#&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

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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)

[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?"

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"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

Reblogs and comments are really appreciated :)

“ 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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[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

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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?

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[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]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 4*̥˚✧

a/n: haven't done one of these in a while, so here you go!

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heardcover hearts by @missarchive

nsfw alphabet by @minswriting

late night swim by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

late night confessions by @springtyme

in the blink of a lense by @alsofoundinpeas (literally the coolest blogname)

cherry stems by @luveline

cum in pants by @minswriting

@ entersandman by @misserabella ✨ @ entersandman 2

with the lights off by @darkmatilda

The enormity of my desire (disgusts me) by @vatelixx

my little vampire by @badathumanemotions

angel by @incognit0slut

on camera by -//-

over the edge by @foxy-eva

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

girls night by @miedei

sobriquet by @siriuslylantsov

wedding day by @luveline

cupids chokehold by @martiniblues

realisations by @justawhitebloodcell01

seen with who? by @ladigube

intimidation by @multifandom-exe

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i have more than enough by @parfaitblogs

sunday mornings by @sp6ncers

in eternal lines by @notlongtolove

orange by @spxfav

clingy by @ddejavvu

waiting for the day to end by @godsfavdarling

warm ebrace by @foxy-eva ✨

bambi by @nereidprinc3ss

water under the bridge by @reidmarieprentiss

a/n: if you want you fic removed, dm me!

[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.

[zvdvdlvr]

spencer reid has a soulmate :)

Head up, nose clean. You repeated the phrase as you stepped out of the elevator, excited for your new internship at the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico.

You were 23, intellectually gifted, and quiet as all get-out. Because of how used to being alone you were, you assumed that the scientific community’s ‘groundbreaking proof’ of soulmates was completely absurd.

Almost everyone found their soulmate at 20-21, going and and clubbing or just going shopping. You knew that part of the reason you didn’t know your soulmate (or even knew if you had one) was because you didn’t look at people. You watched their movements and body language, you just didn’t look strangers in the eye.

That’s how you knew that there were a group of people watching you as you walked up the stairs to your employer’s office.

“Agent Hotchner?” You asked, knocking gently on the door.

The tall, dark-haired man stood up. “Sit, please.” You sat in the chair he gestured too after shaking his hand. “Yet again, I have to remind you that the things we see daily are not for weak stomached people. Our presence has been requested in Wisconsin, and we’re set to have a meeting in,” Hotch looked at his watch. “Twenty seconds. I understand that this is your first day, but from what I’ve seen from you, you are more than capable of fieldwork. Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Good. You have your concealed carry license?”

You stood up and nodded. “When I was 21.”

“Good. Let’s get you introduced to the rest of the team.”

You remembered Rossi from when he personally requested to meet you one-on-one. He had wanted to have a… pleasant conversation with you. You understood why he wanted to check your morals.

Emily Prentiss smiled brightly at you even though she was clearly taken aback at your presence. Derek Morgan shook your hand and gave you a smile. Penelope Garcia was a ball of energy who pulled you into a tight hug, fussing over you like an older sister. She had a gorgeous smile. Jennifer Jareau was as polite as ever, shaking your hand and greeting you politely but something in her gaze you figured she might be happy to have a fresh face with new ideas.

“Where’s Reid?” Derek asked, looking around the table.

Jennifer shrugged. “Late. We’ll fill him in on the plane. Anyway…” the gorgeous immediately started to inform of you the kidnapping and killings of five men. They were all shot and killed in their homes with no signs of forced entry.

About two minutes in the discussion, the door swung open. You assumed the man was ‘Reid’. He shrugged of his bag and didn’t look up at until Jennifer kept going.

“Any sign of robbery? Anything missing?” Derek asked right after J.J. finished. You opened your own file, seeing the pictures closer. You couldn’t see the color of blood, but you could tell that the crime scene was clean. The only blood stemmed from the bullet to the head.

“No. The families of the victims said that nothing looked out of place or missing.”

Emily furrowed her eyebrows. “There was no other physical harm besides the cause of death? That’s bizarre.”

J.J. nodded.

“Could be a woman. Women are known for their aversion to ‘trophies’ or items they take from their victims. Maybe a prostitute… not many men would open their doors to women unless, for, you know,” you explained.

