravels when he walks by. How women you respect turn into fluttering idiots when he smiles at them.

You're shamed at how much you want it. Because he's not a person you particularly like. He's unpleasant and unprofessional.

And yet there is something that you haven't been able to see. Something others have and this insatiable curiosity have you staring at Javier's full mouth wondering if he uses it as well as the secretary's you've overheard say he does.

"So then don't come," Javier challenges you, his mouth so close you could kiss him. "If you're so convinced I won't have you screaming my name then what's stopping you?"

"Because what you're suggesting is I just lay back and let you fuck me, Peña." You roll your eyes again. "How is that appealing at all?"

Javier thinks of you bouncing on his cock and decides that this is more than appealing.

"Let's make it interesting. A challenge.” He holds in a smirk when he sees your posture change. You’re interested. Just as in your work, you want to know more, to experience more.

“What’s the challenge?”

“First to come loses."

You stare openly mouthed for a moment. "Are you a teenager? What kind of challenge is that?

"A challenge that helps us both release some of that tension, Osita." You don't bristle when you feel Peña's fingers begin trailing along the collar of your blouse.

"Not good enough," you say.

"Paperwork done for a week."

"A month."

"Deal. I'll get tested this weekend."

You're shocked at how quickly he folds. And you're more than a little excited at the thought of having all your paperwork done for you for an entire month.

"Eager aren't we?" You say with a sneer.

"To have you ride my cock and then be stuck doing my backlog of paperwork all month?" Peña smiles widely. "Fuck yeah I am."

///

The following week moves sluggishly. You're distracted by a development in your findings. Something for the analysts to check out, not Peña and Murphy so you don’t see much of them that Monday. Instead you spend a lot of time in the surveyed neighborhood trying to pinpoint where one of the photos from the evidence folder was taken. Your day is long and uneventful and you go home irritated.

On Tuesday Peña walks by your desk, dropping a piece of paper next to your hand without pausing. It's his papers from the clinic confirming that he's clean and good to go. You don't say anything to him. You don't ever indicate that you've read it. You go back to the file on Guarra and work steadily through the day.

On Wednesday he asks you to get a drink after work. You're busy so you decline. He looks irritated but manages to smile serenely at the new receptionist who comes up to you both to ask for directions to Noonan’s office.

He asks you for drinks again on Thursday and you again decline. You don't feel like celebrating anything. You feel impossibly wound up. You’re no closer to figuring out where the photograph was taken than Monday and it feels like failure.

That afternoon on your way to look at some microfiche you're pulled into one of the un-used offices by a very flustered Javier. He herds you into the office, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside before closing the door.

The office is barren, only a desk and a stack of files remain. It’s due for refurbishments.

"What do you need, Peña? And why did you have to drag me in here?"

He paces back and forth in front of you, rubbing at his lower lip as he stares at you, his face contorted in displeasure.

"I thought we were doing this."

He doesn't need to explain what "this" is. It's pretty clear from the way his eyes are travelling the length of your body.

"We are," you defend.

"When?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "When it feels right?"

You're not expecting him to launch himself at you, his hands coming to cup your cheeks as he kisses you, crowding you against the wall. His lips are plush and insistent as he licks into your mouth, his body firm as he presses against you. His hands fly to your zipper, attempting to lower it as his kisses grow more insistent.

"The fuck-" you wrench your mouth from his, batting his hands away. "What are you doing, Javier?"

You're so shocked by his behavior that you use his first name. He's looking at you with a glazed look.

"It felt right?" he offers.

"Christ," you say disgustedly. "If this is what I'm up against I feel a lot more confident that I'll really enjoy my free nights not doing paperwork."

Javier starts to say something but you're moving from the room, closing the door behind you.

///

It's not until the following week that it happens and you don’t even mean for it to.

It's a long day in the office. The three of you have been working diligently over the most recent file. You and Peña are so distracted by work that you don't even have time to argue with one another.

Halfway through the day you go to replenish your coffee, needing the extra caffeine. Javier follows behind you, reaching for the carafe and pouring into your mug first.

"Bets off," he tells you with a murmur that Murphy can't hear. He fills his own mug, returning the carafe to the machine. You’re halfway through pouring sugar into your mug when you stop.

"Why?"

"I have a date tonight," Javier replies, his eyes on his coffee and then your face, staring harshly into it. "And she's a sure thing."

You immediately stiffen before you remember yourself, shrugging your shoulders. "Have fun."

It's pretty indicative of your own flawed character that as soon as Javier Peña takes himself off the table you suddenly want him.

For the rest of the day you watch his broad shoulders move under the short sleeved button up he's worn. It's a pale blue that makes his caramel skin look creamier than usual.

You watch when he saunters around the room in thought, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his pelvis leading the way. He walks like he fucks, you imagine. Languid and loose-hipped and impossible fucking sexy.

At one point Javier leans over you to grab one of the notes you made. When his skin brushes yours you feel your body respond in kind, your nipples tightening almost painfully under your blouse.

"You feeling okay?" He murmurs next to you. "You look a little flushed."

You frown at him, moving away to deliver some of the files to the next office over. It's walking back when you pass that empty office from last week that you have an idea.

///

Peña sits back in his chair, cigarette long forgotten in the ashtray.

Steve is muttering about needing the last of these files fact checked before you submit them to Noonan tomorrow. So much of this job is fucking paperwork.

“You paying attention, Javi? I said are you free to follow up on these tonight? It’s me and Connie’s anniversary and she’ll kill me if I work late again.”

Peña looks over to Steve and remembers himself. “Yeah. Sure. Of course.”

What does it matter? Another night working is another night he doesn’t have to fuck his hand in the shower thinking about your mouth. He’s thinking about your mouth when the door to the office opens and you re-appear.

"Peña I need help in the file department," you say with a casual indifference that you adopt whenever you speak with him.

"I'll go," Murphy offers, knowing that the two of you together usually spells trouble. He has no desire for more fighting between the two of you.

Peña sees the panic cross your features. Unexpected. Why wouldn't you want Steve to -

Oh.

"I got it Murphy," Peña says standing abruptly. "I gotta talk to Everson anyway."

He sees the flash of gratitude cover your features before it’s replaced by that inscrutable gaze you wear here every day. Murphy shrugs; happy to be relieved of what he sometimes feels is refereeing the two of you.

Javier and you walk down the hall, shoulders grazing intermittently. Javier sneaks a glance to see you have a glazed look to your eyes, daydreaming. You look good today. Hair a bit dishevelled, cheeks a bit flushed.

When you push the door to the empty office open Javier can barely believe it. He walks in, still unsure if this is what he thinks it is. He moves to the desk, absently fingering the old files there before turning to face you.

You look uncertain at first, licking your lips before striding over to him and pushing him gently by the chest until he’s sitting on the edge of the desk. You step in between his legs, blinking quickly at him before lowering your mouth to his.

You kiss him harshly, no affection in it at all. Your teeth almost clack together with the speed in which you act. Your hands work independently of your brain, needing to run through his dark tresses. You taste him, licking along the seam of his lips before he parts his mouth, allowing you to dip your tongue along his. Finally you pull back, breathing shallowly.

"At work?" Javier tuts even as his body breaks out into anticipatory goose bumps. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Javier smiles against your mouth when you kiss him again. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull his mouth closer, harder, when his arms circle your waist, practically dragging you against his chest as your kiss deepens.

"I have that date," Javier reminds you, but his hands are still circling your waist, holding you there in the vee of his legs

"Cancel it," you order as your nose nuzzles at his neck, your mouth pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his jugular. "Cancel it so I can win this bet."

