#I do have a thought in my head where they fuck after Max starts begging for it. “Danyul..”

[onboardsorasora]

Been playing Bitch Better Have My Money on repeat and kept thinking about Daniel kidnapping Max who is married to Christian, the Bitch in this case.

And at first Max was scared because he's tied up in his sleep clothes in the back of a sports car, thats also really uncomfortable because sports cars don't have that much space. He's disoriented and worried.

Daniel takes them to this mansion and carries Max bodily inside, sets him up in a guest room but doesn't untie him. Max watches from slumped in the bed while Daniel gives him towels and a change of clothes. He sees a gun hiding under the brightly patterned gucci party shirt Daniel's wearing, so he doesn't try anything.

Daniel calls the Christian and has a teasing conversation, asking questions and grinning the whole time. Christian is still blustering and finding excuses so Daniel tells him to stop fucking around and pay him what he's owed.

"Or else what?" Christian is sneering now.

"Max is pretty cute with handcuffs on, do you guys try bondage at all? you should. His tits would look amazing in leather." Daniel is staring right into Max's eyes as he says it, grinning big. Max's eyes widen and he's trying to yell behind the duct tape on his lips. Christian starts yelling over the phone and Daniel hangs up.

He saunters over to Max who is glaring at him now and tilts his chin up and kisses the red heart shaped lips he’d drawn on the duct tape he’d placed on Max’s lips.

“Don’t worry your pretty head. As long as Christian pays up, you’ll be out of my hair in no time. Just think of it as a little vacation. I’m going to uncuff you now, are you gonna be a good boy? Or should I leave you like this and stare at you like a perv? I’m good with either option.” Daniel shrugged and waggled his eyebrows. He did not miss that Max’s eyelashes fluttered when he called him a good boy. The glare that came afterwards was halfhearted at best.

Daniel untied him and left him alone.

They stayed at the mansion for a day before Daniel manhandled Max back into the car. Max is again surprised because he’s stronger than he looks. And hot. And funny.

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[tpwk-formula1]

Hey lovely 🩶

Can I please have Lando Norris with a thick crust, red sauce, cilantro, spinach and roasted mushrooms, and some Sprite and sweet tea. And some dessert too. Thank youuuuu!!!

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex cilantro "Stop crying and fucking take it" spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” sweet tea dumbification sprite size kink dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Sugar Baby! reader

TW rough sex, creampie, fingering, pussy eating, crying, multiple orgasms, subspace

WC 1100+

Y/N POV

"Lando, I'm ready to leave," I say with a bright smile across my face after doing some damage on the card Lando gave me.

"Thank god, thought I was gonna have to sell a car if we stayed another minute," Lando joked making my face heat slightly.

"I'm sorry," I reply softly making Lando scoff and pull me into his chest for a quick hug before pulling away and leading us to the exit to head back to his place.

"Nothing to be sorry about. I told you to max that card out. You've been a terrible sugar baby lately. Taking my cock like you were made for it while letting that damn black card collect dust. We have a deal," Lando says once we got into the car and had some privacy.

"It makes me feel like a prostitute when I spend your money because you're fucking me," I tell Lando making his laugh slightly.

"Probably the prettiest prositute I've ever scene," Lando jokes back making me hit his chest and mumble "probably"

When we pull into Lando's apartment parking garage I climb out of the car and grab a few of the bags from the back seat before Lando grabs the rest and leads us up to his apartment.

Once we got into the apartment I put my bags near the front door so I remembered to bring them home when I left later tonight or tomorrow morning.

Lando pulled me along like an impatient child into his room where he pulled me towards him and started kissing me.

"Fuck Lan," I moan when Lando found the sweet spot on my neck, he placed a few wet kisses on it before he sinks his teeth into my neck and sucks making sure to leave a mark I would have to cover up for the next several days.

"Make sure you remember who you belong to when I'm gone this weekend," Lando says while pulling my little summer dress off my body leaving me in just a skimpy thong since I hadn't put a bra on this morning.

When I was standing bare in front of Lando he pinches my nipples making my body jerk slightly and whimpering loudly when he twists my nipple.

"Such a responsive little thing," Lando mocks with a smirk before helping me step out of my panties where he pushes me onto the bed

Lando pulls his shirt off leaving him in his black jeans before climbing on top of me and starts placing soft kisses on my sensitive nipples before biting down on one of them making me whimper loudly.

Once Lando finally made it to my pussy he runs a few fingers through my folds with a smirk before shoving his soaked fingers into my mouth making me lick them clean of my own slick.

"Fuck Lan," I gasp when he shoves them back in and starts teasing my sensitive G-spot.

"Such a good little thing for me," Lando mumbles just before he leans down and pulls my clit into his mouth and sucking it into his moan.

"Oh fuck," I moan loudly while thrashing my hips slightly from the intense pleasure.

"Stop moving," Lando said slapping my thigh a few times making me whimper at the sting.

When Lando pulls my clit back into his mouth I can feel my orgasm starting to build again, making Lando speed up his actions bringing me right to the edge before pulling away to just watch me whine and beg.

"Please," I beg out through a loud whine. Lando just laughs in a mocking tone before roughly rubbing my clit for a few seconds just to watch me scream at the rough pleasure.

"Please, more," I start begging through pleasured tears needing more. Lando finally climbs off the bed and pulls his pants off where he climbs back into the bed and roughly shoves his cock deep into my pussy making me whine out when he doesn't give me any time to adjust to the intrusion.

"Lan," I cry out when he starts roughly thrusting.

"Stop crying and fucking take it," Lando says while speeding up his thrusts enjoying the way I was crying for me.

Lando could tell I was close to losing myself in the pleasure which has his bringing his hand down to my clit where he roughly starts rubbing it knowing I would start cumming soon.

"Go on, cum, I know you don't know how to use your words right now," Lando says instantly throwing me into a thrashing orgasm where I try to get away from the intense pleasure but Lando keeps fucking into me making my brain go numb only being able to think about the pleasure coursing through my body.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," Lando teases while moving his hand away from my clit letting me focus solely on the way he was thrusting against my sensitive G-spot.

"Lan," I moan out making Lando smirk.

"Awe, she speaks," Lando mocks making me scream when he starts thrusting harder and hotting my cervix each time he pushes all the way in.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," Lando says making me open my eyes and look down to see the bulge in my tummy each time Lando pushed all the way in.

"Ruined you for anyone else," Lando says with a small smirk on his face before pushing down on the bulge making me scream out when it adds more to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Cum," I mumble out softly not being able to think fully.

"Go on," Lando tells me making instantly start cumming all over his cock.

"Fuck I love the way your pussy squeezes me when you cum," Lando groans, just before he starts cumming deep in my pussy making me whine eat time a rope of cum hit the walls of my pussy.

"Fuck," Lando groans roughly still spilling his seed into me before softly slipping out and letting a few ropes of cum paint my tummy a little.

I was far too lost in my own pleasure I didn't even realize Lando had climbed out of bed and cleaned me up until he was climbing back into bed and pulling me into his chest and stroking my hair.

"Come back to me sweet girl," Lando says softly while placing soft kisses around my face.

"Mhm," I mumble against Lando's chest burying my face farther into his neck.

"Come on love," Lando says while pushing my chin up so he can look into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Lando asks softly when he realizes I am starting to come back to earth.

"Yes," I whisper back to Lando before leaning up and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

"Look so pretty all blissed out," Lando tells me softly making me smile.

I cuddle more into Lando's chest allowing sleep to take over my body.

[vivwritesfics]

Better Than He Ever Was - MV1

This gif makes me feral - I am on my KNEES

Y/N is pregnant and Max is sweating

Related works: Mini Me Prodigy

When Y/N Verstappen found out she was pregnant with Fabian, Max was terrified. He was utterly, utterly terrified.

He played it well, cheering and happy smiles when Y/N showed him the pregnancy test. To everybody on the outside, he was the overjoyed father to be, talking about Y/N and their baby on the way any chance he got.

There were very few people who saw beneath the facade Max was putting on. The first was Christian Horner, who himself was like a father to Max. The next was Charles Leclerc, who was way too excited at rhe prospect of being an uncle that he forgot he wouldn't actually be related to the baby.

Both said the same thing: that Max should talk to Y/N about it.

But where was he to begin? How did he tell her, after seeing how happy she was, that he wasn't ready to have a baby.

When she started showing? Oh boy.

It was never something Y/N wanted to keep hidden. As soon as she had all the tests she had taken come back positive, she posted something to all of her social media's. Max did, too, playing his part well.

Y/N didn't wear baggy clothes to hide her bump; she showed it off with pride. At every single grand prix she'd be standing beside her husband, hand over her stomach and the press took pictures of them.

Most husbands, when their wife's baby bump began showing, would be over the moon. But when Y/N started showing, it just made Max more fearful.

Y/Ns very first proper indication of the was when they were discussing baby names.

Any moment she got, Y/N was writing down potential names. She had at least twenty of each.

"How do you like Felix?" Y/N asked him as they watched a movie together. Max had been sim racing all day; this was the first proper moment she'd had to spend with him. "Or Daniel?"

"Daniel can be the middle name if it's a boy," Max said as he fed her a Malteaser.

Y/N moved over to her list of girls names. "If it's a girl, I liked Mila. Thought Mila Verstappen had a really nice ring to it."

Max just hummed.

It was two weeks after that Y/N finally sat him down.

"What's going on with you?" She asked, her hand resting on her bump. That morning her snack of choice had been stroopwafels, and she'd accidentally finished the entire box (but who could blame her? They're addictive).

"What do you mean?" Asked Max as he lifted the box to see what he was inside. Nothing, empty. He made a mental note to buy more.

A terrible, horrible feeling settled in Y/Ns stomach. "Please, Maxie," she placed her hand over his, rubbing her thumb over his wrist. "Tell me what's going on. I'm begging you!"

Max let out a huff. He hated himself. "I love you," he said, which definitely wasn't concerning. "I love you so much and I know how excited you are to have our baby, but I don't know if I can do it."

Her heart was beating so loud she was sure Max could hear it. "Wha-what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I'm so fucking scared, Y/N. I'm terrified of being a dad. What if I raise our child like my dad raised me and the kid ends up like me? I'd never be able to forgive myself if that happened."

