#i hate to say it but get down on your knees
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simon ‘sweet talking’ riley who knows exactly what to say to get you back in his bed :(
c/w: nothing really, implications of smut but nothing graphic, arguments, fluff kinda
not even in a toxic way. he just knows exactly how to make your knees turn to mush with that thick manc timbre of his. the silent treatment never lasts long against him
just imagine, it’s date night. you two haven’t had any alone time in forever since he’s just so busy with work. you get all dolled up for him. went to the salon and got your hair and nails done, bought a new dress and everything
just for him to not notice any of it when you come downstairs, your hopeful smile dropping when he just presses a kiss to the side of your head and guides you out the front door
this put you in a sour mood at dinner, which in turn led to an argument which then lead to you two going home early. the shouting match carried on for a few hours until all the fight had been drained from your bones. instead a bitter and melancholy silence hangs on the walls of your shared house
you were both in the bedroom now, simon sat on the edge of the bed, a beer in one hand and his head resting in the other. his once prim appeared now dishevelled and stressed. he hears you shuffling around and peers his head around to watch you
it’s almost methodically how you undo your appearance. hands deftly unclasping your necklace and putting it back in your jewellery box. you sit down on the foot of the bed, unbuckling your heels but leaving them strewn on the floor before slipping off your dress
he watches as the black fabric slips from your shoulders and pools at your feet. he doesn’t miss the new lingerie set you must’ve worn for the special occasion. he lets out a sigh, putting his beer down and walking over to you
you stop what you’re doing when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, a frown pulling at your lips when he buries his face into the crook of your neck,
“ya look beautiful, lovie…” he hums, one of his fingers slipping ever so slightly under the waistband of your panties. you wriggle in his tight hold but he doesn’t let up
“stop, simon…” you whine but he ignores you, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck instead
“ya’think I didn’t notice all this?” he coos, “how you got all prettied up for me tonight? new hair and dress and everything…”
he gently sways you from side to side, breathing in the scent of your perfume. you let out a content sigh, your earlier frown still present on your face
“I know I acted like a wanker, love. lemme make it up to ya. show my pretty wife jus’ how much I love her. want all the neighbours to know just how stunning I think you are…” he continues and you hate how he always has this affect on you, can never keep you mad at him
he leans his head around to place a few soft pecks to your lips. you don’t miss the smirk that spreads across his face when you lean up to deepen the kiss :(
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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 3 times chris recorded you waking up, 1 time nick recorded both you and chris
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: fluff, kissing, swearing, intentional lowercase, not proofread
a/n: heeello lovely peopleeeee. idk i got really tired but then this idea popped into my head so i just started writing my fingers off.
1 ࿔*:･
chris couldn’t contain his laughter, trying to giggle as silently as he pressed record on his phone.
on his screen, you were in the spotlight, laying on your side as you peacefully slept, which was about to be interrupted by chris and his new obsession: recording you sleeping.
“y/n. y/n, wake up!” chris whispered, shaking your shoulder with one hand, watching you stir around in bed with a groan.
you hugged your pillow a bit tighter, turning your back on chris in an attempt to make him stop shaking your shoulder.
chris couldn’t stop giggling, both because he found this stupid as fuck, but also because you looked so adorable to him.
“y/n, it’s time to get up. say hi to the vlog,” chris joked, obviously not planning on sharing this with anyone but you and himself, motioning the camera closer to your face.
“what? chris, fuck off,” you groan, keeping your eyes closed but eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
he kept shaking your shoulder, basically pressing his phone up in your face as you opened your eyes slowly.
“there she is, say hi to youtube!” chris laughed, now a little louder due to you being awake. or atleast, a little awake.
“go to hell!” you mumble, pushing his phone away with one hand, letting a tiny smile tug at your lips.
chris picked his phone up, placing it on the nightstand as he slumped on top of you.
“ow, what the fuck. chris, i’m sleeping and you’re heavy,” you trailed off, trying to push chris off your back.
“no. i’m comfortable,” chris protested, wrapping his arms around your waist as he got even more comfortable on your back, pressing soft kisses against your back.
little did chris know, the video was still going, capturing the.. ‘conversation’ you were having.
2 ࿔*:･
"y/n! wake up, immediately!" chris whisper-yelled, patting your head with one hand, the other holding his phone.
you were cuddled up in your shared bed, sprawled out on the huge mattress. a few teddies chris had gotten you over the years were also thrown around the bed. you opened one eye, seeing chris in front of you with faux-concern plastered on his face, which you couldn't tell from your tired state.
within a few seconds, your head shot up in pure terror.
"what? what is it?" you mumbles, growing concerned.
chris's tone was different from normal, so you were ready for any sort of horrific thing to have happened to something or someone.
chris then burst into laughter, now realizing he was holding his phone out, directing it at your face.
"chris! this isn't funny, i thought someone was hurt! fuck you, i was having the best dream of my life!" you groaned, plopping down onto your pillow as chris continued to laugh.
he then stopped, feeling bad for pissing you off.
"no, no! i'm sorry, baby. i was just fooling around," chris tried to hide his laughter, shutting his phone off as he laid down beside you in bed.
"i hate you," you mumbled back with a grin, pressing an angry-loving kiss to his forehead, before turning back around to continue your sleep.
"did you save the video, though?"
3 ࿔*:･
chris had seen a specific video on tiktok that he wanted to try out with you: puckering his lips in front of you while you're asleep, in attempt to get your immediate reaction.
he was having way too much fun with this. slowly, he made his way out of bed so he could face you, sitting on his knees on the floor to record you and his face on the edge of the bed.
with a giggle, he leaned in to pucker his lips, making sure to tap your shoulder a few times to wake you. at first, nothing happened, but as he tapped your shoulder again, you opened your eyes groggily to find chris’s lips puckered right in front of your eyes.
almost as an instinct, you reached out to cup his cheeks with both of your hands, kissing his lips passionately, before pulling away with a dazed smile.
chris simply couldn’t keep still, he was way too giddy because he has captured that moment on video.
“oh my god, you’re such a goof,” he laughed, his cheeks burning a reddish color as he stopped the video to lean forward, making you open your eyes again as you felt him kneel on the bed right on top of you.
“what..?” you whispered, but before you got an answer, chris was attacking you with kisses again. on your forehead, lips, cheeks, neck, nose even.
he didn’t seem to want to pull away, firmly grabbing your jaw with one hand, the other grabbing your cheek, as the kiss gradually got more heated.
“i’m not having morning sex with you today. goodbye, kind sir,” you giggled, now fully awake as you turned your body away from him, forgetting he was on top of you.
“uh, no?” chris scoffed with a grin, leaning down to kiss you again.
the rest is.. history. but chris kept that video, and oh boy, how many times he would rewatch it.
1 time nick recorded you ࿔*:･
you were currently spending the weekend at a hotel in texas with the triplets. they were going to spend the next few days filming a video with sam and colby, and chris had begged you to go with them, because apparently he needed you to hold his hands while they filmed the spooky content in a haunted hotel.
both you and chris were fast asleep in your shared bed, matt still sleeping in the one a little further in the hotel room.
nick though, was awake, and recently he had grown more familiar with chris’s fun and games, so he decided it would be funny to tease the both of you a little.
“y/n. chris. do you want a sip?” nick asked, waving a bottle of lemonade in front of your heads, recording you and chris in bed.
chris was spooning you, arms wrapped around your waist as you slept. during the night he always found ways to pull you closer, even though you weren’t sure that was possible.
“do you want a sip or not?” nick kept going, hiding his laughter as you both started shifting around.
eventually, chris opened his eyes to see what was going on, still too tired to process anything.
chris’s shifting from behind made you more conscious, opening your eyes to see a bottle of lemonade in front of you, a camera facing you just a few inches behind it.
“hm?” you hum, closing one of your eyes due to the light.
“do you want a sip?” nick giggled, still waving the bottle in front of you as he shoved the camera up your faces.
“of what, nick?” chris asked, annoyance evident in his voice, being able to tell even from your very tired state.
“it’s like, a lemonade,” nick whispered, dangling the bottle in front of face, nearly hitting your nose.
“are you fucking stupid?” chris grumbles, pulling you in a little tighter, grabbing the cover to pull it up to your noses.
immediately, you closed your eyes again, turning around so you were facing chris’s chest.
“you guys are so boring, what the fuck.” nick rolled his eyes, still recording the both of you as you flipped him off, signaling to leave you alone to sleep.
nick decided to add that video to the weekly friday photodump.
a few weeks later, your entire for you page was filled with edits, comments, clips, of you and chris. you didn’t really expect it because you had practically forgotten about it since you were so tired when all of it went down.
chris seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.
a/n: hello again🌝 this is rlly rushed, sorry😞
overall, i’m sorry for the inactivity. i’ve been to meetings, school is taking up all my time, plus exams are on their way. so so sorry!!!💞💞
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i feel like pogue!reader with rafe would have an interesting dynamic with barry. like, he doesn’t particularly like her - knowing her connection with the pogues, especially jj but at the same time he’s dealing with rafe and pogues as a collective have gotta stick together. he’s also just morbidly curious about how she and country club have became a thing.
barry laughs when he sees you walking into his place, attached to rafe's side.
"ain't that-"
"that's my fuckin' girl. so watch your mouth." rafe cuts him off before he can finish the rest of his sentence, which is sure to have something to do with the fact that the few times barry's seen you before, you've been with the pogues that rafe supposedly hates so much.
"your girl? is that right? well, pleasure to meet you again, m'barry-"
you look up hesitantly at rafe, wondering if you should say something back, and you briefly reflect for a moment just how different things used to be. with your best friends, with jj and john b and pope at your side, the group of you would go and make yourselves comfortable anywhere. they'd charm their way into the good graces of the host and you never felt like you couldn't just speak your mind.
rafe is different. you don't know if it's bad, if he's bad for you, or not. talking to someone when you know he doesn't want you to feels wrong, feels bad. and you like him taking lead, him showing you the way and calling all the shots.
so you smile at barry but don't engage, looking up at your boyfriend instead. he looks down at you for a second, but you can tell you did the right thing.
"sit down and shut up. c'mon, we got shit to discuss."
"tells me to sit down. in my own fuckin' house. i gotta tell you princess, you picked a real winner here in rafey boy-"
"did y'not hear the shut up part?"
a laugh escapes, though you try to keep it quiet. they go on discussing something that doesn't mean much to you, while you go on your phone and text your friends. rafe's phone rings, and he just steps away for a minute to answer. barry doesn't hesitate a second to get the answers he needs from you.
"so. you and country club. how long's that been goin' on?"
"um, a couple months."
"your boys know 'bout him?" you bite your cheek. they don't, yet.
"not yet. but, soon, i guess. waiting for the right time.." you mumble, playing with a loose stitch on your skirt.
"yeah. i'd get on that. not gonna be too happy, are they?"
"maybe."
"don't they hate your boy as much as he hates them? ain't that.. awkward?"
you think you should be offended by the line of questioning, but rafe talks about barry often enough for you to know that he's not a snitch, that he doesn't care. he's just curious.
and he should be. up until a few months ago, you were never seen without your boys, as barry put it. you used to be attached to jj's arm, permanent passenger princess in pope's truck and the twinkie. it all feels like a lifetime ago.
"i'm hoping we can all make amends," you finish softly, fresh waves of guilt washing through your body. it burns where it goes, a stinging similar to what your friends are gonna feel soon, when they find out you've been dating the boy who's been terrorizing them.
"for your sake, i hope so too."
"what're you two talkin' about?" rafe asks, coming back inside and taking his place next to you. he puts his hand on your knee, brings you in close without having to ask.
you hope it's all going to be worth it.
"nothing."
