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American Mate - (5) Heated Discussions

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 2765 (sorry it is so short)

Work count for Story: 19,008

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Ko-fi and a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon.

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but is facing away from you, looking at his packmates.

Noticing that the group has gathered in a circle, something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager.

“Manager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.” He nods and moves towards the van in front.

“Mr. Min,” you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to the group of men. “I am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.”

Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, “Can you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?”

“Yes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.” Yoongi responds.

Unwrapping his tail, he pushes on your back softly, urging you to get in. He returns to the circle of hybrids in what looks like a new heated discussion.

After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.

After you had gone off with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. The mates seek comfort in one another. Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hosek around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.

Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there are six of them. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation.

“There are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?” asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them.

The vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once.

Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.

Hosek tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you, and it’s high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.

Jimin agrees with Hosek and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.

Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyung’s Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go.

Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.

Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were ‘no trouble,’ but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.

“Guys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesn’t understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation.”

“How are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she won’t believe us,” Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.

“That is a good question. I don’t have an answer right now.”

“We may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,” Hosek voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself.

Moving to hug Hosek with the others, Jungkook adds, “She may know about hybrids, but she doesn’t know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and what’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how precious she is.”

“That’s it! I go in van. Show Mate real!” Taehyung finally speaks up. He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Soekjin.

“No, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.”

Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos.

With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, “Packhouse, go now. Mate in pain.”

Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.

"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hosek, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,” Pack Alpha says with a hint of Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going.

“No,” Soekjin counters. “I pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.”

“Hyuuunnnnggg,” whined the youngest, “fine, I will sit in the reject van.” Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.

“We got our bun,” Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along. He mutters promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.

Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongi’s Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best.

Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now.

You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.

Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console, opened it, and held it out to you. “Would you like something to drink? We only have water.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir. I didn’t want to take something that belonged to the pack.”

Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye.

With a sigh, “Miss y/n, may I give you some advice?”

Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.

“You are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not.”

At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, “They will be there for you.”

You are not sure what was more surprising. The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.

Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hosek.

Hosek gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.

This puts you in the middle and unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two men’s bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs.

“Sit. Safe. Hyungs…hmmm…” Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha don’t want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.

“Sit, please, doll. Yoongi will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,” Hosek speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.

“Yes. Keep Safe. Guard.” Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you.

“Guarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me.”

Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to tighten you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes.

“I do hope you are not implying what I think you are,” Seokjin comments while handing Hosek your seatbelt.

His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, “you are much more cozy to sit with than Joon, Miss y/n.”

You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself ‘cozy’ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, “Ah, cozy, haha, I don’t think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.”

A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly. Looking over, you see Namjoon’s jaw is set, and Yoongi’s eyes have narrowed as they growl.

Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers which causes you to press against Hosek. Placing a hand back on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, “Doll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.”

“We do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongi’s face this isn’t the first time you have done this.”

Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, “It’s not self-deprecation. It’s pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.”

A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm now around your waist. Hosek chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin.

Whispering in your other ear, “While it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.”

While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions.

Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.

Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some kind of adverse reaction from the world’s most famous male K-pop band.

To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.

Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction.

“Kookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,” Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job always to calm down these two lovebirds.

Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyung’s lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, “Alpha, is this okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?”

The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate,”Scent then help mates.”

Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Tae’s thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along Tae’s jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across Tae’s neck, causing the Alpha’s breath to hitch.

Continuing his journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scenting session continues.

The scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes. It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix.

Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyung’s hand gripped Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.

Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.

Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.

“Tae-hyung, Minie-hyung, can I join? Please?” Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jimin’s thigh.

Nodding, Jumin moves to the other side of Taehyung’s neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.

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sebscore · 1 year

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part 2 to the Ollie x leclerc!reader where she’s at an f3 race watching her brother and Ollie

HER BAKU BEAU

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / ollie bearman x leclerc!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: swearing. francesco is made up lol.

author’s note: lol yall know I had to write about this weekend, cause charles + ollie absolutely carried!! its not a f3 race, but im sure this is good as well :)

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''I can't believe mum let me go.'' Y/N told Ollie over the phone, sitting almost alone in the airport lounge as she waited for her plane to start boarding.

She could hear her boyfriend chuckle on the other side. ''I'm grateful for her, though. You're gonna see me race tomorrow.'' His excited tone put a smile on her face, touched that he was so happy to see her.

''I just can't miss any of it; you got pole, charles got pole- I just have to be there!''

It had been a task convincing her mother to let her go to the Grand Prix, usually only going when it was during school breaks or if it was in Monaco, Italy or France. However, Charles' pole position and the fact that she didn't have school on Monday had helped her case immensely, and Pascale agreed to let her attend the GP.

The youngest Leclerc was instructed by her mother to listen to her brothers no matter what- something Arthur was definitely going to abuse- but aside from that, she had trust in her daughter and knew she wouldn't do anything reckless or dangerous.

''It was the craziest lap, I swear!'' Ollie exclaimed, recalling the chaos that was his final lap after damaging his car. ''It could have gone so wrong.''

''Yeah, but it didn't! It was perfect, you were perfect.'' Y/N smiled.

''Thank you, darling.''

The term of endearment had blood rushing to her cheeks, she glanced around the lounge and hoped no one noticed her flustered state. ''You're welcome.''

''I can hear you blushing.'' Ollie laughed.

Little Leclerc scoffed. ''I am not! I'm not blushing.'' She lied, pressing her palm to her cheek as a way to cool herself down.

''You are! It's okay, I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to make you blush.'' The Brit said, matter-of-factly.

'Your boyfriend'

They had been together for about 6 months yet she still wasn't used to Ollie referring to himself as her boyfriend. Not in a bad way, in a 'this feels like a dream and I'm going to wake up any minute'-way.

''This is the pre-boarding call for flight 91B to Baku. We are now inviting any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your identification and boarding pass ready.'' The monotone female voice announced over the speakers.

''Hey, Ollie. I have to go board now.'' Y/N was still underage so she fell under the 'special assistance' category. ''I'll see you tomorrow, alright?'' She bid him goodbye.

''Yeah, let me know when you've landed.'' It wasn't late in Azerbaijan, but she could recognize the fatigue in Ollie's voice.

''You'll be sleeping, though.'' She chuckled, knowing she would arrive quite late in the evening and that the Prema driver would be getting the much needed sleep for his sprint race tomorrow.

He shrugged his shoulders. ''So? I know it will like unconsciously make me feel assured that you landed safely.'' He reasoned, his explanation warming her heart.

''You really are a charmer, huh?'' Y/N got up from her seat and grabbed her suitcase, moving to the right gate.

She could hear a small laugh on the other side. ''If you say so.''

''I'm going to board now- I'll see you tomorrow, bye bye!''

''Can't wait! Bye, love!'' And with that the couple ended their call.

Before pulling her boarding pass and ID out of her bag, she sent a quick text to their sibling group chat. Since she was travelling on her own, Lorenzo wanted her to give as many updates as she could.

| Little Leclerc: boarding now, will text when we take off x

| Thur Thur: don't die 🙂

| Enzo TL: Have a safe flight! See you soon, chérie! X

| Enzo TL: Arthur, be nice!

| Charlito: safe flight, bébé :) ❤️

| Charlito: tell the staff if you need anything!!

| Thur Thur: she's 17, not 7 😒

| Enzo TL: you are the only one acting like a 7 year-old! 😙

''He's on pole again!'' The atmosphere in the Ferrari garage was out of this world as Charles took the pole position in the sprint shootout. Everyone clapped and was thrilled the Monégasque was able to retain the top position.

Andrea urged Y/N to follow him to Parc Fermé with some of the other Scuderia crew to celebrate another pole position for her brother behind the fence.

''Charlie!'' The voice of his sister grabs his attention and he made his way over to the youngest Leclerc and his trainer. Charles pulled her into a hug, kissing the side of her head. ''Two pole positions!'' She said, holding up two fingers.

''I didn't think we would be able to pull that off.'' Charles sighed, putting his bracelets on that Andrea handed to him.

They nodded at him, understanding his doubt. ''But you did it! Now we have to get ready for the sprint and push as much as we can.'' His trainer encouraged him, wanting Charles to be as positive as possible.

''Cha, I think you have to go do your interview.'' Y/N pointed behind him, seeing the F1TV staff waiting for the Ferrari driver.

Charles let out a deep breath, not in the mood and just wanting to prepare himself for the sprint race. ''I'll be right back.'' He begrudgingly turned around and walked over to the interviewer and cameraman, still politely greeting them.

Y/N tried focusing on Charles as he spoke to the woman, but Andrea lightly pushed her shoulder with his. She glanced at him in confusion. ''What?''

''For F2- which garage are you going to?''

She scoffed at the question, a shy smile forming on her lips. ''You're really asking me that?''

The Italian shrugged his shoulders. ''I'm curious.'' The teasing smirk on his face was evidence that it was more than simple curiosity.

''I'm going to Thur's garage.'' She answered, looking down at her shoes.

She'd had this exact conversation with Lorenzo the night before in the car. Although, it was a bit more serious than the one she was having with Andrea at the moment.

Her and Ollie had agreed to keep their relationship private for as long as circumstances allowed it. They were both aware certain fans could get a little crazy and Y/N already received hate comments for simply being Charles' sister, something she couldn't exactly control.

So, showing up at the Prema Racing garage wouldn't exactly be ''low key'' as Enzo had explained it to her.

''He won't say it, but Thur really wants you in his garage.'' Her older brother told her while driving back to their hotel. ''He really likes Ollie, but you're his sister, you know? I think if you would stand with the Prema's, he would think that you're not rooting for him.''

Y/N understood what he meant, and deep down she knew it was more important to stand on Arthur's side. Her brother might tease and annoy her, but he deeply loves her and her support means everything to him.

The sudden reappearance from Charles brought her back to the present.

''Here,'' he put the cap he had been given on her head, ''you can have it.'' It was obvious he wasn't a fan of the beglittered cap that functioned as a prize for winning the sprint shootout.

''Thanks, I guess.'' Y/N chuckled.

Charles patted her head. ''Maybe you should start heading to the F2 paddock, you don't want to be late.''

''Francesco is taking me later.'' His sister answered. Francesco was part of the Scuderia Ferrari crew, but also worked with the FDA drivers. He had offered to take Y/N with him to the DAMS garage since he had to check up on both Arthur and Ollie.

Her brother nodded. ''Good, don't want you to get lost again.'' He teased, jokingly rolling his eyes at the reminder of Silverstone last year.

''Hey! That was Arthur's fault, he shouldn't have left me alone.'' She defended herself, not liking the implication that she had gotten lost by herself while it was Arthur that had decided to leave her all by herself in the Prema hospitality.

Charles smirked at her. ''You got a boyfriend out of it, didn't you? You should be a little more grateful to Arthur.''

Y/N slapped her brother's arm, much to the amusement of the Ferrari crew and nearby lurking reporters, their cameras capturing the moment between the siblings.

Charles glimpsed at something behind her, pointing his finger. ''Francesco's there, I'll see you later, okay?'' He pulled his sister in a quick hug again, bidding her goodbye.

''Bye, Cha!''

The walk to the F2 paddock and garages wasn't too long and the good weather made it more enjoyable as well. She knew Francesco from when Charles joined the academy so they were well acquainted with one another.

While making their way to the DAMS garage, Y/N and Francesco pass the Prema one. The youngest Leclerc slowed down, confusing the older man next to her as he had no idea about the relationship between her and Ollie.

The feeling of disappointment sneaked up on her when Ollie wasn't in sight. She'd hoped she would be able to get a glimpse of him before the sprint race started, not having seen him for a few weeks now.

However, his dad and trainer noticed her. David and Jamie nodded their heads, subtly greeting her. Y/N reciprocated the action, happy she at least got to see part of his team.

Once she arrived at the French team's camp, she was met by Lorenzo warming Arthur up for his race. ''Took you long enough.'' Arthur joked, almost missing the ball that his older brother dropped out of his hand.

''I wish I had one of those electric steps, they'd really help me out.'' She said, sitting down on one of the empty chairs.

Francesco shook hands with both brothers. ''I'll take over, Enzo.'' The Monégasque nodded in appreciation and handed over the tennis balls to the older man, and sat down next to his sister.

''Nice hat.'' He snickered, resulting in Y/N rolling his eyes at him. ''So, uh, you've seen Ollie yet?'' Lorenzo asked, whispering the last part of his question.

The youngest Leclerc sibling shook her head. ''No, we passed by Prema, but I only saw his dad and Jamie.'' She explained to him.

Lorenzo nodded along to her words. ''He did really good yesterday, getting pole with a damaged car and a steering wheel that's not hanging right- absolutely crazy!''

Y/N beamed at her brother's small summary of Ollie's amazing qualifying from the day before, delighted he had nothing but nice words for her boyfriend. ''I know! I watched it during recess, I was like, trying not to start yelling.''

''I can imagine,'' her older brother smiled, ''but you're here for your brother now, okay? So don't start screaming for Prema when you're in the DAMS garage.'' His tone turned more serious, almost sounding like he was scolding the young girl.

''Of course. I'm happy to be here, Enzo.'' She shrugged his words off, understanding what he was trying to tell her.

He simply nodded and focused himself back on the other youngster. ''I think it's time to get in the car, Tutur.'' Lorenzo told Arthur who sighed, but gave himself an encouraging nod.

Before walking over towards his engineer, the youngest brother stopped next to his sister. ''I know I'm starting behind your boyfriend, but root for me, okay?'' Arthur pointed at himself, as if solidifying that she's there for him.

Y/N gave him a side hug. ''You really think I would come all the way here to not support you?'' Her brother's words surprised her, Arthur wasn't usually the one to explicitly ask for her support.

''Merci, bébé,'' a soft smile found its way to the Monégasques' face, ''okay, bye now.'' Arthur pinched her side, causing his sister to pull away from him in annoyance.

''I was worried you two actually got along for a second.'' Lorenzo commented, holding both of his siblings' shoulders and moving them to the garage.

''LECLERC LOST IT AS WELL!'' The commentary of Alex Brundle sounds as Arthur retired from the race, almost crashing into the wall. Y/N let out a deep breath as he stepped out of his car, relieved her brother seemed visibly not in pain.

