#&team smut drabbles

[ejudollz]

warnings: sub yuma, ex bf yuma, perv yuma, bunny can't put down scent related hcs, uhhh that's it i think

thinking about pervy ex bf yuma who would keep fucking things that you gave him. in the relationship he was such a fun sub for you, always so versatile, always so needy and pretty. you'd crochet him things or you'd buy him cute things and gift them to him and he was always so so sweet about it. you'd get him a plushie that reminded you of him, he'd keep it close all the time. since the break up though he looks at it in a much different way. he misses you so much, more than he can handle. he'd start finding little outlets to feel connected to you again. he'd remember the plushie you crocheted him when he was sick one time.. you sprayed your perfume all over it and sent it to him because you couldn't be with him at the time. the scent was still there.. he'd sniff it while he ran his hands all over his body.. he'd let your scent fill his senses, his cock twitching at the memories of your chest being so close to his face. he'd remember the way your perfume would fill his nose while you rode him or while you rested his face on your shoulder or chest while you cruelly edged him. he'd miss you too much.. the scent would start to fade over time and he'd feel like he's going insane. he'd consider buying a full size bottle of your perfume because he's convinced he'll never be able to get over this, over you even. it's almost like he can only touch himself to the thought of you, can only get hard from your scent. when the scent starts to go away he'd get so so desperate :(( he'd have to switch it up so he'd start physically using the plushie to get off. he'd put it between his legs and he'd start humping it, grinding down on the softness of the plushie. he'd feel so filthy but he doesn't care. he'd hold his shirt up, fingers playing with his nipples as he moves his hips feverishly. gosh it wouldn't take long for him to get like this either. he's without your presence, without his dom, without the only person who could put him in his place like you did. he's blessed that you haven't asked for the plushie back because honestly he wouldn't know what to say.. part of him would be hesitant due to how many times he's fucked it.. another part of him would want it in your possession for that exact reason.. filthy filthy yuma :((

[floriwoo]

hiii thinking about &team and maybe a headcanon of them being subs pleaseee 🙏🙏🙏

now accepting more &team asks on @yumaluvr !!

hehehe rubbing my hands together like a fly rn. i’m only gonna do a few of the members that i have the yummiest headcanons for

18+ below the cut

yuma is the first one i thought of bc this man will be the death of me.

he’s the brattiest sub EVER i just know this in my heart. will constantly be testing your boundaries bc he thinks you’re so hot when you’re annoyed.

if you tell him he can’t touch himself while you’re gone, he’s sending you videos of himself stroking his dick. the more angry texts you send him, the closer he gets to cumming. of course he sends a video when he finishes, and his sounds are so pretty. the way his desperate whimpers get caught in his throat as he releases, turning into rapid gasps.

i also think he’s into biting and being bitten. you sucking and nibbling on his nipples as you make him thrust up in your hand. leaving bruises all over his pretty chest. or when he gets too loud, you give him your fingers to bite down on.

i’m currently obsessed with sub taki too. i just think he’s so so sensitive. teasing him by touching him over his pants, him grabbing your wrist to bring your hand past his waistband, but you just pull away. pressing your finger along his clothed shaft, telling him that he’ll take whatever you give to him without complaining. then making him cum in his pants and taking a picture of the stain left behind to embarrass him.

sub jo 😞😞😞

handling him so gently, like he’s a porcelain doll. holding him, his back to your chest, running your hands along the inside of his thighs and whispering praises into his ear. telling him how you’ll take care of him and kissing along his shoulder. as your hands get closer to his dick, you’d be able to feel the goosebumps appearing on his skin and how he shudders against you.

i almost don’t want to go into too much detail so i can write something longer for jo….. perhaps…. (lowkey i want to write something longer for all of them)

[kathaelipwse]

Masterlist

✩ Stuck With You.

Pairing: CEO!J.Yunho x Secretary!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine

Warnings: Smau, Fluff

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ SYNOPSIS: A grumpy x sunshine slow-burn romance filled with tension, banter, and unexpected warmth—because sometimes, getting lost is the only way to find what truly matters.

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Chapter 1 (posted)

Chapter 2 (posted)

Chapter 3 (posted)

Chapter 4 (posted)

Chapter 5 (posted)

Chapter 6 (posted)

Chapter 7 (posted)

Chapter 8 (posted)

Chapter 9 (posted)

Chapter 10 (posted)

Chapter 11 (posted)

Chapter 12 (posted)

[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny! can i please have cream puffs with a side of tonic water served by max verstappen

thank you love you <33

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of options to choose from! thank you so, so much for all i've received! as for the anon, i hope that you love this! i love the combination of prompts. this is technically a team principal!max au, but not the main one i'm currently writing. this is just a fun little side!

cream puffs ("let me finish inside.") + tonic water (age gap) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, team principal!max, team principal au, driver!reader, breeding/pregnancy, pool sex, age gap (20s/40s), unprotected sex, incorrect info about sex (!!)

maybe it was wrong for max verstappen to ogle at his new driver. maybe it wasn't the brightest ides to let her prance around the pool like an excited puppy. people would talk. it didn't help that you were wearing the loosest definition of a bikini, he swore that he saw of your nipples peek out of the top.

you were splashing and laughing the pool, kicking around and having the time of your life. all while max was trying to focus on an email he was writing. but that was hard, about as hard as his cock that strained in his swim trunks.

max prided himself on focus, and integrity. he was a strong drive of a good character. but with you all judgement was clouded.

"c'mon, mister verstappen. let's play mermaids." you said with excitement in your tone. max knew that closest pool you had growing up was the public one in your neighourhood. so to have one all to yourself for the afternoon left like a luxury. even with the large contract you had with verstappen racing, the smallest things excited you.

max assumed at this point in his career that he was used to luxury. he had enough money to start a racing team after years of racing. but, to you, this was all new and exciting. it made max want to spoil you.

max looked up from his phone, "i'm a little busy."

you sighed, you were up against the edge of the pool. he could picture your pretty breasts pressed against the tiles. you said, "it's off season, sir. stop being an over-worker an let's have some fun! all you do is work, work, work!"

"and what is your idea of fun?" he asked.

you looked adorable as you responded with, "mermaids!"

max couldn't argue with that. so his phone was soon left on the table before he took off his t-shirt and ended up in the pool with you in just his swim trunks. your swam over and wrapped your arms around him.

"see, isn't this fun?" you asked as you held him. max believed you were a temptress in disguise. a devil dressed like an angel.

he was in the water for you as you held onto him tightly. you were alluring in the most perfect way possible. he leaned in to kiss you with his hands on your hips. team principals didn't kiss their drivers, but with the high walls around the house. it was your little secret.

you giggled against the kiss, "sir!"

"you're teasing me, angel." he replied as he kissed you more. they got a little more heated as his grip on you tightened. you squirmed a little, but he held tightly onto you. he had kissed you before, usually in private. on the track he usually got his fix where he could.

"i just wanted to play in the water, sir." you pouted. you were a horrible actress, this was the least convincing performance you had done so far.

"i think you wanted more." he replied. he was hard in his trunks as he worked to get your bottoms off to give him easy access to your slick core. you whined and he beamed at you. he knew you so well.

he learned very early on how to read your expressions, your poker face was horrible. you wore everything on your face and on your sleeve. he knew you very well, more than he knew your teammate and other driver.

"mister verstappen." you moaned as he held you in the water.

he got his trunks off and rubbed his cock up against your pussy. it excited him. being in the warm water didn't help either. he said, "let me finish inside."