///

Peña lets out a small chuckle that you feel vibrating against your mouth. Your mouth is moving over his again and he’s groaning. You are shocked at how different this kiss feels from last week. The desire that wraps itself around your spine. You’re absolutely floored when you hear a small whimper and realize it’s you. You pull back from him, horrified and embarrassed.

Javier’s hair is fluffed from your hands carding through it, his mouth puffy from your kisses and for a moment you’re taken aback by the realization that Javier Peña is pretty. Can a man be pretty? Yes, you decide, a man like Javier can.

You need to do this fast. If you think about it too much you're going to chicken out. Even now you start to worry that people outside this office can hear you.

"They can't hear us," Javier says as if he can read your mind. "These offices are built to host private meetings. Can't hear much on the other side unless your ear is pressed up against it."

You feel like you can imagine that Javier has done just that in the past when he’s been desperate for intel and you hold in a giggle. Javier tilts forward, preparing to kiss you again and you pull back. You don't want any more of that. You don’t need the intimacy of kissing.

You just want him to fuck you so you can win this bet.

He's still sitting along the edge of the desk, so you tug him by the wrists to a stand. Without ceremony you drop to your knees, your hands reaching for the button and fly of his jeans. Peña's eyes widen, watching.

"What are-"

"Don't be nice," you interrupt him huskily. "Fuck my mouth how you’ve always wanted."

Javier takes a sharp breath in at this, his hands moving to grip in your hair.

"Who says I don't imagine it nice?"

"Because I know you Peña," you say, your hand reaching inside to find his bare cock warm and throbbing. Of course he goes commando. "You're more comfortable with brutality."

"Thought you knew me better than that," Javier defends. "Might fuck you hard but not mean."

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes. Is this what Javier thinks women want to hear? He's completely out now and twitching in your hand. You dip down to drag your flattened tongue along the rosy head, enjoying how he shudders.

"Fuck it hard, then."

You move your mouth over the head, your eyes glued to Javier's face to see his reaction. His eyes immediately shutter, watching you through parted lips. When you take him deeper he groans, gripping the edge of the desk behind him for purchase.

Bingo.

Javier Peña may be a lot of things, but at the end of the day he’s still a man. And you’ve never known a man to turn down a blow job.

///

If Javier had known this is what your mouth felt like, he would have pursued you much harder, much earlier.

He didn’t expect this from you. Not at all. He thought you’d chicken out after a heavy make-out session. He thought maybe he could convince you to come with him to the bar after work and then after that he’d see if you wanted to go home with him.

But then you slipped down to your knees with such fluidity that it took him a moment to figure out what you were doing.

Don’t be nice. Fuck my mouth like you’ve wanted to. Do it hard.

Peña doesn’t know where you got the idea that he’d want to be mean to you. Has he really ever been aggressive in a cruel way to you? That thought upsets him but he doesn’t have time to think about that because now your mouth is wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue dancing around the seam and he feels his knees buckling.

“Jesus,” he gasps out, not ready for the scorch of your sweet mouth or the way your eyes fall shut when you take him between your lips. He looks down the length of his body to see your head moving lazily to the side, the architecture of your jaw delicate as you tilt and invite his cock further in. He feels his stomach tense dangerously quick.

Get a grip, Peña. You promised she’d surrender.

///

You feel something in Javier change, his stance readying itself. It’s not until you feel his hand coming to drift through your hair that your eyes part, looking up his body to his face. It’s tilted down, his mouth full and damp.

"Pretty," Javier concedes when he looks down at your mouth stuffed full of him. "So pretty.”

Shit. You don’t like how his voice rasps saying that. The voice that you always found grating and annoying now seems honeyed and alluring. His fingers are so soft, brushing the hair back from your face as you continue to bob your mouth along his cock.

“You like swallowing cock pretty girl?"

You don't like pet names. You find them demeaning and embarrassing. But something tingles in response to the dark desire in Peña voice when he calls you pretty girl. He doesn’t seem to notice its effect and you thank the heavens above because you’re sure if he did he wouldn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage.

"You do it a lot?" Javier purrs when you don’t answer him, his fingers trailing along your jaw. "Mouth and tongue this fucking good, you must."

You moan against him, letting him inch his way along your tongue. The vibrations cause him to groan, a pleasured smile creasing his features and you realize he’s nowhere near coming. You’re going to be here sucking Javier’s dick for hours. And if he keeps talking to you in that voice with those words you’re very concerned that your fingers are going to find their way under your skirt and something is going to happen.

No. You are not going to lose.

Javier, confident that he can fuck your mouth without consequence lets out a strangled choke when you grip him by the hips and force the entire length of him into your wet and waiting mouth. He hits the back of your throat, causing you to hold in a gag.

You're staring up at him as you do so you see the second that the flip happens. The way his eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment, his hand tightening in your hair, pulling. The other gripping the desk so tightly you’re concerned it may splinter.

He’s close. You can feel it in the stuttering of his hips and the way he’s groaning and panting and on the verge of whimpering. Actually whimpering.

"No," Javier says moaning. "You gotta stop."

Even as he says it his hips are thrusting against your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue. You don’t even have to move, he’s fucking into your mouth so harshly and so deeply you know he’s lost all control.

“Gotta… Gotta… sto-“ he can’t even get out the words. His hand is fisting through your hair, pulling your head to bob against him, using your mouth for his pleasure and you’re shocked at how turned on you are.

He's going to come. You're going to win.

There’s a part of you that’s disappointed. After all the legendary stories you’d heard about Javier Peña's libido and sexual prowess you didn't expect him to explode in your mouth within minutes.

"So good," he grunts, his cock forcing your mouth wider. He can't stop fucking your mouth. He can’t ever stop feeling this good. He needs more; he needs it to go deeper, he needs-

"Someone in here?"

This muffed sound is followed by a loud knock and the rattling of the door to find it locked. Javier immediately slides from your mouth, his cock still pulsing.

Immediately you both still, your eyes going to the door. You both hear someone mutter about the janitor and keys and then the footsteps begin receding.

You're still on your knees and a wild desperate part of you thinking that you could make him come before the janitor gets back the keys to the door. You dip your head forward, so close to taking him into your mouth again.

"I don't- hey, get up," Javier says suddenly. He's reaching down hooking his hands under your arms and bringing you to a stand. You think he’s going to kiss you, but his mouth moves to your ear.

"You think I don't know what you're doing?" Peña rasps against your cheek. "You think you'll get me to fold that easily? Fuck your mouth and get it over with? I'm not a fucking teenager."

“Didn’t seem that way to me,” you say smugly, wiping your damp mouth with the back of your hand. You don’t miss the way Javier’s cock twitches before he tucks himself away in those tight jeans.

“I was letting you enjoy yourself,” he insists, his voice dragged from the bottom of his boots. “Seemed you really knew what you were doing. Didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

"Keep telling yourself that Peña,” you goad, feeling impossibly proud of yourself. “Because from where I was sitting, it actually looked like I was pretty damn close to winning."

Javier’s jaw tightens and before he leaves you, he rasps out over his shoulder.

"Close only counts in horseshoes, osita."

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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sooo excited requests are open again! Jamie gets a day off from training and you spend the whole day together cuddling and snogging and watching films

Done😎 Gonna hit you all with some angst pretty soon, so enjoy this angst-free fic while you can! Thanks for the request!

(p.s. this gif makes me giggle. idk why)

tell me where to put my love

There is absolutely nothing like a Sunday morning, because it means that Jamie has absolutely no training. Saturdays are subject to extra time with Roy, so you and Jamie only get one day a week with absolutely no football. Well, not absolutely no football. Sometimes you let him cajole you into going to the Richmond Green and kicking around one of the ten billion footballs he has in the house.