Silence fell over the room and you looked down. Clearly you had said something. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“No, no, you’re right,” the late areival says, thumbing through his file. “There are no signs of rage or remorse and women are known for their emotional detachment or rage killings. All victims have a history of violence and sexual assult. This ccould very well be a woman trying to exact revenge. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner,” Reid rambles, nodding as he pieces the puzzles together. “Sorry, what did you say your name wa…” he trails off, looking you in the eye.

Your mouth falls open as the world seems to erupt in the different black and grey hues of fire. Except this time you actually see the color. Your eyes are locked on Reid’s, disbelief painted all over your face.

“Y/n,” you whisper, eyes flickering to his rich brown hair, light pink lips, saucer-wide eyes, and heaving chest.

“Hello, soulmate. I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

[miley1442111]

office couch- a.hotchner

a/n: ok so this is my first smut, it's probably shit but like... whatever. idk if i'll keep doing this, it was mostly because my friend told me to attempt writing smut but the entire time i was writing it felt so dumb and silly so idk.

intended for fem reader, but imagine what you like:)))))))))

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau reader

warnings: nsfw 18+ under the cut

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“You’re doing so well,” he groaned in your ear. “So good for me.”

This had been going on for hours, Aaron pummeling into you at a speed and force previously unknown to man. At least, that’s what it felt like. 

“Aaron!” you moaned into his ear. He had you on your back on the couch of his office. His tall body dwarfed yours beneath him as he rocked his hips into yours. 

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispered breathlessly. “We don’t want everyone hearing, do we?”

You shook your head violently, as you clamped down on him once again, feeling closer to your peak than ever before. You muffled your moans behind your clenched teeth and a hand you smacked over your mouth, more afraid of Aaron pulling away and leaving you unsatisfied than how much it would hurt. 

“Good girl,” he smirked, placing kisses on your bruised neck and exposed chest. This was so dirty. Office sex? Really? 

But, it had been late and you were both really tired. It was meant to just be cuddling on his couch as he finished up reports, but it quickly turned into him on top of you with the blind pulled and the door locked. Your work-appropriate blouse had been almost fully opened, your bottom half bare. Aaron was shirtless with his trousers and boxers down at his knees as he fucked you. God, it might’ve been wrong but it felt so good. 

“So good for me,” he whimpered, getting closer and closer to his peak. “So beautiful, my beautiful girl,” he groaned against your skin. “‘Love you s’much.” 

 His kisses were leaving even more marks but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was making you feel this good. His finger circling where you needed him most, him inside you, you were euphoric as you came around his cock, a probably- too- loud moan leaving your lips, Aaron came seconds after, pulling out and squirting ropes of his cum all over your blouse and his stomach. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

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criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, top gun, obx, hunger games, marvel+)

[ponyojujuu]

&team’s hyung line reaction to you moaning their name in you’re sleep?

my first anon request!! omg this idea is crazy good but i gotchu

18+ mdni! suggestive content under the cut

k - It was a cozy night for you and you’re boyfriend. k had gotten home a bit early off of work just to spend time with you, his princess. you specifically requested to watch a movie that night, but it didn’t take long before you were fast asleep in his lap. k would coo you sweetly. brushing a strand of hair out of your face with the lightest touch careful not to wake you up in the action. he was about to gently tuck you under the covers bringing the duvet right above your sleep shorts that barely covered your ass. just then he heard you make a noise. “mmf.. k-” you choked out in lazy breathless groan. his entire body frozen beneath your limp body. did he hear what he thought he did? it didn’t help how enticing you already looked displayed in one of his collared shirts loosely covering your torso, meanwhile your sleep shorts riding your ass. before he could even continue getting you covered up, another lewd moan escaped. “harder…k” you whined. he was really trying to hold back, but that second time you called his name he couldn’t. “baby” k whispered as he ever so gently woke you up. “is my princess having a wet dream?” despite his sweet and loving voice, the dirty talk didn’t hesitate to fall from his lips. meanwhile you’re arousal had built up between your legs drenching you’re panties. you woke up, still a bit hazy from you’re sleep but you quickly nodded. looking up at him with dough eyes that read please-fuck-me. k looked relieved since he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the growing boner in his lap. flipping your position he effortlessly pushes you to lay on your back. you let him man handle you, a guttural whimper escaping when he pulls your pants off roughly to your ankles. feeling the cold air crisp between your folds. k waists no time on removing your shirt, instead freeing his bulging member that hits his stomach right when you see it. his long cock coursing through your velvet walls. your guys’ moans mixing together to create lewd sounds of sex.

