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lesbicosmos · 3 months ago

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day 1 of @palasakiweek !!!

day 1 prompt: hurt/comfort / sickfic

summary: crystal's on her period and suffering with it. niko helps with movies, noodles and cuddles.

notes: wrote this for my girlfriend :3 ( @giolovesyousm ilysm <33 )

also on ao3!!

found the place to rest my head (never let me go)

Niko awoke to the loud repetitive beeping of her alarm. She reached over to turn it off, but stayed lying down for a few minutes, just looking around her room. It was strange seeing all her things organised so differently – she may not have been living in Port Townsend for very long in the grand scheme of things, but she’d gotten used to where everything was there; everything had its place in the one huge room that was her apartment. Now, it was all different. The bedroom itself was smaller, so her bookshelves had all been pushed together and there was less wall space for her many posters. It was a welcome change, but a month after moving in, she was still getting used to it. Although, anything was worth it when there were other things mixed in with hers. She wasn’t alone anymore - she had Crystal. Crystal’s clothes were hung amongst hers in the surprisingly large wardrobe in their room, Crystal’s music posters joined her anime ones on the wall, Crystal’s long purple jacket hung right next to her thick green one on the back of the bedroom door. Having a roommate was brilliant, but even better that she was her girlfriend.

Niko rolled over, intending to gently wake the girl in question up – she always managed to sleep through the alarm somehow – only to find the other side of the bed completely bare, the space where Crystal should have been lying so cold, as though not having been slept on in hours.

Worried, she got out of bed, slid on her bright pink dressing gown and left the room. It really wasn’t like Crystal to go anywhere without telling Niko first, especially this early in the morning on a day they were supposed to be meeting Charles and Edwin at the office.

“Crystal?” she asked into the quiet of the apartment.

“’M’in the kitchen,” came a quiet response.

Niko entered the kitchen to find Crystal sitting at their small two-seater table with a cup of coffee in her hands. Her hair was strewn everywhere and she had bags under her eyes as she smiled weakly.

“You’re up early,” Niko said, walking over and dropping a kiss to the top of her girlfriend’s head on her way to the fridge.

“Does it count as being up early if you didn’t sleep in the first place?” Crystal replied as Niko poured herself a glass of orange juice.

“Oh. You okay?”

“Y’know how I started my period yesterday?”

Niko nodded.

“Yeah well, cramps decided to hit just as I was trying to get to sleep last night,” Crystal groaned, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Oh no. They’re bad?” Niko put her glass down on the table across from Crystal, instead running her hand through her girlfriend’s hair. Crystal relaxed slightly. “Day 2 always hits you hard, doesn’t it?”

“Yep. Took painkillers at like 6, they’re barely doing anything. What time is it now?”

“Just after 8."

Crystal’s eye’s widened in panic.

“Shit. We said we’d be at the office for 9.”

She made to move but Niko gently pushed her back into her chair, shaking her head.

“Nuh uh. You need to rest,” she insisted.

“But we’ve got new clients coming in, Charles and Edwin-”

“Charles and Edwin have been doing this a long time, I think they can manage this one without us.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, apparently unhappy with the idea; but Niko knew Crystal too well by now, could tell she was secretly relieved at not having to leave the flat. “Wait, without us? You don’t have to stay, you know. I’ll be fine.”

“But I want to.” Niko leaned down again, this time pressing a kiss to her forehead. Crystal’s eyes closed and she smiled. “I’ll go tell the boys.”

Niko headed into the living room and picked something up from the coffee table. At first glance, the object looked like a simple rock, like something a child would bring home from a day at the beach. However, it was actually one of two communication devices they had received as payment for a recent case. They were similar to the Spirit Finder stones the boys already had, only these ones were connected to each other, and worked like an audio texting device between any two locations. There was a phone in the office, but Edwin had insisted they use these stones – the phone was for clients only.

She tapped the rock three times, waiting for it to glow white to indicate the connection. She thought it was wild how easily her mind had adapted to the existence of such magical objects. But, she supposed, a lot of things become much more believable after you have two troublesome sprites try to rip you open from the inside, and then get killed by an evil witch’s spell but survive because of a magical bear stone and live in an alternate dimension for a few months until you find a way out. Yeah, that makes a lot of things easier to take in.

“Hey guys!” she spoke into the rock. She didn’t feel the need to check they were there; they always were, especially when the girls were due to go over. “Really sorry but me and Crystal aren’t gonna be there today! Crystal barely slept last night, she’s on her period and she’s not feeling too great so we’re gonna stay home and chill. Hope everything goes well with the new clients!”

She tapped the rock once again to end the message, and waited for a few seconds. Sure enough, the white glow returned and Charles’s voice sounded from the device. None of them had any idea how the sound came from the stone – there were no speakers – but who were they to question magic?

“Hey Niko! That’s fine, we’ll manage without you guys. Hope Crystal’s feeling better soon and we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Three taps.

“Yeah, hopefully!”

Niko went to return to the kitchen, but suddenly remembered something, and turned back into the living room, making a beeline for the bookshelf. She pulled a handmade square of quilted fabric off a large mason jar, and was met with groans of disapproval from its residents.

“Too fucking bright!”

“Seriously, are you trying to blind us?”

Kingham and Litty had also returned to the plane of the living when Niko did, and the others continued trying to convince her to get rid of them. Niko had refused. They had, after all, helped her come back, so it was the least she could do to not, you know, drown them or anything. She’d mentioned wanting to free them but changed her mind when she was met with looks of horror from Edwin and Charles.

“We really don’t need a dandelion epidemic in the middle of London, Niko.”

“Yeah I think keeping them in the jar is for the best.”

They’d complained, but didn’t seem too upset with the outcome when they’d been bought a bigger jar. And in the end, Crystal agreed to living in the same apartment as them, as long as they weren’t in their bedroom. So, the bookshelf it was.

“Look, I’m sorry for waking you but I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?”

“Seriously what’s so important you need to wake us up at the fucking ass-crack of dawn.”

“First, it’s like 8am! That’s a normal time to wake up. Second, you guys really need to be less you today.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Crystal’s on her period,” Niko explained. “She’s not feeling great and I really don’t want her having to deal with your…you-ness.”

“Oh boo-hoo!”

“Hey! She’s in pain! Wait- do sprites get periods?”

“Why do you care?” Litty asked, seemingly offended.

“She does,” Kingham nodded, and Litty groaned.

Niko really wanted to ask what exactly a sprite period consisted of given they were trapped in a jar, but she couldn’t get a word in because within thirty seconds, they were yelling at one another.

“Guys! This is exactly what we don’t want. Can you just like…be quiet for one day please?”

“Ugh, fine!”

“Can you at least put the cover back on? If we can’t talk I at least wanna get some fucking sleep.”

“Gladly,” Niko replied. “Now be good.”

With that, Niko placed the quilt back over the jar, blocking out most of the light. She took a deep breath before returning to the kitchen. She’d grown attached to the sprites, especially since they spent so long together in that weird inter-dimensional igloo, but god they could be assholes sometimes.

“Were you just talking to the sprites?” Crystal asked as she walked in.

Niko didn’t know if she’d heard them or if she could tell based on her tense expression. Probably both.

“Yep. They’ve promised they’ll be quiet today,” Niko picked up her glass of orange juice and took a sip, stepping over to stand right next to Crystal.

“Really? You sure they didn’t have their bitchy little fingers crossed behind their backs?” Crystal looked up at her, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

“Okay they probably did. But don’t worry, they won’t disturb us.”

“Thanks.” Crystal leaned into Niko. “What did the boys say by the way?”

“Charles says he hopes you’re feeling better soon.”

“That’s sweet. They’re sure they’ll be fine without us? I feel bad.”

“Crystal, they’ll be fine. They were fine for thirty years before us, right?”

“Debatable,” Crystal snorted.

She had a point.

“Still. You need to rest.”

“Fine.”

“Come on, wanna cuddle on the couch?” Niko stepped back, offering her hand to Crystal.

“God, yes,” Crystal replied, taking it.

“You go get comfy, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Niko pressed a quick kiss to Crystal’s lips before Crystal headed into the living room.

Nothing felt comfortable. Crystal tried to find a position on the sofa that didn’t feel like something was trying to claw its way out of her abdomen chestburster-style, but to no avail. She groaned, having given up trying after five minutes, when Niko walked in. She had two blankets over one arm and was holding a hot water bottle in the other.

“I didn’t know which blanket you’d want so I got the fluffy one and the thin one. I don’t want you getting too hot.”

“Thanks Niko,” Crystal smiled at how sweet her girlfriend was. “I think I’ll be alright with the thin one, especially with the hot water bottle as well.”

“Okay.”

Niko handed her the hot water bottle and the thinner blanket, folding the fluffy one up and placing it on the floor in front of the sofa just in case.

“And…” Niko started, reaching into the pocket of her dressing gown and pulling out a chocolate bar.

“It’s like 8am,” Crystal laughed, taking it from her and putting it on the side table next to the sofa.

“So? You’re allowed chocolate at 8am when you’re on your period. It’s like…the law or something.”

“Thank you.”

“Sorry that it’s just what we had in the cupboard, I can get dressed and go out and get you your favourite if you want-”

“Niko,” Crystal stopped her. “It’s great. You’re already doing more than enough for me, now come and sit down I need you.”

“Oh? What do you need?”

Niko sat down beside her on the sofa. Crystal immediately snuggled up next to her, her head on Niko’s chest and the hand not holding the hot water bottle resting on Niko’s knee.

“Just this,” she sighed.

“Ah. I can do this,” Niko replied, wrapping one arm around her and placing the other hand on top of Crystal’s, intertwining their fingers. “You comfy?”

“Yeah.”

It was nice, just sitting there in silence wrapped up in one another. It was quite the change to their usual day-to-day activities of running around London chasing after spirits and demons. Niko loved moments like these with Crystal, where she was calm and relaxed rather than her usual fiery, snarky, occasionally short-tempered self. Of course, Niko loved that Crystal too. She loved all of her, even the parts she was still trying to accept. Because no matter how mean she’d been in the past, no matter how often she lost her temper or started an argument with Edwin, she was still the person who offered her life for Niko’s after barely knowing her for two days, the person who became her friend when it felt like she was entirely alone, the person who tried her best to help her deal with her grief from her dad and convince her to get back into contact with her mom, the person who held her and cried for her as she died and was the first to pull her into a hug when she returned. She was gorgeous and messy and imperfect, and Niko loved her. She held her closer on the sofa, her hand running through her dark curls.