She took a glance at the leaderboard and saw Ollie overtaking Frederic before the safety car was called. A soft smile planted itself on her face, before it was wiped away by the sight of the disappointed mechanics as their two drivers didn't finish the race.

While they waited for Arthur to get back, Y/N and Lorenzo followed the remainder of the sprint race which finished under the safety car, and Ollie took his first win of the season.

The young girl was over the moon for her boyfriend, knowing how much the first three races had let him down. However, the way Arthur stormed passed her and Lorenzo didn't give her enough time to enjoy the moment.

''Arthuro, calm down!'' Lorenzo told his younger brother, not a fan of the defeated Arthur that sat in front of him.

His hands went through his hair, his behaviour screaming frustration. ''I fucked up! Why did I fucking stay behind Théo?'' He muttered to himself.

''There was a lot going on, you just got distracted.'' Y/N tried comforting him. The restart had been absolute chaos, a total of 6 cars retiring from the race.

Arthur's head shot up at her words. ''That's the thing! I shouldn't have gotten distracted!''

''Hey! Pipe down, okay? No need to be yelling at your sister.'' Lorenzo argued, not a fan of his agitated tone and loud voice.

The driver loudly sighed, but mumbled a quiet ''sorry''. He took a few more moments to calm himself down, before glimpsing at his sister. ''Shouldn't you go celebrate your boyfriend?''

The usual teasing Arthur momentarily came back, a small smirk hanging on his lips. ''I want to be here with you, Thur.''

His gaze softened at his sister's sweetness. Arthur didn't say anything further, simply reaching his arms out for her and pulling her into a hug. ''I hate it when you're nice to me.''

''Don't lie, you bimbo.'' Y/N chuckled, not letting the hug last long due to his sweating. ''Please, take a shower- you smell.'' She pushed her brother away.

''Alright, alright.''

| ollie 🧸: fred and his team are gone :)

| ollie 🧸: just me, dad and jamie

| y/n ❤: 5 minutes x

She wanted to slap the teasing smiles off of her brothers’ faces as she bid them goodbye. ''If you're not at the exit on time, I'm personally knocking that door down and dragging you back home.'' Lorenzo semi-threatened her, a lame attempt at making a stern face.

''Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.'' Y/N promised her brother, quickly making her way out of the door and to her boyfriend's driver room.

All of the F2 team rooms were on the same floor so it didn't take her long to arrive at the Prema room. She knocked three times and opened the door.

The three men inside glanced up from their phone, the youngest one immediately standing up and taking a few big steps towards her. ''Hey!'' Ollie engulfed her in a hug, his head resting on her shoulder.

''Congratulations, race winner!'' Y/N giggled, rubbing his back.

''It was fucking crazy-''

''Language, Oliver.'' David interrupted him, reminding his son that he needed to drop the swearing.

Ollie rolled his eyes. ''Sorry, dad,'' he apologised, his cheeks colouring red, ''it was really really crazy- like suddenly a bunch of cars were out and I was in P2. I knew the safety car was coming out so I quickly overtook Fred and-''

''Ollie, breathe.'' His girlfriend interrupted his rambling, watching him getting out of breath as his chest went up and down at a fast pace.

The Prema driver looked taken aback, but nodded his head and took a deep breath. ''Yeah, anyway- it was amazing. I hope Arthur's okay, though.'' He had seen how his former teammate didn't finish, but wasn't aware of the circumstances.

''Yeah, he just got distracted by the entire mess and couldn't get out of it.'' Y/N explained to them, pouting at the reminder of her brother's DNF.

The three of them nodded. ''That happens sometimes, it was indeed a mess.'' Jamie sympathised.

''Here,'' Ollie grabbed her shoulder and pointed at the chair he was previously sitting on, ''sit down, sit down.'' He gently guided her forward to sit down.

Y/N swiftly shook her head. ''No, no. You just did a race, I'll stand- it's not a problem.''

The gears in the young man's head seemed to stop working as he simply stared at her, not expecting her to refuse the seat and offer it to him. ''Uh, no, I- uh…'' Ollie stuttered.

''You know what, kids? We have to go do something so behave in here, alright?'' David interrupted his son once again, sensing an awkward moment coming up and wanting to save him from that.

His dad and Jamie got up from their seats and moved out of the driver's room, his trainer sending him a wink before closing the door.

The couple slowly found each other's eyes, bursting out in laughter once they were sure the two men were gone. ''He's so embarrassing, I swear.'' Ollie sighs, taking his dad's original seat.

''At least they left us alone- Enzo would rather die than leave the two of us alone.'' Y/N retorted, sitting down on Ollie's chair.

The Brit laughed at her words, despite knowing it was 100% the truth. ''Yeah, I guess- anyway, I'm happy you're here.'' A soft smile formed on his face and he grabbed her hand that laid on the armrest.

The Monégasque mirrored his expression. ''Me too. I really missed you.'' She squeezed his hand, sending a wink his way.

''I missed you too. These last weeks have been hectic and as much as I love our Facetimes- it's been really hard not seeing you in person.'' He confessed.

Ollie didn't want to make her feel bad about all the time they've spent apart the last weeks. Their schedules simply never seemed to align. When he had days off, she was busy with school and when she wasn't studying, he had to train or compete.

Y/N pouted at his words. ''It's been hard for me too. My brothers see you more than I do,'' she teased, ''but I'm here now.'' The young girl smiled at her boyfriend.

''Yeah, I'm really happy about that.'' Ollie intertwined their hands, less shy about showing affection now that they were alone.

''So you're planning on doing a clean sweep or what?'' Y/N chuckled, remembering he had been first in every session during the ongoing weekend.

The Prema driver shook his head, chuckling as well. ''The team has been doing so great this weekend- it would be nice to take the win tomorrow and it would be even better if you could come watch me on the podium…'' He trailed off, a sneaky look on his face.

''You know people will talk about it if I show up there and Thur isn't on the podium.'' She told him, carrying a doubtful expression.

Ollie nodded, understanding her concerns. ''Yeah and for all I know, I might not even end up on the podium so maybe we're worrying over nothing.'' He mumbled the last bit under his breath, the possibility of something going wrong clouding his mind.

Y/N noticed and shuffled her chair closer to him. ''Hey,'' her hand cupped his cheek, ''you're gonna win tomorrow, like- don't tell Arthur this- but you're owning everyone right now.''

Her boyfriend chuckled at her words, his loving gaze settling on her. ''This weekend has just been so perfect… I don't know, you've seen my luck so far this season. I'm just scared that something is gonna go wrong.'' Ollie confided in her, voicing the thoughts in his head.

''Nothing will go wrong tomorrow! You put a damaged car on pole, Ollie!'' She laughed, gently pushing his shoulder. ''You're gonna do amazing and you're gonna make history.''

''You seem to have a lot of fate in me.'' Ollie smirked, his girlfriend's words making him feel better about himself and his race tomorrow.

Y/N teasingly rolled her eyes. ''If you don't like it, I can go and support someone else- what's his name again, Zane?'' She pretended to want to support his rival instead of him, knowing it would annoy him.

''Hey! Not fair!'' Ollie exclaimed, lightly giving her arm a tap. ''Me and Arthur are the only people you should support. Not the Barbados boy.'' He whined to her, trapping her in a hug.

The girl laughed into his neck, happy to get such a response out of her boyfriend. The couple stayed like that for a little while, enjoying each other's company and appreciating the time they were spending together.

''Bear, what time is it?'' Y/N asked him, suddenly remembering her promise to Lorenzo.

Ollie pulled out his phone from his pocket. ''Uh, 17:08.'' He answered, putting it back.

''Shit! I have to go.'' Her loud reactions to his words made him flinch as she jumped up from his arms. ''I promised Enzo I would be at the exit in like 2 minutes or he would bust down the door.'' She explained hastily upon seeing Ollie's puzzled face.

''He's not gonna break the door.'' The Brit snickered before glancing at his girlfriend's serious expression. ''Alright, he might break down the door. I'll see you later.'' He pecked her cheek, swallowing down his disappointment she had to go already.

''Don't forget we're getting ice cream later!'' She reminded him of their little date later in the evening.

''No, no! I'll be there!''

''You better, Bearman!''

''OLIVER BEARMAN WHO WON THE SPRINT RACE YESTERDAY AND NOW HE LOOKS UP AND SEES THE CHEQUERED FLAG AS THE WINNER OF THE FEATURE! OLIVER BEARMAN DOES THE DOUBLE IN BAKU! WHAT A WEEKEND FOR THE BRITISH DRIVER!''

Y/N had a hard time to not freak out and start screaming as she watched her boyfriend do something no one F2 driver had done before, not even her own brother had been able to do it 6 years before.

Lorenzo took a glance at his sister next to him, noticing the obvious joy on her face.

He nudged her shoulder. ''He did great, didn't he?'' Her oldest brother whispered, an unfeigned smile present.

She shyly looked at him, glancing down at her shoes. ''Yeah… I'm very proud of him.'' Her words came out quite slowly as she didn't want the people around them to hear who she was talking about.

A conflicting thought rushed through Lorenzo's mind, something that might have repercussions that wouldn't be able to be reversed later.

''How about you go to Charles already? I'm sure he'd love to spent some time with you before his race.'' Her brother didn't look at her while talking, focusing himself on Arthur's car that was making its way back into the DAMS garage.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to why she would leave without them. ''But what about you and Thur?'' She asked him, turning towards him.

''He still has to debrief with the team and we don't want you to be bored with that,'' he explained, still not sparing her a glance, ''you should go now, honey. The podium ceremony is gonna start and you don't want to be stuck in the crowd, do you?''

Her face brightened once she understood what he was actually saying. He wants her to be there for Ollie when he takes the top step of the podium.

''Yeah, I'll get going then,'' she took off her headset and gave it to her brother, ''tell Thur I'm proud of him.'' She swiftly added, feeling slightly bad about leaving before saying anything to Arthur.

''I will, now go.'' Lorenzo gave her a little push.

Y/N scattered out of the DAMS garage, trying hard not to look like a fool as she tried to walk as fast as she could to Parc Fermé. She hoped she would be on time and not miss it, cause otherwise it wasn't worth it speeding past all these people and almost running into them.

Ollie, Enzo and Théo already stood on the podium when she finally made it there, relief going through knowing that she wasn't too late for his special moment. The youngest Leclerc slowed down her steps, wanting to stay for as long as she could without being photographed or appearing on the large screen.

The British national anthem started playing, Ollie visibly scanning the crowd in hopes he would spot a certain person.

Luckily for him, he found her.

It was like fate had schemed the moment; Y/N looked up at Ollie right as he looked down at her- their eyes finding one another.

A rush of confidence went through Ollie's body, aware of the incredible feat he just achieved that won't be repeated any time soon. They held eye contact, and the young girl nearly stopped in her tracks as she shared a special moment with the boy she had grown very fond of over the last 9 months.

Ollie surprised by sending a wink her way, clearly not having done it a lot as he closed both of his eyes while doing it. Her cheeks flushed, flustered by the unexpected action that put a small smile on the Brit's face.

Despite her unhurried steps, she had reached the end of Parc Fermé. In a moment of bravery, she gave her boyfriend a quick wave before making her way to the Ferrari hospitality.

Y/N pulled out her phone and opened her Whatsapp, typing a message she knew would make the Prema driver laugh.

| y/n ❤: very proud of u, oliver winkman x

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ynleclerc a nice weekend in baku 🇦🇿 I’m very proud of my brother and the entire ferrari team 🏎️🧸🚦🥉

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| lorenzotl family time 😍

— ynleclerc ❤️

| charles_leclerc merci, bébé!❤️

— ynleclerc ❤️

| piarlesfanforlife NOT THE CAT PIC 😭 Y/N YOURE TOO FUNNY

| ferratifosi1655 the leclerc siblings >>>>

| scuderia_ferrari Grazie, Y/N! ❤️ Cut The Cat will miss you!

— ynleclerc I will miss him too! 🐈‍⬛😢

| gino_rosato FAMILY ❤️

| sharl1lechair6 the hug between Y/N and charles at the podium was the highlight of the race

| softforbearman8 the teddy bear emoji… and ollie liked the post… 👀

— sainzleclercfan pls don’t 😒 that is such a stretch

— softforbearman8 it’s just an observation!

— centraleclercs wasn’t Y/N dating paul aron? I swear that was a thing 🤔

— formulaofaron it was a rumour a while ago, but nothing was ever confirmed

— sainzleclercfan Charles made a Instagram story weeks ago asking for privacy! Haven’t you learned by now to just leave their family alone? 😤

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monster-slxt · 5 months

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Vampires you say? I happen to be a vampire connoisseur, some little things that have been on the brain lately - A vampire that can't stop themselves from sinking their fangs into your neck while they rail you into next week - Alternatively, a vampire who can stop themselves from biting you, they just don't. They whisper "hold still" in your ear and then bite you as hard as they can - Being a free use fuck toy/bloodbag for a covenant of vampires. They of course have to be careful not to drain you too much before your body has time to replace its blood volume, but they drink form you till your weak and unable to struggle, and then they spend all night using you like a fleshlight. They are creatures of the night afterall, they sleep all day and then have plenty of energy to use up at night. - Being a servant sent as a sacrifice to a vampire ruler, you presume you are meant to be a meal but instead they stuff your holes full of cum and you're made to join the group of other 'sacrifices' all of which are also filled to the brim

God these are all so good. Let's see if I can't combine them into something fun<3

"Really, they'll make a wonderful... servant! Very healthy, this one." It was all I could do not to shudder at my soon to be ex-employers words, offering me up as a lamb to the slaughter. The man, mysterious with sharp eyes, carefully took me in but said nothing. Instinctively I knew he wanted to watch my boss squirm.

Everyone knew the truth. Our town was practically run by a group of vampires. No one ever said it outright, but we all knew. You kept your head down, didn't get close to new comers who wouldn't last long, and everything was fine.

But everything was not fine. My boss had gotten himself into a spot of trouble. He never told me the details but it must be pretty fucking bad if he's desperate enough to offer me up on a silver platter. To call attention to himself.

"I think you might just have a deal." The monster, the head vampire if the whispers were correct, finally spoke up, "get out of my sight. You, come with me."

And just like that, i belonged to the vampire coven.

