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5sospenguinqueen · 8 days ago

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Taste - Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: She’ll just have to taste you when he’s kissing her. When Max and Kelly break up, the pair of you start something sweet. But, it only lasts a short while when your conflicting schedules drive him back into her arms.

Warnings: Kelly Piquet slander.

Requested: No, I’m just obsessed with making up fantasies whilst I drive home from work with my music on

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter (yes, I know she’s used a lot but I stole her song and her occupation so why not steal her face)

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f1wags max verstappen and kelly piquet both confirmed they have seperated, posting a short statement on their instagram stories. the news comes after months of speculation after explosive arguments were caught on camera

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user1 omg did anyone see that red bull admin liked this and then unliked it

user2 thank god! i’ve been waiting for this day for ever

user3 can we see him date someone his own age now that didn’t go after him when he was a teen?

user4 finally! turns out manifesting works

user5 he always looked so upset after they argued. hopefully he finds someone good for him

user6 hear me out, but how hot would he look with yn ln

→ user7 like they’d ever cross paths. he’s an athlete and she’s a pop star

→ user6 yes but my point is that they would look hot together

→ user8 he did have one of her songs playing in the background of a stream once?

user9 i love how she’s really laying it on thick in hers and he’s just like “yeah, it’s over”

→ user10 we love an unbothered king

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mclaren we have a special guest in the garage this weekend. thank you @/yn_ln for joining us

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yn_ln thank you so much for having me! i had an amazing weekend but i don’t think i’ll be in a rush to do hot laps again

→ landonorris don’t be like that. i know you had fun!

→ yn_ln idk who trusted you with a licence but they should be fired

→ landonorris idk why they call you short and sweet :(

user1 she looks soooo good wtf liked by maxverstappen1

oscarpiastri it was really fun having you in the garage. thank you for making lando seem tall. now he’ll be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend

→ yn_ln f1 girlies, can you tell me if he’s dating the curly haired one?

→ oscarpiastri well played. i apologise for bringing your height into this

→ user2 yes, yes they are, yn

user3 chat, is this real? my fave singer in my fave team’s garage! two worlds colliding

charles_leclerc omg please stop by ferrari. my girlfriend, alex, absolutely loves you

→ yn_ln come pick me up! (‘cause i don’t know my way around the paddock) and i’d love to meet her

user4 omg somebody tell max. i hope she gets lost and stumbles into red bull

→ user5 my delusions might come true if that happens

→ user6 he saw her when charles was walking her over to ferrari

→ user4 and?!

→ user6 nothing. he turned around and went back into the garage

→ user7 yeah after he went bright red!

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f1wags only two months since his split from model, kelly piquet, max verstappen has been linked to singer, yn ln. the pair have been spotted numerous times on dates and caught in moments of affection

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user8 yn’s clothing brand liked this!

→ user9 that doesn’t mean anything?

→ user8 well, considering that is her own brand, and they’re a part of her image, i’d say it means something

user10 anyone else notice that they’re wearing different outfits in every photo, which means they’re all from different days/dates

user11 i’m going feral

user12 okay but you can’t even deny that this is them because it very clearly is

user13 people said i was crazy when i talked about these two being together!

user14 they’re so hot together. i might actually combust

user15 i’m (s)creaming

user16 the hand holding 🥹 they’re not just fucking

user17 my new otp

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kellypiquet my 🩷

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→ user1 aha this is such a dry response lmao

user2 wtf? i thought he was with yn

→ user3 that was just a rumour

user4 he looks much better with yn

→ user5 yeah but she can’t give him the stable relationship he needs so no wonder he went back to kelly. she’s always there lmao

→ user6 yeah because she never lets that man go. she’s possessive and it’s not healthy

user7 max is so cute with p

user8 my favourite thing about this post is that all of these pics are old because max is currently in a press conference with his long hair, not these short strands

user9 how could he leave yn like this? they were so cute together

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yn_ln in honour of my tour starting, please enjoy my new single taste! 💋

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user1 omg a new album, a new tour and an additional song?

alexandrasaintmleux got this on repeat

→ charles_leclerc this is true. it’s all we’ve had in the car

→ alexandrasaintmleux don’t act like you don’t know all the words

user2 this was 100% written because of the max situation

jennaortega but how hot do we look

user3 not kelly liking this!

→ user4 i like to think the middle picture is aimed at her for stealing yn’s man

redbullracing blue is definitely your colour

→ mclaren she looks better in orange

→ scuderiaferrari we think she should try red next

→ yn_ln i’ll wear whatever colour invites me to watch rich men drive around in circles next

→ alpinef1team pink it is!

landonorris i liked the parts where you died

oscarpiastri oh so you’re allowed to make height comments but i wasn’t?

→ yn_ln please refer to the middle picture

user5 chat, i can’t stop thinking about “he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue”

→ user6 max verstappen, i was not familiar

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yn_ln i heard there’s some sort of race on so i thought i would show some support. let’s play spot the team

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user7 omg did you see that charles and alex were there!

→ user8 and pierre and kika

→ user9 well, we know who got charles in the divorce

user10 we all know who red bull wants in max’s garage 👀

→ user11 the fact that they liked a gossip post of him dumping kelly and are now all over yn’s insta

user12 okay but the placement of the bulls has me weak in the knees

user13 who’s your favourite driver?

→ yn_ln daniel ricciardo

→ danielricciardo showing this to everyone i know

→ user14 does that include max? liked by danielricciardo

user15 we love a petty queen because you can’t tell me the writing isn’t aimed at kelly and max

→ user16 and the bull instead of the kiss

mclaren we’re hurt. truly hurt that you didn’t post a pic with our logo

→ yn_ln you have a whole insta post dedicated to you!

alexandrasaintmleux the hottest concert i’ve ever been to

→ charles_leclerc still can’t believe she arrested you when i was right there

landonorris does this mean you can come to the race? like you’re practically already there??

→ oscarpiastri i second this

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requests open. i'm just slow haha

coming soon; lewis hamilton baby angst

this wasn’t due out until next week but MAX WON!!! And so I’m posting this in honour of that. I’m just sorry this was planned as angst 😬😂

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cutieln4 · 2 months ago

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Hot Laps | LN4 smau

lando norris x reader

summary: lando takes an actress on a hot lap. they immediately have chemistry.

fc: marsai martin, pinterest girls

a/n: GUYS IM SORRY!!!! college is kicking my ass and my friends are being fake so i'm sorry it's been a while my motivation has kinda been down :( also sorry it's short

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yourusername new movie coming out soon!!! go watch it!!

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username1 I CAN'T WAIT OMGGGG

zendaya gorgeous as always

yourusername love u girl🫶

username2 YOU ARE GLOWING

username3 looked at myself and sighed

username4 i'm sat

username5 mother is mothering

username6 IM SO EXCITED

username7 face card never declines

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username1 OMG I HOPE I SEE YOU

username2 lock your doors

username3 ugh more celebrities that know nothing about f1 getting invited🙄

mclaren We're excited to have you!

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f1 Lando Norris takes actress Y/n Y/l/n on a hot lap! Watch the full video here

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username1 holy crap

username2 no longer lando norizz😭

yourusername i was only a little bit scared!

landonorris just a bit?

username3 ok so now i need them to date

username4 how was lando able to focus while she looked at him like that?? i would fold immediately

username5 they were both so quick with their responses like the chemistry is insane

username6 idk who i'm jealous of more

username7 it felt like i was interrupting something

username8 she's so beautiful

username9 it was all too much for little lando norris

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landonorris WOOOO P1!!!! Thanks for being my good luck charm, @.yourusername you'll have to come to races more often😉

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username1 HELLLOOOO????

danielricciardo they grow up so fast🥹

username2 what happened to shame?

yourusername of course! you'll just have to invite me :)

landonorris see you soon!

username3 OMG???

oscarpiastri Good job mate!

username4 IM SO HAPPY I CRIED

username5 lando norris is a grand prix winner🥳

username6 i'm still smiling

username7 congrats but the caption is crazy, rizz unmatched

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yourusername thank you again mclaren for the invite, i think papaya is my color! and i even got to see some cute boy win!

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username1 "some cute boy" yeah okay

username2 i love the online flirting now kiss pls

landonorris you definitely belong in papaya🧡

yourusername oh yeah?

username3 LANDOS COMMENT BYE

username4 oh to be able to flirt with lando norris

username5 okay but why is no one talking about how STUNNING she is

landonorris i'm talking about it

username5 OMG

username6 when will it be my turn😣

username7 new wag PLEASE

username8 they NEED to date or else i will be upset

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landonorris nice little break😊

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username1 WHAT

username2 wait...but y/n posted a few days ago and she was shooting a movie, so who is this???

username3 streets are saying this isn't y/n😔

yourusername looks fun, invite me next time!

username4 oh so it wasn't her

username5 i am a child of divorce

username6 WDYM THATS NOT Y/N??

username7 but they would literally be the IT couple

username8 fr, the chemistry was unmatched

username9 guys what if she's just saying that to throw us off?

username10 okay but she is literally filming for a movie she can't just go on vacation

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username1 YES MY PARENTS HAVE REUNITED

landonorris hmm i don't know, you should ask him🤔

username2 is his gf ok with you calling him cute??? homewrecker

username3 interesting...

username4 THE HEART IM CRYING

username5 yall are so perfect

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yourusername fun weekend😚

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username1 WHITE BOY SPOTTED

username2 dare i say it...is that lando

username3 he already has a gf

username4 you know who's eyes look like that?🤭

username5 bruh there's billions of people in this world it could be anyone

username6 hold on im trying to spell gorjus

username7 interesting...

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landonorris fuck a soft launch

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username1 OMG I KNEW IT

yourusername LANDO WHAT ABOUT OUR PLAN??

landonorris sorry🤷‍♂️

yourusername ur lucky i love you

username2 YALL TRICKED US WTF

username3 bout time omfg

maxfewtrell Congrats, mate!

username4 yayy!! sleeping on the highway tonight🤗

username5 power couple fr

username6 quick everyone act surprised!

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yourusername yes it was me all along

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username1 MY PARENTS IM SO HAPPY

username2 dare i say the hottest couple ever??

landonorris my sweetheart🧡

username3 when will it be my turn😫

username4 HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

username5 i want what they have

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propertyofwicked · 5 months ago

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DIAL DRUNK - LN

summary - lando had always been her rock, her best friend whose laughter brightened her darkest days. but when she drifted away after starting a new relationship, lando was left confused and heartbroken, eventually discovering the painful truth of her struggles and the depths of his unwavering loyalty.

warnings - mention of toxic + somewhat abusive boyfriend (not lando), fighting, alcohol - happy ending (cos im not mean)

please stay safe and dont read this if any of these warnings will effect you! i will be back with a new post soon! look after yourselves <3

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lando norris had always been the light in her life, the best friend who made everything better with his infectious laughter and unwavering support. their bond was unbreakable, or so he thought. but when she started dating her new boyfriend, everything changed. she stopped answering his calls, missed their regular meet-ups, and slowly drifted away. everyone was surprised when she stopped showing up to races, or when she no longer appeared on lando’s instagram - both in pictures and the comments.

lando was confused and hurt, but he respected her decision, believing she was simply busy with her new relationship. and even if he only heard from her when she sent a text to congratulate him on a race result, he was just happy she was still supporting him from wherever she was.

the first time she hadn’t attended one of his races, he had texted her afterward, "missed you this weekend, hope everything's okay." her reply came hours later: "sorry, got caught up with something. next time for sure." but there was no next time. race after race, her absence was palpable.

the missed calls were harder to ignore. at first, she would call back with an excuse. "sorry, my phone was on silent," or "i was out with friends, lost track of time." but soon, she stopped calling back altogether. lando's messages grew more worried, but he tried to keep them light. "everything alright? feels like we haven't talked in ages." the responses were always brief, vague, and unsatisfying. "yeah, just busy. talk soon."

then came the day he saw a picture of her and her boyfriend on social media. they looked happy, but something about her smile seemed off. forced. he left a comment, something friendly and supportive, but she didn't reply. she didn't even like the comment. lando felt a knot in his stomach. something was wrong, but he didn't know what, and she wasn't letting him in.

the isolation gnawed at him. he missed their late-night conversations, the way they would laugh until their sides hurt. he missed her being the first person he called with good news, and the one who would cheer him up when things didn't go as planned. it was like a piece of his life had gone missing, and he had no idea how to get it back.

one night, after a particularly tough race, lando found himself dialling her number, despite knowing she probably wouldn't answer. the phone rang and rang, and just as he was about to hang up, she picked up. her voice was a whisper.

"lando, i can't talk right now."

"what's going on?" he asked, his voice breaking. "why are you shutting me out?"

there was a long pause. he could hear her breathing, could almost feel the weight of whatever she was struggling with.

"it's... complicated," she finally said. "i'm sorry."

"complicated how?" he pressed.

"i can't," she whispered. "i'm sorry." and then she hung up.

lando stared at his phone, feeling more lost and helpless than ever. what had happened to her? why was she pushing him away? he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, but without her willing to talk, he had no way to help her.

the texts and calls grew less frequent. she stopped liking his posts, stopped commenting on his photos. it was like she had disappeared from his life entirely. the only sign he had that she was still out there were the occasional texts after a race, short messages of congratulations that felt hollow and distant.

each time his phone buzzed with one of those messages, it was a bittersweet moment. he was glad she still cared enough to reach out, but the emptiness of her words was a constant reminder of how far apart they had drifted. he missed her more than he could put into words, and the pain of her absence was a constant ache in his chest.

he truly didn’t expect to see her that night, especially not stood at the bar of a busy club that he and max had gone to, and not stood alone.

“y/n hey!” he called out, approaching her quickly and taking her in a quick embrace as he tried desperately to ignore the way she flinches and stiffened her posture.

“hi!” she replied, smiling at him nonetheless.

“how have you been? i feel like i haven’t seen you in a while.”

“i’m ok - how are you? still reeling from your first win?” she replied again, her posture softening as the bar tender handed her a glass of white wine. again, lando tried to ignore how different this was - he’d never seen her drink anything other than a malibu coke when they went out.

“i guess you could say that,” he responded happily, though not without noticing how different she looked - the was smaller, and her natural smile was gone, replaced with this horrid fake grin he had only seen on a handful of occasions, “who are you here with?”

“oh! i came with mich-”

“michael. and you are..?”

the voice had interrupted her, and her shoulders peaked up in anxiety once more as her boyfriend stood behind her, his frame towering hers slightly. he had his hand stuck out, in attempt to greet lando as if he had no idea who he was. he did. in fact, lando was a sore spot in his and y/n’s relationship.