He says you’ve gotten better since you’ve started, you say that you could take on all of Richmond and win.

He says you’re very funny.

You say so too.

Sundays are great because you get to sleep in, but you probably don’t. You’re both so used to being awake early so despite being up late, you’re both unable to sleep past 7:30, maybe 8 if you’re really tired.

You don’t get out of bed, though.

The first one to wake will lie as still as possible, looking at the rise and fall of the other’s chest. Usually it’s Jamie watching you. You’re a light sleeper, so you begin to stir at the slightest change in atmosphere. He’ll stroke your cheek and you’ll smile and stretch, refusing to open your eyes.

His hands will start to slide down to your arms and to your waist, then dip below your pajama bottoms. You’ll open your eyes at that, because he’ll soon shift so that his head is at your waist, and lift his baby blue eyes to yours in a question.

This Sunday is no different, and you both end up staying in bed until 10. It’s not until you’re lying tangled in the sheets, sweaty and gasping for breath, that a stomach growls (yours, his, what’s the difference) and you each throw on as little clothes as possible and head to the kitchen. Jamie pulls things out for his morning smoothie and you’re toasting frozen waffles. Neither of you are saying much, except for a “hey!” from Jamie when you steal some of his strawberries.

You take your respective breakfasts to the couch and settle under a blanket. It gets cold when you’re only wearing pants.

“What are we gonna watch?” you ask.

Jamie just grins and flips through your streaming services.

“No, babe,” you groan, “not again. Please, I beg of you.”

Jamie pretends he can’t hear you and lands on Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

“Jamie,” you say as he chooses an episode, “why are you so obsessed with reality tv? It’s so unrealistic.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it,” he replies, lightly knocking his head against yours. You roll your eyes and suppress a smile. You can’t argue with that.

You stay on the couch for three hours until Jamie starts to get bored and starts kissing a line up your neck. You giggle and shift away.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “you hungry?”

“That is not where I thought this was going,” you laugh.

Jamie shrugs, lips still against your throat. “Trying to make up for making you watch fucking American reality television. And I want takeout.”

At that, you turn and capture his lips in yours. He’s not supposed to have takeout right now, not part of his eating plan. He’s trying to butter you up so you won’t talk him out of it. Lucky for him, he’s making a very convincing argument.

An hour later, you’re in the backyard on the patio eating Chinese food. You’re both in more clothes and soaking up the rare bit of sun. Jamie has also produced chips, and you’re not sure why they go so well with Chinese, but they do.

You’re finishing up the last box and chatting about Jamie’s upcoming match when there’s a knock on the door. You both freeze. You’re not expecting anyone, and you exchange an assessing look to see who is most presentable to answer the door.

It turns out to be Jamie, so he pads inside and opens it to find Dani.

“Eyy, muchacho! Nice to have a day off, no? I was feeling a little bit lonely, so I decided to drop by to see if you would like to play some FIFA. And I did not come empty handed!” Dani holds up a bag of Mexican food.

“Can’t,” Jamie says. “Girlfriend’s here.”

Dani’s face droops a little bit and, as if on cue, you appear behind Jamie, all wrapped up in a blanket.

“Hi Dani!” you say. “Heard your voice from the backyard. What’re you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Just lonely, I guess.“

He looks so hilariously forlorn that you laugh and Jamie rolls his eyes.

“Do you want to come in?” you ask. “Ooh, is that Mexican?”

Fifteen minutes later, Dani is explaining hair masks to a fascinated Jamie, as you sip your drinks and eat the food Dani brought. Neither you nor Jamie care to tell him you had just eaten.

He stays for two hours, crushing Jamie at FIFA. After the door shuts behind him, Jamie looks at you and says, “shower?”

You and Jamie stay in for way too long, only coming out when your hands are far too pruny. The bathroom is all steamy, and Jamie’s towel is wrapped low around his hips. You end up back on the bed, laying on top of the sheets in your towels. His arm is around you, thumb rubbing up and down your arm. Your head is tucked in the crook of his neck, and you’re breathing in his clean scent slowly. He’s talking in a low voice, not about anything really, just chattering about football, his mum, and the future. You’re trying to stay awake, you really are, and there’s no reason you should be tired and yet your eyes are growing heavy. It’s not your fault that his voice is so calm and so soothing, and before you know it you’re asleep.

You don’t see this part, but Jamie notices the change in your breathing and starts whispering about other things. How much he loves you, and why he loves you. His real hopes for the future, the ones he’s not sure you’re ready to hear, but thinks one day you will be. He’ll let you sleep as long as possible. These times are rare, and he is going to savor every moment.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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beautifulfuckup99 · 8 months

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Girlllllllll I just love yooouuuu

Can we get a Yoongi smut where he is older than the reader and that makes him protective, possessive yet obsessed boyfriend.

i cant get enough of this man 🥵🥵🥵

Yes, ma'am!

Title: Bored.

Warning(s): Age-Gap Relationship, Dom!Yoongi, Sugar Zaddy!Suga (lol), Daddy K!nk, Age-P!ay (Nothing too weird lol)

Author's Note: Age gap is gonna be 10 years, and this is a ;Non-Idol!AU', But it IS a 'Rich!bfYoongi' fic. So enjoy!

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Knock Knock

Yoongi sighs deeply as he looks up from the huge amount of paperwork that he needed to go through before Monday's big meeting. "Yeah?" He calls out and the door opens slowly to reveal his beautiful girlfriend of about a year and a half now. He pauses and leans back in his chair as he eyes his college-aged sweetheart. "Y/N Y/L/N. To what do I owe this visit?" He teases a bit and Y/N smiles shyly.

"Hi, baby!" Y/N sings as she bounces into the room wearing the blue, thinned-strapped, sundress Yoongi had gotten shipped out from Italy for their one-month anniversary. Yoongi lets his eyes wonder her outfit and hair that clearly had just gotten done up.

Looking at Yoongi and Y/N, you'd think this was a simple "sugar baby" situation, but the two were actually extremely content in their relationship. And they had met in probably one of the most random ways ever.

They had the same coffee order.

Yoongi loved to go back on the memory because it was just so random, yet Y/N swore it was something you only read about in a fucking Nicolas Sparks' book.

Story was simple: Yoongi had recently gotten in touch with a client who wanted to meet at the new Starbucks that had opened up a few blocks from some random college campus, the same campus Y/N was attending. Yoongi, being head of the company, knew that they couldn't lose this deal, so he went early to snatch a table and order the coffees for him and the man he was meeting with. The girl in front of him in the line smelled of vanilla, and she was wearing the sexiest outfit Yoongi had ever seen. She caught his eye the second he walked in.

Now, pause.

Because Y/N always laughs when Yoongi makes that part of the story known when telling it to strangers that ask. Mostly because the "sexy" outfit Yoongi spoke so highly of was just a pair of black sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. She'd rolled out of bed and dragged her half-asleep self down to the coffee shop for a wakeup call in a cup. But according to Yoongi, Y/N just wore those sweats and that tank top in such a... "Confident way".

So anyway.

As Yoongi was on the phone with the client he'd be meeting with, he hears the name of the coffee he'd ordered. Only, both he and Y/N walked over to grab the drink at the same time. That is when they actually noticed each other.

Y/N had giggled bashfully and put her hand down, giving Yoongi a shy apology since she hadn't checked the name before going for the cup, but Yoongi only smiled at the girl standing in front of him, assuring her that the coffee was all hers. He knew right then and there; he loved the back and front of this girl. Which doesn't usually happen...

