#And she didn't wanna do the bathroom (''too in the way'')

[groovy-rat-man]

Okay so i've played the Date Everything demo like.. a lot, and I wanted to share my thoughts on the characters ive met so far! Fair warning this is gonna be a long LONG post so be warned.

Also im including pictures of the characters (courtesy of the fandom wiki) and the images are fucking huge.

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Skylar Specs

She works well as a helper and tutorial guide. I really wanna know more about her because she is the personification of the MAIN MECHANIC IN THE GAME so I feel like theres gotta be something deeper, especially with the throwaway "I'm sad inside!" line that I dont think a lot of people have talked about. Also I love all the hearts in her design and how much she loves love <33

Dorian

Aro🤝Ace Solidarity, hell yeah!! But in all seriousness he's one of if not my favorite character I think. I can't wait until I can play the full game so we can be besties <3. Also I like how all the doors have slightly different Dorians. Like the front door has a more serious looking Front Dorian and the tiny door in the kitchen has a Small Dorian standing on a stool and Back Dorian is facing away from you and sounds muffled and if you talk to him during the tutorial he actually mentions that. It's all just really cool!

Phoenicia

She's really fun and I like her personality! I'm not sure if I have much more to say about her tho. Also I didn't know you weren't supposed to leave your phone plugged in over night, I've been doing that for like years. Sorry Phoenicia...

Maggie

Oh hey, that's my aunt's name. I like her whole detective shtick and how she calls you gumshoe I think it's cute.

Betty

I love her. She's big and cozy and sensual and amazing, BUT she looks SO MUCH LIKE ME. I asked my own god damn mother if we looked similar (without telling her the context of the game) and she said yes. I physically cannot look at her without thinking "this is just me if I tried to be sexy." It also makes it weird seeing people thirst for her lol.

Amir

Ohhhh Amir... My darling Amir..... God I love him, I need him, I need him so bad for reals. He makes me so giddy any time he's talking..... (Or maybe I'm just susceptible to pretty men with pretty hair complimenting me.)

Freddy Yeti

I will NOT make a Freddy Fivebears reference, I will NOT! But seriously, I love him too. I don't think it's in a romantic way yet, I'm just a sucker for a big, kind, fun person who loves keeping me fed. I think we could be buddies! (perhaps more, we'll see)

Arma

She's the first character I met that had Skylar's content warning. Let me tell you, as fellow hottie with trauma around fire she is just... relatable. I totally get it, Arma, but at least let me get you some new batteries. Please?

Wilhelmina Work

Willi I am going to be 100% honest with you, you are stressing me the hell out. I do hope she gets back on her feet tho.

THE HANKS!!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

I fucking love these guys! I love their energy!! I love their designs!!! I love how each of their little icons in the user interface is a different hanger!!!! I love how they all shit on Hank #3 that one time!!!!! They are my all-time favorite five-man himbo hivemind!!!!!!

Penelope

I really don't have much to say about her other than I like the googily eyes on her skirt and I really wanna know what went on when she went off with that viking treadmil guy.

Ben-Hwa

They're cool i just.. it's just... Like holy shit, right? I do love having a very sex-positive character like this, it's just wild that we were fucking on Betty at 9 in the god damn morning.

Rebel

I'm gonna be real, it took me way to long to get the "rebel ducky" pun. I really do not know how I feel about this design. I love it, I just kinda wish it was more ducky ya know? I also love how much they hate my ducking guts it's really funny. (I also like to imagine me and Amir doting on eachother in the bathroom mirror and they're just sitting on the edge of the tub yelling at us to shut the duck up, I need to draw that...)

Diana

I saw her when skimming the wiki before playing the game and I really liked her Mad Hatter sorta look (also this is probably a coincidence but Dinah was also the name of Alice's cat). I was NOT prepared for when I first talked to her like holy shit. It makes you wonder what's going on with the player character, she is YOUR diary after all.

Duncan "Dunk" Shuttlecock

I like his silly intro and his fun, cocky, sweet attitude. I also like how he's so dedicated to sports being fun for everybody and not pushing yourself. Can't get over that fuckass outfit tho.

Teddy

God I love him. Not like romantically but I love him so so much. He makes me feel safe. That story he told literally make me cry. I was all snuggled up under my weighted blanket with my laptop and earbuds crying like a bitch. It was like 1-2am when I was playing too, so it really was a bedtime story for me! And speaking of bedtime, of COURSE i moved him to the bed. I hope him and Betty get along. I like to think that they're old friends, I bet he's the little spoon.

Captain Jacques Pierrot

I know I've been saying this a lot but I love this guy. He's tiny and angy and talks funny and has pretty hair. Idk how big he's supposed to be but I've been imagining him being about the size of a medium rat. Also I didn't realize that his name was a play on Jack Sparrow until he said it out loud and it pissed me off when I realized lol. I wanna hold him in the palm of my hand and kiss his little face over and over again while he's all grumpy~~ (should I be saying that on the main blog?)

Dishy

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The Sassy Chap

Holy shit you can fuck the credits. But seriously, I loved the quiz thingy with all the developers even tho it took me like an hour. Sassy loved it too so that was fun!

Dasha

Hhhhholy shit,, big strong kind lady with pretty Slavic accent lift me up high and teach me how flirt...... w o a g..

Daisuke Dishware

I'm gonna be real, it was late at night (both irl and in game) and I thought "screw it, I'm fucking the knives" and I fully expected to get a Big Scary Knifeplay Guy but what I got instead.... He's wonderful. Serious, dedicated, mysterious? so so so beautiful, catches me when I fall. God I adore him, I need more. Daisuke, I am SO SORRY I chipped you on accident even though I'm not entirely sure what that means. Ough,, I also love his hair, it's gorgeous I swear the two most attractive features a man can have is pretty eyes and long beautiful hair.... Also I'm only learning this now but apparently his voice actor is also named Daisuke which is really funny.

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okay that's it you can go now, luv u

[ploverbear]

It is also a huge relief to know that it IS possible to get Olive integrated with a cat that isn't Hoper. She's got some trauma from when she was my mom's cat (as a baby kitten) with just being like thrown in with a bunch of adult cats who wanted to kill her so it's amazing that it's possible for her with a little time, i really wanted to see this before Rascal got adopted out

[bi-writes]

ok reverse the TROPE !!!!!! sugar-mommy!f!reader x retired!simon <333 (18+)

he got discharged on a medical injury. his knee flares up now, phantom pains that shoot up his leg and pinch his spine. he feels like a failure--a lieutenant in his prime, and now he has to acclimate to civilian life and grit his teeth instead of drown the voices in his head out with gunfire.

he's been deployed as much as he could be just to stay away from this kind of place. so he didn't have to get on a train, or take the tube. so he didn't have to think about looking over his shoulder in the shops or learn how to pay a wifi bill. he hates going to the doctor's office, and he hates learning how to properly open his bank account, just to learn that there's nearly nothing in it.

the numbers just dwindle before his very eyes. the rent is too high, even in his shitty studio. when did cable cost that much? why can't he go to the pub for just a few pounds anymore? where is the compensation for giving more than a decade of his life in service of his country just to have to wait in fucking lines to get his medication and argue over the phone about where all his fucking money went.

maybe he never had any. maybe it's all lost somewhere. he'd ask his former captain, but he's halfway across the world, and over his dead body would he hold a hand out and ask for charity when he's 36 years old.

"don't get that one."

simon turns his head, a snarl caught in his throat. there's a pretty thing standing beside him, also staring at the array of ramen packages in focus. you take the orange package out of his hand and put it back on the shelf before reaching for a different package. it's got japanese characters on it, so he can't read the label, but you smile up at him.

"this one is way better. good price for it, too."

"'s more expensive."

"yeah, but you get eight packets in this one. that one only gives you five."

at the till, you notice him subtly counting the notes in his wallet. you pretend not to notice, rocking back and forth on your heels, but just as he picks up his bag to leave, you speak up.

"you wanna get a drink? on me."

and fuck, he could use a bourbon. on the first one, he thought your presence was pleasantly tolerable. by the fourth, he's staring down your shirt, dark eyes mapping out what the curves of your breasts might look like in the palm of his big hand. by the sixth, you're pressed up against a sticky bathroom wall and holding on for dear life as he pounds into you from behind, knickers in his back pocket, manicured nails digging slits into his tattooed forearm.

you sink those claws in that night; and you do not let go.

the third night you ask him out, he sees your flat for the first time. in a nice building downtown, doorman holding the door open for you. the elevator ride is long enough for him to see the tops of buildings, and when you step inside your flat, he swallows hard when he realizes you are way out of his league.

gorgeous leather seats and couch. large tv with surround sound. a french kitchen with a gas stove. your flat is filled with knickknacks and candles, low yellow lights and wonderful collections of art and little glass vases and sculptures. your home is filled with warmth, and you don't belong with him.

just as he thinks about backing out of the place, you turn and grip the lapels of his jacket, tugging him closer. you touch your nose to his over his mask, smiling, and you push the door closed behind him and press him up against it.

"so, which room do you wanna christen first? i thought we could start in the kitchen."

you're a woman that knows what she wants, he'll give you that; and he doesn't have it in him to say no.

the sun wakes him up in the morning. he doesn't remember falling asleep--he doesn't like to make staying over a habit. when he sits up on his elbows, he takes a deep breath, realizing his back hurts a lot less. the mattress of your bed is wonderful, much more supportive than the flat mess he has on the floor in his own place, and he blinks himself awake when you come out of the bathroom.

you're freshly dressed, makeup on, and you're putting on your jewelry when you see him. you smile at him, coming towards the bed, and you bend down to kiss where his mouth would be under the mask.

"good morning, simon. sleep well?"

"mmm..."

you take that as a yes, cupping his jaw, and you kiss him over his mask again before going to get some shoes from your closet. he doesn't comment on the fact that when you open it, he realizes the closet there is only for shoes...

"you hungry, baby? want some breakfast?"

"i--oh..." simon lays back down when his back tweaks, and you reach for him when you see him fall back in the mirror. you smooth a hand down the side of his body, frowning.

"why don't you stay in bed? i'll have my assistant bring you something."

"no, tha's--"

"i'm not asking, simon, i'm telling you," you coo. you pick up one of his hands and trace one of his scars with your finger. you have long, almond-shaped nails. there's pretty chrome nail art over the wine red color you wear, and he focuses on it as you kiss his knuckles gently. "will you wait for me to come home?"

"where y'goin'?"

"gotta work, honey," you wink down at him. "and i want you to be here when i get back."

"tha' so?"

"mhm," you smile. "right here. in my bed--" you lift the covers a little and peek, giggling as you put it back down after getting a glimpse at his cock resting against his lower stomach. "just like this, simon."

he doesn't remember if he ever goes back to his flat. he thinks he went one more time, to grab a few bottles of his medication, but the tick in his knee hadn't been so bad with the great physical therapy you started paying for and the warm massages you gave him every night.

and his back--your bed always contours perfectly against the muscles of his back, and he finds himself sleeping a full seven hours every single night.

not to mention his new work outs. simon hadn't been to the gym much since coming home, but he knows he must be burning hundreds of calories with you. you test his limits. as soon as you're home, you jump on him, and the stress relief your pussy brings him is just what he needs to get the edge off. you're a fiend, especially after a rough day, and the way you bounce on his cock in every room of your flat keeps him up at night sometimes with the most glorious wet dreams.

you're up late that night. you're curled up on the couch in one of simon's shirts and a glass of red wine, and there's a mountain of papers around you that you're focusing on reading. you have a huge presentation tomorrow, and everything needs to be perfect. simon comes into the living room, shirtless, and you smile when you see him standing there. he's wearing the new sweats you got him, but you can't focus on that too much when you're staring at his pudgy, toned stomach and his nice pecs. you bite your lip, taking a long sip of your wine, and simon hikes up his mask to take a bite out of his bowl of ice cream.

"gonna be up late tonight?" he asks, and you nod. "want me to sit with ya?" you nod again, lifting up your legs, and when he takes a seat next to you, you drape them across his lap. you lean over to give his scarred cheek a kiss, and when you turn back to your paperwork, a thought comes across your mind.

"we should get married," you say softly, circling a note over something. simon keeps eating, as if what you said doesn't phase him.

"why's tha', love?"

"tax benefits."

"mmm..." simon drops one of his hands and thumbs against your ankle. the flat is warm. his stomach is full. his body hurts less, and his heart aches with something nice. "olright then."

you smile.

"good. cause i already bought the ring."

NEXT

[morganalatina21]

Too Sweet - OP81

When Lando tries to play matchmaker with his two friends, the negative response comes from someone he did not imagine

or

When Oscar wants to prove you wrong

warnings: English isn't my first language, not proofread, mentions of alcohol and weed, smut, unprotected sex, car sex. Smut have warning before it starts and after it ends! - MDNI!!!!

word count: around 2k

"What do you mean 'no'?" Lando looked at you as if you grown a second head. "Don't play nonchalant about this, that's his thing. I've heard you ramble about him before."

"Yep." You agreed, sipping your drink.

"So why the fuck not?" He crossed his arms. "You'd be bloody great together."

"Do you really think that, muppet?" You bit back, eyes still lifeless staring back at him. Lando nodded. "You don't understand man. I like him? Yes. Very much. So much is inebriating." You confessed, looking almost... tired?

"But I've come to the terms that we would never work." Your shoulders moved up and down. "We are so fucking different Lan, and you know that. He's like, kind and a ray of sunshine. I'm a mess, you should know this, I'm friends with you, that's telling."

"I'm gonna ignore this outrage statement because I'm on a bigger mission here." He continued, knowing you were deviating the conversation. "The fuck is that coming from?"

"When you like someone that much, you star to try and match your stuff with them." You shrugged, adjusting your hair on the mirror. "And as much as I want to, we just- don't. That's like you said, he is nonchalant, I'm way too chalant. He is so sweet, Im bitter. He is all composed and... I dunno... Like those fitness influencers who have insane wellness routines? You know. And I'm the entire opposite. He's sweet as a grape."

"Are you quoting Hozier's Too Sweet at me right now?" His green eyes looked at you in disbelief. "Are you for real?"

"Kinda."

"Okay I know you may be having doubts, but why not try? It's better than not try, right?"

"Okay now you're just quoting The Good Place at me." You mocked, hearing people bang on the door to the bathroom. "But you know that I'm way too down bad for him to just try and go along with it. I'm usually cool with this kinds of stuff, but... I know I'll just be delusional and want more with him."

"So make us both a favor and drop it, because I don't wanna have my heart broken, and you don't wanna hear me whining about it, sir Norris."

Oscar's eyes were trained on you the moment you left the bathroom with Lando at his house party. You and Lando knew each other since kids, and it was very obvious to everyone in that house, including him, that nothing would ever happen between the two of you.

You noticed his glance and just offered him a small smile before turning and starting a conversation with Max Fewtrell, yours and Lando's best friend.