The first night had been utterly terrifying. Instead of being ripped into like I expected, the leader showed me around their manor and introduced me to the coven. Of course they fed from me that first night, but nothing more. Four mouthes latching onto me, sharp fangs piercing deep into my neck. Something about their bites left me uncomfortably warm and light headed, and I'm quickly shown to a room to recover.

Over the next few weeks my postion as blood bag is made painfully clear. All four of them are nipping at me every chance they get, and getting progressively handsier as time goes on. I get to learn their personality and preferences through these feedings.

The youngest is wild and impulsive- biting deep and harsh and almost having to be pried off of me by the others, lost in their hunger. They're the most handsy too, ice cold fingers slipping under my clothes feel far too good in my loopy post-feeding state. Another realm they need to be reigned in, no matter how hot and bothered feeding the vampires, the leader never allows anything further than heavy petting. It's honestly starting to drive me a bit insane.

The sweetest vampire has platinum blonde hair and likes to coddle me, cooing about how sweet I am and petting me while drinking my blood. They always make sure I end up somewhere soft and comfortable in the end. I think they must be getting off on taking care of me when blood loss makes me dizzy and frail.

It's still preferable to the second in command. They're outright cruel. Biting the deepest, holding me down and mocking my inability to fight back against supernatural strength. They like the hunt, following me in the shadows only to pounce when i least expect it- leaving me jumpy and paranoid.

I still don't know if I prefer them to the leader though. The leader treats me like food, nothing more. Just a pretty thing to sit on his lap and quench his thirst. He hasn't said a word to me since that first horrible night.

And so here I am, sitting on his lap as the others watch him feed from me. It's clear whatever aphrodisiac properties vampire venom have are getting to me- im hot and barely suppressing the urge to moan and grind against his thigh.

"Look, it's broken in enough isn't it? Poor things desperate." The leader detaches from my neck at that, cold eyes taking in my desperate form.

"You know, I think you're right." He says, leaning in close and nipping my ear. "I think it's finally time we showed our new pet some proper hospitality."

In an instant the others closed in, their freezing hands roaming every inch of my body. The chill felt heavenly against the heat of my own body. I was too lost in blood loss and vampire venom to have any idea what was happening, not that it would have mattered against the four of them.

#asks #monsterfucking #monster smut #dubcon #vampire #god i hope this is good its Very Late #and im Very Tired

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cinnamon-won · 9 months

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Stained | Enhypen Jungwon

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Description: jungwon doesn’t want to ruin the clothes that were given to him for the photoshoot, but he just couldn’t resist your touch

Warnings: sub!jungwon, dry humping, slight degradation/ humiliation, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc), use of whore once +lmk if there’s more

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Jungwon had never been one to feel possessive but there were moments when he just couldn’t help himself. How could he when he could see you just a few feet away from him getting close to Jake as you helped him put contact lenses in. Jungwon knew it wasn’t a big deal - Jake struggled with contacts so it made sense for a stylist to help him out, but seeing your face so close to Jake’s drove him crazy.

“Almost got it… just stay still…” you mumbled under your breath as you worked. When it was done, Jake thanked you and went to get a snack from the table. You turned around and made eye contact with Jungwon, noting his late change of expression when you faced him. Unfortunately for him, you noticed the jealousy before he could mask it with a smile.

“It’s time for the final shoot, should we do youngest to oldest?” Their manager suggested, ushering the boys out to the set. You followed quietly joining the other stylists on set.

“Can someone fix Jungwon’s hair?” The manager called. Upon hearing your boyfriend’s name, you jumped up and walked onto the set, pulling a comb out of your work belt.

“Not sure what I’m meant to be fixing, you already look gorgeous,” you whispered as you did your job. Jungwon blushed, averting his eyes. In a situation where you were so close to him, he would usually put his arms around you and hold you even closer but he couldn’t do that in front of these people.

“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?“

“W-what am I meant to say?“ Jungwon mumbled.

“A simple thank you for the compliment maybe,” you muttered, making sure no one could hear you. “Meet me by the store room when you’re done.”

You took a few steps away from him and announced that you were done before quickly running off set to rejoin your colleagues.

As the shoot began, you couldn’t take your eyes off Jungwon. He posed elegantly, the lighting showing off his perfect features. He had a deep, mysterious stare in each pose.

When the group photos were done, they began the solo shots, starting with Niki and going up. When it was Jungwon’s turn you wanted to stay and watch, but you were called to do something. When you finished you decided to go and wait by the store room for Jungwon to finish.

Jungwon finished his solo shoot and looked around, frowning when he couldn’t see your face. He then remembered what you told him and went to the meet up point.

“Hello…” he called. The corridor looked dim and scary, maybe y/n is pranking him.

Suddenly he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him into a corner. Before Jungwon could process, he was up against a wall, inches away from you.

“Did I scare you baby?” you chuckled, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Couldn’t you have picked a less haunted-looking area?”

“The more abandoned the better, right?” Jungown looked at you in confusion and you chuckled at his innocence.

“You looked so good in that photoshoot,” you whispered, hands leaving his shoulders and running down his torso. “So so good that I almost lost control over myself.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched when you reached his lower abdomen.

“Really?” He said but his voice came out as more of a squeak.

You hummed in response and decided to hover your hand lightly over his bulge. He whined quietly at the lack of proper contact, grabbing hold of your wrist and pressing your hand down over the bulge. It made you scoff.

“I’m being quite honest here, so… Wonnie, tell me why you couldn’t take your eyes off me either today,”

You snatched your hand away from his crotch area and waited for a response. Jungwon looked at you as he fought the urge to beg for your touch.

“You look pretty today too…” Jungwon mumbled.

“Is that all?”

“And… and I hate seeing you work on the other members,” he admitted with a pout.

“Ah so that’s why you were shooting daggers at Jake today,” You said with a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” He muttered.

“Well I think it’s cute. You want me to be only yours right?” You asked, placing your hand over his bulge again but this time in a more harsh manner. As you palmed him, you watched his expression change. “Answer me baby.”

“O-Only mine…” Jungwon moaned.

You leant forward and kissed him, the exchange being needy and sloppy. The sounds coming from Jungwon became more and more lewd as he stopped trying to keep quiet. He was lost in the pleasure he felt from simply grinding against your hand. He attempted to frantically undo the zipper of his pants but you smacked his hand away.

“Y/n please,” He muttered between high-pitched breaths. “I’m close.”

“So do it then,” you whispered against his neck, continuing to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin, but being careful not to leave any marks. That was for later.

“I-I can’t,” he whined, his legs beginning to tremble as he tried hard to control himself.

“Why not?”

“These c-clothes aren’t m-mine, they’re for the photoshoot!” he exclaimed. “Y/n please let me take them off first.”

“What’s the point?” You replied, sounding amused, making Jungwon look at you. “They’re already stained.”

Jungwon looked down as you removed your hand for a second to reveal a small wet patch from the precum. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “B-but these are-”

“Shhh… let it all out baby,” You whispered, teeth grazing against his earlobe. “Cum for me.”

“Y/n…” he moaned, grinding his lower half on your hand again and again.

“Clothes can be cleaned Wonnie, but you don’t want to go home without finishing, do you?” you teased. “I can stop now if you like… if you don’t want to ruin the clothes even more… but will you really be ok? I don’t think my baby boy could handle the rest of the photoshoot or the ride home.”

With each sentence your touch created more pleasure for Jungwon, teasing the outline of his dick and allowing the friction caused by the fabric to send him into overdrive.

“Go on Wonnie… you can do it,” you encouraged.

Jungwon pushed your hand away, grabbing your waist and grinding his body against yours desperately. Normally you might get angry if he was to act on his own accord, but his needy sounds were music to your ears.

It wasn’t long before Jungwon released into his pants and his body trembled. He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from the high.

When you both pulled away from each other, Jungwon looked down at the now much larger patch on his pants.

“What am I going to tell the stylists?” He complained, making you smile at his expense.

“That you’re a whore who got off from dry humping,” You chuckled, placing a finger on the outline of his tip. It sent shivers down Jungwon’s spine.

“Please no more,” he begged. “This is mortifying enough.”

“You forget that I’m on the styling team, I’ll take care of it so stop worrying,” you said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

When the two of you went back to the dressing room, you were lucky that no-one was there. You got Jungwon a fresh outfit and then fixed his make-up before sending him on his way.

Rather than going back to the set, you headed to the closet room where all the different outfits and makeup equipment were. As you tidied Jungwon’s ruined clothes away in the laundry box and busied yourself with other things, your colleagues returned to the room.

“They don’t even need our help to look good, we hardly need to fix them up on sets like these,” one of them said as they entered the room.

“Hey, y/n where did you run off to?”

“Stomach ache, thought it was best to get a break in before we start cleaning up and like you said, we’re not really needed on these types of shoots,” you said with a smile.

“What happened here?” Someone said, looking inside the laundry box. She picked up the folded pants and looked at the stain, eyes widening. “H-how…”

Since they were beginning to wrap up the shoot, Jungwon wanted to wait for you so that you could travel back together. As he was approaching the door to the stylists’ room, he stopped in his tracks when he heard the conversation.

“Didn’t Jungwon wear this outfit?” another said, and he instantly knew what they were talking about, so he stayed to listen. “Y/n didn’t you see him putting this in the laundry box?”

“It was already there when I came in,” you shrug. Since his cover was blown, you thought you should at least make sure they didn’t find out that you were the one that made it happen. Since you were facing the door, you noticed feet shuffling in an attempt to stay hidden, knowing immediately that it was Jungwon.

“We were supposed to reuse this outfit! How could he be so dirty?”

“It’s not a big deal, we can dry-clean it,” you replied.

“He could have at least waited… so filthy,” she said with a disappointed tone as she placed it back in the box.

“Hey it’s not that easy,” one of your male colleagues spoke up.

While they began arguing about ‘decency’, you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing your bag and jacket and slipping out of the door.

“You said you’d take care of it!” Jungwon complained as you two walked out of the now emptier building.

“I did try to hide it, but they found the clothes. That’s not my fault,” You shrugged, entering your car.

Jungwon sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Before you could start the car, you glanced at him, scanning his figure.

“Does it really bother you?” you asked. Jungwon didn’t respond. “Or did it turn you on?” You questioned, leaning across to grab his seatbelt for him. You made your movements slow on purpose, relishing his panic and the pink flush on his cheeks.

You pressed the seatbelt in and laughed. “It did turn you on, didn’t it!” you exclaimed.

“No!”

“Then what’s happening down there,” you argued, pointing at the hardening bulge. Jungwon’s hands flew to cover it up but his attempt was futile.

“You liked hearing them call you dirty… filthy…” you said, playing with the buckle on his belt.

“Maybe… I l-liked it,” Jungwon admitted.

“Should we continue this at my place?” you asked, to which he nodded feverishly.

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First time writing like this, but I had fun so let me know how it was :)

#cina🌙#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sub enhypen #enhypen x reader #sub jungwon #jungwon #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut #jungwon x reader

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in1-nutshell · 1 month

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I WANNA SEE MEGATRON’S DAUGHTER GOING TO TFE! I wanna see another Megatron being her father figure

Maybe the terrans would be their new siblings when their in that universe as well :3

I got a lot of similar request like this, so, they will all be combined in this one.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with opposite personality meeting the Maltos

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP/TFE

The Terrans were in the sub lab waiting for Wheeljack to introduce them to his latest build.

A mini groundbrigde for smaller travels.

They started up the machine.

The machine whirling to life.

“Hmmm… got to admit this is a first. Wheeljack’s invention hasn’t caught on fire yet.”--Elita

Wheeljack puffs his chassis a bit in pride.

The portal starts malfunctioning.

“I take that back.”--Elita

“EVERYONE GET DOWN!”--Wheeljack

A figure gets shot out the portal and flies straight into the wall behind everyone.

Everyone winces when the figure slides down the wall and lands face first on the floor.

Buddy groans as she feels some servo help her stand up.

Nightshade and Hashtag go to the bot and help them to their pedes.

“Are you all right? You took quite a fall.”--Nightshade

Buddy blinks looking at the green bot and the larger purple bot.

“Umm… thank you? You guys have been the first to ask me—”--Buddy

Buddy zeroes in on Megatron in the room.

Twitch notices the bot staring at Megatron.

“Oh! This is Megatron! He’s might not look like it but his a good guy!”--Twitch

Buddy raises her optics a bit.

“Good guy?”--Buddy

“He changed during the war.”--Bumblebee

Buddy looks at Bumblebee and walks up to him.

“Bee? You can talk in this universe?”--Buddy

“I can what in what?”--Bumblebee

Buddy takes a deep vent.

“To make this short. I’m from another universe, I got sent here through random portals that keep bringing me to different dimension of sorts, and now I’m going to be here until another one arrives in a couple of days—Oh Primus! Wheeljack what do you have on your face plate! Wait, getting off topic. Am I missing something… Is your war over?”--Buddy

“Yes, ummm…”--Optimus

“Oh! Yeah, my name! I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Everyone

“Yep. That’s the name my father gave me.”--Buddy

“Who’s your dad!?”--Twitch

Thrash pulls Twitch back a bit.

“Looks like we’re going to have a house guest.”--Alex

Buddy did keep some distance between her and Megatron in the beginning before ruling out this Megatron was one of the good Megatron’s.

Buddy nearly faints realizing these Terrans were younger than her.

She immediately assumes the role of oldest of the youngest group.

Buddy was extremely protective of Bumblebee hearing his voice.

Anyone who made a remotely offensive comment about his talking was met with a glare.

The Terrans want to know everything about Buddy’s universe.

Buddy is extremely light on the details.

“We have a small team of Autobots on Earth and a slightly larger group of Decepticon’s.”--Buddy

“What do you do for fun?”--Jawbreaker

“Fun? Like watch indoor movies?”--Buddy

“What about driving around?”--Hashtag

“Umm I don’t really get out much. I’m in charge of decoding relics and texts.”--Buddy

“Relics? Why?”--Nightshade

“What about flying with your Megatron?”--Twitch

Buddy subconsciously makes herself a bit smaller.

“He… We…”--Buddy

“Don’t you guys hang out?”--Twitch

“They don’t hang out.”--Elita

“And how do you know?”--Hashtag

“That’s because her war hasn’t ended, am I correct?”--Megatron

Buddy gives a nod.

The Terrans feel for Buddy.

