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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Heroes To Villains

DILF Yandere Superheroes x Gender Neutral Superhero Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, minor violence, gratuitous amount of firearms, super powers, super soldiers, spitroasting, general yandere behavior, bratty reader Word Count: 3.8k (I am sorry this took a bit for me to get to, only took a few hours to write though. I hope you guys love it. Feel free to tip if you do~)

The city you were stationed in was under attack by some fairly destructive super villains. They were either traitors born of the same government program that had produced you and the other super soldiers you worked with or they were sent by another country to attack the retired super agents of your country. Though it was also possible they were a rogue foreigner with a vendetta. All the people making up your squad had been in the military and had made significant enemies.

Their goals did not really matter so much at the moment. It was more important that they were defeated before they caused any casualties.

There were two of them. One of them with an ability to lash out with streams of fire and smoke and another that could jump up really fast and high before slamming down and causing a large explosion on impact.

They were no match for you and your comrades. Red and Ace had handled much worse threats than these two with ease. Ace had been a top pilot before undergoing medical experimentation that left him with angel-like wings and the ability to shoot energy blasts from his hands. The man was like a living B-52. And Red was basically a human tank. Very little could so much as scratch his skin and he had tremendous physical strength.

Both of them had soared through the ranks and had distinguished themselves as competent generals in the last great war. Now they were retired and used their abilities as super soldiers to become heroes and protect the capital from the strange threats that had been unleashed during war time. Mostly the occasional villain. Sometimes a mutant animal.

You had just been a simple medic. Nothing too fancy, but you had hesitantly taken the opportunity to go through experiments that would allow you to heal others much more effectively and without the need for invasive surgery. Most of the super soldiers gained a unique ability and also became more resilient to damage and agile.

And you had gotten those perks too, but not to the degree as everyone else. Though you had gotten an extra ability that most people lacked. Hyper accurate aim with long distance weapons. But you also suffered a drawback when compared to your peers. You got exhausted easily, having very little stamina.

Who could forget the time you had saved the city by firing the railroad gun at the giant robot that used mutated biological components in its construction? Firing a 19,000 pound shell and obliterating an entire giant robot with one perfectly executed shot had been amazing.

You longed for that kind of usefulness again. But currently you were a bit bored, as a long range support unit you frequently hung back a bit. Red and Ace normally cleared everything up themselves without having need of your abilities.

Ace had plucked the hopper from the sky and injected him with a serum that would knock him out cold until he could be taken into custody where his abilities would be removed completely, if they could be. Red had similarly taken out the fire user who had discovered that his searing flames did little more than make Red sweat a bit.

They regrouped together before they started walking back to you, each carrying the limp weight of an unconscious enemy on their shoulders. It would be a few minutes before they got to the rendezvous.

You heard the gruff voice of Red on your comm line.

“We got em’ On our way back now.”

“Affirma-”

You were cut off by a sudden shift underground followed by a woman jumping up from the earth below you and punching you hard enough to launch you several feet.

There had been a third and they had split up to take you on individually.

As you fell through the air you took out your side arm and fired every round in rapid succession. Each one aimed for her heart. Each one hit their mark. But when you hit the ground you had smacked your head pretty hard and the world faded to black.

You woke up in a medical bed in the basement of your headquarters. You were quite dizzy and you felt like you were certainly going to vomit.

You held your hands to your head and your palms flashed.

Much better. If you hadn’t been knocked out you would have simply been able to heal whatever injuries you had sustained in a flash. Oh well you were better now.

Ace walked in to check on you right as you had been getting up. He burst into a smile at seeing you awake. His blue eyes full of joy.

“Hey runt! Glad to see that you’re getting up and about!”

“Who’s a runt!?”

He flexed his biceps to drive the point in.

“Red, get in here, The runt is up!”

You heard his loud steps reverberate upstairs as he bounded towards the basement door and came rushing down.

“It’s been five days, we were beginning to really worry about you, squirt.”

He was smiling but you could tell his red eyes held a lot of concern in them. It seemed like there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how.

“Well, no need to worry. I am not as fragile as a regular person. And I am fully healed now.”

“Yeah… but you weren’t hit by a normal person. And you aren’t as durable as most of us…”

That was Ace.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be more careful, okay? I know my limits. I don’t need a lecture. I took the enemy down and I am okay now so we don’t need to linger on it.”

Ace put his hand to his face and his wings quivered in annoyance as they often do when he tries to lecture you and you just won’t have it.

You rolled your eyes and finally Red spoke up.

“This isn’t the first time you have gotten hurt on the field. Even with precautions like staying back you still end up injured!”

“What’s your point? It's a battle, injuries happen. At least I can heal.”

Ugh, an Ace lecture you were used to. You didn’t need both of them nagging at you.

You rolled your eyes as Red continued.

“Have you ever considered… going into another career? You volunteer at the hospital… maybe you could do that full time?”

That did it.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t in any command position, but I was a trained soldier all the same! I think I can handle myself!”

You stormed away from them and went up the stairs, slamming the door behind you. Assholes. Who were they to tell you what you should consider doing? It was your life and if you wanted to use it fighting genetically enhanced monsters and super-criminals then that was your right to do so.

It would become evident in the future that this incident was where everything started to go wrong. Going forward in battle they always had at least one of them at your side whenever it was physically possible for them to do so.

When you were eventually still injured even with that precaution, even though it was minor, they pressured you again to quit being a hero. They thought maybe you just were too attached to them to leave so they even suggested that you could still be their medic but you would stay on at the base. You could even still operate the railroad rifle that could fire shells from miles away whenever a large foe approached the city.

But you wouldn’t have it. Fuck them. You told them that if you had to form a new squad in a new city then you would do so.

They frantically apologized immediately so they let it go.

It was unfathomable that they would ever allow you to do such a thing. Go off where they couldn’t protect you even a little? Where some inexperienced whelp of a leader would surely get you killed? Not a chance!

But neither could they allow you to remain a front line combatant. Not after the injuries and not with how easily you became fatigued when exerting yourself.

The solution was ugly, but it was what it was. You left them no other option for your own safety.

Though it would make them criminals themselves they had to do it for your own good. They had to keep you here with them where you would be safe and secure. They could turn the base’s AI defenses to keep you here and make sure that you were safe. They could also have it alert them through their comms if you there was any trouble while they were on a mission.

You were laying on your bed with your hands behind your head. You stared at your ceiling and contemplated all that you had been through. The war, seeing comrades on the battlefield ripped apart with no way to save them as they bled out in agony. You had to protect people from that in every way that you could, and if you did die on the battlefield then that was fine by you.

The intrusion of Red and Ace barging into your room out of nowhere pulled you from your thoughts and you regarded them both with a scowl.

“What NOW!? Can’t you guys at least knock? I mean seriousl-”

Ace cut you off with a hand gesture for silence before Red spoke up.

“Listen squirt… we decided something. We can’t allow you to join us on the field anymore…”

“Didn’t you just apologize for saying that after I threatened to leave? Whatever, I am out of here!”

You hopped up to gather your belongings and set out at once, the mere sight of the two heroes making you want to go on a rampage, but Red pushed you back onto the bed, then Ace picked up where Red had left off.

“Well that’s not all, runt. We also decided… you can’t leave here either…”

You started laughing. It had to be some kind of joke. But the tension that filled the room told you otherwise. You looked from Red to Ace and the empty expression from Ace and the guilty one from Red told you that they were deadly serious.

You grabbed your sidearm and launched yourself at Ace, you weaved past Red and twirled yo get behind Ace and held your arm around his neck with your gun aimed at his head. You didn’t speak a word, your intention clear.

There was no way you would be kept here.

You couldn’t go for Red as small arms fire would bounce off of him, but at point blank range Ace was toast. You backed out of the room, pulling Ace along with you. He cooperated fully. Even a pair of overprotective psychos didn’t want their brains blown out.