Oh. This wasn't a dire as Y/N thought it was. This was something she could deal with. "Come here," she said softly and tried to pull his chair closer. Max shuffled over. He let Y/N wrap her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember last summer, when we went on holiday with my sister and her kids? Do you remember how they loved you so much that they wouldn't leave you alone?"

They'd rented out a villa. Max and Y/N had just come back from their honeymoon when Y/N's sister had invited them away.

As soon as they had their things unpacked, the kids grabbed their uncle Max's hands and dragged him into the pool. "Let's race!" The oldest shouted. Max was more than happy to oblige. He raced them to the other side of the pool and back, letting them win, of course.

When Y/N and his sister started on lunch, Max was blowing up the inflatable pool toys and looking after the baby. He was a natural with all three of them. Y/N watched them out of the window as she buttered the bread and passed it to her sister. That was when she realised how wonderful of a father Max was going to be. That was when she realised she wanted to have his children.

By the end of the holiday, the children were obsessed with him. According to Y/N's sister they didn't stop talking about him until at least two weeks after the holiday.

Max nodded his head. At first he'd been secretly reluctant to entertain the kids. But he loved it, and he actually found it fun. Of course, it wouldn't be the same when it was his own child.

"You're going to be an amazing father, Max. You're so kind and caring and kids love you. Plus, you're aware of how shitty your dad was to you, you know what you have to differently," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'll be there with you every step of the way," Y/N whispered and kissed the top of her head.

Max was still terrified, but he was trying not to be. But Y/N saw him change. He really did become that cheering and happy father he was pretending to be at the start.

Aside from Formula One, Max's life became getting Y/N whatever she and the baby were craving. Stroopwafels, mostly.

They discussed names more when Max became more comfortable. He was a big fan of Nora. Nora Sophie Verstappen. It had a very nice ring to it, Max thought. Little baby Nora.

They'd struggled to settle on a name for a boy. After Max had suggested his mothers name for the baby's middle name, Y/N was afraid Jos' name was going to be thrown into the mix. Not after all of Max's fears and anxiety. They'd decided Hugo, Hugo Verstappen was to be his name.

If it was up to Y/N, Jos wouldn't be in the child's life. But, of course, it wasn't just up to her. It was a decision she and Max had to make together.

When they found out they were having a little boy, Y/N and Max were over the moon. They decorated the nursery, painting the walls to be like a Formula One track. The bottom third was all grass, the middle was the track and the rest was blue skies with fluffy clouds.

The track went all the way around the room, with little race cars painted onto the track. There was a little Red Bull with a 33 on it, and a little Ferrari with a 16. It was a friend who painted it for them, going into intricate details for the cars and garages.

And then Y/N went into labour.

All of those fears Max had managed to get past came flooding back. His wife was about to give birth to his little boy.

Max wasn't much help through the delivery. Actually, through most of it he wasn't allowed in the delivery room, since he was panicking too much.

He wasn't a Hugo. That was what Y/N and Max decided the moment he was born. He was a Fabian. Fabian Hugo Verstappen. He was the most gorgeous little boy in the world. That was all Max could think as he stared at him, cradles in his wife's arms.

His son. His boy.

"Welcome to the world, Fabian Hugo Verstappen."

[bad268]

If You Only Knew

Aftermath Affair Pt. 3

(Ex! Lando Norris X Reader + Oscar Pisatri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, happy 5 years!

Warnings: Not saying Lando cheated (!! It's fiction !!), depressing thoughts, passive suicidal remarks, listen to the song first and decide if you can handle it. HEAVILY based on the song by Alexander Stewart

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1229

Chapter Summary: The direct aftermath after coming to terms with the affair.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 2

~~(^Both from Pinterest)

You didn’t want to believe it. How could your sweet, caring, amazing boyfriend cheat on you? It was not in the cards for you. You talked about getting married. You talked about having kids. How could he fuck it all up?

How could Ava? It does take two to tango, and you remembered meeting her clearly. You had gone to the newest Quadrant merch photoshoot, and Ria introduced you as Lando’s future spouse to Ava. Looking back, you remember the sneer on her face, and when you asked, she said it was a strong smell or something that irritated her. God, you should have said something!

You had spent the last week thinking everything over, and it seemed just as bad as the first day. Thankfully, Lando had to go to Woking after the last race, so he hasn’t come home yet. Then, he was going to visit his family and Max before coming back to the apartment for the last bit of the summer break. 

Your head was spinning, and the room was spinning. It was a bad idea, looking back, but alcohol was the only thing numbing the pain at this point. It’s been hard trying to move on. You accepted that your relationship was over, but that’s seven years you grew with Lando by your side. 

Now, suddenly, you didn’t know who you were. You were completely lost. 

Some part of you felt guilty. Maybe you did something to make him cheat in the first place. Maybe he wasn’t happy with your sex life, and that’s why he went to Ava. 

You tried to see the good in it, but it was too hard. You kept all of this pain inside you because you didn't want to burden anyone. Your family would say they told you so. They never supported your relationship with Lando. Most of your friends were also friends of Lando, and they would side with him. Your other friends would probably laugh in your face.

You were all alone to face this. 

You wanted to tell your subscribers. They started to notice your mood drop, and they were getting concerned. You wanted to yell from the rooftops that Lando Norris is a cheater, but you couldn’t. That’s defamation because you don't have solid evidence. You wanted to tell anyone who would listen, but you didn't want to beg for attention.

You just wanted to be heard. You wanted to be seen. You wanted to do anything. 

You wanted to tell Oscar, but you didn't want him to worry. He would probably drop everything to get you out of the apartment, but he’s with Lando in Woking. The last thing you needed was Lando peaking at Oscar’s phone and seeing your name. So you pretend to be fine.

Until it all came crashing down with an incoming phone call. 

Oscar Piastri

You debated answering it. You were still on the verge of blacking out from how much alcohol you drank. You could barely move, so you let the phone ring out.

Moments later, another call came through.

Oscar Piastri

Again, you let it ring out as your vision started fading in the corners. If this was your end, you were ready for it. You weren’t sure how you were meant to live after this. You just felt so lost. Your thoughts were once again interrupted by another call. 

Oscar Piastri

You finally found the strength to turn your head to look at the notifications. 24 missed calls from Oscar and 13 texts, ranging from asking if you were okay to him asking if he needs to show up. After the last call rang out, making it 25 missed calls, a text came through.

“I’m coming over, and I know where the spare key is.”

The last thing you wanted was to have Oscar see you in this state. You struggled to grab your phone and clumsily hit the notification for the missed call. It immediately redialed Oscar’s number. It didn’t take more than two rings for him to answer.

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer?” He rushed out. You could tell he was in a car by the background noise, but you didn't actually listen to what he was saying. You couldn’t form words and you felt like you were struggling to breathe as you let out a choked sob. There were no tears at this point, but it still felt as draining. Oscar decided to change up his approach, “Hey, tell me what’s going on.”

“If you only knew,” You trailed off, your voice quiet and hoarse as you chuckled at your situation. “If you only knew what my mind is telling me I should do.”

“Are you safe? Where are you?” He pushed for your answer.

“I’m drunk and all alone in my room,” You answered weakly, spacing out and staring at the ceiling. You can vaguely hear Oscar ask something, but you’re too focused on nothing. “I’m too sad to cry, my brain is putting me through some shit, and I don’t know anything anymore. I’m sorry, but you said to text you if I need you. Well, I need you.”

“I’m almost there, just breathe for me please,” He tried to drive faster but the cars on the road were making it impossible.

“If you only knew,” You were hyperventilating but there was no stopping the word waterfall once it started. “I’m constantly overwhelmed. I wish I was someone else. I wish I had called for help sooner. I am falling and I can’t stop. I don’t know what I should be doing. I don't know who I am. I wanna get better, Oscar, I do, but I don’t know where I’m going. I want you to know, I admit it, I can’t do this on my own, Oscar. This is my plea for help. Please, I need you.”

You were finally able to let all of the feelings out. It felt good being able to cry for once. Oscar just had to listen in agony that he wasn’t there to help you at that moment. He had just pulled into the apartment lot and found a parking spot before running into the building to get let up to your apartment floor. 

You were still breathing heavily and unevenly when Oscar came running straight into your room, wrapping his arms around your shaking form. He was grounding you, and helping coax your breathing back to a normal pace. However, you still had something to get off your chest.

“Oscar, take me out of this hell,” You cried as you looked up at him and held his face in your hands. “I need you to help me out of here. I can't keep living like this. I don’t care how, but I need to get out of this hell. If you don’t, I will. I can’t do this anymore, Oscar, please.” You trailed off before leaning your head against his chest as all of your anger finally dissolved. 