“The war still going on?”--Jawbreaker

“Yeah…”--Buddy

“Why hasn’t your Megatron done anything for peace yet?”--Robbie

“Because my Megatron can’t be reasoned with. He either wins the war or no one is going to win. And he is willing to hurt anyone he can to keep the war going.”--Buddy

“That can’t be true!”--Twitch

Buddy nods silently.

“Hey Buddy? I’ve notice you haven’t talked about your parents… are they…?”--Nightshade

“No… my father is still alive.”--Buddy

Then that’s good news right?”--Jawbreaker

“Who’s your Dad?”--Mo

Dot and Alex step in.

“Kids I think that’s enough for today.”--Dot

“No, no its fine Mr. and Mrs. Malto. The subject on my father is… difficult to say the least.”--Buddy

“Take your time Buddy. We’re ready when you are.”--Alex

Buddy takes in a deep vent.

“My father is Megatron.”--Buddy

It’s silent.

The Terrans immediately jump to defend their Megatron telling her that he is a good guy now.

Even Bumblebee offered his words on it.

Buddy told them that she believed it, truly.

Any Megatron that was willing to work with Optimus was a good Megatron in her book.

As the days go on Buddy becomes more and more comfortable around the small family the Maltos created.

Buddy is simply blown away by some of the bots and cons around.

She never would have thought there would be a universe where things looked to be so peaceful. Truly a dream.

The Terrans offer to teach Buddy games and even joins in Bumblebee’s exercises.

Buddy also gets into a sparing match with the yellow bot.

It was a pretty close draw with Buddy losing because she saw Fluffy ears.

But there does come a time when Buddy does open up a bit about her past with her Megatron.

“Did your Megatron ever… hurt you?”--Megatron

Buddy nodded, not trusting her voice.

Even after so much talking about the subject, it still made her chock up on tears.

“Was it…”--Optimus

“It was bad yes. I was moved to the Autobots for my own safety after he came back the… I don’t even remember which time he disappeared leaving me in charge again.”--Buddy

“You were in charge of the Cons? Why not stop the war then?”—Megatron

“I never got in contact with my Optimus before he came back. But things are definitely much better now. Not the best but a bit better.”--Buddy

Megatron looks at Buddy for a second and slowly pats her helm.

She just smiles at him sadly.

“I know you feel guilty. But its not your fault. None of it is.”--Buddy

“I’m only sorry to never have had the pleasure of meeting you in this lifetime.”--Megatron

“Maybe you will… or maybe in a way you have.”--Buddy

Buddy and the others look at the Terrans goofing off in the pasture.

Soon enough, the portal comes back.

There are so many hugs for Buddy and open invite to come back.

Buddy is dubbed ‘The Cousin from another universe’.

Buddy wears this with pride.

Nightshade already promises to find a way to get a portal to her universe safely.

“Good-bye everyone!”--Buddy

“Bye Cuz!”--Twitch

In TFP…

Buddy shoots out of the portal straight into Bulkhead’s back.

“…At least it isn’t a wall this time…?”--Buddy

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tf earthspark #transformers earthspark #tfe x platonic reader

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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CAN U DO LIKE A VIVA X FEMALE READER???? MAYBE WE'RE THE YOUNGEST BROZONE MEMBER?

YESSS😝DOBLE UPLOAD

Viva x Fem!Reader||•••Love at First Sight•••

•Words:1.1k

•Fluff

•Bruce being an annoying older brother🙄

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“HALT…WHO GOES THERE” a loud voice boomed from the terrifying clown face. We all screamed as me and Poppy were holding on to each other scared out of our minds. Branch started to talk to the big clown face and mentioned how we are only here to find our brother Clay. Once he said that, it went quiet for a little while until a large hairball popped out of the clown’s mouth. Branch stumbled back a little while trying not to get close to the unidentified object.

But all of a sudden a blonde haired pink troll appeared from the ball. “Ouuu I wanna try that” I whispered in Branch’s ear. He looked at me and said “yea it’s cool but not right now” I shrugged my shoulders at my brother and before I could concentrate on what she was saying I was wrapped in a tight hug and spun around like 10 times. “Woahhh” I yelled before tumbling into the ground. “OMG I’m so sorry are you ok” asked the pink troll. “Yea” I muttered as I was dusting myself off, but when I made eye contact with her, it was like fireworks went off in my mind.

I didn’t know I was staring until I felt a light pinching sensation on my arm. I looked to who it was and it was JD. I gave him a hard slap on the arm and continued to apologize for staring. “Oh it’s ok, I’m Viva if you didn’t get it before” she said bashfully as she held her hand out to shake mine. “That’s a pretty name,” I tell her. “My name is y/n” I tell her shyly while shaking her hand.

Before I could say anything else she zooms away and says something about food and suddenly lights are coming on all around us and different looking trolls are bringing us food. Now one thing about me is that imma enjoy some food so when I see a big basket of fries being brought to Bruce and Tiny I dig in.

Not even 2 minutes of me eating the delicious fries, Bruce mentions a burger and all the trolls around us start to run away and scream. “Why are they scared?” I ask Viva. I guess I startled her cause I came outta nowhere, but she told me that it sounded close to bergens. I don’t get why bergens are still scary to others so I just nodded and agreed. I head over to Tiny and Bruce and all of a sudden we hear a familiar voice.

“We call burgers…meat circles” I instantly knew who it was and so I got excited and yelled out to him “Hiii Clay!” He looked to where the voice came from and then his serious expression changed to an elated one. He rushed to me and picked me up yelling “Awww little n/n” and “Oh you’re so cute baby sis.” While he’s still treating me and Branch like babies I hear a giggle from Viva and now I feel my face heat up from her sweet voice. I guess Bruce picked up on how I was acting when me and her interacted, so he pulled me away from the group. “I see the way you look at her,” he tells me, smiling smugly.

Before I could get a word in he says “Awww my little sister has her first love” and goes to wipe a fake tear from his eye. “I am not in love with her Bruce, I just met her.” I argued with him but he could tell I was lying from the blush I held on my face. “Whatever you say n/n” he says rolling his eyes. Once we make it back to the group Viva and Poppy are missing. “Where’s Viva and Poppy?” I asked concerned. “They’re probably off to do some sister bonding I guess” Clay says shrugging his shoulders. “THEYRE SISTERS” I yelled. They seemed so alike that I hadn’t even noticed.

When I finished asking my questions about them being sisters, Bruce decided to blurt out and say “Y/n likes Viva.” I knew he was teasing me but damn did it turn my face a dark shade of s/c. My brothers looked right at me shocked with a mixture of giddiness on their faces.

They started to bombard me with questions and advice, but I say “We literally just met” and all I heard was “so” and “Love at first sight” from Bruce. “I could tell Viva for you,” Clay says, ready to play Cupid. “Tell me what?” Viva asks as she heads back to the group with Poppy. “That y/n lik-“ before Clay could even get it out, I put my hand over his mouth trying to save myself from public humiliation. “He doesn’t need to tell you anything, Viva it’s ok.” I say trying to stay cool but failing miserably.

She walked closer to me and I started to blush even more and she said “You sure n/n” in the most innocent and questionable tone ever. I almost told her but I declined again and said it was nothing. After I confirmed it was nothing she walked away and from what I was witnessing she didn’t want Poppy to leave Putt Putt village. The giant gates of the village opens and all of my brothers and Poppy heads toward Rhonda. Before we boarded we heard a sad Viva say “You guys can’t go…please Poppy.” She looked between me and Poppy trying to get us to stay.

It hurt me to see her sad, so I went back to hug her and comfort her. She hugged me so hard like if she were to let go of me she would lose me forever. “You could come with us,” I tell her, trying to persuade her. “No I can’t” she tells me as she slowly starts to walk away. I felt like this was my chance so I ran to her and kissed her softly on the lips. She looked at me like she just saw a Bergen and I told her “I’m kissing you now because even if I don’t make it back you could remember me at least. And if I do make it back we can be together.” I tell her as my own tears start to fall. “You promise n/n” she says now hugging me tightly “I promise Viva.” “Be safe y/n” she told me as I ran back to Rhonda.

As I boarded Rhonda, my brothers and Poppy looked like they just had a mental breakdown. “Why are y’all cry-“ before I could finish, they all pulled me into a bone crushing hug and started to compliment and tease me about how me and Viva basically just confessed. “I guess you were right Bruce” I say looking at him. “How so?” He asked cluelessly. “Love at first sight is real” I say looking out the window as we slowly see Putt Putt village dissipating from our view.

WOOOO HOPE YALL ENJOY🤍😫

#trolls #brozone x reader #trolls band together #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls branch #trolls viva #trolls x reader #viva x reader #viva trolls #viva la vida

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arroganceisherfavoritecolor · 3 months

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I will take ANYTHING with colin and/or rodrick (#I'm desperate i've read everything twice) Sorry if thats vague, but I'm like a garbage disposal and will take anything atp. Thank you if you look at this, have a great day/night!

Something about whats-her-name

"Mr. Heffley, whats got you daydreaming away in my class, hm?" Rodrick snapped back to reality, the brittle voice of his teacher shattering his thoughts about- wait... what was her name again? Oh, that's right, Y/n. Y/n L/n, how could he have already been in his 3rd year of high school and barely notice her? "Oh, sorry, it wont happen again" Rodrick said, like an idiot. The teacher simply rolled her eyes and went back to the lecture. As the teacher was talking, Rodrick went back to thinking of Y/n. Since they had just came back from winter break, Y/n must have moved her schedule around and ended up getting put into his 4th period English class. The seating chart app must have been on Rodrick's side when it was determining the new seating chart for the remainder of the year, because it had placed Y/n one person above him, but still in the row next to his, giving him a perfect view.

She was more than just gorgeous, more than ethereal, more than any word that Rodrick's pea-sized brain could come up with. She wasn't like all the other girls Rodrick had liked in the past, most of them quite prissy and rude. But Y/n? Y/n was cool, stylish and you could tell she was NOT just another brick in the wall. Although she was seen hanging out with Heather and her goons sometimes, you could tell she was nice. Rodrick knew she had an amazing personality, and he wasn't just saying that because he was totally head over heels for her. Every time he saw her from across the campus during lunch, she had that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. When he had asked his friends about Y/n, they had only good things to say about her. After a few weeks, Rodrick decided he HAD to get to know her, so he set up a plan.

Rodrick had came to the conclusion that he was going to throw a party that weekend. Since his parents and youngest brother would be gone, Rodrick felt it was the perfect (and probably only) opportunity to throw a sick ass party and impress the girl of his dreams. He sent out a group text in his schools group chat, which soon got screenshotted and posted on various social networking's. Most of the time, Rodrick didn't give a damn about what his peers thought of him. He had gone through all 11 years of school being seen as a dorky, emo weirdo. But now that Y/n was in the picture, Rodrick gave every damn and a bag of chips. He knew this kickback of his had to be off the hook, it was really his only chance to get Y/n to fall for him.. because y'know, he cant just go up to her and ask for her number or something... boy logic.

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The Heffley household was PACKED. Teenagers coming in like ants marching. 30 minutes after the party started, Rodrick chose to stop answering the door, and just leave it wide open. People were drunk, some partying it up inside the house, and others passed out in the yard. As he surfed through seas of people, Rodrick made his way to the backyard. There, he saw Y/n sitting on the porch, alone. He opened the sliding glass door, feeling the fresh air on his skin. Y/n turned around, eyes widened. They soon softened when she saw Rodrick. He stood there, looking down at Y/n. She smiled, scooting over to make some room for Rodrick. He smiled, sitting down next to her. Finally, he broke the silence. "So... am I interrupting something? Or are you only out here 'cus my party's lame?" Y/n smiled, Rodrick swore he could feel his pupils dilate. "Nah, of course not. It just really stuffy in there, needed a breath of fresh air." She broke eye contact with him, looking down at her drink. Rodrick saw it wasn't even beer, it was Coke. As he continued to stare at her, Rodrick realized that Y/n is even prettier up close. She turned her head to look at him, which made Rodrick snap out of his trance. "Is there something wrong?" Asked Y/n, her head cocked to the side. What kind of question was that? Of course there was something wrong. Rodrick is sitting outside with the girl hes been damn near stalking, ALONE, and he probably creeped her out because he can't keep his eyes off of her for two seconds. "No, nothing wrong. You're just.." Rodrick couldn't find it in himself to spit out what he so badly wanted to say. "I'm just what?" Y/n's eyebrows were furrowed, a confused expression on her face. "You're so beautiful" Oh shit. It just slipped out, he didn't even mean to say it. Her eyes were wide, her once confused face now turned surprised. "Oh- oh my god. I'm.. i-i'm so sorry Y/n i ju-" Rodrick's stammering of nonsense was cut off by Y/n's soft lips kissing his. Her hands found his face and thumbs gently began to stroke his cheek. Y/n pulled away, a sweet smile on her face. Rodrick's mouth was hanging open, speechless from what had just happened. "Whoa, okay uh, alright." Rodrick said, which made Y/n giggle, eyes scrunching up and sparkling. "I don't wanna sound conceited, but I know everything Rodrick. I can feel you staring at me during 4th period, I notice how you purposely walk by my table during lunch, I even see all the profile views you leave on my socials." With every word that came out of your mouth, Rodrick could feel his face getting warmer and warmer. "O-oh my god Y/n, I'm sorry." He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the blush. You laughed and softly grasped his wrists, uncovering his cute face. Y/n looked into Rodrick's eyes, deep and dark and desperate looking. "I don't mind at all, Rodrick." She said, eyes switching from looking at his eyes to his lips. "Why didn't you ever talk to me sooner, Rodrick?" Oh lord, hearing his name coming from your voice sounded like music to his ears. "Well I mean, you're just so... I cant even think of a word. I guess I've just been intimidated by you, I didn't know how to approach you." Y/n's eyebrows raised. "Oh, is it because i'm just sooo scary and discouraging, that it took you 6 months to have a conversation with me?" Rodrick laughed, feeling the tension wearing off. "Well, I guess you cant be THAT scary since you just ate my face" Y/n rolled her eyes, gently slapping his arm. "Seriously though, I really like you Y/n, I know i'm a wuss for not talking to you sooner." Y/n smiled at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Kiss me again, Rodrick."

And so he did.