"but!"

he replied, "you can't get pregnant in a pool." and as a response you wrapped your legs around his waist and with a few tries he sank his cock inside of you. his size was impressive and it made you warm all over.

it felt like a slice of heaven. it felt like home, and it made you moan loudly.

you believed him, so you let him take you bare in the pool at his over priced house in monaco. your hands were in his short hair as he fucked up into you. even at close to double your age, he fucked like a young man. you yanked on his near blond hair and he groaned. just as he knew your body, you knew his. you knew that the famed max verstappen liked to have his hair pulled.

you moaned against one another, the kisses were hot and the noises got louder. you whimpered while he moaned against you. he loved the feeling, the intensity of your fucking. the thought of playing in the water was long forgotten as he moved against you. rutted up into you in a way that made you feel good all over. his face was against your breasts and he could feel your hard nipples through our bikini top.

your back arched with a heated want for the man inside of you. you yanked on his hair a little more as he bit your left nipple through the swimsuit which made your toes curled. he managed to mark you a your breasts a little in the areas that weren't covered by the bikini top. his groaned made you feel hotter.

"please, sir."

you felt amazing. you made a primal part of his brain sing with the idea of having you with him for a lifetime. he yearned for you, he wanted you in ways that only a lover could. to keep you as his. he was close to double your age, but he was deeply in love with you. a marvel on the track and in his arms. anyway he's have you. he's take it, even if it was unprotected sex in his pool.

you held onto him as you rolled your hips. you moaned louder and felt the pleasure course through you. down to your very core. your hadn't met a man like max before and you would never after. you panted heavily and max drank in the feeling. to have you like this, this was what heaven was.

"mister-"

"sh, sh, just call me max. just max, my angel." he said through a tense jaw as he picked up the pace. he wasn't going to last much longer. it wasn't long before you felt the grip of pleasure through you. the heightened feeling of his cock up inside of you. you came with a sharp moan that made max tense up. you always sounded so pretty on the edge of climax.

"please mister! miste-max!" you whined through orgasm and max kept his pace inside of you. your tightness around him almost made him choke on air. it all felt amazing.

"i got you, i got you." he promised. he'd always have you. you were his daring racer, the marvel of his team. his winner. with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you. fucking you without protection felt amazing.

he hoped he'd get the chance to finish inside of you again. he shuddered at the notion, your pretty pussy caked in his cum. he stopped his movements and held you in his arms.

you softly kissed him as he held you for a moment. when you pulled away, you cupped his face and asked, "i guess we're not playing in the pool today?"

-

"adrian!" you chirped as you quickly got into the pool with your son, "you have to wait for me, you know mama can't move as fast as you right now." it was a little harder keeping up with a four year old in floaties while you were six months pregnant.

the little boy was a least smart enough to stay in the shallow end of the pool. max was barely outside when you were in the pool with adrian. he settled your things down while you splashed in the pool with the young boy.

max watched, keeping a keen eye on the both of you. he didn't want his little family getting into too much trouble in the pool. you were no longer his star driver, but you did upgrade to 'wife status'. you recently had gotten a job with formula two which made max happy. it was good to see his former superstar and current wife in demand in the racing field. even if you weren't a driver. your skills weren't being put to waste because you got pregnant a lot sooner than expected.

as you and adrian played in the water, you smiled at your husband. he waved to you and your smile grew. you remarked, "c'mon, honey, we're going to play mermaids." <3

[skyrigel]

Half my soul

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x twin!fem!Reader

Benjicot blackwood masterlist

“ You are betrothed to Cregan Stark, but your twin brother isn't happy about it, sulking and being rude — you finally confront him.” [ wc: 1.1k ]

.⁠｡✧Jealous and possesive behaviour, fluff, talks of eloping, angst, hand fiddling, soul mate talks, incest ( no sex but there's lot of obsessing and justification like ‘ we shared a womb dumbie, you belong with me’ jokes ) .⁠｡✧Please be kind to yourself xoxo !!! credits to @strangergraphics-archive for text dividor

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“ Aemond...Ae—” You ran with your dress dangling around your feet, rushing ahead with your footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

“ What ? ” Aemond snapped back, his hair whip lashing as he turned back to you, his mouth perched close to disadain.

“ You— why are you like this ? ” You narrowed your gaze at him, he leaned back, straightening up to his full length.

“ Like what ? ” He asked, tapping his feet on the floor, you could have punched him for his nonchalance.

“ Like mean.” You supplied, “ I can't help but notice it, you aren't like..like this Aem, this—” you vaguely gestured the whole of him, “ I don't like this.”

Aemond stopped his tapping, eyeing you, no he was devouring you with the way his intensity deepened, before he cleared his throat.

“ You're mistaken, sister.”

You scoffed on that, crossing your arms against your chest.

“ Are we done ? Because I have things to do.”

“ No.” You said simply.

“ No ? ” He huffed, mouth tightening in a scowl, arching back his brows.

“ Come with me, to my chambers.” you offered, before he could refuse, you held his hand and dragged him face first.

“ I have some—” He was walking behind you, making whiny faces that you no longer had to see to know, you could feel him, he was your brother, your blood, half your soul.

“ No, you are just going to sulk in a corner or indulge in some not so fancy buisness.”

“ you mean the silk street ? ” He suggested and you merely bristled at the mention, it was common amongst men, especially men of court and it shouldn't bother you if your brother is spending time with some whore in exchange for gold. But he's your brother, he belongs to you first and no else.

You shared a womb for seven heaven's sake he was yours first, out of all, his time and company was yours to enjoy. It was your right, always have been.

“ You never learnt how to talk to a lady.”

You turned back to him, as both of you entered your bed chambers.

You settled on the couch with a little ‘oomp’ as he watched you, these days he either watched you or sulked at you and sometimes both.

“ Ofcourse...” He bristled, sitting across from you, “ You already like that stark.”

“ Cregan Stark.” You raised a brow.

Aemond looked away with an eye roll, fiddling with his rings, his slender pretty fingers, you frowned but he took no notice of your concern, sighing you took his hand in yours, calming his nerves down.

“ You don't like him ? ” You meant it as a question but Aemond already looked like he had made a point. He had stopped fiddling, letting you take half his misery—half his pain.

“ I don't need to.” He said, what he felt like a very neutral tone but reeked of malice, “ You are betrothed to him, you like him ! ” He raised his voice in accusation, you couldn't bear that, no, Cregan Stark was an amazing man, a true lord but he's no-one when it came to your brother, your Aemond.

“ But you're my brother, your opinion matters to me.” You leaned, bringing his hand to your lap, fingers entwinng like they were made for each other, because they were —moulded by the old gods and new, ofcourse they would be, He's your blood, your brother, your soulmate.

Something flickered in his eye, the one not covered in his patch, something so close as hope, blazing like fire that ran in his blood.

“If I don't like him then you won't marry him ? ”

You could have laughed, could have hung your head and shaked him because no, ofcourse there was no way out of this marriage, it was your duty towards your family but Aemond was your first family, and if something could make him happy then so be it.

“ I don't think mother will let me see the sun if I denied.” You said, because it was true, He almost winced, “ But I could elope away.”

“ Alone ? ” He asked, now getting cosy as he rested his head on your shoulder, letting his hair prick you on your arm where you cradled his wrist, making small cosmic stars.

“ No Idiot, I was thinking of taking vhagar and you.”

“ Oh.” He said, so sweet that your heart melted, this was your Aemond and not the one who scowled and turned away from you, but this, sweet boy who's your brother, who loves you the most.

“ How far we could go ? ” You asked him, tilting your head to his side, your nose taking his scent.

“ To the world's end.” He said in your shoulder, his voices rippling like waves inside you. You chuckled softly, kissing his forehead.

“ I missed this.” you told him, “ I missed us.”

Aemond pulled back, worrying his jaw but saying nothing, he withdrew his hand to undone the patch on his eye, his blue eye shining at you. You smiled at him.