"Thought you said that'd work." He commented when Lando came up to him. "I really shouldn't trust your matchmaking skills, remember the redhead you tried to hook me up with in Vegas?"

"Hey, she was hot! And liked koalas."

"She liked spiders."

"You grew up with both, mate, whatever." Oscar shooked his head with a smile on his face. "And she wants you, she's just worried you might not want her."

"What?"

"She didn't believe when I said you were down to meet her. She thinks I'm setting her up with someone who does not want her."

"Why would she think that? You did that before?"

"Not the case right now. She thinks that because she basically doesn't think she's good enough for you."

The softest "what" came out of Piastri's lips.

"Yeah, she even quoted Hozier at me."

"I... don't know what that means."

Later that day, when he was in bed, smeling a bit like alcohol and feeling his body light from the drinking, Lando's words came back to him. He was waiting to sober up more, although he was probably the most sober out of everyone in that party, including you, who at some point started trying to teach Pietra how to creepwalk, to which, you failed.

He kept watching you that night, from some distance, of course, to try and understand what you meant to Lando when you said "too different".

And to be honest, he kinda got that.

You weren't necessarily and extrovert, at least with those you didn't know, but with your friends, wow were you outgoing.

You and Max were doing shots at random moments of the night, a bet to see who would fall first. You'd drink whataver he drank, and he'd drink whatever you drank.

He smoked some weed, so you did too.

You took jello shots made purely out of the cheapest vodka you could find, so he did too.

Lando and Pietra were trying to keep up with the two of you, but it was in vain. You two were on fire.

And to be honest, Oscar liked that.

You probably didn't see it, but you were both bold, only on different aspects of life.

And he wanted to show you that.

So, phone in hand, he texted Lando, who was already on his own room, probably with some fling of his. The party had died down and only a few people were left, including you, who were downstairs probably playing truth or dare or never have I ever with the other survivors of the night, and him, who was in a guest room.

[What did u meant when you mentioned Hozier earlier?] seen 2:38a.m.

[she quoted his song to me]

[too sweet, look it up im busy] seen 2:40a.m.

[At least tell me the name of the song so i can search it, man] 2:40a.m.

[are youo actually stupid? the name of the song is TOO SWEET, im not compliemnting you mate.] seen 2:40a.m.

[i knew that] seen 2:41a.m.

[sure you did] seen 2:41 a.m.

Spotify open. He typed down those two words and sure enough, a song by an Irish man popped up. The beat was kinda animated, and he didn't though to bother searching up the internet to see what other thought of that song.

He took his own conclusion.

"If you can sit in a barrell, maybe I'll wait". In his slightly disturbed mind, that meant he still had a shot. He just needed to prove you two weren't so different.

And while drunk, he took an oath to do that.

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For the 2024 season, Lando had hired you as his personal counselor, which was just an excuse for you to travel around the world with him.

The reason why? Oscar didn't knew, but he wasn't complaining.

That meant seeing you around the paddock a lot, even til the highest hours of the night after each race, post-debriefs and everything.

Today was one of those days.

It was after a session of FP1 and FP2 of the US Grand Prix, and the post-practice debrief had just ended, people moving around and starting to leave.

Oscar gathered his stuff and was ready to walk to his own car and leave.

That's when he spotted you.

On one of the halls from the McLaren hospitality, walking around in a jacket he did not recognize as any of the teams merch.

"Are you switching scuderias?" He asked, nodding the jacket direction, startling you.

You looked down, almost forgetting which clothes you were wearing. "Oh that's just from the next NASCAR winning team."

"You like NASCAR?"

"I was very frustrated when I realized Cars was about NASCAR and not F1, I might switch motorsports." You smiled.

"Good luck cheering for Joe Gibbs."

"Oh which one do you choose? Spire?"

"No, never. 23XI is way better."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, a small smile still on your lips, a huge one on his.

"I'll laugh to your face when Denny Hamlin ends Riley on track next cup, Piastri."

"It's on, Y/ln."

Two days later, after the Grand Prix, Oscar dropped the bomb on the interview.

"... Maybe we should just adopt NASCAR rules and end things on track." A knowing smile on his lips, looking at the camera.

He wanted you to know. He made sure of it, it wasn't just some comment, there was more.

"Mate, NASCAR rules? Are you insane?" Lando asked later, watching you perk up at that mention.

Oscar smiled and watched you, barely giving his teammate any recognition. You searched the internet, the key words you never thought would be put together: "Oscar Piastri + NASCAR".

And sure enough, there it was, the interview.

You looked up at him, slightly flabbergasted and changed your expression to a smile.

And God, did he love that smile.

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"Disrespectfully, Fuck Papaya Rules."

Oscar phisically perked up when he heard that. He was strolling around the paddock and caught you talking with reserve McLaren driver, Pato O'Ward.

"Not only that's dumb, but honestly, fuck-ass name for a strategy."

He chuckled at that, hearing you from around the corner.

"Honestly I don't know if I'd follow that if I ever fill in for any of them." Pato admitted, shrugging. "I understand when it's for the Constructors Championship but Drivers? Fuck that."

"My favorite moment so far is when Oscar cut him right on the beginning, it was kind of a 'fuck your championship' moment, I live for that."

"Lando's gonna fire you if he hears you say that." Pato laughed. "Remember when you hit him because he didn't spray Oscar on the Hungary podium?"

"And I'd do it again."

"You hit Lando to defend me?" Oscar asked later that day, on the parking lot, as you were waiting for your friend.

You looked up at him and his smug smile.

That actually caught you unexpected. Oscar was coy, you knew that, but he was getting progressively bolder and more challenging.

It messed with your brain.

"You eavesdropping?"

"I just like to hear when people talk about me." He admitted. "Don't you?"

"No. I hate knowing what people think of me."

Oscar chuckled. That was kind of perfect, because he wasn't good with words.

"I promise I won't tell you what I think of you if I can give you a ride back to the hotel."

That was the main difference between you and Oscar: you were provocative, alluring, liked to get under people's skin, while he was straightforward, deadpan and liked to see people's reaction to brutal honesty.

"Sure."

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It was the last race of a triple header, Brasil.

Five DNFs, the race and the quali delayed so many times, it was exhausting. Oscar finished P8, which, yes, was a bad position, but he was glad he at least finished the race, unlike five other drivers.

He was so tired, and it showed on his face.

No one even dared ask him or Lando how they were feeling because it was obvious, so he pratically slipped away from the mechanics and engineers.

And he found you. Sitting on the floor, back to the wall that separated his and Lando's driver room, texting rapidly.

He wanted so bad to have you to him, to talk to you before media duties, to have you on his driver room alone. But he and Lando weren't exactly on the best terms, so he couldn't just snatch away his friend.

Or couldn't he?

"Lando's gonna be late." He said, snatching your attention immediately. "If you want to come in."

"Yeah, in a sec." You went back to typing right away.

"You texting someone?" You nodded but answered back:

"Since when do you care?"

"I don't know, I just want your attention." There it was again, the honesty. "I mean, the person you might be texting can be cool and all but, do they drive at 300km/h for McLaren?"

You stopped, looking up at him, almost not believing those words actually came out of his mouth.

"He doesn't..." He smiled. "He actually drives for Mercedes and is a 7 time world champion."

"You're texting Lewis?" Oscar asked softly, smile vanishing. "Isn't he too old for you?"

"First of all, Lewis Hamilton could never be 'too old'. And second, It's not like you're thinking." You pushed yourself up, entering his room. "I'm just congratulating him on the Senna homage and asking what he wants to get me tickets for the next Kendrick Lamar concert."

"I don't know how many times I can offer to babysit Roscoe."

Oscar closed the door behind him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

He launched himself on the nearest armchair he could find and groaned, feeling his body ache, trying to stop the shakes on his body from being wet with the cold wind.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, voice dripping with concern.

"Yeah. My back's killing me, and I think I'm going to have a cold."

"Take a hot shower, I'll grab you some medicine." She instantly put the phone down, marching towards the door, but was interrupted when Oscar held her wrist.

"Stay." The word came out murmured, a gentle plea, his eyes closed. "Please."

It was weird seeing him like that, so vulnerable, so desirous, it made your heart fumble when he opened those soft brown eyes. So you nodded.

"But you're gonna lie down and get warm. I don't want you sick."

He obliged, draggin himself -and you on the processes, because he couldn't let go of you- towards the improvised bed he had on his driver room.

"But what if-" Oscar began, starting to lie down. "I get sick so I can escape from the media duties?"

"Can you do that?"

"It's worth a shot."

You smiled, pulling a chair to be close to him still, to which he thanked with a smile.

Surely after, Oscar fell asleep. You know it wasn't ideal, but you stood by and watched him peacfully sleeping. He was so soft, so cat-like, so pretty.

Your heart ached with how much you liked him.

And maybe, even though he didn't knew, he was showing you how you two could be a match.

When he woke up, half an hour later, you weren't there already, but he found the medicine you said he needed with a small note that said "You snore like a cat purrs (take care), Y/n."

He smiled ear to ear, almost all of the fatigue gone. He folded the note and tucked it in one of the pockets of his bag, leaving to the unfortunate meeting with the media.

Later that day, as Y/n was getting to her hotel room when she noticed something hanging from the doorknob.

It was a keychain in the shape of a cat, with a small note that read "To remember me".

Y/n rolled her eyes, but with a small smile on her face, that turned into a shock expression the moment she saw the things attached to it: two tickets for the Kendrick Lamar concert.

"Oscar Jack Piastri, you little devil."

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"How was the concert?" Oscar asked, a knowing smile on his lips.

Y/n smiled widely. It has been a couple of months since Oscar Piastri started pursuing you; you ended up knowing what he was up to when Lando commented that he was determined.

And dear God, he was.

And it moved you.

You don't remember ever someone putting this much effort for you. That alone, warranted some points on his advantage.

"It was good, I actually ended up meeting Snoop Dogg also and we talked a lot about West Side." You rambled, watching his eyes get lost, trying to search his brain for any information about any of the words you just said. "I'm just messing with you. It really meant a lot to me so, thank you."

"Anytime."

"You need a ride to the hotel?" He offered. "Think Lando's not going back any time soon."

You looked back to the door for the party, the music still so loud, lights flashing in different colors and you could almos feel the smell of alcohol even from this distance.

Usually, you'd be inside going crazy too, celebrating that the team you work for had finally won the Constructor's Championship after so many years not knowing what that feels like.

But you were tired. So you took Oscar's offer.

His car smelt new, even though he had this car for quite some time now, his cologne, a strong woody scent mixed with the fresh odor of the seats.

"So, how does it feel, huh?" You asked right after he started driving. "Constructor's champions."

"It's amazing." He answered, and you could feel the tiredness and happiness from his tone. "It's exactly that, a reward for all the hard work."

"Driver's championship next?"

"For me I hope so."

"Next season's gonna be amazing." You smiled, hiding the sadness. "I mean, five rookies on the grid, Hamilton at Ferrari, hopefully Max's downfall?"

"May God hear you, Y/n."

"This sport was missing some emotion." Oscar stared at you from the side of his eyes as you entered the highway, which was completely desert due to high hours of the night. "I mean, to you guys there's always emotion but that's because you're driving, to us just watching cars go around and no overtakes, no fun business is kinda boring."

A mischiveous glint shone on Oscar's eyes as he pushed the throttle pedal further and further with each word you said.

"Osc, what are you doing?"

"Just thought you'd like a piece of the emotion like we have." He opened the windows, a huge smile on.

The adrenaline rushed through your muscles, eyes blown wide as the velocity increased, starting to grip the seat as you laughed. Oscar was so normal about it he was even driving with only one hand on the wheel.

"Fuck it, Imma act like a dog."

Oscar laughed genuinely as you loosened the seatbelt and propped your head out of the window, the wind forcing your skin and giving you goosebumps.

You could barely breathe but that was a whole part of the fun.

"Oh my God this is amazing!"

"Emotion enough for you?"

"God, how are you guys so normal after every race?" You asked, sitting back down, heart beating so fast inside your chest. "I'd feel like I'm on the top of the world, honestly."

The song on the radio pushed your pulse to quicken even more. You opted for keeping your head inside to talk to Oscar, but one hand was out, dancing with the wind.

"God, I'm gonna miss this."

"What?!"

Shit.

He wasn't supposed to hear that, not yet.

You sighed, putting a hand on high thigh, feeling him tense up. "You can slow down now." He did, eyes constantly darting back to your hand, touching him. "The reason I was flying around with Lando and the team was because he wanted to give me new opportunities. And I got one in Italy, as a fashion designer. This is my last night working for McLaren."

Oscar couldn't believe what he was hearing, all his effort, all that he was dreaming for, to have you by his side every race just like this season but this time, as his partner.

He kind of thanked you for telling him to slow down, because his head was spinning.

"Italy is close to Monaco, no?"

"It's in Milan, a three hour drive." You answered, lightly caressing his thigh. "Lando already knew of that possibility, no one was supposed to get attached to me. I'm sorry, Osc."

He parked the car in front of the hotel, both hands now on the wheel as he was trying to calm down and grasp the reality of everything going on.

You were leaving.

He felt your hand lifting up from his pants and immediately grabbed it.

"I'm not giving you up."

"Osc-" "No."

"I didn't come this far just to lose you, not now."

"You're not losing me." He looked at you. "I'll just- I'll be in the country next door." You smiled tightly. "But it's okay if you don't want someone who can't accompany you, I get it."

"You'd wait for me?"

"What?"

Oscar blinked, his grip on your hand tightening, eyes intense as if he was begging.

"Wait for me, to be back from the races, wait for the breaks?"

"Osc that's thing long relationships go through, we don't know if it'd work and-"

He held your face. Gently, sweet, almost too sweet.

"We have until March. I want to try. I could never ask you to give up on something you want so bad, so that's why I'm asking you to not give up on us."

Us. That knocked all the air from your lungs.

"I can see it in your face. You want this just as badly as I do." Oscar's voice was low, sending shivers down your spine with the way he talked. "I already showed you how much of a match we can be, let me show you we can make this work."

You shouldn't, you really really shouldn't. If it all went south you didn't know if you could recover from him.

But it was hard to think when he was this close.

So you made a decision.

Even if it slipped away, it'd have claw marks from you. You were ready to try and keep him in your life with all your strength.

So you launched yourself forward, capturing his lips.

SMUT AHEAD - YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

His kiss was desperate, hands full on launching themselves at your body and holding you tight, as if you'd start to slip away right this moment.

"Osc! On the car?" You laughed, breaking the kiss, to which he immediately bent his head down to kiss your neck.

"Just this once." He was almost begging, trying to get you free from the seatbelt and into his lap. "I've wanted you for so long, love, please."

Too sweet? No, just the right amount.

You clicked your seatbelt and pushed it away, hopping onto his seat, back meeting the steering wheel, chest to chest, knees barely on the seat from how big his legs were.

The impression was that Oscar was ravenous, like a hungry man, devouring every inch of your skin he could, levaing behind a trace of his saliva and maybe some hickies, but neither of you cared.