Out of nowhere a robotic arm emerged from one of the sockets in the walls. It seized your gun and then Ace flipped your positions with him behind you.

They had reprogrammed the defenses of the base to not allow you to have a weapon. These two were not former generals for nothing. They knew how their adversary, you, would react.

You slammed your foot down on Ace’s and smacked your head behind him to hit his nose. Such weak attacks did nothing to dislodge you from his ironclad grasp.

“Stop this childish behavior and just accept things. This is for your own good. If anything this little outburst has proven that you need to be protected because you certainly cannot control your emotions!”

Red was in front of you, still looking at you with that guilty expression.

“I’ll go get your weapons from your room.”

Ace and you watched in the doorway as Red got a sack and rummaged through every single inch of your private space to look for what was now contraband.

“Come on! If you are going to keep me here at least don’t go invading my privacy like this!”

Much to your embarrassment you actually cried a bit as the large man went through all your things.

He started by removing your pistols from your weapon’s display case. Your Beretta M9, your SIG Sauer P320, you… dear god no… not your baby, not your Magnum Research BFR!

You thrashed more as you saw him take that one.

Then he moved on to your bookshelf. He took out your religious text from the shelf.

“Hey, keep your grubby mitts off of that! It’s sacred!”

“Yeah, Red, don’t you think you should focus o-”

He opened it revealing that it had been cut out and housed one of your many sidearms.

“Of course,” Ace said flatly.

When Red finished with all your pistols he moved on to the ones mounted on your wall. Your Mauser M 98, your Browning BLR, and your little Marlin 70PSS.

The rest of the search was much the same. All but one had been found. Red had to get a second bag for them all. The ones in your desk, under your bed, and the one in your mattress.

Well at least they hadn’t found your most precious gun-child…

“Okay I think I got them all. Nowhere else to search. Be truthful, did I miss any?”

You wiped the tears out of your eyes and lied convincingly. You tried to look as defeated as you could.

“No”

Ace moved the two of you out of the way so Red could take your weaponry to the armory. As he started to leave the room he noticed his footsteps sounded odd in one place.

He pressed his large foot down in the spot a few times, narrowing his eyes.

Fuck.

He bent down and realized he could remove the floor board under the rug in that spot.

He found it, the bag unzipped and your M1 Garand joined the rest of your firearms.

“NOOOO!!! That one is my favorite! It PINGS when you use it!”

Now you were truly defeated, they had gotten every single one of them…

“Holy fuck, how many did you need??”

Ace joined in.

“Yeah that’s all a bit… much…”

“If your only offensive power came from guns then you would make sure to have one near you at all times in case of infiltration or emergencies…”

Ace sighed and let you return to your bed in peace. Or what peace could be had in your glorified prison.

Later in the evening they knocked on your door.

“Hey, we made your favorite food for dinner! And made your favorite dessert too…”

That was Red, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. He knew you would hate him now. You ignored them.

“Come on, don't be like this, you have to eat!”

And that was Ace, insisting that not complying with his psychopathic behavior was childish.

You opened the door and took the food tray. Both of them smiled.

“There, see? We can all still get along. We worked very hard on that meal for you!”

You were sure that they had, they were both skilled cooks. You stared at them expressionless and slammed the tray into their faces before slamming the door.

Ace looked furious but Red held him back.

“Come on Ace… they just need to adjust…”

But you refused to adjust. You ate only when they were out of the house. As the days went by you didn’t speak a single solitary word to either of them, you may as well have been a ghost.

Well… it would have been. Had you not been doing your best to make them the two most miserable men on the planet. You destroyed all the toilet paper, clogging every toilet in the base with it, you destroyed the fridge twice, you broke the TV, tore the couch, the robotic arms stopped you, of course, but you could manage to do a bit of damage each time before it stopped you.

Even Red was getting annoyed with your behavior.

They had both tried everything to get you to behave. Punishments ranging from not eating anything but flavorless oatmeal for days to being forced to sleep in a bed with one of them so they could make sure you didn’t cause any destruction while they slept.

Finally they had had enough, things could not continue on like this and it seemed like you may never open your eyes and see that they were just trying to keep you safe. Without them you’d have ran right into the jaws of danger.

They discussed it among themselves and had one more idea. You needed to feel loved in every possible way. They loved you so much after all, that’s what all this had been about, to protect you because they cared for you. But clearly they needed to step things up a notch or ten.

When they came home that day they barged into your room and grabbed you, taking you kicking and screaming into one of the many spare rooms the base had.

They had outfitted it with a huge bed, the walls painted your favorite color, fresh roses filled a heart shaped vase on the nightstand.

“Let go of me! What did you drag me here just to give me a newer bigger room? A prison is still a prison…”

“It’s going to be…” Red started.

“Our love… nest…” Ace finished, blush evident on his face.

“No thanks. Fucking weirdos.”

“Come on, sex is known to alleviate one’s mood!”

“Yeah, just give it a chance”

Ace smashed his lips into yours and kissed you deeply, you looked at him stunned.

They were serious… You wanted to wretch… Fervently you struggled, trying to get out of Red’s grip but he handed you off to Ace who wrapped his wing around you and led you to the bed.

They took your clothing off before moving on to your own. All of you had scars due to combat and training, and you had seen them nude in the showers before, but this was different. For the first time you felt vulnerable and scared under their combined gaze.

You covered your genitals but they each removed and held one arm so they could appreciate the view. “Come on, don’t be like that. Nothing we haven’t seen before,” Ace whispered as he spread your legs apart.

“Red, did you bring the lube?”

“Yeah, right here.”

Red opened a bottle and lathered both of their growing cocks so that they were drenched with the stuff and then pressed some to your hole and massaged it in. They had no intention of letting this be a painful experience for you. They wanted to show how much they cared about you.

You tried to clench. To close yourself off from them. But the probing fingers would not be denied. You squirmed uncomfortably at the sensation of cold lube being worked into you.

“Try to relax, it will be much better if you embrace us.”

“FUCK YO-”

Red cut you off with a kiss. You tried to bite his tongue but his tongue was no more vulnerable than the rest of his body.

Two sets of hand roamed and pet, and groped your body. Gently caressing you as Red made out with you. When they felt as if they had explored every part of your body they flipped you on to your belly, with Red on his knees in front of you. His crotch level with your face.

Ace was behind you on his knees between your legs, holding them still as he wedged himself closer to your entrance, until the tip of his cock was kissing it.

You couldn’t kick because he had control of your legs. You couldn’t punch because Red had your arms pinned. Now they just had to plug your bratty mouth and you wouldn’t have any means of protest. Verbal or otherwise.

They knew you’d try to bite so Red took your mouth, claiming it with his cock. You tried to move and turn away but once Ace sank his cock into your sensitive depths you gasped in surprise so Red took the chance to put his cock in your soft mouth. He did not go in balls deep, neither of them had yet. They wanted you to enjoy it. To relax. Not worry about being hurt or gagged.

Red humped into your mouth carefully and slowly while Ace did the same behind you.

“Damn, for someone so opposed to it you fit me so well.”

Then Ace added, “Your mouth feels amazing babe. He used his thumb to draw lazy circles into your arms where he held them down. He sighed in pleasure when he felt the pleasured moans Ace was coaxing out of you. Much to your dismay.

But you couldn’t deny that it felt nice. Your body relaxed, just a bit, as the men slowly bred a bit of the stress you had been under out of it.

Now that it seemed that you were enjoying yourself, even though reluctantly, Ace decided he could speed up just a bit, rolling his hips as his cock dug further into you.

Red was going a bit faster too now that you had acclimated and stopped trying to resist so hard. He let your arms go, sure that you had finally realized how silly fighting was. The large man stroked your cheek as he continued thrusting into those sweet lips.

Ace was the first to cum, his wings outstretching fully and deep voice gasping as his large nuts filled you with wave after wave of his seed. His large cock twitched inside of you, pushing you over the edge and into your own orgasm.