fuma - you and fuma had just finished having the best sex. it always was with him, his stamina was amazing, and his strength allowed for fun positions. you could never get enough of him. but after you ended the last round he’d ask you. “too much?” panting and completely breathless. you nod, and he places a peck to your sweaty forehead. cleaning you both up, and you cuddle naked to sleep. however you fall asleep first from the exhaustion. meanwhile fuma feels himself getting worked up all over again as your ass sits so perfectly over his dick while you lay together. he tightens his grip on you, but doesn’t wake you. mentally trying to control himself at first. he manages to steady his thoughts as you sleep. after having such fun with your boyfriend your mind can only playback the moments in your head. as you sleep your dream resembles a similar situation where fuma is thrusting into you balls deep. causing you to squirm in your sleep brushing right against his cock. as if that couldn’t get any worse, you moan. the whiny whimper escaping your lips that fuma was way to familiar with. “ahh! f-fuma! please don’t stop” hearing those familiar words come from your mouth made his teeth clench. “this dirty slut really didn’t want me to stop huh..” he spat a bit, coming to realization that you wanted more of him. it was true all you could think about was him. fuma started to grinds his cock against your folds until slick began oozing out of you and even yourself started to hump him in your sleep. “yeah? you want this don’t you? deep in your pretty little pussy, don’t you.” he’d whisper to you, his grip tight on your arms. then you woke up, your walls clenching to nothing as they begged for him silently. “mmf.. m-more..” you’d whine desperately as you realize your being deprived of him filling you up. fuma only chuckles. “don’t lie about wanting to go longer next time sweetheart, i know you can take it.” he smirks against your skin. placing a kiss to your neck that turned to soft bite. you’d moan and become a whiny mess all over again just like before. as he aligned his hips with your tight hole pushing in effortlessly. you’re arousal creating a deep portal for him to fill you up in. dirty talk alluding from his mouth on repeat as you were unable to respond from being completely lost in lustful pleasure. he’d fill you up with his precious cum all over again your juices mixing with his and wetting the bed yet again. you’d both laugh in realization of how many rounds you actually did. “i love how well you take me, pretty girl”

nicholas - nicholas thought he would be able to handle hearing you moan in your sleep but goodness, he could not. that night you had already teased nicholas in a ton of foreplay, getting his cock bulging beneath his boxers and pulsing. but since he had just finished work not to long ago he insisted on taking a shower. of course you let him. but in the mean time you end up falling asleep on the couch. not even remembering when or how your eyes closed. you however were already needy for him too. your mind was clouded with thoughts on how he’d rail you later. naturally it transferred straight to your dreams. nicholas came out of the bathroom excited to say the least. a towel draping pleasantly over his wet and naked body. “is my girl ready for me?” he called out to you, a mischievous grin on his face. only to find you passed out on the couch. he couldn’t help his pout, since he wasn’t able to shake his boner now. “nicholas! i’m gonna..” you whined out in your sleep. a small puddle of drool wetting the couch cushions. nicholas felt his pink tip throb from you’re moan. his eyes narrowing as he stared down at your body. “you’re gonna what hm?” he’d ask you, knowing damn well you wouldn’t respond. but just as he said that he could see you’re body shaking. desperate and need, and your lower half was starting to get covered in slick. nicholas could see just how desperate you were for his cock. “fuck it” nicholas mutters. roughly pushing you to lay your back on the couch, and spreading your legs wide open for him. from his rough movements you wake up with a gasp, as your now wet cunt is revealed in front of nicholas. “let me make you cum, like i did in your dream” he’d growl in a confident glare. you didn’t protest since you wanted this not only before you drifted to sleep but in your dream too. his wet tongue lapped up your folds as his large thick fingers thrusted into your cervix. pressing your hips into the couch so you wouldn’t grind him for more. “i want you” you’d beg, only making his cock twitch more. “oh you’ll get me, we’re just now getting started.”