His breathing was uneven, hands roaming your body like it was the curves of a circuit he needed to remember and dominate.

"Osc-" You hummed, feeling his hard-on pressing against you, dry humping it, pulling moans from both of you. "Fuck!"

"Didn't peg you as a tits guy." You laughed upon noticing both his hands lodged around your boobs, guiding you through them to ride his erection.

"I'm a Y/n guy, everything about you drives me insane." He confessed, moving his right hand to your ass, moving your body around his lap, feeling your thighs shake against his hips. "Love, please."

Your hands traveled down his chest, nails grazing his skin on top of the formal suit he had on. He looked like a prince, even though he was ready to fuck you like a soldier. Finally, your hands worked fast to take his belt off and open his pants.

His cock, finally freed from his underwear, was so hard already and leaking with pre-cum. You smeared it around as started playing with his tip, feeling his hips buck upwards.

You were looking at his face atently, seeing his expressions falter at your touch.

Oscar's eyes found your and they were dark like never before.

"You're such a fucking tease." He complained, stirring around, trying to feel more of your touch.

"Someone has to take the lead, huh?"

A spark flew past his eyes, hand moving up and grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking it harshly.

"Osc!" You whined, head thrown back as his grip didn't loosen even slightly, sending a heat wave down your body, allodging itself in your pulsating core.

"Someone has to take the lead, right love?" He snapped back, a huge smile on his face as he watched you shake. "Enough with the teasing, pull your panties to the side and sink on my dick."

Fumbling with your hands, you found the slit of your dress and tucked your hand inside, founding the laced fabric that was already drenched, pulling it to the side.

Oscar helped you lodge on top of him, lining up your entrance and his lenght, one hand still holding you tightly by the hair and the other moving your ass around.

"Fuck, love!" He moaned as you started sitting on him, caressing your head, making you shiver and tighten even more. "When you feel it all inside you, you can take the lead back, m'kay?"

Your lips met each other's, drinking the moans away.

The further you sank on him, the more he sank on the driver's seat, feeling all the tension leave his body, finally feeling your insides.

Fully inside, he let go of your hair as he promised and allodged both hands on your hips, gripping you bot not forcing you to move.

"Think you're gonna last?" You asked, opening the buttons to his shirt, positioning both hans on each side of his chest.

He opened his eyes, the dark hungry was still there, much softer now, he looked drunk and so languidly happy. "We can leave the torture for the next times, can't we love?"

You wanted to tease him, and say maybe, that now the lead was back to your hands, you were going to make him last painfully, but you felt the tight knot on your low womb, and knew even you weren't going to last.

"Okay, Osc."

And you started to ride him, watching him give in and just become a moaning mess, still holding tight to your waist but completely gone.

"Fuck, love, you're- you're too good!"

You also didn't thought Oscar was going to be so talkative during sex, given his nonchalant ways, but when given pleasure he turned into a bubbling mess, talking nonsense.

"So good, so worth the wait." He mumbled, pulling you closer and moaning in your lips as you two kissed again. "You ride me so well." He kept going, as you started kissing his neck, wanting to hear more. "Don't stop, please don't stop, love."

His hands restored to gripping your waist and travelling up sometimes to carress your tits on top of your dress.

"You should be wearing less clothes, love, you're so pretty." He complained. "Are you close?"

"Mhmm."

"So am I. Cum with me, love." He groaned, voice too raw for his own good, messing around with your head. "Come on, baby." His hips started snapping up, meeting you halfway your ride.

A strained whine left your lips, hugging his shoulders and propping your head on your arms, launching your moans directly into his ear, pushing him further down his high.

"I'm- I'm gonna-"

Both your bodies started to shake and his big arms hugged you, pulling you closer, locking you in him as his cum spurted inside you, your knot finally snapping.

"You okay?" He asked a few moments later, feeling you go limp on top of him. "Still with me?"

"Shut it, Osc."

"Yeah, you're back."

You laughed, hugging him one last time before pulling up from him, immediately putting your panties back in place and returning to the passanger's seat as he zipped his pants back on.

He turned on the AC to clear the windows that became foggy from the heat irradiating from both of you.

You fixed your hair as much as you could, knowing it'd probably be ruined again when you went up to his hotel room. He offered you his blazer, to which you happily took and let it engulf you, hiding the hickied left on your neck.

He went around the car to open your door for you, helping you on your feet as he noticed your legs still shaking. He had that smug smile you got used to on the beggining of your flirting and it made you want to kiss him stupid.

"You think your plan of convincing me we're a match was 100% successfull?" You asked, crossing the hotel lobby still holding his arm, heading toward the elevator.

He leaned into you, voice just above a whisper, only for you to hear. "My cum is leaking out your pussy, you tell me."

You suffocated a smile, desperately pressing the button for the elevator.

SMUT ENDS HERE- WELCOME BACK!

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"Okay so, I need to know." Lando asked, it was the day after the celebration, you were sharing a breakfast on the McLaren private jet with the rest of the crew.

You were sitting beside Oscar, Lando in front of you two, a little hungover but still curious.

"We're not telling you anything."

"You owe me this, I had to sit through one hour meeting with the pr team about not fucking in cars in the parking lot."

You choked a laugh, tecnically your contract with Lando was over, and you weren't a part of the McLaren anymore, so you got to sleep while Oscar and Lando had to be awake for a very stern lecture.

"Honestly, if you keep doing shit like this I'm gonna make you two pay for my therapy."

"Bill me, mate." Oscar snapped back, a huge smile on his face as he took one sip of a milk glass.

"Fuck you!" Lando answered immediately, shock written all over his face. "Honestly, I should've never put you two together."

"You didn't do shit." You retorted, throwing Lando even further down the insane hill.

He started to ramble about how he was the first matchmaker, how he handled you two talking about each other to him and it almost drove him insane, while you and Oscar just smiled.

You layed your head on Oscar's shoulder, sighing.

He was sweet, but never too sweet for you.

You breathed in his scent, a sharp woody masculine perfume that mixed perfectly with your sweet one. Exactly how you two were supposed to be, boldness in sweetness and sweetness in boldness, completing each other.

And whatever was going to happen to the both of you, you'd fight it, like he fought for you.

april 6th, 2025

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[finallychaoticeffigy]

Would you write a yandere story with a willing darling?

She’s just a girl yk?

Yandere x willing reader

Going out with the creep everyone warned you about wasn't so bad. So what if he's a little over protective over you? That just means he cares. He is the perfect boyfriend you've always dreamed of having.

He's sweet, caring and thoughtful. Not to mention he looks like he would die without you. Besides your boyfriend's sexy as hell.

Maybe it's a little unusual how he got a hold of every personal info about you even before you met him, but you adore him.

The both of you just got back from a date. You , however are tired as hell. You asked him to carry you back to your bedroom which the two of you shared.

He slowly removed your heels, so gentle you almost couldn't feel it being detached to you.Then he leaned in and placed a small kiss on your ankle.

"Hey don't kiss my foot" you yanked away

"Why...I worship you so much y/n" he voice before taking your other heel. " Fuck....I'll fucking simp for you till my last breath baby"

You playfully rolled your eyes and let out a chuckled.

He loves you a lot. He especially loves it that you felt the same way about him, maybe not as intense but you adore him , didn't you? The way you giggled and gave him affection willingly.. Gosh it's his dream come true. When he was stalking you, he thought about just taking you away if you rejected him, but heck who knew you'd actually say yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

"Whatever, just get in bed...I wanna cuddle"

He groaned and pulled you close. "Let's take a bath together...Yeah? "

You nodded before kissing him which he eagerly returned. You shrieked when he suddenly carried you to the bathroom.

You two were making out.Clothes scattered on the floor.His one arm wrapped around your waist protectively while the other carries your nape with care.Tongue battling. The visible sound of slurping and wet kissing is heard.

You both pulled away, out of breath. Panting heavily, he closed the space between you too and peck on your lips.

"You're tired... Let's just make love tomorrow..Hmm?" he muttered biting your shoulder gently.

You pulled his ears hard. "Ow...baby that kinda hurts" he looked at you big doe puppy eyes.

"HAha" you giggled

"So my miserable state is funny to you now huh" he grin wider before tickling you

"W-wait...Haha...St-stop" you begged, water splashing everywhere as you fought.

"Tell me you love me first, I'll stop"

"I l-love you" you mutter

"Hmm? I didn't hear you baby" he responded and tickled you harder.

"Ha-haha I LOVE YOU !"

"Who loves who?

"I LOVE YOU ! ONLY YOU ! NOW LET GO I REALLY CAN'T HAHA..HAH" relief washed over you as he finally stopped his torture.

"I love you too my darling... You're only mine alright? We belong together forever" he mumbled and pulled you closer.

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"Hey love... Can i ask you something?" you asked biting an apple which he sliced into bite size for you to eat.

"Hmm sure thing baby.... anything" he answered embracing you. He looks so in love.

"What if... What if were not meant to be? Like you know those soulm-"

"Were fucking meant to be... Even if we were not , I'll make it happen " he cuts you off and squeeze you tight.

"Hey it's just a question" you chuckled, you wrapped your smaller hands around his neck, feeling his hardness.

"Why ?Do you like someone other than me ?!" He looked at you with a hint of anger but the look of sadness in his eyes are visible.

"What? Of course not !" You defended

"Who is he? I'll kill him...Dare to even have any contact with you. If he even dared to look at you, I'll plunge his eyes out and cut him into pieces . Then I'll lock you up with me forever so you can avoid parasites like that. How does that sound baby? Do you wanna cuddle with your love forever? Hmm?"

"Wh-what are you saying jeez..." You didn't know what to say, you were speechless.

"Let's just cuddle ok? Calm down" you declare, taking his lips and kissing him gently. You see...calming him down is easy, you just need to give him affection and he's back at his usual self again.

This isn't the first time he was like this. It obviously scares you sometimes, but you love him too much to leave him.

"Ok.. just..just don't ever ask questions like that again ok? " He pleaded licking your jaw

" I won't" you smiled

[ddejavvu]

Could you do a criminal minds x reader where reader is viewed as super sweet and dresses brighter and stuff like Penelope but one day they have to come in like super late/by surprise so everyone is in their normal clothes and the bau sees that reader has a big ass, super cool tattoo? And they’re all surprised and stuff

You're looking less-than professional in your backless halter top when you take your seat at the round table, but no one bats an eye until you stand from the chair to leave. Hotch's call of 'Wheels up in 20' means that the room clears as everyone hunts for their gobags, and the second you turn your back to your coworkers a litany of reactions fill the space.

Of course, the most dramatic is from Garcia, but you hear enough to count all of your coworkers, except one. Hotch's brows are raised when you turn back to see them, though - apparently he's not above being startled.

"Woah, hot stuff," Prentiss calls, a grin spreading over her face, "You've got some nice ink back there!"

"I didn't know you had tattoos," JJ muses, staring at you with curious amusement like she's recalculating your image in her mind, "That's really intricate. I like it."

"Oh, it's-" You reach a hand up to stroke awkwardly over the inked skin, "I kind of forgot you'd never seen it before."

"Turn around again!" Garcia gushes, "I wanna look at it."

You spin on command, and Hotch and Rossi are kind enough not to gawp with the others, passing you on their way to the door.

"You've got guts, kid," Rossi grimaces, "I've been in a lot of pain before, but I don't know if I'd willingly sit there for all of that."

"I wouldn't," Hotch shakes his head with a good-natured smile, "Haley and I got small, matching ones in college, and I had a hard time with that one."

"Is that based off of Norse mythology?" Spencer pokes his head around your shoulder to stare bright-eyed at you, "Some of the symbols remind me of-"

"It's just a sick-ass tattoo, Reid." Morgan shoves at his shoulder. peering avidly at the art, "Don't ruin this for everyone."

Reid takes the shove like a champion, smiling kindly, albeit awkwardly at you as he moves for the door himself, "I like it."

"Thanks, Reid," You call, flinching slightly as a hand traces one of the symbols on your back.

"Ooh! Sorry, pumpkin," Garcia calls, the hand drawn away in a flash, "I got too grabby. I just think it's really cool," she takes your hand, leading you towards the door while the others follow to continue staring at your tattoo, "I'd show you my own body art, but it's not really in a spot that I can display in the workplace."

"Well this I've gotta see," Morgan teases, "Let's all huddle in the bathroom on the jet, babygirl, and see what you're hiding."

"It is not for your eyes, Derek Morgan," She huffs, though she's grinning at his attempt. The look in her eyes suggests that the tattoo is not for his eyes because it's something to do with him, and you're eager to giggle over whatever part of her body she's tatted 'babygirl' over later.

For now, though, you rifle through your gobag and shrug on a cardigan, effectively covering your back and its ink.

"It is a crying shame to cover up that artwork," Prentiss laments, "I bet it looks awesome peeking over tank tops."

"You'll see it again at the hotel," You laugh, "I have plans to use the jacuzzi before we leave."

"A jacuzzi sounds fantastic," JJ sighs, "But let's all of us agree that Morgan isn't invited - I wanna see Garcia's tattoo."

[astonmartinii]

i will always love you | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem bodyguard reader

what he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with his bodyguard? this IS a rom com

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f1insider

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f1insider: red bull have confirmed that max verstappen will have a bodyguard for the rest of this season after increasingly aggressive fan activity towards drivers at races. what do you think about it?