Feeling all your muffled cries of pleasure right in his prick caused Red to start cumming. He pulled out, not wanting to choke you on his copious amount of semen that he knew all super soldiers produced in spades, instead cumming all over your face.

Ace pulled out of you and was the first to speak.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You didn’t respond, you were still panting from the workout you had just received. You didn’t protest when Ace pulled you into his lap and held you with your head nestled into his chest. Your head laying right on his hawk tattoo. You didn’t protest when red scooted beside him and kissed you tenderly on the forehead. You even let them clean you up and feed you your favorite meal that they diligently cooked for you while you waited politely on the couch. They figured your resistance to them before was just because you had needs that weren’t getting met.

And from that day forward they knew that anytime you got too snarky or rebellious all they had to do was make time to fuck the brattiness out of you.

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psychiclounge · 2 years

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also idk if any of u play thief or are looking to get into it but i just fell into a complete time vortex playing the violent end of duncan malveine, absolutely fucking incredible thief 2 fm by nicked. like. randomized murder mystery that doesnt treat you like an idiot so you really get to play detective. amazing level design. massive keyhunt which i know sounds insanely boring but its so well done and fun, plus a lot of it is tied into some satisfyingly tricky secrets & a really well written hidden story. it's got Atmosphere it's got Intrigue it's got Scares it's got An Actual Curse. what more could you want

#took me about six hours total to do everything except One secret out of 11 i just could not find #i dont want to spoil it if anyone does play it but its pretty minor spoilers #as in its one of the first things youll probably notice digging around #but the keyhunt is. a full deck of metal playing cards #52 key keyhunt.#and i loved it its so well designed #you do find ingame books that give you clues for each #and just overall w the mystery bit i love any game that has me wanting to pull out a pen and paper to take notes #putting together alibis for everyone and shit ouhhhhh #cannot sing this fm's praises enough

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Reconsider

Requested: yes

Prompt: 35) "Can I convince you to stay?"

41) "Do that thing I like"

52) "You looked great out there today"

Warnings: smut, 18+, douchebag Max, teammate x teammate, possessive Max, oral (f!receiving), edging

Christmas Day 7

Y/n smiled as she took her helmet off. P2 in qualifying and it was what she expected to be her last race at Red Bull. While she loved the people there, she wasn't winning and that is quite frankly what she wanted to do. She didn't think she could do that having to play second fiddle to Max Verstappen. When she hopped out of the car, she was met with Lando who congratulated her and joked she should come to McLaren. She laughed along with him until she felt a poke at her shoulder and she knew exactly who it was. She turned to see her teammate with his helmet hair looking as hot as ever and a lazy smile on his lips. "You looked great out there, today. Pity you're not here next season." He said. Y/n smiled back and took her own helmet off. "Yeah, a real shame." She replied and placed her helmet onto the podium table.

Max moved closer and leaned down to her ear. Her heart beat in her chest. "Can I convince you to stay?" Max whispered lowly into her ear. She looked around at all the cameras snapping photos and videos of this moment, yet kept her composure. "Bold move." She replied, still smiling. He looked down to her lips. "I can."

As Y/n went around the media pen, she anticipated finishing up so she could get her convincing to stay by the dutchman. It wasnt the first time they would fuck and it probably wouldn't be the last. Neither of them did this for feelings, it was simply to blow off steam after sessions and it kept them both focused without getting frustrated. The team knew and they didn't care as long as it didn't interfere and it never did. Both drivers did their job, then left for a half hour only to come back as professional as they started the day. Sometimes, they'd even schedule to hook up in between weekends, just because they could and the PR would handle the media speculating about the closeness of the two. Their favourite was when the other would do well in a race or when both would DNF. It was good to celebrate, but it was good to angry fuck too. For today, however, Y/n didn't know which side of Max she would get.

She smiled as her last interview finished and she began walking towards her trailer. Y/n looked around slyly, trying to find where her beloved dutchman was and surely she saw him hanging closely by. She smirked and walked quicker to her driver room, lifting her phone to pretend she was answering a phone call to avoid questions from the fans and paparazzi. Shortly after she closed her door, Max barged in. "New record." Y/n joked. "What can I say? I like breaking records." Max said, walking towards her and almost immediately beginning to kiss her lips hungrily. Y/n unzipped her overall and wrapped it around her waist, her lips not leaving his, both their lips fighting for dominance. That was the problem for her. They fought for dominance both on the track and behind closed doors and that was a dynamic that wouldn't work for her.

"Please stay." Max said, unzipping his overall. Y/n's hand ran down his under armour before her hand lifted it and ran over his toned abs. "Will you let me dominate?" She asked, lingering dangerously close to his lips. "In what way?" He asked. He moved his forehead closer and they ended up touching. "You know what way. I want to beat you." He chuckled and let his own hand drop to her hips and pulled her closer. "And why would I let you?" Y/n turned and looked out the one way glass, before she took her hair tied off and let her hair fall. "Well it's more of a 'you scratch my back, I scratch yours' kind of thing." She explained, moving her hair over to one side, knowing Max was right behind her to begin nipping at her neck and he did just that. She grimaced as her teammate's hands glided up under her fireproof shirt and began caressing her breasts. "You know I can't do that. But I can let you dominate and beat me in my apartment." He whispered. Y/n turned again to look back to him. "That's a pity." She began pushing the driver backwards before he fell back onto the sofa.

Max couldn't comprehend what was happening before Y/n hopped on top of him and began grinding. They both felt his erection growing within seconds. They looked down and grinned. "Are you gonna take care of that?" Max asked, biting his lip and sighing as Y/n lowered her hand cupped the clothed area. "Do that thing I like." Max begged. "You're meant to be convincing me to stay and you want me to pleasure you? I may have to go sign with Mercedes now, I'm afraid." She chuckled. "You're acting like that would change what we're doing." Max replied boldly. "It might not, but I'm sure whoever my teammate is would love to do what you're doing. And maybe they'd do it better-" Max hopped up and lifted her over to the counter and slammed her down with such force, she felt shaken. Max spun her around so she was leaning against the counter before he grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back and pushing down. "No one would do you better than I do you." He growled. "Prove it." She replied. Max grinned and undid the lower part of his race suit. "You're not going to be able to walk tomorrow, nevermind drive." He tugged at her race suit, chucking down to her ankles and taking his length out and delving into her. She gasped. He didn't give her a chance to adjust to him this time. She was getting angry Max, and that made her smile. His thrusts were deep and hard, just as she liked. He loved the sounds that fell from her mouth. Strings of curses, followed by his name. Heavenly. He let go of her wrists and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her back towards him. "Look out there, shcat." He demanded. Y/n looked out at the people walking around the paddock. She even spotted some drivers still doing their interviews.

"You're so loud, I wonder if the media pen knows how good I fuck you yet." He whispered into her ear. "Just keep going." She pleaded. His spare hand spanked her, making her moan in bed pain and please. "Look in your mirror, I want to watch you." He watched as her face contorted with each thrust she took. Her moans grew louder and louder before she crumbled and her knees nearly gave out. Her finger nails dug into the wooden countertop as her mouth fell open. Max leaned closer. "I'm not finished yet." She groaned. "I can't. Fuck me, I-"

He pulled out and pulled her up onto the countertop before dropping to his knees and looked up to her. She looked down to him through hooded eyes. "You wouldn't." She huffed. Max boldly kissed her thighs, inching his way closer and closer to her soaked pussy. "Max, don't tease me." She pleaded. "You wanted convincing, you're getting it." His mouth got to work, making her crumble yet again. Her fingers tangled in his dirty blonde strands of hair, her grip tightening with each swipe of his tongue. He grabbed her thighs and threw them over his shoulders. "Max, Max I'm gonna cum again." She whimpered. Max stopped and looked up at her. "New record." He smirked and stood again, her legs still on his shoulders. He stroked his cock, leaving it at her entrance. "Can you just fuck me?! I don't know what the problem is!"