ej - when you moaned in your sleep, euijoo didn’t know how to react at all. that morning euijoo woke up first. he had the weekend off and he was gonna spend it with none other than you, his girlfriend. watching as you slept peacefully in t-shirt and nothing else. he got up and went to the kitchen, still only in his boxers. making the two of you a cup of coffee, wanting you to wake up to his nice gestures. euijoo was always sweet and caring but he wasn’t shy when it came to sexual desires. and neither were you. last night actually the two of you had a wonderful night filled with him endlessly pounding you, causing the whole headboard to shake. hints why you were still wearing his shirt, and he still had his boxers on. that morning you guys planned to stay in and spend some time together, but for some reason you’re mind was still thinking about last night. your dream consisted of vivid memories. remembering his fucked out expression when he was above you. arousal started to wet your folds only falling to the sheets since you were naked under his shirt. you’d squirm in bed a few times. euijoo came back in placing the coffee to the bed side table. still not up? he thought in surprise. he didn’t mind watching you sleep a while longer. but your next movement sent a chill through his body. he shivered in shock unable to grasp the situation. “euijoo.. f-feels so good! c-cum inside..” you effortlessly begged. the whine echoed in euijoo’s brain as he listened to you. heavy breaths and nasty moans fell from your lips as you slept. and euijoo’s breath only quickened as his boxers became completely full with his cock. he couldn’t bare to wake you up no matter how desperately horny he was. but he couldn’t just do nothing. snaking his cold long fingers in his pants he palmed himself. your moans replaying in his mind as he watched your beautiful limp body to get off. soon pulling his boxers down just to stroke himself. however he couldn’t stop the noises he’d make, even though he tried extremely hard. biting his lips, but still loud grunts and groans mixed with your sleepy pants from your wet dream. until suddenly it overpowered and yours eyes fluttered open. only to be presented with the vulgar image of euijoo jacking off and moaning. he looked so pretty with his eye brows knit together, eyes shut tightly, and his hand moving at lightening speed to get himself off. “let me help” you’d say, your voice still groggy but yet still seductive and sweet. your hand cupping his tip and squeezing it easily. his eyes shot open wide, a faint blush on his cheeks. his cock throbbing underneath your hand. “y/n- baby- i- when did you wake up?” he would quickly stammer in pure embarrassment of you catching him. “your moans were so pretty.. but i didn’t wanna wake you” he’d admit with a sheepish smile and quiet voice. unable to stop twitching since your warm hand still engulfed his member. you’d smile from his cute explanation, spitting onto his tip. he’d hiss from the wetness. “it’s okay love, i was thinking of you too” a shy smile on your face since admitting to your wet dream seemed embarrassing. although it didn’t matter now that you both craved each other. straddling his lap now, you used his shoulders as handles to guide your way onto his dick. a loud moan escaping both of your guys’ lips as you bottomed him out completely. your tight walls clenched around euijoo so perfectly, it was warm and wet from your slick. “shit.” a pretty curse would fall from his lips as he struggles to not cum right then and there. you began riding him at a steady pace that quickens as your need for him quicken too. your gaze focused on his closed eyes that soon opened to watch you ride him. his hands holding your hips to support you. “you’re so amazing love, you ride me so good.. i’m so proud of you” he’d praise you with a weak smile as you both chased your high. until he gladly came inside you finally. his tip swollen, as your cunt was raw. “just like my dream..” you said in a pant earning a chuckle from him and you both.

a/n: first post.. 😳 how’d i do? sorry for grammar mistakes i tried my best to proof read! also thanks for the submissions getting to talk of them very soon <3

[ejudollz]

okay guys so me and @tigerseobie were talking and they sent me this and asked which teamie it fits... what do u guys think 😫

[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.”

[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.

[23victoria]

a christmas fairytale!

​​pairings: 𝓵𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

synopsis: 𝓵𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼!

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The snow was lightly falling outside your bedroom window, tiny flurries caught in the pale glow of the streetlights. You had been absentmindedly sipping on your tea, the warmth a small comfort as you thought back to childhood memories of Christmas mornings. It had been years since you’d had a true white Christmas—so long, in fact, you could barely remember the last one. You’d sighed, mentioning this casually to Lewis a few days ago while you both were curled up on the couch.