Yoongi introduced himself, and Y/N did the same before walking off to a corner of the coffee shop after assuring again that she could wait for her order. The fact that she'd seen the Rolex, seen the suit, seen the all black American Express card he'd pulled out to offer to pay for a bakery item for her, and she still politely declined and walked away? That held Yoongi's attention more than any girl had in years. After a while of waiting at the counter, a worker put down another cup of coffee and Yoongi noticed the name on it.

This was her order...

That's when he got the idea...

After making sure no one was watching, he grabbed a pen from his suit pocket, and wrote down a small message along with his number before putting it back on the countertop casually. Just as he'd hoped, another worker came by, saw the cup and called out the name of the person to come and take their coffee. He saw Y/N walk over and grab her cup as his client walked in, walking over to greet him.

He noticed from over the man's shoulder how Y/N moved the cup around to look at all of the Christmas designs on it before choking on her sip. She looked around the coffee shop and Yoongi tried to stiffen his laughter as her eyes went to each and every person in the room before they locked with his.

'You?' He remembers Y/N mouthing to him, and Yoongi gave a smirk before turning all attention back to his meeting. The two talked through phone calls and text messages after that, and when Y/N was on Christmas break from college, Yoongi surprised her with tickets to Paris. While out there for those two weeks, Y/N and Yoongi made love every night. When they weren't doing that, he was taking Y/N shopping, always loving her in clothes he'd bought her. Made him feel better about ripping them off later.

"I missed you today..." Y/N says shyly and Yoongi smirks knowingly.

At the beginning of their time together, Yoongi had learned something about Y/N that really turned him on. Y/N was into something that not a lot of people would understand, but Yoongi definitely tried to. See, Y/N was into a sort of age play kink. It didn't go too far, but basically, she loved to be taken care of. She even called Yoongi 'Daddy' out of the bedroom at times because to her, Yoongi was the dominate one in their relationship. And Yoongi wouldn't have it any other way...

Yoongi had done research and realized that people like Y/N actually existed. Now, as stated before, Y/N wasn't too hardcore with the kink. She didn't wear adult diapers or crawl around on the floor, or wear onesie pajamas. She did, however, own a one-piece pajama with Yoongi, but that was a different story. Y/N just seemed to submit very easily to Yoongi though.

"Did you really miss me, baby?" Yoongi asks softly as he watches his girlfriend change her balance from one foot to the other.

"Are you busy?" Y/N asks gently, not really answering Yoongi's question. He takes note of that...

"Depends. What do you want, baby girl?" Yoongi asks as he takes off his reading glasses and rubs his eyes before putting them back on. A blush forms on Y/N's cheeks from the nickname.

"I finished classes earlier today because of some weather alert. I'm all bored..." Y/N says with a sigh as she sits down on the chair that was set on the other side of Yoongi's desk in his home office. Yoongi looks out the floor-to-ceiling window and pauses when he's met with the sight of a grey sky and heavy rain. How long had he been on autopilot?

"Huh. Will you look at that..." He mutters to himself, and Y/N rolls her eyes at his dad behavior. "Well, did you do all of your assignments?" Yoongi asks as he picks up a piece of paper to start reading from again. Y/N eyes her "old man" for a boyfriend with humor in her eyes.

"Yes, daddy." Y/N mutters but pauses when Yoongi doesn't look up at the nickname. It makes her feel slightly sad that he wasn't giving her attention.

"Well, then, make yourself at home, baby. Go watch some TV." Yoongi suggests and Y/N stiffens a groan.

"I don't think there's anything on right now, daddy." Y/N states certainly, causing Yoongi to finally look up at her from the piece of paper in his hands. He sighs and puts the paper down on the desk along with his reading glasses.

"So, you're bored..." Yoongi begins, as if trying to help Y/N out with her problem. Y/N nods her head quickly. "And what do you want me to do about that, baby?" Yoongi asks as he leans back in his chair again.

"Mm..." Y/N hums as she thinks about it. "Let's go on an adventure!" She finally says, tone full of excitement.

Yoongi chuckles at his little fireball, always wanting to travel to different places, see different things. "I can't right now. We're going somewhere Monday baby, after my meeting, remember?" He asks casually.

"Yeah..." Y/N sighs in disappointment. "But... Can't we just go today?" She asks, hope laced in her voice.

Yoongi had promised Y/N a trip to Brazil for her spring break, but then he had to call an important meeting for Monday to discuss some "important business thing", Y/N wasn't really listening when Yoongi was telling her about it...

"No, Y/N. I have to attend this meeting. I don't want to hear any more about it, or we won't go, ok?" Yoongi warns, already stressed with trying to figure out this month's company budget.

"But daddy, I-" Yoongi cuts Y/N off.

"What did I just say?" He asks in a stronger tone, getting annoyed that Y/N wanted to bother him about some trip, but even more annoyed about all of this paperwork showing up on his desk first thing this morning because of his idiot of a secretary who forgot to give it to him last week. Yoongi was just stressed out, and Y/N was not helping.

Y/N sets her jaw tight, knowing not to argue back, but Yoongi was acting so dismissive, and she'd been dealing with a lot too. Finals, big projects, constant studying and she was beginning to feel burned out. "Whatever. Maybe Adam isn't as busy..." Y/N finally mutters as she stands up. This catches Yoongi's attention.

"Who?" He asks. It's not that he had misheard her, he was just giving her a chance to get out of what she just said. Adam was Y/N's ex-boyfriend, but still a 'good friend' of hers, according to what she'd told Yoongi. They'd still hang out whenever Yoongi was too busy for Y/N, much to his dismay.

"I said... Maybe Adam isn't busy. Since it's clear you want me to leave you alone." Y/N says with a bit of an attitude, her eyes looking Yoongi up and down.

"Y/N." Yoongi warns, unamused by her bratty behavior. "You can stay right here." He says.

"Oh? And watch you stare at a piece of paper? I wanna go out!" Y/N huffs as she stomps her foot instinctively.

Yoongi stares at the 22-year-old girl in front of him, stomping her foot due to not getting what she wants. "Are... You have to be fucking with me. You are acting like the most spoiled brat I have ever met!" He growls.

"Please. Like it isn't your fault." Y/N mutters, arms crossed.

"What was that?" Yoongi asks. In a way, Y/N wasn't lying. Yoongi spent their whole first few months together spoiling Y/N. Taking her to different places, buying her only the best, introducing her to different important people. And Y/N would, obviously, throw a fit whenever he'd do these grand gestures for her, or her friends, or even her family a few times, but Yoongi always ignored her rants on how she didn't need that new diamond necklace, or that nice looking car, or that custom made gown for a high-end dinner date.

"I said... It's your fault." Y/N repeats, staring at Yoongi in a challenging way, making him sit back in his chair, eyeing her in the same manner.

"Listen to me, Y/N. And listen closely. You are going to sit your ass down in that seat, and if I hear one more word out of you..." Yoongi trails off in a threatening tone, making Y/N roll her eyes and sit back in her seat with a soft huff.

And it's finally silent.

Y/N stares at her hands in her lap as she replays Yoongi's words over and over again in her head. And who the hell was he to challenge her!? It was her mouth! Her voice! She didn't need to listen to that grouchy old man. A sly smirk comes on to her face at that thought. Yeah. He was a cranky, old, boring man. What would he do? Excitement rushed through Y/N's body at the thought.

"One. More. Word." Y/N finally says slowly, and Yoongi is quick to throw the packet that was in his hand down on to the desk with a glare.