He pushed in and started a quick pace. Y/n's fingers dropped to her clit, rubbing it to match the rhythm of Max. "Who's my good girl?" He asked. Y/n couldn't speak. She could only hum in response. "I can't hear you, schat." He said, edging her on to answer. "Oh my god, me! I am!" He grinned. "Max, can I cum?" She asked. "Wait for me, schat. You're taking it so well for me." She took her legs off his shoulders and sat up, gripping his shoulders now and kissing him again. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and in no time, Max began moaning and his thrusts became sloppy. "Can we cum now, Maxie?" She pouted with a strained voice. That was enough for Max to come undone. Her begging and her using his pet name. "Ugh, fuck- yes!" He replied before they both came undone, holding onto eachother. As they rode through their orgasms, they simply kissed before Max pulled out and the pair went to change and get ready to leave the track. "Look, you've been a good teammate." Max said. "Well, yeah. I don't think any other teammate would suck you off in between sessions." Y/n replied. Max smiled and looked back but she wasn't laughing. She was tying her race boots. "Y/n, besides that. I mean this, you've been one of my better teammates." Y/n watched as Max walked towards the door and he looked back. "Just, consider re-signing?" He said, before closing the door and leaving.

A week later, Max scrolled through his phone when he came across an Instagram post.

Y/L/N RE-SIGNS WITH RED BULL FOR 2024 AND BEYOND

Max grinned and opened his messages

Congratulations on resigning. We should meet up to celebrate ; )

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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Can I request Agatha fucking R with her strap and overstimulating her? Reader misses this phrase in middle of the sex “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Enchanted Gifts ~Mommy!Agatha Harkness xFem Witch!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Reader and Agatha host a Secret Santa, and the Reader gets Agatha a special gift. Agatha can’t wait to put it to use… Anon Response—Hey hey anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this, Agatha could always use more content. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Prompt— Secret Santa/Gift Exchange

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, smut, strap-on use, strap fucking, rough sex, overstimulation, mommy kink, enchanted strap, magic use, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your quaint little cottage that you shared with Agatha was hustling and bustling with many witches tonight. It was your annual Witchy Gift Exchange tonight, and you were hosting this year. It wasn’t a massive group, but it was a substantial group of some of the most talented Magic users.

Your finger foods were disappearing at an extremely fast rate, as everyone chattered away.

You always loved this tradition. Every year, you would all get to together and exchange presents. Who would get who a gift was determined two weeks prior. But the best part was the gifts. It was always so chaotic and funny. Any gift was on the table. Funny, embarrassing, sexy, expensive, cheap, as long as it was a gift.

This year you had drawn Agatha by coincidence. And you had found the perfect gift for her…

Eventually, everyone settled together in the living room and the gift giving began. This usually took a couple hours, and this years gifts were just as on point as usual. You got a herbal remedy from one of your witch girlfriends, a younger witch who was a herbologist as heart. You thanked her and the exchange continued.

Finally, it was Agatha’s turn. You handed her your gift with a slight smirk. Agatha quirked her brows and chuckled as she took the gift from you. She opened the gift and her lips quirked up into a mischievous smile.

“I should have known…” she teased, picking up and showing off a brand new, deep purple strap.

The women all oohd and aahd, but weren’t too phased, and so the game continued. But for the rest of the game, Agatha couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. It was like she was undressing you with her gaze. And she held the strap in her hand the entire time.

When the gift exchange was over and all the guests had left, Agatha wasted no time in colliding her lips into yours. She kissed you passionately and with dominance, pushing and pinning you against her cottage door.

“Agi wait—” you squeaked, as Agatha picked you up and threw you over her shoulder with ease.

She carried you and the strap directly into your shared bedroom. She threw you on the bed, muttering a spell before all your clothes and hers as well repeated. You shivered slightly in the newly exposed cold air. But it didn’t take long for you to forget that, as you watched Agatha strap up and pounce on top of you on the bed.

Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Agatha thrusted inside you with a shit eating grin. You both let out howls of pleasure. This was the biggest you’d ever taken.

“Shit Baby—!!” Agatha screamed, feeling everything in the strap as if it were apart of her body.

“Fuuuuck…! I tried… to tell you Agi—!!” You groaned, “Oh fuck, sss so big, so thick…”

The thickness and length of the strap was making you dizzy. You’d never felt so full. It was stretching you so well.

Agatha looked at you as if she didn’t believe you.

“You enchanted it, and just forgot to tell me…? Oh sure…” she chuckled, before grabbing your hips and thrusting out and back into your hard.

“Holy FUCK AGI—!!!”

Agatha groaned, which then turned into a laugh as she watched you spasm in pleasurable pain. She then began to fuck you fast and with a ruthless pace. The sound of the skin slapping alone made you so close to the edge already.

“Didn’t mean to… tried to tell you…!” You mumbled as she fucked you with no mercy.

But Agatha wasn’t having it. It was more fun to fuck you hard for not telling her anyway. Intentional or not.

You were sure that your skin would bruise from her hands, but your mind had drifted too far to care about that.

The woman then hooked one of your legs above her shoulder, her strap hitting a brand new found spot inside you, making you squirm and scream in pleasure.

“Fuck… Mommy!!!” You howled as she plowed into you.

You gasped and expected Agatha to stop and be surprise by your words, but quite the opposite happened. No, she al stated to fuck you harder and with a wicked smirk.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You squeaked immediately.

Agatha shook her head and chuckled darkly.

“Come on… don’t pretend you don’t want to call me Mommy…” she rasped wickedly, not relenting in her pounding.

You were trembling, as a new wave of intense pleasure coursed through you with Agatha’s words. You shuddered and tried to say something, but all you could do was nod and groan loudly.

“Awwww, poor baby… Is mommy fucking you so good…?” Agatha jeered.

You nodded your head, unable to form words at this point. Your mind completely blanked out.

Agatha chuckled.