“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go,” He whispered as he held all of your weight against him. He felt so bad that he was (in a way) the cause of your pain, but he couldn’t stand seeing you live blissfully unaware of the deception Lando was causing you. He vowed that night to help you in any and every way possible.

~~~ Part 4 ->

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[im-a-wh0r3]

fuck it, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and write a fic about James Logan ‘Wolverine’ Howlett x reader. I intend to make this a long-ass series, lmk if you’d like that. I’m gonna do it anyway but would like to know if anyone would read it.

I haven’t written anything in like 4 years so it might start a little shitty so bear with me 🙏

Second Chance

Pairing: James Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!Magneto’s sister!Reader

friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers (not all in 1 chapter dw)

Warnings: Historical inaccuracy (I’m not a historian pls 😩), afab!fem!reader, use of y/n, I’m shit at summaries so it’s gonna feel a bit bullet pointy (lmk if there’s more)

Added notes: considering the reader is Magneto’s sister, that would make her Jewish, you obviously don’t have to be Jewish to read this. I myself am not Jewish, however, I put myself very much into this character and I feel Magneto and myself are very similar personality-wise so making him the brother of the character that I have created made sense to me, their mutations are also kinda similar. What Erik went through during the Second World War isn’t mentioned in this because I felt that was incredibly insensitive of me considering I in no way relate to it, but if I do state anything that causes issue please inform me and I will change it. (tbh I tried not to mention the happenings of the war at all because I know very little about it but still, let me know)

Summary: You were only young when the war began. As a young woman in 1939 you could do very little to assist, so you became a nurse. What you didn’t realise was how much tragedy, heartbreak and indescribable desire this choice was going to bring you.

Word Count: 1.4K

Hope you enjoy <3

Nuremberg 1924, Jakob and Edie Eisenhardt had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl, y/n. You were an independent, strong-willed child, never ill, and learning to walk and talk long before others your age. So, when you were four, and your mother gave birth to your little sister Ruth, a sickly child, your mother’s attention was ripped from you, far more concerned with your sister's wellbeing, with her constantly slipping in and out of illness. Your father was also away a lot with work, leaving you to entertain yourself. You were never fazed much, preferring the company of your family dog, Otto, your playful 2-year-old border collie.

Your strange connection to the earth began to show not long after your little sister was born. Not thinking much at the young age of four, of the strange habit animals had of following you, the way the flames in the fireplace would dance whenever you were near, and how the wind would bend around you. Then, two years later, Max was born. He was just like you, strong-willed and stubborn. You adored your little brother, taking him everywhere with you. Walking with his pram with Otto through the fields that surrounded your home.

As you grew, you began to slowly notice not only your oddities but also your brothers. The way he would drop his knife or fork whilst eating dinner, and then command it straight back to his hand, the voice you thought was in your head, speaking to you as if it was- Otto?! Yes, very odd. You brushed it off, knowing that if you were to tell your parents, they would treat you as if you were a silly little child begging for attention. By the time you were fourteen, however, it was far too noticeable to just push aside. The flames began to roar in the fireplace, the voice which you refused to believe was Otto began becoming far too clear, and even the spiders you would remove from your house began to sound as if they were shouting at you. At least your brother had calmed down, with him being eight you supposed his childlike lack of care had faded away. One less problem to deal with.

A year later, the war began. Your father had insisted upon you taking your brother and sister to England with you, where you would be staying with your uncle in the countryside. Ruth came along easily, Max on the other hand refused to leave your mother and father, too afraid to be apart from them. After days of arguments, your parents gave in, allowing just you and your sister to travel to England, ensuring that Max would be safe with them. The following day, your bags were packed and you were ready to part from the only home you had ever known. You said your goodbyes and reluctantly waved your home farewell.

“Promise me they’ll be okay” Ruth pleaded, snapping you away from your train of thought.

“They’ll be alright Ruthie” you gave her a half smile, only half believing your own words. “Mother and father promised, remember?” you continued.

She gave a curt nod, continuing the silence.

Your life in England was different, to say the least. Your uncle Erich was a stoic man, never caring much for children, though you and your sister tried to do your best by him as thanks. At the age of 16, you left high school and began a nursing training program, in hopes of aiding those fighting in the war.

The three years were gruelling. The war had disrupted your schooling, having to break during your travels, leaving you behind the other trainees. You refused to let that hinder your progress, you feared for your family every day, the least you could do was help those who could be helped. As awful as the past three years had been, you made it through your training, and eventually, on the 10th of June 1944, you arrived in Normandy, to assist your wounded troops.

The medical tents are awful, to say the least. They’re cramped, sweaty and reek of... men. You make your way to the end of the tent and are greeted by a tall, tanned, gorgeous man. He seems unscathed, lying comfortably in one of the beds.

“Hey there soldier” you greet him. His deep brown eyes meeting yours. “Anything I can do for you?” you continue, eyeing him over once more.

“You tell me bub” his Canadian accent catches you off guard. “They sent me in here, told ‘em I was fine” There’s a slight humorous tone to his voice.

“I’ve seen all the bloodshed out there” you counter. “You trying to tell me you went through all that with not even a scratch to show for it?” he grins.

“Guess I’m just indestructible” he shrugs.

“Or just very lucky” you argue. “Well, if you’re completely fine I’d appreciate it if you could leave the space for someone who needs it” you give him a tight smile, not exactly wanting the beautiful stranger to leave, but needing to put your job first.

“I don’t see anyone out there waiting” he retorts. “James Howlett” offering you his hand.

“Y/n” you ignore his outstretched arm, staring quizzically at him.

“Well, Miss y/n” he stands. “It was a pleasure. I hope to be seeing you again” he grins at you once more and begins making his exit.

“I hope not” you shout to him, in hopes he can hear you, smiling quietly to yourself.

You continued your work for the next few days, aiding men with injuries far worse than you had seen before. Then, after the few days that followed, the stranger that you now knew as James, was back in your care once again, and just like the last time, you discharged him. It became routine, every few days, you would find James lying in one of your beds, completely unharmed. You would discharge him after a quick checkup, and then a few days later you’d find him lying there yet again, like clockwork. You began to form a friendship with the impenetrable soldier, dismissing his flirtatious remarks with witty underhand comments. The banter between the two of you came easily, taking jabs at one another constantly, and having conversations that came with no struggle. This continued for weeks, his visits becoming more frequent, your conversations once full of banter, now riddled with flirtation.

“Oh c’mon bub” his deep Canadian voice implored you. “You not even gonna check me over? I could be dying” he smirked.

you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Oh yeah? Where are you wounded sweetheart?” you encouraged. “Here?” you placed a flat hand over his bare chest, slowly dragging it down.

“No.” he stopped you, your heart began to race, redness adorning your cheeks. Had you taken it a step too far, had you read his signals wrong, was he just- the clearing of his throat willed you back from your thoughts.

“Right here” he pointed his finger to his lips. “Heard kissing it better helps” that cocky smirk meeting you once again. He offered you his hand, this time not ignoring it, you outstretched yours. His fingers barely grazed yours, hand slowly rising to your wrist. He grabbed it lightly, giving you time to pull away, when you didn’t, he gave a sharp tug, causing you to topple into him. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling so familiar, and yet in this instance, so foreign. His hand, now placed on your lower back, moving slowly to cup the back of your head, the other grasping your waist. Your hands were firmly placed on either side of his head, unable to move in fear of falling. He slowly pulled himself up, your faces much closer than before. He waited, giving you one last chance to pull away, you didn’t, holding his gaze unwavering. You could feel his breath fanning your face, his stubble tickling your skin.

The kiss was soft. Far from rushed.

He held you gently, as if you were fragile, ready to break at any moment. The kiss didn’t last long, the sounds of the other patients snapping you both back to reality.

“You should go” you whisper into his lips, unable to now meet his gaze.

“I suppose I should” he agrees, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. You stare once again into his brown eyes, the closeness allowing you to see the green specs that litter his irises. “Till next time, yeah sweetheart?” he gives me one last kiss before making his exit.

“Next time.”

[imdead770]

yours and soda's first argument

Sodapop Curtis x Reader - First Fight

Authors Note - So sorry for not writing this sooner, I don't really have an excuse, I just never felt like it. Enjoy!

• The fact the two of you even fought is crazy to me

• I think Soda is pretty good with communication

• Like he comes to you if he's hurt, you go to him, there's no secrets between either of you

• But there's one thing we all know

• Just because Sodapop has a partner doesn't mean the girls will leave him alone

• Maybe one of them go a bit too handsy while you were coincidentally at DX

• Poor Sodapop has no idea they're flirting because he's just like 'okay, they're touching my arm, weird but you do you'

• Then she gets more handsy

• And the thing that made you mad is Sodapop didn't do shit about it

• This random girl was practically feeling him up and he was just smiling and talking to her, trying to get customer service points

• I'd be mad too

• You know Soda would never cheat on you

• But still, if some random guy had his hand on your bicep you'd say something about it

• At least lean away

• But Sodapops just sitting there, all smiles.

• So eventually Soda comes back to the Curtis house where you often are, all excited to tell you about what Steve did today

• Only to be met with you

• His first thought is 'aw, she had a bad day'

• Which is so sweet holy shit

• But back to the beef

• You, obviously, confront him

"Hey.. how come you were letting that girl touch you like that?"

• He's gotta think for a second because he doesn't even remember any girl

• Then it clicks

• Shit, she was flirting??

• Aw fu-

"It ain't anythin' important"

• Right when he said it he regretted it

• 'WHAT THE HELL'RE YOU THINKING??'

" What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It's nothing."

"What, you let hot girls feel you up and then come home to me all sunshiney?"

"It's not-.."

• This idiot

• His swore his brain wasn't working

"Why ya' gotta be so jealous?"

• Oh shit

• He could've sworn he heard a snap in your nervous system

"What?"

"Look, darlin', I didn't-"

"Can you shut up for one second? What the hell do you mean?"

• He can't even respond

• He's still internally slapping himself on the forehead

"Are you gonna just stand there?"

"I.."

• You just rolled your eyes (understandable) and walked off

• The moment you left he slapped him in the forehead with an audible 'pow'

• After that, if you're like me, you kept your distance

• Cause, for a good reason, you're pissed

• Sodapop goes to Darry for advice

• And of course Darrys response is