"You think you're so funny, don't you." Yoongi says as he pushes his chair back from the desk. "Over my knee now." He orders, and Y/N smiles brightly.

"Finally! Something to do!" She taunts as she makes her way over to Yoongi, who looks about ready to lose it at this point.

"Something to do, huh?" Yoongi mutters as he reaches out when Y/N is close enough and grabs her arm, yanking her to bend over his lap. Y/N takes note of the nice-looking black slacks Yoongi was wearing with a red wine-colored polo shirt tucked in. His black hair was slicked back, and he just smelled of power and success. Actually, that was Boy Chanel, but still...

"You think getting me all worked up like this is 'something to do'?" Yoongi growls before flipping up her dress and firmly rubbing her ass, feeling the flimsy lace under his palm. Y/N pants softly at the feeling, bracing herself when his hand slips away only to come right back down, slapping just under Y/N's left butt cheek, making her whimper softly. Yoongi rubs that spot he just slapped before doing it again on the other ass cheek, harder this time.

"Oh! D-Daddy..." Y/N whimpers a bit louder, as if trying to draw out some pity from her boyfriend.

"Oh no you don't..." Yoongi smirks. "Don't try and act all innocent now." He says tauntingly, and Y/N can feel herself soaking through her pair of red lacy boy shorts at the tone of voice her daddy was using with her.

Yoongi smacks Y/N's thighs a few more times before hitching the sundress up a little more to look at her ass, groaning at the sight of her underwear snuggled between her plump ass. "Fuck, I'm gonna make your ass the same color as those pretty little undies, baby girl..." Yoongi whispers as he lifts his hand again, but this time, he waits for a response from Y/N.

"Daddy... Daddy... Please." Y/N whins as a response, and that does it for Yoongi. Y/N yelps, and her body basically jerks from how hard the smack to her ass is.

"Beg for more." Yoongi orders, and Y/N moans more at the thought of begging for pain.

"M-More... Please, daddy. More! Give me more! I-I swear I'll be your good girl again..." Y/N pleads, moaning when another slap is delivered to her plump ass cheek. "Oh god, daddy..." Y/N gasps.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Yoongi whispers, wanting to hear his slut of a girlfriend say the words.

"Daddy..." She tries, shyly, but Yoongi knows it's all a show. When Y/N is horny, there's no room for shyness. "Oh, daddy. P-Please make me feel good. It aches." She pouts, and Yoongi smirks.

"Stand up, baby. Bend over my desk." Yoongi says, and Y/N is quick to follow orders. "Now." Yoongi begins when Y/N is bent over his desk, shaking eagerly. He stands up and moves behind her to grip her hips hard. "What do you say to daddy for acting like a brat?" He whispers as he presses against her crutch.

She moans at the pressure on her clit, knowing better than to move her hips though. "I-I'm sorry, daddy..." Y/N pants, the side of her face pressed against the cold wooden desk.

"Sorry for what, baby girl?" Yoongi asks as he lets his hands run up and down the sides of Y/N's body. Staying still against her, and it was torture for him too. Mostly because he could feel her juices leaking through her thin underwear and wetting his pants too.

"I-I'm sorry for being such a bad girl, daddy." Y/N whispers as she moves ever so slightly so the apparent bulge is harder against her clit, making Yoongi smack her ass again. The sting felt so good...

"Keep going." Yoongi orders as he pulls back to really spread her legs and see how wet she really was.

"Daddy..." Y/N says, as if embarrassed. Yoongi swats at her clit through her underwear and it makes her bundle of nerves throb harder. "Oh god! Daddy! I-I'm sorry! I-I'm... I acted like a... A spoiled brat." She whines.

"Mm... That's more like it. There's daddy's little girl." Yoongi teases before reaching a hand down to his secret drawer where he usually kept a few toys just in case he and Y/N ended up having a little bit of fun in his home office. He pulls out some black underwear and then tosses them in front of Y/N, on the desk.

"Take off those boy shorts, and sit on my desk, legs spread." Yoongi instructs, and Y/N was quick to follow orders. With her legs spread, and pussy on full display as she leans back on his desk, Y/N waits for Yoongi to do... Something. Anything. Feeling her desperation, Yoongi moves Y/N's legs, so her feet are planted on the desk, her knees bent, and legs spread wider.

"Mm..." Yoongi smirks, stepping back to admire his girl fully. "See what happens when you shut the hell up? You make daddy happy." Yoongi taunts as he reaches out and lazily rubs Y/N's throbbing clit with two fingers. "Always so wet for me." He mumbles to himself, making Y/N shiver softly. He then leans down, softly licking at her clit, tonguing it like a cat drinks milk.

"Mm... God... Daddy!" Y/N moans, trying to keep her hips down since Yoongi trained her better than that. She wanted to make him proud. Yoongi slowly slides his tongue into Y/N's pussy, loving the way her hole clenched around it as if trying to make it stay. He begins moving his tongue in and out slowly.

"Daddy, please!" Y/N whines and Yoongi can only smirk. What happened to his little brat? Melted away he actually showed her attention. She was just too adorable to ever stay mad at...

Moving his tongue faster, Yoongi also adds two of his fingers to rub at Y/N's clit. Y/N throws her head back as moans spill from her lips effortlessly, uncontrollably. She never had to fake it with this man. He knew her body like it was his. It was his. Yoongi can't help but chuckle at the desperate moans of his lover, and the vibrations of said chuckle shoot through Y/N like a firework.

"Fuck! Daddy! Oh, daddy! Please... Please! I'm so... So close, daddy!" Y/N pleads, and when he feels her body begin to tremble, Yoongi pulls away, making the girl sprawled out on the desk gasp. "Daddy!" Y/N shouts in anger. Yoongi growls slightly, grabbing Y/N by the back of her head and yanking her hair so she was forced to look up at the ceiling.

"Wanna try that again?" Yoongi whispers against Y/N's neck, and Y/N moans before shaking her head as much as she can with him still gripping her hair.

"I... I'm... S-Sorry, daddy." Y/N stumbles over her words as she speaks, and Yoongi wants to laugh at how easily she submits.

"Here." He says, handing the pair of underwear to Y/N who bites back a whine of frustration. She gets off the desk to put on the new underwear. "Now, sit." Yoongi continues, motioning to the chair on the other side of the desk where she'd once sat. Y/N huffs under her breath and walks over to the chair. As soon as she sits down, Yoongi grabs the remote that went with the underwear and presses the green button.

Y/N gasps and shoots up from the seat as her underwear begins to vibrate. "Oh no you don't. You will sit there, and every time you're close to cumming, you will tell me." Yoongi orders. As Y/N trembles where she stands. Her clit was already sensitive, and having a vibrator pressed against it wasn't helping much. Well, actually, it was dulling the ache a bit.

"A-And... I-If I don't?" Y/N asks breathlessly as she slowly sits back down.

"If I see you cum, your punishment will be more than just a few smacks. Do I make myself clear?" Yoongi asks, and Y/N quickly nods. "Good girl." He says as he fixes his hair and wipes the sides of his mouth before sitting back down at his desk, putting his glasses back on as well.

"For... H-How long?" Y/N whimpers out as she begins to move her hips with the vibration before catching herself. With a deep gulp she gives in to making her daddy proud. "D-Daddy... I-I'm close..." She shivers. Yoongi presses the red button on the remote and calmly takes this time to answer Y/N's question.

"For however long it'll take me to read all this goddamn paperwork." He states. "You may moan..." He says, making Y/N blush at him giving her permission to do a basic reaction. "It'll help make this whole thing more... Interesting for me. But you may not cum... That's for later." He continues before pressing the green button to turn it back on, making Y/N melt back in her seat.