“lando,” he replied, though neglecting to shake his hand, “i’ll leave you to it. come say hi before you leave,” he added, before turning swiftly on his heel to re-join max and a few others of their friends who had joined.

and as his drinks kept flowing, so did his thoughts. lando’s eyes were drawn to the table she sat on, looking out of place surrounded by michael and his friends. this wasn’t the y/n he knew, but he feared this was the new her, the her who was no longer his friend, no longer the girl that would spend hours with him doing everything and nothing at the same time.

lando wasn’t quite sure how drunk he was, not until he was stumbling to and from the bathroom, his vision clouded but not enough to distract him from the fact that y/n and michael had left their booth, and yet he wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t come to say goodbye. he himself thought it best to call it a night and head back to the comfort of his flat.

but then he saw them. she was arguing with her boyfriend, tears streaming down her face as michael was yelling, his grip on her arm tight and aggressive.

"you've had a face like a slapped arse all night," he snarled, his voice low but seething with anger. "you refuse to enjoy yourself unless it's your idea. you're so selfish."

"i'm not," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "i just... i don't feel comfortable here."

"oh, really? you never feel comfortable anywhere unless you're in control," michael spat, shaking her slightly. "you ruin everything."

"that's not true," she sobbed, trying to pull away. "please, michael, just let me go."

"no, we're going to sort this out right now," he growled, his grip tightening.

lando's heart pounded with a mixture of rage and concern, quickly finding himself pushing the door to the club open, barely allowing the cold night air to engulf him before he was striding over to the couple.

"hey, let her go!" lando demanded, stepping between them.

"this is none of your business," michael sneered, not loosening his grip.

"it is when you're hurting her," lando shot back, his voice steady but eyes blazing with anger. he could see the fear in her eyes, and it broke his heart.

"lando, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "just go."

"i'm not leaving you with him," lando said firmly. "not like this."

“leave it, lando. i’m fine, i promise,” she continued shakily.

“oh yeah - defend him. as per fucking usual y/n,” michael yelled once more, letting go of his grip on her arm to push her back, the two men watching as she stumbled, almost losing her footing. lando stepped quickly, grabbing her waist softly, but enough to steady her once more.

“you ok?” he whispered to her, waiting for her to nod quickly at him then spinning around to face her boyfriend once more. before he could open his mouth to speak, michael’s fist was swiftly approaching lando’s face, to which he only missed slightly - only briefly making contact with his cheek as lando dodged the hit.

“right. so that’s how we’re playing this? cool,” lando announced, no longer trying to keep his calmness at the forefront of his mind as he raised his own fist, landing a punch square to the man’s face, driven by a protective instinct, months of pent-up frustration, and, quite potentially, the alcohol streaming through him. someone called the police, and before lando knew it, he was being pulled away, handcuffed and led to a police car.

“sir - your emergency contact is still not answering our calls - is there anyone else you’d like us to call?”

lando's heart sank, feeling like he had truly lost her.

“who did michael call as his emergency contact?” lando asked the officer, ignoring his previous question.

“we can’t disclose that information,” the officer responded with a sigh, but looked around the room quickly before adding a hushed, “it wasn’t her. if that helps.”

lando nodded at him quickly, trying to think of anyone who could come and pick him up from the station.

“try my friend max - his number should be in my phone somewhere,” lando told him to which the officer turned to go and retrieve his phone from evidence having not needed it before as he remembered y/n’s number like it was his own name. as the officer handed him his phone, he hesitated.

“listen,” he began softly, “someone who won’t even pick up the phone... are they really worth a potential assault charge?”

lando felt a surge of anger mixed with a deep sadness. “yes, she is. or at least, the version of her that i knew was worth it,” he said firmly. “she’s been through a lot. it’s not her fault.”

any rational person would not be defending someone who had ghosted them for months on end. he was overwhelmed, sad, angry - but rational? he was far from it right now.

the officer nodded, seeing the determination in lando’s eyes. “alright, i hope things work out for you both.”

“mr norris? your ride is here,” a new officer announced an hour later, handing lando a bag of his personal belongings before sending him through the door. stood face to face with max in a police station was not his idea of a nice night out.

“come on, mate. let’s get you home,” max said, smiling sadly at him as he led them to his car, “so, when’s the court date?”

“there isn’t one, luckily,” lando told him, buckling himself in and leaning into the seat in exhaustion, “injuries weren’t severe enough and he didn’t want to press charges.”

“lucky, indeed,” max hummed, “can i ask why?”

“you can ask. do i have to answer?”

“no, i guess not.”

“good.”

the car ride was silent from then on until they arrived at lando’s building, bidding each other goodbye quickly, before parting ways. lando swore the elevator was slower at 3am as he returned to his apartment, exhausted and disheartened.

as he approached his door, he saw her sitting on the door matt, her makeup ruined by tears. she looked up, eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"lando," she choked out, standing up. lando didn't say anything at first, shocked that she was really here. he just pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as she sobbed against his chest.

"it's okay," he whispered. "i'm just glad you're here now."

they stood there for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms. finally, she pulled back, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

"i'm so sorry,” she started again, pushing through her tears, “does it hurt?” she asked him, her fingers running softly over the slight bruising that dusted his cheeks.

“oh this? this is nothing - you should see the other guy,” he joked, trying to ignore his own pain, desperate to see her smile.

“i don’t think i want to see the other guy ever again,” she replied remorsefully.

“why did you do it, y/n? why did you disappear? why did you change?”

“i-i didn’t mean to. i didn’t want to lando, really. i didn’t,” she defended, “but he would just get so jealous, so angry, any time i spoke to you, or about you. he would say things. about me. about you. things that hurt. and i just kept thinking that maybe it would get better. maybe it would stop.”

“but it didn’t,” lando added for her, trailing off slightly. she didn’t respond verbally, rather, she merely nodded at him.

“oh y/n,” he sympathised, “you should’ve said, i could’ve done something. anything.”

“i just- i thought he liked me y’know. i thought maybe after a while he’d come around. and then he would guilt me into missing your races, or delete your messages from my phone. i never meant to ignore you lan, i promise,” she sighed, tears still cascading down her face, “can you ever forgive me?"

"there's nothing to forgive," lando said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "you were in a tough situation. i'm just sorry i couldn't help you. god knows i would do anything to help you, angel."

she nodded, tears still falling, but there was a small, hopeful smile on her lips. "thank you, lando. for everything."

“come on, you want a cuppa?”

“always.”

“there she is,” he smiled at her widely, “there’s the y/n i know.”

the two shuffled inside, and lando made her a cup of tea just like old times. they talked for hours, about everything and nothing until any awkwardness from their separation dissipated into the night, until the sun began to rise. the start of a new day.

"i missed you," she whispered, her head resting on his shoulder as they sat together on the sofa, their skin illuminated by the orange tinge of sun peaking through the large windows.

"i missed you too," lando replied, gently kissing the top of her head. "and i'm never letting anything come between us again."

“tell me about miami,” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“ive already told you 3 times tonight.”

“i know, but i want to hear it again,” she whined, “i’ll never forgive myself for not being there.”

she smiled as he began to talk again, feeling safe and loved for the first time in a long while. they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's presence, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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quickstappen · 10 months ago

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track 002: the aftermath

A/N: this one's very twitter heavy, idk why, also we meet new characters

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marcilazzaro1 oh baby brother, i love you too

↳brunolazzaro03 okay okay, just stop stealing my ice cream

landonorris and what are you gonna do, you're like 12

↳brunolazzaro03 im 20 and i've been training karate since i was 6 ;)) ↳landonorris ah, got it.

maxverstappen1 can i help?

↳brunolazzaro03 i mean, i guess? can you fight? ↳charles_leclerc no, he cannot. he's like a kitten ↳maxverstappen1 i CAN fight wtf, estebanocon can confirm ↳estebanocon that wasn't a fight, it was a shove

charles_leclerc oh shit you did karaoke without me? i'm hurt

↳brunolazzaro03 don't worry, you didn't miss much. she was awful ↳marcilazzaro1 oh i'm sorry that i was having fun and not singing like a pop star ↳charles_leclerc i'm sure it wasn't that bad, but you are legally obligated to go to a karaoke bar with us now ↳marcilazzaro1 name a time and place

marci's messages:

Marci: Okay, so I do have questions. Apparently.

Claire Ask away, I've told you I'm here to answer anything I can.

Marci: He was in Milan for 17-19th June. Did you meet up then?

Claire: Wait a sec, I'll check the messages.

Claire: He texted me on the 17th, we met up the next day.

Marci: Fucking hell

Marci: What a fucking dickhead

Marci: I can't believe him

Marci: No, actually, I can't believe myself! How could I be so stupid? I KNEW something was up.

Claire: What happened?

Marci: My birthday's June 18th. I had to be in the UK for work, tried to get him to come with me as well, but he said he was needed at the factory.

Claire: What the fuckk

Claire: I'm so sorry this happened to you and for my involvement in it.

Claire: Merda, che proprio stronzo

Claire: The audacity. And his dick ain't even that good.

Marci: Jesus. Ain't that the truth

Marci: What are you doing this weekend? I still have questions and I'd rather to talk about it face to face

Marci: If that's okay with you of course.

Claire: Yeah, sure.

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marcilazzaro1 last moments in paradise ☀️ thank you for being my friends 💛 miss you already!

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jonas_braun you gotta have more free weekends

↳ marcilazzaro1 yeah, let me just say that to the big boss i'm sure he'll be very happy about that ↳ jo_king scuderiaferrari ;) ↳ scuderiaferrari sorry, boss says she's essential ↳ marcilazzaro1 🤠

sundaylover hope you had a good break! ferrari media is different without you

↳ cuddlyriccx right??? it's way less entertaining ↳ elplanxincoming and charles is not enthusiastic at all lol

yukitsunoda0511 i found a good restaurant for singapore so you better come back

↳ marcilazzaro1 i can't wait!

shithappens this is so precious to me, you don't understand

danielricciardo so is my favorite media perosn coming back to work?

↳ marcilazzaro1 i need to make a short pitstop first but yeah ;) ↳ madi_races pitstop? ↳ marcilazzaro1 🤫

charles_leclerc can't wait to have you back!

↳ ilpredestinatox i NEED to know which side is charles on here

↳ cuddlyxricc so true bestie

carlossainz55 come back, they're making us do challenges without you

MONZA post race interview:

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marcielazzaro1 turns out that the only good thing about him was his taste in women ;)

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ilpredestinatox IM SORRY???? RUE WHEN WAS THIS

elplanxincoming OH this is petty, I LOVE THIS

sundaylover this is the solidarity we need

↳shithappens she's a girl's girl 🥺

maxverstappen1 so that's what you're doing instead of working?

↳marcielazzaro1 i have boss' permisson so shush

fonzlove that's some queen shit right here

↳aussieboi YES

multi21apologist is NO ONE gonna mention the seb like??

↳ redmilton honestly, he's been in her likes for ages (since he made an acc i guess) so im kinda... used to it?

clairobernie_x who knew medicore sex could make this happen ;)

↳marcilazzaro1 CLAIRE 😳 ↳barbiegirl i just know pierre is reading this shaking in his boots

danielricciardo that's some fine views right there

sarah_scott and you didn't take me??

↳marcilazzaro1 next time babes, i promise

charles_leclerc this is amazing

↳clairobernie_x we know ;) ↳madi_races oh i like her, can we keep her?

nyoomf1 WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMOMS

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landonorizz i'm so happy they're friendly

madi_races oh they're so pretty

↳forzalec16 right??? im SO gay

marcilazzaro1 it was so good to officially meet you

↳clairobernie_x i'm so glad i reached out

shithappens this dynamic is precious, i don't wanna say "thank you pierre" but........

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Pierre ;) ↳shithappens your honor i LOVE HER

madi's radio: pt. 2 is here! next ones might take some time cause i'm just swamped with course work and i have a buch of exams this week, sorry. also how are we liking the characters and dynamics so far?

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: insomnia, medication, drugs, chronic illnesses, broken bones, mentions of overdosing,

☁️ ... this is my last ask for the day i SWEAR. how about dr kry with a sleep deprived darling / a darling who's always sleep deprived. if that doesnt work because of the setting (cause yknow in canon the darling's always napping lol), then how about a darling who has trouble sleeping. OR BOTH if you want to and can make it work. sorry i really wanna request this one cause the only time i can have a good sleep nowadays is when the weekend hits 🥲 i just want a bit of dr kry fluff 😭

He will sit with you for as long as you need, putting your needs before his. He can see that you're struggling to fall asleep. He can see the hollow half moons under your eyes and his heart will break.

"I can't watch this anymore. I'm going to go get you some sleeping pills, okay? And if they won't work I'll go get anaesthesia. Hopefully that'll be able to make you relax."

You'll get your sleeping pills and then rest back against the pillow. Dr Kry will sit with you until morning hours if needed. He'll hold your hand, play with your fingers, hug you if you want one and read for you.

"Are you feeling a little sleepy now, Y/N? Yeah? Are the pills working? Amazing. Just relax and let yourself fall asleep. I'll be here with you until you fall asleep and then I'll meet you in the morning, okay? We'll eat breakfast together, I promise."

Dr kry with s/o who suffers from migraine. Like bright lights aren’t good, eats a lot of pain killers and sleeps a lot bc of it

One of the main things with Dr Kry is that he always forces you to sleep (as seen in his headcanon), but that's because of the poisoned air he puts you in. If the lights we're bothering you as well, he'll turn them down and use small, warm nightlights to keep the room somewhat lit up. He'll try to control your intake of pain killers since he's afraid that you'll take too many, but he'll make sure that you won't be in pain one way or another.

"What? Too bright? Still? But, honey, all of the lights are already off. It's only this little light that's still on ... alright, I'll turn it off. If this continues I might have to develop nightray vision. Why don't you take a nap, Y/N? It'll make you feel better."

How would Dr Kry react to a darling who's very interested in his love life and like to tease him ? Always asking question about his possible partner, what he likes, ect ? Just to say " I don't understand why you're still single, you're so easy to love! Besides you're also very quiet, I know a lot of girls who liked the quiet bo- Wait !! Let me set you up, there's a very nice nurse I think her name is ... Charlotte? You know, the short brunette on the first floor ? She seems very kind or maybe you're gay ?? Well, there's that one dude at the cafeteria, I kinda had a crush on him at the beginning but I thinks he likes men...you could still give it a try if you want 🙂"

He'd let you have a go at it at first, hoping that it'd only be a one time thing ... but you continue to tease him every. single. day. He'll try his best to avoid the subject all together, but in the end would lose it. He'd grab your shoulders and pin you up against the wall in an attempt to make you silent.

"Shut up! Just shut up, alright?! I don't want to hear it!"

He'd noticed that he'd scared you and let your shoulders go. Backing away a step while running a hand through his hair, he'd think on how to save this situation. You'd apologize for making him mad which would only cause him to sigh heavily.

"You're so stupid, Y/N. Why can't you see that I want you? My fingers ache at the need of touching you sometimes and my heart breaks at the thought of you imagining me with someone else! I don't want anyone else. I think I'm going insane! I don't want to hear you talk about other people when you're with me. I just want you to focus on me and me only. Can you do that for me?"