“ I don't know what I would when you will be gone.” His mouth moved, his lips soft as petals, how many nights you had kissed him goodnight until he stopped coming. Aemond was very soft like his throat would collapse were he any loud.

But you would know him anywhere, just the way his mouth moved or the way he took his breath, you would know him.

“ North isn't so far, is it ? ”

“ It is.” Aemond shaked his head, softening because how could he not, “come here.”

He cupped your face, pulling you closer till your forehead rested against his. You closed your eyes just like him, letting your souls connect in their mist

“ You can come and meet me, we can go around riding vhagar, they say north is beautiful.”

“Just snow.” He hummed, his breath on your cheek, warm and slick.

“I love you.” you whispered, opening your eyes and he was already looking at you, breath drawn in.

“I love you more.” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzled in your face for some moments, making the moment stop.

“It's going to be okay.” you smiled, smearing your thumb across his cheek and he pulled you until you were on his lap.

“It will be.” He sniffed in your sweet hair, wrapping his arms around your whole body like he wouldn't let you go and he wouldn't.

You were half his soul, there was no one else you could belong but him, all his, only his.

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[norrissm]

♡ 2 AM GARAGE SESSIONS — LH44

Lewis Hamilton x reader / est. relationship / library

Syn. After a tough race, Lewis finds himself in the garage in the middle of the night — and so do you. [F]

The garage was laden with a heavy silence, occasional clang of metals and rough sighs piercing the vibe. The mood bleakly failing to uplift Lewis who found himself hunched over his car, left tinkering; sleep refusing to lull him asleep. The Afro beats reverberating across the room from the speaker which sat lonesome in the corner, Lewis occasionally shook his head along.

It was Lewis Hamilton — a 7 time world champion — who found himself cooped up in his garage at an odd hour in the morning of the next day to Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He scoffed airily. Pathetic.

I woke up stirring, acutely feeling the lack if warmth around me. Checking the bed I found myself alone, Lewis’ side left with crumpled sheets and an alarm — 2 am — it read. Perched on my elbows, I knew what was up.

A few light footsteps later I stood at the garage door. A shadow of the small light inside glimmered from underneath the door, confirming a presence beyond. Lewis’ sighs and the soft music created an atmosphere which spoke volumes compared to Lewis’ silence since the Grand Prix.

I knocked on the door before pushing it open. Lewis was sat on the floor, tinkering away with the tire thinking whatever that he was. He knew I was here, just too tired to explain himself or comfortable enough for me to read the room.

Covering the few steps to reach him, I perched myself next to him. Lips coming to kiss his bare shoulders. Tattoos breathing along his arm with every movement. I felt Lewis shudder under my touch.

“People are proud of you, Lew,” I said. “I am proud of you.”

Lewis continued his movement, digesting my words. A deep sigh was all he could muster up. “That’s one way to put it.”

It was known in the silence of the legacy he left behind with the end of this season. Mercedes, the fans, the championships, the car — all of it. He had become one with the team and he saw himself be the remnants of it with the last race. The past had held a security which the future showed blurringly.

“I mean it though.” I emphasised with conviction. Lightly tracing his arms. Lewis finally glances at me, the exhaustion in his eyes softened by something else — something that always lingers when it’s just the two of us. He sets the wrench down with a soft clink and shifts so he’s facing me fully, resting his hands on either side of my thighs. For the first few minutes, Lewis resorted to weave words from the emotions he felt. The fingers mindlessly tracing my thigh. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps over my skin.

“It’s funny,” he says after a moment. “You spend years proving yourself, thinking one day it’ll be enough. But it never really is, is it?” My fingers find his, tracing absent patterns over his knuckles. “This legacy people say I’ve left behind — with racing, with Mercedes — did I do it justice with the way I left things last night?” The weight of the results of the Grand Prix had crushed Lewis. He hated that his last goodbye to his team wasn’t memorable.

it’s not about proving anything anymore.” He tilts his head. “Then what is it about?” I squeeze his hand. “Love.”

He studies me further. Searching my eyes for a hint of doubt, a sliver of distrust; he found none. Lewis blinks, like the thought has never occurred to him before. Like all the podiums, the trophies, the records — none of them compare to the simple truth of what’s in front of him.

A slow smile tugs at his lips, small but real. “I like the sound of that.” He lets himself fall onto my shoulder, leaning on me. Breathes slower and relaxed, the tension in his shoulders melting away to a hint of determination from my words. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, the scent of motor oil and cologne familiar, and comforting. “Then maybe you should start believing it.”

Lewis hums, pulling me a little closer. “Only if you stay here and remind me.” I grin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And in the quiet of the garage, between oil stains and starlight, Lewis finally lets himself believe it.

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[minchanfilm]

these have been in my camera roll for like a month so i have zero idea who to credit for these but i felt the need to share

[ponyojujuu]

wb the rest of the teamies (minus maki) reaction to u moaning in ur sleep? :)

&team reaction to you moaning their name in your sleep pt. 2

04z + 05z x fem!reader some grammar mistakes!

a/n: the drabbles have a bit of extra intro cuz i yap to much but- i hope it’s okay 😮‍💨

18+ mdni! suggestive content under the cut

you have been warned

yuma - yuma was really horny which wasn’t a surprise to you both, looking forward to doing nothing but pounding you later. but to his surprise, when he got home he was brought by the news. “i’m not in the mood..” you’d bluntly let out, a clear spirt of annoyance in your tone. yuma was a bit shocked none the less, but he just layed next to you stroking your hair accepting the peace you needed. you ranted to him about the stressful day you had, and how it drained you. yuma couldn’t help but feel bad listening to the day you explained, however it only made him want to relieve you more. giving you an outlet for your stress. his little touches to your hair and shoulder relaxed you into a comfortable sleep next to him. you lied their in a sports bra and pajama pants, while he was propped up onto his elbow. watching you. “damnit.. y/n” he’d grumble to himself as he blamed you for the growing boner in his pants. the way you layed their so peacefully made it hard enough for him to control himself. your sleep revealed just how similar you and yuma really were, when you began to have a vivid dream of him pleasuring you until you were screaming his name. it sounded like the perfect way to let off the steam from the stress you felt. “yuma.. please help me..” you’d blurt, in a whiny plea. yuma’s eye widened in pure shock, before he began to laugh slightly. did she really just moan? he thought to himself. “you do look pretty tense, baby..” he said with a wide mischievous grin. he changed his position to now hover over you. instead of waking you he just pressed soft wet kisses to your exposed neck and chest. his filthy lips furthered down to the top of your breasts kissing over your bra. before his teeth nipped your nipple and you woke up, another moan escaping your lips. “yuma! what are you doing..” you’d ask in shock, your face red and blushing. the image of his body over yours his lips pressed against your skin. like he had just read your dream full of lewd scenes of him fucking you. “i’m helping.. don’t you wanna relieve yourself?” he asked with a sly expression, a smirk never left his lips. your hands snaked into the back of his nape gripping his hair. “how’d you know?..” you said in shock soon nodding as he was right. he smiled against your skin when you agreed to let him continue. he trailed kisses all over your body before finally meeting your lips and kissing you gently. his right hand however snaked between your pajama pants, and rubbed his middle finger between your folds. finding the sweet spot of your clothed pussy. your body arching up into his, a weak moan leaving your lips. yuma smiling as he sees you enjoy everything his fingers were doing to you. “i haven’t even touched you yet..” he teased, finally slipping his middle finger between your panties and giving you the feeling of skin-to-skin. rubbing against your clit in a fast circular motion. a moaning mess you became as he so easily fingered your hot and now wet slit. after he had his fun teasing you, he slipped your pants and underwear off with one swipe. once you guys were both naked he positioned himself to push inside of you. the feeling of him filling you all the way up and stretching your hole to fit him was swelling your chest in the best way possible. “yuma! please..” you whined, needing him deeper. you could see he wanted to be gentle with you at first, but you needed him. and he needed you, pushing himself fully to hit the deepest crevice of your walls. he through his head back, he was never used to the tight feeling of your cunt but he was addicted to it regardless. “baby, your so tense. let’s relax” he smirked as he teased you with a breathy voice that didn’t loose sarcasm, loving the feeling of you clenching around him. you were so lost in pleasure to pick up on his jokes. his thrusts filled you up perfectly. soon you both felt the knot deepen in your stomach. he came inside you while you wet up his dick. “fuck.. i feel so much better..” you said with a soft sigh to which yuma smiled. “glad i could help” he said with a proud smirk.