"Are you stupid?"

"I dropped outta school, Dar', course I'm stupid."

"Yeah but I didn't think you were that stupid"

• He tells Soda to give you your space

• And Soda tries, he really does

• But he just can't avoid you

• He's literally head over heels for you and he's supposed to just ignore you??

• So eventually he finally manages to track you down

• This man is practically on his knees begging you to forgive him

"I'm so sorry, I ain't never do it again, it was stupid I know-"

• If I were in your shoes I'd start laughing

• Or maybe you're still mad

• Or you're smiling at the apology, depends on who you are.

• But it's practically impossible not to forgive him

• He said "I'm sorry" at least 500 times by now

• He sounds like Eminem at this point

• So either you're

A) "I forgive you, Soda"

Or

B) To stubborn to forgive so you just kiss him

• I'm personally a B but you do you

• It's the sweetest kiss ever

• Pure wattpad fanfiction kiss

• Soft and sweet with both of you smiling into it

• Especially Soda

• He hasn't tasted you in like.. 1 day

• That's practically an eternity

• In summary

• Arguments with Soda rarely happen

• And if they do they last for 3 days max

• Normally with Sodapop knocking at your window with some roses and his award winning smile

• And no matter how big the problem is

• You always end up making out

• Gotta love Soda

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter 6.1: some chaotic group texts

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: just some group texts between the quartet

Warnings: sexual innuendo, mentions of the Daniel incident, Max being a dad, Lando being a menace, reader is gullible, Charles is a clutz

Notes: I felt the need to show you the chaos I have going in my notes and writing software for these four

Previous <-

Masterlist

Lando: so what's the plan for tonight?

Charles: Max won so its up to him

Lando: but like... I could not do what he says 😈

Y/N: ah yes I love watching Lando suffer

Lando: hey! You're just no fun!

Y/N: i am fun and also do what I'm told. I think Charles would agree with me 👀

Charles: yes, but it's also fun to watch as Lando begs for mercy.

Maxy: and here I thought we could have a soft night

Lando: absolutely not

Lando: I woke up a menace to society, and I plan on ending the day that way

Charles: Lando no

Y/N: Lando no

Lando: Lando yes

Lando corrupts y/n

Maxy: Lando, I swear on everything that if I find you starting before me and Charles get there, I will not let you finish for a year.

Lando: guess who's here with me

Lando: *image*

Charles: At least she's waiting like we asked

Lando: unless 👀

Y/N: I tried to tell him

Charles: Lando, I will not hesitate

Lando: ha! Look at the perfect angel now! *video*

Maxy: I'm stunned

Maxy: I swear I will have both of you crying by the end of tonight

Y/N: I'm sorry! Lando started talking, and my head just did what he said :(

Charles: sounds about right

Lando: *video*

Maxy: how the fuck are you even recording this??

Lando: skills.

Charles: you're corrupting the innocent!! Leave the angel alone!!

Max being a dad

Maxy: what time is everyone planning on being home? I have dinner on the stove

Y/N: I am home. I have no friend remeber?

Maxy: is my company nit enough for you? 🫢

Y/N: You sound like Seb rn

Lando: after Jon let's me live in peace

Maxy: work hard Lan! You'll make it!

Lando: Did you wake up okay? Are you sick? When did you become a father?

Maxy: why are you being so mean?

Charles: I won't be there for dinner, my mother is feeding me tonight

Y/N: awe! That's so sweet!

Maxy: be safe!

Charles: 😶

Lando: 😶

Y/N: Sometimes he's dad, but most of the times, he's daddy

Y/N becomes an avenger

Y/N: I have decided to learn martial arts

Lando: intresting. Why?

Y/N: because all the avengers know martial arts and I'm already halfway there

Charles: anyone sometimes forget that y/ns powers aren't normal?

Charles: like we're litteraly dating a superhero

Maxy: just be glad you weren't there when she learned she could use it on people

Maxy: I scared her so bad she accidentally threw me across the paddock the first race back from break

Maxy: I'm sad to say I was turned on from it

Lando: does this mean you'll be fighting crime?

Y/N: Does crippling depression count as a crime? If so, then yes

Y/N does some research

Y/N: did you guys know this is a thing???

Y/N: *link*

Charles: alright whoever gave her access to Google (lando) I promise I won't be mad if you confess

Lando: why do you think it's me?

Charles: because of what that link it

Max: who told you about this y/n?!

Y/N: it was Carlos, actually. He mentioned it and I was confused sk I asked what it meant and he said to Google it

Charles: I will be having words woth my teammate

Y/N: he said it's where people share ideas about what they do in the bedroom

Lando: honey... no

Max: Sometimes, I forget you are still gullible

Lando: on the other side... any intresting finds 🤔

Y/N: now I'm confused

Lando: nothing new

Charles: Lando be nice, the poor girl was just told about this

Charles: I asked Carlos what he said

Charles: did you really not know the females can do this?

Y/N: No? It's not like anyone has ever sat me down and explained every atmomical function of my body, and this one just sounds weird

Max: Anyone down for further research? 🤚🏻

Charles: Obviously, we can't let this opportunity go to waste

Lando: maybe we can convince her of other things while we're at it

Y/N: you're so mean to me

Post Daniel incident

Lando: You should have seen Daniel during interviews today!

Lando: he's an absolute disaster!

Charles: what a pervert

Max: Please tell me he's not making eyes at you

Y/N: Doesn't he have eyes? Why would he need to make them?

Max: I'll explain that one later

Lando: No, he's not. Don't worry, your pretty little heads

Lando: he's been blushing at every question that involves us

Y/N: as partners?

Lando: everything.

Lando: "what do you think of the grid quartet? Are you all still close friends?"

Lando: his response was between yes and no, and he couldn't make eye contact with the interviewer

Max: I think we did a number on him

Charles: a well deserved number might I add

Max: we're never doing that again though

Y/N: omg! I tried to go say hi, and a reporter spotted us and came to ask a question but turned around after he heard Daniel apologize for my throat for the millionth time 🤭

Lando: man can't win today

Charles: I'm glad he apologized

Max: I'm glad he's finally stopped trying to take pictures of us

Max: If he ever does it again, I'm running him off the track and into the wall

Charles the uncordinated

Lando: Has anyone seen Charles? I made dinner for us and can't find him.

Max: You know me and y/n are in a meeting rn right?

Lando: yes but I'm worried

Y/N: Can't we see each ithers location?

Lando: ...

Lando: Why is he at the park?

Charles: I went for a run, remember?

Lando: that was two hours ago, mate

Charles: ... it's been a long run

Max: is everything okay Charlie?

Y/N: Did you sprain it?

Lando: Sprain what??

Charles: :/

Charles: traitor

Y/N: I had a vision that he fell while out on his run and told him to be careful around the curbs

Y/N: it looked pretty bad. Do you need us to go get you, love?

Max: The answer is yes. We're on our way to get you.

Charles: I can get home myself

Charles: is Lando upset? The radio silence from him is killing me

Charles: nvm he's running at me in his bright orange McLaren sweatshirt

Charles: he's holding a first aid kit

Lando: WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO

Lando: no need to worry, the doctor is in ;)

Charles: Someone save me

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[wi55iams]

Worship (noun):

1. the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity.

2. great admiration or devotion shown towards a person or principle.

I have a lot of thoughts about Carlos Sainz Jr and it's about time i shared them. I'm trying to write a fanfic but i'm finding it difficult to articulate my ideas, this was is test run of sorts to see if I can communicate a message in a way that makes sense. Enjoy. Credits under the cut.

‘Hope is the biggest of our foolish things’ -Alfred de Vingy // Mark Thompson for Getty Images // Carlos Sainz believes he deserves F1 seat // ‘To wish was to hope and to hope was to expect’ -Jane Austen // Carlos Sainz’s last race with Toro Rosso // ‘Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack’ -Brandon Sanderson // Sky Sports // Marina And The Diamonds, Oh No! // It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story’ -Patrick Rothfuss // Medium // An ode to my father, the matador // ‘Maybe if you sleep where another person sleeps and do what that person does, then eventually you’ll start turning into that person’ -Jack Cheng // Ferrari, one name two destinies // Jos and Carlos Sr on their sons’ rookie seasons // ‘Christianity is a religion built around a father who does not rescue his son. It is the story of a son whose father is a ghost’ -Terrance Hayes // Carlos Sainz poses with his father // Jos and Carlos Sr on their sons’ rookie seasons // ‘Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be’ -Orson Scott Card // Sky Sports // Junior status; Sharing dad’s name a mixed bag // ‘Who did I think we were. Who did I think I could make you. This is the oldest mistake, to confuse wanting with magic.’ -Marty McConnell Emily Kagan Trenchard // Sainz thrilled with first podium after Hamilton penalty // The Crane Wives, The Moon Will Sing // ‘If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?’ -Jodi Picoult // Top Gear // Carlos Sainz: the boy who became a man // Motorsport.com // Mikky Ekko, Who Are You Really? // ‘Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us’ -Donna Tartt // RacingNews365 // Max Verstappen tells Carlos Sainz ‘I felt sorry for you’ // Racefans // Carlos Sainz has openly discussed his contract regulations // CNN // Sainz wins thrilling Singapore GP // ‘Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?’ -Louise Glück // Sky Sports // Carlos Sainz Sr Wikipedia // 'Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered' -Tory Adkisson // Sydney Morning Herald // Planet F1 // Luvbug, Icarus // ‘Sometimes I prayed so hard for God to materialize at the foot of my bed it would start to happen; then I’d beg it to stop, and it would.’ -Marie Howe, // ‘Click here to be saved’, unable to find original author // ‘God’s favorite follower’ by Tumblr user quiet-plaything // ‘God is fucking with my oblivion. If he wants forgiveness, he shouldn’t have given us memory’ -Vi Khi Nao //  ‘What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God’ -Chcuk Palahniuk // John Mayer, In The Blood // ScuderiaFans //

[noforkingclue]

Bestieeeee! I want to answer your call for nsfw requests and you just told me some of the prompts on the lists you shared had given you River Cartwright Thots 🤭

So, I’m not here to request a prompt of my choice, I want you to pick your favourite and just give yourself permission to go nuts with it. I cannot wait to read what you create for our boy!

My only request would be that you lean into that car scene dom energy cos daaaamn 🥵

Have fun! xx

Mate, giving me free reign was a very bad idea and I had to limit myself to a max of two prompts even though more were calling to me!

I had way too much fun with this and I hope you like it :D

Title: Beg

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.

I told you, you would eventually start begging.

Warnings: NSFW

Prompt list: link

You drummed your fingers against the bar and looked down at your empty glass. You tried to get the bartender's attention but he was occupied elsewhere. You gritted your teeth in annoyance and you took a deep breath to try and calm down. It had been a rough week and all you wanted was some strong drinks and to relax.

“Long time no see.”

You stiffened at the familiar voice. Your hand clenched around your glass and you looked around for a way to escape but the bar was too crowded. River pressed his body against yours, trapping you against the bar. With how busy it was it could easily be seen as a harmless action. Too many people in too small of a space, people were bound to end up squeezed together. However, you knew River better than that.

“What do you want?” You asked

“You’ve been avoiding me,” River said quietly, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear

“Can you blame me?”

“You left in the middle of the night.”

“You’ve done that before. Besides, I had an early start.”

“You also left The Service.”

“How did you find that out?”

“I have my ways. I just want you to confirm it.”

“That’s… correct.”

“Where are you working now?”

“You don’t have clearance for that.”

“Ah,” you could hear the smile in River’s voice, “Six.”