#hii angel sorry it took so long to reply!#this was really nice to write and actually deeper than i thought <3#ty for sharing your thoughts ! i completely agree hope i did it justice#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#pogue reader
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I’m on my knees begging for a jealous percy x fem!reader please 🙏🙏
:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ALWAYS BEEN HERE (p.j.)
summary : in which percy and y/n din’t notice each other, even though they’ve always been there.
w.c. : about 1.5k
a/n : first writing in a few months! there’ll probably (definitely) be a part 2 for this but i just needed tk get smth out 😭
requests r still open!
wattpad: poet1cmystery
warning(s) : none!
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percy shouldn’t care if you were flirting with another guy. even if that guy was taller, stronger, and older. he shouldn’t care. he really really shouldn’t. the two of you hated each other.
that being said, he couldn’t draw his eyes away from you and luke castellan’s bodies, so close you were practically touching. you laughed at every one of the older boy’s jokes, your lips rounding around your teeth and you smiled widely.
“gods, they’re all over each other,” the boy scoffed, looking to his best friend, tearing his stare away from the sight across the campfire flames.
grover, as unphased as ever, just shrugs. “yeah. have been for a couple weeks now,” he says, shoving a perfectly-roasted marshmallow into his mouth, “‘m happy for them. they seem to like each other.”
“yeah, a lot.” percy adds with a roll of his eyes.
“i don’t get it!” he continues, “why are they so out and the open about it?! that’s too much pda.”
he would act this way with anyone, right? yeah. you guys just shouldn’t be on top of each other like that.
“percy, they’re barely touching,” his satyr friend points out, his voice flat.
“so?- still! grover, you’re supposed to be on my side,” percy insisted.
“alright,” the overall passive boy supports, “i guess they’re kinda close, especially in public.”
“exactly!” percy agreed, enthusiastic while keeping his voice low.
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the next time percy saw you and luke together was at the arena. you and percy were sparring, your swords clashing together as sweat fell down the both of you.
suddenly, luke came into frame. he wasn’t in the way, or even in the main part where people would spar. he was sort of off to the sides, but close enough to distract percy.
you were able to pin the boy down, cheering in triumph and getting off of him.
he blinked, his brain catching up to what had just happened. he lay still on the dirt, looking up at you.
“dude, are you gonna get up?”
except it wasn’t your voice, it was luke’s.
luke stood over him, just mere inches away from where you were standing. why did you guys always have to be like that?
it was like the gods were trying to torture him.
luke wasn’t even a good person, not even close to good enough for you. you were sweet, and funny, and you always thought of others. maybe you weren’t that way withh percy, but he wasn’t blind.
“need a hand?” you asked, extending your arms towards him.
he grabbed it silently, pulling himself up.
his mouth opened to say something, to relieve himself of the thoughts swirling through his head. though, he didn’t get the chance to, considering luke came up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
“c’mon,” the boy said, his tone slightly harsher than percy preferred.
that stayed with anyone. nobody should be talked to like that, even if he constantly butted heads with them.
surpising not only you, but his self aswell, he shot you an apologetic glance.
you just let it slide off, as if you hadn’t seen anything at all.
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later on that week, he saw you and luke arguing about something.
the two of you shouted at each other, words percy couldn’t pick up. luke was looking st you, a flame in his eye, as if he didn’t care at all.
percy knew you saw it to, because you held your hand up, then stormed off.
he couldn’t lie, he felt bad. you didn’t deserve that. you deserved someone better, someone who would care.
that clearly wasn’t luke.
should he comfort you? you looked upset.
he should atleast ask if you were alright.
so that’s what he did.
he slowly approached you, as if you would turn and get angry at him for doing so. you were turned away, your back facing him as you chewed anxiously on your nail.
“y/n?” he called out, standing a couple feet away from you.
you spun on your heel, your tear-brimmed eyes not going unnoticed by percy. he didn’t comment on it, wanting to at least let you have something.
“i uh, heard what happened. you alright?” the boy asked, his hand reaching up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, awaiting your response.
he watched as your facade changed, pulling your hand away from your lips sighing deeply.
“yeah, i guess. he was an asshole, so i mean, it was bound to happen,” you said, trying to assure you weren’t sad. your voice cracked as you spoke, something you tried to cover with a small laugh.
after years of arguing with you, percy had gotten used to all the small things about you. how you were when you were lying, when you were sad, angry, anything.
so, he said the first thing that came to mind.
“want a, uh, hug or something?”
that wasn’t weird, right?
of course not.
he was just comforting you. he’d do it with anyone, obviously. he wasn’t a monster. he wasn’t about to just let you stand there in yiur sadness.
you just nodded, hesitantly wrapping your arms around the boy’s neck.
the embrace was a stiff, but comforting nonetheless. it was good to know there was at least someone who believed you and din’t blame you for the split.
you knew in just a few hours time people would start asking luke what happened, and fall victim to his charm, just as you had.
percy waited until you pulled away first, not wanting you to feel like he was just doing this to do it. he truly didn’t mind holding you for longer, and over a few seconds he tightened his arms, making it feel more natural.
after a moment, you unraveled your arms from him, sending him a soft smile to accompany your soft words.
“thank you, percy.”
he took in your appearance, his eyes roaming all around your face. a small tear had made its’ way down your cheek, something that he didn’t fail to notice, but also didn’t want to comment on.
after all, you two weren’t close. what would he do if you started crying? he didn’t have time to think about it, as you turned and walked quickly towards your cabin, as if you had been itching to get away.
he saw you next at the campfire, a few days later. considering the amount of time that had passed, he just assumed that you were taking time to comprehend everything.
when you sat across the fire from him, you looked completely fine. as if nothing had happened.
your friends swarmed around you, their faces lighting up at the sight of you. percy assumed they hadn’t seen you either.
you laughed and chatted with the other half-bloods around you, but it all looked strained to percy. maybe he just wasn’t used to you smiling in any way except sarcastically, or the stuff with like was still hitting you hard.
luke.
percy’s mind roamed. what had you even seen in him? he couldn’t have been that funny. and he certainly wasn’t the nicest guy around.
was it his looks? percy asked himself. he knew luke was attractive, but that couldn’t be it.
his thoughts vanished as he heard someone say your name.
they seemed to do that now a days. he chalked it up to you going through rough time.
he heard your name again, and saw you sort of pretending you didn’t hear it. your conversation with your friends continued, not paying any mind to someone trying to get your attention.
rude, the boy thought, his previous feelings for you resurfacing.
his negativity towards you dissolved as he saw who was bidding for you.
luke.
why did everything revolve around luke?
he didn’t know why, but percy wanted to help you.
him and luke weren’t friends, but they weren’t enemies. so, he approached the other boy, sparking up a conversation. he said everything he could think of, anything that would get luke off of your back.
as much as percy disliked you, he disliked seeing you cry even more. so, if he stopped someone from making you cry, it was a win-win.
he walked off with luke, looking back to see if anyone was looking at him and the other boy. when he did, he locked eyes with you, and noticed a small smile blooming from your lips.
he offered one back, then watched as you turned back to your friends.
maybe you guys weren’t so against each other anymore.
percy couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
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The Price Of Not Winning - Max Verstappen
Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS
Request from anon - Dark fic! Max smut with corporate / bts employee who butts head with him often. He loses a race due to her and is out for blood after the race.
Warnings/themes: Smut (rough/hate sex, choking, head-pushing, orgasm denial), abuse of power in the workplace, degradation
No part 2 requests please
It didn't make sense.
Sure Max had argued it but all the other strategists agreed, her strategy should've given him the win.
"It's alright, y/n. We all have a bad day." Another strategist states though he's wincing patting her back because they all know that the golden boy reigning champion argued the strategy wouldn't work.
And it didn't.
It's y/n's fault.
Something Max surely won't be letting her forget, especially since it ended with him P6. Not even the top 5.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Y/n wheezes as they sit down awaiting Max for the debrief.
"He seems in good spirits for media." One of the other strategists states while GP sits down silently which means one thing. That his driver is going to be a storm.
By the time Max appears, y/n feels like she's almost trembling but the moment he opens his mouth looking directly at her.
"I don't want y/n on my strategy again." Max states making Christian, GP and everyone else look at her. The fearful expression turning to one of angry very quickly.
"I have given you one bad strategy-for which I am sorry. But I have given you dozens of race winning strategies." Y/n reminds him through gritted teeth.
"One too many bad strategies."
"As if you've never fucked up a race on your own."
"Enough." Christian calls snapping them out their back and forth. "We're done. Everyone get out of here. We'll regroup at base before the next race when everyone has calmed down."
The room can't exit quick enough, including GP and Christian, but Max makes a b-line to y/n, his hand catching her throat while he body blocks the view from any prying eyes.
"You lost me that race and you'll pay for that."
Y/n couldn't talk if she wanted to, her body is frozen in fear of his actions and the fact his hand is currently very tightly around her throat. But it's when his thumb strokes over her thumping pulse.
"You'll be lucky if I don't have your job for what you did today." Max states before releasing her and leaving the room making her let out her breath she'd been forced to hold.
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Y/n sighs walking into her room and pressing her forehead against the back of the door as it clicks closed.
"Fucking stupid." Y/n grumbles to herself.
"I agree." Max states making her jump and spin. "I decided I'm not done with you."
Y/n is torn between outrage and terrified. How the hell did he even get in her room?
"Come here, y/n." Max instructs but she certainly isn't being bossed about. "If you want to prove that you're not completely useless in the team, then you want to do as I say right now."
Y/n wants to argue that Max simply doesn't have that power and that he's out of his mind if he thinks she'll do anything he says. But y/n also knows that Max is well within the power of leaving her unemployed by the end of the day if he just so wishes.
So she walks over and the moment she's is in front of him there's a look on his face that tells her he might've lost the race. But he's winning the war between them.
"You have a problem not know when to open your mouth and when to keep it closed. So I want you on your knees and you're going to get the true taste of a champion."
"Your dick is not going anywhere near my mouth."
"You don't really have much of an option, do you?" Max questions reminding her of what she has to lose. Pride or her job. But what does she value more.
There's other jobs. Facing Max every day knowing he's touched her like that is going to bruise the pride.
But could it bruise it anymore than today?
Y/n swallows dropping to her knees and reaching for his shorts since he seems to be in workout gear. Even before she's pulled it out the size is intimidating.
"If you want to fuck me, next time just say so." Y/n comments earning a smirk.
"I didn't even have to say it directly for you to do it...so clearly I don't need to say so. Now put that mouth to what I'm sure is it's one worthwhile use." Max instructs making her jaw shift before she pulls him out, suddenly wishing her mouth wasn't so dry.
He does let her ease herself into it, her tongue soft against the tip before she slides his dick into her mouth but after a while of her own speed, Max proves that the track isn't the only place her prefers things to go at a faster pace.
She feels him gather her hair surprisingly gently but that's when his softness ends and she feels his hand pushing himself down her throat as if she has no limit. Something she very much does, but by this point fighting it is pointless and she hates that the manhandling is very effectively turning her on. Though she's not sure that's his intention.
Eventually he pulls her back making her scalp burn a little from the pull. But at least she can breathe more than half a breath.
"You didn't..." Y/n mumbles before seeing his hand hold out to her which she takes with an untrusting frown.
"No, I want the real thing if I'm going to finish where I want-unless you want to ruin that too?"
Y/n doesn't hide the glare as he undoes her trousers and leaves them sliding down her legs till they're pooling at her feet while he pulls her top off over her head. She forward before kneeling over him, straddling him. Hovering over his dick as he holds it, teasing her with it and making her face hot as she twitches from the feel.
"Fuck." Y/n whimpers finally sliding down on him.
Similarly to giving him head, she controls the pace and depth before finding him taking control when he throws her down on the sofa so he's on top and y/n is actually certain the man must just be a perfectionist with everything because his ability to locate her g-spot once he's in control is scary.