jo - you and jo were spending some time on the couch reading together. it was truly relaxing as the sun shined through the blinds blissfully. suddenly you stopped him while he was reading, “can you give me a massage?” you asked him as you cracked you neck, showing him how stiff you gotten. jo only laughed from the random request, but soon nodding quickly. jo would never say no to helping you out. you layed flat on the couch, as he straddled your back and massaging you and hitting all the tense spots. eventually you became so comfortable you fall asleep peacefully underneath him. jo didn’t realize until you stopped responding to him. he knew it relaxed you so he just continued to need your back while you slept. but he did not expect you to moan. “mm.. jo.. right there!” you moaned out. somehow the good feeling he gave you from the massage transferred into your sleep, except your dirty dream had a much different picture in mind. jo flushed a bright red, as if he was the one that made such a lewd noise. he wasn’t sure what to do at all, he froze ontop of you, double checking to make sure you were still asleep. your breath picked up and you continued to moan, and it drove him crazy. he felt bad for being so attracted to you when you did that, but he couldn’t help himself. he unintentionally began to dry hump your ass. his growing cock rocking against your cheeks. but the needing of his hands stopped, and that alone woke you up. “jo why’d you stop?” you asked curiously only to feel him rutting against you. your heart stopped and so did he noticing you had woken up. “y/n i’m sorry! i shouldn’t have—” he quickly admitted, immediately feeling all kinds of bad for being so filthy minded. getting off of you and sitting on the floor avoiding eye contact with you. however you cut him off by putting a finger to his lips, knowing he’d overthink it. “shh.. just make me feel good.. like before” you winked at him, pecking his lips. jo simply just nodded, his eyes widening in excitement. not expecting to like what he did. nonetheless he took your request and sat you down on the couch, getting down on his knees in front of you. he saw just how wet your dream had gotten you, he could only think about how badly you wanted this and he wasn’t gonna let you down. he immediately brought his warm wet lips to your throbbing pink pussy. he started to lap his tongue in your juices. his nose rubbing against your clit. your legs closed around his shoulders as you whined. it shocked you how jo was so good at these things despite looking so innocent. his brown pupils looking up at you loosing your mind with a proud smile. the sound of his tongue against your folds and your uncontrollable moans created such a pornographic scene. without warning jo slipped his long fingers knuckle deep into your cunt. dragging his smooth fingers against your tight walls that welcomed him in. “jo.. right there! yes!” you moaned as you were getting closer and closer. jo laughed as your moan was exactly the one you did in your sleep. “yeah? right there?” he’d ask against your wet clit. “or right here?” he asked teasingly when his hand curved against your g-spot. that movement alone caused you to cum all over his face. he smiled proudly getting you to feel good like you asked. licking up all your juices. “did i make you feel good?” he’d ask looking up at you. you laughed, “you made me feel great” you assured him.

harua - harua was already waiting around for you to come home, you were texting him so much dirty talk it was driving him crazy. you were on your way home from a nail appointment. and harua always seemed to be gushing over you more than usual after you got your nails done, he didn’t just like how they looked on you, but also how they felt. when you got home you didn’t see harua at first. confused you walked through your apartment and that’s when you heard the shower running. he was in the shower getting ready for you. you smiled and headed to the bedroom but as you waited for him you drifted on to take a small nap. the nail salon draining you just a bit. you started to think about all the teasing words harua said in your texts messages and it clouded your mind with the excitement of the event. unconsciously clenching your legs together. harua came out the shower seeing you lay down in the bed. he huffed letting out a huge pout. what was he to do now that you weren’t up to help him with his problem? “mm.. harua..” the noise escaped your lips. that only made harua’s problem worse. he tilted his head now brought to the attention that you were just as horny as him. he removed his towel and sat between your closed legs. prying them open with gentle touch and pressing his tip to tease your clothed pussy. you squirmed again, the friction driving you crazy as your dream now felt too real. suddenly he pushed against you threatening your hole with his member and you jolted up. “fuck!” you moaned at the feeling of him denying you his member against your pussy. “so that’s how i wake you up?” harua asked in a teasing tone. you shuddered, not wanting to play around with his sassy teasing. “shut up..” you said with a pout. “really? i know you were moaning my name. make me, make me shut up” he said with an eyebrow raise. the tension between you too exciting you both. you took the challenge pushing him to sit on his lap, he leaned against the headboard. groaning slightly from the sudden movement. you sat up on your knees in front of him and removed your clothing one by one, and he looked up at you enjoying the show. when you were finally naked your hips aligned with his hard cock. his breath hitched as he could feel your heat against his red and aching tip. you sank down on his cock, sitting down fully in his lap now. harua whined instinctively as he felt your tight walls fully surrounding his needy dick. it twitched inside of you as you tried to adjust to the feeling of him. “it’s hard to be quiet isn’t?” you teased him in the same tone he did earlier. your breath hitting his ear as you whispered next to him. his hands grabbed your hips tightly as he started to fuck up into you. “y/n you feel so good, you know how weak i am for your.. wet.. pussy” he whined, the sight was a beauty. his clouded and hazy expression while he was drunk on your tight cunt. his eyes rolling back as he was mesmerized by your constant pace to ride him. his thrusts meeting your hips every-time. “harua.. i’m.. close” you begged, the pace of your hips slapping together felt so good and you never wanted him to stop. harua nodded, “me too” he’d whine with you. his moans almost louder than yours as he was finally getting the pleasure he wanted and you were fulfilling your wet dream. when the time came you both snapped releasing together a warm and milky liquid that combined together and ran out of your body. he’d hug you tightly and whisper soft praises, stroking your hair as he knew how tired you’d be. “you should’ve waited for me to get out the shower, i would’ve been the one to fuck you” he said with a playful whisper. noticing how tired you were from riding him. his pants still consistent. you glared up at him with the same playful manner, “aren’t you glad i didn’t?”