He'd notice how wide your eyes were and how you started pulling your arms closer to your torso. With a hiss, he'd bring you into his arms before you had the chance to run away.

"I love you", he'd whisper.

im going to be sending in two asks bc i am mentally ill. heres the first one: how would dr kry deal with a patient who is chronically ill and frequently needs surgeries? this may or may not be self indulgent because i may or may not have just gotten surgery yesterday on my silly goofy eyeball (im fine)

He'll be right by your side. He'll take care of you and give you everything you need. When you're afraid, he'll kiss your hand and give you a reassuring smile.

"I know you're scared ... I wish I could do something to help you. I wish I could steal you away from here ... but you need these operations to survive. I'm so sorry, Y/N. What can I do to help you? Do you want something to eat? Do you want me to read for you? Yeah? Absolutely, anything for you."

second ask: i literally love dr kry so hear me out 💀 how about dr kry with a patient whos just being a total cranky BRAT to him. acting up, mouthing off, just being a little twerp. (its me. im also a little twerp)

Do you want to die? He controls your body. If you're being a little brat, he'll make sure your air is even more polluted and you 'accidentally' hurt yourself.

"Your arms are broken? Oh dear, how did that happen? Well ... i guess your silly behaviour came to bite you in the butt. Well, now you have to be a little nicer to me if you want me to care for you, okay? I don't want to help an ungrateful brat. Good, let's start over."

What would Dr. Kry do if darling tried to take a lot of pills to overdose and feel independent without him?

You'd be tied to the bed :) and have no privacy :) and never be in control again :)

I just discovered your blog and i'm in love with Dr Kry 😭what would happen if reader was sensitive to loud sounds??

He'd sound proof the room and give you ear plugs. When he's talking to you, he'll use a soft spoken voice and if he gets angry, he'll try his best to keep his composure so he won't yell at you. If there were loud bangings or sounds he can't control, he'll hide with you in the bathroom where the sounds aren't as loud. You'll have your ear plugs and his hands over your ears.

"It's alright, little one, just breathe. The noises will end soon. When they end, we'll go back out into the room and we'll read a little, okay? I'll try to find out who made these awful sounds and make sure they won't do it again."

what if we actually end up living with Dr Kry??

This man would honestly take such good care of you. You'll share a big bed, have many plants and he'd show a more humane side that he can't show in the hospital. He'll smile more, love more, talk more. The constant stress of being in the hospital and having people all around who could take you away from him takes a lot of energy that he wants to project on you.

"I've baked bread! I've wanted to try for a while. How about you come with me downstairs and get a slice with some marmalade? I know your legs are weak, I'll carry you down if you'd like."

i was wondering how would reader and dr krys relationship be if reader was nurse or doctor

He'd make sure you were scheduled together so he can spend his work shifts with you. People in the hospital would think that you're a couple. Exactly as he wants. He'll buy you lunch and stay close to you on break times. If anyone asks him if you're a couple, he'll answer with something that indicates that you are.

"Y/N, do you want to go take a bit of fresh air? You've been working so well these last hours, you're well deserved of a break. Come here, let's go take a few breaths and a bit of coffee before the night shift."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere oc x you #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere headcanons

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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BackFire! (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Okay so: Long story short- I lost the ask for this request. I don’t know if someone requested Lee!Yuji, LerGojo with this prompt in question, or I thought they did and mistook the entire request when it was actually something else. Either way- here we are! I hope y’all like it!

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Summary: Gojo is notorious for being a tickle monster. Maybe Yuji will have a shot when Megumi passes along some golden info.

Gojo was a notorious tickle monster.

He never failed to sneak up on his students when the day’s been long and no one was paying attention anymore. Whether it was quick little jabs to the belly or ribs, or even long standing tickle attacks during training, the white haired man always found a way to get some level of laughter by the end of the day.

Yuji truly didn’t mind it. He was one of those odd people (Nobara’s words, not his- though she said it fondly) that actually liked being tickled. He loved physical touch, and he loved to laugh. It was the best of both worlds- tickling. When they had downtime, he and Nobara would commence grand tickle wars over the weekend, sneaking up on one another or opting to destroy Megumi when he wasn’t paying attention. Of course, Gojo was 1000% down to play, so things were always fun.

Yuji loved it, but he was also rather curious.

Was Gojo-sensei even ticklish?

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“Of course he isn’t. He’s Gojo!” Nobara replied when he asked the question out loud, the three sharing pizza in Megumi’s room. Without the post battle injuries, it was a lot more comfy. “He’s untouchable- I don’t think he can be ticklish.”

“That’s the thing! He makes it seem so, but he’s definitely got to be ticklish!” Yuji nodded firmly, refusing to back down on this. “Everyone’s got a tickle spot- even all powerful sorcerers!”

“Even if he does, how do you plan on finding it? You can’t exactly bum rush him, right?” Nobara waved her pizza as she emphasized her point. “He’s too clever, too fast, and from what you told me, he can freaking FLY!” She chewed in thought, humming. “Besides, we’ve tried tickling him before, remember? He got us back tenfold.”

“I’m pretty sure he was standing on the barrier...” Megumi’s voice was lost in their bickering.

“Yeah, and? That was what, one time? We went in blind with no plan. This time we have one! Kinda…” Yuji hummed, sitting back. “We just need some info. I bet Nanami can tell us something! You’ve been working with him lately, Nobara- maybe you can get some info out of him!”

“I can try- but he’s fairly tight lipped.” Nobara looked thoughtful herself. “Wait- why would Nanami know-”

“He’s ticklish.” Megumi cut in, finally getting their attention. “Gojo, I mean.”

“Shut up, no way!” Nobara gaped, nearly dropping her pizza. Yuji was all ears, leaning in.

“He is. When I was younger, before we met you two- I got him back one time.” Megumi told the story like an old man in his rocking chair, chewing on his pizza between statements as the two sat with full attention, invested. “He’ll never admit it, but he breaks rather easily when tickled.”

“Whoa…” Nobara and Yuji breathed, sharing a look. This would certainly turn the tide for them during tickle wars. “Well, where is it? Where’s this magic tickle spot?” Yuji asked, growing excited.

“I can’t tell you.” Megumi replied, making the other’s face fall. “It will only get you killed.”

“Doubt it. He’s built like an Ox.” Nobara nodded at Yuji, who flexed proudly in return.

“Not my point. You’d never get a good grip on it, even if you found it. He’s too fast, like Nobara said.” Megumi picked off the pepperoni, passing it along. “This is too greasy…”

“Come on, Megumi!” Yuji pleaded as Nobara took Megumi’s gift, nibbling on one. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that on us and expect nothing of it! I promise- if he asks who told him, I’ll lie and say I just felt like trying.”

“Or pin it on me. I’ll take the fall.” Nobara offered. “I wanna try it too, this elusive tickle spot.”

“He’ll know it’ll be me even if you lie. I’m the only one who knows.” Megumi glared before sighing, giving in. “But I guess he’d get me anyway. Fine, listen closely. I’m only gonna tell you once.”

~~~

“Hey there, Yuji! Gotta say, I’m surprised you want to spend your time off training with me.” Gojo grinned as he walked in the dorm’s shared training space. “I figured you’d want to spend it sleeping, or talking to cute girls.”

In a way- Yuji would have. Hadn’t he been gifted this goldmine of information hours earlier, he’d probably be fast asleep right now, dreaming of Jennifer Lawerence. “Eh, I just felt like it. Gotta keep in shape with all these curses running around!” He stretched his arms out as he spoke, putting on a big show of nonchalance.

“Fair, though I will say- I’m shocked you didn’t ask for Todo.” Gojo stretched himself, groaning some as his spine popped. “The guy’s more in tune with how your technique works, even with the whole ‘brother’ thing.”

“He’s busy.” Yuji smiled, subtly eyeing the other as Gojo got another stretch in. Middle of the ribs, exactly on the eighth rib. This was the golden spot, Megumi told him. The exact location to hit if Yuji wanted any chance of succeeding. “He’s good at what he does- plus you know how he gets about his Takada.”

Gojo hummed in agreement, shaking out his arms. “True. Alright- no complaints here; I’ll gladly help you. What shall get started?”

Yuji got into position, cracking his knuckles. “Lets.”

~~~

In hindsight, Yuji should have known better.

Charging his sensei, he put on a show with his best moves, sending a fairly dangerous combo of attacks that would have left a lesser man hospitalized. Gojo was dodging them like a ghost, floating out of reach every time. “Impressive! I just might have to get serious!” Gojo grinned as he evaded yet another powerful swing. “You're getting faster, but not quite fast enough.”

Yuji didn’t bother responding- too focused on the task at hand. On the surface, it seemed like Yuji’s goal was to beat the older man into submission with relentless combos and moves. However, if you were to pay close attention, you’d start to see a pattern in Yuji’s attacks.

With each new combo, he closed the distance between them. And because Gojo rarely teleported during training with the students, his dodging window became narrower and narrower until-

“There!” Yuji cried. The golden spot, wide open for the world to see. He had feigned an uppercut, making Gojo jump back. His other hand had gone to punch his cheek, now swiped away by the older man’s quick reflexes. That left his ribcage wide open. Dropping his hands, he switched from a fist to a single finger. This might have been bruised, and he’d apologize for it later, but for now, victory was in sight. He reached forward and-

“Now, now, is this what you really wanted Yuji?”

Gojo was gone, only air remained as the younger man’s hand shoved through the space. The thrust sent him off balance, his face nearly colliding with the mats. Gojo- now behind him, had grabbed the back of his shirt, keeping him upright.

“G-Gojo-sensei! But-But you never teleport!” Yuji stammered, twisting so he could take in that careful smile of his. Oh, he didn’t like that look. He didn’t like it one bit. “Wait! Dohon’t!”

“Don’t what? I’m only standing here, holding you up.” Gojo sounded deeply amused, as if Yuji just told the greatest joke in the world. With a flick, he let his student fall safely, quickly pinning him with one knee. “Though I prefer the ground more. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Wait! Wait wait wahahait! Please! Dohoohn’t!” The giggles were climbing out his throat faster than he could react. “I’m sorry! So so sahahharry!”

“Why? Because you lured me into training with you with false intentions?” Gojo asked, raising a hand. “Because you nearly had me in a rather tight predicament, forcing me to use my curse technique?” Those fingers began to wiggle, making Yuji squirm at the ghost feeling alone.

“Or maybe.” Gojo leaned in, his other hand wiggling just as much. “You’re just sorry you didn’t ask me to tickle you outright?”

“Go-johoohohohohhoohohoho!” Yuji shouted when the white haired man attacked- ten fingers dancing gleefully along his sides. He squirmed this way and that, kicking his legs pitifully behind them as Gojo gave every inch of skin along his waist a prod and scratch. “Whahahhahahhait pleheahhahahahhase!”

“Hmm…nope!” Gojo cheered, reaching up higher to give his student’s ribs a tase. “Let me guess- Megumi told you where I was ticklish? Silly boy- I’ll have to pay him a visit soon to teach him about sharing secrets.” He spread his fingers wide along the sensitive ribs, pressing in like he was playing a piano. “I’m sure you already know this but Megumi? He’s got a really bad spot right along…here!” He pressed towards the top, making Yuji shriek. “Oo, you too?”

“Aheheahhahahahahahhahaha! Nhoohohohohoho! Nohohohohot the rihihihihihibs!” Yuji cried through his laughter, cheeks flushing red as he squeezed his eyes shut. The thumping of his legs intensified when Gojo dropped his hands down towards the lower middle, drilling into the spot with devious precision. “NOHOHOHOOOHOHO!”

“Lesson for you, Yuji. This spot here is devastatingly bad for us tickly rib folks.” Gojo snickered, delighted at the way his student’s laughter faded in and out. “You know, in some religions they say God took one of Adam’s ribs and made Eve. Think that’s why this spot in particular is so bad?”

“GOHOOHOOHOJOHOOHOOHOHO!” Yuji wailed, covering his face with his hands as he hooted and hollered in laughter. “PLEHAHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Heh, alright- new spot then!” Gojo dropped his hands to Yuji’s belly, scratching it like a dog. “Nobara gets really squeaky when I tickle her here- what about you?”

While they weren’t squeaks, Yuji was still laughing. The intensity died down in his voice, and now he was giggling like a child, his legs kicking in a bicycle like motion in response. “Aheheheheh! Ahehehehahhaha! Gohoohohjoohohohoho plhehehahhahase!”

“Not a bad spot, eh?” Gojo asked as if he were discovering this for the first time. With one hand still lightly scratching away at Yuji’s belly, the other came up to tap his chin in thought. “Now where oh where was that spot on you? It wasn’t here…”

“Ahehehahhhaha! Gohohhooohohjohohohoho!”

“Was it here? Nah, not likely.” Gojo’s hand returned to his ribs, making him squeal.

“GOHOHOOHOJOHOOHOOHO!”

“OH! Now I remember!” Gojo cheered. With fast reflexes, he grabbed Yuji’s wrist, bringing it up above his head. “It was right…here!” He ran a finger down the length of the boy’s arm, slowly approaching his armpit.

“Nohohoho! No! Dohohon’t you dahhahahre!”

“Oh I dare.” Gojo looked at him over his sunglasses, shooting a wink.

And then hell broke loose.

“AHHH NOHOHOHOHOOOH GAHAHHAHHAHHAHA! GOHOHOHOOHOHJOHOHOHOHOO!” Yuji howled with mirth, full body spasming as his armpit was dug into. Gojo held on like a bull rider, easily evading flying limbs and a near death headbutt as his fingers danced along the skin. “PLEHAHAHAHHASE NO MOHOHOOHOHOHORE!”

“Aww, and we were just getting to the good part!” Gojo mock pouted, letting go of Yuji’s arm and stepping back, giving the other space. Yuji immediately curled in on himself, gasping for breath as he giggled helplessly. His lungs felt sore from lack of oxygen, and his entire body felt warm from exertion.

But he was smiling- so much so he couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to. “Ehehee…hehehe…cohoohme on, Gohohohjo seehhehhensei! That was so mean!” He grunted, earning a snort.

“Oh I can be meaner. Next time I’ll just go straight for those armpits of yours. Tickle you for a solid hour.” Gojo teased making Yuji squeak and curl up tighter. “We can see how long a cursed body like yours can handle it.”

“Ihihihid rather nohohohot.” Yuji shook his head with a sigh, letting his teacher pull him up. “Sorry for tricking you. That was pretty messed up of me.”

Gojo blinked, surprised. Then he shook his head with his classic grin, reaching out and gently flicking him. “Oh that? Don’t worry about it- I knew what you were up to.”