A/N: THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK GUYS! Lowkey rushed bc school stuff lol (i'm dying inside) PLEASEEE request more stuff!! thank u so much for requesting @my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu !!

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick x reader

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ha1taniwh0re · 5 months

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Childhood crushes

Warnings: poly sex, oral(m and f receiving)

Not very proud still working on writing poly sex

When I was a teenage girl I always loved boy group called D€L1NQUENTS. I would always dream about all members. The group has 4 members, oldest Ran Haitani than his brother Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and youngest Sanzu Haruchiyo. Ran is a leader of the group and lead rapper, Rindou is main rapper, lead dancer and center, Kokonoi is visual and face of the group also lead vocalist and our maknae of group Sanzu is main dancer and main vocalist. I could never choose one to be my bias so I had a crush on all of them. They gave me dream to debut too and I did, not as idol but as dancer. THERE dancer. When I found out that I will from now on work with my childhood crushes I almost fainted. Today I came early to practice a choreography that Im making for some girl group. When I opened the door of dance room they were inside just chilling and waiting to start practice.

"Good morning everyone" I said and bowed.

They looked at me and smiled.

"Good morning to you too (name)-chan" theu said together.

"You came early today, can we know why?" Ran asked.

I put my water bottle and belongings on floor and looked at them.

"Im doing a choreography for Lula so I wanted to make something before we start our practice for your concert" I said and smiled.

"Mind if we watch you?" Rindou asked.

"No problem at all"

They moved somewhere so they won't be in my way while I dance. A choreography was more sexy style so when I finished Im not surprised by what happened next. Boys were smirking at me and came very close to me.

"Can I help you??" I asked a little bit nervous.

I mean I still like them so yeah I am nervous when they are close to me. Ran was behind me and he pressed my back to his front part and played with my hair. Rindou and other two were in front of me just smirking and eyeing me.

"Tell us (name), is it true that you want us? That you dream about us fucking you till you can't walk?" Ran asked me whispering it in my ear.

I blushed a lot and when I wanted to turn to face Ran, Koko took my hand and pulled me to him. Our lips were just millimetres away.

"Yes or no babygirl?" He asked.

"I-i.... I do" I said a little bit embarrassed.

"Well we still have 1 hour more till others start to come" Rindou said.

"More than enough to satisfy this princess right here" Sanzu said.

Koko was still holding me but when he wanted to kiss me he stopped.

"You want this?" He said.

"Yes"

"Than say it" he smirked

Even tho I was horny at that moment I was still shy.

"Please guys"

I looked at other 3 who were smirking too.

"You should watch yourself doll" Ran said

I was confused at first but second later Koko took my head and turned me to look at him and kissed me. We were kissing for good 2minutes but others weren't of course just standing and watching. Sanzu was kissing my neck, Rindou was behind me, his hands were traveling on my body and Ran started to undress me. When Koko and I stopped kissing to catch some air Sanzu pulled me by my neck and kissed me hungry. Ran and Koko took each of my breasts and started to kiss, lick and suck them. I started to moan into Sanzu's mouth and Rindou took opportunity to slip his hand in my panties.

"Fuck... guys"

"Isn't it feeling good baby?" Koko said

"Aren't... h-here cameras??"

"Who cares?" Rindou asked while kissing my neck.

"They will enjoy with us" Ran said

"B-but someone can send it t-to medias"

"And what? Is this a rape?" Sanzu asked

"N-no"

"Than it's just celebrity porn" Koko said.

"Rindou please don't stop"

"Looks like someone likes this situation" Rindou said.

Sanzu, Ran and Koko got away from me and Rindou, I turned around and started kissing Rindou while he was fingering me. I don't remember how but we got to sofa. He took my panties off and started to eat me. Other 3 came to us but this time naked. Ran was playing with my breasts while I was sucking and giving handjob to Koko and Sanzu.

"Fuck baby you are good at this huh?" Koko said

"Damn Haitanis you should try this" Sanzu said.

"Well let's switch" Ran said.

Now Koko was the one who was eating me and Sanzu was playing with breasts while Haitanis were having there time.

"Fuck it baby I need you" Sanzu said.

I was confused a little but than I felt him entering me and damn he was huge.

"Sanzuu it's too big I can't"

"You could suck, you will handle it too"

He started to go fast and it felt like heaven.

"Omg Sanzu yes right there please"

Other 3 were smirking at me for enjoying this moment.

"Fuck im close"

"Awwww princess you want to cum?" Ran asked.

"Yes please"

"Well you need to ask nicely" Rindou said.

"Please guys Im begging you"

"Not asking but she said please" Koko said.

"Come on princess cum on his dick" Ran said.

I didn't need to hear it one more time because I came all over Sanzu's dick. When I started to catch breath Koko put me on all four and entered me.

"FUCK KOKO "

"Baby is a little bit sensitive huh?"

"You can take his dick doll right?" Rindou said.

I nodded as yes but damn there dicks were huge. They changed so many positions. The last one was me on top of Koko while I was sucking other 3. Do I have to say that I cumed like 10 times? After all of them finished I almost fall asleep but than I felt some hands and like someone sat on sofa.

"Princess are you alright?" Ran asked.

"mhmm"

"Doll let's dress you up and we go to drink some water okey?" Rindou said while helping me to stand.

They weren't really gentle so I fall immediately, but Sanzu and Koko caught me.

"Woops careful baby"

They helped me to dress and gave water and some crackers. We all sat on sofa and they give me attention and everything and they were so sweet.

"You were doing great baby" Sanzu said.

"Yeah you were wonderful love" Koko said.

Ran and Rindou were cuddling me.

"Hey princess do you want to repeat this sometimes?" Ran asked.

"Really?"

"Yeah beautiful but don't think of us just as sex partners okey?" Rindou said

"So something like dating?"

They looked confused a bit but then smiled.

"Yeah something like that" Koko said and kissed me.

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@depraved-ending @rybunnie @icarusthefoolish @elli4ever

#anime #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #tokyo revengers kokonoi #kokonoi x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu x reader

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i-am-church-the-cat · 5 months

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Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

#my hand slipped #sorry for hijacking your post anon #but i love this!!#domestic loscar for the win!#loscar #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #f1 rpf #anon #anon ask #fairy-eyed eagle

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 24 days

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AITA for ditching my friend for kicking someone out of our Discord server?

Some context before I begin. We are strictly online friends, with all of us having more than one social. I am the youngest of this group when this happened, with a friend named Yammy being the oldest, a girl named Isabella the second oldest, a girl and a boy named Lisa and James about driving age, and me, essentially the baby. There are a few other people who would not want me to talk about them here, but they’re all around Lisa and James’s age.

I met Isabella on Deviantart back in May of 2022. We hit it off almost immediately, sharing several interests and a common friend (James). About a month later, we were joking about forming a cult of kindness, and since her username had something with a chicken in it, we named it the chicken kindness coop (she changed it to coop for ethical reasons). I met Lisa, Yammy, and a bunch of other people on that server, and we would do shitpost roleplays and share vents about our real lives. I remember Isabella constantly posting vents and pictures of her life. She was homeschooled, which I used as justification for her constant messaging. Isabella was my grounding stone for a long time.

However, things started to fall apart in May of 2023. Out of the blue, I got a message in a brand new message channel named ‘Judgement Hall.’ Isabella purposefully did not give Lisa access to the channel. She wanted to kick Lisa out of the group chat because she was uncomfortable with her being around. Her reasoning was that Lisa was very religious, which we all knew about and respected. I, as a trans male, and a few other anonymous queer members were all fine with her as she was always a refreshing break from the wild roleplays and heated debates on how you should water your mochi. However, Isabella said Lisa was triggering her religious trauma. I, being an easily influenced minor, let her run her course. However, Yammy stepped in and let Lisa know about Isabella’s message. She sent a mass text out, and told us she was leaving and that this was an unfair judgement on Lisa. Here’s where I might’ve been TA. I immediately replied to her message, saying I was leaving, and asking why Isabella wanted to kick Lisa from the chat without even telling her. I then left the chat.

Later, when Yammy reached out to me, they said that James (who also had religious trauma, but was completely fine with Lisa) had reached out to Isabella. Him being one of the few people who stayed for a while without leaving or being kicked, he was in pretty much an empty server, minus Isabella’s most loyal friends and another friend who would later leave after saving some screenshots. James talked to Isabella, who deflected behind her autism and adhd diagnosis, tried to guilt trip James into feeling bad for her, and playing the victim, saying she did nothing wrong. James (who was probably 3 years younger than her, mind you) was trying to make Isabella see that banning someone from the server behind their back was not ok, but she freaked out and stopped talking. Now, we’re all still dealing with the fallout from this situation, but about a week or two ago, a mutual friend of Isabella and I told me that Isabella wanted to talk, and she wanted to feel less betrayed. Now I feel really bad, because I acted pretty abruptly, but I really don’t know. Yammy and my other friends think I’m in the right, but our mutual friend says I betrayed her and left her in the dust. I really need an outside opinion.

AITA?

(sorry for the incohesive mess)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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clementine-writes-things · 7 months

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Hostage With Benefits

Summary: Y/n is taken captive by Hans Gruber and is easily seduced by his charm.

Contents: Smut with barely any plot, degradation, gun kink, spitting, choking, BDSM, bondage, power kink, humiliation, strong language.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: sorry if it's formated weird or too short or something like that, I spent a long time writing it and it's 1 am right now, I'm so tired. I hope you guys enjoy it though!

Christmas music played throughout the 30th floor, the party was alive and the people were cheerful. Everyone was wearing their finest attire, men in their tuxedos and suits, women in their dresses and skirts. Today was Christmas Eve, and naturally, Mr. Takagi thought it would be a good idea to have a party at work. It served a double purpose, the party, as the company had just made a big sale.

It was typical of this company, to have parties for the workers, booze and drugs in almost everybody's system. However, your position in the company determined if you got to join in on the party as well. This is how y/n got stuck working during the celebration. She was an intern. Not that she cared about the party, she actually found it to be rather boring.

"Y/n, be a doll and get some more booze, would ya? You know where it is." Ellis said, his voice slurred.

Y/n grimaced, Ellis was a creep. He constantly did drugs at work, flirted with any woman who breathed, and worked his way into the company with his daddy's money.

"Yeah, sure." She said.

The girl stood up from behind her desk, where she had been sorting out files, stapling them, and then putting them in alphabetical order in the filing cabinets. Ellis had disappeared as soon as he had arrived, which was a relief for y/n, as his presence made her physically ill. Straightening out her skirt and tugging on the bottom of her button up shirt, she grabbed the walkman off her desk and hooked it onto her hip. Placing the headphones on her ears, she clicked the play button and smiled as 'Rebel Yell' started to play.

Y/n was fairly young, only 24, the youngest person in the building. Even though she didn't get treated like an actual member of the company, people still found her presence to be comforting. A young, optimistic and innocent aura was a huge contrast to the dark and dreary feeling of working in an office. She took pride in how friendly and approachable she was.

'Let's see…the drinks should be on the 15th floor, near the cafeteria.' She thought to herself.

Having to go through the crowd of people, y/n paused her Walkman and lowered the headphones. Although she didn't feel like participating in the party, it would be rude if she didn't say hi to a few people. Passing by a couple workers, glances were cast at her, obviously critiquing her outfit. She knew she wasn't going to be a part of the party, so why would she dress up? She still looked nice in her opinion. She wore a white, slightly cropped white shirt with short sleeves. It was a little too tight for her, but she didn't really think much of it. The skirt she had on was a soft teddy bear brown with two black buttons, some frilly white lace underneath the skirt, showing only slightly. White socks with small ruffles were on her feet as well as shiny black flats.

"Y/n, nice to see you! How's your night going?" Ms. Gennero asked.

"It's fine, Ms. Gennero. Thanks for asking. Sorry, I need to get some more drinks for the party." She excused herself.

Reaching the elevator, she felt relieved. The crowd of people around her was nearly enough to suffocate her. She pressed the button to the 15th floor, placing her Walkman back on her ears and continuing to listen to music. When the doors opened, she stepped inside, popping a piece of gum she had into her mouth as she waited to arrive at her destination.

Around 15 minutes later, a group of men had taken over the 30th floor. Guns in hand, ready to shoot and kill on command. The party that had once been so alive and happy, was now dismal. A man stepped forward, a small book in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!" He declared with a strong accent.

The room grew quiet, everyone afraid to make a sound.

"Due to the Nakatomi corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, it is about to be taught a lesson on real power. You will be witnesses." The man cleared his throat, looking down at his book.

"Now… Mr. Takagi? Where are you? Where is the man who used to be in charge around here?" An arrogant smile spread across the man's face.

He strolled through the crowd of people, glancing around at their faces occasionally as he looked through his book of notes. Everyone he saw had fear glazed over their eyes, hands shaking, knees trembling, brow sweating. As he came near the end of the crowd, he glanced down at another man.

"Enough!" A voice said from behind him.

The foreign man turned around, his movements fluid and calm.

"Ah, Mr. Takagi. How nice to meet you. I am Hans Gruber. Let's have a little chat.."

~skipping the interrogation scene cuz I don't want to write about takagi getting shot lol~

"See if you can dispose of this.." Hans gestured to Mr. Takagi's dead body.

"Karl, you go back up and watch the hostages. Theo, get to work on the vault. I shall like to look around the building in search of any stragglers."

Once assured that everyone had understood their tasks, Hans left the room.

Y/n had made it to the 15th floor quite some time ago, but she had decided to make herself a snack in the cafeteria. Her shoes were held in her left hand while a slice of the PB&J sandwich she had made was in her right hand. She had taken her shoes off because they were far too tight, no one would care if she didn't wear her shoes. Groaning, she opened the fridge, remembering that she was supposed to bring back more alcohol. She put her sandwich in her mouth, holding it in between her lips as she grabbed a bottle of vodka with her free hand.

'I hate this job.' She thought to herself as she walked out of the cafeteria.

As the doors swung open, she nearly fell over. It was difficult to open doors when your hands were full. Her Walkman still was over her ears and she started to dance a little when Dreams by Fleetwood Mac started to play. Her skirt flowed as she twirled around, the smoothness of her socks allowing her to slide across the floor. Turning around the corner of the hallway she noticed a man at the elevator. She waved at him - or - tried to as she had her hands full. The man looked surprised, but his facial expression softened as she approached him. He noticed she had her shoes in one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other, and a sandwich in her mouth. Y/n placed the bottle on the floor and grabbed her sandwich with her now free hand.