"There are different levels on this thing. I think I should start you off on a... 5. What do you think?" Yoongi teases, and Y/N gasps, grabbing onto the arms of the chair as stronger vibrations rage against her throbbing clit.

"Oh! And tell me something baby girl..." Yoongi begins as he grabs the packet he'd been trying to read earlier.

"Mm..." Is all Y/N can master in reponse.

"Are you still bored?" Yoongi asks as Y/N throws her head back, a loud moan leaving her parted lips, making Yoongi lean back in his chair. "Guess not..." He chuckles to himself before going right back to reading.

#bts #bts fic #bts army #bts imagine #bts suga #suga imagine #min yoogni #suga x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #bts yoongi #yoongi #suga

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meetingthemastermoments · 10 months

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Part 2

jake x reader

Part 3

warnings: tension, angst, fluff, slow burn, eventual 18+

word count: 2.5K

summary: You move into a new apartment, with an unexpectedly attractive neighbor.

notes: Okie dokie, here's part 2. This was obviously an idea I had a couple of weeks ago, but life has been fun and chaotic, so here it is now! All my Love, MM

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It’s the 4th of July, which means you have the day off to do literally whatever you want. You lay in bed, eyes still closed, listening to the birds outside your window. You can see the sunlight through your eyelids, filtered in from the blinds. It’s still early, which hopefully means the beach won’t be too busy. You had just gotten a new swimsuit that you were very excited to try out, but the idea of going to the beach alone freaked you out a little. It has been a couple of weeks now since you moved. You have some friends in the area but they’re mostly busy, so you’re stuck with a dilemma. You can either go to the beach alone and deal with the countless friend groups and families laughing and having fun together or… you can see if Jake wants to come.

It had been a couple of days since you ran into each other in the basement. You two had been living your separate lives. You heard when he was home, walking around his floor, playing his guitar, watching tv, hanging out with his friends, as you’re sure he heard you. The comfort of knowing someone else was in the house made living on your own easier, even if it was on a different floor. Maybe this can be your chance to get to know him better. Maybe even become friends. A new friend, now that would be nice.

You stretch your arms above your head and hoist yourself out of bed. This’ll be a fun day no matter what. You grab your phone on the way to the kitchen and text Jake.

Y/N: Hey, any fun 4th of July plans?

You continue on with your morning routine, making breakfast and starting to pack some essentials for your day at the beach. Drinks, snacks, sunscreen. You hear Jake strumming his guitar lazily as you move about your apartment, stopping momentarily. Your phone buzzes on the counter.

Jake: Not at the moment. What’s up?

Y/N: Want to go to the beach?

Jake: What time??

Y/N: Like, 20 minutes? Come on up when you’re ready.

Jake: Awesome.

Well, that was easy. You had assumed Jake would have other plans. He always seemed to have a stream of people coming in and out of his apartment. You’re surprised he answered at all, let alone said he would come! This’ll be fun. You go to change into your swimsuit, throwing loose-fitting clothes on overtop. As you slide into your sandals and pack your book into your beach bag, you heard a knock on your back door.

You casually walk over, opening the door for your neighbor. In front of you stood Jake wearing a fun American flag sailor cap, a short sleeve button-down shirt that was mostly open except for the bottom two buttons, pattern swim trunks, and old birks. You just stood there for a second, taking him in.

“Hey,” He gave you a smile, “Is the hat too much?” Looking slightly out of place, he fidgets with the guitar on his back and tugs at the cap on his head.

“No! It’s hilarious! Come on in, I’m just finishing up,” Jake follows you into your kitchen, watching you grab the rest of your things and finish packing up your cooler. Going into the fridge you feel Jake watching you as you reach for the drinks. You turn to put them into the cooler and make eye contact. He averts his eyes, pretending to be scanning the kitchen.

“I brought a couple of snacks and drinks, if you have any more room in there,” Jake comes up next to you, throwing his backpack on the counter.

“Ya, of course. There’s still room,” You agree as he pulls out a couple of White Claws, a pack of gummy worms, and a bag of chips. He reaches across you to fit it in the cooler along with your things. The air feels thick, but you must be imagining it.

“Okie dokie! Let’s hit the road!” He smiles, picking up the cooler before you can protest and walks towards the front door. You stand there for a second watching him walk out of your apartment. You shake your head a bit to clear it. Friends. You’re trying to make friends.

…

As you drive to the beach, Jake gleefully chats with you. You laugh and smile along as he tells you all about his brothers and the little band they’ve started together. You learn he has an older twin named Josh and a younger brother named Sam. The fourth member of the band is their friend, Daniel. Jake says he is just like a little brother and they all always hang out together. Those must have been the people you see coming in and out all the time.

“Okay so wait!” You laugh, wiping a tear from your eye, “You’re telling me he ‘fell’ through the screen door because you quote ‘bumped him too hard’? YA, very likely!”

Jake is smiling from ear to ear, “No, I swear to god! It was fully his fault. I would NEVER do something like that!” He watches your reaction as you continue to wipe your tears.

“You two sound like a handful!” Your eyes are on the road, but you can feel him smiling at you. You wonder what it would feel like to have his eyes on you like that all the time. Nope! Friends y/n, friends!

…

You two get to the beach a little after 9. There are still a number of spots in the parking lot left, but you can see that it’s going to be a busy day. You unload the car, grab all your bags and towels, and proceed to trudge out onto the sand.

The water on the lake is beautiful today. A lovely deep blue. The air is hot and muggy but has a slight breeze, which cuts through the heat every so often. Families and friends play in the waves and chatter around you. Jake finds you a perfect spot to sit, a little further off from the crowd. He unfurls the blanket he’s brought and you watch as his exposed chest moves under his open button-up. How can he look so soft and so sculpted at the same time? He makes eye contact with you cocking an eyebrow and giving you a half smirk. You look down cheeks turning red, as you continue to unpack your bag, grabbing your book and sunscreen.

Jake plops down next to you on the blanket, swinging his guitar off his back. You start to apply your sunscreen. Jake watches, eyebrows knitted together in thought. As you continue to apply sunscreen to your arms and legs, Jake picks up the bottle and squeezes some into his hand. “May I?” He asks as he gestures to your back, looking slightly sheepish.

“Sure, thank you” You agree shyly as he shifts so he’s sitting slightly behind you. The first touch of his hands makes you jump.

“Sorry! It’s a little cold” He grimaces, as he starts to rub the lotion into your back.

You focus on your breathing as he continues to cover your back. The calluses on his fingers, the smoothness of his palm, how gentle he’s being. Jesus Christ, knock it off! You’re trying to be making friends here, thinking like that won’t get you anywhere. You look out across the water as he travels lower down your back, freezing as he moves your straps, so as to not miss any spots.

“Ta-da!” Jake exclaims, patting your shoulders platonically, before moving back to his spot next to you. He wipes the rest of the sunscreen on his chest and arms before grabbing for his guitar.

“Thanks” You smile over at him. He looks proud of himself as he pulls his guitar over his lap and starts to strum. You Grab your book and flip onto your stomach, enjoying the soft strumming of Jake's guitar and listening to the waves and the birds.

An hour or so passes as Jake continues to play lazily and you finish the chapter you’re on. You look over, watching his face. His eyes were slightly unfocused, gazing at some unknown location far off in the distance. His mouth was turned up in a lazy smile. His shirt was now fully off, and as your eyes scan down his body you start to notice more of his figure. He is built in a relaxed way. You can tell he’s strong. His arms are defined and his muscles flex along with his playing. He barely bobs his head to the beat of his unknown tune. You clear your throat quietly and his eyes shoot to yours, his smile growing as he sees you already watching him.