She's also pretty certain he's rearranging some organs from the sheer speed and depth he's going at. And while she'd like to deny any of this feel good because Max is a twat with the personality of a bull. She's not sure she's ever had sex this good.
"Fuck, don't stop. Please."
She's so close that when she feels a few more thrust and then him pull out, she's about to scream when she feels his cum coat her tummy and and she pants about ready to cry. She might actually cry, she's never felt so empty and actually maybe betrayed.
"You-"
"I didn't let you finish. That's a privilege you get when I've won the next race." Max states then sighing as his fingers tease her twitching, puffy hole that is contract around the memory of him but deprived of the climax she's so desperate for. "Remember this feeling next time you are actually trusted with making the call for strategy."
Y/n is silent watching Max redress and stand up, though he pauses looking down at her, naked and with his cum still pooled on her skin before running his finger through the warm cum and poking it into her slightly open mouth from her still panting to catch her breath. She salty flavour on her tongue making her obediently suck it from his finger before she moves back.
Then in a nightmare-ish moment.
He suddenly has his phone out and is snapping some pictures of her.
"I'll see you at the next race."
Y/n swallows not looking as he walks out, the door clicking closed before she finally realises what just happened.
And how badly she needs it to happen again. Only possibly with an orgasm in the end and not just a shower of his cum onto her skin while she twitches and aches with a need for him to come back and do it until she's a mess of putty in his hands.
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Dumb Ref
Kate Martin x Reader (I write soccer fics... don't come at me if it sucks please🙏)
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"REF!" you yelled, tossing your hands up from your spot on the ground. "ARE YOU GONNA CALL THE FOUL OR NAH?"
The ref turned her head back in annoyance as play continued on. "Just because you keep falling over doesn't mean it's a foul, Y/L/N!"
A growl rumbled in the back of your throat. You shot to your feet, smacking the ball away as it left the LSU player's hand. "RAAHHH!"
You chucked the ball to Caitlin who made an easy layup, rolling your eyes at the way the Iowa bench was unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter.
As you ran back, the player you were defending mistakenly stuck out her foot ever-so-slightly, and, to your aggravation, you tripped.
"REEEEEF!" you yelled, practically shattering everyone's eardrums to the point all the courtside microphones picked it up. "SHE FLIPPIN' TRIPPED ME! CALL THE FOUL, GODDAMNIT!"
The ref blew her whistle, glaring at you before touching her right hand to her right shoulder and letting her arm fall to her side.
Your jaw dropped as you scrambled to your feet. "HOW IS THAT A FLOP?! ARE YOU DUMB?"
You were tackled to the floor before you could even take a step. "SYDNEY! GET OFFA ME YOU FU—"
A hand was slapped over your mouth.
"Don't!" Kate scolded, your girlfriend's hand remaining strong. "Don't say it."
Sydney only let you up once you stopped squirming, a look of utter annoyance on your face. "I hate all of you. Literally every single one of you."
As play started up again, you became more aggressive, throwing more shoulder into it than you had earlier on in the game, getting more steals, blocking more shots. And of course, that was when the ref started paying attention.
You had slightly knocked Angel Reese with your shoulder, successfully stealing the ball after a double team with Caitlin, when the ref had decided she didn't like that and blown the whistle.
You backflipped, chucking the ball to Narnia, fists clenched as you stalked over to the dumb woman wearing black and white stripes. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M— YOU CAN'T EJECT ME FOR THAT YOU BI—" you stopped short when you spotted Kate giving you the I'm-not-mad,-just-disappointed girlfriend look. "YOU BIIIIII... you biii... YOU BIRD! THIS IS ONLY MY FOURTH PERSONAL! LEARN TO COUNT!"
You could hear Coach Bluder facepalm behind you.
"No," the ref scoffed. "One on Reese in the first quarter, one on Johnson in the second, and two on Poa and another one on Reese this quarter."
"Yeah! That's four!" You snapped, counting on your fingers. "Reese, Johnson, Poa, Ree—"
You stopped short. "Reese, Reese, Johnson, Poa, Poa—wait—"
Kate held in a laugh, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you gently off the court since you were still busy trying to count. "Come on, baby, off you go."
You blinked rapidly as Coach Bluder took Kate's place, guiding you to the bench with an amused but equally unamused sigh. "Sit down, Y/N."
As soon as she returned to her previous spot on the sidelines, you snapped out of it. "Dumb ref!"
Her head snapped back like a slingshot. "What did you say?"
You jumped to your feet, ready to deck her, only for Molly to deck you, lightly but effectively kicking you in the back of the knee with her foot. You practically crumpled, nearly hitting your head on the back of your seat had it not been for one of your other teammates sticking their hand out. "Ow!"
"Sit your ass down," Molly scolded. "Stop antagonizing her!"
"She's antagonizing me!" You whined, holding the back of your knee as you hauled yourself up onto your chair. "She's the one being a—"
"HEY!" Kate shouted from half court, hands in her hips as LSU prepared to dribble down the court. "NOT ANOTHER WORD, MISSY, OR YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN DINNER FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"
You jolted, sitting up ramrod straight, frantically shaking your head at the threat.
Kylie snorted. "Really? That's all it took for you to shut up? Your girlfriend yelling at you?"
You scowled, but said nothing.
"You're so whipped."
"I am not whipped!" You screeched, shoving her off her seat before standing on yours and preparing to perform an elbow drop.
"HEY! STOP THAT!" Kate's voice was so commanding that everybody on the court froze momentarily. "KYLIE! Y/N! BEHAVE!"
You both scrambled to return to your seats, staring straight ahead with matching looks of terror on your faces.
Kate shook her head as everyone on the court snapped back into action. "LITERAL CHILDREN!"
You stuck out your tongue.
"SEE?"
I should stick to soccer fics
#kate martin x reader#kate martin#iowa wcbb#caitlin clark#sydney affolter#molly davis#lisa bluder#angel reese#lsu wbb
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How's flirting for dummies reader and Jake doing? Are they in a relationship now? I'm dying to know!!
These two are 100% still in a relationship (and if Jake has a beautiful two carat diamond ring hidden in his sock drawer, well that is no one's business but his.)
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader
Rating: General with a little suggestive content and kissing
Word Count: 500
A/N: Based on my Flirting for Dummies series. Reblogs and comments feed the muse.
Jake would prefer a big blowout proposal with both of your family and friends, but Jake knows you. You'd hate all the attention, so instead he plans something small and intimate with the help of Bob and Janet.
He enlists Becky to make sure your nails get done before the big event and uses the excuse of an important banquet with his squad to get you dressed up. You look beautiful sitting in the passenger seat, gesturing animatedly as you talk with him about your day.
Thankfully you're not overly familiar with the layout of the base so you don't realize he's driving in the opposite direction of the hangers. You're so caught up in your story that you don't stop talking until he cuts the engine of his car on an abandoned stretch of beach.
He can see the adorable little wrinkle between your brows as you realize you're not where you expect to be. You glance back at him, confused before seeming to notice the line of tiki torches in the sand that lead to the water's edge. He sees the exact moment you put together what's coming and the way your anxiety ticks up.
Jake takes your hand in his and squeezes it. "Relax, it's just us," he promises and you smile at him so sweetly. "Come on," he urges.
Bob and Janet followed his instructions to the T and set up a little table and chairs with food. There's also an ice bucket with chilled champagne to celebrate with once you say yes.
By the time Jake gets down to one knee you're shaking, anxious, and excited. He smiles and you return it. You don't even look at the ring in the box, eyes locked on him as he asks you to marry him.
"Yes, Jake. Of course," you tell him.
Once he slips the ring on your finger you practically launch yourself at him. You bury your face in his neck, breathing in deeply as he strokes your back. Jake knows you're overwhelmed and he holds you until you pull away. When you finally do, he cups your face and kisses you deeply.
"This means I really like you, in case that wasn't clear," he whispers with a grin, tapping your nose affectionately. “I know sometimes you can be a little slow on the uptake with these things.”
You laugh. "That was one time when you first asked me out.”
“Hmmm, what about when I asked you to move in with me?” He questions with a raised brow.
“Ok, two times,” you defend, giggling at the expression on his face. “But this time I got it. The ring makes it pretty clear. You and me, we’re gonna get married.”
“Good, good,” he whispers, leaning in to drag his lips over the shell of your ear as he continues to talk. “I want to be crystal clear. with my intentions”
You moan when he pulls the strap of your dress aside to mouth at the swell of your breast. “Clear, oh my god you’re so clear,” you pant, grasping his biceps tightly.
Ask away
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i forgot that you existed * sv5
you didn't expect to run into your ex ever again, yet here you are and you find yourself pretending like you'd never met him before.
pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!reader
trope: fake amnesia
wc: 1.4k
(f1 masterlist) | (falling in reverse)
you hide behind a display in the middle of the supermarket, stacked boxes keeping you somewhat hidden from the man you’ve stalked the moment you got out of your car in the parking lot. you keep your head down to avoid getting recognised back.
an uncanny lookalike of the man you swore was the love of your life stepped out of the car parked next to yours and it’s like you’ve been in a trance ever since. you can’t tear your eyes away from the man now sauntering within the supermarket with a basket hanging from his arms loosely.
because you know that you packed everything up and moved halfway across the world when you thought you’d go crazy from the reality that he’d left you at the altar — on your wedding day.
it’s been 5 years since he watched you walk down the aisles of a church with your shared friends and families covered in a white dress that took you 2 months to choose. an entire lifetime ago since you had taken one last step up to the altar before he had run in the direction you came from and never be seen again.
in the back of your mind, you remember the way it felt like life had lost all its meaning after that day. life started to grey itself out as the living soul was sucked out of your body.
all for him to relay a message through his parents, thoroughly embarrassed to tell you that all the man could muster up was a pathetic and humiliating apology: ‘i’m sorry’.
he’s sorry? that’s all he could say to you after spending — wasting — 6 years of your life with him, planning your future and ending it abruptly on the day you were supposed to vow that you’d spend the rest of your lives together.
you’d daydreamed several times about the things you would say to him if you’d ever chanced upon running into him again. it went several different ways: sometimes you thought about throwing punches for making you question everything or falling to your knees in tears asking him how and why he could do this to you, and sometimes the scenario goes in a way that he’s the one begging you for an apology at your feet and saying that he regrets it.
the days seemed to pass by slowly and painfully after he’d left you. but you just remembered waking up one morning and hating the way your reflection stared at you in the mirror.
you were a mess.
so you packed your things and left everything behind — you moved halfway across the world and started anew. you haven’t regretted that decision.
and what are the chances that you’d run into sebastian in an obscure supermarket on the other side of the globe half a decade later? you had left your hometown for this very possibility only for it to happen much later in life at a time you would never have expected.
now that you’re stalking him (unstealthily), everything you’d sworn that you would say to him is thrown out of the window.
you follow him into an aisle and linger at the edge of the aisle, feigning interest in the baking goods displayed neatly on the shelves. you pick up an item and drop your head to look at it, though your eyes can’t help but trail up to the man standing on the other end of the aisle.
it really is him. no matter how much reasoning you do with yourself, there’s no denying that sebastian vettel is standing in the very same property as you for the first time since the unfortunate demise of your relationship.
you seriously consider walking up to him and clocking him in the face then bolting away. because you know — used to — him and he wouldn’t hesitate to throw back a punch.
sebastian turns his head in your direction abruptly, making you whirl back around to the shelf in front of you. and then it happens.
you hear your name being called out by a voice you’d longed to hear after all these years.
you start to panic. you consider all of the possible options to escape the situation. maybe you still have time to start running? it’s just a supermarket; there’s several others everywhere else. you can just start doing your grocery shopping elsewhere.
ah, but this is the biggest supermarket closest to you and it’s got everything you need.
but as sebastian slowly approaches you, you find your mouth speaking faster than your head could process. “do i know you?”
do i know you? where the hell did that come from?
sebastian stops a a distance from you, jaw hung as he tilts his head at your words. “what?”
you swallow the formed lump in your throat as you look at him, wide eyed and hands balled into fists by your side. perhaps you should just pretend that he’s got the wrong person.
yet it seems that your mouth will continue to run without your brain. “yeah, i got into an accident a couple of years ago. it affected my memory.” you smile slightly. “did i know you?”
you watch as he tries to find a response to what you’ve just said. and he’s better than you, you think, because he still managed to find something to say. “accident? i’m so sorry.” you wave off his concerns with a hand in the air and a shake of your head. “we, uh,” he sucks in a breath, “used to be really good friends.”
good friends. men really are liars.