“I’ve always wanted to experience a white Christmas again,” you’d said softly. “It just feels magical, you know? Like something out of a storybook.”

Lewis had nodded at the time, pulling you closer into his chest and murmuring something about making sure you’d get your Christmas miracle someday. You hadn’t thought much about it since then, figuring it was just another fleeting conversation.

So when Lewis walked into your shared bedroom late one evening, an excited sparkle in his eye and an air of mystery surrounding him, you had no idea what was coming.

“Pack your things,” he said, his grin infectious.

You blinked, lowering your mug. “What? Why? Where are we going?”

He chuckled, crossing the room to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Just trust me, yeah? We’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow morning.”

“Lewis—what? A flight?” You stared at him, your mind already racing. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see,” he teased, that mischievous glint in his eye making your heart flutter. “Just pack warm. And don’t worry about anything else—your self-care stuff is already sorted.”

You couldn’t argue with that. The next morning, you found yourself seated next to him on a private flight, still trying to piece together what was happening. Lewis, of course, was playing it cool, flipping through a magazine like he wasn’t hiding the world’s best-kept secret.

“Lewis,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “What did you do?”

He glanced up, that cheeky smile making an appearance again. “You’ll see, love. Patience.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He had a way of making everything feel exciting, even when you didn’t know what was happening. The flight was smooth, and soon enough, you were landing in a place that seemed straight out of a winter wonderland.

As you stepped off the plane and into the crisp, snowy air, your jaw dropped. Towering pine trees dusted with fresh snow surrounded the small airport, the mountains in the distance gleaming under the winter sun. You turned to Lewis, eyes wide.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, your breath visible in the cold air.

He grinned, shrugging nonchalantly. “We’re not even at the place yet.”

A squeal escaped you as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. “You’re amazing! I can’t believe this!”

He laughed, spinning you around once before setting you down. “Just wait, love. This is only the beginning.”

The drive to your destination was nothing short of magical. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scenery—the way the snow blanketed everything in sight, the way the sunlight glinted off the icy rivers. Lewis kept glancing at you, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips every time he caught you marveling at the view.

Finally, you arrived at the cabin. And by “cabin,” it was more of a luxurious winter retreat. The sprawling wooden structure was nestled in a clearing, smoke curling from the chimney, and fairy lights twinkling along the roofline. You stepped out of the car, your breath catching in your throat.

“Holy moly,” you whispered. “You booked us a cabin?”

Lewis stepped beside you, slipping his arm around your waist. “Actually,” he said, his tone casual but his smile knowing, “I bought it.”

Your head whipped around to look at him. “What? You bought it?”

“Well, I figured if we’re going to make this a tradition, we’d need a place to call our own.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “What do you think?”

You stared at him, your heart swelling to the point of bursting. “You’re crazy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Crazy for you,” he countered, his voice soft and teasing.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my girl,” he murmured against your lips.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of Christmas magic. Lewis had planned everything to perfection. One morning, you went skiing, and though you weren’t the most graceful on the slopes, Lewis was right there with you, laughing and cheering you on.

“Okay, okay,” he said, helping you back up after yet another tumble. “Maybe skiing isn’t your thing, but you look adorable trying.”

You playfully shoved him, but his laugh was infectious, and soon you were both laughing so hard you could barely stand.

Later, you built a snowman together in the clearing behind the cabin. Lewis insisted on giving it a racing helmet, made from a spare beanie and some sticks.

“He’s got to represent,” Lewis said, standing back to admire your handiwork.

The snowball fight that followed was chaotic and full of laughter. You squealed as Lewis tackled you into a snowbank, his grin triumphant as he pinned you down.

“Say mercy,” he teased, holding a snowball over your head.

“Never!” you shot back, grabbing a handful of snow and smushing it into his face. He let out a dramatic gasp before bursting into laughter, pulling you close and rolling onto his back, both of you lying in the snow, breathless and happy.

You visited the nearby town, taking pictures by the massive Christmas tree in the town square. The twinkling lights and festive decorations made everything feel even more magical. That evening, you attended a Christmas show, the local performers putting on a charming play that had you both laughing and applauding.

Decorating the tree in the cabin became one of your favorite moments. Lewis had brought ornaments, each one carefully chosen to reflect something meaningful in your relationship—a tiny racing car, a globe for your travels, a music note for your shared love of music. By the time the tree was finished, it felt like a piece of your heart was glowing right there in the living room.