“HUH?” Yuji gaped, shocked. “How?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru. I know all.” Gojo stood, stretching out. “Let’s just say you’re not the first one to pull something like this on me. An old friend once tried the same thing many years ago.”

“Did they succeed? This friend?” Yuji asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Gojo’s secret smile was the only response he got.

I hope this was good!

EDIT: Found the ask!

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sl-ut · 2 years ago

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quick note: the last instalment to this series is one of the worst things i’ve ever written and i hate that i went ahead and published it anyways so we are just all gonna forget that it ever happened, kay? that’s all.

pairing: au!baker!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

description: it’s been a summer of bliss, but all good things come to an end. wanda fears that it’s over for her and y/n, while y/n is determined to make it work.

warnings: SMUT, strap-on use, spitting kink, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, legal alcohol consumption, legal age gap (reader is early 20s, wanda is late 30s), talk of breaking up, mention of PH, fluff

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date posted: 04/12/22

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“I can’t believe that it’s August already.”

Y/n hummed quietly, head lulled back against the smooth tiling behind her as a jet worked to relieve her of the knot that had grown in her back. One of the many perks of dating Wanda is that she was at a point in her life where she could afford to have nicer things, and that she had not spared much expense on the large bathtub in her ensuite. The room was mostly dim, the modest chandelier having been set to the lowest brightness in favour of the flickering glow of several eucalyptus scented candles.

Opposite her, Wanda watched in fondness as the girl visibly relaxed into the steaming water. Her eyes traced the shadows of her face, down the slope of her neck and shoulders, and over the small amount of her chest that was visible over the mountain of sweet smelling bubbles. She disguised the curve of her lips by taking a long sip of her zinfandel as her other hand settled beneath the water, fingers curling around the ankle of her lover as it rested next to her and massaged circled into the flesh with her thumb.

“It’s my favourite month,” Y/n murmured, “Warm days, cooler nights. Perfect for a day at the beach and a campfire after dark. Not to mention that I get to have you all to myself for the next thirty days.”

“Is that so?” Wanda chuckled at her, “I will admit, it’s weird not having the boys around for so long, but there are definitely many benefits of them going to summer camp. Maybe I’ll have to start sending them away for a week or so once every couple of months.”

Y/n peeked her eyes open, a small smirk crawling onto her own lips when she caught Wanda’s stare, “Isn’t that the point of school?”

Wanda shrugged, “Some days six hours just isn’t enough. Or maybe, we should go away once every few months, a little vacation?”

“There is nothing I’d like more. Maybe on my breaks?”

Wanda’s smile fell. She found certain moments where she would forget that her time with Y/n was not infinite. A few weeks from now, Y/n would be leaving to return to university, and though it was only an hour or so away, Wanda worried that their short-lived relationship might not do so well under the imminent stress of long-distance.

“Hey,” Y/n squeezed her ankle gently under the water, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Wanda took another drink, “Just thinking.”

“About?”

She shrugged, “Just that… It’s going to be strange with you so far away.”

Y/n smiled gently, “Wanda, I’m not leaving the country, I’ll be an hour away, tops. Plus, I’ll be back every couple of weekends, and it’s not like I’m in a dorm anymore so you’re more than welcome to come stay for a few nights, if you’d like.”

“I know, but I know what it’s like to be in college. You’ll be out at bars, and parties, and there will be girls wanting to experiment or whatever–hell that’s what I did in college. But they’ll be your age, girls that you can bring out with you without being looked at and–”

“Wanda, if I was looking for meaningless hookups or someone to drag me around at parties, I would go find them. I’m not sure how many times I have to tell you before you get that into your pretty little head.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes, I do. Besides, what college chick can offer me this? Best I could get there is a freezing shower in the communal bathrooms. Here, I’ve got bubbles…” She lifted her own glass to her lips and downed the remaining liquid, “Wine… My favourite friendly neighbourhood MILF…”

Wanda pinched her foot beneath the bubbles, “I told you to stop calling me that!”

Y/n erupted with giggles, “What? You’ve seen my search history, you know that I like that about you as much as you like me being your little sugar baby.”

“Sugar baby?” The redhead raised a brow, “I wasn’t aware that that’s what this was. So now I know, you just like me for my bathtub, my booze, and the fact that I match your favourite search on PornHub.”

“The bathtub is a luxury, and you’re incredibly sexy. The booze, well you have an excellent taste in wine, I’ll admit.” She tapped her empty glass.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wanda mused, “Would you like a refill, then?”

Y/n tilted her head in consideration before she placed it back down on the side of the tub, “No thank you.” She pushed forward, grinning mischievously as she slid her way across the tub and settled in her lover’s lap, grasping the glass out of her hand and taking one long drink from it, “I’ll just share yours.”

Wanda smiled up at her, fingers finding solace in the plush flesh of her hips as she was finally able to admire her up-close, even if she had blatantly stolen her drink. Her fingers kneaded the slick skin, sliding up to grip her waist, then back down to her hips as Y/n settled down into her embrace. She set the glass aside, looping her arms around Wanda’s neck so that she could comfortably rest their foreheads together and bump noses. She moved forward, hoping to catch her lips with her own, though Wanda moved back suddenly, a sly smirk on her lips. Y/n pursed her own lips, lurching forward again to no avail.

“You admit to using me for all of my… luxuries, steal my drink, and expect to get your own way?” Wanda scoffed, reaching up to grasp her face and smirking as her lips puckered under the force, “You call yourself my sugar baby, maybe I should start treating you like one, heh?”

Y/n shifted, wiggling her hips enthusiastically.

“Would you like that, detka? I think you would.” Wanda removed her hand from Y/n’s hip, sliding it along the slick flesh to rest on her rib cage, watching as her chest rose and fell quicker under her touch. “Would you like a kiss?”

“Mhmm,” Y/n mumbled, unable to form words under Wanda’s grasp.

Wanda grinned, fingers finally cupping her breast as she leaned forward to press a kiss to the swell of it, biting on the bulge of flesh gently before tracing her tongue over her erect nipple. Y/n sighed, shaking her face out of Wanda’s grip as she arched her back so that her chest was pressed closer to her face. The redhead released her grip on one breast before latching onto the other and offering it identical treatment. Once she deemed her attention to have brought one enough of a reaction, she relented, leaning back against the porcelain wall and reaching for her wine. She sipped it slowly, eyes never leaving those of her lover as she swallowed one large mouthful.

“Come here, detka,” She nudged her closer, taking another sip of wine.

Y/n shifted nearer, being sure to drag her hips as closely to Wanda’s body as possible. Wanda grasped the underside of the younger woman’s jaw to draw her as close as possible, pressing their lips together in a quick peck. Y/n pulled back quickly, lowering herself and parting her lips as she awaited for Wanda to do the same. She let out a small squeal as she did, puckering her lips so that she could create a narrow stream of wine from her own mouth into Y/n’s. As the stream of wine became thinner and thinner, she rose up so that their lips met once again.

“Thank you,” Y/n giggled playfully in between kisses, slowly rolling her hips against Wanda’s.

She laughed along, nudging her throat with her nose as she grasped her hips and prompted her to stand, “Why don’t you run off to bed while I clean up, huh?”

Y/n pecked her once more, carefully stepping out onto the tiled floor and wrapping herself in a white fluffy towel and disappearing into the bedroom.

Wanda did very little to clean up, in truth. She drained the tub, but did not take the liberty to clear the bubbled from the bottom once the water had gone, and she simply moved the empty wine glasses next to the half-empty bottle, all of which had been abandoned on the vanity before she grabbed her own towel.

The redhead scoffed as she set foot in her bedroom, eyes catching sight of her girlfriend as she knelt on the bed, knees spread and chest puffed out, towel abandoned on the floor just next to the bed.

“With the curtains open?” Wanda raised a brow, stalking past to slide the sheer drapes closed, “You truly are shameless, aren’t you, my love?”

“When it comes to you? Definitely,” Y/n grinned, leaning forward on her hands, “Besides, would it be so bad if someone were to see? Watch as I make you–oh!”

Y/n landed on her back suddenly, bouncing on the impact of Wanda’s shove, and even more so as the woman pounced on top of her.

“Would you like that?” Her voice was husky, accent thicker than usual, “Someone to watch? Someone to see your face when I make you come, time and time again; to see this pretty pussy spread open for my tongue, my fingers, my cock.”

Y/n mewled underneath her, wriggling her hips excitedly as Wanda pressed down against her, thigh bumping her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You would, my sweet girl, wouldn’t you?”

Wanda chuckled, pushing herself up to round the bed, reaching into her bedside table for a familiar object, one that had quickly become a favourite of hers since meeting Y/n. The younger woman grinned at her, returning to her position on her knees as she watched the redhead slide into the garment, turning to face her lover as she slowly ran her fist up and down the length of the scarlet strap on.

“Come, detka,” She beckoned her over to the edge of the bed, “You want my cock? Come get on your knees for me.”

Y/n wasted little time sliding off of the bed, dropping to her knees on the hardwood floor as she eagerly parted her lips, moaning as Wanda began to tap at her lips with the firm tip of it. She extended her tongue, allowing for the woman to drag the plastic cock up the length of her warm tongue before finally allowing her to take it into her mouth with ease.

“There you go, my beautiful girl,” Wanda purred as she began to bob her head, taking the toy further and further into her throat with each movement. She gripped the hair on the back of her head to aid her movements, offering slow thrusts of her hips as well. “You take me so well, my sweet.”

Y/n gagged lightly, tears welling at her waterline, though she paid no mind. Instead, she reached behind Wanda, gripping the flesh of her ass to take her even further.

Wanda chuckled at her, “Look at you. How is it that you have a preference for women when you clearly love cock so much?”

Y/n pulled back just enough to respond, “Only yours.”

“Mine?” Wanda laughed, “You do, don’t you?”

She pulled her off, pushing her towards the bed.

“On your hands and knees.”

Eager, Y/n obeyed her lover as she scrambled into position, perking her ass out further and spreading her legs so that Wanda could clearly see her dripping sex.

Wanda sighed, fingers running up the length of Y/n’s thighs, gliding through her folds gently and up over her puckered hole.

“How wet you are, my sweet.”

She gave no warning before dragging her tongue carefully over her clitoris and up so she could slide it into her weeping hole. Y/n gasped in surprise, pressing back into Wanda’s touch as her thighs began to tremble.

“Fuck, Wanda,” She huffed, “Oh please.”

“Please what?” Wanda teased, “You want my cock?”

Y/n hummed, dropping her face into the soft duvet as she felt the plastic tip drag over her wetness. She gasped as it slowly pushed into her, pausing as she sheathed the toy into her to the hilt. Wanda took hold of her hips as she allowed her time to adjust, pushing her forward slightly before hauling her back to create a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, accompanied by the pleasure sighs and moans of the woman being penetrated.

Wanda circled her clit under her thumb, grinning wickedly as she heard the sounds growing higher in pitch, and much more frequent. It was clear to her that Y/n was not going to last very long, which was good, as Wanda wasn’t sure that she had too much patience for the night, considering that she had planned to draw many more from her lover before the night was finished.

And many more she would receive.

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disgruntledkittenface · 1 year ago

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thank you @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @neondiamond and @nouies for tagging me lately to post a line or snippet <3 I've been outlining my narry fic for @theshowficfest for weeks and after talking through with Nic this weekend, I finally started writing today!

“Hello, lovers!”

About half of the group huddled near the bench turn their heads at the greeting Niall calls out as she approaches. She feels a rush of sympathy for her friends who have to play in the crisp morning air; the light breeze has her shivering in her cardigan and she clutches her paper coffee cup to her chest as she strides toward the field. The kickball league that they all signed up for months ago had seemed like a good idea at the time. But now that the schedule has been released and nine o’clock games on Saturday mornings have become a reality, Niall is sure she’s not the only one on their team with some regrets.

“You’re late.” Louis, Niall’s best friend and favorite ex-girlfriend, crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, staring Niall down. Her wife, affectionately known as Hot Luke (for reasons obvious to the naked eye), ruffles her hand through Louis’ short brown hair, but Louis remains unmoved.

“Sorry, sorry,” Niall says, swallowing a laugh at Louis’ pout. “I told you, I had to go out with my sister and the rest of the bridesmaids last night.”

The ref blows her whistle from home plate, drawing attention from both sides of the field.

Louis shakes her head, pointing at Niall as she says, “I better hear you cheering from the stands during the second half,” before she jogs away.

The players, suited up in blue shorts and t-shirts, set down their water bottles and what looks like snacks of orange slices, and the rest of the group heads over to the stands. Everyone sits in groups of two and threes, most in beanies and some with blankets. Niall settles next to her friends Liam and Shawn. The decision not to play had been made for Liam this week; the girls voted to rotate her on and off the bench in an effort to combat her addictive personality. Shawn, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to decide whether or not to play by the time sign ups closed, so she’s a spectator by default. And Niall had anticipated a grueling hangover following the makeshift bachelorette party the night before, so their friend Zayn had agreed to play for her after Niall promised her a ride to IKEA next month.

“So, Ni,” Liam says, her eyes focused on the field, “how was it last night?”

Yeah,” Shawn says, looking over at Niall with a wide grin. “Was it all, like, penis straws and cosmos?”

“Actually, yes,” Niall says, breaking into a laugh. “And everyone kept apologizing to me? Especially when they broke out the penis shaped lollipops.”

“You’re joking,” Liam says, finally tearing her eyes away from the game. “Did they…”

“Make a game out of going down on them? Yes, yes, they did.”

Shawn winces. “That sucks that you had to go.”

“It’s okay,” Niall says, shrugging and taking a sip of coffee. “I feel better now about not going on the bachelorette trip to Nashville. I told my sister, ‘I love you, but I don’t love you that much.’”

They both laugh at that, and Niall is pretty sure they think she’s joking, but she absolutely is not.

“Was it fun at all?” Shawn asks, running a hand through her mop of dark curls. “You know some of her friends, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” Niall says, nodding. She glances at the field to see that Louis is trying to sign something to Zayn, who’s completely checked out in left field. “From birthday parties, things like that. And it was fine, it was just awkward. Like, they started talking about whether they’re dominant or submissive during sex, and when they got to me, I had to explain that sex with women is just different. If I really wanted to blow their minds, I could have told them how much better it is, how everyone gets to come each time.”

“Spoken like a true top.”

The remark came from the row in front of them and Niall looks down to see who spoke. A girl with chin length brown curls and a playful smile twists at the waist to look up at her.

Harry.

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allie-campbell-bradshaw · 11 months ago

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Chapter 14: Surprises

A/N: Okay, we’re getting back to this story being good…I promise, the fluff is coming! It’s honestly hard to believe that we are now 14 chapters into this phenomenal story. I know it has been a slow start, but I promise we are going to start moving forward from here on out. I mention this in every chapter, but in case you missed it- I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post.

Also: This story is sequential…please go back and read my other chapters, in order, for the best results!

Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter 14: Surprises

BRADLEY’S POV

“Holy shit!” Javy exclaimed with wide eyes, completely taken aback by the story I had just shared with him. The story of Friday night, sparing the excruciatingly romantic details.

Natasha’s eyes left mine to meet Javy’s, looking equally as impressed as him, but not as obvious, “Wait until Frasier hears about this!” she exclaimed, calling out the inevitable–Emmett was going to be filled in. And when he was, all hell would break loose with endless amounts of teasing and bullshit.

“So you lost her number, and then spent the past 24 hours in the hospital waiting for her?” Javy was retelling the story out loud so he could comprehend it better. He was still struggling to process all the developments that had occurred over the weekend.

“Yeah,” I answered. Short and casual.

“Geez” Natasha stated, eyes going wide and letting out a loud gust of air as she adjusted into the seat next to me.

Javy was sitting in front of us today, taking the turn to sit alone. That was our agreement for the seating arrangement since the tables only fit 2 students. We opted to take the front two tables on the right side of the lecture hall. Javy sat at the very front table and Natasha and I were directly behind him. Every time we had lecture, we would rotate. Tomorrow would be my turn to sit in the front. Thank God it wasn’t my turn today! I was dog shit tired!!!

Javy and I adjusted in our seats, as well as the rest of the class. The Naval Academy was very punctual. This class, Flight Training I, started right at 10:45, and if you were a split second late, you would be locked out of the hall. Someone in my Calculus I class was not even 10 seconds late and found himself struggling with the locked doorknob. Another student in class got up to let him in, and was stopped by the Captain that was instructing the course. The student that was late AND the student that tried to help both did 50 pushups on the field of the track after class. The rest of us had to watch at attention, heavily concentrating on our stance, we didn’t dare breathe out of place. No one has ever been late to anything on campus since then.

It was now 10:44 and our flight instructor was nowhere to be found. Everyone in class was looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

I was about to pull out my phone and check my school email for possible cancellations when a white man, nearly bald, stormed into the room. He had a few strands of white hair resting on the bottom portion of his head. He was wearing the same service khakis as we were. However, his were decked out in ribbons and insignias, whereas we only had 1, the generic service ribbon that we got on the day we took our oath.

“Good morning midshipmen,” He said sternly, obviously not someone that cared about having a ‘polite’ reputation on campus. There was a pause in his voice as he reviewed the roster which was attached to a clipboard on his desk, “and women” he finished, noting the two women that were in our course. I looked over at Natasha, who scooted in her chair, bothered by the lack of respect taken towards her gender.

He dropped the clipboard down onto the desk, leaving a loud echo behind him as he leaned over the steel and into our eyes, “I honestly don’t give a shit about learning your names. Statistically speaking, 2 of you will fail out of the aviation program before you get to the finish line, 3 of you will die in action within the first two years, and another one of you will be a POW in the middle east before you’re 30, which means that only 1 of you will have what it takes to make it to Top Gun before retirement, and even then, nothing is guaranteed”.

A chill ran down my spine as this man spoke his last sentence. He never once made eye contact with me, instead looking in the opposite direction of the room, but it seemed as though he directed that statement unto me. I looked down at my notebook and blue pen, picking it up and twirling it through my fingers. Natasha noticed the change in my demeanor, and learned forward, a look of concern on her face. I didn’t want to explain this to her. Not now. Maybe not ever. So I just shook my head and kept my gaze down. Her gaze went back to the instructor as he finished his statement, “Let the bloodbath begin.”

Javy looked over his shoulder at the two of us, feeling completely uneasy. I could see the fear in my classmates' eyes as the realization that some of us in this room would be dead soon became a hard statistical fact. I continued to spin the pen around as he went on with his introduction, “I am Rear Admiral Thomas Campbell. You will call me Rear Admiral Campbell, not ‘hey you’, ‘teacher’, ‘mister’, or ‘Sir’, do I make myself clear?”

My eyes went completely wide with shock and fear as he announced his full name. Before then, I had completely tuned him out. The pen that was in my hand fell straight onto the paper, leaving a trail of ink as it went flat onto the surface. I could feel Natasha’s eyes on me and in my periphery, I could see that Javy was tense, his head half tilted to us, but still keeping his eyes forward.

“The only exception to my name is to call me by my call sign, “Panther” when we are in the air. During your first year, you will spend a total of 80 hours in our simulation room and 20 hours in the air, flying our cessnas. You have all been grouped based on ability and performance on your pre-assessment taken last week. Three of you will be with me, two of you will be with Justin Fulterski, call-sign “String Bean”, and the last two will be with my daughter, Allie Campbell, call-sign “Baby”. Both of whom are adjunct instructors with their pilots license. They are not active duty soldiers, so you do not salute them”.

The doors opened and Justin, followed by Allie, came into the room, wearing the green flying suits that we will eventually wear in the air. Now Javy was completely turned, looking right at me. Natasha was covered in shock, but trying hard to hold onto her poker face, a face that won a poker tournament this weekend. However, she did steal some glances my way every few seconds. A few other classmates had their eyes glued to me while the remainder were still focused on Admiral Campbell’s speech.

I kept my eyes down, grabbing my aviators and pulling them over my eyes, avoiding all eye contact from the front of the room where Allie was now standing. I used the opportunity I had to steal a glance at her, knowing I was shielded by the dark tint of the glasses so she wouldn’t know I was looking.

Her eyes were right on me, her lips pursed and cheeks slightly pink with a sort of “gotcha” look on her face. She looked away a few seconds later and brought her gaze to her father. Her hair was tightly pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, the standard for women in the military.

Her father…Her father was my flight instructor, and not only that, he was an admiral for my branch of the armed forces! I brought my attention back to him, my head swimming too much to even be able to half-focus, but I tried. “And now for our flight assignments,” Admiral Campbell went on, grabbing a stack of folders. “I will be taking those with the least amount of flight experience, which is Ashton, Stellar, and Heights,” he said as he made eye contact with the two men and the woman who were called, slightly embarrassed at his candid reasoning. “Machado and Trace will go with Bean. Which leaves Ryans and Bradshaw with Baby”.

We both made eye contact with each other as her dad handed her over two files, obviously papers of me and my partner. I took off my aviators and looked at her, hard. I couldn’t decide what to think. On one hand, I was excited that I had her as an instructor, but on the other hand, I felt cheated. We spent almost 2 hours together on Friday and not once did she mention having a pilots license or being an instructor on campus for that matter. She must have seen the torn expression on my face, because when I looked up at her again, she looked quite insecure in her position. She was now avoiding eye contact with me completely.

Rear Admiral Campbell continued his speech, telling us that we would spend our first month in the simulation room before we get into the air. This new flight training program was designed to get Naval Aviators in the air before attending flight school, working with the harder military aircrafts. For the next three years, we would just be focused on the cessna’s and getting as many flight hours in as we could before our next step.

After the Naval Academy, we would all go to Rhode Island for Officer Training School. This was a requirement for anyone entering naval service. So Natasha, Javy, and Emmett would all be going along with me. Once we complete that course, Emmett would be separated from us, and the two others and I would go to Florida for the Air Indoctrination Course. Then there would be flight school, our final step to officially become an aviator for the U.S. Navy. We would either stay in Florida or go to Texas for that. The whole process was going to be long and tedious, but knowing that Allie was going to be one of my instructors for a small part of it, made it a little more fulfilling than it already was. Something a little more special.

I didn’t realize how lost in thought I was until Natasha nudged my shoulder. I quickly blinked and came out of it, seeing that all of my classmates were getting up and heading for the doors of the lecture hall. Natasha looked at me concerned and confused, but I just brushed it off, making my way to the doors. Allie and Justin were still standing in the front of the room, watching us as we left. I looked over my shoulder at her one last time, letting the frustration of this surprise show on my face, shaking my head at her as I went up the steps of the isles. She looked down, with an upset expression now on her face. Justin turned his head to her, but I didn’t catch anything else at that point. I was already out of the room by then.

I followed the crowd of my classmates as they walked down the halls, Natasha standing to my left and Javy to my right.

“What the fuuuuuuck,” Javy whispered.

“Shut up,” I snapped back, keeping my voice down so no one else caught on.

“I just can’t-” Javy went on, finding himself as speechless as Natasha and I already were, “Did you know about this?” He asked, looking over at Trace.

All she did in response was raise her eyebrows and shake her head, not knowing what to say at this moment.

Eventually the crowd we were following went outside and onto the tarmac, watching as upperclassmen were walking around the area, every one of them paired up and getting settled into their T-68 Texan II.

All of us watched in amazement at what was happening. They all had flight suits on, helmets, and a full team of managers helping on the ground.

“Calm down boys!” Admiral Campbell said to us. Natasha let out a loud breath. I looked over at her and saw in her eyes that her blood was boiling, obviously Admiral Campbell was not used to women being in this program. “You won’t be flying these babies until the beginning of your fourth year. Third if you’re lucky,” he went on, looking at me as he said this. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over at Natasha who just raised her eyebrows a little bit and gave a slight nod, a soft smirk on her face. I never was one to stick out from the pack, so I didn’t really know how to handle this…and I didn’t really want to learn.

“Now ladies and gentlemen,” he started. It was nice to see him finally getting into the inclusion: “Enjoy the show.” He kept his stance tall as he turned around, his hand behind his back, holding his fingers together.

We watched as Justin and Allie emerged from a hanger, both of which were carrying their own helmets. His were various shades of green, with the words “string bean” written in yellow paint. Hers was white with ‘Baby’ painted in light blue cursive along the top.

Both of them quickly got into a Texan, strapping themselves in and communicating with the ground crew. They were signing things to each other, although I had no idea what they were saying. Eventually they stopped signing and the aircraft was turned, the backs now facing us. Admiral Campbell looked over at a grounds crew man that was standing by a radio. Campbell nodded at him and the Black crewman turned on a handheld radio that was sitting on a table.

“Texan 2 ready for taxi.” Justin said over the radio.

“Texan 3 ready for taxi.” Allie’s voice came through the radio.

“Texan 3, begin taxi first, face North,” another voice said. I looked up at the air traffic control tower that was right above us. The windows were completely tinted black with white stone covering the leg of the tower. Natasha and I stole a glance at each other, with a WTF expression on our face as the shock of this morning settled into a reality.

After a few minutes, Allie came on and said she was ready for departure. I looked over at the walkie and heard the same air traffic controller say, “Texan 3, you are clear for departure”.

“Copy, clear for departure.” Allie said. Within seconds, her aircraft roared to life and we watched as her plane sped down the runway and took off towards the Northern sky. Everyone turned their bodies as her jet moved past us, the sound excruciatingly loud and wind intently smacking onto our bodies. “Holy shit!” a classmate yelled. No one else said anything, instead we watched in amazement as the jet circled around us in the sky.

Eventually, Justin was also up there, and we watched as the aircrafts moved, obviously showing off a well-rehearsed flight show. They spun, and spiraled, and circled each other, ending their show with a “fly by” right over the control tower. Everyone's eyes, including my own, were beaming.

I watched as Allie’s aircraft landed on the runway, coming to a halt and taxing over so Justin could land. Then they drove their aircraft back over to us and sat there as the grounds crew helped them with the proper procedure of getting out of their aircrafts. I glanced down at my watch and noticed that this whole thing lasted over an hour, although it only felt like 15 minutes.

Justin and Allie walked over to us, taking off their helmets and balancing them down on their hips, standing behind Admiral Campbell.

Campbell turned around, facing us now, we weren’t able to see his eyes anymore since they were shielded by his aviators: “I hope you all took something out of that,” he began, “They may not be naval aviators, but they are your flight instructors, and I trust that all of you learn something from them. I can tell you right now, they are without a doubt more skilled than any of you are, even the more experienced ones”. At this, Allie and I looked at each other. She gave a cocky smirk and brought her eyes back to her dad, but I kept my gaze on her. The breeze that was created by the other Texan’s that the fourth years were now flying kept hitting her, causing her hair to slowly come out of its tight bun, strands blowing around in the wind. Her blonde hair was even more prominent now against the green of the flight suit than they were against the deep red of her sweater last Friday. Shit! Her sweater. It was still sitting in the front seat of my new bronco. A car that he gave me as a gift for being admitted into the Naval Academy, which is a hilarious reasoning given the circumstances. I knew that this “gift” was really an unofficial way of him asking me to visit. But honestly, why would I? I had nothing to say to him, and God knows I would NEVER spend another Thanksgiving, Easter, or Christmas with him ever again! Never.

“And now, to the locker rooms,” Admiral Campbell said, “You have a present waiting for you”. He turned his body and began walking towards the doors that we came out of over an hour ago. Shit! I completely missed what he said, being lost in my own thoughts of him.

I watched as classmates passed me and made their ways to the doors, finding myself frozen. Frozen in a physical and mental sense. Allie passed me as well, which now left me in the back of the pack, watching everyone walk through the door. I used this as my opportunity to talk with her, since more and more witnesses were now indoors, especially her father.

I started walking and increased my pace to a light jog so I could catch up to her, which I did in a matter of seconds: “You could have told me,” I said calmly, but making it clear that my patience was rattled.

She looked over her shoulder at me and decreased her pace, “You never asked,” she said to me, dropping her head and looking at the ground as we made our way closer and closer to the door.

“Don’t pin this on me! I told you that I was in the aviation program here, and you never even thought ‘well hey! Maybe I should tell him that I’m his Goddamn flight instructor’”.

She froze at this, letting out a big “huff” as her body turned towards mine: “Look,” she said to me, putting on that same calm tone in her voice that she gave me the day I hurt my hand with that ‘rehearsed speech’ of hers, “If I would have known that I was your flight instructor, yes, I probably would have said something. But I didn’t know anything until this morning, and besides, it’s not like I could have given you a warning this morning in King Hall because you weren’t there. Instead, you were sitting around in the hospital, waiting for me”.

“How did you-” I started to ask, then froze as I assumed the answer to my own question, “You nurses really hear everything don’t you?”

She gave me a ‘no shit’ look and then turned her body, aiming towards the door, but I was able to grab onto her arm before she could move an inch. “Why didn’t you at least tell me about your dad?” I asked, still keeping a calmed tone in my voice. I have learned that the best way to get anywhere with her is if you kept your composure as best you could.

Whenever I got mad or frustrated, she would too. She always matched my energy, and I could tell that this hypothesis was correct because she immediately lost a bunch of tension in her body, relaxing a little as she looked down at my hand that was wrapped around her bicep. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breath increased a little. She looked at me with a gentle look in her eyes as she continued to breathe. She closed her mouth, and I noticed her eyes became a little hard, “Well,” she began, in her all too familiar sassy tone: “I would have had time to get to that, but I was underwater”. She shook off my arm and made her way to the door. Damn. Right when I thought I had her figured out.