“Sweet girl… didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you bought this for me, hmmmm…? I can feel everything, your walls fluttering and so much more… and you feel so good.” she rasped.

~~~

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hi august!! it’s 🍭 anon from your blurboki blog!! i just had the worst shift of my entire life. i had to close my whole store down by myself after working 12 hours at two different jobs while running on two hours of sleep and i was so behind that i was there an hour past my scheduled shift. if you have the time, could you give me headcanons of how skz would comfort a stressed reader coming home from work and breaking down in front of them;( my boys are the only thing keeping my sanity right now. i hope you’ve had a good day today, and your mom is so cute for those minsung texts<33

🧷 SKZ COMFORTING YOU AFTER A STRESSFUL DAY

・ including. ot8

・ warnings crying, nicknames, mental breakdowns, angst

note. rushing to write this as fast i can because you deserve it for being so unbelievably sweet and incredible. you’re doing amazing i hope you know that, and please, even if it’s hard to make time while being so busy, make time to take care of yourself, okay? i recommend watching episodes 33, 52, and 61 of chan’s room, they’re some of my favorite comfort watches <3

CHAN hates when you cry. He hates it so much it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could still perfectly remember how your voice had shook, looking so utterly sad and broken and it made him feel like everything was his fault—that he should’ve done better. Better at protecting you, caring for you, everything. Not like he didn’t before, just better. Urging you to take deep breaths and listen to him as he spoke, he pulled you into his chest, helping calm your frantic heart down. “It’s going to be okay, listen to me baby, you’re okay.” Chan whispered, soul splintering into pieces from your fragile hiccups against his t-shirt, sounding so fragile and pained. Oh what he would give to kiss all your worries away, hug you close to him for eternity—till you never felt this way ever again. He would. He’d stay here all night—no, his entire life—if that’s what it took.

MINHO kicked his feet as he walked back to your place, plastic bag filled with snacks from the convenience store swinging aimlessly beside him. Though suddenly his phone began ringing, face lighting up upon seeing your number. “Jagi~ did you miss m-“..Min.. can you come home faster please? I really need you right now.” Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d never stopped in his tracks so fast, bag long abandoned behind him as he sprinted as fast as he could. Basically slamming into the door with panic before collecting you—who was curled up on the floor—into his arms and hushing your rambles, rocking back and forth as he let you cry, cry and cry until you murmured that your face hurt from the tears and he eased you to fall asleep, giving your lips an open kiss as your head tipped back against his shoulder, finally succumbing to the exhaustion. Minho didn’t need to know what happened, what was wrong. He didn’t care, you could save that for later. Right now, he needed to make sure his love was safe and warm.

CHANGBIN looked up from his phone as the key to the door clicked, awaiting you with upturned lips and happiness-filled crescent moon eyes. That was, before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, choking on the bubbling sob threatening to climb up your throat. It was like slow-motion watching you crumble, and he immediately grabbed your hands and led you to the foot of your shared bed, giving your hands soft squeezes. A silent, ‘I’m here, so don’t be afraid to talk to me.’ Speaking words that didn’t need to be spoken. Changbin was good at that. “I’m just so overwhelmed with work and life and today was beyond shitty. And it’s unbelievably hard sometimes to exist, y’know?” He nods in response, appearing equally upset. Watching you break down is extremely difficult for him, but he knows this is how you recover, how you get through this and he can’t interfere. Without saying anything, the rapper stares at you so lovingly, beckoning you into a long, cozy hug as he pats the top of your head.

HYUNJIN could see the heart-breaking glossiness of your eyes before any words were shared between you two. Simultaneously, he lifted a finger to your lips, brows lifted expectantly. “Shh.. not yet, not yet. Wait, sweetness.” Then proceeds to wrap you into a blanket burrito and turn on disney movies at low volume while you’re pulled into his lap on the couch, all in a matter of thirty seconds. He runs gentle fingers along your cheeks, trailing up to thumb away stray tears dappling your under eyes. So, so delicate, like someone could snap the line of carefulness with a dull butter knife. Hyunjin listens to you attentively, as if you were the only thing existent in the moment. He listens and listens and listens some more, letting you release all the built up anxiety and stress drowning you. Once you finish, he ever-so slightly tips your chin to kiss him, hands cupping either side of your face. “We’re going to get through this together, trust me.”

HAN’s entire expression shifts instantly, brows knitting with concern and eyes growing wide. “Baby?” Head snapping up, he frantically nods, debating on what his first move should be. “Could I.. cry? For a second.” You shakily ask, and to say his heart broke was an understatement. “Baby, you never have to ask. Now c’mere.” He meekly smiles, patting the spot on the couch beside him. Turns out, your boyfriend isn’t as strong as you thought, because a mere ten minutes into your crying and he joins, whining jumbled sentences in between sobs about how he plans to beat up whoever’s responsible until you begin laughing at him and he cries even more because: “I love you so much— stop laughing~” and “I don’t understand why you’re laughing, this is sad!” Not to mention this crying fiasco eventually leads to the both of you fast asleep sprawled on the couch, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere as emotional support. Nonetheless, you could always count on Jisung to be there for you, cry with you, laughing with you, anything. Always.

FELIX throws off his oven mitts upon hearing your bag hit the floor, but what he hadn’t expected at the door were heavy tears steaming down your face, sniffing profusely to replace the air quickly snatched from your lungs with each breath. He falters, assessing the situation at hand. You’re incapable of talking, mind racing too fast too properly react. Although, without fail, Felix ushers you into a chair, pulling his own up to sit in front of you. Big, mystifyingly beautiful brown orbs study your face, kindly making eye-contact in the midst of your blinking. Reassurance, kindness. Felix is undeniably patient, undeniably kind. He disappears, scouring through cabinets to return with a small dessert and an equally small fork. Tediously cutting a small bite, he holds the treat up to you, humming like a proud mother watching her baby eat when you take a bite. One by one, more and more bites. More humming, more light touches brushing away sticky strands of hair plastered onto your face. Quiet. Your apartment is quiet and has been since you returned. No one has said a word, but Felix seems to always find a way to say how much he loves and cares for you.

SEUNGMIN can tell. Even on the most normal of days, he can tell. Like today, when you nonchalantly kissed his cheek like you usually did and retreated into the bedroom, he could tell. A shift in the air. Subtle, but a shift in the air, because when he walked in afterwards, leaning forward where you sat, laptop placed on your desk, he watched you stifle a billowing noise before the wave crashed and you buried your face in your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, Seungmin.” Using his name like that, not Minnie or Min, but Seungmin told him all he needed to know. Wrapping himself around you from behind, he sighed softly. “I know you’re tired, and I know you want to stop but you’re doing good. You’ve been doing good, so please don’t let this bad day ruin better days in the future. ‘M so proud of you.” He mumbles against your neck, leaving chaste kisses there. For Seungmin, your boyfriend that (playfully) picked fun at you to be saying things like this meant a lot. You couldn’t contain the tears after that. “I love you, Minnie.” — “No, ‘love you more.” — “Are you sure?” — “Nope.” — “Hey!”

JEONGIN struggles to make out your shape in the darkness, laying in bed where he’d been waiting for you. Today you returned late, stuttering over every chance of communicating as you clumsily slipped into bed beside him. He immediately raised up, nudging you closer to him to cuddle. “Mm love, what’s going on, tell me.” He asked, tone low from sleep. “I don’t want to talk about it, ‘just want you, Innie.” He cracks a weak smile, burying his face in your collarbone. “Then I’m here, for you.” Jeongin hums, allowing you to mumble your frustrations and thoughts without complaint, trying to reply his best while feeling himself drift off periodically. Eventually, you both fall asleep beside each other, limbs tangled and hair splayed in all directions. In the morning he helps ice your puffy eyes, big hands holding onto your hips gently as your back lean against him, both brushing your teeth. And you decide, with Jeongin, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can hurt, nothing bad will last. He’s safe. You love him.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 52)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (46) & Alexia Putellas x Character (12)