“I’m kinda glad we’re not working,” Crystal said after a few minutes. “I don’t know if I could handle Edwin’s…Edwin-ness today.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“I know, I know. He’s my friend and I love him like a brother at this point but…God, he can be frustrating at times. I feel like I’d just end up yelling at him when I’m this tired and like…hormonal.”

“It’s not your fault,” Niko comforted.

“I know that too, it’s just, since I got my memories back…like, I was so mean before. I really don’t wanna be that person anymore.”

“Hey.” Niko squeezed the hand she was still holding and kissed Crystal’s head. “You’re not. Who you were in the past…I know she’s technically still part of you but you’re not that girl anymore. You’re kind, and compassionate, and beautiful and sure, sometimes you and Edwin end up at each other’s throats a little but that doesn’t make you a bad person. Like you said, you’re like siblings. Most people are like that with their siblings, I think.”

Crystal looked up at her. In their position, it was difficult but neither really wanted to move.

“Thanks Niko, that really…it means a lot.”

“Well, it’s true.”

Niko leaned down the few centimetres necessary to press a kiss to the tip of Crystal’s nose, making her giggle softly.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Niko asked.

“Sure."

“What do you wanna watch?”

“I dunno,” Crystal shrugged. “You pick.”

“You sure?”

Crystal nodded as Niko reached for the remote.

♡ ⚢ ♡

Four hours went by in a comfortable domestic quiet, the two of them cuddled up together on the sofa watching the movies Niko picked, until the credits began rolling at the end of Princess Mononoke and Niko heard Crystal’s stomach rumble.

“You hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t exactly eat breakfast this morning. The only thing I’ve eaten is that chocolate we shared halfway through the first movie.”

“I’ll go and make lunch, what do you want?”

“I dunno,” Crystal shrugged again.

“You’re really not up for making decisions today, huh?” Niko giggled.

“No,” she laughed.

“Wanna try some of my noodles? They’re always good when I’ve got cramps.”

“Sure, what kind are they?”

“Well, my favourite ones are the chilli ones but you might not want those. Spicy and cramps don’t tend to mix. I think we’ve got some chicken ones in the cabinet too, they’re the ones I usually find helps with the pain.”

“Sure.”

“I mean they’re nowhere near as good as the chicken udon my mom used to make, but they’re still good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Crystal chuckled.

“I’ll go make them, you choose the next movie while I’m gone,” Niko said, untangling her limbs from where they had become indistinguishable from Crystal’s and standing up. “This is supposed to be your day and so far, we’ve watched two Studio Ghibli movies.”

“Hey, I like Ghibli too!” Crystal argued.

“I know but I was the one who chose them so it’s your turn.”

Niko leaned down to press yet another kiss to the top of Crystal’s head before heading into the kitchen. Crystal smiled to herself – that was the fourth head kiss today and it was barely the afternoon. It had become their thing over the last couple months, and had begun when they’d only just got together, back when they were living out of the rarely used spare room of Charles and Edwin’s office. (After the girls finally got a place of their own, with funds from both Crystal’s parents and the Agency’s steady stream of clients helping to pay their rent, the boys redecorated the bedroom for themselves. Crystal didn’t ask why two people who physically couldn’t sleep needed a bedroom. She didn’t want to know.) Whenever Niko left a room, or entered it, or whenever she liked, really, she would kiss the top of Crystal’s head. At first, it was Niko playing on their height difference, the fact her lips were at Crystal’s head-height unless Crystal was wearing her platform boots, but it had become such a routine for them there were no signs of it stopping. Even Edwin found it sweet, though he seemed to feel that way about almost everything Niko did. That was one of the many things the two of them had in common: their overwhelming love for one Niko Sasaki.

♡ ⚢ ♡

Niko returned several minutes later, a pot of noodles in each hand. She handed one to Crystal.

“Hope you like them. Oh, and don’t forget to take some more meds, you could’ve had some like two hours ago.”

“Shit, yeah,” Crystal swore, moving to get up.

Before she could, Niko pulled the box of tablets out of her pocket.

“Thank you,” Crystal sighed.

Soon, the two of them were resettled on the sofa to start the next movie, both with a pot of noodles in their hands, still leaning as far into each other’s space as they could without causing a food-related accident.

“Jeez, I can smell the spice from here,” Crystal laughed.

“Yup,” Niko replied.

“Can I try some?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Niko twisted some of the noodles around the fork, as Crystal leaned forwards to eat them off it. She swallowed, then immediately started coughing.

“Holy shit!”

“You okay?” Niko asked, worried and reaching for the glasses of juice she’d poured them while the noodles were cooking.

“Yep. Just…wasn’t expecting them to be that spicy.”

“Too hot?”

“No, they were good. I like them, I just… yeah I don’t think they’d pair well with the current state of feeling as though my uterus is trying to claw its way out of my body.”

“Oh no…”

“The noodles are helping, though. Thank you.” Crystal smiled, returning her attention to her own non-spicy pot.

“You like them then?”

“Yeah, they’re so good.”

“Good. Did you pick a movie?”

“Yep.”

Crystal picked up the remote, and pressed play. Niko recognised the film immediately.

“Scooby Doo: The Movie? I said pick something you like.”

“Hey I do like this! I was obsessed with this movie when I was like 9. It kickstarted my obsession with Sarah Michelle Gellar. Then I made my dad buy all the Buffy DVDs when I was 12, then that was my favourite show for like two years,” Crystal said proudly.

“Woah."

“Yeah, imagine the shock on my face when I found out demons and supernatural beings and shit were real, and I was kind of one of them.”

“You’re my favourite supernatural being,” Niko said proudly and leaned across to kiss Crystal’s cheek.

“Shut up.”

“Nope,” Niko grinned.

♡ ⚢ ♡

“Hey,” Niko said quietly, around 20 minutes into the movie. “Do you wanna pause the movie a sec? I’ll go put the pots in the trash.”

“Sure.”

Niko stood up and went back into the kitchen, and when she returned less than a minute later, Crystal looked at her and laughed.

“What?” Niko asked.

“I just noticed, your lips are like, bright red.”

“That’ll be the noodles,” Niko giggled.

“You look somehow even more kissable than normal.” Crystal’s head was tilted to the side slightly in the way it always was when she flirted.

“Oh. Really?”

“Mhm.”

Niko barely had chance to sit back down on the sofa before Crystal pulled her in, quickly connecting their lips. Niko kissed back gently at first, not wanting to cause Crystal any more pain than she was already in, but Crystal’s eagerness spurred her on and soon she was pulling her as close as physically possible, both of them seemingly attempting to devour each other’s mouths. Niko tried her hardest to bite back the sounds threatening to escape her throat as Crystal took her bottom lip into her mouth and sucked.

Eventually, they broke apart, for no reason other than the need to breathe.

“Feeling better then?” Niko whispered.

“A little. Still feels like there’s some kind of rave happening in my uterus, but it’s not as bad as it was earlier.”

“Yay, the meds are helping.”

“I think it’s mostly you to be honest. And the noodles. But mostly you. Thank you for this.”

“Of course.”

As much as she wanted to pull Crystal’s lips back to hers, she knew they had all the time in the world for that. So, with one more kiss to the forehead, Niko gently pulled Crystal back into their cuddling on the sofa and pressed play on the movie once again.

♡ ⚢ ♡

“You up for another?” Niko asked after the end credits of Scooby Doo 2 finished rolling a few hours later. “We could watch the 2009 movie, too. You might have had a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar but I was obsessed with Hayley Kiyoko. Her as Velma was an awakening.”

“Hmm…” Crystal hummed into Niko’s shoulder.

“Are you falling asleep?” Niko giggled.

“No.”

Liar.

“Yes, you are.”

“S’not my fault you’re comfy.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Niko shifted to move but Crystal held her still.

“It’s like 5pm. You’re not tired.”

“I don’t care. You need to sleep in a proper bed.”

Crystal gave in, allowing Niko to lead her into the bedroom and under the covers. Niko left the room, only to come back a few minutes later.

“I refilled your hot water bottle and brought you more meds,” she said, placing them down on the bed.

“Thanks babe,” Crystal muttered, yawning.

After Crystal had taken more painkillers, Niko climbed into bed next to her. Crystal immediately resumed their cuddling from the sofa. Niko never would have expected Crystal to be the clingy type, but she is not complaining.

“You know, I’m genuinely shocked the sprites were actually quiet.”

“Well…when I made them their little quilt I may have asked Edwin to put a silencing charm on it. They were probably yelling at one another all day.”

“Genius,” Crystal laughed, burying her head into Niko’s chest.

She seemed to have made a home on Niko’s chest over the last few months. Even before they got together, they would cuddle up together on the sofa in the office while the boys were out, or in the spare room while they were there, and Crystal would lay her head on her chest, listening intently to her heartbeat as though making sure she was still there. Every time Niko would hum softly, ensuring Crystal felt the vibrations of the sound. It was her wordless way of replying, of reassuring her she was really there, she was back, and she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“Thank you for today,” she said, her voice more of a mumble against Niko’s pyjamas.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.”

“It’s not though, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Well as your girlfriend, it’s my job to be here for you when your period’s kicking your ass.”

“I really don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Niko gently took Crystal’s jaw and tipped her head up to look at her. “Yes you do. We both deserve this. Well, you don’t deserve to be in pain, but us lying here together, just…in each other’s space…we deserve this.”

Crystal still didn’t fully believe her. Niko absolutely deserved it, but she still had doubts about herself. She still carried so much guilt for the horrible person she was before she met David, the even worse person she was once he’d really gotten to her. But, she supposed, if someone as intrinsically good yet painfully damaged as Charles could want to be her best friend; if someone as hurt and austere as Edwin could value her friendship and want her around despite their bickering; if someone as sweet and kind and loving as Niko could want her like this, could feel comfortable and safe with her in her arms and want to do everything to help her when she was feeling down, well…maybe she could believe it a little. Maybe she could accept that after everything, despite what she had done in her past, she did deserve something as good as the life she had now, wrapped in the arms of the girl she loved, who loved her so much in return.

“I love you,” she said, squeezing her arms around Niko’s waist even tighter.

“I love you too.”

With one final kiss dropped into her curls, Crystal finally drifted into sleep.

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It was around 8pm when Charles picked up the communication stone that sat on one of the many shelves in the office and tapped it three times.

“Hey guys,” he said into the rock. “Just letting you know today went great! It was just a run-of-the-mill haunting in the end, so it’s all sorted now, hope you two are doing okay!”

A minute passes with no reply.

“Guys?” he says again.

Still no reply. Charles put the rock back in its place and walked over to the mirror.

“Charles, you know they said we could only use their bedroom mirror in absolute emergencies,” Edwin said from the desk.

“They’re not replying! This could be an emergency, mate, what if some poltergeist or something got into their flat?”