taki - “babyyy i miss you” taki whined as he clung to you. you were sitting at your desk studying for college exams. you laughed, you were also getting pretty tired from studying. “sorry babe, i’ll be done soon” you assured him ruffling his hair. he’d pout and kiss your cheek, leaving you alone to finish studying. he came back about thirty minutes later to check on you. not expecting to see you passed out, asleep on your text books. taki laughed finding your position cute. walking over to coo you, before gently picking you up. he was gonna bring you to your bed to sleep more comfortably. once he got you settled in his arms, holding you bridal style. you slightly squirmed and he worried he might’ve woke you, thankfully he didn’t as you continue to sleep in his arms. somewhere between the transfer of bringing you to your bed you let out a noise. one that made him simultaneously confused and turned on. “taki- you’re so good..” you moaned out. surprisingly it had been a while since you and taki got busy in the bedroom, you focusing on uni and him being distracted with work. there was no time, it explained why you were having such fantasies in your dream. you sounded almost shocked when you moaned, that taki was so good at making you feel good. taki sat next to you on the edge of the bed as he contemplated what to do. taki had been missing you so much too, and every part. pretending to be oblivious his deep voice clouded the silence, “good at what?” he asked. his husky voice whispering in your ear, and tickling you with his breath. that alone woke you up from the quick sleep you drifted in-to. “taki!” you said a bit startled, since you knew exactly what you were just imagining. “you’re all wet love..” a shocked soft chuckle escaping, noticing your lounge boxers were filled with arousal that your dream provided to you. embarrassed you closed your legs. “i-i have to finished studying..” you tried to protest the very obvious fact of you being horny. taki pushed you to the bed to stop you from moving, pinning your arms to the bed. “take a break, you clearly need attending to” his eyes narrowing on your wet underwear before his lips started to kiss yours. you locked lips, unable to fight it now that he had you gripped tightly. you were glad he stopped you from studying, your pussy was throbbing and in need of him even if you were to shy to admit it. taki pushed his knees between your thighs providing you of some friction while he worked on undressing your top half. your hips started to grind against his thigh. “needy huh?” he whispered as he saw you rutting your hips against him. once he got you all naked, you helped him undress too. removing his belt of his pants and throwing it somewhere in the room. when you pulled his pants down his bulging cock sprung up at you. “i did that?” you asked him a little shocked, as a red tint of blush warmed your cheeks. he shyly nodded, resting his tip in between your folds. starting to tease you before he slid himself in. his groans and your whines sinked together the moment you felt him against your velvet walls. your eyes squinted shut, as you lied against the bed pillow. one hand gripping the sheets the other planted on his stomach tracing between his abs. “s-so.. tight.. y/n” he struggled to say, unable to make consistent thrusts yet. eventually he found his pace, pushing up in you at a fast pace that pleasured you both. every time you felt his balls slapping against your skin was a reminder of just how deep his long cock was inside you. the veins of his dick stimulating every part of you making you go insane. “taki! feels so good..” you whined, he was fucking you like never before. taki sloppily made out with you to muffle his moans into the kiss. kissing him back until he burried his face in your neck. you could tell he was getting close by the way his thrusts became irregular and his hips were twitching against you. “i’m gonna cum!..” you breathlessly announced, taki smiled as he knew he was close too. “cum for me, please, make a mess, darling” he praised you with his filthy dirty talk.

it was just enough to set you over the edge. you guys came together and his body became limp over you. you wrapped your arms around him. “better than your dream?” he asked you with a cocky smirk. you only laughed and playfully shoved him off of you.

[gtgbabie0]

{A very loving morning with Wife!Rhaenyra}

!!-18//MDNI-!! No dance au, I just wanted an excuse to write smut for her heheh… enjoy! <3

The newfound pressures of the crown seemed to melt away from Rhaenyra’s shoulders whenever you graced her with your presence— it was why she insisted that you attended the council meetings and court duties with her, although she’d never force you to— gods know how awfully dull they could be at times, she’d never subject you to that.

You were The Queen's strength and weakness all in one— she’d broken centuries-old laws just to have you known as her wife, anyone who dared to question or worse go against that… well, they were swiftly met with their end whether that be by the end of a blade or her dragon. There was truly nothing she wouldn’t do for you.

And right now that statement has never been truer as she admires you in all your sleeping glory, cheek smushed against the pillows and soft lips parted ever so slightly— prettier than any jewel she owned. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but reach out, letting her knuckles graze along your jaw.

The touch wasn’t enough to stir you, not even a single twitch— you’ve become a heavy sleeper ever since your wedding night, it was the safety of her presence that left you so unguarded, so at peace. The thought of being the reason you slept better sent a flutter through her chest, one that meted her completely.

Rhaenyra shuffles closer to you, bedsheets rustling slightly as she leans in to brush her lips over your bare shoulders, kissing the exposed skin with a certain reverence— hands dipping beneath the blankets to rub over your hips soothingly. That was enough to cause you to stir, turning your head to press your face into the pillows with a small groan. “Mm, good morning, my beautiful girl.” She murmurs, words muffled against you as she kisses along the soft curve of your jaw, fingers stroking along your bare spine.

“Nyra, it’s too early.” You whine, such a soft pitiful noise— honestly, she was in half a mind to let you sleep in, but there was a much stronger part of her that wanted you, burned for you, the way you writhe slightly against the mattress, hips moving beneath her palm as she continues to coax you awake.

You could feel the slight upturn of her lips against the side of your neck, “We have things to do today.” she whispers in between tender, fluttery kisses to your pulse point.

“We have things to do every day. Let me sleep.” You reply with a huff— oh her sweet wife was certainly not a morning person, she’d just have to try harder. Those chaste kisses turn into something more greedy, open-mouthed and desperate in a way that causes your breath to hitch.

Your eyes flutter open to find her own beneath the muted light of the early morning sun that was obscured behind the curtains— her gaze soft and full of love, curls of white hair draping down her shoulders in waves that were all tussled from sleep, sleep that still clings to her voice making it slightly rough.

“You’re too pretty to waste the days sleeping, it’d be a shame and I’d miss you too much.” Her words carry a certain mirth but are true nonetheless. She loves to show you off to the people of the court— her proudest accomplishment, her dearest love.

You hum in acknowledgement to her words, still clinging onto the last remnants of sleep as she ever so slowly begins to pull the warm blankets from your body, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth before she finds herself back in the crook of your neck, feeling your heartbeat on her lips.

“Mhm, Nyra.” You sigh, a lot different from your earlier protests— instead you’re inviting her in, pleading for more as you tilt your head back against the pillows to bare your neck to her, fingers tangling in her silky tresses.

“I’m here my sweet girl, right here.” Gods her voice was so velvety, so dizzying it sent your mind reeling to memories of last night— that familiar throb between your thighs has you squirming slightly, eliciting a low chuckle from your wife— the sound muffled against your collarbones. Her hand finds the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to make space for her— her hips pressing perfectly against your own. “I’m still sensitive.” You whisper shyly, looking up at her with a bashful smile.

Her lips tick up into a smug smirk, a feeling of pride blooming through her chest. “I’ll be so gentle my love.” She promises, sealing it with a kiss to your lips, her breasts pressing against yours, the warmth of her bare skin against yours shoots a tingle through your body. Oh, she lived for how responsive you were for her.

Her hands smooth across your waist, gliding over your ribcage to the supple mounds on your chest— her thumb brushing over your nipple, taking the other in her mouth, her wet tongue licking the hardened peak slowly, savouring the sounds you give her, how you taste. “Always so perfect, so beautiful for me.” She praises, switching to the other breast as your fingers tighten slightly in her hair.

She moans around your sensitive nipple as you tug on her locks, urging her to continue— nipping at the skin teasingly to draw out a gasp from your parted lips. Your back arching off of the bed ever so eagerly. “Mm, all for you— all yours.” You agree and she would usually make fun of how needy you’ve already become, but she promised she’d be gentle.

A small noise of disappointment sounds out from the back of your throat as she pulls away, the warmth of her mouth on your tits gone, replaced by the cold air of the room— before you could whine she’s grabbing a hair tie from the bedside table and handing it to you with a smirk, her eyes gleaming. “If you would, my love.” She whispers, lowering her head down your sternum, to leave wet, opened-mouthed kisses down your body so slowly.

Your fingers rake through her hair, collecting up the white tresses the best you can— your mind in limbo as you go between trying to concentrate on putting up her hair to being distracted by the feeling of her mouth on you. You manage to secure her hair up, not caring for perfection when she was sucking harsh marks into the tender fat of your inner thighs, pushing them further apart to spread you open for her.

A whiny, broken moan flies past your lips as she runs her tongue along your slick folds, slowly licking at your clit— her hands lying flat over your hips in an attempt to keep them still. “So eager, hmm?— greedy girl.” Her words muffled against your throbbing cunt, the vibrations only making you squirm beneath her even more.