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mlobsters · 1 year ago

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supernatural s7e2 hello, cruel world (w. ben edlund)

HALLUCIFER Right. You think this fruit-bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul like some peppy American Psycho, till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia. You’re real. I’m very real. Everything between is what we call set dressing.

heart is breaking for sam already

HALLUCIFER You’re still in my cell. You’re my bunkmate, buddy. You’re my little bitch, in every sense of the term.

in general i am overly literal and what i see is what i get when it comes to show canon but i'm trying so hard to hold tight to the illusion in my mind that hell-torture for sam and dean didn't involve rape but they're making it really fucking hard. there's been other references, i think one in the last ep no less. just keep thinking to myself "gloss over it, they're just being edgy, they don't actually mean it". i start to get real upset if i think about it so yeah.

i know i'm wearing the wincest goggles but again i feel like i am capable of picking up what a show is putting down regardless of a ship i might be invested in, but i feel like i'm losing it with cas and dean's relationship level. i feel like we have seen so little of cas in general, that they keep TALKING about how they're all close but we've seen so little of it?? i'd think with 22 episodes a season they'd have room to establish this onscreen 🥴 but here's dean crying over presumed-dead cas. i guess i'm just gonna have to go with it and stop complaining about sHoW doN't TeLL

god what is this weird music transition into the doobie brothers black water - just because the lyrics work does not mean the music does :P hard left turn after mushy dead cas scene. i fear i have slipped into overly critical mode

short and gruff version of hannibal tending will graham's wounded hands post-tier

i get that dean's freaked out and scared but he's being such an asshole to sam

what an exceptionally cruel hallucination they're giving sam. i might need to look up how long he deals with this before it gets fixed because.....

DEAN Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really.

big fat fuck you, dean. you can't out tough psychosis.

BOBBY Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.

one of the best friends you ever had. ok. O K. (nevermind how depressingly in-the-basement-low the bar is being the number of people he could call friends he's had)

looks like bobby's computer got an upgrade! seems untitled 1 and 2 desktop has made it to the actual desktop 😂

s6e4 weekend at bobby's his 3.1 desktop LOL

okay so hell politics, heaven politics, the clear next step is purgatory politics. who is the boss of the leviathans *pulls out the org chart* (god i just don't care)

sam's hallucinating dean now, great. do not like

DEAN This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!

little gift to wincest kink writers everywhere, dean helping sam by inflicting pain

DEAN Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy. DEAN Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand? SAM Yeah. Yeah, okay.

dean looks like he might fall over he's so relieved.

DEAN (on phone) You cannot be in that crater back there. I can’t… If you’re gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I’m gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?

well this is awful. first hallucifer encouraging sam to kill himself repeatedly and now dean saying this. also do not like.

(also very serious things happening and then that cheesy ass special effects on the leviathan's face -_-)

the winchesters getting an ambulance and going to the hospital for an injury, wonders never cease.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x02 #ben edlund #spn desktop background update

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Hello, because of pride month I am obviously watching qaf but your recent anons made me remember something while I was watching today. Did you ever notice how the 2 times that Brian has to say something really difficult that he almost wishes he didn’t have to, he takes a shaky inhale and in that moment pushes himself to say it? 1st time, I noticed it was when he went to his sisters house in S3, when he says to his mom ‘fuck the Lord *takes a shaky inhale* and fuck you’ and the 2nd is during the goodbye, when he says ‘whether we see each other next weekend or next month, *deep shaky inhale* never again.’ It’s like in that moment he realizes he’s about to lose something or someone and has to force himself to make that jump even though he wishes he didn’t have to but he still forces himself to go through with it. Gale really is an underrated actor. I wish he did a lot more acting because those two moments absolutely destroy me.

Hey anon!

Brian feels *so* intensely and has such a huge heart but he doesn't wear that heart on his sleeve, he keeps his feelings hidden. Like you say he has to push himself to engage because it's so foreign to him. His defences are always up, he won't show you his hurt. Alongside coming from a traumatic childhood and I relate to this heavily, when he does find himself in a heightened situation the wave of emotions come over you, there's only so much before the dam breaks, in the instance with his abusive mother.

With Justin he's being raw and vulnerable, finally they're both on the same page and now he's potentially never gonna see him again, also shoutout to Gale's voice break in that scene kills me everytime.

Another thing I noticed in the same vein is when someone asks how Brian is doing eg in 5x07 when Britin meet in the street and Brian sincerely asks Justin if he's doing okay after their breakup and he says I'm fine and then flips it to Brian who just repeats "likewise thanks for asking" even though he's heartbroken he shuts down the emotion kinda flippantly.

Yeah, I wish he did more television work but I think he's a theatre guy at heart that's his origin story so that's what he does now. The odd things I've seen in him post qaf like short films etc some have been okay and some my god, he must've done for the paycheck, get your coins sir.. but no.

#britin #queer as folk #soph asks #he's the poster boy for childhood trauma #get a television job gale pls and ty

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sensitiveho3 · 3 years ago

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Don’t Scream - Ghostface

Pairings: Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Slight Degradation, Dirty talk, Oral (f! receiving), mentions of murder/breaking in entry, swearing, 18+ reader

Summary: your family is away for the weekend your secret admirer, Ghostface, decides to make a move on you,

Word Count: 5.1k (5,122)

A/N: Mmmm this is my first post on tumblr and I’ve posted fanfic and stuff on wattpad before so this is not my first fanfic. This was an idea that I had come up with in honor of Halloween so I actually finished writing this on October 31st. My friend had inspired me to write this because of the new Ghostface tik tok voice thingy. If anybody has any recommendations feel free to leave them but if you do just know that it may take a while for me to get around to doing them because I have a lot of request by friends and etc. Enjoy this I guess lol...

You said goodbye to your parents and your younger brother as they left for the weekend. They were going to visit your grandparents, sadly you couldn’t go because you had work and exams to prepare for. Thus leaving you busy and alone at home, your parents trusted you to stay home by yourself for a long period of time like this. They knew you were very capable and knew how to be responsible and take care of yourself. Your mom left you $100 just in case you needed anything only for an emergency though.

Standing by the window you waved goodbye to your family, “bye,” you murmured to yourself as you watched the car pull out of the driveway. You sat back down at the coffee table on the floor continuing your work and listening to music. You enjoyed having the house to yourself it gave you peace of mind, making you feel productive.

You breezed through half of your work feeling accomplished, deciding to take a break you walked into the kitchen seeing the money your mom left you on the counter. Two fifty dollar bills, grabbing it you settled that you were going to order a medium-sized pepperoni pizza. Even if you didn’t finish the whole thing you’d have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Picking up your phone you ordered the pizza which would be here in 20 minutes tops.

A short while later the pizza had arrived, “That’ll be $10.50,” you handed the pizza deliverer the money. “Thank you,” you said while closing the door behind you quickly, it was pretty chilly outside and you were only wearing shorts and a shirt. Sitting down on the couch you turned on the tv catching up on episodes of a show you started but never got to finish. Not even a few minutes later you saw your phone screen light up with your friends' name, “Heyy,” you said while still focusing on the television.

“Hey, what are you doing? I had nothing else to do so I called you.”

“I’m eating pizza and watching TV, I was studying and just doing some work but I am taking a break, it’s really quiet here,” you said.

“Oh yeah, your family isn’t home right?”

“Yeah they’ll be gone for the weekend so I am all by my lonesome but I’m enjoying it so far, I don’t know how I feel about sleeping in this house by myself though.” You looked around the room as if someone was there looking at you. “You’ll be fine you can call me if anything,” before you could reply your call was interrupted with another call coming in. It wasn’t a number you recognized either not thinking of it you hung up. “Sorry, we were cut off some random number was calling me. Anyways thanks, next time you should sleep over my parents trust me.” You adjusted your position. “Yes! Sleepover,” your friend was overly excited.

“Okay, so anyways I was thinking that-,” you were then cut off by another phone call…the same number. Maybe the person had the wrong number you thought, so you picked it up. “Hello? Whoever this is you may have the wrong number…” you trailed off. The line went silent for a second. “Oh no I have the right number and the right person, I just want to have a little fun with you,” your face flushed pale as to who this was and what they could want with you, the robotic weird sounding voice on the other side of the phone sounded creepy and menacing.

The hair on your arms and neck rose your throat going dry, “Is this a prank call? Because this isn’t funny.” You tried to play it off that you weren’t even a tad bit scared. “No sweetheart this isn’t a prank call, why are you scared? Your voice seems a little shaky,” you could hear his smirk from the other end. “Fuck you!” And with that, you hung up the phone. Your friend was still on the line seeming worried at the sudden disconnection, “y/n what happened?! Are you okay you seem pale,” you shook your head. “No no no I’m fine it was just that person that called me on that number before…it was weird but let’s just please push that aside.” You both continued with your conversation as if nothing happened.

Not even a few minutes later the number appears on your screen once again, “What the fuck.” You sat up with a look of annoyance on your face. Picking up the phone once again you were getting pissed off at this point. “What do you want please stop calling me,” you spoke in an annoyed tone. “Don’t think I can do that…so I think you should listen because if you hang up the phone one more time I’m gonna slit your fucking throat.” Your eyes widened at his comment your mouth went dry, he spoke in a calm eerie voice. You couldn’t tell if this was a joke anymore but this is something you didn’t want to take lightly. “Mmm seems like you want to hear what I have to say now, good girl.” Your whole body tingled all over at the pet name, trying to shake off the feeling you focused and listened to what he had to say.

“You see usually I just kill my so-called victims if that’s what you want to call them, but you, I’ve had my eye on you for a while and I don’t want to kill you I want to keep you around as my little plaything, so if you don’t want to die I suggest you cooperate.” You’re breathing became shallow.

“Do you understand? Y/n?” The air in the room suddenly felt like it was compressed it was as if all the wind had been knocked out of you. How did he know your name? “How do you know my name?…” he slightly laughed. “I don’t think that matters right now does y/n? Pretty name for a pretty girl it suits you. But right now how about you text your friend and tell them something came up but it’s nothing to worry about and you’ll call them in the morning.” Not wasting any time you shakily sent the message waiting for his next demand.

“Good girl now for this last step and it’s very simple, close your eyes…I’ll tell you when to open them.” You closed your eyes tears threatening to spill from them as you were ridden with fear. You couldn’t even think straight. The constant thought of “am I gonna die?” ran through your mind like a broken record. The sound of the TV in the background tuning it out like static. Before you could even take another breath you felt a large clothed hand wrap around your mouth and another hand snake across your body holding you close by your waist.

“Don’t scream,” you heard a low voice talking into your ear. Your whole body began shaking all over your heart pumping as if it was about to come out of your chest. You began whimpering and breathing heavily into the hand that covered your mouth. “Relax I’m not gonna hurt you unless…” You felt something cold drag across your cheek down towards your throat. A knife. “I have to but we don’t want that do we?” You shook your head no. “Now I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth if you try anything you know what happens, you can open your eyes too,” you nodded.

His hand slipped away from your mouth, opening your watery eyes you were faced with a guy in a mask. He wore all black, a robe, and black boots, the white of his mask sticking out among the whole outfit. He was nicely built but sort of lean and he was tall maybe 5’11 or 6’0, taller than you though. He walked closer to you kneeling down towards your height, his raised his hand towards your face wiping the tears from around your eyes. “You look pretty when you cry but I rather see you cry from other things,” he snickered as your face became flustered at the thought of his comment.

“So y/n do you have a boyfriend or anything, by the look of it I’d say no,” he asked nonchalantly. What was that supposed to mean you thought…by the look of it? You shook your head no while looking down at both of your feet. “Mmm I like the sound of that,” it was difficult to stare at him not only because he was a murderer, he was wearing a mask and there were no eyes to make eye contact with. “You know you can relax around me, just because I’m a murderer doesn’t mean I’m not a person. I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“Yeah he’s a person but he still has killed people and how many people has he said that too before,” you thought.

“You don’t trust me do you?, well it seems I’m going to have to gain your trust in a short period.” You furrowed your eyebrows wondering how he was going to get you to trust him. “First things first whenever I ask you a question you have to reply with words got it?” You looked at him with low eyes, “Yes,” you murmured out. “Good, so what do you like to do for fun y/n?” you watched him as he sat down next to you on the sofa waiting for your reply to his question. “Uh I like to read and draw and hang out with my friends and stuff I also write, but it honestly determines what you consider fun so…” you trailed off waiting for his witty reply. “True, I like reading as well and movies…scary movies or horror movies,” he chuckled. “What kind of books do you like to read?” he leaned back into the sofa making himself comfortable as if he was at home. “I like the usual romance book but I also really enjoy thrillers and mystery books like stuff with kidnappings or murder and poetry books,” he laughed at your response. “You like murder books interesting well then I guess you should be enjoying our little interaction right now huh?” you rolled your eyes at his snarky comment. “I saw that little eye roll is someone loosening up,” you rolled your eyes again this time you asked him a question. “So what do you like to do for fun besides killing people and bothering me,” he turned his head out of curiosity with a possible expression of shock on his face at your sudden question, if you could see his face. “Ooo now I’m being interrogated, well besides being a murderer I enjoy reading as I said before and something else we share in common is drawing…yes I have talent besides getting away with murder,” you smirked at his attempt of making a joke. “Well if you can draw as good as you say you can then draw me something,” you said. He hummed in response.

Looking around the coffee table he saw your sketchpad that lay slightly hidden under all of the schoolwork. Grabbing the sketchbook he grabbed your mechanical pencil as well. He opened the sketchbook upon an empty page, “okay look at me I am going to draw your gorgeous face,” your face heated up at his compliment he was too into drawing already to notice. You watched him as he looked up at you from time to time sketching your face, you didn’t dare to look at his work until he was done. You wanted to be surprised.

Were you warming up to a serial killer?

15 minutes had passed and he was still working on his drawing. He was focused on it and was even getting closer looks at your face to add small details. “Okay, I am done.” He held the sketchpad to his chest then slowly turned it to reveal it to you. “Oh wow,” you stared at the drawing in awe. It looked exactly like you, every detail from the eye creases to the shape of your hair, it was phenomenal. “This is beautiful…” your words trailed off. Taking the drawing away from his hands you held it close to you looking at every part of it. He watched you fall in love with the sketch and chuckled causing you to look up at him. “Can I keep it?” You asked staring at him. His face blushed under his mask at your adoration, “Of course let me just…” he picked up the pencil signing his name at the bottom. Ghostface.

“Hmm Ghostface? I like it,” you weirdly enjoyed the comfort he gave you. “It wouldn’t be fair to have you just draw something for me and not let me return the gesture. Okay, now you look at me.” You quickly sketched something across your page only having the sketch take a few minutes to draw since there wasn’t much to sketch anyways. “Ok look,” you moved closer to him the heat from your body radiating off on him. “Do you like it?” He hummed. You looked at his face wanting to see what he looked like and what expression he was making. “Can I keep it as well?” You nodded putting your signature on the paper.