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user3: i completely understand that it’s insane that it’s gotten to the point where he needs a bodyguard …. but like JEALOUS

user4: i pray there’s never any need for her to do her actual job

user5: f1 need to sort it out i agree

user4: i meant because i would be no better than a man im sorry god but i want to watch her fight someone 😫

user6: this should’ve been done so long ago but i’m glad they’ve finally made the step

user7: what i find crazy is that people can afford a paddock pass and wanna fight the drivers ??? what a waste of money GIVE THEM TO ME

user8: i’m being completely serious when i say … any punk ass influencer tries to film max in the bathroom i want this bodyguard to shoot them with a gun

user9: no i agree

user10: and when i do it on purpose so she can beat the shit out of me ??

user11: choke

user12: she look familiar to any of you?

user13: i thought i had seen her before but like i just can’t quite recall

user14: swiftie here! she was taylor’s bodyguard for a couple years so you probably have seen her in paparazzi photos or something

user15: taylor swift and now max verstappen i need her agent

user16: the thought of that massive hunk of a man cowering behind her is killing me

user17: it’s killing you? it’s getting me excited this is so romance book coded

user18: you people’s obsession with putting people in “relationship” is the worst thing to happen to the sport

user19: i agree! (they would be unbelievably cute)

user20: i’m glad to see we’re all being very serious about the state of the sport where a driver needs a bodyguard and not the fact that said bodyguard is visually appealing

user21: sky i will deal with your bias if you give us the visual on her

user20: jesus wept

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yourusername: new job, same friendship bracelets

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user22: WE FOUND YOU

user23: hi mother !!!!

user24: we miss you serving face with taylor :(

maxverstappen1: you were a bodyguard for TAYLOR SWIFT ???

yourusername: you didn't read my CV? you had the last say on me being hired?

maxverstappen1: i let GP read them and he's never steered me wrong before

yourusername: that seems irresponsible

maxverstappen1: ANYWAY my point was going to be ... can we still get eras tour tickets?

yourusername: i can see what i can do

maxverstappen1: what if you just called taylor up?

yourusername: do NOT reference the kardashians if you want tickets

maxverstappen1: noted :3

user25: i can't have anything in this life ??? what do you mean you've worked with taylor and max?

user26: she looks so hot with a gun i'm starting to think the NRA are on to something

yourusername: absolutely not get out of here with that shit

user27: oh she educated as well? will you accept my hand in marriage?

maxverstappen1: 🤨

landonorris: and if i said you could guard me all night

yourusername: it's kinda my job to guard max all night

landonorris: but you'd rather guard me 😉

yourusername: i doubt you'd pay me as well as max

landonorris: i can pay you other ways 😉

maxverstappen1: lando i will break your fingers one by one

user28: max is out here like SHE IS MY BODYGUARD

user29: him being possessive... idk where to look but both of them - mark me scared AND horny

user30: TOO REAL

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maxverstappen1: simply lovely to be back on the top step in brazil, @yourusername you're clearly my lucky charm

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user31: max does a generational drive and immediately gets on instagram to flirt with his bodyguard

user32: he's so real for that because look at y/n

user33: i once thought swifties were crazy for being so obsessed with her but now i am just as bad lol

yourusername: nuh uh that drive was all you big boy

maxverstappen1: heheheehehe

maxverstappen1: did i make a good first impression?

yourusername: a very good first impression ;)

maxverstappen1: are you proud of me?

yourusername: very proud maxy

maxverstappen1: :3 thank you <3

user34: what in praise kink did i just read?

user35: i know he's done it in a very public forum but just leave them to do whatever they gotta do

user36: i know this man saw her in a suit and with a gun and fell to his knees

yourusername: well... close enough!

landonorris: idc about all of that ^^ i'm still going to shoot my shot

yourusername: is me rejecting you luck or talent?

landonorris: HUH ?????

yourusername: i may just be a bodyguard but i still have working ears 👍

user37: okay so she does serve more than just looks ...

user38: she's got a fan in me now

charles_leclerc: let me just sit back and observe

yourusername: you good?

charles_leclerc: i am sitting back and observing

yourusername: you are observing very loudly

charles_leclerc: i am just watching max embarrass himself, this is very healing for my younger self

maxverstappen1: RUDE

yourusername: he's not embarrassing himself if it's working?

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redbullracing: statement regarding today's incident.

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user42: sorry red bull but i want that video tattooed on my eye balls

user43: i am so unbelievably hot and bothered after seeing that video

user44: red bull i'm afraid you'll have to take that video out of my cold dead hands

landonorris: i didn't realise the paddock came with dinner and a show today

oscarpiastri: lando they tried to kill max...

landonorris: well he was never in any actual danger with y/n around

oscarpiastri: do you ever read the PR briefs?

landonorris: PR whats?

oscarpiastri: this is starting to make a whole lot of sense

user45: they'll try to cancel lando for this but like he's being real

user46: no because why was george russell and kimi antonelli literally in the back of the footage eating LITERAL POPCORN

user47: i've never wanted to be two people so bad

maxverstappen1: i lived bitch

yourusername: MAX????

maxverstappen1: because of you, i'm forever in debt to you <3

yourusername: just doing my job :)

maxverstappen1: so you didn't just do it because of your undying love for me :(

yourusername: i think that would be inappropriate

maxverstappen1: THAT'S NOT FAIR, THEY CAN'T TRY AND KILL ME AND YOU CAN'T SAY YOU HATE ME IN ONE DAY

yourusername: oh maxy, do you need a cup of tea

maxverstappen1: and a hug ????

yourusername: yes, even a hug

user48: oh to have max that pathetically down bad for you

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maxverstappen1: can you people stop thirsting over my girlfriend please - i may not be able to fight but she can

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user49: HE HAD ENOUGH

user50: i mean i too think thirst comments from my literal friends would throw me over the edge

user51: he was like winning in brazil is not enough i gotta watch my gf beat the fuck out of someone and then publicly claim her

yourusername: you're puffing out your chest in the paddock when all the girls on the internet are thirsting over you - if anyone should be jealous it's me

maxverstappen1: but you're so much better than anyone else i am horrendously in love with you

yourusername: HORRENDOUSLY

maxverstappen1: i have never felt anything like this? im scared???

yourusername: no need to be scared baby i'm in for the long ride

yourusername: and i can and WILL protect you

maxverstappen1: i need to report a hostage situation? it's me in my bedroom - i need to be saved

yourusername: you're so cheesy, you're lucky i love you

user52: i have another hostage situation - it's me in this comment section

user53: watching them be in love is like torture to me i'm so lonely

user54: they need a trigger warning i fear

maxverstappen1: @landonorris @pierregasly @olliebearman suck on that

landonorris: LEAVE ME ALONE

pierregasly: don't hate the player hate the game

olliebearman: why did you say fuck me for ????

maxverstappen1: i've seen those looks ollie don't lie to me

yourusername: babe i think he might just be scared of me

olliebearman: WOMEN IN POSITIONS OF POWER SCARE ME I'M SO SORRY Y/N

yourusername: no worries ollie! max is just possessive

maxverstappen1: ugh duh! you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, obviously i want to keep you to myself

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yourusername: and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii will always love you! sorry it had to be done - whitney houston is a LEGEND

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user56: of course she knows that song, she's basically living that story

user57: OF COURSE SHE KNOWS THAT SONG IT'S ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS SONGS EVER ???

yourusername: and you can bet your ass the red bull garage have been singing it non stop since i arrived

redbullracing: singing is our passion

maxverstappen1: they'd have to kill me to keep me from you DEADASS (pun intended)

yourusername: and that won't be happening because i'll be there to protect you

maxverstappen1: i'm not opposed to watching you deal with a problem in the paddock

landonorris:WHY WAS I MADE THE BAD PERSON WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO WATCH ???

maxverstappen1: because it was my life that an attempt was made on ?

landonorris: and?

maxverstappen1: AND?

landonorris: it would've made winning the championship much easier ?

yourusername: nuh uh i would jump into that red bull and win out of spite

maxverstappen1: it's true, i've been training her up

landonorris: you gonna let me have anything

maxverstappen1: nope :P

yourusername: nope :P

user58: oh they're so annoying 😭

user59: true ride or die couples are so irritating

user60: i still wish i was them

danielricciardo: i get fired and you get a girlfriend ??? how is this fair

maxverstappen1: idk what you want me to say, i'd never give y/n up for anything

danielricciardo: not even a red bull maxiel reunion

maxverstappen1: sorry buddy, maxiel is dead

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME?

yourusername: sorry daniel, there's a new sheriff in town - should've charmed max when you had a chance

maxverstappen1: try as he might, he'd never be you

yourusername: awwwww considering your massive teenage crush on him... i love you!

danielricciardo: so fuck me then?

fin.

note: TWO IN ONE WEEKEND WHAT?

[cherrygirlfriend]

── MANCHILD ♡

♡ pairing: situationship!rafe x reader

♡ summary: your situationship acts like a manchild.

♡ warnings / tags: dumb man!

♡ author's note: drinking the new celsius flavor! based on manchild by sabrina carpenter <3

RAFE MASTERLIST ♡

you laid in your best friend's bed, your brows furrowed as you stared at the 'read' mark under the message you'd sent to rafe.

do you wanna come over tonight?

read.

you locked your phone and grabbed one of elle's throw pillows, shoving your face into the soft faux-fur and letting out a muffled scream. elle chuckled, cocking her head to the side.

"is he ignoring you again?"

"no..." you mumbled, only for your best friend to raise her brows, telling you that she didn't believe anything you said, "alright, he's ignoring me again..." you sighed. elle walked over to the bed, sitting down right next to you, "i told you, you need to cut him off. he's just gonna keep stringing you along."

"he's just such a..."

"manchild?"

elle wasn't wrong; rafe always treated you like you were disposable, like you didn't really matter. your best friend poured vodka into two shot glasses, holding one out for you to take, "we're gonna have a blast tonight. and you're gonna stop thinking about that dickhead."

after taking a deep breath, you finally picked up the shot meant for you, and after clinking your small glasses together, you downed the liquid, doing your best to ignore the way it was burning your throat.

your head was already swimming with the force of alcohol when you got to the club, your body pretty much moving without your brain giving it any commands, but all that mattered to you was that you felt good. you weren't thinking about rafe, your phone buried in your purse...

but it felt like your heart stopped the moment you saw them.

rafe's arms were around a random girl's waist, his head nuzzling her shoulder, and you could picture what he was whispering into the girl's ear "god, you're gorgeous..." "i need you..." "you should come home with me but i need you..." all the words he said to you. when you were together, all rafe paid attention to was his computer. but now, all his attention was on the stranger.

you took in a deep breath, ignoring the girl who was practically glued to rafe, and made your way to him. you stood in his eye-line, your arms crossed; you felt an idiot to be openly jealous like this but if he was going to be a douche may as well out do the crazy game. the girl stiffened in her seat as she caught you in staring.

rafe pulled away from her the second his eyes met yours. recoiling from her touch, his eyes widening. the boy’s expression quickly turned arrogant, as usual, his brow quirking as he sized you up.

"hi there." you smiled, your grin so painfully big that it was borderline psychotic. "what are you doing here?" rafe asked through gritted teeth, a sickeningly sweet smile returning your lips.

"what? you didn't miss me? didn't want me to come here?" you cocked your head to the side, "last time i checked this was a public event. maybe you should've stayed home if you didn't want someone to see you."

neither of you noticed when the girl faded into the background, rafe being too busy staring daggers at you, "you said your phone was broken. i guess that was a lie." your words made rafe scoff, "god, you're stupid, and slow, and useless.. i can't believe i let you trap me."

"wasn't that hard. i think you'd give it up for a fly if it had a dick."

the smack you delivered onto rafe's cheek echoed around the club "i never wanna see you again." you stated before turning around and walking away.

only for you to make out with him in the men's bathroom an hour later.

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[arminsumi]

. . . 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Suguru Geto (18+)

Suguru tying his hands behind his back because his best friend wants you — and he wouldn't get in the way of Satoru's happiness, would he?

► 'I heard that you fell in love... I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby, snap out of it'

+ warnings: MDNI/18+ content, cheating, smoking, sexual tension, angst

"No, not at all. Don't worry about it." Suguru shook his head in denial.

"You sure? I was under the impression that you wanted her." Satoru said.

"Wow, Satoru, you've known me for how long? And yet still you misunderstand me." he smirked, "I only ever said that she's pretty. That's all."

"Oh!" Satoru blinked, "Okay, good."

"She's probably interested in you — you should go for it." Suguru encouraged.

"Yeah, I think I will. I mean, the worst she could do is say no, right?"

Suguru let out an amused hum, keeping his lips pursed.

As Satoru went over to your table, Suguru watched with a tightening jaw, wishing for the worst — but his wishes fell on deaf ears, he soon realized, as he observed a 'yes' forming on your lips.

... Am I a fool?

Suguru's features twitched in discomfort when he watched you and Satoru hitting it off.

It's fine. I don't like her that much, anyways.

. . . 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝,

and Suguru realized that he was, in fact, a fool. Quite possibly the biggest fool in the world.

Whenever you and Satoru flirted, whenever you kissed, whenever you locked up like lovers so shamelessly and openly in front of him, he felt sick to his stomach — terribly sick. He'd suddenly excuse himself to the bathroom, and tremble over the sink; not quite ready to squeeze the contents out of his stomach, but close to retching.

But weren't you a fool, too?

"Why did you ever think that dating his best friend would bring you closer to him? It's just silly." your friend derided.

"Don't ridicule me. My feelings for Satoru aren't a lie — "

" — yeah right."

" — it's just that I expected them to overpower the feelings I had for Suguru. Can you really blame me? Even you said that Suguru has that something about him."

Yes, that something about Suguru Geto. Many people before you have felt that urge to desperately grab him, sink their claws into him, and never let go. He's never been oblivious to it.

Suguru's so blasé about love. He's the kind of man that doesn't show too much interest — and that's half the fun of it all. There's no pressure; just tie your laces and run after his shadow.

. . . 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐭��𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠,

and by summer the tension between you and him was growing like a little beast in the pit of your bellies.

Stolen glances. Quiet midnight conversations in the dark hallway. Pathetic flirting quickly covered up as a joke. Lingering hugs. Drunk confessions conveniently 'forgotten' the next day. Walking as if in a daze at your side, side-eyeing you kissing his best friend with an unmissable bitterness shaking his eyelashes.

It was only a matter of time until it all became too much. Who remembers who snapped first? Him or you? Of course you can blame it on drunkenness, but isn't that the reason you got drunk with Satoru's best friend in the first place? So that tomorrow, all the kisses could be excused with "I was drunk, it didn't mean anything".

. . . 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬,

it was more than that; you feeling up his chest and nimbly unbuttoning his white shirt, him pushing you up against the wall, not kissing you like a normal person — tasting and relishing your lips and cheeks and neck like some kind of starved animal, Suguru lured you into his cold, dark bed with full intent to devour you.

"Let me take it off for you." Suguru offered, soft voice shaking with this greedy lust that you can't quite explain.

You complied and let him peel your clothes off your body — and though he did it with haste, he savored every moment.

I'm taking what's supposed to be mine.

That's what he thought, and kept repeating to himself in his head as he unzipped his black skinny jeans and hurried out of them, and slid his boxer briefs down, and got inside you like he didn't care about anyone by any name except yours.

Grunting like he needed this for his whole life, Suguru muttered small dirty things against your neck, hiding his face there.

"... you're so tight, are you sure it doesn't hurt?" turned into "... you're taking it so well" turned into "am I better than him? Tell me I'm better than him, please. what do you mean you 'don't know'? Come on, you can lie to Satoru but don't lie to me... I know I can fuck you better than he can." turned into "Cum for me, baby; let me see how pretty you look when you cum all over a big cock" turned into "... why don't you just stay the night?"

. . . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚,

because Suguru got a taste of what it's like to wake up with you at his side. It was like a picturesque view; you looking messy and splayed out after a long night sprawled out underneath him.

When he felt his heart pang with the anxiety that he'd never be able to have you to himself, that's when he got out of bed and got dressed, leaving you alone in his bed.

It was a bad idea.

Getting a text from Satoru, shaking your upper arm to wake you, panicking but trying to look composed, seeing his hickeys on your neck — Suguru just went silent with guilt.

What have I done.

He sat on the edge of his bed, the early morning sun just barely streaming in through the gap in the curtains, and he watched you get dressed.

"I need a cigarette." he said anxiously, and got up to go have a smoke on the balcony.