Without thinking for a second, Charles reached out and tapped the mirror. Ripples appeared centred on the point he touched, and the image changed from a reflection of the office to the view of Crystal and Niko’s bedroom from their dresser. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him.

“They’re probably just asleep, Niko did mention Crystal barely slept last night.”

Edwin was right. The girls were both lying there, only their heads and shoulders visible poking out of the duvet, Crystal’s head on Niko’s shoulder as they slept soundly.

“Yeah, they are. They’re fine.”

“Good. Now, are you going to help me finish up this case file?”

“’Course love.”

Charles took one last glance through the mirror at the two of them – curled up in each other’s space, holding one another close, the very image of domestic bliss – before tapping the mirror once again, leaving the two of them to their peace.

#the way i wrote this while my gf was on her period and now im posting this while im on mine #lesbianism fr #anyway AHHH ITS FINALLY PALASAKI WEEK IM SO EXCITED #dead boy detectives #dbda #dbda netflix #palasaki #crystal palace #niko sasaki #palasaki week #palasaki week 2024 #my fics #my dbda posts

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lexosaurus · 5 months ago

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So I'm updating Everything Was White next week and I just wanted to say that I actually wrote the bulk of the upcoming chapter 2 years ago, and have been just slowly tweaking it ever since (and then wrote the other scenes last month).

I'm super excited though to and the reason for this is that Danny is going in public.

“Hey! Tim, what the hell?” One of the men jumped out of the way. The voices in the room hushed. Immediately, Danny was aware that every eye was on him. Yeah… “Whoa, is that—” Someone muted the music. “That’s the Phantom kid!”

#danny phantom #everything was white #i've been VIBRATING about releasing this since i wrote it #i can't believe it's finally coming up!! ahhh!!#not sure on the exact day i'm releasing it because the chapter's currently being beta-ed #but likely on Wednesday or Thursday #my bf's visiting for a few days so i want to release it after his visit's done so im not distracted while he's here!

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sashiavi · 9 months ago

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Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

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fqlling4it · 3 months ago

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teenager in love | lando norris x popstar! reader

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yourusername me and the boyfie

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user36 hello????

↳ yourusername hey girl 😁

user31 since when ????

↳ user19 nah that’s what i’m saying because she dropped a breakup song and dipped and comes back with a boyfriend ????

lilymhe why am i just finding out about this ???

↳ yourusername sorry babes, i’ll text you! 💗

user81 mother leaves for a year and a half and comes back with a boyfriend ???

user4 who cares? let me be your boyfie instead

↳ user373 get UP bro

sabrinacarpenter pretty pretty girl

↳ yourusername ahhh love you 💗

landonorris

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landonorris aug 24. sun and things ☀️

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↳ user84 he really though he could just sneak in that second photo and we wouldn’t notice

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↳ landonorris she says it was nice to meet you

oscarpiastri seems like you’ve had a great summer

↳ landonorris wonderful break with some time away from you 😂

user71 thirst trapping like it’ll make us ignore that second pic

user4 he has a girlfriend????

alex_albon finally! no more fifth wheeling george and i (lily says hi)

↳ landonorris years in the making! (she says hi back!)

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[story 1: ootd 💗]

[story 2: picnic turned into lego building!]

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landonorris you didn’t post my finished product ☹️

↳ yourusername it would’ve ruined the softlaunch i fear 💔

landonorris just hardlaunch, problem solved 😁

↳ yourusername after the song releases

landonorris song???

carmenmmundt you two are so cute, it was great having a double date the other day! 💗

↳ yourusername no third wheeling you and george anymore ☺️

carmenmmundt my baby’s all grown up now ☹️💔

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user4 nooooooooooo please just one chance i beg 🙏

lilymhe this is still insane to me

↳ yourusername you literally knew i had a crush on him 😞

lilymhe i thought it was a joke, i would’ve done some matchmaking baby

↳ yourusername god bless your boyfriend (🤮) for getting us together ☺️

sabrinacarpenter girl get your ass in the studio and leave the man

↳ yourusername what if i tell you i wrote a song about him ☺️

sabrinacarpenter hmmm cute, send it my way baby 🥰

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yourusername teenager in love out at midnight! (no official photoshoot this time, enjoy the photos my man took 😁)

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↳ yourusername hi lily!!! 😁

user821 mother may have a boyfriend but at least we get a new song

landonorris so excited to hear it!!

↳ yourusername hope you like it 💗

user832 mother just one lyric please please 🙏

↳ yourusername and you make me feel like i’ll be forever young 😁

user4 gonna pretend this songs about me instead of her man ☺️

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landonorris girlfie’s new song is out, enjoy! (yes, it’s about me 😁) yourusername

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sabrinacarpenter that’s my girlfie btw

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user4 him of all people ???? him????

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alex_albon next double date when ?

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user832 ok they’re kinda cute though

↳ user93 no fr, the way he made a whole post about her new song ???

user81 mama y papa

oscarpiastri no more moping around the garage that she can’t be there 🙏

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user12 ok but have yall even listened to the lyrics ????

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lilymhe hard launched finally?

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mommynott · 2 months ago

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Omg omg omg I’m OBSESSED with your blog and love your writing!! Could you do an established relationship with Theo where he is MEAN and degrading and just overall super rough and if you could include giving him head (I wanna suck this man off so bad) ahhh ily and thank you in advance if you do it 😛

Awwwwe anon! You’re too sweet love, appreciate you bunches! 💋

Of course, I wrote out this little Drabble of toxicbf!theo/mean!theo BUT there will be more coming too👀 I’m a sucker for toxic men all around

Girl you and me both 🫦

Alright let’s suck some dick😈

Unhealthy Embrace

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: You’re sucking off Theo but this time he’s your toxic…mean…degrading Bf

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, toxic!theo, toxicbf!theo, mean!theo, oral, degrading, blowjob, toxic relationship, dirty talk, rough, slapping, dom&sub

Gluck Gluck Gluck- The sounds of you slurping down your boyfriend's massive length was heard around his dimly lit dorm room.

“Open up- Open that fucking throat. I know you can.”

Theodore growled, his hands wrapped tightly in your silky hair while he shoved you further down his cock. Feeling tears pricking your glossed-over eyes. “-Mhhmm” Muffled little whimpers fled your lips along with your drool.

“More my little whore…Open it the fuck up.”

Here he was again, his dominant side in full force but when wasn’t it? He always had that natural assertiveness to him…and the maliciousness.

Theo pulled your mouth off his throbbing soaked cock, tugging your head back. A gasp for air escaping your lush lips. “-Fuck…I’m trying, baby-” -Slap

Your cheek burned up as Theo swatted his heavy palm across your face, his jaw clenched. Those ocean eyes darkening down at yours. “Try harder, whore.”

Submissively, you nodded your head, gazing up at him apologetically from under your lashes. “O-okay-“ Your knees practically sank into the stone floor, or at least it felt that way from how long you’d been blowing him for.

Before you could even finish your sentence he rammed his shaft deep down your throat once again. Both of his hands gripping tightly in your locks.

“Fuckin’ Finally- Cazzo…That’s it. Take this fucking dick down that throat.”

Theo grunted through his merciless plows, your mascara now a mess as it dripped down your face. Your spit drenching around his cock.

Was Theodore toxic? Mean?….An asshole? Perhaps. But you fucking loved it. Living for the roughness of not only your relationship but of the sex too. Granted, you weren’t perfect either.

“Faster, slut- Fuck! Faster…” Theo growled, barring his teeth, not holding back as he fucked your pretty face. Tasting the leaking salty precum that dripped from his tip, all over your tongue. A sinister and cruel smile danced on his lips. Enjoying seeing you like this. As a fucking mess. His mess.

“-Mmhhmm-“ You managed to muffle out while you bobbed your head even faster, the pressure of him pushing you down practically numbing your esophagus.

Your throat was surely bruised by now, getting completely destroyed by Theodore. Not like this was anything new though. Not at all. You fucking lived for this.

“You better swallow-Fuck! You better swallow every last drop, understood?”

His eyes were now as dark as the ocean's shadowy depths. Somewhere only the sirens could drag you too. You could feel his shaft twitching around your stretched-out throat. Blinking the tears away from your blurry vision. “-cum…down my- throat…” You mumbled through his rough thrusts.

The drool leaking down onto Theo’s balls, your needy little whimpers, your luscious and swollen lips, the delicious-looking mess of you. He couldn’t hold back anymore, his sticky seed spilling down your throat. And like the good little sub you are, you took it all, swallowing it whole just as you were told.

“Cazzo, Cara….” Theodore breathed out, slowly letting his cock slip out from your mouth. He took his thumb, brushing it over your full bottom lip before lifting you to your feet. “Such a good little slut…my little slut.”

His tongue glided over the inside of his cheek in a taunting manner before pulling you into a hug. His musky cologne mixed with the smell of stale cigarettes wafting over you. A smell you had grown to love regardless of how toxic he could be.

“….And….I always will be, Theo.”

With your voice now hoarse from the insane beating your throat had endured, he reached his hand down, planting a hard smack to your ass before throwing you onto his bed. Stalking over to you with a hunger.

“Damn right…I've destroyed that throat of yours…Now it’s time to destroy that little pussy…”

Heheheh had so much fun writing a little bit of toxicbf!theo

Anything for my smut sluts 💋

Requests and asks are open for you beauties, anything you want even if it’s just to chat 🥰🖤

Divider is from @anitalenia 🌙

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leclarifies · 2 months ago

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i love you. it's ruining my life. (MV33)

✰ max verstappen x popstar!ex!reader ✰

summary: you and max have been broken up for four years now, going no contact for the entirety of those years. never bothering to contact eachother but he invites you to one of his races one day after the last show of your tour, who were you to say no?

genre: angst (im sorry)

wc: 3k

a/n: AHHH, THIS WAS WAS A DOOZY!!!!! i loved writing this (i mostly just like hurting myself more than anything). kind of dark themes tho, ooc max bc he vvv loving and would never cheat on his lover. thank you so much for 100 followers btw!!!!!! i wrote this as a 100 follower special :3 thank you so much for my supporting my short journey as a tumblr writer, you guys inspire me to write even more for you guys. can you imagine that's it's been a week of writing and i've already gained 100 followers?? i love you guys so much.

warnings: mentions of existing relationship with kelly, cheating

"thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up. another fortnight lost in america." - taylor swift, 'fortnight'

isn't it ironic that careers can really separate you from what truly made you, you? being a popstar, touring for months on end, surrounding yourself with new people, new opportunities, made it hard for you to reconnect with the people that helped you from day one.

it wasn't like you cut them off, or stopped talking to them. you tried. you really tried, but sometimes life goes on and people forgive and forget. your old life before you started your career was slowly being etched away and replaced with new pieces.

and maybe that was a bad thing.