“oh, what a shame,” you say with a grimace, as if you mean it. as if you don’t actually remember the way he’d made you feel small. “how nice that i run into a familiar — well, unfamiliar — face. i haven’t seen you in any photo albums.”
you start to think that your mouth has a mind of its own. you swear that you’ve seen a movie with this exact plot: feigning memory loss to avoid the real consequences of running into someone from your past life. or it could just be a result of all your panic.
because he is in every single photo album you’d brought along with you. there’s holes in those albums, photos with sebastian now sitting in a box in the store room of your little apartment, in the deepest corner where it cannot be acquired without hardwork.
you lie again with a soft laugh. “when i was told my memory was completely wiped from my accident, i took off in an attempt to start again. but how nice that i run into a familiar — well, unfamiliar — face again.”
sebastian stands there in silence for a moment. “i’d really love to catch up some time,” sebastian offers with a small smile. “find out about this new life you have and everything.”
you feel an insurmountable rage fill your chest. your chest feels heavy and your head starts to pound.
you should really just start running back to your car now.
“that would be a great idea!” what the hell. that’s literally not what you had meant to say. you were considering laying it on him and screaming at him in the middle of the supermarket. it’s just so unfair that he stands here acting like he hadn’t driven you to the brink of insanity in your 20s.
“fantastic!” sebastian grins fishing for his phone in the pocket of his jacket. “let me get your number so we can find a day we’re both free? i have to head back to finish unpacking my boxes — i just relocated here for work recently.”
“what are the chances,” you joke through gritted teeth, typing your number into the contact sheet he’d pulled up for you. you should just run now with his phone and throw it into the lake nearby. “well, it’s nice running into you. i’ll hopefully see you soon!” you perk up and turn around. “sorry, i didn’t catch your name earlier.”
he grins, “it’s sebastian.”
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series taglist: @vicurious28 @c-losur3 @lozzamez3 @haikyuu-carat @bicchaan @cinnamongirlontv
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NSFW WARNING!
mafia mingi
sometimes mingi came home all bloody, streaks of blood in his messy platinum hair and an exhausted look on his face. today was one of those days. "i missed you." he said from the doorway of you room taking you by surprise, you jumped up and chuckled. "hey." your smile disappearing when you take a closer look at see all the blood smeared across his body. "rough day?" you ask and he sighs in return walking over to you. "wash me." a soft smile spreads across your face blush creeping up your cheeks. you love it when mingi asks you to pamper him, he's not an easy person to take care of since he's always wanting to be independent and do things for himself. "sure." you both walk to the bathroom together him sitting on the toilet seat and you standing in between his thighs. he pulls you closer by your hips, slipping his hands under your shirt to touch your warm skin and slowly rub your sides. taking off his shirt is easier today, usually, he'd want a slow and sensual make out session first. but he's decided he's to tired to do anything without at least washing up first. especially since he knows how much you hate being touched by blood that isn't yours or his. you both stare at each other for a while, just letting him savor this moment with you before he goes off early in the morning. "lick it." he says. "huh?" confusion fills you, what the hell was he talking about? "the blood." you shake your head. "it's not yours." a small giggle escapes his lips. "it is. want you to lick me clean." looking down at his spasming abs you agree, get on your knees and stick your tongue out lapping up all the blood between his abs and turning your lips a deep red color. messy blood all around them. he takes your hair and pulls it slightly so you look up into his eyes. "good?" sticking your tongue out you bring it up to lick your lips to swallow it all and nod. "let's try something new tonight bunny." there's that nickname that gets you wet immediately. his bunny. he knows you won't be able to say no to whatever it is he wants to try. you take his spot on the toilet seat while you wait for him to come back, it takes him some time and in between that you hear clanking and crashing, almost making you run to check up on him. but soon enough he's back, and with his gun on his side. "what's that for?" you ask almost in a whisper. "do you trust me y/n?" his tired deep voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. you're not sure what the right answer is here, you know mingi would never hurt you though. "yes.." he smiles getting on his knees lifting up your skirt and taking off your panties until they reached your ankles soaking your thighs in your own arousal. and he laughed, he fucking laughed. "look at you, you're dripping baby." you rub your thighs together to feel some friction and pleasure yourself but mingi forces them back open. "shh, you'll get what you want in a second. be patient for me, yes?" you just nod in response. you didn't think he'd be upset at that too. "words, baby." he says rubbing your inner thigh. "ill be patient." you say back. he smiles and looks up at you not breaking eye contact when he starts pulling out his gun you look down at it, but you feel his big hands on your chin moving your face to turn and look at him. "look at me." he says voice deeper than before which at the time seemed almost impossible. so you take a deep breath and tangle your fingers through his hair, he takes that as an invitation to move his hand further up and start to prep you, playing with your folds and teasing your hole ever so slightly until he slides his fingers in fully. so you don't make too much noise he covers your mouth. the walls are thin and your bodyguard, san, sleeps in the room next door. but he can still see the effect he has on you. "m-mingi" you gulp. "please." this time he doesnt smile, doesn't even answer your pleads, instead the takes his gun and cocks it, pressing it to the side of your head. your eyes widen and you grab his wrist. "mingi?" you say in the sweetest voice, which almost makes him fold, but he doesn't.
"make a noise and you're dead." he smiles, psychotically and whats even more psycho, is it gets you wetter, which is saying a lot. the fear in your eyes turns him on, he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing hole slowly, and stands up. still pointing the gun to your head he looks down, "unbuckle me." you nod immediately fumbling to take off his belt and take his pants off, they pool at his ankles so he can step out of them easily. next are his boxers you do this slower just to tease him. something which mingi doesnt like "hurry up." he groans grabbing your hair tightly. you hurry yourself up and pull them all the way down, his angry cock springs up hitting his belly, coating it with precum. "stand up." you do, he takes your seat and pats his lap. "youre gonna ride daddy, no noise." its almost a demand. you nod and hover over his dick letting him line it up, he pushes the tip in carefully, your pussy sucking it in tightly. "f-fuckkk." he groans and a whimper escapes your throat reminding him to press the gun harder onto the side of your head. "i said shut the fuck up." you lean down sinking onto his dick and biting his bare shoulder to suppress your moans. he grabbed your hips and started moving you up and down slowly, everytime you clenched around his shaft he would groan in your ear. it didnt take him long to pick up his pace skin slapping filled the room and your mouths grip on his shoulder got loose, you felt like you were about to cum with the way he kept thrusting into you harder and deeper. "that's my little slut taking me so well." he reminded himself to keep the gun steady, "you gonna cum?" you nodded against his shoulder and accidentally moaned too loud when his tip pressed right on your g spot. he laughed and crawled his hand up your chest and to your neck moving your limp and bouncing body to look him in the eyes. "shut the fuck up dumb whore." he pressed the gun to your temple. "i know daddy's stretching you out so good right now but you- shit- have to be quiet." he sped up his pace choking you with one hand which also kept you in place and holding the gun with his other. you closed your eyes as tightly as you could and clenched down on his cock. "you can cum puppy." he grunted in your ear, puppy, he called you puppy. just with that you looked down and bit on his hand so you didn't moan to loud, tensing up you came all over his dick. shortly after with just a couple thrusts his cum filled you up like a balloon, like a cum dump, his slut. you trembled in his arms for a while and he set the gun down, panting against your sweaty neck. you just sat there for a little he held you close and pressed against you, he also leaned back against the toilet seat so you could lay your head more comfortably. "im sorry puppy, I didn’t do too much did i?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum and his oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, “no not at all, but uh-.” you look up at him, still trembling "no, it wasn't actually loaded. you know i could never hurt you." you laugh, and you hear him quietly join you. he sits you on the seat and turns on the water in the bath. “lets clean up, then we can go cuddle, sounds good?" he quietly asks you, scratching one of his injuries from earlier that night grabbing your hand to give it a kiss as well. you giggle, “sounds good. dont irritate the scratches baby.” he nods smiling, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. “sorry.” he turns the water off once its filled and carries you in.
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im so obsessed w sub!nick and enemies to lovers rn pls work your magic 🙏
Stupid and Idiot.
Summary: Nick decides to bother you at a party so you decide to shut him up :3
Tw: reader drinks a bit, NSFW. Degradation? Oral sex, eating out, belt used as collar. (idk, I went kinda crazy).
The music is loud on my hears, people dancing around me as I walk to the kitchen to get another drink. The kitchen was surprisingly empty, most people were dancing on the living room or making out on random bedrooms. I open the fridge and take out a bottle with vodka and some orange juice, when I turn around and place them on the kitchen counter, I see Nick standing on the door frame smiling at me, I roll my eyes, that guy can’t leave me alone.
‘’Great, the idiot is here. Do you like me that much you came running here just to see me?’’ I say while starting to make my drink.
‘’Don’t be so full of yourself, in your dreams I come running to you.’’ He walks slowly towards me.
‘’In my dreams you don’t exist.’’ I take a sip of the drink and it burns my throat; I pour a bit more vodka on it.
‘’Sure, I bet you dream about me every night.’’
‘’Yeah, you are the creepy guy of my nightmares, the one that never leaves me the fuck alone so I punch in the face.’’ I smile at him. ‘’How about that? would you like to make my nightmares true?’’ this time he is the one he rolls his eyes at me; I finish the glass in one go to get out of the kitchen as fast as I can.
‘’You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.’’ Nick laughs and starts walking outside of the kitchen but I grab him by the shirt and push him into the wall, his chest and face against the tiles, my chest against his back.
‘’You would like that, won’t you? You filthy bitch. You just love railing me up.’’ A soft moan is muffled by his lips, I can feel him shaking against me and I smile against his ear. ‘’That’s why you are so fucking annoying? You just wanted to get fucked?’’
‘’S-Shut up.’’ He moans out, his hips backing up to meet mine, drawing tiny circles against my bulge.
‘’God, you are so pathetic.’’ I bite his neck playfully. ‘’Laundry room. Now.’’ I turn around walking to the door close to the fridge, I feel Nicks hands on my lower back, pushing me inside the room. I hear the door closing and locking behind me. I turn around and lean into the washing machine, crossing my arms over my chest and spreading my legs a bit. Nick is locking at the door and taking deep breaths. ‘’What? Not so brave now. Is the idiot to shy to talk?’’
‘’I’m not an idiot, you stupid fuck.’’ He turns around, his cheeks are red and he is clearly hard. I smile and tilt my head. ‘’Stop smiling! God, you are so fucking stupid.’’ He takes a step; he is standing right in front of me. ‘’I hate you, you are entitled, egocentric, arrogant and narcissistic.’’ I raise an eyebrow.
‘’You done, sweety?’’ Nick doesn’t say anything, he just looks away from me and crosses his arms. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes, then.’’ I grab him by the hips, turn him around and press him against the washing machine. His hands grab my shoulders, his eyes are wide and I feel him punch my shoulder not too hard. ‘’I don’t like brats. I prefer them more submissive and willing, but I think it will be fun to convert you, don’t you think so?’’ I whisper against his ear, my voice lower on purpose. My hands slowly pushing his shit up a bit.