"Hi! I'm y/n! Sorry, I just got back from the cafeteria. Getting some more drinks for the party!" She stated, her voice a happy tune.

"Hans. Hans Gruber."

Hans put two and two together and concluded that y/n was referring to the Nakatomi Christmas party. This was perfect for him.

"I'm supposed to be at that Christmas party right now. Would you mind showing me the way?" He questioned.

Nodding, the girl bent down to pick up the bottle but was stopped by the man. He grabbed it.

"Allow me."

Smiling, the girl took a bite out of her sandwich and entered the elevator with Hans. Bending down, she pressed button 30 and started to balance back and forth on her heels. Hans was taken aback by her behavior, but found it slightly entertaining.

"I'm an intern! I don't really like my job, but I can't do much about it." She bluntly explained.

Hans just nodded in response.

The elevator doors opened and y/n walked out. As she looked over the room, everyone's heads turned to her. Confusion and fear spread across her face as she saw men with guns aiming at her. Turning around, she attempted to run but Hans had dropped the bottle of vodka, letting it shatter on the ground, and quickly grabbed her by the back of her neck.

"Not so fast, liebling…" He murmured against her ear.

"Y/n! Leave her alone!" Ms. Gennero shouted, accompanied by a few other protests.

Smirking, Hans looked at his men. He chuckled in y/n's ear as he pulled her closer to him.

"Well, if she's so important, perhaps I should keep her. Make sure you all behave, unless you want your poor intern to perish." He mocked, a fake frown on his face.

Everyone began to scream and wail, y/n accompanying them. Ignoring the cries, Hans dragged y/n to the office he had claimed. Shoving her down on the ground, he closed all of the blinds. Straightening his tie, he approached her slowly.

"Let me go!" She exclaimed.

Hans merely laughed at her pathetic excuse for a plea.

"Mmm, I'm afraid not. Taking a whole company hostage and leading a heist is a very stressful thing. I think some company would do me good, and you're quite entertaining." He mused.

Y/n, though not restrained, felt like she couldn't move. She was worried that if she moved even an inch, she would be killed instantly. Hans looked her over, raising an eyebrow once he realized how she was dressed.

"Rather slutty for a Christmas party, don't you think?" He teased.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"At least I don't show up in a suit and tie to hold people hostage. What, you think you're a part of the mafia? Hoping to be in The Godfather Part III?"

Hans whipped his head around, lowering himself to her level and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"I think you shall find it wise to mind..your..tongue. Just because I find you entertaining does not mean I won't hesitate to shoot you between the eyes. So I suggest you watch your attitude, young lady."

His words were like honey. Venomous honey that coated her body. The pressure of her hair being pulled and the intimidation that filled her while he was glaring at her sent shivers through her spine. Hans noticed this and scoffed. He tugged at her scalp once more, harshly. A soft anguished moan left her throat. Hans stood up.

"Your outfit matches your mind. Perverted and whorish."

Leaning back against the desk, hands gripping both sides, he tilted his head at her.

Raising his hand, he used his finger to gesture for her to come to him. Reluctantly and cautiously, she obeyed. Standing directly in front of him, she felt her knees get weak. He brought his hand to her face, using his thumb to wipe off jelly from the corner of her lip. Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he sucked the jelly off. Her heart raced, baffled at how attractive she found the man in front of her to be. Smirking, he grabbed a chair and put it next to the chair behind the desk. He took his seat in the office chair.

Y/n backed up slowly. Hans rolled his eyes.

"Sit down!" He roughly demanded.

Y/n scurried over next to him, frightened by his tone of voice. Sitting in the chair, she started to button up more of her shirt, realizing she was showing way too much. Hans brought up a hand to stop hers.

"Obviously you were more than comfortable to dress so promiscuous today, so I don't expect you to change anything now."

Hans slowly removed his hand from over hers, making sure to run his thumb over her nipple as he did so. Y/n's thighs clenched together and she bit her lip. Smirking, the man removed his hand completely and grabbed his radio.

"Theo, process on the vault."

"Halfway there."

"Good. Stay on schedule. If anyone needs me, radio in. I do not want to be bothered."

With that, he put the radio away. Slowly, he turned towards y/n, his hand gripping his pistol on the desk.

"Tell me, dear y/n, are you afraid?"

She nodded.

"I see. Do you wish you weren't here? That I wasn't here?"

She nodded again.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her thighs. On the seat, he could see a shimmering wetness. Chuckling, he used the tip of his pistol to lift up her skirt, revealing her soaked panties.

"Mmm, I think you're lying to yourself my dear."

A blush spread across her face as she attempted to stand up, ready to march out the door. But a strong hand on her shoulder forced her back down.

"Sit. Down. Do not make me tell you again." His voice was stern.

As she sat back down, Hans pulled her chair closer to his. A smirk was plastered across his face and a mischievous glint lingered in his eyes. Gently, he placed his large hand on her thigh, rubbing the inner part with his thumb.

"I find you fun, liebling. You're very entertaining to watch."

Y/n squirmed in her seat, gripping the sides of it firmly. The feeling of his hand on her thigh drove her crazy in a way that made her feel dirty. Hans noticed this.

"Do you know what Stockholm Syndrome is?" He questioned.

She nodded.

"I-Its when a hostage or a victim of kidnapping grows dependent on their kidnapper. Or form a bond."

He nodded.

"Do you feel a bond with me, my dear? Are you dependent on me?"

Y/n grimaced, shaking her head. Though, secretly, she was thinking about him in ways that she shouldn't speak out loud. Hans smirked, moving his hand up her thigh, thumb tracing her panty line. Her breath hitched and she let out a small yelp.

"Say yes. Say yes and I'll make you feel the best you'll ever feel in your life." He said lowly, sincerity lined his tone.

Somehow, y/n believed him. This man looked like he could fuck you for a day straight and not get tired or even break a sweat. He looked like a Greek god chiseled in marble, like a work of art. She thought about this for a moment, maybe, letting him have sex with her would guarantee that she would live. It was worth a shot. And, as a plus, she'd be getting amazing sex.

She nodded slowly. Hans rolled his eyes and gripped her chin harshly.

"Words. Use them while you still have the ability to make coherent sentences." He hinted at what was to come.

"Yes." It came out like a gasp.

Without another word, Hans grabbed the girl by the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on his lap. His raging hard-on was noticeable in this position, as y/n felt it poking underneath her skirt. Hans chuckled at her reaction, a gasp leaving her mouth.

"Tell me, young lady, have you ever been fucked before?"

"Yes. Only once, but it wasn't that good.." She answered.

Hans smirked, trailing his thumb up her thigh and planting his thumb over her clothes clit. Y/n moaned softly, gripping the sides of chair.

"So, you're an innocent young lady who just chooses to dress like a whore? Why is that? Do you crave attention? Or, maybe you just enjoy it."

His words caused her core to gush. She had never been talked to like this before, and she found it oddly hot. The way his rough hands against her skin felt, along with his rough words. It was a sinful combination.

"Answer me." He growled, bringing his hand up to her throat.

She coughed, clawing at his hand.

"Y-Yes, I want the attention!" She sputtered.

Releasing his grip from her throat, he gave her face a light slap.

"Don't worry, you'll get lots of it. Let's just hope you can handle it."

In one swift movement, Hans stood up and placed y/n on the desk, pushing her skirt up slightly. He let out a low moan as he saw how soaked her panties were. With his left hand, he pushed her down so her back was on the desk and her legs were hanging off. Yanking her panties to the side, he licked his lips at the sight of her bare center. He roughly pressed his thumb against her clit. A shrill whimper left her throat and Hans took pleasure in the noise.

"Who knew you Americans were so kinky? Finding the idea of being fucked by your kidnapper hot. Or, is that just your own twisted fantasy?" He mocked.

As she was about to speak, he shoved two fingers inside her. He curled them as soon as he got knuckles deep. Her back arched and he used his left hand to slam her back down, groping her left breast.

"I'm getting you nice and ready for me. If I didn't prepare you, then you would suffer greatly. And that wouldn't be fun for either of us-"

He leaned down to her ear, nibbling on her neck.

"-because I love hearing you moan in pleasure."

Y/n, as if commanded, let out a pathetic moan. The feeling of his fingers inside of her flooding her mind with lust. She was lost in the sea, and only he could bring her back.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that…"

Hastily, he started to undo his belt, holding it in his hands when he finished. He let his pants fall to the floor and grabbed her hips. Flipping her over, he forced her to lay on her stomach across the desk. Y/n's ass was on full display to him underneath her skirt. Out of nowhere, a sharp sting landed on her ass and she let out a groan in pain.

"Oh, the dirty whore likes that too?"

He landed another firm whack against her cheeks, which were surely red by now. Leaning down, he planted kisses on the bare skin, biting down on it too.

"Fuck! H-Hans!" She moaned.

The feeling of leather wrapped around her throat, and she suddenly felt herself being pulled back, her back arched. Hans had wrapped the belt around her neck, almost like a leash. It was humiliating to say the least, but that made it all the more hot.

"You shall call me Mr. Gruber, is that clear? Do you call all of your superiors by their first name?" He asked.

She scoffed.

"You're not my superior."

Once again, she was flipped over. Now, she lay on her back, Hans hovering directly over her. His tie hung loose and his eyes were narrowed. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss against her lips. His tongue slid in her mouth, claiming it as his own. As they pulled apart, a string of saliva connected between them.

"In this room, I am."

Quickly, he clamped his hand down on her mouth as he roughly pushed himself inside her. Y/n's eyes widened and she clawed at his back. The feeling of being stretched out was so sudden and raw that she couldn't handle it. Angrily, Hans roughly pulled out and pushed all the way back in.

"This suit is worth more than your education, I suggest you unhand it you filthy whore." He spat.

Afraid to disobey, she did as she was told. Instead, she wrapped her hands around his neck. Smirking, Hans unbuttoned her shirt slowly while keeping himself still inside of her, taunting her. He was surprised to see she had no bra on. He bent down and licked a stripe from her navel all the way to her collarbone. Nipping at it gently, he whispered in her ear.

"Now, let's see how much you can take."

Without another word, he began to fuck up into her at an animalistic speed. Moans tried to leave her throat, but she choked on her own words. Ecstasy and lust clouded her senses, and all she could think about was him. Him and his dick. Her walls clenched around him as he spit on her chest, as if he was telling her that she was disgusting for this. And, in a way, she was. But she didn't care. For this was the best sex she had ever had. Hans brought his hand down, prying her jaw open and shoved two fingers in her mouth. She began to suck on them, swirling her tongue around them. Hans moaned at the sight, his movements becoming more harsh.

"So pathetic, letting me fuck you. I could kill you right now." He grinned, bringing his gun up and pushing it against her head.

Y/n's heart raced, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She felt herself getting closer to her release, and she whimpered around his fingers, signaling this. Placing his gun down, he grabbed both of her hips and raised them slightly, giving him a better angle. Her hands dangled off the desk and flailed around aimlessly as he continued her merciless onslaught on her cunt. His head flew back as he felt himself get close. Quickly he pulled out and grabbed her hair, yanking her towards him. Without warning, he turned her around, so her head was hanging off the desk and shoved his dick deep down her throat. As he did this, he leaned over and continued to fuck her with his fingers. Not even a few seconds later, y/n felt her orgasm wash over her and she arched her back as her arousal coated Hans hand and arm. Seeing this sight pushed him to his limit, and his cum filled up y/n's mouth. Pulling out, he sat back in the chair, watching as y/n breathed heavily. Her mouth full of his cum, trickling down her face and onto the carpet, her tits perked up from the cold chill in the building, and her legs dripping with her own arousal.

"Merry Christmas to me…" He chuckled to himself.

"I've had better… Mr. Gruber.." she smirked, jokingly.

"Oh? Then let's go for round two."

#writers #fanfic writer #hans gruber #die hard #alan rickman #smut

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luimagines · 7 months

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Visitors From Another World Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Twilight and Warrior.

Content under the cut!

Time

Time was going to wage war against the gods- of this he was sure by now.

“I wonder where they are.” The young boy in front of him pokes and picks off a few leaves from the nearby bush. “My dad would be home sometime next week but grandma and Bubbah would be wondering where I am.”

“So... Link...” Wild has to pause a little, feeling the name sit strangely on his tongue. “You say that you’ve never left home like this before.”

He shakes his head. “I usually stay home with Grandma and my cousin, Zelda. But Bubbah left for a long time a while ago. They haven’t come home yet, so I should look for them too.”

“Do you know anything about Ganon...or Ganondorf?” Wind pokes his shoulder.

Time winces. Standing next to each other, it only shows how young they really are. Wind is still significantly older than the boy. He might be younger than he himself was when he first started.

Said boy shakes his head. “Who’s that?”

Many of the boys shift uncomfortably.

He notices and hums pensively before he tugs on Wind’s shirt. “Is he the one in charge of the monsters? Bubbah went to go fight them when they attacked. Is he a bad guy?”

“One of the worst.” Wind replies instantly. “So you’re sibling went to fight them?”

He nods. “I got caught by a HUGE one! But then Bubbah stepped in and saved me. I got to stay home after that.”

“Sounds like you got lucky.” Legend runs his hand over his face.

“Well we’ll try to get you back home safe and sound, just as before, ok?” Time kneels to look him in the eye. “That way no one worries about you.”

The boy smiles and nods, entirely too trusting. “Ok!”

Something catches in the back of Time’s throat. He’s not sure what it is. This boy should be on his adventure by now. The youngest of them yet. But instead for the love they had for him, he had someone to take his place. No one knows if they’ll come back. He might be first to have escaped the worst of it.

Time reaches over and ruffles his hair. “We’ll make sure nothing happens to you, ok?”

“We’ll need to give him a name.” Four points out. “If we’re all named Link, we can’t exactly call him either.”

“Woah- you’re all named Link too?!” His jumps a little on his toes. It looks like there’s little stars in his eyes at the thought. “I thought I was the only one named Link!”

Time snorts. “It’s quite common actually.”

With a small hum, Time pokes his shoulder. “How about we just call you Lucky? That way no one gets confused when we’re trying to talk to one another.”