You gave him a weary look and watched him leave. Just as you pulled the last bit of your clothes on your body, he lit up and drew in a deep breath and tainted his lungs with dirty tar and carcinogens.

Walking out onto the balcony, hearing the early morning traffic of Tokyo and seeing the dreary grey of cloudy skies, you stood besides Suguru.

Your attention. That's all he ever wanted. Your attention and a lot of it.

"Sorry." he apologized, lowering his cigarette and putting it out. "I know you don't like it when I smoke."

"You're right; I don't." you said, coming in close and pulling him down for a kiss. "But for some reason, it tastes good on your lips."

He looked down at you with full, black eyes.

"I'm not gonna tell Satoru anything about last night. Are you?"

"No, but I'm thinking of breaking up slowly with him."

"Don't do that. Just forget about me. You love him right?"

You looked away to the skyscrapers and refused to meet Suguru's eyes for a while.

"How am I supposed to forget about you?" you chuckled, "Even if I could, you don't really mean that, do you?"

"... No." Suguru hesitantly replied.

He looked at you shiftily, torn between crying and kissing you or both — a million little and big feelings overwhelmed him. He tried to organize them all, or at least as best he could, and waited for a moment of mental clarity to come over him before speaking again.

"Is it my fault, or have you been thinking of breaking it off with him for a while?"

"It's not your fault, Suguru. It's been a long time coming."

"How long?"

"Since it started. But why are you asking me questions that you know the answer to, Suguru?"

He shrugged, "I just needed clarity."

"Well there's your clarity." you sighed, "I'm gonna take a hot shower."

Suguru looked at you, dying for the moment when your eyes met his gaze, but it didn't come; he stood there unsatisfied and frustrated as you went inside without even paying him a glance, his black eyes on your back.

He rubbed his face, sighed hard, and lit up another cigarette and smoked it while listening to the shower run in the background, just pathetically daydreaming of little fantasies of joining you.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[voitier]

HANS - In your Hands

하나 : Gran Premio de España

In a world where every single step is recorded and analysed by cameras, F1 racer Jeon Jungkook could care less about his reputation, having decided that with the amount of money he has he could buy the silence of everybody, if he wished.

Behind him, there's a girl losing her mind trying to get him to behave, knowing that her job is at risk if she doesn't cover up his mess-ups in time.

What happens when one of the most influential and world recognised racers falls head over heels for his PR manager, who absolutely despises his "I've got it all" attitude and wants nothing more than to keep doing her job in peace?

WORDCOUNT: 3K

CONTAINS: 18+! sex, hooking up (occasionally and not), mentions of blood and paramedics (brief, not too much descriptive), car crashing description (again, not too much detailed)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, so... here's chapter one. okay. WOW. literally shaking rn I'm so scared it's gonna flop LMAOOOO. anyway, literally one of the longest pieces I've ever written, lowkey surprised myself. oh, and that thing I said that I wanted to wait until I was working at least on the second half of the story to post chapter 1? yeah, call me a liar cause that's what I am, I literally couldn't resist anymore, especially not when I saw how much "popularity" it was gaining. SO HERE IT ISSSS. I don't wanna spoiler anything so I'll shut up right here. hope you enjoy it and are ready to run a Grand Prix. love you all <3

Jungkook knew that he had the whole world at his feet. And he didn't think it because of a weird god complex whatsoever, but it was kinda hard to not do so when he stood high and tall on the podium, the whole crowd tinted of a bright orange, screaming his name and whipping around McLaren flags. 

For an hour, Jungkook was the owner of the world. 

And it felt so fucking nice.

That was almost three years ago though, and for the next three years, he always ended up on the podium – just as second or third place each time. It didn't matter, as much as he was craving that first place rush, he was happy he could stand on the podium itself.

This time, though? He had to win first place. No ifs, no buts.

He was doing so good already, he could almost feel the weight of the cup in his arms and his skin wet and sticky with champagne as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Just two more races and he would be reborn as F1 World Champion – twice. He could do it: he and Namjoon, his strategist, had studied the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya of the Spanish Grand Prix over and over again, meticulously measuring every variation of speed, every rough corner, obsessing over the track until they became disgusted of the mere thought of sitting down with the map in front of their eyes.

Jungkook trusted Namjoon. He was the mastermind behind all his wins, after all. And he saw it in his eyes, too – that endless thirst of win, the need to see his racer becoming World Champion again. Something was in the air for sure.

Anyway, Jungkook was a... man of needs. He needed his morning coffee to function properly. He needed to jog at least 30 minutes by himself before a race as a way to slip into a focused zone. But, most importantly, he needed to release all of his pent-up stress before sitting down in his race car. 

Which was exactly the reason why he was locked in a stall of the McLaren garage's bathroom, the zip of his suit pulled all the way down to his crotch as he pounded into one of the models' pussy. What was her name again?

"Jungkook, they’re looking for you–"

"They can wait," he snapped back, covering the pretty girl's mouth with his hand, desperately chasing his orgasm. From the outside, someone – probably his other teammate and racer, Jimin – kept yelling his name, followed by "5 minutes left, hurry up!"

A string of profanities left his lips as he felt his body tense up, every fibre getting ready to welcome the long awaited release. The girl in his arms whimpered softly, clearly overstimulated. Eh, he had told her prior that he could last longer than most, and she was the one who said it was no big deal, so it wasn't really his fault if she was trembling now. 

"Fuck!" a groan left his lips as his body finally gave in, filling the condom spurt after spurt. He breathed heavily, chest heaving as he slowly recovered from the post orgasmic bliss. 

"Two minutes! Jungkook, fuck!"

A prayer of "shit shit shit" was whispered in the air, the racer rushing to throw the condom away, zip his suit back up, and go out there like nothing had happened.

As he exited the bathroom, everything blended in a blur of hands grabbing him wherever they could, pushing him against his car– and what a car. Orange, shiny, looking better than ever, ready as much as him to win another Grand Prix. Someone handed him his helmet, urging him to put it on before sitting down in the vehicle. 

As soon as the cold leather touched his suit, it was showtime.

You hated Jungkook.

No, scratch that, you didn't hate the guy per se.

You hated the cocky attitude he carried around everywhere. And you hated the fact that he didn't facilitate your job, at all. Being a PR member is already hard as it is, but being a PR manager? Jungkook's PR manager? Oh baby, hiking on Mount Everest would be easier. 

The kid could not care less about his reputation. It was admirable, really, being unapologetically yourself in a world full of judgement, if it wasn't for the fact that he was a public figure. A well-known one, too. And whose job was it to not let him taint it? Yours, of course.

Teaching foxes how to talk would be less stressful.

"Where the fuck is he?" a sharp voice interrupted your endless thinking, grounding you right in the moment. You whipped your head to the right, watching as a frantic Hoseok walked around the garage to look for their number one driver. 

The McLaren team had three drivers: Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok. Usually, it was Jungkook and Jimin who would race, Hoseok was put aside mainly because he was new. Whole team decision, of course.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before sighing heavily, already feeling a growing headache nagging at the back of your head. 

What you didn't know, was that it was bound to get way worse than that. With the corner of your eye you had caught a weird movement, followed by a big commotion. 

Ah, that's where he was. Checks out, actually. Last minute nerves, right?

Yet– something was off. Something was... unusual. Something...

A man tripped not too far from you. Another one screamed at him, threatening to fire him. "Pull yourself together, we're Netflix, for god's sake!

Your heart dropped.

Netflix.

And coming right from the bathroom, you saw a hand. Delicate, long, well groomed. A woman. 

Shit.

You sprinted for the bathroom, running for your life like you've never done before, dodging engineers, mechanics, PR members, anyone who dared to stay in your way. 

You pushed the girl back inside before anyone could see her, slamming the door closed behind you. 

"What–"

"Shh. I'm sorry. I'm Jungkook's PR manager, Y/N. Nice to meet you" you whispered through the whole presentation, your eyes darting from the girl to the door, back to the girl again. You swallowed hard, breathing in and out slowly as the drumming in your ears settled for something less dramatic.

The girl in front of you was... beautiful, to say the least. Tall, clear skin, flawless makeup on. Shoulders and back straight and stretched nicely, her collarbones peeking over her shoulder-less dress. Dark hair framed her slim face, a nice contrast to her blue eyes. Yeah, definitely a model. 

You could almost see it – Jungkook's and this model's faces plastered all over the media, them holding hands and acting like the paparazzi had caught them in a private moment while walking in the streets of some élite class city, probably Monaco. Everything would be piloted by you, of course. There were no caught red-handed moments with you, everything was planned, studied, thought out. 

Oh, if only Jungkook made things this easy for you.

“Oh, uhm…” the girl eyed the spot where your hand touched her arm a couple times, definitely trying to find a polite way to get your hands off her skin. Understandable, anyone with that type of perfectly clear skin would grimace at the view of a woman who has no time for a full eight hours sleep, yet alone pay attention to skincare and stuff, touching what you probably had to work your ass for. Not that Jungkook was any better, by the way, but at least he was rich and handsome, and known enough to be on the same social step as the model in front of you. Hell, he was probably even higher up than her. You pulled your hand back, whispering a rather embarrassed apology.

From the garage, you heard one of the engineers yell, followed by a general roar as Jungkook overtook one of the Ferrari’s drivers. The girl gasped, her body jumping startled. “It’s fine, I– let me see if it’s safe to go out.”

The cold metal of the doorknob kissed the scorching hot skin of your hand as you gently twisted it, opening it just the right amount to peek outside. Your eyes scanned the place, looking out for anyone not dressed in orange and a couple men carrying a camera and a boom microphone.

Her fingers gently tapped your shoulder, peeking over it before softly asking “Is it safe?” in an accent that sounded anything but native. 

You gave one last look around before nodding, opening the door to let the woman through. 

“Wait!” your exclamation stopped her in her tracks. She turned towards you, confusion written all over her face. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Isadora. Isadora Ioannou.” 

The rest of the Grand Prix was spent glued to the screen in the garage, occasionally scribbling down notes in your agenda as ideas for new content popped up in your mind, and downing at least two more shots of espresso. 

However, no matter how hard you tried to engage in other activities, the name of the model kept haunting you. Isadora Ioannou, Isadora Ioannou, Isadora Ioannou. You were sure you had heard that name before, but no matter how hard you focused, you just couldn’t pinpoint when and where. The clock in the garage ticked slowly, its sound buried by the absurdly loud people inside and the echo of the cars’ tires screeching on the hot concrete, reminding you that in a few hours you could retrieve to your room and finally look up her name, maybe while soaking in the bathtub of the fancy hotel the McLaren team had reserved for those flying to Spain with their racers. 

A heavy arm slumped around your shoulders pulled you out of your thoughts and back in the garage, where a rather enthusiastic Namjoon kept yelling to Jungkook over the intercom about the last overtake he just did. You didn’t even need to look up to know whose arm it was, recognising Taehyung’s cologne immediately. You had met him back in college, then life made you part ways before it brought him back in your track. He was one of Jimin’s best friends then, got a place as a member of your PR team almost by luck. Witty, clever with words, sly in a way that made people think twice before opening their mouth in his presence, you just couldn’t let him run away. And so, here he was. “How did the… date go?”

You groaned, throwing your head back in annoyance. “Awful, truly awful. I’ve been with first timer men who knew way more than this dude. Seriously, if I had known about it I wouldn’t have spent so much time getting ready.”

He chuckled, a low sound coming deep from within him. 

Oh, god. You knew that sound far too well for your liking. 

He leaned down, tip of his nose brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered “Wouldn’t have had this problem if you had accepted my suggestion, and you know it.” He pulled back as soon as he came in, raising his other hand to wave at a coworker a couple feet away from you, completely unfazed by the suggestion. 

You sighed, shaking your head softly before slipping your orange headphones on, effectively drowning out any noise other than Jungkook’s heavy breath echoing in his helmet mic and the vroom of sports cars running at 300 km/h.

Back in college, you and Taehyung used to be… friends. Who occasionally fucked. And by occasionally you mean even two times a day hidden in the very back of the library, if you wanted. But still, no more than friends, you didn’t really do “date”. Anyway, the sex was great, the guy used to be fine as hell already back then, and he knew how to make you finish like no other did. Then he moved back to South Korea for his Master’s degree, and when he came back he became your coworker and part of your own team. You couldn’t really sleep with a man who was now “dependent on you”, work wise. It just didn’t feel ethically ok to do so, even though he had made clear more than once that he truly couldn’t care less about it.

“You really think I’d give a fuck about our job positions when I’m buried balls deep inside you? C’mon, Y/N, you know me better than this,” he had begun once, and since then you decided to not bring it up anymore. At least, not until the very end of the season. 

But geez, how you missed having a man who knew what he was doing, especially when work pulled at your every possible string, waiting for you to finally snap.

Of course, no one in the team knew about you two and your past. You weren’t even sure if Jimin knew, and the two boys shared everything with each other. Gossip is quick to spread in the workplace, and you didn’t want anyone to think that Taehyung had access to his position because he had bought it. The guy was genuinely what the team needed. Plus, he had to work even harder than all the others since he was part of both Jungkook’s PR team and Jimin’s one. Thank god Jimin’s PR manager, Jin, grew a great liking of Taehyung soon, and in tandem you both decided to split his workload so that he wouldn’t go into burnout too quickly, too soon. 

Gotta protect the good ones, no?

Anyway, that's how Taehyung ended up being a constant in your day to day life again. Were you complaining? No, but did you wish that the circumstances were different? Absolutely. 

Fuck you, Taehyung, you could have turned down the job offer at least.

Inside the vehicle, Jungkook was breaking out in cold sweat. Just another car before he could proclaim victory. Behind him, Jimin was stuck at a tie point with one of Mercedes racers, the two continuously trying to overtake the other, yet without succeeding. 

If they wanted to win, he was the one who would have to do so. 

Right in front of him, a Red Bull Racing car was just a couple meters away from crossing the finish line.

Not again, not again, he thought, adrenaline kicking high in his body as everything in him screamed for him to just do something. 

“Jungkook!” Namjoon's panicked voice echoed in his helmet, the urgency crystal clear in his voice. “Swerve to the right! Now!” 

Jungkook had no time to think, his hands immediately bending the steering wheel to the right, his car abruptly swerving right as the left tire of the Red Bull car detached itself from the vehicle, rolling on the concrete until it hit the perimeter of the track and then rolled back.

The racer inside the car had no time to react as he was pushed to the side, smashing the pedal to the floor to try and stop his car from killing them both. Loud screeching noises were heard all around, but no matter how hard he tried to brake, his car wouldn’t stop until he finally hit the fences at the side.

Inside Jungkook’s helmet, Yoongi’s voice, one of his engineers, called him back to attention. “He’s fine, just keep going. You’ve got Jimin right behind you, the victory is ours.”

Being part of the McLaren team had its perks, like the continuous paid trips and luxury hotels, but its downs too, like having to watch another human being probably in his early 20s being brutally pushed to the side in a scorching hot car with no power to control its direction, while simultaneously having to celebrate your two drivers making it to the finish line first.