‘’See, egocentric as fuck.’’ He murmurs and I laugh. I press my lips against his, my knee pressing against his bulge, his hands wrapping around my neck and playing with my hair. One of my hands slide down his shirt and up to his chest, a soft pant escaping his lips, my fingers playing with his nipple, his hips rolling and humping against mine. ‘’Fuck you.’’ He moans when I squeeze his nipple.
‘’I will, darling. Don’t worry.’’ I undo his belt, taking it out and putting it around his neck.
‘’W-what are you doing?’’ he grabs my hands softly.
‘’Don’t tell me nobody has done this to you?’’ he doesn’t answer. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry baby. they haven’t been fucking you good enough. You will love this; I just know it.’’ I buckle the belt around his neck, with enough room for m to fit three fingers between the leather and his skin. ‘’See, now I can move you around however I want to.’’
‘’Entitled idiot.’’ He mumbles and pulls me into a kiss, it’s sloppy and rough. He bites my lips and I bite back, our hips rubbing against each other. One of my hands slides down his pants, rubbing at his clothed cock.
‘’Want me to fuck you? Tell me, tell me how bad you want it.’’ I growl and he shakes his head.
‘’No, fuck off.’’ I smile and squeeze him before backing off. My back touches the wall and I pull the belt making him trip against me.
‘’On your knees.’’ I push him down and he kneels in front of me. ‘’Go on, if you suck me good enough, I might consider fucking you.’’ He frowns at me but undoes my pants and takes out my dick, his mouth opens and takes all of it, his head moving up and down rapidly. ‘’Fuck, you are such a whore.’’ My hand pulls on the belt a bit making him gag, his saliva running down his chin, muffled moans dying on his throat. ‘’God, you love this, don’t you? Bratty bitch.’’ His tongue moves around my length with experience, his blue eyes looking up at me in the dark room, I let out a pant and grab him by the hair, his hands move up from the floor to my thighs, form my thighs to my stomach, massaging up and down. I start moving his head up and down, feeling myself getting closer I pull his head away and his tongue hangs out. ‘’Not yet, get up.’’ He whines but gets up. ‘’Turn around.’’ He turns around and I push him against the washing machine, his back against my chest, both of my arms caging him in. ‘’See? Not so hard to be obedient.’’
I push him gently into the cold metal, bending him, his back arching. I pull down his jeans and boxers, his bare skin touching the cold metal, he lets out whimpers and soft moans, his whole-body shivering. ‘’Fuck me already.’’ He demands.
‘’Baby, you had it in your mouth, you know it won’t be that easy.’’ I massage his hips softly, taking in the sight. I kneel down, kissing softly at his thighs, I feel him squirming, I bite here and there leaving red marks all over him. I kiss his entrance and leave tiny licks all over it, he moans loudly when I finally push my tongue in, his hips sticking out and moving against my face while I eat him out, his moans get louder and louder, I leave one last kiss on his cheek before standing up again.
‘’Wha-Why did you stop?’’ he whines and I roll my eyes, so needy.
‘’Shut up, suck my fingers if you wanna be fucked.’’ I shove two of my fingers on his mouth and he doesn’t complain, his tongue starts moving around them, getting them wet really was, after a few more lips I pull them out. My hand travels down to his already wet hole, the two of my fingers slide in easily, I pump them in and out as fast as I can, his back arching, loud whines and moans leave his mouth pleading for more. His hands grabbing my shirt and pulling at it, I grab his arms and hold them behind his back with my other hand.
‘’Faster! Please.’’ I laugh, curling my fingers a bit hitting the right spot, a breathy moan scape his lips. ‘’Fuck! Right there, please, more.’’ His legs are trembling and his hips are buckling back at my hand.
‘’You gonna cum?’’ he moans in response. ‘’Yeah? Ask nicely.’’
‘’Please, I’m close, please, please!’’
I lean in so my mouth is against his ear. ‘’Good fucking boy.’’ He lets out a loud moan, his hips trembling more, I stick my fingers out and spank his ass. ‘’God, I didn’t even touch your dick. So filthy.’’ His ass is wiggling, backing up against me. I stand up, letting go of his arms. ‘’Want more, sweety?’’ he moans softly. ‘’Words whore. Words.’’
‘’Yes, yes. Please, want you inside.’’ He rubs himself against my hard dick, moaning softly. I spank him again.
‘’Don’t move then.’’ He stops moving, I grab my cock and pump it softly, pre cum falling into his hole, I slap my dick against his ass and slide it. ‘’That’s it. Good slut, arch your back, come on.’’ He raises his hips a bit, his back arching prettily. I reach out and grab the belt, my hips moving slowly against his, I roll my hips and trust slowly, his whimpers loud and his body sensitive.
‘’More! faster, please, please.’’ I tug the belt a bit, moving my hips faster and deeper, knocking the wind off his lungs, he is panting and drooling all over. The washing machine smashing rhythmically against the wall.
‘’That’s it babyboy, moan as loud as you want, no one will hear you.’’ I grunt, his hips moving on circles, buckling against mine, practically fucking himself on my dick. Our moans are loud, his legs shaky, the room is filled with the wet noises and the slams of our bodies, the music entering from the cracks of the door. I feel him twitching around me. ‘’Not yet, hold it in for me. Hold it.’’ He whines and I slap his ass. ‘’Good boy.’’ I move my hips a bit slower, but deeper. ‘’Were do you want it, baby?’’
‘’Inside, want it inside. Please, I need it.’’
‘’Good whore.’’ I lean in, my face against his ear, grunting and whispering at his ear. ‘’Cum for me, cum again.’’
‘’Fuck, fuck, fuck!’’ Nicks face goes down against the cold metal, his legs trembling. He is whinnying because my hips haven’t stopped moving. My grip at his hips tightens and with a few trusts more I feel myself go inside of him, as I slowly pull out, I can see white drops come out of both of us.
‘’Shit.’’ I chuckle. ‘’God, all I had to do to shut you up was this. You should have told me sooner.’’
‘’Fuck off.’’ He pants, holding himself up with his elbows.
‘’You okay there, brat? Want me to clean you up?’’ I coo near his ear, my hands rubbing his lover back and hips. ‘’Just so you know, good boys get to be cleaned up by my tongue.’’ I kiss his cheek and I feel the warmth of his blushed skin against my lips.
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I almost died 5 times while writing this.
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Written for @subeddieweek, day five.
Today Is Not Tomorrow
Prompt: Omegaverse/Posessive | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: E | CW: Role Playing Hints of DubCon | Tags: Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Omegaverse, Heat, Teasing, Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie, A Look at Aging, Light Hurt/Comfort, Lasting Love
Eddie sits on the barstool, and he's not wearing blockers of any kind tonight. An act of defiance. He's throwing his scent all over the place, right as he's rushing headlong into his heat, and he knows it's sweet as fuck. Cloying. He knows how he smells, even if it's hard to smell something you're around everyday. He's nearly noseblind to it after all these years, but he's not totally unaware of his own scent.
And neither are the alphas in the bar, apparently, because they're circling like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. No, that's just a little bit of slick and pheromones. Everybody's got 'em, what's the big fucking deal? Honestly.
Tonight, here in this bar, he's been touched, brushed against, and groped half a dozen times already. Is he asking for it, being here as his heat is ramping up? Maybe. But he still says no to each of them. And some take no for an answer. Some others growl at him, at each other.
Eddie is tired of this. He's just trying to have a beer, but he's surrounded by alpha bullshit this, alpha bullshit that. He's truly, and well over it by his age. He's not a young omega, hasn't been for a long fucking time, and he's definitely not in need of a savior, never has been. They're all knotheads, and while that sounds great, in theory, he remembers being young. Remembers how it was never what he actually wanted, once he got them between his thighs. Not really. He could never trust them enough to enjoy the act of submission that he's always longed for, so he learned to do without. He'd take care of himself on his own, before he'd drag home some random asshole alpha.
He wants to get held down and fucked, but not by any of these dickheads. He'll wind up bitten and bred, and no fucking thanks.
Not for the first time, he thinks if he were an alpha instead of an omega, he'd never have to put up with this.
He doesn't give a fuck, he can handle himself, he thinks, just a second before he's scruffed by the back of the neck, and he tenses just for a moment, before he goes limp in the alpha's grasp. Submitting, instantly.
Fucking godammit. He kind of hates himself for it. Maybe he can't handle it all on his own.
"You're coming home with me," the alpha commands, and Eddie's whole body melts into the alpha's voice, hand. It shouldn't work on him, it wouldn't, not usually, but it has in this instance. Jesus H. Christ.
Then he's tugged off his barstool, the alpha throwing a handful of bills on the bar, as he leads Eddie off, like he's a pup that needs to be manhandled into submission.
Maybe he's exactly that.
Maybe he wants to be.
Eddie tries to get a whiff of this alpha, to see if he even likes the smell of him, but the bar is full of alphas, and they're all mixed together in an overwhelming stench.
"What makes you think you're so goddamn special?" Eddie asks, and the alpha tightens his grip on Eddie's neck, not allowing him to move, let alone run. Not that it would matter if he did try to flee, he'd be chased, he knows he would, and easily caught, he's certain.
This alpha is bigger, stronger, and adamant. Eddie can't win against any of those things.
The alpha pushes him up against the alleyway wall, face-first, shoving his knee between Eddie's legs. Pressing upwards.
"You soaking wet for me?" he asks, close to Eddie's ear.
"I think you know the answer to that, unless your nose is busted," Eddie answers, laying his head against the filthy bricks. The knee is pressed harder, higher, and Eddie's body betrays him, releasing more slick, getting ready. Sending out a blatant invitation.
His biology, overtaking his brain.
Then the alpha spins him around, and sinks to his knees, burying his face right in Eddie's crotch, sucking in a deep breath.
It's the filthiest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and now he's even wetter than before. Throbbing with need. Want.
"It's not broken," the alpha says, and presses his face right up against him, even harder. Breathing deep and greedy.
"Do I even get a name, if you're gonna shove your nose in my crotch like a bad dog?" Eddie asks, reaching down and running his fingers through thick hair, pulling, just a little.
The alpha looks up, with big, expressive eyes.
"Alpha," he says, and Eddie glowers down at him.
"Yeah, no," Eddie snaps. "Not happening. You're not my alpha. And even if you were, I'm not into that bullshit."
He gets growled at for his trouble, and Eddie growls back. It doesn't have the bark, and definitely none of the bite, and the alpha throws his head back and laughs.
"That's cute," he finally says, and Eddie seethes.
"You're going home with me. And I'm gonna take what you desperately want me to have."
Eddie can't even argue, he's floating away at the idea. His heat finally hitting in full force, making its feelings on the situation known.
The betrayal of his own goddamn body.
He's suddenly flushed, and so fucking hot, burning up, and he needs to be out of these clothes, so he nods, and the alpha smiles, caressing his hips, before rising back up onto his feet.
"Take me home," Eddie says, and the alpha does just that.
Eddie is writhing under the alpha, flushed with desire, rolling along with his heat. Feeling drunk on it. Needing the release. Crazy with want, panting, begging, needing. Needing more. Needing everything.
Relishing the feel of the alpha's big hands pressing his wrists to the bed, holding him down, taking. And Eddie gives. Gives this alpha everything he has. All the control, all the power.
He closes his eyes and just feels. Feels his own body, feels the alpha's cock sliding in and out, feels the knot that's forming, threatening to catch and lock them together, at any minute.
And it does.
The knot catches, and the teeth sink in, biting him hard, and Eddie comes. Clenches down on the knot he's now locked to, and comes all over his own belly at the feeling of the teeth in his neck. When the alpha finally lets go, Eddie puts his hand to his neck, pressing against the wound.
"You just go around biting everyone you meet in a bar?" Eddie snaps, but he smiles.
"Only when they belong to me," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.
"You think I'm your property?" Eddie asks, raising his eyebrow, a question. A challenge.
"Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I'm not new here," Steve says, nuzzling his face against Eddie's neck. Licking at the wound.
And it makes Eddie smile. Because he does belong to Steve. Has, for a very long time. And Steve belongs to him, too. Steve's definitely not new here, so he's definitely not gonna let Steve get by with just saying that. It's just not how things work in their house.
Eddie will submit, wants to, loves to, but he damn well doesn't want that commented upon like it's a goddamn given. It's his choice to make, always has been.
Even as his body makes demands.
And now that his body has finally given in, gotten what it wanted, the foggy feeling has been snatched away. Too fast. Too abrupt. It never used to be this way.
Before, he could ride the wave of his heat for hours, for days, lost. Adrift. Steve taking care of him, such good care, being inside him, day and night. Holding him down, fucking him, loving him, and keeping his omega desires beyond sated.
Because he trusts Steve. His husband. His mate. His alpha.
His body would be filled, and loved, and fucking worshipped. And he could float off into space, indefinitely, while it was happening.
And now his body is betraying him.
These days, after he comes one fucking time, it's like the dial on his heat is turned from eleven down to zero. From blaring heavy metal, to complete radio silence in an instance. No pleasant buzzing in his brain to be found anywhere, only the ringing in his ears, left behind with the sudden absence of it. Like he'd hadn't been lost in his heat, just minutes ago.
It sucks.
It'll start buzzing again later, slowly picking up for round two, probably, hopefully, but the harsh change right now threatens to drag him low.
He misses what once was.
He clutches at Steve's back.
"Watching all those alphas approaching you, thinking they had a chance," Steve says, giving the barest roll of his hips, all he can manage while they're locked together in this way. It probably hurts Steve, but he does it anyway, and Eddie moans at the tugging sensation at his opening.
It brings him back to Steve.
He's so full. So taken care of. So loved.
And has been for years, decades.
"You got jealous?" Eddie asks.
"Always," Steve says, "they don't get to touch you. Scent you. That's mine. You're all mine."
And Steve's cock must agree, because it gives another spurt, filling Eddie even further with come.
"Easy there, hot shot, you're old. You'll dehydrate yourself," Eddie says, and Steve laughs.
But then Eddie tells him, voice serious, "I'm all yours."
And Steve growls, low in his chest, possessive.
"You better not be growling at me, sweetheart," Eddie teases, and Steve rolls it over into a purr, smiling. "That's better."
He'll submit to Steve in bed any day of the week, wants to, and feels fucking amazing when he does. But he's still Eddie, and that will never change. He's an omega, but he's his own goddamn man, out of this bed.
Luckily, Steve seems to love that about him. Has always loved that about him.
Eddie thought he was a bad omega in his youth, and was sure he didn't give a fuck about any of it. Then, along came Steve.
He's not a bad omega, because he's Steve's perfect one. He's been told that enough, to believe it to be true.
Steve's knot eventually goes down, and then he slides out of Eddie. He's immediately down between Eddie's legs, fussing, "You okay?"
Eddie's okay, he's just getting old, and he can't take what he could at twenty or even thirty or forty. He's sure his days of getting heats are coming to an end any day now, as sporadic as they are anymore, and in some respects, he feels like, good fucking riddance.
In others, he'll miss it. Miss what it is, what it might mean, for them as a pair.
Steve's ruts still come like clockwork, and biology isn't fair.
Eddie worries that he might not even get to submit to Steve if there's no heady undercurrent telling him to, guiding him.
He worries he won't be as attractive, as alluring to Steve, once he's no longer throwing down the major pheromones.
"Where'd you go?" Steve asks, taking a break from running his tongue all around Eddie's opening, cleaning him up. Soothing any hurts.
"Worrying that maybe this was the last time," Eddie whispers, and squeezes his eyes shut.
"Honey," Steve says, crawling up Eddie's body, laying on top of him, heavy and protective. Giving him the feeling of security that comes in no other way, can't.
"I'm good," he tells Steve, then smiles into Steve's neck, "You're a good alpha."
And Steve purrs at the praise, at the love, and it rattles against Eddie's chest, soothing him. Making all his worries slip away. Eddie knows that's what Steve gets off on the most. Their love, their bond.
And that's going nowhere. Heat, no heat.
Nothing can change their love, their connection, and Eddie melts into the sheets, and just relaxes under Steve's body.
"Do you want me to stay on top of you?" Steve asks, and Eddie does.
"Please," Eddie answers. Wrapping his arms around Steve's middle, squeezing him tight.
Today is not tomorrow, and it's not yesterday either, and submitting to that fact means he's just gonna stay right here. In the present.
With Steve.
If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤
Notes: This was my first foray into writing omegaverse, ever. I enjoyed the new challenge, but it quickly turned into a bit of a character study on aging without my permission, lol. I don't even know if the menopause equivalent has a counterpart in omegaverse lore. Welp, it does here, I guess.
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can you please do a daddy!bucky playtime where the little!reader is jumping on his bed and he tickles them and the little!reader starts to get sleepy so he feeds them a bottle/changes their diaper and has a nap with them???
Hi there love! 💜
Of course I can that’s so lovely!! 🩷
I’m so sorry it took times to be out but I hope you like how I write your beautiful request ☀️
Lot’s of loveeee 🎀💕
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Warnings : tickles, laughters, giggles, pet names, playful, tease, bottle, paci, cuddles, kisses, happy morning
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader
Summary : A playful but sleepy morning with Daddy
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It’s rare that you’re up before your Daddies. You always sleep until one of them come to wake you up. But apparently, today is different.
It’s been two days now that your Papa is on a mission in Poland so it’s just you and your Daddy for the whole week end- well now for one more day.
Your Daddy probably didn’t closed the curtain all the way down like you usually do so the morning sun woke you up because of that.
No matter how hard you tried to fall back asleep you couldn’t because of the sun, so now you’re walking toward your Daddy’s room. You hate being up when everyone else is asleep.
You quietly open his bedroom door and walk toward his bed as discreetly as you can- which means not discreetly at all. Your Daddy heard you coming when you were still in the hallway, he patiently wait with a small smile on his lips as he hears your little footsteps on the floor.
He feels you claiming in the bed and seconds later you’re jumping on his bed with all the strength you have. Your jumping right beside him with loud laughters as you keep screaming that it’s time to wake up because the sun is there.
Your Daddy fakes a groan ‘’baby it’s not because the sun is there that it’s the time to wake up’’ he fakes whine to play along.
You giggle louder ‘’of couse it is’’ You keep jumping while your Daddy had his back toward you. In one seconds, he turns around, grabs your ankle and make you fall.
He hold your legs in his arm and suddenly runs his fingers up your legs toward your belly ‘’you wanna laugh ? I’ll give you something to laugh about’’ He attacks your ticklish belly with all he can. Your laughters got louder again and you try to squirm away from him but can’t because of him.
‘’What baby ?’’ He chuckles ‘’what’s wrong ? I thought we were having fun here’’ he smirks at your reactions.
He moves toward your sides and change between your sides and ribs ‘’where are your ticklish spot ?’’ He wonders ‘’huh ?’’ He tilts his head
Your try to move his hands away and he takes that opportunity to attacks your underarms that were exposed for a second ‘’you don’t wanna help me finding out ?’’ He questions ‘’alright, i’m a big guy, I can find by myself’’
‘’You were laughing pretty hardly when I was on your little belly here’’ he says while wiggling the tip of his fingers on your belly. He hummed while looking at you ‘’where didn’t I try ?’’
‘’Oh! Here’’ he squeezes your thigh, taking you by surprise, causing you to yell. He chuckles at your reaction ‘’waaa look at that! That was pretty deep’’
He go down on your knee, he doesn’t have the same reaction but is still happy of what he got. Even if you’re less ticklish at some spots you’re still are in general.
He lightly wiggles his fingers down your legs until he reaches you little feet that are trapped by him. ‘’Oh! Found another one ?’’
You try to kick your foot away as he spiders your sole and toes like never. ‘’I’m happy with what I found out. I often forgot how ticklish you are until Papa and I tickle you again’’ he chuckles ‘’it’s so much fun, really. Love it’’ he winks ‘’and love you of course’’ he says stopping his attacks to kiss your little nose.
You take deep breath making him chuckle ‘’you wanted to wake me up, you paid for it’’
‘’A little sleepy now, aren’t we ?’’ He notices your eyes and guess by himself. You never wake up that early so you didn’t had all your hours of sleep, it was just minutes before you start to get sleepy. Your Daddy just accelerated the process.
He grabs the bottle of milk he has in his nightstand- in case you ever need one at night, and once it’s warm enough, he gave it to you. He lies back down and you rest against his arm, by his side while you drink calmly. Your Daddy stroke your belly while he waits.
He ended up holding the bottle for you because it start to get heavy with the sleepiness that takes over. Once it’s empty, he drops it beside the bed and roll the cover above you. When he looks down at you he sees your eyes close and sleepy breath leaving your sweet lips.
He smiles and kisses your forehead before sliding your paci in your mouth ‘’sweet dreams, my beautiful girl’’
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Knees
Summary : Walking the dog ends up with an injury, and Liam is a supporting boyfriend throughout it all.
Pairing: Liam Lawson x Reader
Word Count : 1.2k
A/N : Based on my week this week. I can definitely say it hurts. I don't recommend it.
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Liam Lawson Masterlist
Having Liam as a boyfriend was like having another dog running about the house as if your current dog wasn’t bad enough. Liam always had so much energy that he basically just bounced about the house and against the walls, but you love him for it.
It was your last day in England before flying out to Australia for the Australian GP, and you had left Liam in the house to finish packing, deciding to take your dog out for a walk. Scrolling on your phone as you walk along the pavement.
Except your dog had spotted her rival. Why do they hate each other? No idea but they started barking at each other. Typically, a nice stroll turned into a barking match. Before you knew it, there was a sharp pain shooting through your knee as you put your foot down on the ground.
Your dog, now far too interested in the world around allowed you to stand on the one leg and quickly pull your phone out, calling Liam. It felt like hours before he finally answered the phone, still singing as he answered
“Baby. I need you to come” you cried, not being able to hold back the tears from the sharp pain
“What happened?” He asked as there was shuffling on the other end
“I don’t know. It’s my knee though” you replied, wiping your tears away
“Where are you? I’m getting in the car now” He asked, and you sniffled
“I just got to the end of the road” you whispered, seeing his car quickly moving out the driveway and down the street. Pulling up in front of you, you were able to get your dog into the back of the car before taking the one hop into the front seat.
The tears fell down your face as you saw Liam’s sympathetic look pulling you straight into his arms
“It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you back to the house” Liam drove back to the house as you looked out the window, now really upset with yourself. Liam's hand rested on your leg as he parked the car in the driveway.
“I’m gonna take the dog into the house then come back for you, okay baby?” You nodded, taking your seatbelt off as Liam walked into the house with your baby. Pulling yourself out of the car was the worst decision you probably could have made as the sharp pain shot through your knee again.
“I told you I was gonna come back” Liam shook his head before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you inside the house
“I could have got in the house myself” you muttered, and he shook his head
“I’m gonna phone my trainer and get him to look at your knee” He placed you down on the couch, pulling your trouser leg up to look at your knee, carefully touching it
“Your hands are cold love” Liam chuckled, kissing your head as he wrapped you in a hug phoning his trainer. His trainer informed him that it was probably best to go get it x-rayed, especially if you are planning on leaving the country tomorrow morning.
That’s where you ended up that night. After spending the rest of the evening on the phone to the health board and having a video call, they sent you to the minor injuries unit at the closest hospital.
Now getting your knee touched and prodded by a random woman who was lovely you had to make your way from minor injuries to accident and emergency for an x-ray because apparently the x-ray department right next to minor injuries couldn’t be used. So limping your way across the hospital with pain shooting up your knee with every step you took.