Fuck.

Luckily you were distracted by the bartender finally coming over to you and taking your order. You took a large swig of your drink, hoping that it would distract you from River. You had no such luck.

“And here I thought you’d be buying me a drink.” Said River

“Would it get rid of you?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“You weren’t always so… hostile to my attention.”

“Things change.”

“Not that much. You going home with anyone?”

“Is that any of your business?”

Rivers lips trailed against your neck. You swallowed thickly at the sensation, resisting the urge to lean back against him. You could feel River smirk against your neck.

Bastard.

“I’ll be outside,” he said, “ten minutes. Don’t make me come in and find you.”

You didn’t know you had been holding your breath until River had left. You glared at the door before turning your attention back to your drink. You aren’t going to let him win. Not this time. No. You are going to savour this drink and then the next and then the next one after that.

Fuck River Cartwright.

But not literally.

*

You didn’t know what time it was when you finally left the bar. You were pleasantly buzzed but not as drunk as you would’ve liked to have been. You still wanted to keep your wits about you after running into River. You glanced around but could see River or his car. Then again things aren’t always what they seemed. River, the bastard, had genuinely been good at tracking people.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and you finally began your walk home. You kept mainly to the shadows, glancing over your shoulder every so often. Your keys were held firmly between your fingers. It wasn’t a long walk back to your flat but you were still expecting River to pop out at any moment. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally saw your building. When you were finally in the safety of your flat you rested your head against the door.

Finally.

Now you could get some well deserved sleep and forget about your run in with Cartwright.

A creak behind you had your eyes fly open. You tried to turn around but your intruder was quicker. You were pressed, chest first, against your door. Strong hands gripped your wrists and pushed them beside your head.

“I thought I told you ten minutes.” Said River

“And I thought I made it perfectly clear that wasn’t going to happen.”

You let out a yelp as you were suddenly turned around. River pinned your body against the door with his, his grip still firmly around your wrists. You glared up at him, determined not to let him win this battle. River’s expression was giving nothing away but you could tell from his body that he was just as turned on as you.

“Been awhile then, Cartwright?” You asked teasingly

River didn’t take the bait. His lips grazed against your and you tried to pull away. However, you weren’t able to get anywhere with the door blocking your escape. You let out a whine of frustration and River let out a breathy laugh at the sound. He moved both of your wrists to one hand and the other trailing up your thigh. You cursed yourself for wearing a short dress as his fingers skimmed against your underwear.

“Very fucking funny,” he said, “but from what it feels like it seems that you’re the one desperate for me.”

You let out a choked gasp as two fingers roughly entered you. Your head fell against his chest and River let go out your wrists. Your arms fell limply over his shoulders and you said weakly,

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not.”

“Because,” you bit your lip to stifle a loan, “if Lamb found out-“

“Y/n,” River interrupted, “right now Lamb is the last person I want to think about.”

Your hips bucked against his hand as his thumb swirled against your clit. River's other hand grasped your chin and forced you to look up at him.

“You want this.” He said

“River…”

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why? Because I’m a slow horse and you’re now Six?”

“Because-“

Another moan cut you off. Your hands curled against River’s shirt and you tried to glare up at him. You hated how vulnerable he made you feel. River just raised his eyebrows.

“Tell me you need this,” he said, “tell me.”

His fingers stopped moving and you let out a frustrated moan. You tried to move your hips but any movement you made just made River pull out his fingers.

“No,” he said, “I need to hear you say it y/n. Tell me to continue. Tell me you need me.”

“River,” you bucked your hips once more, “continue.”

“Then beg.”

“Wh… what?”

“Beg,” River nipped at your neck, “I want to hear you beg.”

“Never.”

“Never?”

“Going deaf, Cartwright.”

“Hmm,” River looked you up and down, “that’ll change.”

“Unlikely.”

You let out a yelp as River lifted you into his arms. You flung your arms around his neck, uncertain about if he’d drop you or not (he had done so in the past and you hadn’t let him forget about it). River just looked down at you before pressing his lips against yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kicked off your heels. You heard them clatter away but you didn’t care. When River finally broke the kiss the two of you were panting for air.

“Just like old times.” Said river

“Yeah.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I can tell.”

River carried you to your bedroom, depositing you in your bed. You had just propped yourself up in your elbows when River pinned you down. He looked down at you and said,

“One last chance.”

“I’m not going to beg.”

“I won’t go easy on you. Beg and I will.”

“Never.”

River gave you one last almost pitying look (that you had the sudden urge to smack off his face) before pressing his lips roughly against yours. Your moans were swallowed by his lips and tried to pull your wrists free. However, River gave them a warning squeeze.

“I warned you,” he said against your lips, “unless you want to give in.”

“Not fucking likely.”

“Good.”

Finally River let go of your wrists. You wrapped them around his shoulders and tried to pull him down for another kiss but he just gave you a warning look. He trailed feather light touches up your thighs before he finally reached your underwear. He sat back and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Still so beautiful,” he said kneeling down and pressing his cheek against your thigh, “so fucking beautiful and all for me.”

He blew on you and you gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“River…”

“Hmm?”

He bit the inside of your thigh and inserted his index and middle finger. He looked and winked at you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out. Achingly slow and not enough friction to give you the release you so desperately needed.

“Love,” that damned name that turned your insides to fucking jelly, “you know what you need to do.”

“River…” your voice had a pleading edge that you hated and River was the only one able to pull from you

“Say it,” River’s fingers stopped moving, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Please fuck me. I…”

“Yes.” River’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper

“I need it. I need you.”

River let out a groan and he removed his fingers. You cried out at the loss of feeling full and narrowed your eyes and River who just licked his fingers. Fuck, that shouldn’t have been so hot. He sat back and hurriedly pulled off his shirt. You sat up and practically yanked off your dress, tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed. You laid back down, wishing that River would hurry the fuck up. There was a rustling of clothes and you groaned as you felt him press against you.

“Everything still ok?” he muttered against your lips

“Yes.”

“You still want this?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “good.”

You gasped when River finally entered you. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back. River moaned at the sensation, his thrusts briefly stopping for a moment.

“Fuck,” he gasped, “y/n…”

“River.”

You buried your face against his shoulder.

“I lo-”

You quickly bite his shoulder, stopping yourself from finishing that most dangerous sentence. You didn’t notice River’s expression at the sentence that almost was. He felt himself getting close and reached down between your thighs about rubbed circles against your clit. You gasped and River felt you clench around him.

“I’m close.” he muttered softly

“I…”

“Come for me.”

You let out a final groan, wrapped your legs around him and you came. River didn’t last much longer, spilling inside of you. The two of you stayed entwined for a moment before you unwrapped your legs and River rolled off of you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. A heavy silence settled around you and you pressed your face in his chest.

“So,” he said at last, “what you were going to say earlier-”

“No,” you interrupted, “don’t ruin the moment.”

“I didn’t know we were having one.”

“This,” you raised your head slightly,, “was just another fuck.. Nothing’s changed from before.”

“Besides the fact that you now work at Six.”

“Service is Service. Doesn’t matter if it’s Five or Six.”

“Right.”

You lowered your head back down and closed your eyes. River rubbed circles against your shoulder and you felt your slowly drifting off to sleep. It had been too long since you had slept with anyone. You hadn’t shared your bed with anyone since you had left Five. It didn’t seem right. It wasn’t as though you and River were anything official. It was just a casual thing. A quick fuck to relieve tension. You weren’t meant to develop feelings, especially since River clearly didn’t feel the same.

“Hey y/n?”

You grunted as River’s voice dragged you out of your blissful slumber.

“What now Cartwright?”

River leant down, his lips grazing against your cheek.

“I told you,” he said teasing, “you would eventually start begging.”

Your eyes shot open and you sat up glaring at him. River looked down at you, rubbing circles against your shoulder, and you jabbed him on the chest.

“Fuck you.” you said

“I think I just did that.”

[leclerced]

Oof the idea of getting Seb roped in and Bunny bringing his rbr era cockiness out would be.. chef’s kiss.

I’m just imagining that Seb was her first crush from Formula 1 when she first started following the sport, so when he visited at Suzuka, she would just be super bashful and revert back to her old child hood self who had Seb posters up. And he’d laugh about it, teasing her about how every time he looked at her or had the smallest bit of accidental contact as they inspected the bee houses or he walked by her in hospitality, she just immediately turned red. And Mark would tease Oscar about this, letting him know that his protégé’s girlfriend wasn’t even insusceptible to Seb’s charm and it was just like the days where the other WAGS even had the smallest crush on Seb because of his outgoing and friendly personality.

Seeing Bunny’s reaction and hearing this would of course would prompt Oscar to invite Seb to “hang out” and get to know Bunny, the girl who has half of the grid wrapped around her little finger. And Seb would be curious to see why Lance would be dropping off gifts at McClaren hospitality, why Max and Charles would joke so closely with Oscar and Lando about how she seemed so tired.

But what really gets me? The way Lando would react, seeing who he thought was the most wholesome, gentlemanly grid dad revert back to the man who would openly flirt with reporters and ask their about their break plans, the way he would cockily tease and taunt Bunny during their time together and curse quietly in German and tell her she was his good girl.

I think Lando’s brain would short circuit watching the way he dommed Bunny because while he knew about Seb’s past, the only persona HE had met was the wise and generous elder on the grid who wanted a tree planted in his name for a Christmas gift, not playboy Seb who had Bunny’s ankles around his neck and her begging for more.

AHHH this is my new fav concept goodbye

bunny’s so confident w everyone else because she knows the power she holds over them, but it all slips away around seb. since he only retired a year before she would have met him before, but it all starts after he retires so like, she was okay around him before because he wouldn’t be an option. he’d know he’s one of her favorite drivers, if not her favorite, so when he returns to suzuka and she sees him for the first time after it starts, she can’t stop thinking about fucking him. she’d just stay with lando or oscar and watch seb interact with everyone, waiting for him to come over so she can rope him in. she’s thinking about the way he used to flirt with everyone and wonders if she can bring that part of him back out. planning what lines she can use to make him blush, but then he comes over and is talking to oscar and she just short circuits, she can’t function. she’s got stars in her eyes and she’s just… brainless. as soon as he walks away oscar’s teasing her over it and mark is like don’t sweat it bunny, we’ve all been there. he has that effect on women. and she’s like uhh no i mean- i’ve met him before idk what just happened??