"on stage in 2 minutes," a voice snapped you out of your trance, you looked up. you looked amazing in your sparkly dress, it was the last leg of your tour and you were touring in europe.

you had been offered to attend a formula one race this weekend after all of your shows had been concluded, you've been thinking about it, but you're not sure you want to go. one of the people from said past was in attendance and you're not sure if you wanted to immerse yourself in that again.

you didn't think about it for long though, you were due for a show and a show was what you're going to give.

it wasn't long until the weekend, friday to be exact and you had accepted the offer of being on the formula one paddock, you knew that a certain ex-boyfriend was going to be there, racing on the track and you were invited personally by him, which was why you were so skeptical to go.

POPSTAR Y/N BREAKS UP WITH F1 DRIVER MAX VERSTAPPEN.

you remembered the headlines, you remembered what you let go of but seeing someone you still loved after your break up almost four years ago stung a little bit.

you couldn't blame him though, you were the one to break things off all those years ago. it wasn't because you had a terrible relationship with him, but it was more because you both didn't have time for eachother and you could see it in his face everytime you came home to monaco after a long show.

"i miss you, when can you finally stay and actually stay awhile?" max's face looked pitiful and you could only look down at your feet, you felt guilty. you wanted this career, he pushed you for this career but sometimes you wished that you could split yourself in two to cater to both his needs and yours.

you look back up at him, locking eyes with his stormy blue eyes, "i don't know maxie, maybe next month? i don't really have a schedule for next month, i can stay in monaco with you for awhile—"

"you said that last month, when are you actually going to be free schatje?"

"max, i can't give you a definite timeline—"

"what's the point of me being in a relationship with you when i can barely see you?"

it hurt to hear those words come out of his mouth.

maybe that's when you finally realized that he deserved someone normal, someone who wasn't a famous singer and could actually spend time and be there for him.

but here you were, amidst the paddock with a singular security guard because you didn't think you needed more than one, considering security around the paddock was tight in of itself.

the red bull's garage had been nice to you, offering you anything you possibly could need while being on a grand prix, you had politely declined any type of special treatment though, wanting to feel like a person for once in your life.

you wouldn't say your job is the hardest in the world, never. doing what you loved while meeting all of your fans was going to be the highlight of your day, but sometimes the job came with crazy fans that would invade your privacy for selfish reasons, and it made you a tiny bit stressed.

you remember starting out from the netherlands, starring in small gigs before getting signed to a mega corporation in america, which was when you moved. you slowly lost contact with your friends, but you were sure they were proud of you although you weren't proud that you lost contact with them.

you knew that if you contacted them that it would be awkward, there was just no way they would even remember you, right?

you were walking about aimlessly around the paddock, it was free practice day which meant that after the allotted time of the free practice, drivers were free to roam around the paddock however they wanted. you were scared on what you had to face today.

you told yourself to just keep calm, take whatever you got this weekend and just react like a sane person.

saturday came and went, you attended the paddock to watch the qualifying session, of course, max came out on top. was it even a surprise to you? you knew he was the best of the best, you never expected less of him, even after all these years.

sunday was here and maybe it was the anxiety, but you felt like throwing up when you saw max approach you.

"y/n, it's good to see you."

god, those eye-smiles. you could never get tired of them.

"hi max, congrats on starting out pole for this weekend," you told him as you shook hands with him, he was all smiles.

it felt good to see him happy.

"how has the paddock been treating you?" max asked, gesturing all around him, "have you tried the food? it's really good."

you nod as you let go of his hand, clasping it with your other hand, a nervous habit, "yeah, the food's good. how have you been? i haven't talked to you in awhile," a nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat, you were nervous to see him, maybe it was those damn butterflies in your stomach that you couldn't get rid of when he looked at you with those blue eyes of his.

"i know, you've been quite busy right?" max laughed at you, he felt silly conversing with his ex-girlfriend like this, like they didn't have a past.

you could only nod and smile back at him, shoulders tense, "yeah, touring's been eventful. it's the last leg of the tour so i decided to come, thank you for the invite by the way, i really appreciate—"

"max, who's this?" a voice came from behind you, quite condescending if you did say so yourself, cutting you off, you turned your head around to see his girlfriend and his girlfriend's child coming into view, walking towards max and wrapping max with her arm as a possessive embrace.

max kissed her cheek, and that hurt. you didn't want to know why, but you knew. he spoke up afterwards, "this is y/n, she's a singer. i wanted her to come because she had a show here, thought the timing was quite convenient for her. y/n, this is my girlfriend, kelly piquet. she's a model."

you extended your hand as a form of hello before introducing yourself, "hello, i'm y/n—"

"yeah, i know who you are," kelly cut you off again, you were quite taken aback by the hostility, your hand left hanging but then again, max was talking to one of his ex-girlfriends. you thought you would react the same way, so you didn't take it too much to heart. her face was something you'd describe as an angry, possessive tiger, brows furrowed, frown on full display.

"i didn't mean to take time away from your boyfriend. i was just having a little chat pre-race," you tried to give her a smile while returning your hand back to your side, but kelly was adamant about standing her ground.

little penelope was looking at you like she had stars in her eyes, you smiled at her. as if it was a sign of whether she should speak up, she starting speaking to you directly, "hi, i really love your songs. do you think you can stay in the red bull garage and we can take pictures together?"

you giggle and bend down to her level and pat her head, "hi little p, of course we can take pictures together— that's if your mother lets me," you acknowledged that this little girl was no ordinary little girl and was your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's child.

"can we all talk in private please?" kelly excused the three of them away before you could even give her a response but you understood her. standing back up before walking off deeper into the paddock.

MAX'S POV

"i don't understand why you would invite her!" kelly was pacing around the motorhome, here we were fifteen minutes before race start and here my girlfriend was still yelling over something that happened two hours ago.

"kelly, i just thought it was a good idea. i wanted to invite her because i know p was such a big fan of hers—"

"she's your ex for god's sake, max!" kelly yelled out yet again, "why would i ever approve of her coming to one of your races? let alone be near to p??" her pacing was more feverish now, like she was scared.

i could only sigh, honestly i wasn't too worried about this problem at the moment. the only thing on my mind was the race and only the race.

"look, can we talk about this when i've finished with my race? i really need to focus and you keeping me locked up in here isn't going to help with it," i stood up from my seat, i didn't want to hear anything else come out of her mouth other than a 'okay' and letting me walk out of here.

"don't you think our relationship is at stake here—?"

"if you don't let me go out into the garage, then we're nothing kelly," i say with finality, i wasn't going to let her ruin a race, "i told you, we will solve and talk about this issue later, but you chose to lock me up in here. there will be nothing to salvage if you don't let me do my job."

kelly wordlessly stepped out of the way of the door and let me go, thankfully just with enough time where i could run down and get into the garage, getting me in racing gear.

thankfully the red bull mechanics and officials were understanding enough to let me rush and get inside of my car, getting into the chasis just at the right moment where we would need to drive out.

it was going to be a fine race for me. i knew it. i had enough confidence in myself to know whether i could win a race, and this was one of them.

"and that's p1 max, great race," gp was in my ear, i was proud of myself for winning, but kelly was gnawing the back of my mind. although, the first face i saw when i got out of the car was y/n's.

it felt like my heart stopped beating, i thought i got rid of those stupid butterflies ages ago, but nothing ever beat seeing her smile after i finished a race. she looked so beautiful, so ethereal but i washed those thoughts out of my head.

i had a girlfriend.

i can't run up and hug her because she's my ex. i have a loving relationship in front of me. what was i thinking?

kelly was nowhere to be found in the celebratory pit, i thought that maybe she was still too angry to face me at the moment. it stung a little bit, but she'll get over it. i'm sure.

the night moves on fast, and somehow i found myself still in the garage fixing a few things with the sim, most of the mechanics and staff were long gone. with kelly nowhere to be found. sometimes i felt bad, for still harboring feelings for an ex that left me four years ago.

my relationship with her felt so different with kelly's...

she was like fresh air you would breathe after exiting a club in the middle of the night, the smoke that clouded the air dissipating almost instantly after that fresh air hit your lungs. somehow, even four years later i still find her in little things i do everyday.

against my better judgement, i picked up my phone and i gave her a call.

"hello?"

i breathed out a sigh of relief when i realized she hadn't changed her phone number yet.

"it's me," were the words that left my lips, "you wanna come celebrate with me tonight?" i was picking on my jeans, i didn't want her to say no. i just wanted to spend a little time with her.

"what about your girlfriend? isn't she going to be even more upset with you—"

"can we not talk about her right now?" i closed my eyes and leaned back against the chair i was sitting on, hearing her voice again after a long time just... it felt right.

"max..."

"don't... just don't. i know what you're gonna say and i know it's wrong but i just... i can't do this today. i just won today and the first face i saw was yours, she didn't bother to show up. you can't tell me how to feel, y/n," i rubbed my temples, "meet me in the lobby of my hotel tonight. i just wanna see you."

"if i say okay, will this be a one-time thing?" y/n asked, i could hear the soft rustles of her moving things around, she was probably already in her hotel, resting from her tour when i had called.

"better yet, just drop the address of where you're staying. i'll come to you."

the first thing max did when he saw you was crash his lips into yours, you wanted to push him away, be the better person and tell him that he has a girlfriend but your arms couldn't do it.

your lips disconnected after awhile, he was breathing heavy, face flushed, hands all over you, "i've missed you."

you hum a response, you could barely get out a response when you feel his lips on yours again, this was wrong. all the alarms in your body were telling you to push him off, to yell at him, to reprimand him for basically cheating on his girlfriend.

but you didn't.

and maybe that made you a bad person, but at the moment you didn't care. you just wanted to feel him once more.

you woke up the next morning, cuddled up against max, both of you bare and indecent. he hadn't left yet, maybe he didn't want to leave.

the reality of last night crashed down onto you as you realized what you've done.

"max?"

"yes, schatje?"

the little nickname he gave you never went away. he used to call you that all the time but the feelings that came with it was no longer endearment but horror.

"you need to get back to your girlfriend, i don't think i can do this," you unwrap yourself from his grasps and sit up, back facing him, tears filling your eyes.

"woah, woah. schatje—"

"please, max. i feel like shit. you have a girlfriend and i just slept with you. last night was a mistake," you breathed out and hugged your knees close to your chest. you felt his hand on your back.

"y/n, what are you saying—" you cut him off before he could say anything else.