Having the x-ray done was the least painful bit. Just laying there as the big white machine flashed and the woman placed your leg back down onto the table saying you were free to leave. Liam was waiting outside the x-ray room, wrapping his arms around you as soon as you stepped out of the room.
“I’m so sorry baby” you whispered, and he shook his head
“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s just one of those things that happens” He rubbed your back
“Yeah but there’s this whole thing with your seat, and if we’re here waiting, then you might miss your flight” Liam shook his head, helping you back to minor injuries
“You come well before that seat. Red Bull have other drivers that can take my seat if needed but I promise that even if I’m put into that car then you’ll always come first” He kissed you as you stepped back into the examination room.
“So radiography says that there’s nothing there, so I’m just coming to take a look to make sure” She smiled as Liam gently rubbed your hand. You were sure this hurt more than all the bones you had previously broken throughout your life
“I can’t see anything on the x-ray. It’s just a pretty bad sprain. My advice would be to keep your hips, knees, and toes aligned, and I’ll give you some exercises to do” You nodded, looking up at Liam, who was standing next to you.
“I swear this hurts more than breaking a bone” you muttered, and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips. The doctor came back with the exercises, and Liam drove you both back home for a couple of hours before the flight tomorrow.
Arriving at the paddock with all those cameras flashing was not a thing that you wanted to be doing while limping. Liam had his arm around your waist as you struggled to walk from the pain in your knee, still annoyed that they basically just told you to walk it off even though you physically couldn’t.
“What have you done?” Max asked as he caught up with you both
“Twisted my knee before flying out” you huffed, and he chuckled
“It hurts more than all my broken bones put together at the one time. I can’t walk up or downstairs. Liam’s got to walk like a fucking snail and we all know he’d rather be running ahead” You sighed as Liam walked over to sign a few things for fans leaving you stood on one leg
“How do you even twist your knee?” He asked, confused
“Stopping a barking match. I couldn’t even take a step, and the doctor basically said to just walk it off. I can’t walk” Max laughed, shaking his head
“I’ll see you soon then. I need to get to this interview” He smiled
“Yeah bye Max” You nodded with a sigh, taking Liam’s water bottle from him so he could sign things easier
“What have you done, Y/N?” A fan asked as you held onto the railing for support
“I twisted my knee while walking the dog. Thankfully I’m not working this week, and I’m in this lovely country. Imagine doing six hour shifts on one leg” You shook your head
“I hope you feel better soon” She smiled
“Thank you. Hope you enjoy the race” You smiled, watching Liam as Fred signs his shirt. Liam goes after him to sign Fred’s shirt.
“Let’s get you to the garage to sit down then baby” He smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist and helping you to the VCARB garage. It was crazy how Liam’s touch and smile could distract you from the pain and bring you back into the world where you were truly loved and maybe some of the news you had for Liam wouldn’t be so bad to tell him.
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— 𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐚
✧·˚ it's not fair when things don't go as planned someone ends up getting hurt. xanthus should know that by now and now he must face the consequences.
warnings. blood, gore, torture, body horror, heavy angst
your heart was pounding your ears as you were struggling in audric’s iron grip, trying to free yourself to be with xanthus who was struggling to get to you before he could hurt you. you were terrified, shaking with tears in your eyes, trying to brace yourself for whatever pain was in store for you.
“is this it?! is this your revenge? i told you what happened was a mistake i’m sorry!” xanthus pleaded while still actively struggling.
“what you’ve done cannot be undone lawrence. so, i will do what i must to make you feel my pain. your mistake killed my family, this is my revenge.”
audric’s grip on your wrist tightens and you fear he’ll break it. you look to xanthus, try to find some sort of reassurance that you’ll be okay, but you can’t see any evidence of emotions that would bring you the comfort.
“your quarrel is with me, not them! please audric, they’re all i have.”
“my family was all i had.” audric says coldly before biting his wrist to draw blood.
he takes enough time to let xanthus process what his next move is going to be and watches as xanthus’ face drops at the realization.
“no! don’t do this! love don’t drink it!”
before you realize what, he’s talking about audric’s wrist is pressed against your mouth, unintentionally tasting the bitter blood. after audric knows you’ve had a taste he throws you to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of you and you hear the sickening crack of your skull on the cement floor.
“love! please! love look at me!” xanthus’ voice is muffled and there’s a ringing your head.
you touch your head to find blood seeping from it. you’re too scared to look for the source of it on your head, you’ve always been squeamish with injuries.
“first dose.” audric states before grabbing you by your hair, you scream in pain. “don’t worry, i won’t kill you yet, i want you to suffer.”
“stop it! you’re hurting them!” xanthus’ pleads fall on deaf ears as audric drags you out of the room while you scream in pain.
the heavy door slams shut and xanthus can hear the automatic lock click, now muffling your cries of pain. he slams his fist against the wall of his cell and holds back tears of frustration. he can feel the pain you’re in and it’s excruciating, if it’s bad for him he knows it’s even worse for you.
“xanthus?”
“i’m fine dontis, i just need to get out of this cell.”
“how are we going to do that?”
“i have an idea.”
your weak body hits the cold ground in a dark room, and you don’t have the strength to move your body to face audric’s large figure, but you watch his shadow loom over you.
“please don’t do this…” you cry out weakly.
“i hate to lie and say it’s nothing personal, but it very much is.” he gets down on one knee and forces you to drink more of his blood.
the dark substance is spread all over your face and it makes you feel sick that your captors blood heals your wounds. you know better though; you know it only so he can inflict more wounds on you without killing you. he’s using you to torture xanthus because he knows hurting you will hurt him more than anything else.
“second dose.” he whispers under his breath before pulling out a notebook and writing something down and leaving the room, letting the door close and lock behind him. you close your eyes and pray that you don’t wake up in the same hell you’re in currently.
unfortunately for you, you awake in the same hell as before. it’s too dark for you to tell if your eyes are even open and you’re unsure if you’re even awake until the door swings open to reveal audric’s figure along with another unknown person.
“feeding time, love.”
the use of the pet name xanthus gave you makes your stomach turn. you struggle to sit up to face him, your whole-body aches in pain with the torture that you’ve experienced. once you properly look up at the two men standing in the doorway, your blood runs cold at the vampire that is clearly starving that audric is holding back without any effort.
“don’t be scared, the pain you feel is only temporary.”
audric let’s the vampire loose as it jumps onto you and starts attacking you, grabbing any limbs it can and biting down harshly on them. it’s like being stabbed over and over again with a knife, you are unsure if they’re even drinking your blood or just leaving puncture wounds everywhere.
your body heals with each dose of vampiric blood but it’s your mental state that is quickly deteriorating. every sudden movement, every unexpected noise has you on edge and you can’t find peace in the darkness of the room you’re kept in, and you fear for what might be in the room with you. you are only human after all.
once the vampire finishes the pain it inflicts on your body you’re roughly pushed back down to the cold ground. the air is knocked out of you at the sudden force, and you choke out a breath.
“audric, please.” you sound broken. “i want to go home.” tears well in your eyes at the mention of home. you’re beyond scared and the thought of being safe again brings you to tears.
"don't you see? this is your new home, you are never leaving this place; you are never getting out of here..." he lets out a dark chuckle. "...alive at least."
the pain you feel is intense before audric uses his blood to heal you again. the shock that this is doing to your weakened body only makes you feel worse, you start to wonder if you'll ever leave this place, and you hope that this pain you are feeling is only from you and not from the bond. you pray that xanthus isn't as affected by what audric is doing to you. you hope that it isn't affecting him, that he's not letting him win by showing that he can feel the pain.
xanthus is very much affected by the torture that you are being put through, he feels every sharp pain, every spike of anxiety that you experience, it rattles him to his very core. dontis tries his best to help his friend with a form of mediation to help him push through and not give audric the big reactions that he's looking for; breathing exercises are the most helpful and dontis shows his support by breathing through it with him.
a part of him feels guilty for not reacting to your pain. the most he does is flinch at the pain for just a split second before acting as though nothing happened. xanthus tries to count the days by counting each second into each minute into an hour and so on, but eventually he loses count and he has no way to track the time.
time seems to drag on and you do your best to try to fight through the pain that you’re being put through, but your mind feels numb; likes you’ve checked out mentally. this doesn’t go unnoticed by audric and he says it’s time.
“up you go.” audric pulls you up roughly by your arm so harshly that due to your lack of nutrition you know it will bruise badly. “it’s time to see your bond.”
your ears perk up at the mention on seeing xanthus again. you wonder what state he has been left in, hopefully a better one than you.
your weak body is dragged through the empty bare halls that echo the sound of footsteps on the smooth cement floor. a patchy trail of blood follows you due to the open wounds littered around your skin from the last ‘feeding’ session taht audric decided not to heal. the pain from them is numb to you, audric’s control over your mind makes it so, if it wasn’t for what he had already done you would’ve mistaken it for pity but you know better and that he’s only doing it so you don’t fight back.
audric stops at a large bolted shut door and drops the hold on your arm to open it. you hit the ground harder than you mean to, failing to catch yourself. your head hits the cold floor and you hear the familiar sound of cracking and then the warmth of blood dripping down the side of your face.
“bleeding again? gosh you humans are so fragile.” audric spits out while pushing the door open and grabbing your arm to throw you into the room. your rag doll of a body is slammed against a cage that rattles at the force and you swear you can feel your already broken ribs puncture a lung causing you to cough violently and struggle to breathe properly.
“..love?”
xanthus.
his voice nearly makes you burst into tears, it sounds so soft and is filled with concern.
“i must say lawrence, they’re a lot stronger than i thought they would be.” audric pulls you aways from the cage and lifts you to your feet that you can’t stand on without audric holding you up.
your head is pounding and everything is blurry through your eyes, but you try your hardest to focus on xanthus. he’s standing in front of you trying to assess all of the damage that audric has done to you.
“you’re going to be fine love, d-don’t worry. we’ll get you out of here and fix you up.” xanthus’ voice hitches as he looks at the fresh blood on your face.
audric lets out a loud laugh.
“oh lawrence, you always did know how to make me laugh.” he says, readjusting you to be in front of him. “you are never getting out of here.”
you suddenly feel a wave of release wash over you and you realize you can move on your own. the pain shoots through you and grip the bars to stop yourself from falling over. you feel xanthus’ hands cover your own. the small action plus the ridiculous amount of pain your in makes your tears flow freely down your cheeks as you look up to lock eyes with xanthus. his expression scares you even more, he’s mortified at the state your in.
you can’t bare to look at him any longer with that expression painted on his face. your legs fail you and you end up on the ground meekly holding onto the bars still. xanthus quickly gets down to your level trying to see if you’re breathing.
“i-i’m sorry xanthus.” you choke out your words, pushing through the pain just to speak to him. “i’m so scared, i-i tried to be b-brave and i failed.”
“it’s okay love, you’ve been so brave, i’m so proud of you love. you didn’t fail me i promise.” he sounds like he’s pleading with you to stay strong.
“i think it’s time to put them out of their misery, don’t you think lawrence?” audric asks harshly pulling you away from him.
“no! audric let them go!”
audric’s hand grips your hair tightly, making the open wound on your skull bleed more down your face.
“just smell that delicious blood lawrence. you really know how to pick them huh?”
the smell of your blood was driving xanthus insane. he was hungry but it was overshadowed by the anger he felt at the fact you were bleeding and badly hurt.
audric pulls a knife from behind him and traces the sharp blade on your jawline. you can hear xanthus practically growl at the action.
tears roll down your cheeks onto the reflective blade being now held tightly at your throat. you look to xanthus for any kind of comfort and the only thing on his face is panic and soon your blood paints his features as he lets out a horrific scream.
the hurt stops.
then it starts again.
it’s a piercing pain that travels through every nerve in your system and shocks you awake. you’re still in the same room on the floor covered in blood, you see xanthus free from his cage standing over what seems to be a body that you can only assume is audric.
every part of you aches and you sit up from your place on the floor. xanthus sees you move through his peripheral vision and turns to face you.