He giggles happily and juts his thumbs toward his chest. “I am pretty lucky.”

“Then it’s settled.” Time ruffles his hair one last time and stands again.

“This is going to be interesting.” Legend bites the inside of his cheek. “He doesn’t knw how to fight.”

“And he won’t learn.” Time mutters his breath. “Not if I can help it.”

“That doesn’t sound wise, Old Man.”

“He’s escaped fate enough as it is... I won’t plunge him any further.” Time turns to the group. “There are nine of us. Surely we can all look after one boy.”

Lucky tilts his head and grabs Time’s hand. Something about these people seem safe to him. So they can’t be all that bad. “Ready to go when you are!”

Something in Time softens even more. “Alright.” He turns to the others. “Let’s go.”

Twilight

“I am Lenora, daughter of Apollo.” The blade poked close to his throat as the young woman stared him down. She couldn’t be much younger than him, if at all. “Who are you and why am I here?”

Twilight can feel his heart beat in his chest as he eyes her. “I am Link... you are in Hyrule but I wouldn’t be able to tell you why.”

There’s a power in her blade, he can feel it. He goes to touch the edge of it and push it aside. Only for his finger to completely go through the blade as if it didn’t exist.

They both freeze.

Twilight does it again. And again. And again.

“Ok that’s enough.” She coughs and pulls her blade away, sheathing it on her back. “That clearly didn’t work as well as I had hoped.”

Twilight stands, dusting himself off. “Can I ask you one question before you go off again?”

“I really don’t think it would work a second time but ok.”

“Who’s Apollo?”

She freezes a second time.

“Is he some important figure? A king? Chief?” Twilight tries guessing. “You must be from really far away because I’ve never heard that name before-”

“He’s... a god.” She cuts him off. Twilight shuts up in an instant. “The god of music, youths, art, healing, the sun and light-... virtually everything?”

She sees that none of it is clicking for him. She deflates a little. “The one time I get to throw that title around and of course you don’t even know who he is.”

“Our goddess of light is Hylia.” Twilight answers for her. “Are you even from Hyrule?

“Never heard of her.” Lenora sighs. “I’ve never heard of this Hyrule eith- wait.”

Twilight waits.

“What did you say your name was again?”

“Link.”

A beat passes. Lenora takes a deep breath turning around to pull at her hair before she turns back around again, sticking her hand out. “I owe you an apology.”

“I doubt it, but I’ll take it.” Twilight takes her hand. “Does being a daughter of Apollo makes you a god too then?”

This could be quite dangerous for them if that was the case. Twilight didn’t exactly know the protocol here on how to deal with gods- but he had hoped that perhaps he could just treat her like he would Zelda and not get cursed in the process. He hopes her gods were just as forgiving as their own...or so he can imagine. He was never the spiritual type to begin with. He’s never felt so out of the loop.

“Good grief- no way!” She waves him off and his unvoiced fears. “I’m only half. I’m just as human as the rest of you but I have like powers and stuff. Nothing fancy. If anything it only gives us trouble. Getting hunted down by monsters since you’re young isn’t exactly a fair trade.”

“Monsters, huh?” Twilight tries to smile. “We have those here too. You should meet my traveling group, they probably more familiar experience with that than I do. Most started out younger than me.”

“Oh yeah.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Would they be able to help me get back home?”

“Doubt it.” Twilight explains. “But they would probably be able to explain what’s happen better than I can.”

“Great. More questions. Love that.” She rolls her eyes, walking past him.

Twilight follows her, putting his own hands behind his back. “I know the feeling.”

“Let me guess...End of the world?”

“Most likely.”

“Monsters coming from different realms and time periods?”

“You know it.”

“...I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Warrior

Warrior didn’t know what to think about their new comer. They were opinionated and headstrong. Someone he thought he knew how to deal with- but Warrior wasn’t sure what to think of them. They’ve only been around for the span of a few days and even then he was already at his wits end

He pulled his shirt over his head, diving into the river to think and clear his head. It wasn’t often that he indulged himself with a swim, but with so many others keeping an eye out, he didn’t think there was any harm in it.

Beside him is another splash and Warrior has to bite off an earth shattering groan. He dips under the water in hopes to avoid coming in contact with whoever joined him but he needs breath sooner than he realizes.

Coming back up with a gasp, he shakes his head, freeing the water from his hair and wiping it away from his eyes.

“Hello Captain.”

“Yes, hello.” He looks up and screams. “Ah!”

Bare chested and unbothered, the woman in front of him keeps running the water through her hair now that it’s been let out of the daily up do. She stands there coming it with her fingers. “Is there a problem, sir?”

Warrior feel himself flush instantly and looks away to save face. “You’re a woman?”

“Always have been.” She shrugs, still unbothered. Then she pauses. “Did you not know?”

“No!”

“I never tried to hide it.”

“It’s harder to figure it out when you dress and act like a man.” He rubs his hands over his face. Differing opinions makes more sense now- but now Warrior begins to come to the conclusion that there’s getting out of this.

She seems to start taking offence. “And who was I supposed to act?”

“My god.” Warrior gasps, horrified. “I wrestled you!”

He turns around to say it to her face- only to turn right back around and cover his face again. His entire face has turned red by this point. It stretches from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck and travels all the way down his back until his body is a bright pink color.

A beat passes, letting Warrior struggle with his inner turmoil before the woman behind him starts to laugh.

“You did wrestle me. ...And lost.” She adds through her giggles.

“I don’t care about that.” Warrior whines. “I’m going back on land- you can just... I have no clue... keep doing what you were doing, I guess. I’ll let the others know not to bother you.”

“It’s not that bad.” She adds. “The soldiers back home didn’t have a choice. We get used to it.”

“I’d... rather let you keep some dignity- soldier or not.” He add, moving out of the water. He’s never been so happy to keep his trousers on. He can’t face her anymore. “Is this why they call you Mulan?”

“She was a hero who snuck into the army, pretending to be a man.” Mulan dips backwards, floating on her back against the water. “I got found out a lot sooner than she did but I was allowed to say because they couldn’t afford to kick me out. The General hated it, but eventually we came to see eye to eye.”

“I’ve never heard of that story.”

“I thought it was quite obvious.”

“Well its’s nOt.” Warrior shucks his shirt over his head, ignoring his voice crack.

“Are you going to tell the others?” She gets up suddenly and Warrior senses that there’s an underlying fear there.

He keeps his face to the ground as he talks to her. “No... I don’t know the laws of your land but our queen typically leads the army. It’s not unheard of to hear of women in the army. But we all have secrets. If you’re not going to come out and say it, then I’ll keep this to myself.”

She seems to relax, sinking into the water with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Yes... well..” Warrior clears his throat. “I’ll get going then.”

To then walk directly into a tree.

He powerwalks away, ignoring the giggles he leaves behind. He’s got some reconfiguring to do before he can get anything else done.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #little link #Mulan! Link #I finally got to write about Lucky!!!!#I love him!!!!!!#old timers know who he is #if you've been around since the beginning it's no surprise to you <3

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just--a-lurker · 10 months

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what the dog doin

Dog hybrid!Leon S. Kennedy x fem K9 handler!reader

Total words: 3.6k

One of the hybrids at your new job causes a lot more trouble for you than you can ever imagine.

warnings: !!18+!! !!MDNI!! noncon/rape, biting, violence, gore, gun mention, breeding kink, somnophilia, knotting, public sex, hybrids, bestiality-ish (hybrids not considered as people despite them being mostly human), Leon is sort of yandere in this

a/n: this is technically my first fic (💀) so it’s a bit rough, and anything in this that makes you go “huh that actually isn’t that bad” is probably thanks to this getting a read-over + suggestions by the much more talented @noowayybroo who also writes great fics that are infinitely better than this one (they’re actually good, go read them!!) I picture re2 leon with this but it doesn’t really matter. title is because i can’t title things and it’s funny to me (i am dying of irony poisoning). formatting on tumblr is terrible what the hell

You are hired as the new K9 handler at the local police station. When you arrive for your first day, the chief brings you to the kennels and introduces you to the dogs that you'll be training while you're here. You’re a bit nervous, this job being the first time you really get to test your skills, but you try your best to not let your apprehension show.

You come face-to-face with a group of stern-faced dogboys, who are obediently sitting, waiting for your commands. Well, most of them are. They seem to have lined up by seniority, and despite your view of the dogs later in the line being blocked by some of the bigger dogs, a light-colored dog at the very end catches your attention with all of his movement. Approaching the smallest dog at the end of the line causes him to become overexcited, jumping up to try and touch you.

K9 recruit Kennedy, or Leon, according to the engraving his basic collar had, enthusiastically greets you by standing up and licking your cheek. His long, fluffy tail wags excitedly as he starts to... bounce? Out of happiness. He manages to stand still for just a few moments so he can say something to you, but you can tell it’s taking all of his effort to stop moving.

"It's so nice to meet you! Hi! I'm Leon! I love you!"

You’re amused by the pup’s declaration, and scratch behind his ears when he bows his head to you. You find his mannerisms charming, if a bit out of place, and you wonder if he knows he’ll be completely still and calm like the other dogs after you train him. The chief states that officer Kennedy is the newest and youngest of the group, and he arrived after the old handler left, so he hasn't had any training at all.

"He's eager but a bit of a troublemaker. Shouldn't be a problem for you though, of course." The chief laughs, patting you on your shoulder before leaving you to your devices with the dogs.

You go through exercises with the entire pack, pleased to see that most of them were already well-trained and would just need practice to maintain that training. You give extra attention to Leon, who is indeed eager to follow your orders, but seems constantly distracted. He has lots of energy and seems to prefer pets and scratches behind his fluffy ears to any kind of treat. He seems to be getting along well with the other dogboys, but after a week of you being there, something about Leon changed.

He was still the overexcited puppy you knew him as, but he was a lot more distracted than normal. You catch Leon staring at you with a dopey look on his face, responding to nothing until you gently pat him on his head or he sees you interact with another dog. Leon doesn’t like this, getting into fights with whichever dogboy you seemed to favor over him, who much to the other dog’s credit, shrugs Leon off and ignores him. He constantly takes your items and hides them, his favorite item being the keys to the kennel, which he hides in what you feel like infinite amounts of obscure spots around the room. Whatever the item is, you end up being stuck in there for an extra hour until you find them. Any discipline you dish out is met with that same, stupid smile, and you watched his tail thump on the ground happily, even when you called him a "bad dog". All of this was starting to get to you, but you figured that you can eventually train him out of it. After all, he's still new, and maybe he's still adjusting to having to interact with you. At least, this is what you would have thought if he weren't getting more... physical with you.

Constantly following you around, even after you dismiss him so you can train the other dogs, he curls around your feet and bites down on your clothes to stop you from walking away from him. He shoves his face into your crotch, forcing you to push him away roughly. He takes the opportunity to lick at your groin if you take too long to push him away, and as your reaction to the sudden shock of wetness and warmth quickened, the more often he would try to press himself there. You eventually place him in a crate while you are working in the kennel as you can’t do anything productive without him tripping you up.

Leon isn’t too happy about this, and howls loudly the entire time, forcing you to muzzle him in order to prevent noise complaints from your coworkers. The muzzle only stays on until he quiets down and promises to behave, but it wouldn't even be 5 minutes before he misbehaves again, and you feel his tongue on your clothed ass. All you can do is sigh in disappointment and drag a whimpering Leon back into his crate. You would think that being publicly humiliated in front of the other dogs would act as a deterrent, but it was as if Leon didn't care at all for their thoughts.

It isn’t just his behavior that is strange. You feel embarrassed to even notice this, but he sports an almost constant hard-on, which was laughed off at the vet as "just something that dogs have sometimes, it'll go away soon." but you're glad to know that he has a clean bill of health otherwise. You're not sure why he's so naughty lately -- you wish that there would be at least some paperwork regarding his history before he came to the precinct --but it's as if they picked him directly off of the street. You're worried that his behavior is due to hormonal reasons, and if it gets any worse it can only be fixed by, well, fixing him.

You spend more time training the pack, with Leon showing some progress whenever he isn’t trying to press himself on you. You really hope that his problems won't crop up in more serious situations, and you pray to whatever higher power is out there that he isn’t called to a scene anytime soon. Of course, when all the other dogs were unavailable, you are called to bring a dog over to investigate a crime scene. You walk towards the officers already present with Leon in tow, trying to keep him at an appropriate distance. Leon is overjoyed to finally reach the site and hugs your leg after you stop in front of the two officers. You harshly pull at his collar when you feel him trying to subtly grind on your shoe, giving him a stern look. The other officers smile at you and pet Leon’s head, which thankfully makes him stop humping you.

While you're getting briefed, a shot nearby briefly deafens you as one of your fellow officers collapses, head burst on the pavement. You try to grab Leon to duck somewhere safely while you figure out who is shooting at you, but Leon seems to have gotten spooked or got lost in the chaos, as he is nowhere in sight. You can only wish that whoever was firing at you will take pity on the poor pup. You peek out from your cover to try and get more information, but you’re shoved unceremoniously on the ground as one of the instigators hits your kneecaps with the butt of their gun, before pointing the nozzle at your head.

"Not even an actual cop, just the dumb dog-fucker." They sneer, before hitting you with the gun again, this time a hard butt to your jaw.

"Guess you weren't a good bitch for him if he completely abandoned you like this."

You're completely discombobulated from the assault and you close your eyes to stop the light from making the agonizing pain in your head worse. You tear up from the sting of pain and your failure, and you can only sniffle as the gunman starts to pull the trigger.

A loud growl comes from behind your attacker, and a blur of fluffy blond tail and sun-kissed skin leaps at the assaulter. Their gun is knocked out of their hands, and you only belatedly realize that the liquid leaving their throat is their blood gushing out by the pint. You're still in shock, but the gruesome sight brings you to some of your senses and you quickly realize that Leon is going to kill that person if he doesn’t stop now. You order Leon to let go, as the assailant is definitely not going to be able to hurt anything for quite a while, but to your dismay Leon does not immediately follow your order. Leon looks directly at you, crunching down hard one last time, before trotting up to you with a wide smile that would be otherwise cute if blood and sinew wasn't smeared all over his face. His fluffy tail wagged happily, and he looked imploringly at you for a treat.