It’s in those bittersweet moments, when everyone else seems to be completely unaffected by the repercussions that other people had to live, that you find yourself asking: are we really doing this? Are we really working for a sport that could end someone’s life in a matter of seconds? Is our team’s victory really that important that we hold no shame in celebration when there’s paramedics all around taking care of another man right in front of everyone’s eyes? 

The garage was full of people screaming, hugging, celebrating Jungkook and Jimin’s victory, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to truly participate in the chaotic celebrations, your eyes fixated on the screen monitor filming the rescue mission of the boy inside the car. You knew him, a barely 20 years old boy with too much determination for his own good. You were sure you would see him again on the track soon, even with a concussion, if needed. You understood him, you knew what it meant to have a passion that kept you going even when the only outcome is heading head-first against a wall at full speed. 

“Here are the champions!” Hobi’s voice resonated inside the garage, and more cheers and whistles and clapping rose in a matter of seconds. Jimin and Jungkook came inside, tired, almost limping, slipping their helmets off with a relieved groan, shaking their heads side to side. Towels were handed to them, and you observed silently as they ran them over their sweaty hair. 

Jimin was almost immediately pulled back by Jin, ready to have him talk to the cameras of god knows what channel. But you stayed back, watching as Jungkook soaked in all the congratulations, the compliments, observed as his ego visibly inflated as honey coated words were fed to him, and he swallowed them whole, one by one.

You sighed, shoulders dropping as you diverted your eyes to the screen again. The car was ruined, its rear part wrecked by the impact, but the boy was taken away, at least. The camera slowly panned to the spot where paramedics had him laying on a hospital stretcher, his team surrounding him to ensure privacy while he had a big cut over his temple cleaned and disinfected, probably getting ready to stitch it back together.

“So? No congratulations for me?”

You didn’t register Jungkook’s teasing voice at first, way too immersed into the scene displayed in front of you. “Hey,” he tried again, morphing his voice into something softer, almost careful. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, gently squeezing you to his body. “He’s gonna be fine. We’ve seen worse, you’ve seen worse.”

A little hum escaped your lips, not too convinced by his words yet. It was true, you had seen worse before, but it still didn’t stop you from thinking, from worrying. Isn’t that what makes a human being different from an animal? The capacity to doubt, to worry, to be stuck in a moment even when the world keeps spinning and life keeps going on. 

“Okay,” you sighed at the end, shrugging your shoulders like you were trying to shake off the icky feeling off your body. You turned around, smiling softly at Jungkook before wrapping him in a hug. “Congratulations, bun”

Jungkook groaned at the nickname, clearly trying to look annoyed, yet failing when he met your smile again. “C’mon, let’s go celebrate,” he announced, grabbing you by your elbow, pulling you in the middle of the chaos, “we’re going to Monaco!”

© voitier 2025

find the introduction post here

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Multi-talented Queen"

How I imagine the lads men react to hearing you sing for the first time.

Zayne

MC: Why are you staring at me?

Zayne: Just trying to figure out when you were going to tell me you could sing

MC: Okay prophet did you figure it out yet?

Zayne: Yes I have

MC: and what's the answer?

Zayne: You never were this is the only point in time when I was going to find out

MC: Im shy about my singing voice why are you mad?

Zayne: Im not upset ... I would just like to hear it more often

MC: Alright I'll sing you to sleep or something

Zayne: I accept your terms

MC: I was kidding hold on

Zayne: Too late I've already agreed to the terms and conditions

MC: What were the terms and conditions?!?!

Rafayel

MC: *Singing as she steps out of the shower*

Rafayel: *Busts open the bathroom door*

MC: WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

Rafayel: Why'd you stop singing?

MC: Because you busted in here like a fed and im butterball naked

Rafayel: Yea ..... nice ... very nice

MC: Focus fishie

Rafayel: Why didn't you tell me you could sing?

MC: you never asked

Rafayel: Do it again

MC: Do I bust in on you while you're naked and demand for you to sing?

Rafayel: I mean id be fine with that

MC: Get out

Rafayel: Sing first

MC: No

Rafayel: Come on please?

MC: You sing

Rafayel: I can't

MC: is your voice that bad?

Rafayel: No I have the vocals of a siren it will kill you

MC: *laughs*

Rafayel: ...

MC: ...

MC: Wait you're serious?

Xavier

Xavier: Are there any other secrets you're hiding?

MC: Are you still on this?

Xavier: You hid it from me

MC: I didn't hide anything I just didn't sing around you

Xavier: You hid it

MC: I get nervous singing in front of people and you still give me butterflies by just looking at me

Xavier: If I close my eyes will that help?

MC: That's not how it works Xavier

Xavier: What if I stand on the balcony with my back to you?

MC: Why do you want me to sing so bad?

Xavier: ....It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard

MC: S-STOP !

Sylus

Sylus: *Holds up his phone and plays a recording* You'd give Princess Fiona a run for her money

MC: MEPHISTO CAN RECORD???

Sylus: How many times do I have to remind you that he is a mechanical crow?

MC: He's a little shit that's what he is....

Sylus: What exactly was your plan?

MC: I was trying to make him explode the same way Fiona did

Sylus: and what came of that?

MC: Leave me alone Sylus

Sylus: How do you have so much animosity towards a crow?

MC: Why does your crow have so much static with me?

Sylus: You should sing more often

MC: No

Sylus: What if I say please?

MC: Still no

Sylus: Shall I beg?

MC: Still no ... well actually ... wait n-no ... I get nervous there's nothing you can say that will change my mind

Sylus: I'll move Mephisto into one of the twins rooms

MC: Send me a list of songs you wanna hear

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Evenfall

Imagine you wake up in Twilight as a random side character. (Part 1)

Nullification!reader Human reader! SideCharacter Bella! Isekai au! Edward Cullen X reader. Eventually Jacob Black x reader. (2 endings.)

Next

Blinking her eyes open, Y/N’s gaze fixed upon the unfamiliar white ceiling. She wrinkled her nose, sitting up on her bed, feeling the cotton sheets beneath her crumple. The room seemed untouched, meaning that Y/N hadn’t been here long.

‘Where….?’ She frowned, ‘Where the hell am I?’ Y/N ran a hand over her face and swung her legs off the bed, feeling the carpeted floor beneath her toes. Huh, interesting rug. Glancing at the suitcase beneath her feet, she gambled that it was full of her personal belongings. This would mean she had most likely just arrived somewhere seeing as the suitcase was haphazardly unzipped, her clothes strewn about.

The plinking of the rain slapping against her glass window was comforting, grounding her from hyperventilating. It was cold and wet, the entire sky was tinted in a greyish blue. She couldn’t tell if it was early morning or evening, but based on the birds chirping, it seemed to be dawn. It also looked like it had snowed the night before. How pleasant. This wasn’t her first time waking up in a different world. However, the knowledge of where she resided was always quite slow to come. It was irritating, to say the least.

Stumbling her way into the bathroom connected to the room, she turned on the faucet and splashed the cool water on her face.

At least all her features were still her own, she noted, staring into her reflection in the mirror. Huh, she looked to be herself when she was in high school? Y/N shook her head and stepped back into her room, looking around somewhat frantically. Which world did she wake up in??

A ringing in her ears began, soft at first, crescendoing into a roar. She always hated this part, the memories, emotions and information, all rushing to cram itself into her mind. Overwhelming as it was, the process was short, swift and very much necessary.

Ah, she was Y/N L/N in this world too. A side character. Just moved in from Australia as a transfer student. Her parents had been friends with Charlie Swan before they moved. She called him ‘Unca’ Charlie when she was young. All her memories from the real world were merging into place.

‘Hey, kid! School starts in half an hour!’ A gruff voice called, flowing into her seem of thoughts.

She had gotten here the night before, she was staying in the room next to his daughter’s, Bella. She was moving in from phoenix apparently and would be arriving not long after Y/N.

Wait

Charlie Swan? Daughter named Bella?

‘Son of a bitch.’ She muttered, ‘Really? Twilight? How am I meant to survive here?’

‘Hey, everything alright?’ The voice was closer now, outside of her door. It was probably Charlie.

‘Yeah, m’fine just have a headache!’ She called through the door, slumping down, head in her hands.

Three raps came from the wood before the door slowly whinged open, revealing a handsome middle aged man.

‘Y/N, do you… is there anything….’ Charlie began, his eyebrows were drawn in concern.

‘I’ll be ok. When did you say Bella was coming back again?’ She sighed out, dropping her hands and looking up at the man helplessly.

‘Tomorrow! Did you wanna just start school with her on Monday?’ He asked with a small smile.

‘It’s okay, I’ll go today so I can at least show her around. After all today is Friday, i'll have the weekend to recover. It’s the least I could do.’ Y/N smiled at him, standing and moving to her suitcase. Charlie was empathetic. Kind. Y/N felt bad for him in this story. Bella wasn’t exactly a good daughter. She hummed, slapping on an appropriate outfit for school. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the drizzly sky before deciding to grab a sweater just in case.

Ah, highschool. What a fucking waste of time.

Charlie had driven her there and offered to take her to the office but Y/N shook her head. She didn't want to inconvenience him anymore than she already had.

‘I’ll be fine Charlie, thank you for the ride, I’ll see you tonight?’ She smiled at him. Charlie had offered for her to borrow the car that he had bought for Bella. Y/N however, did not want to drive to school seeing as she had no idea where said school was, and maps were a hassle.

‘Alright kiddo, give ‘em hell!’ He waved, before shifting gears out of parking and preparing to make his way to work. Y/N waved as he rolled away, allowing her smile to slip when he was well out of sight.

‘Alright Forks, do your worst.’ She rolled her eyes, trudging past the horde of teenagers and into the school building. There were a couple of stares here and there that Y/N fully ignored. She made her way through the pruned shrubbery and a walkway, following the sign that indicated she was going in the right direction.

The office was small, disgustingly warm, and stuffy. It was not so different from the typical office of any other school. The pastel yellow reminded her of hospital walls.

Y/N cleared her throat. Trying to catch the attention from behind the desk of the woman, click-clacking away at a computer.

The red-haired woman looked up, pushing a finger under her glasses. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Y/N L/N," Y/N informed her, watching the light behind the woman's eyes slowly blink on.  Gossips, all of them, Y/N grumbled in her mind. Forks was a small town and she had no doubt that everyone knew that she was an outsider. The girl who left her parents Down Under to come study in America! Hopefully she wasn’t asked any stupid questions.

"Of course," the lady from behind the desk said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. 

"I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter.

‘Thanks very much ma’am. Have a great day.’ Y/N gave her a polite smile before pushing out of the office doors and into the cold, wet outside.

Following the sea of students, she glanced at her schedule and up at the classroom numbers, filtering through the rooms before finding her own.

Slipping into a classroom marked on her schedule, she slinked, silently to the back and sat down.

Ignoring all the people around her until the teacher would inevitably call out her name and bring the gaze of gossip hungry teenagers onto her.

Great.

She slumped into her table and pulled her hoodie up to cover her head. Y/N was heavily hoping that none of the Cullen's were in her class. ANY of her classes. She didn’t need the mind reading emo in her brain or the still flighty, ex-soldier who was struggling with his cravings. Alice would be alright, she seemed to be the nicest sibling in the family besides Emmett.

‘Y/N L/N?’ The teacher called, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. She could feel the scrutiny under his gaze, along with the rest of the class. Y/N could hear the whispers

‘Uh yeah that's me.’ Y/N said, in a whisper. Shrinking back into her seat as she felt eyes burning into her silhouette. Now, she felt almost bad for Bella. She would have it worse, being the chief's daughter and all.

Someone was staring, boring their eyes into her form.

Y/N looked up, shifting her gaze from the floor to her left slightly.

Black eyes glinting. Nay, burning a hole into her own. High cheekbones, reddish brown hair and pale perfect skin.

Shit.

The boy jerked his head back slightly, looking as if he had been hit. He gave a quiet gasp, shaking his head and gripping his desk. Y/N was in the same homeroom as Edward Cullen .

The bell rang, a nasally drone. Y/N stood quickly, grabbing her backpack and rushing to her first class. Stealing a look at her schedule she bumped against the crowd of people in the hallway.

She was lost.

‘In what universe does this map even make sense.’ She snarled quietly, as the hallways began to slowly filter out people, leaving her standing at a locker that she didn't own.

‘Are you lost?’ A soft, melodious voice, from behind Y/N snapped the poor girl to attention.

‘What in the flaming-’ Y/N whipped around, brandishing her schedule like a weapon.

‘Are you lost?’ The question was gentler this time, probing for an answer.

Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at the owner of the voice.

Edward Cullen.

Crap

‘I uh, yes but I’ll find my way thanks, don’t let me keep you from class!’ She sputtered out, backing away from the boy who gazed curiously at her. Y/N didn’t give a chance for the boy to respond, power walking away to a direction of which she was only semi-sure was correct. Seeing as Edward Cullen was meant to be a mind reader, Y/N wasn't too sure about being within a five foot radius of him. What if he killed her because she knew he was a vampire?

Finding her way to her classroom ended up proving difficult as she had walked in the wrong direction. She had managed to end up in English without being too late. Luckily for her, she had already finished reading all the books they would be studying. She knew the content and remembered the gist of all her essays. English would be a breeze.

American History on the other hand, would be a different story. However, she was confident that she would pick it up. After all, it wasn’t like she had to study for the other subjects. She had graduated highschool before. 

Lunch came around and Y/N had followed the rest of her gym class to the cafeteria. Edward was in the same gym class as her but she split off as soon as the coach blew his whistle. She ended up trying to think of anything that wouldn't draw his attention.

‘So, you found your way to class alright.’ Edwards' voice came from behind Y/N. 

‘I did, thank you for asking.’ Y/N stiffened, grabbing onto an apple hard, breaking the skin with her nails. She couldn't just dash away from the lunch line. Could she?

‘Hi! You must be Y/N! I see you've met Edward!!’ A girl from behind Edward hummed. She was shorter, hair in a manic pixie cut and a knowing smile. Behind her was another boy, blonde and just as chiselled as Edward.

‘Come sit with us!’ The girl grinned, as she gestured towards an empty table. The boy next to this new girl seemed to be in pain.

‘She won’t be sitting with us.’ Edward snapped, voice strained.

Y/N frowned and sneered at him.

‘Don’t worry, I wasn’t even thinking of it.'

The girl spun around and walked off to return her tray. Y/N had lost her appetite and her temper. She sent Edward one last withering look before grabbing her apple from the tray and storming off. Y/N didn’t need to be friends with the Cullen's to survive. She could just move away right after high school graduation. 

The rest of the day proved to be less interesting, thank goodness. Y/N flew through the rest of the day, avoiding the Cullen's at all costs. She had briefly made friends with Angela, Y/N remembered she was kind in the books. One of the only good friends Bella had. Jessica also proved to be just as much of a gossip as she was in the book. However she did introduce herself politely.