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YFN napped on the flight as she was expecting a long night of celebrations in Spain. She only slept half the flight and used the other half to work. Their preparations and training had been a success, the only negative being a broken camera from a little slip by one of the new staff. She’d called him before she boarded to make sure he was okay and offered to get him seen by a doctor but he’d been more embarrassed than anything. She took her time to make sure she checked on all of the crews from the terminal and had brief phone call debriefs with all of the supervisors.

On the plane, she read through the more in-depth debriefs they’d emailed through as well as the footage from the games. Having an editor in each team meant their content was up much quicker and cleaner. Also they’d sent out the relevant content to the players and teams for their own use.

The thing she’d been most worried about was the interviews, though. She’d spent a lot of time with the staff who’d be conducting the interviews and they’d spoken all things player specificities to who would work well together in an interview. As it was their first round, they picked their players to interview prior to the round, and she watched all of the footage from that – taking notes. Overall she was impressed but being the way she was, she always found a bit of room for improvement. The main thing was that she could see the players had been comfortable and open in front of the camera and with all of the questions asked. From here she was excited to push further and bring the questions a little bit further away from the safe little box they were currently in. She wanted fresh and new. Starting safe was always good, though.

She exchanged a few messages with Joe before her flight about their ‘successful expansion’ though YFN wanted to get a few more good rounds in before she would jump to that same level of excitement.

As they landed, and she turned her phone off of flight mode, she was overwhelmed with messages and videos from a few of her staff and other sources. She watched the video being sent. It was Jordan looking cold and scared as she had a camera shoved into her face asking about her relationship with Leah. She asked to be left alone but they persisted until Leah jumped in and snapped at them, declaring that she was going to only do media through Lumos from then on. She was surprised at that and although she didn’t want to ruin Leah and Jordan’s night, she figured a text would be okay.

YFN: Why am I getting second-hand news that you’re only going to be using Lumos for media from now on? Is everything okay?

Leah: I asked the reporters to not approach Jordan outside of football and they did. Fair punishment for them, I reckon.

YFN: So it’s true?

Leah: Yeah if that’s okay?

YFN: Mate, perfectly fine with me. Everything okay with this little interaction?

She was worried about Jordan, and she knew Leah wanted their night to be perfect.

Leah: Everything’s fine – I sorted them. Jordan’s okay, she has cake.

YFN laughed at that. Oh, Jordan would be loving her cake reward.

YFN: Ah, yes she’s fine then *laughing emoji* I’ll leave you to it. We’ll chat about this later. x

She was waiting for her little suitcase at the bag carousel, somewhere off in her thoughts about work when two strong arms wrapped around her, a warm body pressing against her back and familiar lips finding her cheek in soft kisses.

She hummed happily and leant back into her, tilting her head back.

“Hi Luce,” she hummed at Lucy’s excited cheek kisses.

“Hi little one,” she said between kisses. “Did you sleep?”

“Just an hour. I had work to get done.”

“Mmn, of course you did. There’s a lot of chatter that everything went well…”

She wasn’t surprised Lucy had been keeping up with Lumos and in particular – her.

“Always room for improvements.”

“Take the win, love. How long do I have you for?”

It was just before 10:30pm on Sunday night in Spain. “The first few days this week are the supervisors working with their teams and I’ll be zooming in so… you have me until Wednesday. I fly out Wednesday morning.”

Lucy groaned in relief. “Yes! Three nights and it’s not even my birthday.” Her head found her neck and she let out a big sigh. They were already so sick of not knowing when they’d see each other. YFN was also equally as happy. She stroked Lucy’s hair. “Three nights, two days. Are you training both of those days?”

Lucy groaned from her neck but this time it was a defeated one.

YFN chuckled again. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She turned and kissed her head. “We still have nights. Congrats on El Clasico, Luce. You played really, really well.”

“All ninety-four minutes. I’m dead.”

“Not dead enough for celebrations, I hope.”

“I’m not young like the others… all the celebration I need is with you.”

YFN scoffed. “Don’t be like that, you’re not old.”

“Tell that to the interviewers and the younger players.”

“Luce… you haven’t even lived half of your life. And you’re fitter, more determined and more play-intelligent than every other player. Besides – you’re just a big kid.”

Lucy paused as she took that in. “Thanks, little one. I… I needed to hear that. I just had a tough game, that’s all.”

YFN spun in her arms and looked up at her. “I know… but that’s why we have each other when times are tough. I’ve got you, Bronze.”

Lucy grinned at the use of her last name. “And I’ve got you, YLN.”

Her eyes flicked over her shoulder and she let her go to grab her little suitcase from the carousel. That’s when YFN noticed that there had been a few people staring, obviously having noticed Lucy, though they were giving them their space together. Lucy wheeled her suitcase over and took her hand, interlacing their fingers as they strode through the terminal.

“Luce?”

“Hm?”

“Did you ever get that footage from the airport?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I should have told you, we’ve just both been so busy. I have the footage of her and sent it to the lawyers. There’s…”

She paused and YFN saw her hesitation. “Is it bad?”

“Well, the restraining order was based on stalking and harassment. However they also found footage of her bricking the car from a camera across the road and although you can’t see her clearly, there’s more footage of her walking towards the car from other cameras that match the visual image of her… so that’s good enough evidence to prove it was her. They updated the restraining orders to include aggravated assault. Violating a restraining order that is based on aggravated assault means prison time.”

“Ah.” That’s why she’d hesitated. She knew that YFN would feel guilty that she may go to prison.

“She will go to prison,” Lucy said and as if reading her thoughts, “and it’s not your fault. It’s not my fault. She made this mess.”

“You don’t feel… just a little guilty?”

Lucy shook her head as they walked. “Not at all. If it keeps you safe, then I’m happy. That’s all I care about.”

If YFN withdrew from her empathetic brain far enough, she could see that it was deserved. Well deserved. That didn’t stop her feeling awful about it though.

Lucy squeezed her hand in support as they reached her car, a matte black Cupra. Lucy peeled away towards the boot of the car when the passenger door opened and YFN jumped in fright as Alexia stepped out and both she and Lucy shared a laugh at the unintended jump scare.

“Welcome back to Spain,” she said a little differently after she was done laughing and gave her a typical Spanish greeting of a kiss on either cheek. YFN looked from Alexia to Lucy.

“Um, were you two not supposed to be getting ready?”

“Are you saying we look bad?” Lucy teased. “We actually got a bit carried away talking and Alexia’s been into the wines.”

She looked at Alexia and noticed her flushed cheeks. Ah, that’s why she was speaking differently. She was a little slurred but more uncaring about mistakes when speaking English.

“That… makes sense. Are your cheeks always that red?”

Alexia’s cheeks reddened slightly more and Lucy laughed behind her before they all got back into the car, Alexia sliding into the back.

“Where are the players celebrating?”

“The group chat has been going mental,” Lucy said as she drove, her hand on YFN’s thigh. “They’re at their regular bar in the city but some arrived earlier than others so there’s a mix of drunk and sober messages.”

YFN found amusing the idea of drunk Spanish messages. Surely sober ones were hard enough to translate.

“Do you have something to wear?” Alexia asked in her broken English.

YFN turned to look at her and nodded. “Nothing too fancy but yes. And you?”

“Si.”

“And the excessive wine drinking wouldn’t be about Ridley, would it?”

Alexia was confident about many things, but Ridley was not one of them.

“Maybe.”

“Are you dropping in with us to visit her before the party tonight?”

“I am… not sure. She doesn’t text me back,” Alexia said with a face too neutral – like she was trying to convince herself she wasn’t affected by it when she clearly was. Obviously Lucy had told her about her birthday also.

YFN felt sympathetic. She knew what it was like to be ghosted and barely responded to – though never with Ridley. Ridley was always quick to answer her messages.

“Why she does that?” Alexia asked, a little frustrated. YFN knew she wouldn’t be asking if she weren’t a little tipsy.

“She doesn’t like feeling weak. You make her feel weak.”

She saw the Spaniard’s pupils dilate.

“How you know?”

“Because I’ve known her a long time. And because I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t think-”

Alexia was cut off by YFN’s phone ringing. She looked at the number and rolled her eyes before showing Alexia. She went quiet as YFN answered on speaker. Immediately it was loud in between people talking and yelling and music playing.