“i’m sorry.” he apologizes. “i couldn’t save you in time. the bond is broken.”
he looks at you differently, theres no ounce of affection for your in his eyes anymore. you can only see the pain in them and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“xanthus?”
he walks over to you and offers a hand.
“come. let’s find dontis and leave.”
his words are as cold as the hand that you take.
“you’re a vampire now.”
inspired by this post by @belladonnadawn thank you so much for the idea
i think this has been in the works since i saw the post which was like months ago i’m just glad i finally finished it.
(p.s i was thinking of making a part two to this but idk yet so let me know how you feel)
.love always <3 pearl
.masterlist
#pearl’s ❤︎ works#zsakuva#sakuverse#xanthus angst#zsakuva xanthus claiborne#zsaku xanthus#xanthus claiborne fan fic#xanthus claiborne x love#xanthus x love#xanthus fan fic#xanthus claiborne#zsakuva xanthus#zsakuva audio#zsaku headcanons#zsaku fan fic#zsakuva headcanons#zsakuva fan fic#zsaku
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Bartylily
but with with forced proximity in a broom closest after a prank gone wrong on bartys end
mdni. 18+ | bartylily.
the darkness of the broom closet is most definitely getting to his head now, if it hadn’t for the last hour that they’d been stuck, locked inside. lily doesn’t need the light on to know his lips are curled into a wolfish smile, his hard-on pressed against the front of her short skirt. both of his hands are wrapped in her hair, tugging every now and then to hear those moans of hers that bring him to his knees. barty snickers every time she makes a noise, her hips squirming against his own, pushing herself closer to the edge of the counter. “said you hate me,” he muses, one hand groping across her chest, inching to her throat. “said you couldn’t stand me, that you never wanted to see me again.” lily bites down on his bottom lip with a sharp intake of breath, her fingers pathetically fumbling with his belt buckle in a weak attempt to get him to shut up.
“what was it you called me again, hm, angel? a selfish prick?”
“still stand by it—shut up.” lily pants, her breathing heavy and loud.
he tightens his hold on her neck, ignoring her. “now look at you, begging for this prick’s dick. just can’t help yourself, hm?” he commends, grinning down at her. the bell rings for class and the sound of footsteps flood lily’s ears, but she’s too focused on barty to think. too drunk on his words to worry about missing her exam. the pit of her stomach aches the more he talks and she can’t help but give in.
“please, barty.” she begs, her eyes wide, tears burning her waterline. “please just fuck me.”
he takes in a sharp breath, his eyes closing momentarily as he relishes in her patheticness, her desperation. he keeps a hold on her throat, his other hand now flat against her, middle fingers stroking through the fabric of her skirt. “shit, doll, can feel your heart through your fucking skirt.”
barty’s now too concentrated, fascinated if you will, on the way his fingers toy and play with her panties, his fingers dipping in every so often to prod at her dripping pussy. he savours the way lily flinches, how she twitches when his hand scoops up her wetness, massaging it through her folds. soon he’s working her skirt down with the same hand—the other still tight against her throat, as if to keep her place. as if she might scream for help, or run away from him again. the hallway on the other side of the door is quiet now, the only sound being their gasps and moans that fill up the air between them. the only light is the white one from the hallway, illuminating the dark of his hair; the rough edges of his face as he focuses on positioning himself in front of her hole. lily would be a liar if she says she doesn’t want this and it all makes her forget about everything he ever did to upset her, especially as his tip now circles her sopping cunt, sliding up and down. barty then still suddenly, his eyes snapping up to hers.
“tell me you want it.” he whispers, pumping his hard dick slowly as his tongue shoots out to lick his lips.
“barty–” lily whines.
he moves closer to her, his forehead pressed against hers as he loosens the hold on her neck, his hand resting on the side of her face. he strokes her cheek with his thumb, “tell me you missed me, baby, tell me how much you need me, or—or, i swear to fucking god, i’ll leave you like this.”
lily gives in then, begging and moaning over and over. “please,” she tells him as he fucks into her, his cock driving deep into her. he looms over her, holding onto the side of her face, tonguing his cheek in focus. “please barty, please fuck me.” he mocks the way she begged for him, his thrusts getting harder and more violent. “gonna beg for me again, hm, doll? gonna beg me to let you cum?” lily nods furiously, her arousal pathetically heightened by the way he humiliates her, mocks her loudly and shamelessly as if they were somewhere private. as though there wasn’t a chance on earth that someone could be listening on the other side of the door.
“shhh, you’re doing so well baby,” his thumb brushes across the apple of her cheek, wiping away a stray tear as he slowly pushes his cock further into her soaked pussy. he pulls out again, pushing back in as she lets out a moan, her nails digging into his back as his eyes trail down to watch where their bodies are connected. “eyes on me, lils. keep looking at me,” he encourages through a moan of his own, her bright eyes opening and looking right at him again. barty thinks lily looks so beautiful like this. all desperate on his cock, listening to his every command.
“gonna blow my fuckin’ load into you, angel.” he begins, and lily can hardly register what he’s saying, only the way it brings her closer and closer to the edge, “missed this tight fuckin’ pussy so much.” soon, she’s begging him to cum, and the hand over her clit finally lowers, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts.
“that's it, baby, give it to me. show me how much you miss me.”
#bartylily#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#lily evans#bartylily smut#marauders smut#marauders#layla writes#ask layla
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Mr. Beauty and Brains
A chicken shop date
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An interview with a famous philosophy professor who gained fame from being one of the youngest in his field and being an attractive one, too. Is an interview for a first date too much?
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Professor!Joseph Descamps x Interviewer!Reader
Warnings: None, just fluff
Yes, this is in direct reference to Amelia Dimoldenberg's Chicken Shop Date.
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Joseph Descamps was just a normal philosophy professor. He taught at an English university, a bit far from home, but it pays well.
Emphasis on was.
When one of his students posts a video of him with the caption, "When your philosophy teacher is your age," he goes from living a normal life to worldwide news.
Everyone commented on his young age, yes, but they mostly comment on how good-looking he was. Back in France, he wasn't really considered good-looking. More so "mid-looking." He guesses it's him growing out his hair.
So, maybe, just maybe, when you were scrolling through your news feed and found the man in an article called "Young and beautiful: Philosophy professor gains fame," you thought to interview him.
It would benefit you and your fans. Your fans because they seem to be interested in the man, too, and you because your channel can grow. Plus, a date with beauty and brains? Who would turn that down?
So when you got in contact with him, asking for a date-interview, expecting him to say no, he surprisingly agreed.
There you were now in that chicken shop, ready for a date with the hot philosophy professor. What could go wrong?
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"I actually watch your videos." Joseph says casually, dipping his fries into some ketchup and nibbling it down. Though he teaches in London, his french accent is very audible.
"Really?" I ask in disbelief. I didn't know professors, especially pretty ones like him, watched videos like mine.
"Yeah. That's why I agreed." He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "I saw your text and didn't believe it. I was in the middle of my class, my students were taking an exam, and then suddenly, your name popped up. I literally stood up from my chair in shock. Ask one of thosw kids, they'll tell you."
I laugh at the situation, then act unsurprised. "Oh, yeah, well, I tend to give people that reaction. You know, Jude Bellingham quite literally passed out."
He laughs out loud, whipping his head back. When he regains composure, he asks a question that gets me weak in the knees, and I'm already sitting down.
"Yeah?"
Fuck, he sounded good. It's weird to think he's a teacher.
"Yeah."
"Well, anyone would if it's a date with you." I smile slightly, blush coating my cheeks.
"I know."
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"I heard you used to model." He chuckles, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I did. Just needed to pay for my own education." He tilts his head, smiling up at me. Why is he so cute?
"That's cool. I mean, you are pretty tall." I shrug, keeping my act up. He smiles at this even more.
"Why do you act like that?" He asks, voice low.
"Like what?" I act dumb, nibbling on my food.
"Like you hate me." I squint, looking to the side.
"Well, what if I do?" I raise my eyebrows in question.
"You don't." He's right. I don't.
"How are you so sure?" I clear my throat, the tension in the air thick.
"I just do." He leans back in his chair. "But that's alright. Turns me on."
"Yeah, I totally hate you." He laughs a breath, and I roll my eyes with a smile.
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"What's your type?" I ask, sipping on my drink.
"Um, probably smart girls. I like them smart." He nods, and I nod along.
"Well, not to brag or anything, but I competed in maths all throughout high school." I purse my lips, shrugging. He leans in with endearment.
"Did you really?" He seems so eager. I'm suddenly thankful for all of the late nights I stayed up during my school years.
"Yup. Nothing special." I take a bite of my chicken, and Joseph only stares with wide eyes and a half open mouth.
"That's... That's fucking hot." He leans back, wiping a hand on his face.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." He chuckles briefly, leaning back in with his arms on the table.
"Oh God, marry me." It was my turn to laugh. When he doesn't laugh with me, my smile drops.
"Are you serious? Why?" I furrow my brows, genuinely confused. This beautiful and smart man in front of me wants to marry me?
"Cause I'm in love with you? I mean, I got a job early in my age, maybe I should get married early, too." He shrugs as if it were simple.
"In your dreams, Mr. Descamps." He licks his lips with a smile, and I almost melt.
"I was hoping for an "I do", but that works, too. I'll dream about you." Why does he have to talk like this. Damn the french.
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When I get reminded of the fact there's a camera crew neside us recording every single interaction, I secretly wish they hadn't captured the way his knees touched mine under the table, or how his fingers fiddled with the tips of mind when both our hands were on the table.
We were about to say goodbye, when-
"Can I get your number?" Joseph asks, towering over me with his hands in his pockets. I was gonna say yes a million times, then pull him in to make out with me, but that's a bit too much. Some teasing might work.
"What, you want another interview?" I ask, smiling a bit up at him.
"No. But I won't mind it. I just want you." I blush at this, my legs feeling jelly again, worse now that I'm stood up.
"Sure, whatever, I don't care." He hands me his phone, and I jot the number down, not failing to notice the name,"Mrs. Descamps" placed on the contact already. I don't stop it.
"I'll text, I promise." He purses his lips, looking at me with genuinity. I smile softly, kissing his cheek.
"I know you will." I get up on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.
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So, you may or may not be on the top most tweets on the internet, name next to Joseph's on the tag, "#MrDescampsCSD."
After the video was posted, people started shipping you. They gave you the ship name "J-Y/N." You wouldn't say it bothered you, because it doesn't.
And yes, the media caught you kissing his cheek. And yes, they think you're dating. But who's dumb enough to believe that?
"Chérie?" A voice calls out from your flat's corridor, followed by the door closing and keys dropping on the table.
"In here!" I shout from my place on the couch. I feel lips press on my temple.
"Half day today, I told you. I'm making lunch." Joseph Descamps says as he peeks at what you're reading.
"What's J-Y/N?" He squints his eyes at the screen, trying to read a bit more. I pull the phone from his sight, sitting up.
"Nothing you need to worry about, joli. Come here." I stand up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Always, after work, no matter what time he gets off, he'll receive a hug and more from me.
He sighs deeply, loosely wrapping his arms around my waist and inhaling my scent.
"I needed this."
"You always do." I kiss his hair, swaying absentmindedly.
Okay, you have to admit, it's pretty cool thinking that you were just interviewing him and now you live in the same place. He was only a professor before he met you. Now he's in love.
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This is so cutesy. Also made this bcs of lando. Like ik im late asf but atleast its smth 🤷♀️🤷♀️
#joseph descamps#joseph descamps x reader#mixte1963#fame au#professor#interview#chicken shop date#fluff#social media#fanfic#reader insert
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