“Here,” you handed him the drawing watching him fold it and slip it in his pocket. You went back to admiring his drawing of you tracing your fingers lightly on the piece of art. “Do you really like it that much,” he leaned forward moving directly next to you, bodies touching each other that you could envelop each other in a hug. He put his arm around the back of the couch waiting for you to lean back into the couch to pull you even closer to him. He watched your little shorts ride up your thigh and your hardened nipples through your T-shirt. “Yeah I love it, it’s amazing,” you smiled looking at him then turning back around. His heart did backflips looking at your smile. He just wanted to grab you and have his way with you. He wanted to do so many bad things to you.

You leaned into him trying to show him something, “I love how you did your shading especially with the tiny details,” you pointed showing him what you were talking about specifically. He wrapped his arm around your back using his hand to point out his detailing, you became flustered at this position and how close the both of you were to each other. You looked up at him from time to time as he spoke, he closed off his explanation waiting for you to ask something else. With nothing else to say you just stared at the drawing some more he looked at you and down at both of your bodies.

“Y/n look at me,” you turned and looked at him out of curiosity. He studied your face his eyes working their way down to your lips, “Close your eyes, do you trust me?” You nodded yes closing your eyes along with your reply. You heard some slight shuffling noises, feeling his hand on your jawline moving his fingers across your face. You felt his thumb reach your lips moving his finger back and forth against your lower lip. Before you could say anything you felt two warm lips on yours, gasping you felt his tongue enter your mouth. His hands made their way from your face down to your body grabbing your hips pulling you onto his lap, wrapping your legs around him with your eyes still closed. His hands grabbed your ass sliding his hands up your shorts, your lips still connected your hips involuntary moving against him. “Fuck,” he groaned into the kiss as your movements made him hard.

Removing his hands from your ass he slid them up your shirt grabbing both of your breast squeezing and flicking your nipples. “Shit, please keep doing that,” you whimpered against his mouth, you broke the kiss putting your head in the nape of his neck grinding your hips against his dick. The both of you groaned nonstop, his hands now moving to the hem of your shirt tugging at it signaling for you to take it off. Sitting up you grabbed the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head he watched your breast bounce, his hands moved up and down your bare skin cupping your breast. “So soft,” he looked to the side seeing a tie lay on top of the couch he stretched out his arm grabbing it. “Whose tie is this,” he asked looking up at you, your eyes still closed. “It’s probably my dad's, why?” He looked at the tie.

“Come here, I’m gonna tie it around your eyes,” you leaned downwards your bare chest touching his chest. You felt his arms go around your head the tie wrapping around your eyes now not being able to see anything. “I can’t have you see my face but you can’t keep your eyes closed like this the whole time,” you wanted to see his face but that’s one thing he couldn’t trust you with. “Is it too tight?” You shook your head. “Good come here, sit up,” you sat up leaning forward slightly with your hands on his chest. You couldn’t see anything waiting for what he was gonna do. Suddenly you felt his hands on your lower back his lips kissing up your chest latching his mouth onto your left breast. Your back arched as you moaned quietly but loud enough for him to hear, he hummed hearing you moan. His hand moved down in between your legs slipping his hand in your shorts pushing your panties to the side, you felt the leather of his gloves touch you. You gasped at the sudden contact his thumb touched your swollen clit, he had barely touched you and you were already coming undone. “M-maybe you should take off your gloves so you can-,” he removed his mouth from your now swollen nipple and chuckled deeply cutting you off. “So what? So I can finger you? Huh?” you whimpered not wanting to respond, “Come on sweetheart tell me what you need,” you rode your hips into his thumb, the nickname making you wetter. “Finger me…” you spoke hoarsely. “Say please,” he spoke teasingly. “Please,” you said softly rolling your hips biting your bottom lip. He watched you do that little move groaning, “Fuck you’re so hot,” he talked lowly.

He removed his hand from in between your legs, looking at the wetness on his glove. “Your so wet, I wish you could see this,” you rolled your eyes under the makeshift blindfold knowing that he wouldn’t let you see anything. He took off his gloves throwing them onto the coffee table, “Take off your shorts and panties,” you obeyed his order blindly slipping off your bottoms tossing them on the floor now standing completely naked in front of him. “Lay back on the sofa gorgeous, legs spread,” he watched you lay down on the couch your stomach going up and down, your thighs beginning to close because you knew he was staring at you, “Don’t be shy keep them open, I haven’t had a taste,” your cheeks burned red. He grabbed your thighs pecking kisses along them, sucking hickeys into your thighs leaving a trail.

His fingers made their way up to your pussy, he swirled his fingers around in your juices collecting it around his fingers as if he was painting, your mewling just made him want to tease you more. “So wet…” he was mesmerized between your legs, he slowly pushed a finger inside of you causing your legs to tense up. He added another finger pushing them in and out slowly, “Are you going to cum already?” He felt you tighten around him. He laid his tongue flat on your clit while continuing to finger you, his tongue moved quickly against your clit pushing you to cum. “Come on pretty girl cum on my tongue,” he murmured against your clit. Shockwaves moved through your body as you felt a coil in your stomach about to snap, your words got caught in your throat but he already knew what you were thinking. Your hips jerked forward, you’re toes curling, “I’m cumming!” you shrieked he moved his fingers faster overstimulating your climax. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he moaned against you sending vibrations up the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck me…please,” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, now in between your legs. “I want you to beg for it, like the pretty whore you are,” you whimpered at his words. “Fuck me, please fuck me,” you attempted to roll your hips against him. “Mmm not good enough, say ‘fuck me please Ghostface like a slut, fuck my wet cunt’,” he spoke in a deadly serious tone waiting for you to repeat his words. “fuck me please Ghostface like a slut fuck my wet cunt please,” the desperate words spilled from your mouth as you pleaded with him. “Come on then, ride me, pretty girl,” he stood up swiftly pulling down his pants along with his underwear, his dick sprung out. Now sitting down next to you on the couch he patted his hand down on the space next to you telling you to come. You listened to the sound, “Come here on my lap,” you crawled on your hands and knees from your position on the sofa next to him, feeling out for him you felt his hand grab your wrists rubbing the skin softly with his thumbs. He guided you to his lap feeling the bareness of each other’s body, the heat and wetness of your pussy touched his thigh, he cursed under his breath at the feeling and the sight of you. “Are you ready sweetheart,” you hummed in response as he stroked his dick up and down.

“Lift up a little bit and move closer to me,” you followed his instructions your pussy now hovering over his cock. Your breath became deeper at the anticipation, “Bring your hips down,” you slowly brought your hips down feeling the tip of his cock press into your entrance. You splayed your hands on his chest on you felt yourself sink onto his cock you winced as you felt him fully enter you. “Fuck you’re tight, I can feel you squeezing me. So hot and wet inside I have to move,” he moved at a slow pace watching his cock move in and out of you, the wetness from your cunt collecting on his cock. He groaned watching as you ground your hips into him. You were in ecstasy, “Harder, deeper,” you chocked out waiting for him to fulfill your wish. He grunted deeply, snapping his hips into you as you squealed moaning louder. He pounded his cock into you, your moans becoming louder and louder, “Mmmm you’re so filthy, you like fucking a serial killer don’t you?” you mewled not being able to form words you were being fucked dumb not being able to think straight. “I-I’m cu-,” you were cut off by your orgasm washing over you practically screaming, “Fuck your squirting all on my dick,” he continued to relentlessly pound into you watching your juices spill all over him. Using one of his hands to rub your clit causing you to fall forward into his chest, “I’m gonna cum soon shit,” he muttered out.

“Don’t ruin the sofa.”

“I guess I’ll just have to cum inside of you then,” he smirked at you letting out a small squeak his strokes and thrust becoming deeper. Feeling as if he was hitting your cervix. He smacked your ass repeatedly making sure to leave handprints. “Your mine now, all for me nobody else. I’ll come sneak into your room and fuck you like a whore while your family sleeps huh? You like the sound of that don’t you? I can feel you squeezing me tighter and tighter. Y/n’s family doesn’t know their sweet little perfect daughter is being fucked by a serial killer and that she’s a little slut.” he laughed as you were too fucked out to even respond. “Gonna fuck a baby into you for good measure, so if I ever get caught you’ll have something to remember me by. If you don’t get pregnant from this I’ll fuck you countlessly until you do. Imagine a little baby in your tummy your belly swelling up and your tits getting bigger filling with milk,” His cock twitched at the thought. You sat there taking everything he said letting out small moans your body trembling all over at the sensitivity.

“I’m cumming,” his thrust became sloppy throwing his head back pushing you up and down on him. You felt hot spurts of liquid fill you up groaning at the feeling, “You feel so good I don’t want to leave from inside of you, fuck your dripping everywhere.” You laid your head in the crook of his neck, “I can’t move, I don’t think I can walk so sore,” your voice cracked and muffled as you spoke into his neck. “I’m sorry sweetheart but you were so good for me, too good,” he heartedly chuckled.

“I can’t believe you cummed in me what happens if I do get pregnant, is a murderer going to take care of my baby?” He sucked his teeth at your snarky question. “Yes I would take care of our baby,” he said putting the emphasis on ‘our’. You sucked your teeth as well.

“So now what you fuck me then leave, make your escape?” He looked down at you, “Well I can lay here with you for a little while maybe until you fall asleep then I’ll make my escape but you know I wasn’t kidding when I said your mine and I’ll sneak into your room like the pervert I am,” he snickered. “Very funny. Can’t believe I just had sex with you a murderer fuck what am I going to say if my parents see these marks on my body,” he rubbed your back and kissed down your neck, “Relax just live in the moment everything will be fine,” you sat up now facing him you hoped, “Will it? I can’t even see you right now I don’t know who you are—“ you were then cut off by a loud crack of thunder which caused you to jump slightly in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked sincerely. “Yeah, it just startled me,” you huffed out, he looked at you and the slight annoyance on your face. “Come on get up so I can get dressed and so you can take off the blindfold,” you shuffled off of him listening to the sounds of him getting dressed. “Fuck you need to clean up your spilling cum everywhere. I’ll get you a washcloth and some clothes. Stay right there, you can take off the blindfold by the way.” You heard him walk away his footsteps receding up the stairs. Reaching behind your head you undid the blindfold pulling it down from your face, looking up your eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light. You looked around to see that everything was a tad bit messy and you had to clean up before your family came home on Sunday. Then looking down in between your legs you saw the mess he was talking about, in the end, you couldn’t even keep the sofa clean. You examined your body through your phone camera, looking at the marks on your thighs the hickies and bite marks, the redness on your hips, and the purple and blue marks forming on your neck and tits. Turning your phone off you heard footsteps you looked up and saw him walking towards you, he was holding a fresh pair of clothes and a damp washcloth. He stood in front of you setting the clothes to the side, sitting next to you he motioned his hand for you to come here. “Come on let me clean you up especially since I know you’ll be too tired to do so,” you moved closer to him lying back on the couch. You felt the warm damp washcloth go up your legs in between your thighs, he wiped all of the juices that had come out of you gently wiping your clit which made you quiver a few times. He then wiped your chest and anywhere else you wanted, “Okay I’m done, here put this on,” he handed you a small pile of fresh clothes.

You quickly slipped on the clothes, it was a baggy shirt, underwear, and sweatpants, “I picked out sweatpants because it’s gonna get colder tonight and you were wearing tiny shorts and a thin shirt before, and this will probably stop the urge for me to fuck you again.” You chuckled looking at him, moving closer you leaned against him, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer into him. “Thank you for cleaning me up and for the sex,” you both smiled. “So when am I going to see you again?” His gloved hand rubbed your thigh, “Soon maybe tomorrow or the day after that. Are you gonna watch me on the tv?” He smirked looking at you and your pretty face you smiled at him and nodded biting your lips. He kinda became hard again looking at your face, your lips were swollen and puffy, your eyes were slightly closed and looked blissed-out, your neck had marks all over it. “Fuck y/n close your eyes just for a minute,” you didn’t ask any questions just closed your eyes. He took off his mask grabbing your face. Moving in your lips brushed against his, you kissed him gently at first. He groaned lowly slipping his tongue in your mouth, your body melting into his. Your tongues swirling around each other, he sucked on your bottom lip ending the make-out session sensually. He put his mask back on, “I just wanted to kiss you before I left. I can tell your sleepy too, come on lay down,” your eyes became slower.

He grabbed a blanket putting it around you. “Goodnight y/n,” he spoke in a whisper rubbing your head softly. “Goodnight,” you spoke sleepily, you saw him pick up his knife from the coffee table and slide it in his back pocket. “I’ll see you very soon, you’re mine don’t forget it,” his voice quite trailing off. He went through the back door, you heard it shut. Disappearing off into the night.

#smut #ghostface #fluff #ghostface imagine #horror #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x reader #y/n x ghostface #ghostface smut

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meltwonu · 3 years ago

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| 𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 | CHAPTER 10

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, dom!seokmin, (mutual)masturbation, sex toys, mentions of exhibitionism, dirty talk, sending of dirty photos/audios. Omg WE ARE BACK YET AGAIN!!😮‍💨😭 The last chapter for Neon Dream was in Nov right before I went to those bts concerts and then the rest of dec went to shit lmao ☠️ Altho January is kinda pickin up where dec left off in the shit zone so y’know, it is what it is lol… 😗🥲 Anyway, thank you so much for your patience and support with Neon Dream, I’ve very excited to get back into it! I know this chapter went up a day late and I am too sorry for that too, I had some business to attend unfortunately 😭 Thank you all for always putting up with my bullshit lmao... 😭💕 Enjoy ch10! And have a lovely rest of your weekend! 💕

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You’re nervous.

So much so that even Seokmin is concerned.

“Hey… Should we cut the fitting short, you look so… Preoccupied? I’m worried.”

His eyebrows furrow and his eyes are filled with concern as you kneel in front of him – shaky hands holding a needle in one hand and thread in the other as you gulp.

“H–huh? N–no, it’s okay, sorry I’ve just–just had a lot on my mind. We’ve been so b-busy with musical stuff so I feel like I’m just not, um, g-getting a lot of sleep, that’s all. It’s making me jittery, I think.”

You laugh nervously as Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek, nodding as he stares off into the mirror.

“If you need a break, just let me know, okay? I know it’s a lot of work but we’re allowed breaks too, y’know?” He laughs lightly under his breath – the action calming you a little as you join him.

“I know, it’s honestly not really hard work either, I think my brain is just always somewhere else lately. Or really, no where at all.”

“D’you wanna talk about it?”

You thread the needle, sighing as you start to hem one of the pant legs as Seokmin does his best to stand still.

“I mean, it’s just, I dunno – I think it’s just stress.” You sum it up as simply as you can; somewhat embarrassed to say any more than that knowing that a lot of your real frustrations lately were mostly sexual in nature.