“What’s up?” He asks never stopping his tune.

“You’re pretty good. Has anyone ever told you that?” You’re being genuine. You don’t think you’ve heard anyone so flawlessly continue a melody.

Jake blushes, momentarily tripping up his melody. “Thank you. I’ve been playing for a little while now.” He smirks a little but doesn’t keep eye contact.

“Oh ya? For how long?”

“I mean since I can remember. My family is big into music. My dad has a band, so my brothers and I started one back in high school.” He looks a little nervous as he tells you that last part. “We actually play at some dive bars around town, if you ever want to swing by.”

“I would love to!” You give him a reassuring smile. You’re intrigued by the type of music his band might play. Based on the melodies he’s been playing around you, you’re assuming some type of folk or jazz music.

Jake looks over at you excitedly, “Really?! We have a show again this weekend in the flats if you want to swing by!” He’s practically bouncing in his seat next to you.

“Yes! I’ll be there. Just tell me the time and I’ll head over!” You laugh at him as his smile widens. You’re sure if he smiled any harder he’d start shining.

…

After a couple of hours, you and Jake are laughing and chatting like old friends. You learn that he loves pirates and has a passion for film, which he shares with his brother. He learns that you are also from Michigan, and your extended relatives live around where he’s from. “That’s so fucking cool! I wonder why we never saw each other growing up!”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’d only be there for holidays and a couple of weeks during the summer. I’m sure we saw each other but didn’t know it!” You’re sure he must have been visiting his own family and doing fun things away from Frankenmuth any chance he got. But, you know a large reason he probably never saw you was because you were shy. You always locked yourself up on your grandparent's property, playing on the quads, exploring the woods, and watching movies with your cousins. You rarely went into town, and if you did it was only to go to the waterpark at Zehnder’s or to one of the bowling alleys nearby.

As the sun dips down in the sky, you collectively decide you’ve probably had enough sun for today. You pack up your things and walk back to the car, tired from the sun and happy from the great day. As you drive home Jake grabs the aux and starts playing you songs he thinks you would enjoy, explaining each ones meaning. Testing the water to see what you like a don’t like. You make it back to the house and unpack your things,

“Thanks for hanging out today Jake, I had a really good time.” You smile brightly as you walk towards the house.

“Of course! Me too,” Jake pauses “Would you… would you want to play a game or something? We can just keep hangin out until the fireworks this evening.” He looks at you nervously.

“I would love to! I just assumed you had other people to go with.” You look a little confused but you’re happy for the extended company. The idea of chilling with Jake for the rest of the evening is nice. You are a little tired though. “Cool, well I’m going to take a shower real quick, but you can come on up whenever you’re ready. I have some board games in the living room that you are more than welcome to look through while I get cleaned up.”

“Sounds good! I was gonna jump in the shower quick too, so you have some time.” Jake gives you a little eyebrow wiggle before heading to his door.

…

Jake POV

Here’s the thing. Jake did have plans today. He was actually waiting for Josh to pick him up. But, when his cute new neighbor sent him a text asking if he was busy, he immediately said yes. After their first interaction in the basement, Jake had been itching to figure out some way, any way, to get to know you better. He had been coming home early to try and catch you as you were getting your mail. He purposefully told you to only use one set of garbage cans (he claimed it was for convenience) but he hoped he would run into you while you were bringing your trash down.

The entire day Jake had been sneaking glances at you, watching your quirks and mannerisms. How you scrunched up your nose when you got to a part in your book you didn’t like. How you methodically reapplied your sunscreen. Every time he saw you catch him staring he would look out into the horizon, pretending to be somewhere else, but he was thinking of you. He took every opportunity to make you laugh. He had never heard such a beautiful sound. If he could bottle it up and keep it forever he would.

The drive back home had been torture. The car had been filled with your scent, increased tenfold by the smell of lake, sunscreen, and heat that radiated off of you. You had loved every song he had played for you, becoming more animated at the songs you had known and getting excited at new songs he was helping you discover. How could he not want to hang out more with someone who had a fantastic ear? As you two reached the house, he had become more and more anxious as he realized the day was ending, so he said something not even he was prepared for. He asked you to continue hanging out. And when you said yes, he was more than excited.

Jake didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he had taken a special interest in you. The house was old and had its quirks, but that meant that he could also hear a lot more than normal. Every so often he could hear you humming or singing to yourself while you made dinner. Sometimes he could hear you loudly laugh at a show you were watching. And once or twice he had heard other things… Jake was just happy to have an excuse to spend time with you today. And now! Now. All he could think about was you showering right above him.

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i just got back from a camping trip and i can just imagine camping with james. especially with this era of james. i just know that man likes fishing too so like early mornings going out on the dock and just sitting together UGH. or like late at night and having a fire going while cuddling up together for warmth. okay let me stop .

and maybe something silly happens you never know😍

i've been thinking about camping with james for so long but i've just never been able to express my feelings towards it. i will do so now. but be warned, i will be incoherent.

when you first get there, he tells you he can put the tent up and you can just sit back and watch him while he works. and, surprisingly, despite his usual lack of coordination, he manages to get the two-person tent up in a short amount of time. he also stops halfway through to ask you for a hair tie so he can keep his hair out of his face (i'm sorry but the thought of james with his hair up just makes me...).

and he goes all survival mode when you go camping, telling you what plants are poisonous when you're going on walks, pointing out game trails and the like.

"this one here could kill you." he'd say whilst pointing at a plant with the big stick he'd found a mile back.

"where on earth did you hear that?"

"nature documentary."

you'd give him a blank look, trying to suppress your smile as you saw him trying to do the same.

"were you drunk when you watched it?"

"yeah. and i'm pretty sure the plant was found in asia."

and omfg him fishing...

he'd be so annoying when fishing, always pretending to throw the bait in your face and laughing when you had a perfectly reasonable reaction to the threat of worms going on you. and he's like...annoyingly good at fishing. you can't even hook a single fish and he's already got two in the bucket. then he forced you to take a photo with his catch like some american freedom fighter teenage boy.

i also like to think about how, if you were camping with other people, when things got a little...heated in your tent at night, he'd make you keep quiet, going slow so as to not aggravate the fabric of the tent and alert everyone to what you're doing.

he'd have his hand over your mouth, deep inside you as he lazily rolled his hips and tried to suppress his own noises.

"shhh." he'd hush you, lips against your ears as you whined into his hand and stilled at the sound of someone nearby.

#alana's thoughts #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #exansation #yk this was meant to be longer #but #its been in my drafts for so fucking long #i'm so sorry i didn't reply sooner

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you over anyone / christian pulisic

request: Hey can you do a BESTFRIEND to lovers imagine about Christian pulisic thats about one day he gets a gf and she’s rlly mean to the bestfr and he dosnt believe her and then he overhears the gf being rude and it’s all fluff and they kiss

word count: 1.9k

author's note: i never had written this much before???? clearly got too carried away lmao. hope you like it!! has some back and forth in the "timeline", italics are supposed to be memories!

being mason’s twin, and five minutes younger than him, it was no surprise to anyone when you started to follow him around everywhere he went, like a lost puppy. for the first few years of your life, he was your best friend, just as you were his. growing up as obsessed with football as him was a natural progression, and fully expected after seeing how much you enjoyed playing ball with your brother and his friends.

that's how you first met christian.

"hey, y/n, is it cool if we pick up a friend? his car bro-" mason tried to explain, as if you could get mad at him for helping a friend out. you were arriving early to training anyways, so picking up his friend wouldn't do any damage.