Your fingers clutch at the pillows tightly, knuckles going white, chest heaving with each ragged breath you take as she leaves wet kisses over your sensitive bud. “Mmfm, you taste so good my love, gods.” She groans, her tongue lapping up your pleasure as if you were a bottle of sweet arbour red, slick dribbling out of your cunt— it coats her lips and chin, she's such a messy eater.

“Ohh, Nyra!— feels s’good.” Your words only fuel her. She absolutely relishes in the way you moan out her name, singing out for her without a single care in the world as she slips her middle and ring fingers into your wet heat, your walls clamping down around her digits as you begin to rock your hips in tandem with her hand and mouth, eyes rolled back, blabbering a string of “Please, please… please.” begging oh-so-prettily for her.

“Mm, that’s it, my sweet girl, let go.” Her gentle words spoken against your clit tips you over the edge, fingers curling deep inside your cunt, fingertips nudging against that one spongey spot that makes you see stars and suddenly you’re gushing around her, soaking her hand and the bedsheets, practically panting out her name.

Your half-lidded eyes meet her as she licks her fingers clean, slowly kissing back up your flushed body from your hips to your jaw— lips grazing the shell of your ear, “You did so good for me,” she whispers, nosing at your warm cheek with a warm chuckle.

With a content hum, you turn your head to face her, her eyes slowly roaming your pretty sunlit features. “Good morning,” you smile, blissed out completely and a lot happier than you were a few minutes ago.

Rhaenyra’s smile widens, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips— the taste of yourself against her lips urges you to deepen the feeling, tongue brushing against hers. “Very good morning indeed, I’ll have the maids draw us a bath— then we’ll eat, hmm?” Her soft words are met with a nod from you, however, your arms curl around her, snuggling up against her warm body.

“Mm, yes… but just a few more minutes,” she settles back down against the pillows, pulling you impossibly closer to her, because how could she ever deny you?

[2-dsimp]

Who would baby trap mc? Asking for science.

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『Featuring Babytrapping with the Hitman Team』

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI! Fem reader! Baby trapping,

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Would Babytrap you intentionally

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Bjorn the Strategist: As the strategist of the team it’d only be fitting for him to intentionally plan. On knocking you up to make sure you’ll forever be inclined to stay with him. But only after doing some intensive research about child rearing and pregnancy. So he’s able to provide you with everything you may need and ensure that both you and his child are safe and sound.

Yujin the hacker: he’d be upfront with you on his plans of knocking you up. With a childish grin on his face, the hacker will straight up tell you that he’s going to get you pregnant. So that he can finally get a tasteful of your breast milk. His openness would dupe you into thinking he was joking since Yujin’s always been a prankster at times. So really you can’t blame him if he did exceed in doing exactly as he told. since he made sure to give you a prior notice ahead of time.

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Would Babytrap you unintentionally

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Ossian the sniper: don’t get me wrong he loves you dearly. So much in fact that in his sleep. He’ll go as far as to make sure you feel how deep his love for you goes until you’re filled up like a cream puff. The funny part is that when you’re holding up a positive pregnancy test in Ossian’s face he’d think he was dreaming. And would promptly wish aloud that he’d never wake up. Since the dream of having a family with you would make him feel as if he’s floating on cloud nine.

Vincent the Enforcer: would be so wrapped up in how good you felt going in raw. That he’d completely forget to pull out, and would mutter apologies underneath his breath. Whilst continuing to bust his thick spurts of jizz inside your squelching cunt. Saying how he can’t help himself and promising with butterfly kisses. Against your neck that he’d be a good daddy and take care of both you and the baby.

Danny the boss: this otaku cannot cope with how turned on you make him feel on a daily basis. He’d be so desperate to have more of you, to get balls deep inside. That place he calls heaven in between those thighs of yours. To the point of where his fat tip would break through the condom and make him nut prematurely inside you. From instantly being exposed to your depths. After Seeing the positive pregnancy test, Danny would faint like a damsel in distress. Due to an extensive nosebleed at the mere vision he had of you having baby bump. His baby bump

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Wouldn’t try to Baby trap you.

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Moros the Torturer: would never try to baby trap his sunshine. He’d want to make sure of having kids is what you’d so desire. So if you want kids you’ll have to reassure Moros constantly that you’d want to have a family with him. Since he’d hate to do anything that would cause you any kind of harm or discomfort. He knows that pregnancy can affect you long term and is well versed in the risks. So he’d never put your wellbeing in jeopardy despite how he truly yearns for a big family.

Koji the medic: is meticulous when it comes to sex, he’ll make sure that no happy accidents. will happen under his watch since he doesn’t particularly like to idea of having kids. Nor does he plan to entertain the idea of losing his dearest nurse to birthing a parasite. If push comes to shove he’ll definitely choose to toss the whole kid away than to ever risk lose his darling.

[softestqueeen]

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[ejudollz]

Hii pookiee!! What are your thoughts on Jo not really being into pda but lovess hot makeout sessions in bed?

i think jo wouldn't be super into pda because he just finds it quite invasive. his face would flush and burn red when you kiss him in front of others. its almost like he can't breathe when you do this and its just soo cute how he reacts. he likes that people can see that the two of you are together but he can't help but get red in the face. behind closed doors though i think jo would constantly be right under you. i think he'd like laying on your chest or just staring up at you with eyes full of adoration. when he wants to kiss i think he'd hint subtly (subtly to him at least). he'd get close to your face, would stare at your lips and then back into your eyes with an expression and smile that shows that he wants something. jo loves kissing just simply because he can, loves feeling your lips on his, loves the way your lip balm gets all over his lips as well. he'd take his large hands and cup your face gently, placing pecks on your lips before deepening the kiss, leading into a full make out. i think jo would like to take the lead of kisses sometimes, he just wants to hear you breathe out little moans into his mouth. he could sit and kiss you for literal hours, just gently and softly moving his body against you.

[floriwoo]

I just read what you wrote for Fuma earlier and it was amazing! Do you have similar ideas for Taki?

thank you!! i’m glad you enjoyed my writing <3

so for taki, hmm…..

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(okay so i got really carried away and just focused on this one scenario instead of listing multiple kinks, sorry!)

first thing that comes to mind is dumbification/degradation. he wants to be treated like a stupid himbo 💔

making him strip in front of you as you sit on the edge of the bed fully clothed, praising him for his body. telling him to come closer, and placing your hands on his hips, rubbing your thumbs softly over his hip bones before pressing kisses to the skin there. his breath would get caught in his throat as your touch sends waves of pleasure to his neglected cock. you were so so close to where he needed you, but not close enough.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his cock twitch as you continued kissing his hips, your tongue peeking out every so often to drag across his sensitive skin. he was trying so hard to stay quiet, his lips pressed together and his eyes periodically closing to keep himself together.

you pulled away, hands brushing up across his waist and traveling to his nipples, pinching gently.

“taki, look at me.” you murmured. as he looked down to meet your gaze, his dick jumped again and a whine caught in his throat.

you smirked, “you just think with your cock, huh baby?” you brought your mouth closer to his stomach, beginning to lick up the precum leaking from his erection.

“mm please”

“please what? use your words.” you continued to tweak his nipples, staring deep into his eyes. he had to break the eye contact, leaning his head back and letting out a pained sigh.

“please use your mouth… need you to make me feel good. please.” his voice was so whiny, his speech broken up by strained breaths.

“good boy taki. such a good slut for me.”

[kathaelipwse]

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Pairing: CEO!J.Yunho x Secretary!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine

Warnings: Smau, Fluff, grumpy yunho, bickering

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Hie lovies! I hope y'll are fine! Also! This will be a series of 12 chapters!