he was charles’s mentor so he’d catch charles looking too long, or catch him with a hand on her waist, and he’d be like “charlie i have been involved with taken women, do not make the same mistakes i did. stay out of it, she doesn’t need a third boyfriend.” charles knows seb can keep a secret so he’s the one to let it slip, so when oscar’s asking him to come hang out with him and bunny… sebastian’s got ideas brewing in his head. he’s thinking about when he arrived at the paddock and was saying hello to everyone and he pulled her in for a hug and her voice was shaky and low as she said hello and then wouldn’t meet his eyes while he talked to oscar and mark. every time he sees her after that he finds a reason to touch her, like brushing her hair behind her ear, putting a hand on her waist when he’s walking by. he likes the way she reacts to him barely touching her, notices the little smirk on oscar’s face because he’s seeing her reactions too and knows what he’s doing.

bunny would be so frustrated at the end of each day, asking oscar why seb keeps touching her and oscar asks “do you want him to stop?” and she almost cries bc that is the last thing she wants. every little event he does for his bee project, he’s finding a way to get her attention, saying something dirty to oscar and looking over to see her blushing and squirming. he’d be asking her to help him with stuff, saying everyone else is too busy. maybe he wouldn’t even ask her, he’d ask oscar if he could borrow her like she’s not even there and ofc she’d follow him like a puppy dog wherever he wants. he’d be making dirty jokes, toeing the line of flirting and not. oscar and lando are reaping the benefits of all of seb’s teasing. oscar lets her get all pent up before slipping seb a room card, and he wouldn’t even need to say anything, seb takes it and shows up with condoms and lube and probably silk ties or smth.

then suddenly sebastian’s at every other race and no one even bats an eye when he’s caught flirting with bunny time and time again except lando, they’re all used to it but he can never get the sight of oscar and sebastian tag teaming her out of his head. sebastian would put her in positions he didn’t think possible, they’d fuck her until she’d gone completely silent and lando’s asking them to stop bc he’s kinda worried when she doesn’t respond to his check-in but as soon as seb and oscar back off, she’s crying for them to come back. she’d be so lost in how good she felt she didn’t hear lando, so when suddenly it stops she completely falls apart begging them not to stop and lando feels terrible for ruining what would have been an earth shattering orgasm. he’d never be able to look at him the same, and oscar would have a new best friend.

[1425fivefive]

Would love a director's cut on sexy to someone!!! The carcar dynamics are just *chef's kiss*

Sexy to Someone!! My very first completed fanfic (we shan't speak of my unfinished Maxiel fic). Thank you so much for this ask from the director's cut prompt!

This idea popped into my head essentially fully formed while I was on a bus in nyc. I don't really read traditional a/b/o because a lot of it has pregnancy which is not my thing (iykyk) and I don't personally love reading mindless rut/heat sex. I want my characters to always have to actively "choose" the sex they're having, just because I think it lets characters grapple with the fact that they want something, and aren't being compelled to do something by factors outside of their control. Like even in Feline Fever and Everybody Wants to Love You, I explicitly state that the characters don't have to have sex to get their normal bodies back.

So, I wanted to write an a/b/o fic where (1) heats and ruts don't need to be spent with a partner and (2) sexual preferences can differ from the "norm," in the same way sexual orientations or kinks exist in our world.

I loved the idea of Oscar as an alpha who doesn't want to knot or fuck people, and the shame that would come with that. It's clear in the fic that that preference exists, albeit rarely:

Oscar had seen almost every video in the (admittedly tiny) section of PornHub that featured alphas getting fucked.

Oscar has a lot of shame built up around that at the start of the fic. He's afraid of the press finding out, no one in his family knows that he has trouble knotting, and he's resigned himself to not having sex.

Enter Carlos, who (1) is an omega who likes to top and (2) feels absolutely no shame about it. I think this feels in character to me because of how Carlos acts around men (Charles, Lando, Max), where he's never afraid of being touchy and also likes to manhandle people (pushing Lando around, hand in Charles's hair).

With this fic, I wanted to explore the intersection of shame and desire, something that's very personal to me as someone who grew up devoutly Catholic and eventually left the Church after coming out. I genuinely did not know women masturbated until I was eighteen lmao, and literally would confess to my priest whenever I thought about kissing women.

Anyway, the narrative arc of this fic is all about Oscar letting himself want something fully, without the voice in his head telling him he's bad for wanting it. He constantly talks about how it's not "normal" to want to be fucked, but by the end he's begging for it and explicitly asking Carlos to fuck him.

The final thing, for me, is that I liked the idea of people in the omegaverse having "kinks" around certain designations. So, for example, Oscar begs Carlos to knot him at the end and calls Carlos alpha. They both get off on playing these roles, with Carlos the dominant alpha and Oscar the submissive omega, even though society would expect those roles to be reversed given their designations.

I also think they're quite clearly obsessed with each other by the end of the fic. It's the truest example of "matching each other's freaks" I've ever written.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter nineteenth

summary: Billy and you play house. Billy makes a nice save and he doesn't particularly like Craig.

warnings: implied smut. implied abused.

listen to: Pretty boy-  The Neighbourhood | Ocean eyes - Billie Eillish | R u mine? - Arctic Monkeys (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.6k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

By Monday morning you weren’t able to walk straight, with Craig out on business, it allowed you to spend all the weekend with Billy. Billy and you had spent the weekend playing house, as Billy had teased on Sunday while he helped you cook Emily and Max dinner, who’d also spent a considerable amount in your house since Billy thought it could distract your sister. She thankfully did, plus blasting music throughout the house, so they couldn’t hear you scream, was also the best idea you had. 

You’d also got to know him even more throughout that couple of days. You realized that you truly loved talking to Billy, beyond the witty banter that the both of you carried, you got to know him even more. It was unsettling how comfortable he felt with you, how easily you created a routine. But either way, you loved it. The way that he sang along to certain songs to the point that you had to hold back a laugh, his competitive nature, his interest, and opinions, even on politics. Especially how he read to you.

It was a shame that the paradise that was created by both of you wouldn't last too long. 

Billy had sneaked out of your place around five that morning, aware that Craig might show up earlier than he’d said he would. You played with his golden necklace as your limbs were tangled in your bed while Billy passed his hand through your hair delicately as you asked him to leave a bit earlier and to try to keep the PDA at bay at school. 

He didn’t say anything, nor did he look hurt or annoyed but you still knew it bothered him slightly. 

Therefore, as you limped through the hallways you were secretly dreading two things: Seeing Billy’s hurt expression and running into Eddie, who was now aware of why you’d been MIA throughout the last part of the week prior. Robin had called you on Saturday night after Eddie had told her that you couldn’t hang out with them since you had a cold, at least, that’s what you’d told Bob when you canceled your shift after Billy had begged you on his knees not to go to Peaches, after he started to kiss you through your underwear, there was little that you could do. 

Eddie, though, he knew as he waited for you on the path to your locker. 

“We don’t have to talk about it,” you grumbled as you passed Eddie who was burning you with his eyes. 

“What the fuck? Of course, we do!” Eddie gawked at you, he followed you. “When, where, how?” he asked loudly as you looked back at him with a glare. 

“Eddie, stop it!” You bit back at him when you finally stopped at your locker. “And you already know where!”

Eddie scrunched his nose in disgust as he looked at you while your eyebrows quirked up. Eddie groaned loudly with a grim on his face as there was a hint of a smile on your lips. 

“Please tell me that at least the counter at Peaches hasn’t fallen victim to both of you,” Eddie muttered as he passed a hand through his face. 

He was so dramatic. 

“It hasn’t,” you lied as you recalled your first kiss with Billy and how he sat you on the counter. If you didn’t know any better, you would tell Eddie that it could soon be a victim too. Billy didn’t have self-control and apparently when it came to him, you didn’t have it either. “And please, stop talking about that. I’m nervous enough with the results,”

Suddenly, Steve and Robin made their way to your locker with anxious smiles. Robin launches towards you with a big hug as she holds your hand. 

“Are you ready?” she asked. 

You sighed as you shake your head slightly while Steve ruffled your hair slightly and then you turned to the right and he was right there. Billy’s eyes softened as his gaze met yours, he’d been nothing but supportive on Saturday night when you snapped out of your dreams as you recalled that the announcements on student president were made that day. There was a hint of a smile as he gazed at you through the crowd in the hallways while he pretended to listen to Carol talking. 

“Yeah,” you said as you gazed at Billy and nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m ready,”

As if you’d cue the principal, the speakers in the hallways let out a pitch before it turned off and you heard the school’s music for announcements.  

“Good Morning Hawkins High,” The principal said as your heartbeat began to raise. “First, the newspaper committee will be announcing their new members on Friday, following the next week there will be renovations,” you sighed as you gazed at Billy while you tried to block out the unimportant announcements. Billy motioned you to breathe and you followed suit, it felt like you were the only two people in the hallway.  

“Y/N!” Robin pulled you, you snapped your head towards her as you listened to the principal again, but your heart is beating way too hard in your chest, it was almost bursting. Your eyes met Billy’s again as the words of the director rumbled through the hallways. 

“And the winner of the run for president of the student body is,” 

You almost didn’t hear the principal calling your name, part because your eyes were linked to Billy’s and it seemed like they drowned everything out. It’s a blur, you don’t even notice the screaming and how your friends were shaking you until Eddie literally tackled your body and huddled with your other friends, effectively tearing your gaze away from Billy. 

“YOU WON!” Eddie screamed and Robin jumped around while hugging Steve.  

You erupted in laughter as you hugged and kissed your friends before jumping around with Robin, celebrating as much as you could while people began to chant your name near you. Suddenly, you felt a strong pair of arms around your torso pulling you away, you were being scooped into a tight hug, spinning you around happily as people in the hallway clapped and cheered for you. 

You didn’t need to see his face to realize it was him who’d picked you up. You felt his broad shoulders as you draped your arms around his neck, the scent of salty air and beach wrapping around you as he held you tightly with a wide grin. It was only until he settled down, with you facing him, that you realized what you’d done. 

Billy’s grin faltered a bit, his cheeks flushing as he looked around and let go of your hips. He turned to the crowd, they were staring at him as if he was insane, they were still clapping and cheering but slower than before, your friends had frowned as they gazed at both of you, Robin disgusted while Steve in shock. Eddie thought, he had a knowing look. 