"i can't give you what you want max. we can't be together anymore. our story ended four years ago, please don't make this mistake. you're going to regret it," you quickly got up and away from his close proximity and got dressed.

you didn't know how to face him anymore.

"can we please talk about it at least? you can't lie and say that you don't feel the same way i do," max's voice came from behind you, you were pacing around the room, you were stressed. he was sitting there, shirtless with his pants on now.

"i do max! and that's the worst part because i knew you're in a relationship but i still let this happen. i am a horrible person. i love you and it's slowly ruining my life. i should've known better!" you turn around to face him, your face red, tears streaming down your face.

max could only sigh and raked a hand through his hair, "schatje..."

"we can't be together max, you know it. i can never give you what she gives you. she can be with you almost all the time max, you threw that all away for me? for someone who can't give you time of day?!" you sob into your hands.

you felt arms wrapping around you as you sob into his embrace.

MAX VERSTAPPEN BREAKS UP WITH GIRLFRIEND KELLY PIQUET ONLY AFTER A FEW MONTHS OF BEING TOGETHER.

you scroll past that headline as you got ready for your appearance to promote your new album, it came out two days ago and you were to debut the new songs on jimmy kimmel.

the tortured poets department.

you hadn't talked to max ever since that night, ever since he tenderly kissed your forehead and told you it was going to be okay and that he would figure it out. he had been blowing up your phone, asking to meet but you didn't have it in your heart to meet him after destroying his relationship like that.

that was two months ago.

you were due on stage in around an hour and that's where you would sing your heart out, leaving whatever pieces of your old self behind when you slept with max for the final time.

"i love you, it's ruining my life. i touched you for only a fortnight."

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 2 months ago

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Alt Ending to “Fuck being nice to you”

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, Satoru x fem!Reader, mmf threesome, spit roast, unprotected sex, blowjobs, squirting, this fic is a lil ridiculous, nsfw, mdni

Synopsis: This is an alternative ending to my fic Fuck being nice to you. If you want, you can read it here! This is the ending where Satoru catches you and Nanami and asks to join in :3

An: It feels like so long ago I wrote Fuck being nice to you... Ahhh the good days.

“Yeah.. yeah.. Actually- no, I think I’m falling ill. I think you should g-go now… I don’t want to contaminate you..” You didn’t know your husband could be such a filthy liar, but here he was. His voice was breathy and needy. He was nearly panting in front of his coworker.

"Hm, are you seriously sick? Do you have a fever?" Gods, Gojo knew no boundaries. He sat up from his chair, and he leaned across Nanami's desk before pressing the palm of his hand to Nanami's forehead. "You actually do really feel warm, Nanamin. You should take better-"

He silences himself as he peaks down towards your husband's lap. His six eyes knew someone was down there, but he just thought you were trying to play a prank. He didn't expect to see you sitting on your knees with a mouth full of cock.

"Oh- I... I see." Satoru actually cannot for the life of him think of something witty to say. He's always thought that Nanami's wife was really pretty, but seeing you on your knees like that was enough to even make him blush.

Your mouth falls open slightly, and if this moment wasn't so tense, you'd laugh at the noise Nanami's cock made as it slapped back against his stomach.

"Satoru-" Nanami is trying to apologize. This was a complete disgrace of the workplace, and he inadvertently subjected Satoru to his sick fantasies by letting you continue. He should've been more responsible -- either by telling you to stop or by telling Gojo to fuck off. "I apologize.. I-"

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm intruding... I-" Satoru doesn't even know how to act. He's completely off kilter. He quickly stands up from his seat, and his cock is tented in his black pants, which is incredibly noticeable to both you and Nanami.

After a beat of silence, Satoru finally gains the confidence to ask, "Can I... can I stay and.. watch?" He asks sheepishly, fumbling with his fingers and avoiding eye contact with both you and Nanami. "I won't touch either one of you - promise. I just want to watch if that's okay. If not, that's totally fine. I'll just forget that I ever saw this."

Nanami's first instinct is to tell Gojo to fuck himself, but he thinks about it for a moment. He glances down at you, and you look back up at him. It seems both of you were waiting to see what the other had to say.

"You want to watch me... fuck my wife's mouth..?" Nanami asks, just to be clear. He was fine with Satoru seeing that. It's not like you'd be naked or anything.

"Yeah.. I just want to watch anything really.." Satoru nods his head. His heart is hammering in his chest at the thought of seeing you on your knees once again. He'd much rather it be his cock that was touching the back of your throat, but he could live with seeing Nanami too. The pleasures of being bisexual.

"What do you think, darling? Wanna show Satoru how good of a job you can do?" Nanami asks with a small smirk on his face, and the palm of his hand pats your head encouragingly.

You give your husband a small smile and a nod. You were happily married and completely devoted to your husband, but you would simply be lying if you said you didn't find Satoru attractive. Who didn't? You didn't mind him watching you get Nanami off.

Satoru's dick immediately twitches with joy, and he makes quick work of moving Nanami's desk out of the way so he can see what's happening in it's entirety. He then also quickly locks the door so no other surprise visitors can try to join in.

Before he sits back down, Satoru tugs down his pants and boxers a little, unsheathing his large cock from his clothing. His eyes are focused on you, watching as you tease Nanami's length with your tongue.

Nanami has a fistful of hair in his hand as you give his tip small kitten licks. Your husband’s breathy moans fill the air as his eyes are glued on you. He couldn’t believe that you three were doing this in his office… on school property.

Of course, it was late in the day, so all of the students were gone, but it still just felt so exhilarating.

“Take me in your mouth, darling.” Nanami instructs, and his thumb pushes your chin down, forcing you to open your mouth for him.

Suckling on his fat tip, your eyes glance over towards Satoru who is still sitting in the chair. His hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it in sync with how you’re bobbing your head.

His face was twisted in concentration, and his pale skin was flushed a bright red. His light blue eyes never left yours, imagining what it’d feel like if you had your pretty lips wrapped around him instead.

“Looking at someone?” Nanami asks in a condescending tone before he pushes your head down, forcing his length deeper down your throat. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Satoru is just a guest.”

Your throat constricts around his girthy cock, causing for you to gag. Your eyes water as you look up at your husband. He gives you a small smirk as his thumb wipes the tears from your eyes.

Satoru grits his teeth together, jerking at his cock harder. His stomach was practically doing flips from how erotic everything was. You were just too damn pretty on your knees like that, and seeing Nanami punish you for looking at him was something he didn’t know he needed in life.

“Just like that, darling… Ohhh fuck.. nice and wet for me.” Nanami groans as he leans his head back. The palm of his hand still rests on your head. You can feel his wedding band against your scalp.

You can’t help but just glance over at Satoru again. It’s not your fault — you’ve never sucked dick with an audience before. Satoru is such a mess in his chair. His arm is moving quickly, pumping his length vigorously, and his hips are bucking up towards his hand.

“What did I say?” Your husband’s sharp tone immediately catches your attention. The air in the room shifts, and you can see a different side of Nanami start to make more of an appearance. You look up at him with a remorseful look in your eyes, and he jerks your head back to where his cock is out of your mouth.

“You want to look at Satoru that bad? Fine. Look at him while I ruin you.” Nanami guides your body up, and he bends you over his desk to where you’re facing Satoru.

Satoru’s eyes were wide, and he had momentarily stopping moving his arm while he was enamored with the sight of Nanami bending you over.

Your husband’s hands push up your pencil skirt, and without any prep, he guides himself towards your entrance. “W-wait.. Ken-“ You stammer before he rudely pushes himself past the wet muscle with a small ‘pop’.

“Mmm. So tight for me, all for me, right?” Nanami moans as he leans down over your back side, almost mounting you on his chest.

“F-fuuck!” You cry out as the rest of his length slides into you at a torturously slow pace. Your husband presses wet kisses against your neck and collarbone as one of his hands is pressed against the desk to hold himself up. "Ngh~ too b-big.. please ah-!"

“That’s not an answer, darling.” He mumbles lowly before his other hand grips your hair, forcing your eyes up to look at Satoru.

The white haired male was already back to fucking his fist. His tip was an angry red from neglect. His chest was rising and falling heavily with each panicked breath. He already felt so fucking close, but he didn’t want to finish just yet.

“Tell him it’s all for me.” Your husband demands in low growl. His hips are starting to rut into your backside, fucking himself deep into your sopping wet hole.

“It’s yours~!” Your voice is a shaky whimper as you can barely hold yourself together while receiving deep thrusts from him.

“Oh, you can do better than that, darling.” His voice is so taunting. He can’t help but let that side of him win. He wants to ruin you, punish you for even looking at Satoru while his cock was buried in your mouth.

“I’m yours-! F-fuck.. all yours, Ken.” You try to rest your body against the desk, but Nanami won’t let you. He’s going to make you look at Satoru the whole time while he pounds into you.

“That’s my girl.” He praises as his hips crash down into your backside, causing the most pornographic slapping noises.

His cock is so mean, drilling deep into you, kissing strings of pre-cum against your womb. Your spongy walls latch onto him juuuust right.

“You’re a fucking mess, darling. You like being fucked in front of him, don’t you?” He taunts once more before his hand swats the flesh of your ass. “I didn’t know I married a whore.”

“Ngh.. fuck.. Ken.. so, so good.. m-more.” You’re a drooling mess on his desk. His cock literally fucking you stupid.

“You want more?” He asks before his hand presses down on the center of your back, forcing you flush against hush desk. “I’ll give you more, slut.” His hips start moving harshly, with little regard of hurting you or not.

The desk is starting to creak from the amount of pressure and movement it’s under. Nanami couldn’t care less if it breaks. He’s too enthralled with the feeling of your weeping cunt wrapped around him.

A loud groan rips through the air, and both you and Nanami peak up to see Satoru panting heavily. His shirt was soiled with his own cum. Watching you get manhandled was just too much for him. “Fuck..” He breathes out, still carefully stroking his cock through his orgasm.

“Look at what you did. Making him finish like that. Aren’t you ashamed?” Nanami teases as his thrusts slow inside of you. The wet gushing noises fill the room as your cunt flutters around him.

“Don’t you dare finish. You cum when I tell you to.” Your husband threatens before giving your ass another firm spank.

Your body is right on the edge, and you grip onto the desk, digging your nails into the wood. “R-really close.. Ken.. please.” You try to plea with him.

“Hold it.” He simply demands.

“But I-“

“Satoru, come here.” Nanami completely interrupts you. He readjusts your body against the desk as Satoru slowly approaches.

“Yeah..?” Satoru asks hesitantly. His body is still recovering from his orgasm from earlier. His heart is hammering through his chest with fear and excitement.