Chapter 1: The Long Road

The storm warnings had come in earlier that morning—dark clouds brewing over Seoul, thick enough to make the city feel like it was sinking under the weight of the sky. Rain poured, slamming against windows and turning the streets into rivers. A flight to Ulsan was supposed to be easy—a quick trip. But as the weather worsened, the airline had announced it: all flights canceled.

And so, here y'll are, trapped in a car, traveling the four-hour route to Ulsan. Yunho, the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Korea, had insisted on driving. The decision made no sense to you, his secretary who had to accompany him for an event in Ulsan. As time passed by, Yunho had been… Yunho. Grumpy, moody, irritated that something so trivial as weather had ruined his perfectly planned day.

“Great,” Yunho muttered under his breath, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Four hours. Wasted.”

The traffic on the highway was crawling. The rain didn’t help, and the skies had darkened even further, making the world outside seem claustrophobic. The headlights of other cars smeared through the fog, nothing more than vague shadows in the rain. The hum of the engine and the soft rustling of the wipers were the only sounds filling the car.

You shifted in the passenger seat, glancing over at Yunho, trying to figure out how to break the suffocating silence. They had been quiet for a while now, both of y'll lost in your own thoughts.

“You know,” you started, voice light and casual, “the view looks kind of nice in a weird, stormy way.”

Yunho didn’t even look at you. He just sighed, his eyes locked on the road. “If you think the view is nice, you must be insane.”

You smiled a little, trying not to let his mood drag them down. “You don’t think it’s a little bit peaceful? All this rain? It’s kind of… soothing.”

He didn’t respond, and for a moment, the only sound was the soft buzz of the car's engine.

“You sure you don’t want to stop for a coffee or something? Get a break?” you asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Yunho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I don’t need a break. We’re already behind schedule as it is.”

You let out a small sigh, knowing this was going nowhere. “We’re stuck in traffic, sir. We’re gonna be late no matter what.”

Yunho shot you a quick glare. “I’m aware of that.” His voice was tight, like every word was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

You turned towards the window. “Well, there’s no point in getting worked up about it.”

Yunho's eyes flicked over to you for a split second, his jaw clenching. “It’s not about the traffic. It’s about the time. Time is money. And I hate wasting it.”

You rolled their eyes, but Yunho wasn’t looking. “You’re really going to keep going on about the time? You do realize we’re not getting to Ulsan any faster by complaining about it, right?”

Yunho’s lips curled into a tight smirk, though there was no humor in it. “It’s cute that you think that.”

You blinked, trying not to let the sarcasm get under their skin. “Look, it’s not my fault your flight got canceled. You’re the one who insisted on driving instead of canceling the plans with a solid excuse of The Storm.”

“Because the event is important for the company Ms. L/n, you are aware of it,” Yunho said, his voice flat.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I think this is a waste of time,” you muttered. “You’re driving, we’re stuck in traffic, and we’re still hours away from Ulsan. And, oh—did I mention we’re already running late?”

Yunho hissed under his breath, clearly annoyed at your remark. “If you’re going to keep complaining, I’ll turn this car around and drive you straight back to Seoul. Or I will leave you here itself. How’s that sound?”

You snapped your head toward him. “That’s not even funny.”

A heavy silence filled the car, thick with the tension of frustration and annoyance. The rain hammered against the roof, and the low growl of the engine was the only sound breaking the quiet.

“Alright,” Yunho said, finally breaking the silence. “I’ll take a shortcut. It’ll save us time.”

You turned your head sharply. “A shortcut? Really? You’ve got to be kidding.”

Yunho’s eyes flicked to the GPS on the dashboard. “The map says it’ll save us at least 20 minutes.”

You squinted at the screen. The route looked different from the one y'll had been following. It led into a narrow road, almost like it wasn’t even part of the main highway.

“Sir, that doesn’t look like a shortcut,” you said, voice laced with doubt. “That road looks like it’s going to take us to the middle of nowhere.”

He shot you a look. “It’s a shortcut. Trust the map.”

“Trust the map? This thing’s barely working,” you argued, raising an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t just want to get lost?”

Yunho’s grip on the wheel tightened. “I’m not getting lost. We’ll get there faster. Just sit back and relax.”

But as y'll veered off onto the new route, the road seemed to narrow, the trees growing thicker, the air heavier. The headlights barely cut through the rain anymore, and the soft hum of the wipers felt like the only thing keeping y'll grounded in reality.

“This is getting weird, Sir,” you said, your voice now a little more tense. “This doesn’t feel like a shortcut. We’re not even on the map anymore.”

Yunho didn’t respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. The GPS flickered for a moment, then a “Route recalculating…” message appeared.

“What the hell?” you muttered, glancing over at the screen. “It’s—”

The map froze, then went blank.

“Sir, what the hell is happening? Where are we?” Your voice was starting to edge into panic. “This isn’t on any map.”

Yunho’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “I don’t know. The signal’s gone. This damn road is cutting us off.” His voice was tight, now showing hints of irritation. “We’re going to have to turn back.”

But when you looked back, the road behind y'll was gone. It was as if it had never existed, swallowed by the night shadows, trees blocking the way they came.

“What the hell?” you said again, voice shaky. “There’s nothing back there. We can’t even—”

Yunho slammed his fist on the dashboard in frustration. “Great. Just great.” He gritted his teeth. “We’re stuck.”

You looked out the window, the rain intensifying with every passing second. There was no sign of a road, no lights, no houses, nothing but darkness and the relentless storm.

“Sir,”you said softly, their voice almost drowned out by the downpour, “what do we do now?”

Yunho didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked from the road to the blank GPS screen, then back to the endless dark ahead. His grip tightened even more on the wheel.

“I don’t know.” His voice was low, barely audible over the rain. “We’re lost.”

.....To Be Continued

[bunny-jpeg]

team principal!max verstappen - he really did take a shining to his new driver. verstappen racing needed all the driving power it could get and max had to take a few risks. when he saw you cross the track, not even twenty-five yet. he saw the championship in your eyes.

"want to make a deal?" "a deal, sir. i'm a driver not a prostitute." "no, no. you're far too talented to do those kinds of tricks." max's finger dragged down your wrist, "how do you feel about becoming a formula one driver?" only an idiot would've said no.

you became his star, his champion. more trophies than stars in the monaco night sky. as he clinked glasses with you over a stellar season. you mirrored your mentor. you raced the way we did, was sarcastic the way he was. there were even side-by-side photos of how you stood. you broke his records and did it with a bright smile.

but even at the top. you craved more. and while you carried max's advice in your back pocket. you wanted more than pats on the shoulder and sound guidance. in a way it meant tugging on the man's jealousy. encourage thoughts of you that were lewd. what started as sly touches and lingering stares eventually turned into max kissing you in the middle of the garage after another successful weekend. and when he held you face and looked into your eyes. you knew that you had him.

but, you didn't realize that max wasn't letting you go anytime soon. your shadow in the paddock, the voice in your ear as you drove. he left you little time to form any romantic connections. "you wanted to be the best." he held you by the chin to make you look at him, "winners don't take short cuts." and you nodded at him. max wondered as he held you chin, how red he could make you lips once he finished biting at them. he couldn't leave your neck covered in hickies, but he could leave your lips red and swollen. even in the off season you were close to him. often at his apartment in monaco, there he could be a little more forthcoming with his affection. blinds drawn to keep out the afternoon light as his eagerly ate you out. his hands on your thighs, applying enough pressure to keep you in his grasp.

there were more than enough rumors circulating around you and max. you tried to distance yourself as a result, fearing what others thought of you. but max only brought you in closer. "who cares what they think." he purred, "they're just jealous. you have the skills, the team, the team principal. they're envious that they'll never accomplish as much as you." then pulled you in a little closer to kiss the top of your head. a promise that you'd never squirm out of his grasp, there was a reason why in your contract there wasn't a way to get out of it for at least five years. after that time max had bigger plans for you.