"I did good! I protected my mate!"

You ignore his second statement, and look at Leon with apprehension. You have a fleeting thought about petting him just in case he decides to turn that aggression towards you - but your rational brain takes over and you don't want to reward him for a near-fatal mauling, and you’re kind of confident that he wouldn’t attack you at the moment. You make sure the coast is clear before quickly turning around (and holding yourself back from comforting Leon after he lets out the most pitiful whine) and call for medical attention for the unfortunate person. As the EMT whisks them away, and feeling more secure with other people around you, you scold Leon. You bring him to the drying pool of blood and make him look at it.

"Bad boy!" A light smack on his cheek.

"Listen to me when I tell you to let go!" A rougher smack on his left arm, of which he was trying to wrap around you.

"No more treats for the next month!" You force his neck to turn towards you, and are pained by his teary-eyed expression.

"But I protected you! I was good!"

"Good boys do exactly what I say."

"But-"

You push him to the ground and start walking back to the station, giving very little slack to the leash. You try to ignore his small whines of, "but I was being a good mate."

After writing your report about the entire incident, you were given a special assignment. Leon's behavior was found unacceptable by both you and your bosses, so he needed intensive training outside of work hours, or he’ll be put down. You thought that was a harsh punishment – shouldn’t they at least try to neuter him first? – but you shudder at the thought of Leon attacking some poor vet tech as savagely as he did that gunman. You were still upset at him, but you thought he still had potential, so you decided to take him to your house. You reason that Leon needs some time with you alone so he'd get his fill of your presence and maybe he'll start to act right. You set up a little dog bed for him on the ground, but he pouts and tearfully exclaims,

"I don't want to sleep on the ground! Too cold, not near you!"

You figure that he was just nervous, and the way his ears dropped tugged at your heartstrings, so you let him sleep with you for a few days to make him comfortable.

Big mistake.

Leon refuses to bathe and insists on rolling around in your bed. He drools all over the sheets and you think he's trying to mark the bed with other bodily fluids as well, the sheets smelling foul at the end of the day. You eventually get him in the tub, but he throws a fit and never lets go of your hands the entire time, splashing water everywhere with his tail out of excitement… or spite. To top it off he gets moodier whenever you need to wash your bedsheets due to whatever it was that Leon was doing to them.

It can and does get worse; you wake up some nights to Leon humping your leg, whimpering and drooling as he desperately seeks his release. You, waking up from some of the deepest rests of your life (Leon, despite being a nuisance, is very warm, and that was apparently all you needed for your mild insomnia to be fixed) can only muster the energy to be mildly annoyed by this, and give him a kick to make him stop. He does, and curls up in shame afterwards, but only for a little while, before he's right back to it.

Outside of your sleeping arrangement, Leon continues to be a menace. He makes a complete mess of the house, with him being clever enough to escape the crate (but not clever enough to not brag about it to you, telling you how much of a "smart mate" he is) and you think he's been taking your unwashed laundry and storing it somewhere you can't find it. You're wearing your last pieces of clean clothes before you finally find the pile behind an unused crawl space underneath the stairs, with the clothes feeling very... crusty. You confront Leon about this, but he only tilts his head and pants, the movement drawing your attention to his disgustingly hard (and slimy? Ugh, you shouldn't look too close at it) cock twitching whenever you speak to him.

Leon continues to act strangely, and you're worried that he might be sick. While you're scheduling another appointment to the vet, Leon suddenly hugs you from behind and nuzzles your neck. You're about to harshly reprimand him before he asks you to take him for a walk at his favorite park.

"Please! Please! I'll be good if you take me! Please!"

You feel bad for him, knowing that going to the vet is an unpleasant experience for any dogboy, and you tell him that you'll take him to the park the morning of the appointment, but only if he lets you go right now. He reluctantly obliges, and you're finally able to make the actual appointment.

"C'mon boy, what's the matter?" You tug on his leash gently to get him to move, but he lets out a growl.

The day comes, and it starts off like any normal day –well, as normal as it can be with Leon living with you. You wake up, noting no disruptions at night, but Leon was already at his food bowl jumping around. When you go to fill it, he has a concerning gleam in his eyes that you at first think is a sign of his illness getting worse. You felt bad about everything that Leon went through lately and decided to take him on a walk immediately after he's done eating, as whatever you have to do can wait.

You put the leash on his collar (and you think you hear a faint growl but chalk it up to it being early and you being groggy) and make your way to the park. It's beautiful outside, and you opted for light-weight clothing. The park was mostly empty as it was very early in the morning, and besides Leon barking at the occasional jogger that passed by, everything was going smoothly. You’re enjoying yourself, happy to have a pleasant experience with Leon for once. You think Leon is also enjoying it, but you seem to have misjudged him – when the two of you reach the very end of the park trail, he stops moving and stands very still.

He asks, "Why don't you love me? I’m a good mate!" You freeze, never having had Leon growl at you before. You approach him cautiously and crouch down to him at his eye-level.

"Leon, of course I love you, you're just a little bit sick okay? After we go to the vet I'll bring you lots of treats and cuddles." You gently pat his head, noting the way his ears seem to be stuck stiffly upright. You give him a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking back towards the entrance of the park. The leash is almost jerked out of your hands as Leon moves the other way.

"Baby, what's wrong with you today? You asked to come here!" You approach Leon hoping he would give some sort of response, but as you stand a few feet away you only see Leon staring intensely at you. The look in his eyes was worrying you, only seeing him gawk at something like this when he was about to eat.

"Leon. Come on. We can't stay here all day." You walk away from Leon, but you don't get too far. Suddenly, he sprints towards you and jumps on your back, the force pushing you on your knees.

You let out a startled yelp as Leon cages you with his arms, the leash knocked out of your hands. His weight keeps you down on the grass, and you can feel his muscles working to keep you down through your thin shirt. You order him to get off of you, but he snarls and bites down hard on your shoulder. Muffled by your shoulder skin, you feel more than hear him say, "Need to show you that you're my mate. Mine, mine, mine-"

Somewhere between the throbs of pain coming from the bite, the vibrations of his groans, and the feel of the dry grass on your hands, you feel Leon's cock sliding over your crotch.

"Stay. Mate." He rumbles out after licking the wound on your shoulder a few times. He sits up on his haunches to remove your pants and underwear, your kicks at him pitiful as your legs were effortlessly held in place. Once those were out of the way, you can feel his hot breath directly hitting your exposed cunt. You feel your face heating up from embarrassed horror as he buries his nose into it. A smothered moan leaves him, the vibrations causing you to moan as well. Leon rubs his face into your bare crotch, slick soaking his face, your moans spurring him on. After he had his fill of your scent, he aggressively laps at your cunt, his wide tongue able to cup the entirety of your vulva. He pulls his head away for a brief moment, staring at your pussy in awe.

“So good. Just as I thought…”

He stuffs his tongue deep into your opening and swirls his tongue around, the wet appendage making you shiver disgracefully from the pressure. The taste was making his cock jump and drool precum from arousal. One hand gripped your hip, leaving several scratches from his claws. The other hand was moved to your clit and rubbed harshly, and the combination from the pleasure of his tongue and the pain from his sharp nails teasing your clit causes you to orgasm shamefully fast. Any fight you have leaves you as your brain completely blanks out.

Leon laps up your fluids as you shake. After a few more licks that he savored, he moves back up to your neck. He licks a stripe from your bite wound to your nose. You grind on his crotch, which encourages him to line his painfully aroused cock at your entrance. You reach around and help guide the tip into you, and Leon slides right in. You let out a squeak as Leon immediately sets a fast and rough pace. The slaps of his thighs on your ass sounding incredibly lewd in contrast to the otherwise peacefully quiet park. Leon's cock reached deep inside of you, and the unique texture only enhanced your arousal. The tip of his tapered cock lightly tapped your cervix every time he shallowly thrusted into you, and your painfully clenching uterus causes your cunt to squeeze around Leon. The pain is too much, black spots filling your vision. Before you can pass out, you reach your second orgasm, and your spasming walls massage Leon's cock as he pistons in and out of you. The orgasm only delays your inevitable fainting spell, making you hypersensitive to every movement of Leon's body. Soon you feel something thick getting caught at your entrance with Leon's frantic thrusts. You're only faintly aware of what was about to happen, finally realizing what it was as Leon mutters about breeding you full of his pups. It's as if your head was dunked in a bucket of ice water, and you try to push Leon off of you with your trembling legs.

"L-Leon no! Don't knot me! Bad dog!" Your pleas are met with a growl and Leon pulling you back into him. What feels like a baseball stretches you open painfully, and you feel blistering hot fluid deep in your nether regions, each load making your pussy throb. Leon settles down and gives small, happy licks on your face, removing your tears. He maneuvers you and himself into a more comfortable position, and between his groans you can almost make out his praises for you for taking his knot so well.

You and Leon lay there on the park grounds in this compromising position, and had the knot not been pressing and pulsing directly on your g-spot you perhaps would've cared more about being naked from the waist-down with a dog stuck inside of you for who-knows-how long, and the amount of blood you are losing from the cuts (now more like lacerations) would likely need a medical professional to stitch then up. You suddenly feel exhausted, and Leon's warmth surrounding you inside and out allows you to finally pass out on the grass. You’re still asleep by the time Leon pops his knot out and admires your gaping cunt, before dragging you into the forest that is bordering the park's edge.

Guess you won't be making that vet appointment today.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #resident evil #this is my first properly tagged post lmaoooooo

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awritersstuff · 2 months

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" I promise"

Guess who is back ! 🤪

A smoky fic that took me 2 hours to write .

Warning - a random oc ,a lot of pet names and a little change in og plot ( not little)

If someone would have told you 1 year before that you will a happy life with smoky, you would have kicked there asses . You knew smoky as the leader of rude boys one of the 5 groups of SWORD but You didn't really cared about SWORD and kurya being the youngest amamiya and a very good doctor your only goal was to find your oldest brother takeru with your other older brothers masaki and hiroto. So you traveled with your brothers to find the oldest amamiya. But you never thought your whole life would change when you found a injured little boy trying to hide in a corner of a dead end of a street . You didn't really care but being a doctor didn't really helped the situation. So you did what a doctor should do you gently picked up the child and gave him a rescuing smile ,the little boy was too injured to protest . You toke him to a convince strore and started treating all his injuries when his stomach loudly growled. he shyly held onto his stomach and looked at you . You gave him a sweet smile "it's not a shame to be hungry, that's a basic human need , you know what I am also hungry let's go eat something " . You toke the boy to a small dinner and as soon as the food arrived the boy looked mesmerized "can I really have it ?" he asked as he was not confirm if he was allowed to eat that food " yes its all yours " you said giving the boy a small smile . The little child became very exited he was about to take a bite of the food as he suddenly stoped like he rememberd something " why are you helping me I don't know you , you don't me , then why " you looked at him in pure shock how can a small child be soo hostile, but you smiled a little before speaking again " Okey then let's become friends I am yn amamiya and I am new here , it's nice to meet you " the boy a bit taken aback at first but then he gave you nice smile and introduced himself "I am haru and it's nice to meet you too , yn " as haru started eating his you asked him " so , where are you from haru , you know I can drop you there " haru looked at you "nameless town" he said his mouth still filled with food . ' No wonder you look so thin' you think to yourself. After finishing your food yn took her bike and went to nameless town. As they entered the roads she could already feel some eyes on her , as she dropped haru off the bike she looked up in the sky . She could see a back of a man leaning on the railing of a very high building, yn had a fear of heights so she herself couldn't even imagine standing there . As you turned to take your leave from the town , only to be blocked by a group which you assumed to be the rude boys." What is the amamiya sister doing here ?" Yn turned as she heard a cold voice. A boy with unruly hai stepping down from the metal steps "so, you are smoky "

If someone would have told you will live a happy life with smoky 9 months ago you would have given them a weird look, because how do they know about you and smoky. Even your brothers didn't know that just often you visited nameless town and spended your time with rude boys and the children there . Masaki will be more then pissed when he will find out that instead of hanging out with him when he asked. You were with your "really good friend" smoky (as smoky told lala) on top of the highest building of nameless town looking at the city lights as he made you realize how beautiful his home is "there is nothing more beautiful than home and family" in smoky's words . But that was a event of 2 months ago right now was a total different story . Smoky was on the bed, shivering from all the pain as you were treating his injuries.

If someone would have told you that you will live a happy life with smoky 6 months ago you would have busted into tears. Smoky's condition was getting worse day . Nothing was helping and the wound on his back was also getting worse . After returning from little Asia and losing takeru, your two brothers got into trying to expose kurya with there previously enemies kohaku and tsukumo . You still don't understand why masaki decided to trust them but you believed your older brothers. As for you , you never really thought that you will lose takeru but here we are but now your only goal was to save smoky and the other victims of the disease. You already lost a brother and losing Smoky, you swore to yourself that you will , no must save smoky.

"You will live a happy life with smoky" hiroto said to you 3 months ago while you were sitting beside smoky, who was on the hospital bed still not awake. But all you do was give your brother a weak smile. It has been 2 months since the downfall of kurya. The war was over but still it felt like you are not free. You still rememberd the day when you reach just on time to help smoky, you don't even wanna imagine what would have happened If you were late , even by a second.

" are you going to stare at me whole night, anjel?" a very familiar voice broke your thoughts as you realized that you were staring at a sleeping smoky for what it felt like hours . Smoky lightly turned his head to the clock on the bed stand and again at you " go back to sleep anjel you have to go to the hospital tomorrow " saying that he hugged you close to his chest " I love you" you said softly, smoky only replied " go to sleep, anjel" and a little smile tugged on his face . It still felt like a dream finally being able to see him smile calmly after being through soo much , everything was finally okey . " your stareing again anj-wait why are crying, baby " smoky was concerned seeing tears in your eyes "do you need something, honey" smoky asked as he tried to get up from the bed but hugged him even tighter " just don't go , stay with me " you said still crying " I am here and always will be , my love " " lier , you were about sacrifice your skinny ass just some months ago " you fought back through tears hearing your words smoky let out a heartily laugh as he added " I will my love , I promise "

Thanks for reading 😊

Love you, byeee 💜💜

#high and low #high and low x yn #high and low fic #high and low smoky #high and low smoky x yn

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