"it's okay, mason, it's your car" you laughed, still appreciating the fact that he was asking for your approval before actually doing it, making sure that you were comfortable.

since that day, even when his car was fixed, christian would always tag along you two for a ride to cobham. at first, he started making excuses, trying to not raise suspicions about his sudden interest in joining his friend to go to training. then, the visits to your brother’s house started growing exponentially, wishing and waiting that, someday, you'll be there. and when you were, the day just couldn't get any better for him: watching movies, playing games, cooking and eating the cookies he wasn't supposed to eat -because of his diet- only to hear your laugh was the highlight of his day. and because mason, who was involved since the beginning, -unfortunately for you two- had eyes and ears, he could see how you two looked at eachother and how you laughed harder when it was one of you that told the joke, even if they weren't half as funny. all of these facts he recollected quietly, helped him figure out what was happening quickly. quicker than the protagonists, at least.

"is there something going on between you and my sister ?" he asked suddenly, one day after training.

christian could feel how the blood drained from his face, leaving his whole upper body cold. he thought that, maybe, he could have a month or two more before confronting his friend about it. bust most importantly, before confronting his own feelings. after all, he had started dating a girl a few weeks before meeting you, and he felt like an asshole. she was nice, sure, but she wasn't you.

"we're just friends, mate. why?"

he smiled, nodding, like he had answered correctly. at least, it was the answer mason wanted to hear. he said, in a jokingly tone, shoving him softly, "great. didn't feel like murdering my best friend for cheating on his girlfriend with my sister, you know?".

you had met christian's girlfriend, avery, at a game held at the bridge. you used to be there every game you could, always cheering for your brother and your best friend, but it was that particular game the first time that you saw her there, even when you knew that they had been dating for quite a bit. still, when you saw the girl, you understood why he had chosen her: she was like a dream, taken right out of a hollywood movie. but not only because of her perfect, model-like figure: she seemed sweet and kind, a girl perfect for christian, who, in your eyes, deserved nothing but the best. you were actually excited to have finally met her, hoping to get a girl friend to hangout with, someone who you could talk about your love life without feeling weird about it, like it happened when you tried to talk about love with your american friend sometimes. you had started off on a good foot, and christian was glad to see you two getting along.

you had disappeared to the bathroom quietly during halftime, wanting to come back as fast as possible to not miss anything. apparently, christian's significant other had gotten the same idea, entering the bathroom a few minutes before you, just as you were about to exit the cubicle. you could hear her and her friend, who she came along with, talking about someone, so you didn't dare come outside just yet, opting to stay quietly.

wrong choice.

you guessed that her friend was the one talking, since you didn’t quite recognize her voice. "who's that girl that's been screaming nonstop?", she said, and you cringed internally when you realized that it was probably you. confirmation hit a few seconds later, when avery shared the information with her.

"that's christian's best friend".

she giggled, loud and obnoxious, like the mean, popular girls in teenage drama movies did. "god, she's so annoying". you figured it was too late now to get out of the cubicle, even if you didn’t want to hear more about their conversation, fearing you could learn what she really thought about you. oblivious to your presence in the room, the other girl continued. "did you see how long she hugged him before he left? she's 100% in love with him" she joked, and even when you knew that it was a lie -at least, that was what you told yourself each time someone commented about your relationship with christian-.

the self doubt started to hit harder when the girl you had just met, who pretended to be friendly with you, continued to tell her friend what she had learned from your previous encounter. "i know, right? i just met her and i already can't stand her".

god, why were they taking so long? why couldn’t they just leave?

you didn't want to know more information, you had learned enough to last you a lifetime. certainly, enough to keep your distance with avery.

and with christian too.

"if she bothers you that much, why don't you make him choose?" her friend suggested, and your racing thoughts feared that she already had delivered her ultimatum. after all, she was his girlfriend, and it was a no-brainer that he would choose her.

and when you thought that, surely, it couldn't get worse, it did.

"it's insignificant, really. he'll never pick her. he already told me she's mason's little sister, so she's like a little sister to him too".

getting out of the bathroom just in time before the whistle blew, indicating the start of the second half, and having to sit next to avery and offer her a smile, was one of the hardest things you had to do. at least, during that day.

after the incident, you decided to keep your distance. no longer going to the bridge in fear of crossing paths again and having to pretend that you didn’t hear what she said, putting on a friendly mask, was enough to convince you that it wasn’t your place anymore. it had been difficult to justify your choice with christian, who inquired you about it the first weekend you missed, and they unfortunately had lost the match. eventually, you figured that you couldn't lie to him about being sick every weekend, so you made something up, like your schedule with college had just gotten too crazy to handle in the last couple of weeks.

mason, knowing you like the palm of his hand, didn’t buy it. but he also knew that he shouldn’t push it, and you would, in due time, tell him what was going on. he was your twin brother, after all. you couldn’t hide the truth from him forever.

that was how you ended at christian’s birthday party, without wanting to. all thanks to your brother’s persuasion.

it had started well, really. you had greeted the birthday boy when you two arrived at his once, but since then, he seemed to have banished from the face of the earth, and you, for once, were glad with his disappearance.

to endure the night, you had resolved to alcohol, which proved to have been not the wisest decision when it was time to meet with christian again, all warnings made by your sober brain about not going near him, in case his girlfriend was close, flew right through the wind when the first drop of alcohol entered your bloodstream. that was how you ended up dancing with him, maybe a bit too close to be excused as just friendly.

"stay away from him" a female voice was heard from behind you when you went to grab another drink. in your drunk, slurred brain, you couldn’t decipher who she was referring to, even if you recognized it was avery speaking. "what? from who?".

the girl rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at your ignorance. "don't play silly now. you know christian's with me. he's about to propose, and there's no place for the both of us, so back off. I don't care that you're his fucking best friend or whatever shit you made him believe. he'll never chose you over me".

the harshness in her tone had drained the alcohol out of your system, and you found yourself to be in an awkward position after processing what she had just said.

proposing?

unknown to you, christian was looking for you, since you had disappeared from his sight for far too long. when he saw the two of you, a confused expression was painted on his features, and his anger grew at hearing what she was telling you, even if he just got to catch the last part. "what the fuck are you talking about, avery?".

"I'm sick of her. you'll have to choose. it's me or her".

he frowned at her request, but still made his way over to you, standing so close that you could feel his chest touching your back. "i thought that i had made it clear that we’re over" he coldly said. the girl in front of you let out a furious scream, face turned red, and shoving whoever came in her way, earning herself some nasty glares. clearly avery had thought that you were the reason behind their breakup, but honestly, you had no idea that they weren’t together anymore, after almost totally cutting contact with him to avoid her. nevertheless, her plan of getting to talk to you alone and draw you away from him had clearly backfired.

“why didn’t you tell me before that she was mean to you?” christian said, with a stoic expression. you shrugged, “thought that you would have believed her instead”. he shaked his head in clear disagreement, questioning you again. “was she the reason you stopped going to the matches?”. having never been capable of lying to christian, even if it would be wise to hide the information to him, you conceded. “you’ve caught me”.

mason, who was hearing everything at a prudent distance as to not be seen, joined you two before christian could actually react to what you just had admitted. “can you start going again then? christian can’t score a goal even if his life depended on it if you aren't cheering him on from the stands,” he grinned, cheshire cat’s smile painted on his face, as he saw the faces of the two people that he appreciated the most, a shade of red. “mason!” you two groaned in unison, embarrassed at how the english one had put you on display.

#christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n #football x y/n #football x reader #football imagine

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