“Fill her mouth since she doesn’t know how to be quiet.” Nanami instructs, and his hips start to slowly roll inside of you again. You have to bite your lip harshly to prevent yourself from finishing on him.

“Fuck- you sure?” Nanami shoots Satoru a sharp glance, and the white haired male doesn’t waste another second. He quickly peels his ruined shirt off his body, revealing his muscular chest, and he shifts to where his cock is hanging in font of your puffy lips. He’s already getting hard again, but his cock is too heavy to stand straight up.

“Open your mouth for me, sweets. I’ll be gentle.” Satoru coaxes you as his hand brushed against your cheek. This was like a dream come true for him.

Your eyes lock with his as you slowly open up your mouth for him. Satoru guides his tip against your tongue, teasing you before he slid his length into you mouth while stifling a moan. "Fuuuck~ Just like that, pretty..."

Suddenly, Nanami snaps his hips forward brutally, knocking your body forward and Satoru's cock deeper in your mouth. Your moan vibrates around his length, causing for him to grip onto your hair tightly.

"Sh-shit. Still sensitive." Satoru quietly whines in a breathy tone.

"Don't be such a wimp. Give her what she's askin' for." Nanami chastises as he looks down to where you two are connected. His cock is nearly dripping in your juices, making it very clear to him just how much you like being spit roasted by them.

It slowly deteriorates to a push and pull between Satoru and Nanami. Satoru is guiding your head up and down while also thrusting into your mouth, and Nanami is behind you, pounding your pretty cunt into oblivion.

Your whines and moans are muffled from Satoru's cock in your mouth, but you can feel your pleasure building back up again. Your stomach starts to coil, and the air around your body feels fuzzy. Your hand smacks to table, hoping that Nanami will just understand what you're trying to convey.

"Mmm, just a bit longer, d-darling. 'm almost there. Gonna cum with me, aren't you?" Nanami moans from behind as each one of his thrusts makes the fat from your ass ripple in recoil.

Satoru pets your hair as he gazes down at you with a small grin. His cock is completely drenched in spit and drool. Your eyes are all bleary from tears, and your face looks so fucked out. "Aw, look at you. Are you cock drunk, sweets?"

You of course couldn't answer, but the obvious answer was yes.

"Cum for me, darling. Gonna fill this pussy up." Nanami grunts, and his cock starts to twitch and flex with each rope of cum he shot into you. Your cunt immediately starts to pulse around him as you reach your high at the same time.

"Goood girl." Nanami praises in a breathless voice, and his hands start to caress up and down on your body. "Did so good for us."

Satoru slowly pulls himself from your mouth, and he allows you to have a moment to gather yourself. "Mhm... took us so well." He agrees as his fingers come through your hair, massaging your scalp as you catch your breath.

Nanami slowly pulls himself out of you from behind with a sharp hiss. "Still so tight." He murmurs as he crouches down and presses a french kiss straight on your cunt.

"Mmnph~ Ken." You whimper, and you try to pull back from him since you're still so sensitive.

"Oh, I've missed those pretty noises, darling." He coos before he presses another kiss to your wet folds. "You taste so sweet too." He tenderly flicks his tongue over your clit, making your legs start to tremble.

Your husband swipes his finger along your entrance, and he smirks when he sees the muscle clench around nothing. "Mmm, guess she wants more, huh?"

"Wait Ken- sensitive." You whimper out, holding onto the desk for dear life.

"That's the point, darling. Satoru, come here." Nanami instructs once again, and Satoru happily walks behind you. His mouth nearly waters from the sight of your glistening cunt on display for him.

"Are you going to just eye-fuck her the entire time, or are you going to actually fuck her?" Nanami asks as he cocks an eyebrow at Satoru.

"Don't come cryin' to me when she starts asking for me to join in on the regular, 'kay Nanamin?" Satoru retorts without even missing a beat, and he positions himself behind you.

Nanami adjusts himself to where he's sat on the ground between Satoru's legs, facing him. His head is tilted upward, so he can lap at your cunt while Satoru fucks you from behind.

Satoru presses his tip against your entrance, and he scoffs at the bit of resistance he feels. "You weren't lyin'. Pretty girl is still tight." He grunts as he pushes his tip in, causing a whimper from you. Satoru was just a bit smaller than Nanami, but he made up for it in overall girth, stretching you wiiide open.

"Ah~ fuck... Satoru.." You moan as he buries himself to the hilt. Nanami then carefully latched his lips around the small bundle of nerves, and he gently suckles. Your entire body trembles from excitement

“Mmf~ that’s right. Say my name, sweets.” Satoru moans as his thrusts start to make the most vulgar plap noises against you.

Nanami’s tongue worked against your clit as Satoru made sure to thrust against all the right spots. Your body felt like it was being ascended right up to heaven as both men worked to pleasure you.

Nanami’s wooden desk creaked with each thrust of Satoru’s hips. Your entire body was being rudely pushed forward while Satoru’s large hands groped at your ass.

“She’s fuckin’ cryin’ for me, sweets.” Satoru groaned as he could feel his balls tightening. Nanami’s tongue would sometimes on purpose accidentally rub against the underside of his cock, making his cock jump from the sensation.

“So good. So fucking tight. Ngh~ gonna cum inside you, okay pretty? Need to fill you up too, see your tummy bulge with my cum.” Satoru is such a talker when he’s pussy drunk. His body tenses as he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him with each thrust.

“Wait- fuck.. ah! I’m gonna…” You cry out, trying to get Satoru to pause for just one moment. Something was building inside you, but it didn’t feel like a typical orgasm. You try to wiggle your way away from the two men, but they both have you completely pinned, making you take whatever they graciously give you.

“Let go, pretty. Let go f’me.” Satoru encourages you as he feels himself on the brink of coming a second time. Nanami licks a stripe all the way from the base of Satoru’s cock down to your clit, and instantly, Satoru’s pumping you full of his seed.

“Sh-shit-! I…” Your voice is barely whimper as your cunt convulses around his cock. Liquid gushes out from your weeping whole, completely soaking both of the men behind you.

“Oh darling, you made a mess.” Nanami laughs earnestly as his hand massages your thighs.

“Shiiiit sweets, you didn’t have to do all that for me.” Satoru purrs as he rubs on your back lovingly. He carefully pulls his hips back, allowing for his cock to slide out of you.

You lie against the desk for a few more moments, catching your breath. You can feel Nanami pressing tender kisses between your thighs, and Satoru’s large palms are massaging your back. Your eyes flutter closed as you let both men tend to you.

“Wouldn’t it be so great if your future kids come out with white hair?” Satoru jokes before Nanami shoots him a death glare, causing him to laugh and put his hands up in surrender. “I mean, I’d pay good money in child support!” He laughs as Nanami tries his damnest to grab him.

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yourstrulyrika · 11 months ago

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soft sex with leon kennedy ♡

ahhh i love this man. comfort character fr.

anyway no warnings. fem!reader and lots of love praise and aftercare :3 smut below the cut! probably the longest fic i ever wrote so pls tell me if it’s actually decent. i’m not used to writing long fics

a reminder rqs are open btw :3

Leon struggles with telling you how much he loves you. He’s always been a man of few words since you knew him. does that mean he doesn’t love you? no way in hell. he loves you more than you’ll ever know.

It’s visible with the way he’s so gentle with you. When holding you, when talking to you, sleeping with you, making love with you.

Because Leon doesn’t fuck; he’s making love.

he’s so gentle, putting you on a pedestal, treating you like a queen you are. his eyes are on you as he kneels down in front of you, hands already on thighs and gently squeezing them. you swear you can see little hearts in his eyes with how in love he is with you.

“That’s it baby, so good for me. Always so pretty, the prettiest girl in the entire world.” and he’s saying this so lovingly as he takes his time with you. first, he places loving kisses all over your thighs, mumbling how much he loves you after each kiss. he finally tugs off your panties and lifts your thighs up, letting out a soft moan at the sight in front of him.

“Good girl. Love you so much, princess, can’t believe you’re mine.” with those words, he places your thighs on his shoulders, burying his face in your puffy cunt. he loves it there, loves when you close your thighs around his head. he presses light kisses on your clit, going down to finally dive in and eat you out like a starved man he is. truth be told, when he’s between your legs, he always loses himself, always in his own world with how good it feels for him. always praising you, even when it’s barely audible.

“Mm, fuck, you’re just perfect aren’t you? Sweet girl. Just sit there and let me take care of you.” he loves your taste. always spends so much time on your pussy, making you come at least two times before he even thinks of himself.

when you start trembling, he knows you’re close. he speeds up his movements, clumsily reaching out to hold your hand as his hand rests on your thigh. and then you cum — and he feels like heaven’s greeting him right now. you’re squirming, because you’re sensitive and yet he never stops eating you out; quite the opposite. he makes it a challenge to make you cum faster than the orgasm before the next one. with how sensitive you are it’s not hard — he starts fingering you, gently curling his fingers to reach your sweet spot that makes you spread and lift your legs higher.

“Could spend forever between your legs, love. Fuck, you taste too good for your own good. How can I not grow drunk on you?” all he thinks about in this moment is you, you, you — your face, your pussy, your hand tugging on his hair. he loves when you do that, loves when you use him for your pleasure.

“That’s it, angel. Jus’ use me all you want, ‘m all yours, my cock is yours, everything I own is yours. ‘m here to please you, baby, please,” he actually starts to get whiny at his own words — cock so hard it’s throbbing against his stomach but he just doesn’t want to stop until you cum again. he has to see you cum again — it’s like a blessing to him.

when you finally cum, he has this big, proud grin on his face, eyes hazy but full of love for you. you can notice just how hard he is — and yet he doesn’t care until you ask him to slide in. of course he’ll oblige, anything for his princess.

he reaches out to take your hand in his again, guiding his cock inside with the other. both of you moan at the same time, you because you feel him snug so well inside, him because he feels your gummy, warm walls already wrapping around him like a blanket. he feels like he’s about to cum right there and now, but he holds back, wanting to make you cum again.

“Fuck, you’re made for me. You’re so perfect, I love you so much. You feel so damn good.”

Leon’s not rushing it. his pace is actually pretty balanced, not wanting to overwhelm you. he peppers your neck with gentle love bites and hickeys, all the way to your chest where he sucks your nipples like his life depended on it. fondles your breast with one hand, sucking on the other one while still holding your hand. he’s searching for that spot you love so well — and when he finds it, he’s so proud of himself.