Y/N deflated slightly. Charlie was still at work. She would have to walk home. Not that walking was an issue, it was more like she didn't actually quite remember where home was…

Crossing the car park, she slipped on her earphones and walked towards the road. Bella would be arriving tomorrow and the timeline would continue. Everything would be the same and she woul-

The screeching of tires on gravel. Burnt rubber. Y/N heard a loud cry from in front of her and glanced up to see a vehicle heading straight towards her.

[streamsofmoon]

vi x f!reader

synopsis: vi wants a new piercing. she wants you to do it.

a/n: please don't pierce yourself unless you know what you're doing. these two are just silly.

"vi, this isn't safe," you say as vi pulls out a needle from one of the bathroom's drawers. you watch as she fiddles with it for a moment, checking it out before grabbing some rubbing alcohol from the cabinet.

"says who?" vi replies, reaching for the plastic bowl she uses to mix dyes. she pours a bit of the alcohol in it before dumping in the needle. you know the bowl is clean, but that still doesn't seem sanitary.

"says me, the untrained piercer," you snark and vi laughs, fishing the needle out and drying it with a hand towel. "y'know, the one who has never pierced anything in her life and is now being asked by her girlfriend to do so."

vi gives the needle a little shake after wiping it, looking you right in the eye. "you worry too much," she tells you and you gape, eyebrows raised as vi goes about removing cotton pads. "you're just passing a needle through my ear, it's not the end of the world." she then smirks. "it's not like i'm asking you to pierce my nipple...unless, that's what you want—"

"shut up," you say, deadpan. "and excuse me for caring about hurting my girlfriend and inevitably giving her an ear infection."

vi chuckles, fond, as she finishes setting up the impromptu piercing station. she then turns to you so she can pull you in, strong arms wrapped firm around your waist. you try to evade her puppy dog eyes, tilting your head this way and that until vi catches you with one hand grasping your chin.

"baby," she says softly. "it's gonna be okay. you know i trust you with my entire self."

"i know," you mumble, avoiding her gaze still. "it's just that...i'd feel bad if you ended up hurt because we decided to do something stupid, and i endorsed it."

vi snorts. "honey, you always endorsed my stupid shit."

"not always," you reply weakly, like you can't even lie to yourself. "i didn't let you jump off the roof into mel's pool last saturday."

"that was after you said it'd be cool if i did a flip while i jumped," vi says, grinning. "then you remembered that i could break many bones and panicked."

"yeah, well," you reply, now smiling. "i never said my methods were smart."

vi hums a laugh, leading you into a gentle sway. "i still want you to pierce my ear," she says after a minute. "but i totally understand if you don't wanna. your comfort comes first, baby."

"i know," you sigh before looking at her, resigned but amused. "let's do it."

vi lights up, beaming. "really? you sure?"

"yeah," you match her bright smile. "it'd be interesting, and hey, if i'm lucky, maybe you'll cry." you tease as vi scoffs playfully.

"i've pierced my own cartilage without a wince, you won't be seeing a tear from me."

"then why am i piercing you?"

"couple activities, babe."

[zorosangell]

Hi!!! First off I wanna say how AMAZING ur writing is like truly WOW. I loveee how you write jealous Zoro, but I neeeedd some jealous, possessive reader. Reader don’t play about Zoro just as much as he don’t play about her. You can also totally add some spice if you want *wink wink*

⛥ﾟ・。 stall

synopsis: after you catch a girl trying to spike zoro's drink, all hell breaks loose... hell being you.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, a whole lot of profanity, reader's crashout is incredibly valid, reader is a BADDIE, nami is a down ass bitch, girl talk, zoro looooves his girl.

a/n: i'd be this crazy too if I had zoro as a bf

"Look at her! All giggly and shit... he's never said anything that funny his whole life," you huffed, brows furrowed and lip jutted in a pout as you watched from the window of the bathroom door.

"She is kinda hammin' it up," Nami agreed, peaking along with you. "But that doesn't explain why you dragged me out here."

"'Cause I needed someone to spy with. And I didn't wanna look crazy doing it at a table."

"Hon', you look crazy now!"

"Hey!"

With a harsh sigh, you came off your tippy-toes, your heels making a soft clack against the bathroom tile as you turned to your red-headed friend.

"I do not!"

"(y/n), you are in your best dressed while stalking your boyfriend from the grimy bathroom of a dive bar," she deadpanned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I love you... but this is insane."

Slowly, you deflated, shoulders slightly sinking at the facts presented for you.

It did look kind of crazy.

'A warranted kind of crazy...'

The girl out there with the annoyingly silky hair and infuriatingly beautiful dress had been practically throwing herself at Zoro since the moment she saw him.

And it had only been a week since you and the crew arrived at Asaashi.

The Sunny was in need of repairs, so the crew docked at a nearby port island in order to give Franky enough space and time to fix her up.

And guess who happened to be the harbormaster?

Every day, without fail, she had managed to tail your swordsman, following him and showering him with praise whenever she could.

You hadn't had not two seconds alone with him before she came barging in with some excuse like a pirate crew she needed help collecting from or boats she needed help destroying.

You knew Zoro had never—and would never—entertain her advances, but being his girlfriend, you couldn't help but feel some type of way.

"She knows exactly who I am, and she knows exactly what she's doing," you stated, firmly, pointing at the window. "I can't just sit around and do nothing, Nami."

"Well, hanging out in the bathroom surely isn't helping."

With a sigh, she stepped closer, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"You've got more history with that idiot than that girl could ever know. And if you actually think she has a shot with him, then maybe you aren't as smart as I thought you were..."

"Hey!"

Amused, Nami let out a small snicker, before focusing on the task at hand.

"You're his girlfriend. And you've got every right to walk out there and plop yourself down on his lap. Kiss him! Shove your tongue down his throat! Lay your claim, girl! Men do it all the time."

Surprised, your nose scrunched.

"Really?"

"You think Zoro starts getting hot and heavy with you whenever Sanji's around just for fun?"

She paused a moment, thinking about her statement.

"Well... yes, for fun, but it's also a power-play."

Shaking her head, she returned to her point.

"So be bold! Take charge! Show that bitch who's boss!"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

With new determination, you turned on your heel, throwing the bathroom door wide open and storming out.

Only to immediately rush back in.

"She's coming! Hide!"

"(y/n)!"

Quickly, you snatched up Nami's wrist, dragging her into a stall and shutting the door just in time for the woman and her friend to walk in.

"Oh, my god, Siva, the guy you're talking to is so hot," the friend commended, audibly plopping her bag down on one of the sinks. "Where did you find him?"

"At work," she smirked, going straight for the mirrors to check her makeup. "His crew's been docked here for about a week. We've been getting to know each other better."

"I'm surprised a man like him isn't snatched up already," the friend remarked, slowly gliding the bright red lipstick across her lips.

"Oh, he is," Siva grinned, her lips curling in an almost witch-like expression. "But she's practically out the picture already."

At that, anger began to bubble in your stomach, your brows furrowing at the statement.

'Oh, she fuckin' didn't.'

Just as you were about to open the door, Nami looped her arms under your armpits, frantically holding you back.

"Clearly not enough. He hasn't touched you all night," the friend reminded, beginning to touch up her eye shadow.

"All week," Siva corrected, annoyed, as she grabbed something out her dress pocket. "But this little baby's gonna change all that."

You and the navigator paused your struggle for a moment, brows quirking as you both peeked in the crack of the stall to see what she was holding.

It was a small bottle.

"Few drops of this in his sake and he'll be up for anything."

"Few drops? He'll need ten bottles just to get a buzz," the friend scrunched her nose.

"Nuh-uh. Whole bottle's enough to kill a dragon."

You were clenching your fists so hard, your knuckles were turning white.

"What about the girlfriend?" the friend asked, amused.

"What about her? She'll be old like last week's shoe sale. Tossed out and left with the trash."

"Girl, you are bad..."

"It's good to be."

"Y'know what's gonna be really good?!"

Without hesitation, you kicked open the stall door, the resounding boom scaring the shit out of them

"When I kick your fucking ass!"

Seamlessly, you kicked off your heels before launching forward, grabbing Siva by her silky hair and letting off a rapid-fire round of punches, her poor balance easily taking you both to the ground.

"My extensions!" Siva shrieked as you tossed a clump of fake hair, attempting to lift her arms in order to shield her face.

"Siva!" the friend gasped, quickly moving to assist. "Don't worry! I'll get her!"

"Get who?" Nami scoffed, hopping on one foot as she attempted to take off her heels and take out her earrings. "You're not jumping my girl, bitch!"

Stalling for time, Nami stepped on the girl's toes with the point of her heel before finally managing to get it off, promptly snatching her up before she could grab you.

"Get the fuck off me, you fucking cunt!" Siva spat as you continued to throttle her head.

"Shut the fuck up!" you barked, tossing her into a tiled wall.

"Oh, that is fucking it!" she growled, brows furrowed and newly invigorated.

"C'mon, bitch! I'm right here!"

With a roar of anger, she charged you, slamming you both against another wall before you flipped her over and tackled her out the bathroom, taking the door completely off its hinges.

"Keep fuckin' trying me, hoe! I'm not scared of you!" you spat, the two of you right back where you started as you grabbed her hair once again, slamming her head against the hard wood of the door—Nami still being in a fist fight with the friend in the bathroom.

"Ohhhh, shit! Cat fight!" a random patron exclaimed, calling the attention of the entire bar.

Everyone cheered, letting out shouts of oohs and aahs as you whooped the woman's ass, the sight honestly a marvel as you did so effortlessly, without devil fruit powers nor freakish strength to back you up.

Just will and a whole lot of grit.

Though, it wasn't long before a certain pair of strong arms grabbed you, pulling you away from the woman as you frantically thrashed around like an angry cat.

None other than your boyfriend.

"No, Zoro! M'not done beatin' her ass!" you whined, attempting to wiggle out of his tight grip.

"Yes, you are," he shut down, instantly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're leaving."

"Nami-swan, please! A goddess like yourself shouldn't dirty your hands with things like this!" Sanji pleaded, attempting to pry your red-headed friend off the other girl.

"Fuck that! This bitch tried to pull my hair out!"

"Yeah! Run away, bitch!" Siva taunted, sitting up from the ground with a painful wince.

"Run away?!" you scoffed, eyes wide. "Oh, hell nah! Zoro, let me go!"

"No," he denied, tossing you over his shoulder before starting toward the door. "Let's go, cook! Hurry the hell up!"

"Give me a damn second! She's got a death hold on her!" Sanji grunted, finally managing to loosen Nami's grip on the friend's neck before pulling her off.

"My fucking teeth!" Siva screeched, cupping at least five in her palm with horror.

"Thank my man, bitch! He's the only reason you're still breathing!" you barked, grabbing a nearby man's drink and tossing it at her. "Have fun suckin' sailor dick, toothless!"

"Fuck you!"

"Eat my ass!" you pulled down your eyelid, sticking out your tongue as you waved around a humongous chunk of hair. "Bald-headed bitch!"

The following shriek was high enough to shatter glass, but it sounded like music to your ears as you laughed, tossing her extensions on the ground as Zoro finally exited the bar.

With a sigh, he started in the direction of the Sunny—per Sanji's instructions—glancing back at you with a raised brow.

"You wanna tell me what all that was back there?" he asked.

Slowly coming down from your high, your shoulders slightly sank, arms crossing over your chest.

"She won't be coming around you anymore," you huffed, firm and final.

At that, Zoro finally realized what this was all about, forcing a small smirk to curl on his lips.

Letting out a chuckle, he pressed a soft kiss against your thigh, his large palm giving your ass a quick squeeze.

"Crazy woman..."

[littlelovelunette]

Can you do one with g!p Ambessa, where she is in a forced marriage with reader and she is adamant on getting a heir to the throne as soon as possible , sooooo as an obvious result reader gets pregnant… :))and at the end they fell in love??<33

Deleterious Desire

Contains smut, g!p Ambessa, virgin!reader, forced marriage, mentions of forceful pregnancy, breeding

"I am not gonna be an incubator for you," your arms came to cross over your chest over the sheer robe that barely covered your body.

"You know well why this marriage was arranged in the first place," Ambessa cracked her knuckles, and stretched her neck to the sides, "It was so that I'd be able to put an heir on the throne."

"I don't care, I'm not doing this," you threw your hands up in an exasperated manner, "I'm not being your baby mama!"

You stormed off leaving Ambessa staring after you with her golden eyes full of conflict, her fists clenching and unclenching.

What was she supposed to do now?

"My apologies if I sounded too forceful," she whispered in your ear, bit hands holding your waist, the pads of her thumb gently rubbing the wet skin.

Ambessa walked after you to the shower room where you had gone, slowly opened the glass door to reveal your naked frame in the fancy bathroom. Ambessa, a woman who'd seen so many naked women before, didn't know why seeing you that way affected the colour of her cheeks. Slowly, she walked upto you, letting her own robe onto the hanger so she could join you under the steady stream of water.

"It's fine," you sighed before tilting your head to look at her, gauging her expression, "It's fine," you repeated, "I guess, the whole forceful arrangement is a lot on the both of us."

"Eitherway I should've been more understanding," Ambessa mumbled and you sighed softly again before stepping a bit away from her so you could look at her.

You glanced at her cock, "I-I-"

"Like what you see?" Ambessa smirked seeing the way you flushed red seeing her, atleast 8 inch, cock.

"I just forgot what I was about to say," you looked away, huffing before trying to busy yourself to fix the temperature of the water, "I don't know how you thought you'd be able to make something like that fit in me."

"Wanna give it a try?" Ambessa rested one hand on the wall of the shower making your eyes gaze over her muscular figure again.

"I'm unsure..." You mumbled, nervously looking at the marble tiles of the bathroom floor, "But I guess, it's not a bad idea. Since we're already so far with the marriage and all."

And just like that you were there on the bed with your legs spread, naked on the red silken sheets, "C'mon, a bit wider," Ambessa said, her voice a soft coo.

You complied, watching as Ambessa's thick cock headed pushed against your folds, "Please, be gentle," you said out, more desperate than ever before.

"Want me to go gentle with you?" Ambessa asked, placing her hands on each side of your body around your hips, slowly leaning closer causing the tip of her shaft to slip inside.

"Yes, please," your voice was a mere whisper, hands extending to wrap around Ambessa's torso.

Ambessa's strong arms came to pull you up against her chest, thick cock penetrating you slowly. Your face scrunched up in pain, toes curling as your whole body tensed due to the intrusion. But you didn't ask her to stop.

Ambessa whispered, "Breathe," as her hands ran over your back soothingly, thick cock slowly pushing deeper in your warm tight hole.

"Oh, my gosh..." your fingers dug into her shoulders, "Fuck, please, just hold there," you managed to say as you tried to relax your body.

"You're a virgin," Ambessa more of stated than asked, hands around you clutching you against her more protectively than before.