“Like, from school? Or…?”

Seokmin peers down, eyeing the back of your head as you lean down to sew.

“I–I guess so… You know how it is.”

He nods gently, laughing as he remembers his debt to Jihoon being the cause of most of his stresses.

“Yeah, I–I get you. I’ve been thinking about quitting some of my part time jobs, it’s kind of getting to be too much and I’ve already missed so many shifts with all the musical rehearsals and stuff. Kinda feels pointless, y’know? To have them rely on me and I can’t show up.”

His cheeks burn knowing that half of that was a lie – but he doesn’t say more in fear of exposing himself.

Except it’s already too late.

“I thought you owed Jihoon for vocal lessons? And weren’t your extra jobs for rent bills ‘n stuff?? How are you gonna afford it, Seokmin? Did you get a new job?”

In a panic, he shifts slightly, almost kicking you as you yelp and fall backwards onto your ass on the carpeted floor.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry, hold on,” He helps you up and makes sure you’re okay, “Sorry, I’m so clumsy, I shouldn’t have moved like that when you’re literally holding a needle!”

You shake your head, giggling as you put the needle away for now; Seokmin being secretly glad that his little ‘fuck up’ seemed to have distracted you from the answer you were looking for, only moments prior.

“It’s okay, let’s take that break real quick, huh? And then I can finish hemming your pants and we can get out of here early.”

“Sounds good!”

But when you’re by yourself is the hardest part – being left to your own thoughts and imagination when you laze around in bed, in and out of sleep.

You hadn’t posted any more anonymous photos of yourself and you’d actually been too scared to listen to Dokyeom’s last stream in fear that he might’ve found out who you were.

It’d been a few days since your fitting with Seokmin and he’d been too busy with his vocal lessons and actual musical rehearsals to meet up with you – even going so far as to postpone a fitting session with you in favour of more vocal rehearsals.

But two things had come from that.

You’d realized that you were starting to really, really miss being around Seokmin.

And also that you couldn’t function without Dokyeom’s audio streams to get you off.

“This is so stupid…!” You scream into your pillow; legs thrashing wildly against your bed as you groan.

You had a real attraction to Seokmin and an obsessive fixation to a voice who apparently belonged to someone on campus – someone who could be anyone out of thousands.

“Maybe I can… Find out who he is... Get him to tell me so I can get over this...” Mumbling, you sit up, eyeing your laptop as you drag it closer.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe this will work…”

You load up Dokyeom’s chat window in a hurried panic; quickly making a decision before you completely regret it.

‘Hey, this is going to sound crazy but… In that one audio stream you did… The picture you were talking about was me. I just wanted to let you know.’

Dokyeom doesn’t respond for hours.

And you convince yourself that you’ve fucked up whatever it was you had with him. But you tell yourself you can then just focus on Seokmin instead; laughing maniacally to yourself as you sat in front of your laptop.

“It’s fine, it’s fine – Maybe this is better for me since I—��

*ping*

Your breath hitches – cheeks warm as your laptop screen lights up with multiple message notifications.

Dokyeom: Oh?

Dokyeom: Is that so?

Dokyeom: You know I’m going to need proof of that right?

Your mouth hangs open, unsure of what to do next.

You genuinely hadn’t thought about what you’d do if he actually responded.

Dokyeom: Sorry I didn’t reply sooner

Dokyeom: I was at work~

“Oh, f–fuck, wait, wait, wait…”

You scramble off of your bed as your eyes dart around your room; you could take a picture of the pink dildo that was in your photo as proof but you had to make sure nothing else in the photo had anything distinguishable.

“Okay, just—just one photo…”

Seokmin waits patiently as he twiddles his thumbs.

This meant a few things to him.

Mostly that he had a chance in meeting whoever ‘b@d_dream’ was and that they were closer to him than he ever thought.

‘I do want to meet her,’ He thinks to himself – cheeks warm with the thoughts of actually meeting the person who’d been able to help him find his confidence.

b@d_dream: [attached image]

b@d_dream: is this proof enough?

b@d_dream: or do you need more?

Seokmin clicks on the photo, eyes wide as saucers as he takes it in.

It was the same pink dildo and the same bra with the same purple and blue butterfly charm in the middle.

The same one that made Seokmin cum hard thinking about.

Dokyeom: Hmmm…

Dokyeom: Maybe… Can you send me a little more?

Dokyeom: I’ll reward you too~

Your body buzzes with electricity as you snap photo after photo for Dokyeom – adrenaline making you hurriedly put the lingerie set back on before easing onto the bed with your toy.

You snap a photo between your legs; the toy sitting right against your clothed mound much like it’d been in the photo and you check to make sure your face isn’t visible in it before you send it off.

“Oookay, deep breath, deep breath, what’s the worst that can happen?” You giggle nervously as shivers roll down your spine with the toy resting against your warmed skin.

And it takes a second for Dokyeom to respond back but when he does, it’s with an attached voice message that you weren’t expecting.

‘Hmm, oh my~ It seems like I’ve found my ‘lil princess after all, huh? What were the chances, sweetheart? Hah, you’ve gotten my cock so hard with these pictures… What do you think we should do about that, hmm? I’ve been thinking about you so much~’

You let out a mewl as you replay the audio – fingertips reaching for the toy while simultaneously trying to push your panties to the side.

You’re already embarrassingly wet when you glide the toy through your folds; soft cries on your lips at the desire to already slide it into your needy cunt. But you try to hold back as you snap photos of the toy glistening with your wetness – the images more revealing than anything you’d ever sent to anyone.

b@d_dream: [attached image]

Dokyeom: [attached voice note]

‘Oh? Already wet too? Tsk, what’s going on in that head of yours, huh? ‘Cause I’ll tell you what’s going on in mine’

There’s a moment of him shuffling around; the sheets rustling as he gets comfortable before you hear his long drawn out moans filling up the air.

‘I’m thinking about how good it’d feel to fuck you on campus now that I know we go to the same one – in one of the rooms where it’s just you and me, sweetheart~ How cute you’d be bent over one of the lecture hall tables with my cock deep inside that hot ‘lil pussy of yours… Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about that photo.’

Your breath hitches as you max out the volume to hear the slicked noises of Dokyeom’s hand sliding up and down his cock. He was touching himself too.

“Mmngh, D–Dokyeom…”

‘Mm, how cute it’d be with you trying to keep your voice down while I pound your ‘lil cunt… You wouldn’t want someone to catch us, would you? Or maybe you want someone to see how good you fuckin’ take it~ How your body jerks against the table when I’m fucking you good~’

Impatience gets the best of you as you make sure the dildo is thoroughly wet before you position it at your entrance – head thrown back when it meets no resistance when it slides right into your wet cunt.

Your shaky hand reaches for your phone again as you start to thrust the toy in and out with your other hand; the photos a little blurry when you send them to Dokyeom.

“Please, please, please…”

The two of you continue to exchange videos and messages as you get off together and Seokmin’s hand tightens around his cock; hips thrusting up into his enclosed fist as he stares at the multitude of photos you’ve sent.

The pictures of your pussy stretched around the thick dildo making his head spin.

He’d never done anything like this but the excitement was almost enough to make him cum.

“God–fucking–damn it…” Groaning, he imagines it’s his cock instead when he hits the record button on his phone.

“Mm, so you can take all of that toy inside your pussy, hmm? That means you’ll be good ‘n ready to take my cock too – after I make you cum with that toy~ Ah, sweetheart, you’re making it so hard to not cum… I wanna get you so dirty with my cum inside and on your pretty ‘lil cunt...”

His eyebrows furrow as precum leaks from the tip of his cock; his grip tightening when he starts to feel it start to throb.

“Ngh, please tell me you’re close too?”

You let out a cry as the dildo grazes your g-spot; your fingers sticky and wet from how much you’d been thrusting the toy in and out imagining it was Dokyeom’s cock instead.

b@d_dream: cklo s e….

Your eyes flutter shut imagining the scenario he’d fantasized about – toes curling at the idea of being fucked in such a public space with your panties just pushed to the side when he made you cum.

“Oh, mmnh, p-please… I need to, a-ah, cum so bad… I w-want it inside...”

Your walls tighten around the toy and you see one last voice message from Dokyeom as your shaky hand hits play.

‘Then cum. Right now.’

Crying out, you hastily open the camera app one last time before the pleasure washes over you completely and your back is arching off of the bed sheets – incoherent garbles rolling off of your tongue as you finally ride out your high.

“Oh?”

It takes Seokmin by surprise at the 8 second video you send him.

Eyes wide as saucers at the silent video that only shows the toy thrusting into your pussy all the way up to the base – the clip enough to send him tumbling over the edge of an orgasm as rivulets of cum paint his torso and his hand.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

It replays on his phone screen over and over as he rides out his pleasure and he goes so far as to time the movements of his hand to match the way the toy thrusts into you so that he, too, can imagine it’s his cock fucking you instead of the toy.

Seokmin rides out his high as sweat slides down his forehead, unsureness making him groan as he peers down at his phone.

What now?

b@d_dream is typing…

b@d_dream: I

b@d_dream: sorry i have to go

b@d_dream: i have an important meeting tomorrow so i have to go but

b@d_dream: can we talk about this next time? I promise

Seokmin laughs under his breath, nodding off with his hand still loosely wrapped around his cock.

Dokyeom: you owe me an explanation next time, okay, sweetheart?

Dokyeom: you can’t run from me forever~

#seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom scenarios #seokmin #dokyeom

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songfell-ut · 3 years ago

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**If this makes you feel things, please read moar**

Hiya, people. I have a really simple problem: I need money, and I would greatly appreciate receiving some here. To that end, I want to produce NSFW Songfell material (not individual commissions, but one collection of short pieces) at a rate of $1 for 20 words, up to 10,000 words.

Why? The short answer is that I am not facing homelessness or any other real emergency, we just really need a break. The long answer? Well...

*background ripples as flashback sequence begins*

Let's turn the clock back 18 years, when I was a wee lass of 19. I was moderating an anime message board for the Anime Web Turnpike (which was literally just a list of links to people's fan sites). I encountered a lot of cool people, especially another mod that I flirted with for a while and wound up driving a few hours to meet. We hit it off okay, but mostly as friends, which was fine. (If you're out there, Blue-Ghost, hi! Hope you're doing well!)

A couple weeks after this momentous occasion (I met a guy! For...sort of a date! And I didn't get murdered by an Internet stranger!!), I saw a post from a kid I'd noticed here and there. He'd never really stood out, just seemed kind of whiny and morose, as you do. Well, it turned out he was on summer break at New Mexico State University, and his mom had just gotten a job in my city in Texas, so he would be moving there for a few months--did anyone want to meet up and show him around?

Gonna be honest: I almost deleted it. I didn't really like this dude, and I didn't want our board to facilitate stranger danger. Buuut then I thought of meeting the other guy, and not getting chopped into pieces, and how I'd wished he lived closer so we could do friend stuff...so, with not much to lose (and the power to ban his potentially creepy ass), I PMed the whiny guy and offered to show him around town.

He was excited and non-murdersome, so I went ahead and agreed to meet him at his parents' house. To my surprise, it was barely 15 minutes from my parents, in a good neighborhood. Neat! So I went over there the next day.

...I don't think I'll ever forget driving down that street for the first time and rounding the corner, then immediately spotting my future husband. He wasn't the slouchy, twiggy douche I'd envisioned: he was a big, bearded teddy bear standing on the lawn with a nice smile, sporting a convention-style name badge and a Jimmy Buffet tarp held aloft to be sure I'd know which house it was. And I went...hm. Okay, cool.

Turned out his name was Mike, and he wasn't whiny. He was a shy, self-effacing, fairly awkward dude, and I thought it was kinda cute.

...I could literally go on writing this for hours, and I will do so if there's a lot of interest. To summarize, we met on the porch of my parents' house at 1 am just a few weeks later, the night before I was set to go live in Ohio for the summer. It was so awkward, we didn't know if we had to sign something or how exactly you get to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but we really liked each other, so yeah

...

Well. The story of how we met was cute, and I'm happy to report that we've been together ever since, married almost 10 years, and are the parents of a beautiful little girl. But life since then hasn't been very cute. We both eventually finished college with English degrees, and I have had literally two dozen jobs that my mental health has not allowed me to stick with--I was only diagnosed with inattentive-type ADHD and bipolar disorder type II a few years ago, nearly in my mid-30s. I'm now a stay-at-home mom, which does not pay well.

So, yeah, I do not have and cannot keep a job that will pull my weight in our very modest household, much less allow us to do anything cool. We never had a honeymoon, just walked around downtown the day after the wedding, and then I went back to school on Monday; we've never taken a vacation longer than an overnight trip or a weekend in a local hotel. Our families are amazing (little did I know visiting his house that day, I would end up living there off and on for two years) and I fully credit them with our survival, but they can't fix me. D:

Meanwhile, Mike is drowning. He's suffered from depression and a boatload of health problems due to his weight, and has spent three years working his ass off at an editing position that demands PhD-level skill but pays less than a goddamn fast-food job. I have been a financial millstone around his neck for a long, long time, and he never says a word to me about it because he's watched me try and fail for over 15 years straight.

(How sad is it that I barely even remember he has $50,000 out in student loans? It's such an immovable, impossible thing that we're not even worried about it, just keep applying for forbearance and waiting for the 25-year mark when it'll be forgiven. Only 12 more to go!)

This is depressing, but good context for why we want to go to his hometown in New Mexico for our 10th wedding anniversary, and why we need some help. I paid our motel and airfare way in advance, but our babysitting AND housesitting have fallen through (long story) and we have to reschedule everything, which is $204 for the plane tickets and...hopefully, that's it, but even that amount kinda wrecks our food and transportation budget. (Rental car prices rn are insane omg)

I was on the cusp of asking Mike this past week if we should just cancel the damn thing and do our usual anniversary celebration of hanging out downtown for a couple days, but after a particularly bad day at work, he just blurted out, "Oh my God, we have to go on this fucking trip," and my heart broke in a zillion pieces. D:

I feel a little bad writing this whole screed for money when there are people who need help more than we do, but then I remember that it's not a zero-sum thing where only one type of problem deserves any attention whatsoever, and I am also offering a valuable service in exchange--namely, what happens when Frisk teases her 10-foot husband about keeping her like a pet. Please don't worry about it if you can't spare any cash, just share the link and/or send good vibes my way. Love you all kthx <3

P.S. My patrons will be getting previews and informal polls on what direction to take with my crowdfunded filth. If this works well enough, hell, I'll do it again for more smut, idfk

tl;dr My husband deserves much better than he's gotten from life, and it kills me that my mental illness has made him have to work so hard. I will write porn in exchange for enough cash to take him back to his hometown for a few days' respite.

#songfell #extremely long storytime #it's not begging #just an offer of money for smut #capitalism

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years ago

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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