“Right there baby? Yeah? Good girl, taking me so well, this pussy was made for me.” he’s adjusting his position, arching his hips to just hit that sweet spot inside you repeatedly until he feels you squirming.

he loves being drunk on you, he loves drowning himself in you, your embrace, your scent. he loves everything about you. the way you scratch his back, dig your fingers in when you’re close — he moans so loudly at that you’re almost surprised if it wasn’t for him thrusting in you so well. you two are so close, but he cums right after you do — he wouldn’t dare cum before you.

he stays inside you for a moment, just staring into you lovingly. he presses a sweet kiss to your head, before slowly pulling out and picking you up.

“Cmon, babygirl. Did so well for me, time to take care of you.”

he carries you to the bathroom, cleans you up, makes sure you’re hydrated, well fed and clean before actually tucking you in bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest so you feel his heartbeat as you come down from your high.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

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azulpitlane · 1 year ago

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got love-struck I ln4

pairings: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: after y/n y/ln's breakup with famous footballer, mason mount, will lando be able to fix her heart or break his own? notes: this is my first post ever ahhh <3 leave some feedback if you enjoy

part two, masterlist

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landonorris yacht day with my favorite person

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user 1 HOLY HARD LAUNCH

user 2 HER SHORT HAIR,,, SHES COOKING SOMETHING

user3 NO CAUSE NEW MUSIC SOON???

user4 what!!!

user5 so her and mason are really over :(

user6 move on lol

carlossainz55 it's official

user7 MOTHERS BACK? WITH LANDO? WHAT

yourusername love you lan

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f1gossipp NEW! Photos of McLaren's Lando Norris and singer Y/n Y/Ln on a private holiday! The couple just recently hard launched their relationship on Norris' new instagram post. This is the first time Y/Ln has been photographed in a year after her public breakup with now ex-boyfriend Mason Mount. Could this finally be the singer's endgame?

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user1 UHHH mason in the likes??

user2 he forgot to go on his private😭

user3 new album when???

user4 you can tell he makes her so much happier than mason

user5 MISSING Y/N x MASON HOURS

user6 children of divorce :(

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yourusername surprise!! "Slut!" is out everywhere now <3 i wrote this song a few weeks after meeting my personal photographer (and the love of my life ig) love u to the moon and to saturn @/landonorris

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landonorris love u more flower

oscarpiastri lando cried when he first heard this.

landonorris YOU WERENT SUPPOSE TO TELL ANYONE yourusername aw lan🥹 (I already knew) landonorris HOW yourusername danny danielricciardo SHHHH Y/N yourusername sorry landonorris traitors.

user1 lando calling her flower. when will it be my turn.

user2 "GOT LOVE STRUCK WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD" R U KIDDING

user3 THE POST BREAKUP HAIRCUT I LOVE

user4 the comments with the other drivers😭 they love her already

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dailymail Is the beloved football couple back together? Singer Y/n Y/Ln and Mason Mount were spotted tonight leaving a club together in London! Is this the end for Lando Norris and Y/n Y/Ln? Read more in our article, link is in the bio.

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user1 @/landonorris come get ur girl

user2 what.

user3 Y/N THIS ISNT YOU

user4 we've been praying for times like this

user5 Y/N X MASON FANS GETTING FED

user6 no longer children of divorce YES

user7 they ended on good terms they're probably just friends hanging out chill everybody

user8 exactly!! this is why she deleted her socials last year cause people make sht up user9 idk looks sus for y/n...

a/n: ahhh i hope you guys liked this!! it was super fun to make

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris smau #mason mount #mason mount x reader #football imagine #lando norris fanfic #mclaren #mclaren formula 1 #ln4 #lando norris x you

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oreoluvskento · 1 year ago

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choso calling you mommy???

a/n: been thinking about this for dayyssssss, i had to give yall a taste, I NEED ITTTTTTT, I NEED HIM BADDDDDD

wc: 596

cw: female reader, wrote with black reader in mind but no mention of specific race, use of mommy, no use of y/n, handjobs, blowjobs, mention of face sitting (literally one time at the very end), choso is a good boy, reader is a dommy mommy

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"is this enough, cho?" you ask sarcastically as you stroke your boyfriend's dick agonizingly slow.

"pleasee, you know its not enough," he whines, trying to thrust his hips up and you immediately let go. he groans at the loss of contact and you smile sadistically.

"you know what i want to hear," you sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. choso shudders at the sensation and rolls his eyes once he accepts what he has to do.

"mommy, please give me more," he deadpans and you frown. you take his dick in your hand and hold onto to it tight as you suddenly begin to stroke him quickly, taking him by surprise.

"say it like you mean it, cho. did you forget how well you did for me last time?" you ask, your pace unrelenting.

choso hisses and reaches out to grab your wrist when you begin jerking him off again. "ahhh, mommy, 's too fast, i'm going to cum early," he cries and you let go.

he's stuck jerking his hips up, the pleasure slowly but surely dying down. "now was that so hard?" you ask him, leaning down to kiss his tip. you lick your lips of the precum that stained them and lean in to give him a kiss.

he kisses you back, lips trembling at your constant teasing. "you want mommy to suck your cock?" you ask against his lips and he begins to nod furiously, his eyebrows furrowed. "use your words baby, let me hear you"

"i want mommy to suck my cock," he sheepishly admits and you sit back, taken by surprise.

"such a good boy!" you exclaim as you clap your hands. choso blushes as he looks away from you, but you noticed his cock jump and it makes you smile to yourself. you make your way in between his legs and lay down, looking up at him through your lashes. "i'll tap your thigh when i'm ready for you to cum, okay cho?"

he nods again, his bottom lip in his mouth as you lick a stripe up his cock, gathering precum at the tip of your tongue. without warning, you engulf the entirety of his dick into your mouth, pushing it straight into your throat, and choso jerks his hips up at the sudden pleasure.

"fuuucckkk, mommy, thats so good," he whimpers as you bob your head. the sounds that were coming out of you were so wet and loud, it was pushing him even closer to his orgasm.

choso grips the sheets hard as he tries not to cum, his toes curled and his chest heaving. you watch as his abdomen caves in and out and you know he's close. you tap his thigh, signaling for him to cum, and he begins breathing harder.

"thank you mommy, thank you, thank you, thank youuuuu," he moans hoarsely, as he cums, shooting cum straight down your throat. his orgasm last a while, his voice making sounds so pathetic you think you might cum just from hearing them.

as choso regains his sanity, he realizes that you're still sucking him off and that he's beginning to feel overstimulated. "'s too much, please- ah mommy please!" he whines and you finally pull away with a pop.

"that felt good? you liked that, cho'?" you ask as you wipe your mouth. you place your hand on his cheek and he leans into it, his eyes closed.

"mhm," he hums and you smile and give him a quick kiss.

"good, baby. now let mommy ride your face."

pt. 2?

#choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #chousou #choso smut #kamo choso #choso x female reader #sub choso #jjk smut #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #choso drabbles #choso imagine

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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months ago

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HEYYY!! I HAVE A REQUEST PLEASE

Prompt 6 with dialogue 14 w/ Ron. Steamy make out session (smut only if you're ok with it) in an abandoned classroom maybe? while they skip classes. So like it ends with Ron saying the line in dialogue 14. Or yk whatever or however you feel like writing the whole thing I don't mind. love you writing SM AHHH ♡♡♡ tysm love

I know I already wrote one with prompt 6 but it never hurts do it again... "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." & Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them. warnings: SMUT, public sex (empty room though) 1k wc

Giggling at another of of Ron's silly jokes, you twisted on his lap, taking a look at the clock hung up on the other side of the empty classroom you were busy 'studying' in. Ron gripped your hips at your sudden movement, groaning when you stood up with a sigh. "Oh, I need to start packing up. I didn't realise class started so soon." You stated, leaning over the table to gather your books, exposing the skin of your upper thigh as your skirt lifted up slightly. Ron followed your movements, standing to his full length before taking a step towards you, hands resting on the wooden table, trapping you between him and the desk.

"Ron." You muttered, spinning in his arms to face his looming figure. "Yes sweetheart?" You breathed out a laugh, hands coming up to straighten his collar before curiously looking up at him. Swallowing nervously, you licked your lips, cocking your head to the side slightly. Ron's gaze on you was almost predatorial, eyes locked on your face as you stepped away from him nervously. You hit the desk behind you, emitting a small gasp as your eyes instinctively falling to your boyfriend's lips. "Don't go to class." The words uttered from Ron's lips had you looking back up at his face, a small grin on your face. "I can't skip, Ron." You told him, although you didn't push him away when he closed the space between your bodies, pressing himself up against you.

He leaned down to your level, lips mere millimetres away from yours, teasing you. Your eyes fluttered and you felt yourself inclining into your boyfriend's touch, but your lips never met his. "If I kiss you right now, I won't be able to stop." He whispered, but that only encouraged your movements, arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Ron's lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss, taking his time as though you didn't have a lesson to get to. But you suppose that was fine; he had warned you. Ron's hands travelled further down your waist, settling on your hips, using the steady grip on you to roll his hips into yours. You gasped, granting him space to slip his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.

Both your arms fell from their resting place on Ron's shoulders, going to rest on the desk behind you as Ron's hands wandered below your hips to grip your ass, lifting you up slightly to help place you on the cool wood. Your hand reached out, pulling Ron closer to you by his tie to close the space you had just created. Ron stepped into the gap between your legs, tugging your body closer to the edge of the desk as he gently rolled his hips against your, his hard length grinding against your cunt, only covered by the thin layer of your dampening panties.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, you looked at your boyfriend expectantly, waiting to see his next movements. Ron's hand dragged up your thigh until it disappeared under your skirt, searching blindly for the band of your panties. Gasping loudly when his hand feathered over pussy, you looked up, spotting Ron's proud grin. "Can't help myself." He explained, leaning in to press a short, teasing kiss to your lips. Finally pulling the underwear down your legs, Ron let you unbuckle his belt, observing each little movement you made.

His cock sprung out of his boxers excitedly, and Ron immediately got to work of pushing himself inside you inch by inch, watching your face for signs of pain. When he felt your hips grinding against him, he bottomed out, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Ron started thrusting immediately, watching the spot where his cock was driving into your cunt with wide eyes. His hand cupped your face, tearing your gaze away from his chest so he could see you quietly moaning before finally connecting your lips once more. Ron sped up his pace at the same time as he deepened the kiss, letting your moans get swallowed by the kiss. Your arms came back up to his shoulders, desperately gripping the dampening fabric of his uniform as if it would somehow quiet down your moans.

Ron separated from the kiss, opting to dig his head in the crook of your neck instead, leaving you to lean your forehead on his shoulder, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans as much as possible. "Fuck, Ron" You cried, nails digging into his shoulders. One of his hands slid under your skirt again, blindly feeling around for your clit until a loud moan signalled that he had found it. Rubbing hard circles down on it, Ron hurried the pace of his thrusts, his breath hitting your neck with every pant. "Baby I'm close." He groaned before biting down on the soft skin of your neck. Suddenly, he felt your pussy clamping down on him, and your moans got louder, echoing in the closed room, your orgasm taking over your body completely.