“This is perfect,” you said, standing back to admire it.

“You’re perfect,” Lewis replied, pulling you into his arms.

The final evening, after a beautiful dinner at a nearby restaurant, you walked hand-in-hand up the snow-dusted driveway to the cabin. Lewis looked dashing in his slacks and button-up shirt, and you felt like a queen in your long red dress and heels.

“This has been so beautiful,” you said, your voice soft as you gazed up at the starry sky. “I wish my family could experience this.”

Lewis smiled, his expression unreadable. “I know,” he said simply.

When you opened the cabin door, the sight that greeted you made you freeze in your tracks. There, standing in the warm glow of the living room, were your family and his, all smiling and waiting for you.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears filled your eyes. “Oh my God!” you cried, rushing forward to hug them. “It’s so good to see you all!”

You turned to Lewis, ready to thank him, but the words died in your throat when you saw him down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hands. Your breath hitched, your hands flying to cover your mouth again.

“Lewis…” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “Y/N, you’ve made my life brighter in ways I never thought possible. Every moment with you is a gift, and I can’t imagine spending another day without you by my side. You are my heart, my home, my everything. So, Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

You were already nodding before he even finished, your voice breaking as you said, “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you threw your arms around him, kissing him deeply as your family cheered. When you finally pulled back, you whispered, “I’m so grateful for you. I love you so much. Thank you for everything.”

He smiled, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too, my love. Anything for you.”

And as you stood there, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew this was a Christmas you’d never forget.

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[joloml]

hiii! could you make an imagine about maki getting jelous and confessing please? thank you so much ♥

MOMENTS OF SILENCE

maki &team jealousy confession

pairing jealousmaki!&team x reader

warnings smooching and like two swear words towards the end

notes wow my first imagine guys i’m growing up so fast🥹🥹all jokes aside tho im actually really nervous to publish this so if it sucks i am so sorry

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growing up next door to maki, you guys were known as the duo. you both were inseparable—you did everything together.

when maki decided he wanted to become an idol, you were the most supportive out of everyone. you stuck by his side through the whole process, and it only made your friendship grow even more.

when he was officially in &team and they had their debut, you were always the first to know everything that was going on — even the things that weren’t supposed to be out to the public yet.

now, a few years after their debut, you not only became friends with his members, but they see you as family as well.

your friendship with maki has also grown, but so have your feelings for him. you can’t help but notice how well maki has been aging. his features are striking — everything about him is attractive.

also, after you stopped getting taller and settled on a height, he just seems to keep growing. he towers over you, which you can’t help but find it undeniably hot when he has to look/lean down to talk to you.

on the other hand, you had a massive glow up too. learning how to take care of your skin, hair, and upping your style, maki can’t deny finding you to be the most beautiful girl he’s seen.

you don’t know that though. both of your feelings for each other has always gone unspoken for. the lingering touches and the admiring glances between you two had always been brushed off, neither of you wanting to confess.

you had always been touchy with each other, never making it weird. that’s why, as you’re sitting abnormally close to maki — practically laying on him — none of his members find it unusual. he has one arm wrapped casually around your waist, trapping you in his hold. you scroll through your phone, watching tiktoks until harua makes his way towards you guys.

you look up, giving him a smile. you feel maki tighten his hold around you as harua places himself next to you on the couch.

“hey y/n, i found some new ideas for our handshake,” harua says. “since we can’t seem to settle on a good one.”

maki tenses up at the mention of a handshake. thats always been your guys’ thing. and as much as he hates to admit it, the thought of you having a handshake with someone else made him incredibly jealous.

“alright, show me what you came up with,” you smile. you try to shift to the side to get a better view, but maki’s tight grip around you makes you unable to move. “maki, could you loosen up a bit? i can’t move.”