“THERE’S GOING TO BE A PARTY, PEOPLE,” Billy screamed with a wicked smile. “COME ON!” he growled once more as he began to celebrate with other people. 

People soon Billy’s action and the crowd began to roar, they celebrated amongst themselves about the party as Steve handed in the flyers for it. Billy then returned to you, he gazed at you for a second while you shook your head with a slight smile. 

“Nice save,” you muttered, trying not to seem so close to him.  

Billy smirked as he discretely pinched your butt softly, you yelped at his movement, swatting his arm away as you glared at him before you returned to your friends. Although, Billy still noticed how your lips quirked up at his action as he shook his head and went to class. 

Billy didn’t see you again throughout the day. He wanted to be selfish. If he was being honest, he would’ve wanted to pick you up from the floor in that hallway and take you to his Camaro, making you scream his name before you fell asleep together. Billy’s memories of you throughout that weekend play on repeat in his mind. How he’d woken up with the sun rising in the Quarry, your body warm and soft against his. How you peered up at him with flushed cheeks and a relaxed smile as he brushed the stray hairs from your face while placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

The weekend definitely changed whatever previous dynamic you’d held. 

It was deeper, more real than before. 

Billy now wondered if he would ever be expected to wake up alone again. He loved spending time with you, he realized that beneath your icy exterior, there was so much warmth inside of you that washed over Billy. He loved it, he loved wrapping himself around you, always touching you. Face buried on your neck while your hair repeatedly tickled his nose, arms wrapped around your waist, leaving you no choice but to tickle him to wriggle your way out of his arms. 

Therefore it wasn’t a surprise when he went to the mall, bought some flowers and then drove to your place at eleven that same night. He’d climbed to the rooms of a couple of girls before, but usually, there wasn’t any bouquet of flowers or tape that he had to hold in his mouth as he pulled himself up to the roof that covered the porch while he gazed at the neighboring houses to be sure that no one would call Hopper and report a house invasion if they saw him.

He grunted slightly as he pulled his body up and carefully made his way to your window, looking through it. Billy gazed at you, pajama shorts and a sweater as you wrote in your notebook time and time again. You were too focused on whatever you were doing to notice him, brows and nose scrunching up as you read what you’d written and began muttering it out loud.  

He realized then that there was nothing more for him, no one else could make him feel like he felt for you. You were it for him. 

Billy smiled softly and finally tapped on your window. You jumped slightly at the sound and you frowned as you stared at him, while you realized that there were his blue eyes staring at you from outside. Quickly, you looked back to your door and then ran towards the window, curling your fingers and pushing it up with caution, praying that it didn’t make too much noise. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed as you opened the window to Billy. 

“Didn’t let me celebrate with you,” Billy replied as he stepped into your room trying to be as careful as he possibly could. “I had to bring the celebration here,” he sighed as he leaned down to the roof and took the flowers, presenting them to you with tape wrapped with them. 

Your heart hammered in your chest as he presented the bouquet of lilies and the tape. He’d recalled that you’d told him that your father used to bring lilies home when he arrived from a long trip or sometimes without reason. He’d remembered. 

“Billy,” you sighed as you stepped closer to him while holding the Lillies with watery eyes. 

“I really wanted to be with you all day,” he murmured as he towered over you. 

His scent drove your senses wild as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It started soft, so soft that you wondered how Billy Hargrove, who could look so brute and harsh could be so delicate with you, so affectionate. One of his hands slid around to cup the back of your neck while you deepened the kiss. Your hands quickly draped over his shoulders, pressing yourself against him while he gripped the back of your thighs, lifted you, and let your legs wrap around his waist. 

It comes almost as muscle memory now, how it goes between the two of you. How he kissed you so deeply, how he felt so warm all the time, how his fingertips were the root of the goosebumps that covered your skin. You’re dizzy by the time you’d stopped kissing and Billy settled on your bed, his sitting down while you straddled his lap. 

Leaving the flowers on the edge of your bed, you pressed yourself harder against Billy while littering his face with soft pecks that made him hum contently. 

“Why can we just let this pointless rivalry go on?” you murmured against his lips, your fingertips caressing his face slightly. 

You knew you had to say it, you knew that you had to bring it up eventually because otherwise, Billy would go around thinking that nothing had changed, that you didn’t care for him as much as you actually did. 

“Baby,” Billy whined softly as he flushed his chest against yours. 

You nudged his nose softly with yours. “I told you I can’t, at least, not yet,” you replied. 

“Why?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

Billy didn’t want to pressure you on this, afraid that he might scare you off, and yet, he knew he could handle not being able to express how he felt for you for so long. At least, he believed, he needed to know what was happening in your mind. 

You stared at him softly through your lashes as you trailed your fingertips over his nose and cheekbones. With a sigh, you pressed your forehead against his. 

“I’m scared,” you whispered so softly that Billy thought he hadn’t heard correctly at first. 

“Of me?” 

“No!” you hurried, shaking your head. “I’m scared of how my step-father could react if he found out,” you stated, nuzzling your head on his neck, trying to avoid his gaze. 

Billy frowned slightly at the notion that the only thing that could be stopping you would be your stepfather. He wondered if he would feel the same if his father found out, but honestly, Neil would be amazed that Billy had managed to make someone like you notice him. 

“Are you scared of him?” he asked as he passed a hand through your hair. 

There was a beat of silence in the air for a second as your eyes wandered to the small box on your desk. 

“Have you fucked up so badly before that you feel out of breath when they walk into the room because they might point out anything that you’re currently doing wrong?” you explained. “Have you ever felt so tense that your body aches as soon as you relax when they’re gone?”

There was no emotion as you stated it; you’d been wasting your tears and feelings when you were alone. But feeling Billy tensing up as he heard you, made you want to weep. 

The answer was yes. 

“Hey,” Billy muttered softly as he cupped your face and turned your head so you were looking at him, leaning a bit on the bed so his eyes met yours. “What’s wrong?” he asked staring at you, while you were teary-eyed. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you murmured, seemingly holding back the tears. 

He couldn’t know, you weren’t ready. You’d been technically together for about five days, no one could know. Billy could see it, the walls standing strong in front of him as he gazed at you, he shook his head. 

“Then when?” 

You placed the heels of your hand on your eyes as if they could hide the tears that were brimming in your eyes. You believed that you were well past the tears when you realized the situation that you were in, and yet here you were holding them back so he couldn’t notice how much you were hurting. 

 “I don’t know but can you just trust me on this?” you stated as you stared at him softly. 

Billy sighed before leaning into you, pressing his lips against yours. 

“I get it, it’s annoying but I won’t force you to do anything if you’re not ready,” he agreed, glancing at your face with the most delicate features. 

“Thank you, 

You lifted your chin and pressed your lips against his. Billy kissed you tenderly in return, he snaked one arm around your waist, turning you around and placing you on your back as he continued to kiss you. If you’d kissed him that morning you met him, you wondered how much time would you have spent hating him. 

Not much, honestly. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Billy grounded against you. 

And then you heard the faint footstep of someone climbing the stairs, his footsteps. Billy felt your whole body tensing up and how your breath became shallow for a second. 

“y/n?” It’s Craig. 

Billy turned towards your door and then to you before you climbed down his lap and closed the window. Billy stayed still for a second, unsure how to react to the panic drawn on your face, and now that you’d closed the only way he had to go out. Your eyes widened as you saw him waiting for you. 

“Shit, shit,” you muttered as you pulled Billy to the floor. “Hide underneath my bed, quick,” you ordered him as you jumped to your bed and tried to put your papers on the bed. 

Billy simply nodded as he laid down and rolled under your bed as you asked him to. By the time Craig opened the door, you’re sitting on your bed, re-reading one of your last drafts. 

“What are you doing?” Craig asked harshly as he curiously gazed at you and your room. 

He had been in a bad mood with you in the morning, especially when he noticed the pink slip on Emily’s backpack that mentioned that she’d been late one morning. He hadn’t been too kind to you after that but hadn’t done anything about it. 

“Practicing my speech for Friday,” you explained. 

The dullness in your voice made Billy frown as he waited patiently under the bed. He also realized that he didn’t particularly found pleasing Craig’s tone with you. Billy had never seen him and you hadn’t told Billy much about him, the only information he had was that you were somehow and for some reason scared of him, maybe he was strict. 

He hoped it was that. 

“Thought I heard you talking,” Craig muttered uninteresting as he eyed your room, he still had a glimpse of suspicion in his gaze but you refused to give in. 

“No, sir.”

He nodded curtly. “I’m going to sleep, is everything ready for tomorrow? I don’t want your sister being late again,” he stated through gritted teeth. 

You rolled your eyes at what’d happened. It wasn’t that you meant for it to happen, it slipped. “I told you that I had,” you began, annoyance dripping from your voice but then Craig’s voice ripped through your words. 

“Excuse me?” he roared as he watched you with flared nostrils. 

You held your breath for a moment, waiting for him to do something and praying that Billy wouldn’t pop out of your bed. Billy’s hands quickly turned to fists, holding them so hard that he was sure crescent moons would appear on his palms as soon as he let go. 

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” you muttered. 

Craig nodded. “Fucking hope so,” he said. “Good night,”

“Good night,” you replied. 

Billy waited until Craig’s footsteps sound far enough away before he climbed out of your bed as you slumped on your bed, covering your face with your hands. It hadn’t been enough for him to know about what had happened, your relationship with Craig, how he abused you, you had never shared so much. No one had been close enough to you for them to know anything about Craig, your ex had only found out because he’d been almost a witness to what had happened.

“I don’t like the way he talks to you,” Billy stated as he sat down on the bed next to you while his hand climbed to your leg up and down, caressing your skin. 

“Don’t pay attention to him,” you sighed as you uncovered your face and moved to the side so Billy could lie down next to you. Billy took his jacket off and laid down next to you. 

He turned to his side as his hand continued to caress your skin while his eyes burn the side of your head. He watched you so carefully that you were afraid that he might read you, that he might find out. 

“Has he ever done anything to you?” he asked. 

It was never too far from Billy’s realm of possibility, with his father he knew what might happen to anyone else. It still made him sick to think that someone could harm him. 