Ron's orgasm came quickly after yours, his moans muffled by your skin. His thrusts slowed as he rode both your orgasms out before he rolled his shoulders back, straightening up to get a good look at you all fucked out. Leaning down, he pressed a soothing kiss on your forehead, pulling out before hugging you close to his chest as you caught your breath. Glancing up, you smiled at your boyfriend, a small giggle leaving you when you saw the mess of lip gloss on his lips. Reaching up, you wiped away at the shine of glitter on his lips before smushing his cheeks together in your hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Do I still have time to make it to class?" The only response you got was an incredulous look from your boyfriend, throwing you into another fit of giggles.

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astonmartingf · 9 months ago

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YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND—

— co-parenting with alonso has been smooth sailing, until he starts dropping hints that he wants to be with you again

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amgf ahhh this was the idea clouding in my head last night and i finally wrote the first part yay! this is going to be exciting!!! just a little background on their dynamic, enjoy👍

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diamonddaze01 · 2 months ago

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on poetry and homecomings

pairing: yjh x gn!reader (reader does have long hair)

genre: fluff, slice of life, suggestive | wc: 2.0K

summary: jeonghan has apparently started reading poetry.

warnings: mentions of sex, missing jeonghan hours

a/n: ahhh finally I decided to post my first ever fic // this is entirely self-indulgent bc i miss hannie // also! The poetry mentioned here is by Mahmoud Darwish, who wrote the Palestinian Declaration of Independence

Two months ago, if someone had asked you about your ideal Friday night, Jeonghan would have answered, “Y/N’s favorite thing to do on a Friday night is be with me!”

In a way, that’s still true - the TV in the living room is playing some old GoSe episode that you don’t have the heart to stop yet. Jeonghan had all but stopped reading your messages the week prior, so you were left to fill the void the best you could. Jeonghan’s smile fills the screen as he chases Hoshi around an abandoned building, and even though he’s only been gone for 2 months for basic training, it feels like he’s been gone a lifetime.

“Wow, Catch Stock? That’s old,” a voice teases from the front door.

Time all but stops for a second. “JEONGHAN?”

“I’m home!” he yells, and it feels like you can breathe again. You can hear him unlacing his boots in the foyer, and before you can untangle yourself from the sheets on the couch, he’s standing at the entrance to the living room.

“Miss me?” he leans against the doorway, arms out.

“You weren’t supposed to be back for another three days!” you exclaim, rushing toward him.

“Got out early, and just in time too, huh? Looks like my baby missed me enough to watch three-year-old content.” He grins, and your heart twists just so, like you’re going to die if you don’t have him in your arms right now.

“Shut up, you weren’t picking up your phone,” you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, smothering his face with kisses.

“I missed you too, love,” he murmurs between your onslaught of affection. “You know I can’t answer when I’m in training.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter, pulling back just enough to take him in. He looks as handsome as ever, dressed in a simple t-shirt and joggers that only accentuate his lean physique. You don’t realize how much you’d missed this—his presence, his warmth, the little quirk of his lips as he watches you ogle him (That’s a lie, you think, as he presses kisses to your lips, humming softly. You know exactly how much you’ve missed him).

You try to burrow yourself further into his arms, but the moment is interrupted by your stomach growling. He smiles into the kiss, and it makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy and like home (Home! Jeonghan is home! Your brain offers unhelpfully. Also, can we maybe have food?).

“Come on, I was about to make some very gourmet ramen,” you say, and he whines a little against your lips. “But since you're home early, maybe I should step it up.”

“Nooo,” he moans, his eyes crinkling in that way that makes your heart flip. “You look so delicious right now. Can we maybe skip the ramen? I’m hungry for something el-”

You shake your head in disbelief as you escape his tightening grip, letting out a bark of laughter as you run toward the kitchen, Jeonghan following closely behind. “You’re impossible,” you tease, grabbing the noodle packets from the pantry. “Food, then sex until we can’t walk, okay?”

He raises an eyebrow as he leans against the counter, taking in your appearance. You glance down at your choice of clothing: one of his shirts, tied up with an old scrunchie and a pair of Hello Kitty pants he forced you to buy with him (“come on, baby, we’d be so cute at Christmas!” And really, how could you disagree with that logic). Jeonghan’s gaze is soft, his smile lazy and affectionate, and he looks like he’s trying to commit you to memory.

“You look nice,” he breathes, and you press a kiss to his cheek before spinning away from his grabby hands.

“I look like I haven’t left the house in days,” you state matter-of-factly, hunting for a pot. “Aha! I would have liked to look perfect for your first night home.”

“You are perfect,” he bites his lip, voice low but playful. “Stunning, actually.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn on the stove to start boiling water for the noodles. “Agree to disagree, baby.”

He steps closer, his arms wrapping around you, chin resting gently on your shoulder. You bask in his affection for a little, nuzzling your cheek against his smile. The next time he speaks, it’s so soft you almost don’t hear it.

“If I ever see a flaw of yours, I’d say my eyes are the flawed ones.”

You freeze for a moment, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Turning slightly to catch his gaze, you find his eyes sparkling with a mixture of teasing and affection. You roll your eyes playfully, smacking his shoulder with the tongs (Awful, evil man, your brain titters. How dare he make us feel this beautiful! Let’s forget about the ramen and kiss this awful, evil man until we can’t see straight).

“And when did you get so cheesy?” you laugh, leaning your hip against the counter as you shoot him an exasperated smile.

Jeonghan's grin widens, but he doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands gently find yours. Lifting them to his lips, he presses featherlight kisses into your palm until you’re sure you’ve just melted into a puddle on the dingy linoleum floor.

(Something about the harsh kitchen lighting and the way he looks into your eyes as he kisses your hands makes you feel like you’re drowning. He presses an extra kiss to the back of your ring finger, like a promise, and your heart nearly bursts).

“Some book one of the guys gave me during training,” he mumbles into your fingers, his voice muffled but warm, like it was carrying some secret just for you. His lips brush your skin as he speaks, and his smile—lazy, familiar, and filled with affection—makes your heart swell in your chest.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you try to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks. “So now you're quoting poetry?”

He shrugs, eyes glinting with amusement. “Only the good ones. It made me think of you.”

“Sap.”

“And you love it,” he shoots back, lowering your hands but keeping them in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “Besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

(You do love it. And it did work. You’re very close to having your way with him on this kitchen counter, ramen be damned. Awful, evil man!)

You scoff as you turn back to the stove, playfully yanking your hands from his, but the warmth from Jeonghan’s touch lingers. You could feel him still watching you, his presence comforting and familiar after what felt like forever, even though it had only been a few weeks. You add the noodles to the pot, stirring them absentmindedly, feeling his gaze like a soft weight on your shoulders.

Without warning, Jeonghan slips his arms around your waist again, pulling you gently into his chest. “You know,” he murmurs, his chin resting on your shoulder again, “you could’ve waited for me to make dinner. I’m pretty good at boiling water too.”

You let out a light laugh, leaning back into his embrace. “I didn’t know you were coming home tonight, Mr. Sneaky. It’s ramen or nothing, take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it,” he sighs contentedly, squeezing you a little tighter. “But only because you made it.”

As you stand there, wrapped in his warmth, a memory flashes into your mind— the night before he left for training.

(He fucked you like a madman that night, your brain sings. He made it seem like he was going to be gone forever! Awful, evil man!)

After, he drew lazy patterns on your back, humming as the last night of summer slipped into dawn. Your head was on his chest, and you tried to memorize his heartbeat.

It was you who broke the silence first, pressing kisses over his heart as you whispered, “Do you have to go so soon?”

His eyes were soft as he pushed your hair behind your ears. “You know I do, baby. Just for a few weeks though.”

You tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. “I know, but still… It’s going to feel different without you here.”

Jeonghan smiled softly, pulling you closer so you could rest your head back on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, running his hands through your hair until you shivered.

(The world could’ve stopped spinning for all you cared, because when he looked at you with such sincerity and love that you believed him without a second thought)

You gave him a knowing look. “But you are.”

“Not really. I’ll always come back home to you,” his voice is scratchy, like he’s about to cry, and he presses kisses to your forehead until you drift off to sleep.

(In the morning, he kissed you breathless before swinging the door shut behind him, and you swear the house had never felt more empty)

The memory stirs something deep inside you, and you blink back to the present, feeling Jeonghan’s familiar warmth still wrapped around you.

He seems to sense the shift in your mood because his grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly. “You okay?” he asks softly, his breath warm against your ear. His arms tighten around your waist ever so slightly, sensing a shift in your mood. It makes you fall in love with him all over again (Awful, evil man!)

“Yeah,” you reply, your voice a little quieter now. “Just… thinking about when you left.”

He leans his chin on your shoulder again, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Told you I’d come back,” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin.

When you feel goosebumps erupt in his wake, you turn in his arms to face him. “You did,” you say softly, resting your hands on his chest. “But I still missed you.”

Jeonghan chuckles, his fingers brushing a lock of hair from your face. “I’ll always come back home to you. You know that, right?”

You nod, your heart swelling with warmth as you lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know,” you murmur against him, “but I’ll still miss you every time.”

His smile widens, and he pulls you even closer, the love in his eyes clear as day. “Then I’ll just have to keep reminding you, every time I come back.”

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smirk forming on your lips. “By quoting cheesy poetry?”

He grins mischievously, leaning in to press soft kisses along your neck, making you squeal with laughter. “Home is where the heart is,” he recites dramatically, his breath tickling your skin. “And my heart? Well, it’s always been right here with you.”

(Try as you might, you are as fallible to Yoon Jeonghan’s charms as the rest of the world. It is a Herculean task to remain nonchalant. Awful, evil man! This was his plan all along!)

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head as you playfully push him away. “Cheesy, baby. Try something else.”

But he only chuckles, leaning back in to catch your lips with his, whispering, “No seriously, I’m writing my own poetry now. Want to hear my next line?”

“Only if it’s not about ramen,” you shoot back, grinning.

“Too late, it’s about how I miss you more than I miss ramen,” he replies, nuzzling against you, and your heart beats in time to his laugh.

(Two months ago, if someone had asked you about your ideal Friday night, Jeonghan would have answered, “Y/N’s favorite thing to do on a Friday night is be with me!” He’s right—because even on this Friday night, you curl up next to him on the couch, feeling his heartbeat sync with your own, knowing that with him home, everything is finally as it should be)

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