“Hey Riddles, you’re on speaker.”

“Heeey baby Blue, I saw you landed and figured you’d be driving by now. Coming by for a birthday cuddle?”

Lucy scoffed, a little jealous, though she knew Ridley well enough that it was more amusement. YFN also wasn’t surprised that Ridley had been using a plane tracker for her flight.

“Yeah of course, we were just going to get dressed and come over.”

“I’m a little bored, Bronze how about you swing by and grab me on the way through? I’ll spend a few hours with YFN before… get the fuck off me you mung bean… before I head back to my party.”

It wasn’t unlike Ridley to skip from place to place, party to party. She was a bit of a drunk wanderer. Before they had a chance to speak, Ridley got involved in a little, amusing argument that they all enjoyed listening to. It sounded like Ridley was scaring a guy away from a girl.

“I’m surprised you’re not chopped up in someone’s freezer by now, Gabby. Your taste in men is awful. Come over to the dark side, we have great clothes and better sex.”

YFN bit her lip and saw Alexia pale. There was some shuffling amongst the loud background noise and Ridley spoke again.

“Fuck, not with me, baby. I’m not your type, trust me.”

YFN had heard that many times before and loved that Ridley always said it that way around rather than ‘you’re not my type’. It was more polite. Her way of refusing someone. YFN could picture the girl must have been someone who became emotionally attached quite easily, otherwise she knew Ridley wouldn’t have turned her away.

More shuffling and then, “Okay I’m back. So?”

YFN looked to Lucy who shrugged and Alexia who looked a little unsure however agreed.

“We’re on our way, Riddles, we’ll be there in twenty.”

“Okay just look for the hot one.”

YFN rolled her eyes and groaned but before she could reply, Ridley had hung up.

They heard Javier’s before they saw it. Even the car park was jammed when they’d arrived.

“No parking,” Lucy murmured as they approached one of the people in a hi-vis vest who were directing the cars in and out of the car park amongst the numerous drunk bodies around.

“Just stop at him,” YFN said.

Lucy stopped and rolled her window down so YFN could unclip her seatbelt and stretch over Lucy to lean against her door. Lucy tickled her tummy that was showing a little and then rested a hand against the back of her thigh, obviously enjoying the view.

“Hi! Do you speak English?”

“A little. Car park is full.” He looked a little grumpy which was normal given how overwhelming his job seemed to be that night.

“We’re here to pick up Ridley.”

“Ridley?!” His face lit up. “Birthday girl?”

“Si, we’ll bring her back soon, I promise,” she couldn’t help but laugh at the excited look on his face.

“Drive over here, I move cones for you.”

“Gracias!”

YFN moved back into her seat and Lucy followed his direction as he stopped the cars.

“How did you know that would work?” Lucy asked.

“Ridley knows everyone. She takes her time to meet all of the workers wherever she goes, and besides, I know she’s a regular celebrity at Javier’s.”

Lucy was impressed. “That’s the first time someone hasn’t had to use Alexia or I to get in somewhere.”

They parked up almost directly out the front and promised to be back soon. He didn’t seem to care if they took all night, he only cared that they knew Ridley.

Lucy led the way inside and they were excitedly yelled at as they passed through the crowds of drunk people throughout the beer gardens outside. YFN had spotted her as soon as they stepped into the building. Although there were more than hundreds of people, most of which were dressed up and incredibly good-looking, Ridley was always the main focal point in a room. Alexia had spotted her immediately also, though Lucy was a bit delayed. “It’s going to be hard to fi-” She cut herself off as she too spotted Ridley on stage. She was wearing a suit with no shirt, her suit jacket covering only some of her body as her abs were on show. She had a few scars and tattoos, though she never cared who saw them. Her bra was black, like her suit, and obviously someone had put a cap on her backwards as she entertained the crowd with a song.

Oh, to be Ridley. It was never something YFN wanted, however she always did wonder how it must have felt to be so popular, so talented, so present, so… Ridley.

The song finished and the DJ started yelling something exciting in Spanish, YFN only recognising the words “La Reina” and “Lucy Bronze”. Alexia gave a polite Captain’s wave while Lucy’s was a bit more exaggerated. She loved the attention. YFN tried to step aside to give her more space but she kept her arm tightly around her body, holding her close and smiling down at her with an expression that said, ‘We’re in this together.’ Ridley grinned at them from afar as she took the cap off and tossed it into the crowd before taking the microphone. She started speaking in her perfect Spanish and there were upset groans from the crowds that ended in yells of approval. For the English speakers, she repeated it in English.

“My party have arrived to pick me up, unfortunately,” she said with fake sadness, the crowd a little upset. “But I will be back soon!” Cheers. “And I’ll be very disappointed if you aren’t all drinking and laughing and fucking while I’m gone!” Louder cheers. “Respect the workers and I’ll return in a few hours, my friends!”

Ridley’s ability to dominate an entire crowd was rare, unique almost. A lot of them weren’t her friends, but she always wanted to make everybody feel good and share the love and excitement at the possibility of knowing her.

Ridley worked her way through the crowd, and when she reached them she took YFN in a massive bear hug, lifting her up and twirling her around like they were kids. Yep, drunk. Though, to be fair, she also did it sober.

“My baby Blue!” She delighted as she spun her around. YFN laughed as she did so.

“Happy birthday Riddles.”

“Thanks, baby,” she gave her a wink and a kiss on the cheek as she put her down. She shared a hand clap and Spanish kisses on the cheeks with Lucy and then turned to Alexia, looking her up and down unashamedly. That was one way to tell that Ridley was drunk, though also she did do that sober too. She stepped forward and gave her a Spanish hello, her hands finding Alexia’s waist and her own finding her biceps. YFN heard her murmur something in Spanish but only understood ‘la Reina’.

Alexia did a great job of holding herself together as she replied. Usually humans tended to melt or malfunction at that level of Ridley’s attention.

Ridley held her gaze a little longer before she led them outside.

“You’re looking good, baby.” Ridley drawled as she slung an arm over YFN’s shoulder, dragging her into her half-naked side as they walked with another kiss to the temple.

YFN chuckled as she put an arm around her waist.

“Don’t lie – I came straight from work and a flight.” And prior to that, sex with Lucy in the airport bathroom…

“I don’t lie, you know that.” She gave a wicked grin that flashed across her eyes.

Ridley had that annoying ability to look and sound passably sober even when she’d consumed enough alcohol to knock out a small elephant.

YFN laced her fingers with Ridley’s half braced hand dangling from her shoulder.

“How’s the hand?”

“Oh, you know, ruining my sex life.”

YFN saw Alexia frown and then nod to herself, as if she’d just confirmed that Ridley was in fact still very much sexually active with people. To be fair to Ridley though, she and Alexia were very far from together. In fact, they’d barely spoken since the broken hand incident and prior to that, before their apology dinner in Valencia.

They reached the car and Ridley slid into the back with Alexia while YFN took the front. The ride was much less awkward than their drive to Valencia; Ridley drunk enough to chat about all sorts.

“Oh, I have a joke for you, Riddles. You’ll love this one.”

“Shoot, Blue.”

“What’s 6.9?”

She tilted her head as she thought. She usually liked to try and figure out the answer. “Nope, nothing but tequila – tell me.”

“A good thing ruined by a period.”

That managed to crack the entire car into hysterical laughter. Lucy was laughing, almost unbelieving that she’d said it; Alexia was chuckling to herself in the corner and Ridley had a good laugh too.

“You’re right, I loved it. Though, a good partner likes their woman at any time of the month…”

“Alright! Alright calm it down.”

Ridley sighed as their laughing died down and turned her attention to the driver. “You’re my friend, Bronze, but I need to say this out loud so you know… if you ever hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

YFN squeezed Lucy’s hand as she assessed her in the rear-view and although she was smiling, Lucy could see just how serious she was. “You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid. I’m not going anywhere.”

A pause as they shared a stare a little longer. “Good.”

The rest of the ride were in pairs with Lucy and YFN talking; Alexia and Ridley murmuring in Spanish in the back. It sounded calm and important so YFN made sure they gave them their space.

They arrived and Lucy carried YFN’s bag up into her apartment while she carried her backpack, the other pair still in a discussion off in their own little Alexia and Ridley world. When they got inside, Narla was excited to see company.

“Narla! Hi, girl. Come here.” YFN picked her up and gave her all of the attention she demanded. “You’re so cute aren’t you? Have you been lonely at home without anyone?”

She introduced Ridley to Narla and Alexia had a pat also, though noticed it was a slightly melancholy one. She’d lost her own Nala, a little Pomeranian, not long ago.