you knew you should be worried. but you were blinded by the glory. the victories, the trophies, the money. the pouring of champagne and the world knowing your name. you owed everything to max. the one who plucked you out of obscurity and into the dazzling lights of formula one. but when you were in his apartment, dressed in just his t-shirt and panties as he made you dinner after a tumble in the sheets. you could feel the bites on your thighs and stomach, the ache in your knees and back from when you rode him. when you were alone with him outside the track, the worry set in.

max's words hung in your mind, "there's no need to worry, my prize.", it was simply an accident that there was a hole in your team shirt. max happily gave you his! don't look too closely at the shape of the hole and don't start wondering if it was a pair of scissors that did it. it was simply a mix up in the computer that your last name on your paddock pass was 'verstappen', the intern who put in all the information must've clicked the wrong thing! (even though you knew it was max who sent over all your details at the beginning of the season). and definitely don't worry about what happened to that mechanic from ferrari who had a habit of coming over to talk with you. as your team principal, max will ensure that you're taken care of. right now you need to think about the qualifiers and the races!

"thank you so much, mrs. verstappen." a pa chirped before one of the races and you felt a cold shiver run through you.

it was only warmed when max placed his hand on your lower back. he chuckled, "does sound nice, doesn't it? mrs. verstappen." he smiled at you and you swallowed.

you feared that maybe, just maybe, you got in over your head.

[samuelsdean]

Stay With Me

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary:  "you’ve been shot countless times, huh?” “that sounded a bit more reassuring in my head.”

genre: angst & fluff

word count: 1.1k

author's notes: almost a year of no writing, but i'm finally home (i posted a new fic)! it's been one hectic year for me. uni was crazy & i started my clinical rotations. plus, i did my thesis & it even got a distinction mark so i'll be presenting it at a research congress pretty soon (yay!). with that, i'm really sorry for ghosting ao3 & tumblr. i couldn't find the time to insert it in between uni & breaking down lol. anyway, i'll be posting a lot more while i'm on break. i hope you'll enjoy reading my first fic after a year of zzz. have fun!

YOU CAN HEAR SIRENS AND PEOPLE SHOUTING.

They say when you are knocking on death’s door, hearing is the last of your senses you will lose. If you’re dying, you don’t know it. Nothing makes sense at the moment. It’s all just blurry hues of blues and reds and shouting—Stay with me—the smell of something metallic. The only thing you’re sure of right now is that your head hurts and it seemed like a van ran right through you with how achy your body feels right now. 

Who’s  that? You mused. Why are they yelling at me?  I’m  right here. You turned your head slightly and tried to open your eyes.

It’s quite the task.

“T-That’s it,” The person, whom you think was yelling at you, said. “Stay with me, Y/N. Don’t close your eyes.”

You groaned and gripped the person's hand tightly as if to stand up, but you couldn't. Everything ached. And the person holding you, just kept on talking, their voice a low murmur at first. But even through the haze of pain, it was starting to sound familiar. You recognized that dulcet tone, the rich, smooth sound that could captivate your attention with random facts or lull you to sleep with equal ease.

The voice, you realized with a flicker of a smile, belonged to Spencer, its familiar cadence a warm current cutting through the blossoming pain.

“Reid?” You croaked.

Your throat’s dryer than any other desert in existence right now. And you sound worse than you look—you think—you don’t know for sure, except the fact that you can’t move much.

“It’s me,” Spencer chuckled while sniffling. “I’m right here.”

“What’s going on?”

Even through the haze of pain, a new wave of discomfort bloomed in your shoulder, sharp and insistent. Before you could react and get up, Spencer's hand tightened on yours, his voice laced with a tremor you'd never heard before. "Don't move, Y/N. You've been shot."

He applied pressure on your wound—which you just noticed. The pain hit you in a delayed wave, a white-hot stab that stole your breath. You hissed a weak sound that did little to mask the spike in your heart rate. 

"Stop moving or you're gonna bleed out even more!" Spencer's voice, usually so calm and collected, was laced with a raw panic you'd never heard before.

"Easy there, tiger," you tried to joke, your voice raspy. "I've been through worse. I’ve been shot countless times. W-why are you so worried?"

The question came out in a shaky whisper, the concern evident in his voice a stark contrast to the usual intellectual debates you shared.

Spencer's grip tightened, momentarily cutting off your circulation. "Because you could have died, Y/N!" he snapped, his voice cracking with a choked sob. "You… you were…"

He trailed off, unable to put into words the terrifying image that had flashed before him when he saw you collapse, after hearing the sound of a bullet whizzing by and hitting you.

The sight of your vulnerability stripped away his usual composure, leaving a raw fear he couldn't conceal. It took him a moment to regain his composure, his voice softening as he continued, "You shouldn't be so glib about this. It was a nasty shot, close to a major artery."

Despite the pain, a warmth bloomed in your chest. You'd never seen Spencer like this, so shaken and afraid.

"Okay," you murmured, forcing a weak snicker. “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, at least I got you to patch me up, right, Dr.Reid?"

A ghost of a smile glinted across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hold still," he mumbled, amused but also bothered at your dreadful timing for jokes. He applied pressure more gently this time. "You’ve been shot countless times, huh?”

“That sounded a bit more reassuring in my head” You quipped. 

A bit lightheaded from the pain, you clutched Spencer’s hand. The shriek of approaching sirens and the glare of headlights cut through the haze. You struggled to focus on the lifeline thrown in a storm of confusion.

"They're here," Spencer said, his voice tight. A sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual cool composure.

"About time," you rasped, trying to lighten the mood. The effort cost you a fresh wave of dizziness, the world tilting slightly on its axis.

To which, Spencer shot you a look that was half-annoyed, half-worried. "Don't try to be a hero. You're losing a lot of blood. Any movement can dislodge the clot forming in your wound, renewing the bleeding. So, stop moving!"

"Just keeping things interesting," you mumbled, the words slurring slightly. “Wouldn’t want my last moments here on earth to be so grim…”

Spencer's jaw clenched for a moment, then he sighed, the sound heavy with relief. "You always were a pain," He muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You’re  going to be okay, he thought.

The sirens reached a fever pitch, pulling up right beside you. A flurry of activity erupted as paramedics swarmed, the rest of the team trying to make sure you were tended to and that you were going to be okay, their movements a bit panicked but practiced, and efficient. Relief washed over you, a sweet wave that threatened to pull you under. 

"Hold on, Y/N," Spencer said, his voice desperate despite the composure of his words. He kept his hand pressed firmly on your wound, his touch a grounding anchor in the chaos. “Help is here. Everyone’s here. Just… stay with me, okay?"

"Going somewhere," you slurred, your eyelids drooping.

"No, you're not," he said fiercely, his voice barely a whisper above the shouts of the paramedics. "You're coming with us."

You coughed a sharp rasp that sent a jolt of pain through your shoulder. "Stats say shoulder wounds aren't usually fatal," you wheezed, trying to distract yourself from the ache.

Spencer's hand stilled for a moment, looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. "What?"

"Yeah," you continued, your voice weak but persistent. "L-look, I get it, you're scared. But statistically, shoulder wounds aren't as serious..." Your voice trailed off as a wave of nausea washed over you.

"Maybe you shouldn't be reciting medical statistics right now," Spencer said sharply, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“S-shouldn’t that be my line, boy genius?” You continued to joke, as the world dissolved into a scramble of flashing lights and blurry faces.

The last thing you registered was the feel of Spencer's hand tightening around yours, his touch a silent promise that resonated louder than any siren.