"I am," you mumbled before adding, "I was."

You gasped when Ambessa pushed in all of her cock inside, "T-too much!" You cried out feeling the sharp sting shoot up in your body.

"Should've told me that at the start," Ambessa said as she held you closer if possible, starting to thrust in a steady slow pace making you gasp and whimper in pain.

"Oh, it hurts," you mumbled, fingers digging into Ambessa's skin, leaving nail marks all over her skin.

"Want me to stop, little one?" Ambessa asked but then her breath hitched and eyes shut tight feeling your warm pussy clenching around her shaft.

You shook your head, "No, keep going," you buried your face in Ambessa's neck feeling her pace get faster. Your cunt tightened around her length further, wet squelching sounds filling the room alongside the iron-like smell of blood from your broken hymen.

Ambessa cursed under her breath, "Fuck, love, you're so tight," her dick twitched in you and before you knew it hot semen was filling your cunt up.

You grinned a little, sweat covering your forehead. You let go of Ambessa, back hitting the mattress as you let out a small sigh. "I'm all filled up."

"Mhm," Ambessa smirked down at your body, slowly pulling out of you, rubbing your lower abdomen.

A few days passed since the wedding night, you'd been feeling sick. Morning sickness— dreadful as it was you had to get a pregnancy test while Ambessa was away for a long week for an important campaign.

With a sigh, you put the positive pregnancy test on the counter, "Fuck," you cursed under your breath.

You sat down at the edge of the bed in the private quarters, waiting for Ambessa to return home. You had been so stressed you had no idea when you'd fallen asleep.

You woke up when you heard Ambessa's footsteps, "When were you planning on telling me this?" Ambessa held up the pregnancy stick.

"... You might wanna wash your hands—"

Ambessa gave you a look.

"You know I peed on it—"

"This is serious."

"Just shut up, and kiss me,"

You giggled when Ambessa picked up off the bed and kissed you, devouring the taste of your lips on hers. Tongue swiping past your bottom lip, lingering to seek entrance silently. Perhaps, it was an arrangement. Hell, even a forceful marriage. Things might've started off on a rocky path but now that things were going a bit more according to the script, you were sure things would be okay.

[sturnsdoll]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s (part 2)

part one here summary: your boyfriend matt deals with you after finding his brother fingering you in the restaurant bathroom.

warnings: unprotected sex, cheating, slight choking, shower sex, use of baby and sweetheart. "pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking.

the car ride home was filled with you trying to explain to your boyfriend how you'd ended up with his brother fingering you in the bathroom. although matt had set it all up, he obviously still didn't enjoy the thought of it.

he'd said nothing really for most of the drive back to your house, just telling you he didn't really wanna hear it. it felt like hours but after what was probably the most confusing and frustrating drive of your life, the two of you were finally at your house.

still in the midst of his mix of emotions, matt opened the passenger side door for you to get out. you couldn't really gauge his emotions towards you at all right now, it had you fumbling your keys like an idiot when trying to unlock the front door.

with an irritated sigh, matt ended up taking them from you and doing it himself. instantly after his shoes were taken off and stomped of the snow on the bottoms of them, he headed up to your room without another word.

you hurried to get your outside attire off and get upstairs. he had to talk at some point right? did you ruin the relatiosnship? why'd he set you up like that?

the minute you entered your room you opened your mouth to apologize to matt but he instantly spoke over you "wanna take a shower with me sweetheart?" his voice was off puttingly soft, followed by a tilt of his head as he looked you over.

you felt incaptivated by the christmas lights in the corner of your room shining off his eyes as he gave you a sweet puppy-like look. you took longer than usual to respond, feeling dumbfounded. of course you were just happy he still wanted to do something so sweet and intimate with you, he must not be that mad right?

with a hesitant nod you headed off to the bathroom with your boyfriend. shutting the door, you both stripped yourselves of your clothes and matt began running the water. you were the first one to get inside the shower, the glass of the door already fogged up.

he slipped inside the shower now too, your body's lightly grazing at the closeness of the enclosed space. the water streaming down your hair and back was warm but nothing compared to the warmth you felt when matt's hand came to your side, gently guiding you to turn around, facing away from him.

matt's arms slip around your waist slowly from behind, his mouth finding your neck, softly kissing beneath your ear. instantly relaxation and content filled you, feeling relieved at the sweet gestures, again assuming this means he can't be too angry. however it was short lived as soon as he opened his mouth. "were his hands better than mine?" matt's voice is soft and low in your ear. one of his hands slide up over your stomach slowly as he speaks.

your stomach drops a little as you realize he clearly hadn't brought you in here to just wash off. the water, his touch and the reminder of chris being knuckles deep in you earlier were all overwhelming. you lick your lips, shaking your head no in response to his question.

"no? why then?" his question confuses you. your eyebrows knit together as you respond "why what?". one of his hands slip down towards your pussy, dancing just above it tauntingly. his other hand continues up your stomach, skipping over your chest. "why'd you let him touch you?" he specifies.

you let out a frustrated sigh. how can you possibly answer that in any other way then the fact that you were beyond sexually in need earlier, matt had been torturing you all night and his brother "just happened" to come in when she was needier than she's ever been.

at your moment of hesitation, matt's slender fingers wrap around your throat, giving a light squeeze to urge an answer. contrary to the rough action, his head dips down and his lips press light kisses to your shoulder. you're about to respond anxious and unsure before you remember, he's the one who set it up. he let chris come in and touch you, so is it really all your fault? "i dunno, why'd you let him touch me?" there's a bit of irratation in your tone.

despite his attempt to stay angry, matt knows your right. you feel his lips spread into a small smile against your shoulder right before his teeth capture the skin there, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. he hears you gasp, making him smirk a little as he takes his mouth off of you and brings it to your ear, placing another kiss beneath it before responding "santas not coming for a cheater" he teases playfully.

"no? well are you cumming for a cheater?..." following your snarky response, your hand slips behind you to find matt's already semi-hard dick. but you can barely graze it before his hand comes off your throat, grabbing your wrist and pinning it behind your back with a bit of force.

you wanna complain but before you can fully form what to say in your head, his middle finger slides through your folds, collecting wetness from both from the water streaming down your bodies and your own arousal. your hips are already squirming for more when his finger slides through your folds again, just barely grazing over your clit each time.

"matt.." your voice is pleading and matt adores it, but he gives no response beside beginning to suck on the skin beneath your ear. you gasp as the slight pain, his teeth sure to leave a mark behind. his finger is still just teasing along your folds, only giving enough pleasure to drive you insane.

with another annoyed sigh you try again "matt-" you're interupted by his hand releasing your wrist, only to slip around your waist again and tug you back against him. your back flush with his chest. "be nice and stop whining. i shouldn't even be touching you after you let my brother do it for me." he reminds you, but still your boyfriend wants to see you feel good. so before you can respond, his middle finger finds your clit, starting with slow and soft circles that make you bring your hand up to grab the arm that's around your waist, feeling like after the night you've had, you could probably crumble from just his voice alone, let alone his touch.

"gotta give y' somethin' he can't now" matt murmurs as he kisses at your cheek, dissapointingly sliding his hand down to your thigh, leaving your clit aching for more his attention back. you aren't dissapointed for long when matt urges your legs apart. luckily his other arm around your waist prevents you from slipping on the water beneath your feet.

you can feel his erection nudging at your thigh now. matt takes his hand off your thigh now and takes his length into his hands, his long fingers that you so desperately wish were in you begin to stroke himself gently. "y' gonna ask me nicely?" matt teases as he tauntingly slides his tip through your folds. just the slight nudge of him along your wet hole and clit have you letting out a shaky breath, trying to collect yourself, wishing you could. there isn't a second thought in your head as your hips gently push at the feeling, wishing you could just get him inside of you. though you'd be lying if you said his teasing wasn't frustratingly hot. finally speaking up "please?" your tone is ingenuine, like you just inpatiently want him to get it on with.

matt lets out an amused scoff at your half assed attempt to move things along. "chris make y' forget how to behave?" he asks as he shakes his head. his hand comes beneath your chin, using one finger to tilt your head back onto his shoulder so that you're looking up at him. just when you think he wants you to beg for him again, lips parting to speak, two of his fingers come to your lips, pressing at your mouth for entry "suck." he tells you firmly.

he has this look in his eyes as he looks down at you that can't be described in any other way than dissapointed. you instantly wanna change it, to please your boyfriend. obediently your lips wrap around his fingers. your head tilts further back onto his shoulder, your wet hair pressing against his skin as you eye him pleadingly.

as matt watches you he has to fight off a grin at how willing you seem to please him. he shoved his fingers further back on your tongue, your mouth filled with his two digits as he holds eye contact with you. too occupied by his intense gaze, you don't notice his hips moving until very abruptly his length is pushing inside of you, stretching you out. he slides himself slowly in all the way without stopping, but watching your features still as to make sure not to hurt you in any way.

your hand grips harder at the arm he has around your waist as you gasp around his fingers, eyes fluttering back a little at the sudden fullness. your usually sweet boyfriend taunts you "you know you don't deserve this right?" he says, shaking his head as he presses his fingers further back towards your throat.

your eyes brim with tears the closer his digits come to your throat, whining out a small "mhm" around them in response. matt gives you a very brief look of adoration, a small smile that lets you know his treatment is only because he knows both you and him much prefer this side of him. he needs you to be aware that despite his anger, he's mostly just playing with you.

his hips begin slowly rocking forwards, his tip fucking right up into every spot inside you it needs to. you can't believe how deep he reaches. matt's jaw falls open just a little, the softest whine leaving his lips.

both from the sound of his pretty noise as well as him being inches deep, you lowly whine around his fingers back at him, nails digging into his arm tighter now as your face scrunches up in pleasure. "that feel good?" matt asks with an amused smile as his fingers finally slip from your mouth. you're nearly drooling from having him repetitively and so slowly fill you up. "uh- huh.." you're voice is whinier than you'd like it to have been. matt clearly enjoys it, his eyes admirably flicking over your face.

matt gently interlocks his fingers with yours before your suddenly pushed forwards. both his hands slide to your wrists, pinning you to lean against the glass wall of the shower so your hips are pushed back a little better for him to fuck you.

"maybe that's why you let him touch you." matt mumbles, half talking to himself as he starts fucking into you harder now, picking up just a little speed to his pace. "cause you're so desperate? take whatever y' can get huh sweetheart?" matt's voice is painfully sweet compared to his mean words.

you whine and moan, wrists flexing in slight discomfort under his grip as you let out a breathy "no..". although he can't see your expression to gauge your pleasure, he most definetly feels it in how you're squeezing him so fucking tight.

a soft noise slips his throat again, his hips picking up the pace even more. making sure you're still comfortable, matt's thumbs slowly stroke over your wrists whilst continuing to pin them to the glass of the shower. "no? i'm sure that's not the story chris would tell me." matt sounds a little out of breath as he's also pretty lost in his own pleasure now. the way your voice gets all pitchy as you squeeze around him only feeds his need to make you both cum.

"gonna apologize t' me?" his voice barely registers in your head as his tip repeatedly abuses your cervix. "or are you fucked too dumb to respond?" his hands squeeze your wrists warningly, a bite to his tone. you finally realize he's asked you something but have no clue what. your eyes shut as you try to focus on anything besides how deep he's fucking into you "huh?" the shake to your voice makes him grin a little. "i want an apology for letting my- mmph" his voice is strained, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass is filling the room, along with water streaming "-for letting chris put his fucking hands on you" matt clarifies demandingly, not really asking.

"'m sorry.." it's all you can really think to say. his dick has your mind a haze. unsurprisingly, it isn't good enough. matt switches how he holds you, he grabs your wrists and pulls them behind your back in one hand as he tugs you up so your back is flush with his chest again, his mouth at your ear. "are you?" he questions as he lifts one of your legs up a little by your thigh so that he can get a better angle inside of your leaking pussy.

your face tilts to the side so you meet his face, your lips are brushing against one anothers "i- uh god- i am baby" your voice is shaky, interupted with small cries of pleasure. matt watches your gaze as you can barely keep it on him, completly in a daze.

"you can do better c'mon." as he urges you on, his breathing becomes more strained. he begins fucking into you slower but harder again. it's a little uneven in pace, he's close. you find it a struggle to compile words into a coherent sentance for him right now "i'm.. i'm sorry for letting chris touch me. i'm really.. fuck.." as you speak, matt can't help but be in awe of how much your struggling with talking to him. he always feels so proud when he can get you to this point, dumb off of him. "i know pretty girl, i know" his grip on you is tightened as his fore head rests down onto your shoulder.

his hips still for a second as you hear matt curse out your name. his warm liquid is being fucked into you before you even know what's happened. the feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to have your thighs begin to tremble, back arching into him in need to finish as well.

matt opts to let go of your leg and bring his hand around to the front of you to toy with your clit instead. "did chris let you cum earlier sweetheart?" matt questions as his thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves again and again and again. your hips squirm at the sensitivity, unable to respond as you shake your head no in response. "aw my poor girl." he teases you, his words and touch making a strangled moan come from your lips. he's satisfied with your reaction, his hips still gently fucking into you, very slowly softening as he rides his high out.

his lips land on your ear, voice soft, "y' wanna cum?". you instantly whine out an approving whine at the idea. matt pulls you back by your wrists roughly "i need an answer" matt demands harshly and you desperately nod "yes. yes please matt"

"then go ahead" his thumb instantly speeds up and it's all you need for your body to be pushed over the edge, almost..

really, it was your mind suddenly filling with images you knew shouldn't be there. that's what really sent you over the edge.

memories of earlier, chris's pretty fingers touching you how matt is, and fucking into you as he cradled your head against his chest in such a sweet way. the way he'd left you so needy. the stress of matt's anger towards you had blocked him out of your mind until right now, you almost wish that you could've known what it was like to have chris hold you how he wants you as he uses you, touches you.. uses you how matt does.

shit, right. your boyfriend matt.

you swear you see white as something else white begins dripping down your thighs, you barely process your body shaking, thighs clenching, breathing shaky and uneven as you come down from one of the best orgasms you've had in a long time.

you quickly push away your thoughts, you tell yourself that it's your boyfriend's touch that had made you cum so hard.

matt pulls everything completely off of you before turning you around to face him and placing a long kiss to your lips. "i love you" matt says sweetly as he reaches over to grab the soap, ready for the two of you to actually shower now.

"i love you too." and you mean it you do.. but guilt fills you as somehow find yourself feeling unsatisfied. not because matt didn't do incredible. he always does. but instead, you're unsatisfied because you have this itch now, an itch to know what chris is like beyond just quickly having tried to get you off in the bathroom. you wanna know how he'd treat you in comparison to matt, if he's soft or rough, maybe a little of both. he'd already been so good with his words earlier, fuck. the things he'd probably say to her as he fucked his brothers girlfriend..

it's an itch you'd never scratch of course.

...

or at least you'd like to think you wouldn't.

merry christmas eve/happy holidays !

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