YFN jumped in the shower the first chance she got washed away the stress of the day. She groaned at how good it was. As she stepped out, Lucy was there with a towel to wrap her up like a burrito.

“Your suitcase is unpacked,” she said with a kiss on the forehead.

YFN looked over at her face care and toothbrush laid out near the sink and smiled. “Excited to keep me around, Bronze?”

“Something like that… ” she murmured as her lips found her own. Lucy tasted like she’d just had a sip of wine.

“Already drinking?”

“Just a sip to take the edge off. They’re intense…”

YFN laughed. “Pretty sure we’re the same.”

“Well now I know how everybody else feels around us.”

“Do you really care though?” She asked like she already knew the answer.

“Nope.” Came the response as she kissed her again, this time her tongue finding YFN’s as they eagerly leaned into each other.

YFN was the first one to groan and break the kiss. “I’m starving, Luce.”

“I have food.”

“I was thinking I’d run out for a quick pizza? I think Narla would like a walk.”

“Good idea – there’s a nice little restaurant a few blocks up. I’ll get my shoes.”

“No, Luce, you need to stay.”

Lucy frowned.

“They’re okay talking when someone else is nearby but when they’re alone there’s a lot more pressure. They need someone to be here… and I don’t trust you to behave and not distract me with sex in a park or something.”

“But I want to come.” Lucy groaned, saying the last word in such a way that it sounded like a different sort of come so she knew she was right. She leaned forward and bit her lip, tugging it. “I can be well behaved.”

“I don’t like you well behaved…” she whispered.

Lucy’s eyes twinkled. “I know.”

YFN cleared her throat, reminding herself that if she started anything with Lucy right now, they wouldn’t be making it into town. “Can you call and order the pizzas please? I’ll be quick and then we’ll eat and get dressed and go.” She paused. “And then we’ll come home and come.”

She said the word just as hard as Lucy had which elicited a needy pout from Lucy with her darkening eyes.

Oh, they’d be coming.

“Fuck yes, I’m starving,” Ridley moaned almost sexually.

Alexia’s eyes widened at that. “You have not eat?”

“Nothing all day,” she said as she smacked her stomach. “All tequila here.”

“Catch.” Lucy threw a packet of cheese rings at her which she tore into.

“Want some company, Blue?” Ridley asked.

“No thanks, I want to talk advice though.”

“Advice?” She sucked a cheese ring from her finger. “You’ve come to the right place.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed her, dragging her out of Alexia’s earshot while she spoke to Lucy. “Advice for you, not from you.”

She munched on her cheese rings, waiting.

“Open up to her… she’s right here. She’s waiting.”

Ridley sighed. “So that’s your scheme, Blue? You go out so Alexia and I can talk while Lucy stays here and hiding as an intermediary if she’s needed?”

YFN was always impressed by how quickly Ridley managed to decode situations, even ones involving herself.

“Maybe…”

“Blue-”

“You like her.”

“No-”

“Tell that to your face.”

She smirked and put down the packet on cheese rings, sucking her fingers clean. “I was going to say ‘no shit’. But you know I can’t. I… she deserves better than me. I can’t give her what she needs.”

“You haven’t even asked. We’ve been through this, and you’ve been through this with her in Valencia. You’re scared to let her in because it’ll make you feel unsafe.”

“Exactly.”

“News flash. Unsafe is where the real world is. Not these parties and random fucks of yours. In here.” She put a hand over her heart softly and looked up at her.

“I…” she bowed her head. “I don’t feel loveable. I have this unlovable coldness to me.”

“Then what’s this?” She asked, gesturing between them. “This is love. Now imagine this, even more deeply but a different sort of depth. One where you want to work for a future together, want to wake up next to each other and do anything to see the other laugh and be happy.”

“I want you to laugh and be happy.”

“Weak argument, Riddles.” She cupped her cheek with her hand, her thumb touching that scar and reminding her of her dad and how Ridley had been there to protect them.

“Can’t we just be friends?”

“It’s too late for that.”

“We haven’t had sex… I mean not really.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s too late for that because you two are already more than that.” She sighed and caught eyes with Alexia over her shoulder who looked curious and quickly turned her attention back to her conversation with Lucy. “You look at each other a little too long to be friends.”

“Now I understand why people become villains.” Ridley murmured, almost defeated. She rarely ever accepted defeat. “Have I ever told you how smart you are?”

“Not nearly enough.”

“What if I screw it up? I’m teetering on the edge here. Half of me wants to worship the ground she walks on and half of me wants to give her the best sex she’s ever had in her life. Again. And again. And again.”

Her thumb stroked her cheek and Ridley took her wrist and held it there. She was the only human she allowed physical touch like that from, and so she wasn’t used to the feeling and closed her eyes.

“You always do what’s right, Riddles.” She lowered her hand and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around her. “It’s why I love you.”

“I love you too.” She admitted huskily. There was a happy, warm pause during their hug until Ridley spoke again. “Margarita, extra basil please.”

YFN scoffed and pulled away, slapping her arm. Happy moment over.

“Come on Narla! Come here little girl.”

Narla trotted over, already in her pink harness and Lucy gave her the lead which she clipped up.

“Here’s the address, and I’ve called them already. Just two pizzas. Call me if you need help.”

“I think I’ll be fine getting pizzas, Luce.”

She gave her a lingering kiss on the lips on the way out the door.

She and Narla wandered down the footpath, enjoying their light exercise and looking around. She was a stubborn little dog, typical for a Westie and even more typical of Lucy’s dog. They had a light jog to warm themselves up in the cold weather and it was crazy to YFN just how busy the streets were. It was a Sunday night and getting close to midnight, though all of the restaurants they saw were still open and mostly packed. She reached the restaurant and was happy to see they served through the window. They only spoke Spanish so there was a slightly awkward exchange as she blushed and said, “For Lucy?”

“Ah… Lucia! Lucia Roberta!” The lady smiled and patted her cheek. “YFN?”

YFN nodded. Lucy must have told her about her.

The older lady smiled and said something else to her in Spanish as she paid in the cash Lucy had given her, putting the remainder in her tip jar. Although there was a language barrier, they understood the body language. It was a happy exchange and as she and Narla wandered off with the pizzas, she knew she’d be asking Lucy to bring her back and translate.

They were half-way home when YFN felt a bit strange, as if something were off. She looked around and noticed a man behind her who she’d seen outside of the restaurant. Was he following her? She paused and looked at him and he froze on the spot, their eyes locking. Suddenly he was running and YFN dropped the pizzas, picking up Narla and running. He was much quicker though and grabbed her, dragging her into the alleyway. He shoved her and she stumbled forwards, dropping Narla but the Westie was okay. YFN picked her up again and ran up the alleyway, grabbing her phone and calling Lucy.

Lucy picked up immediately. “Hi, little one!”

“Lucy!” She cried out in fear. “Luce please help-”

She dropped her phone and heard it break on the bitumen as the man caught her and tackled her to the ground, YFN managing to keep Narla safe in her arms as she bore the brunt of the impact with her knees and arms. Before she had a chance to get up, a foot connected hard with her ribs and she heard a crunch and felt a sharp pain that tore a scream from her. Narla was scared and started barking up at the man. He wasn’t the one who’d kicked her though. She looked up and locked eyes with Kristie just before her foot hit her again in the ribs. She screamed again at the blinding pain and her back hit the wall as the force of the kick had launched her into it. The man grabbed Narla’s lead and wrenched her towards him.

“No!” She yelled and tugged on the end of the lead she was still holding, unclipping Narla when she was close enough and shielding her body over the little white Westie.

“We need the dog!” Kristie yelled at him.

“Give us the fucking dog!” He snarled, trying to reach under her to no avail. She couldn’t fight back; she was too small. She had also found out that she wasn’t quick enough to run. And Lucy had no idea where she was. She felt the tears running down her face as the pain from her ribs stabbed her with each scared breath.

The man became frustrated quickly and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up just high enough to be able to connect his fist to her face. Her head snapped sideways and she felt a resounding pain in her jaw, her lip splitting. She tasted blood. She didn’t get much reprieve before Kristie’s foot connected somewhere else on her body.

“I’m not going to prison because of you. Give me Narla!”

Did she think she could blackmail Lucy with Narla to avoid prison? Another blow to the side of her head. Another to her arm. The guy grabbed her and tried to drag her, her knees and elbows scraping across the bitumen but she stayed strong, holding her body over the scared little dog who was now shivering and scaredly yapping beneath her.

“Give us the fucking dog!”

And then another blow.

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