“sorry,” he mutters, not tearing his eyes away from the phone in his hand. he lets go of you ever so slightly, just barely allowing you to turn your body.

you furrow your brows, confused as to why he seems annoyed. you just decide to brush it off, and refocus on harua.

harua shows you his ideas, some of them more complex than the others. after a few minutes of trying to master the complex ones, you eventually decide to settle on the easier movements.

maki watches you both out of the corner of his eye, wishing that it was him making you laugh like harua is.

and not to mention the way your hands are all over each other (peep the hand in handshake), he doesn’t want anyone else touching you other than himself.

he loves but hates the way that his members care for you so much. he misses the times when it was a little awkward between everyone, so he had your full attention all the time.

now, he only gets to talk to you a minimal amount when you’re in the studio with him because his members are always wanting to hang out with you.

your loud laugh snaps him out of his trance, and he sees you grab harua’s arm from laughing so hard.

he looks away, not wanting to get more annoyed. he notices that his jealousy level has been unusually high today, making him quieter than normal.

you also caught onto his quietness earlier in the day, and you just assumed he was having a rough morning.

you had no idea that he was pissed because you were giving other people more attention.

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after messing around with harua for another hour or so, everyone completed their daily duties, and decided to head out.

you wait for maki patiently by the door as you bundle up in your coat, preparing yourself to walk home in the cold weather.

after a minute, maki finds you by the door and he holds it open for you, allowing you to walk outside. you’re both silent, as maki’s jealously level hasn’t fallen since the handshake incident.

the tension in the air is too noticeable, and you glance at him as you both make your way down the snowy sidewalk.

“are you okay?” you finally speak up, clouds of smoke coming out of your mouth from how cold the air is.

he only nods.

you stay quiet for a minute, not knowing what to say.

“…did i do something?” you ask, your voice quiet.

“do you like harua?” he blurts out after a moment of silence.

“of course i like harua,” you respond, your voice laced with confusion. “why wouldn’t i?”

“no, not like that,” he shakes his head, keeping his gaze ahead of him. “i mean, do you like-like him.”

“oh- oh. no, maki,” you laugh, but immediately stop when you see that he doesn’t find this amusing. “i love harua, only as a friend. why are you asking?”

another moment of silence.

“you guys just seem.. close. that’s all,” he says, glancing at you for the first time since you left the studio. the glance is piercing, his eyes dark and features slightly tightened. his jaw is clenched, and he keeps his hands in his pockets.

reverting his eyes back to the gloomy and misty sidewalk in front of him, you shiver.

but not from the cold.

“are you jealous or something?” you slightly smile, still wondering why he would be questioning this.

when he doesn’t respond, you start laughing.

“oh my gosh, you are jealous!” you teasingly laugh. “maki, you’re literally my closest friend out of everyone i know. i don’t know why you think that i like harua more than you—“

“that’s not why i’m jealous,” he cuts you off, stopping in his tracks. you stop too, and you both turn to face each other.

“then why are you?”

he lets out a huff, looking everywhere but at you.

“because i like you, okay?”

silence overcomes the two of you again, for the hundredth time today.

“oh.” you’re not sure what to say.

“gosh, i’ve just—“ he pauses, looking around and running a stressed hand through his hair. “i began to like you ever since i told you i wanted to become an idol. you were so supportive of me, i just felt like you were the only person who truly cared for me.”

you reach your hand up in the middle of his speech, and run your fingers through his hair to brush the snowflakes out of it.

“i’ve been too scared to tell you, but seeing you all close with the other members just made me realize that i like having your attention maybe a little too much, and— can you stop that?” he swats at your hand that’s still brushing the snowflakes out.

you pull your hand away, “sorry. continue.”

but instead of continuing, he just stares at you.

silently.

the silence kills him.

“fuck it.”

he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him, crashing your lips together. your eyes widen in shock for a moment before they flutter shut as you melt into his touch.

maki lets go of your neck and moves his hands to wrap around your waist, not once breaking the kiss. you place a hand on his chest, and you let the other gently grab his jaw.

you can feel your heart pounding against your chest as the kiss deepens. his lips feel unbelievably soft, and the unusual warmth between the two of you — given that it’s barely even 20° — makes you never want to let go of each other.

you eventually have to though.

as you slowly pull apart, you rest your forehead against his, still holding onto his jaw. maki lets out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding.

“so…” you pull your head away from him, reluctantly letting go of his jaw.

“don’t even say anything,” he says, and as you pull away, you get a clear view of how flustered he is.

“alright, i won’t,” you shrug, feeling how red your cheeks are too.

you grab his hand, and resume your walk back home in a comfortable silence.