You shifted on your bed, quickly draping yourself onto his chest before you kissed his pec softly over his shirt. Billy’s lips quirked as you looked up at him through your lashes. Billy rolled his eyes, leaned over, and kissed your lips softly. He brushed his fingers over your hair, smoothing it back off of your face. He was waiting for an answer but by the way, you’re avoiding the topic, he believed that it wouldn’t be something to talk about today. 

“Come here,” you muttered before you climbed from his chest and pressed yourself to him, kissing him harder. 

Billy relaxed as you climbed over him. Your lips left his as you pressed open-mouthed kisses on his jaw and then on his throat, moving your mouth down to the curve of his shoulder and back up to his jaw. Billy grounded himself against you, his hands lifting up to your chest before going back to your hips, holding you down so you could feel how hard he was already. You whimpered. 

“Baby,” you breathed out. “If you don’t stop, I,”

You gasped as Billy’s hand slipped into your underwear, sliding his fingers along your folds. 

 “Sh darling,” he cooed. “You have to be very quiet,”

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author's note: honestly, november has been a bit of a shitty month for me so sorry for the delay. I hope you're enjoying our section of 'fucking like rabbits and try to have a healthy relationship'. Let's see how long it lasts (it won't last too long sorry) . thank you as always for your support. you make me really really happy

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[galaxyedging]

Max Phillips x f!reader (written in the third person)

For the Haunted Hoedown using the randomly generated prompts: Mythology/monsters and “you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

Warnings: Dubcon. P in V sex. Face riding. Slight monster fucking.

TW: allusions to sexual assault.

WC:2.4k

Feeding Time

Being out of work doesn't suit Max at all. He needs to be busy. Not using his keen business skills just seems like a waste. He feels like the star played out with an injury.

It's frustrating as fuck. The other downside is that he had to hunt for his meals and that's just a pain in the ass. It's not like he doesn't enjoy the hunt itself. Especially the part where they are screaming and begging and he just gets to overpower them. Max has been overpowering before. He was overruled and kicked out of college. He should be a little grateful now, as he'll never be the victim again.

The ass aching part comes in the form of CCTV and disposing of the bodies. Normally, corporate would deal with that for him. On his own, he had to be careful, vary the places he grabs people from, avoid cameras, and never feed too close to home. Not for the first time Max wonders what it would have been like to be alive centuries ago like in the movies. Roaming around fog clouded villages at night. Ripping the throats out of anyone he pleased. The thought of it made him need to adjust himself in his pants.

That's one of the things they don't tell you about you turn, how fucking horny feeding can make you. Sometimes that first burst of blood on his tongue has him standing to attention in a second. There have been times where he's had to stop drain victims so he can fuck the ache away before finishing. No one needs a distraction like that when they are eating. There's an added bonus of the blood tasting more full bodied if he makes them come. With this in mind he decides that he's going to indulge his other appetite tonight before he feeds.

Turning away from the bar, he plants his feet either side of his barstool. His long legs are open, highlighting the significant bulge in his suit pants. Maybe that will do some of the work for him. Max isn't picky when it comes to partners at all, any hole's a goal, but no one he sees tickles his fancy. Too lost in scanning the crowd he doesn't notice the act setting up on the small stage to his left. Until she starts to sing. All his attention is drawn to her. The way her lips move as she produces the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The way her fingers adeptly pluck the strings on her guitar. He can't help but wonder what other talents her pretty mouth and skilled fingers have. The mental image of her on her knees, his length in he'd mouth and her fingers teasing his asshole has him hard and straining against his expensive designer underwear.

The night passes so goddamn slowly, the sound of her melodious voice has had him on edge for hours. He briefly thought about taking the edge off with the red head that's been buzzing around him like the flies around the drip trays in this dive. No, she wouldn't do, he needed his pretty little songbird. Finally, everyone left and he compelled the owner to go home leaving the keys with him.

"Wow. You are talented." He ladles enthusiasm over his words. Surely stroking the artist's ego should get him somewhere.

"Er..thank you. Where did Mike go?" She looked around the now empty bar.

"He had to run. He left these with me to lock up. Mike and I are old friends. I'm Max by the way." He held out his hand.

It was almost warm with the way she had the limited blood in his body singing. It had been harmonising with her all night. Shaking it she gave him her name.

"I've been barely about to take my eyes off you all night, your performance I mean. Do you have a manager?" After she shook his hand he didn't step away.

He stayed in her space. He could feel the discomfort coming off of her in waves. He didn't want to use his powers on her. He wanted to do this the old fashioned way. Max was nothing if not charming. He could definitely woo a timid little thing's legs open.

"No, I don't." She sidestepped out of the space he had her held in.

"Well, I just so happen to be a business manager…." He slipped a card from his pocket to hand to her.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for a manager but I'll keep you in mind." She plastered a polite smile on her face.

At this point Max realised that she wasn't interested in him at all. She wasn't timid, she was scared. She wasn't nervous about the handsome man flirting with her, she was worried about being alone with a strange man. For a fleeting moment Max felt bad for her. Only for a moment.

"Hey, why don't you let me buy you a drink? As a thank you for the wonderful entertainment." He smiled brightly at her as she tried to quickly pack up her things.

"I have an early start. I really shouldn't." With her case in her hand she made for the door.

Stepping in her path he added. "Just one?"

Her eyes were filled with panic, he could taste the fear in her blood.

"Just one. Then I have to go." She told him.

Max had seen this dance a hundred times. The guy coming on too strong. The girl trying to find an out that wouldn't anger him. Normally, he'd swoop in. Kill the guy, fuck the girl. They were all so grateful when he made a show of running the guy out of the bar. After draining the guy in some dark spot he'd bring the girl back there and rail her with the asshole's blood throbbing through his cock. It was his own dirty little secret.

As she tried to seem like she was comfortable in his company, but not too comfortable as to lead him on, he could see her checking her phone.

"Something important?" Max didn't know what had come over him tonight. He wasn't usually an asshole about these things. Even for a killer he had standards.

"My roommate. She'll worry if I'm late. She gets off her shift at the same time." She's making sure he knows someone will miss her.

"Well, text her. Tell her you're safe with Mike's friend Max." He lay his hand just close enough to hers on the bar to make her shudder.

She must have heard that a million times. The nice guy routine.

"She doesn't like to be alone. I should go. You can lock up, right?" She makes to grab her guitar case but Max is quicker. He holds it at his side just out of her reach.

"Come on. I've waited all night. I watched your show. I just want to talk. You can give me that, at least." He laughs as he steps closer.

That is when she runs, she's halfway to the door when Max reaches out with his powers. She turns on her heels under his influence. Her skirt swishes over her thighs as he makes her walk back to him. As soon as she's in reach Max has her pinned to the bar. His mouth assaults hers as his hand grope her tits through the soft cotton of her dress. As he goes to trail his fingers up her trembling thighs to her core a thought tugs at the corner of his thoughts. He pushes it away as he pushes two fingers inside of her.

It's her whimpers that have then thought tugging at him again.

'No. I don't do this. I never force them. I only take them if they want it.'

Suddenly her hips begin to move, she rides his fingers and kisses him back with enthusiasm.

His head feels dizzy. Nausea swirls in his stomach. He feels tired in a way he hasn't since he was human. It's bone deep and makes him want to drop to his knees.

All the time she's still been kissing him like she's hungry for him. Pulling away she looks deep into his eyes. The fear in them has gone. "You wanted a challenge. So I gave you one."

His feet move of their own accord as she leads him to sit in a booth. She slides into his lap and twirls his short curls around her fingers.

"Poor Max. All frustrated from not working. Not being stimulated enough." Her fingers undo the buttons of his crisp shirt as she speaks. Her hands push it off his shoulders before roaming his chest. "I can stimulate you, Max." With that she licks a wide strip over his nipple before biting it.

Max hisses and his cock jumps against her. "I thought you'd like my little scenario. I didn't figure you for such a gentleman. I knew I like you." Her hands are at his belt now.

Max tries to talk, to move an inch, nothing. He's completely frozen as she takes his rock hard cock out. She hums approvingly as she pumps it a few times, smearing his precum over it.

"So pretty. I've seen you around. We share a hunting ground apparently. I've been living off of scraps. Two pump chumps that barely give me anything. I think you actually drained a few once I was done with them. Then I saw you." Standing for a moment she strips herself bare. Max can't help but notice how everything about her that made her pretty is now magnified. She is absolutely stunning. Her clear skin glows. Her soft hair shines. Her curves are so inviting. "All that supernatural strength. I bet you can feed me for hours. Look how hard this pretty cock is. I bet I could ride this for hours, couldn't I?"

Max would love to tell her that she's right but still he can't speak. He looks forward to showing her as she returns to his lap and sinks down onto him. Unfortunately, all it takes is him bottoming out for him to come. He cunt is warm and silky in a way he's never felt before. It's all too much after all the build up.

As his useless seed spurts into her she lets out an inhuman roar. "Oh, yes, Max!" She bounces on his cock a little, milking every drop with her tight channel.

"There we are, still hard for me. Such a good boy." A few more bounces of her hips and she comes hard. Max worried that she might actually break his cock off with the way her pussy contracts around him. She screams his name as her whole body convulses. Max has never experienced anything like it before.

She's still riding him as she pants out "Oh. You are perfect.”

Max wants to tell her the same. Fuck his head spins and his cock throbs. He still can't move. It should scare him but it doesn't all he wants to do is rise up and fuck her like he wants to.

"You too." He manages to get out. That stops her in her tracks. He shouldn't be able to fight her influence. His strength arouses her further. For a moment she lets her control drop just to see what he'll do. In a whirlwind of movement her bare chest is slammed into the wooden table in front of her. Max is behind her. His cock spears her in place as he thrusts like the wild creature that he is. Speaking of which, when he drags her body flush to his to she sees the hands at her chest grow more claw-like. Her hand threading into his hair reveals horns protruding from his temple.

"Max!" She cries as he hits the right spot, his cock feeling even longer and thicker than it did before. "Let me see you."

Max barely pulls out before he spins her shoving her ass up onto the table and fills her again.

She squeals in delight as he splits her open again. "Oh. You are beautiful." She traced the veins on his skin.

Coming over him again, she undergoes her own transformation. Her skin shimmers with a blue glittery glow. Her eyes become a vivid seafoam green.

"A m-mermaid?" Max stutters out as he carries on fucking her deep. The table shakes with the power of his thrusts. His pants and moans almost drown out the sound of the table creaking. He's so close he can feel it at the base of his spine. It fuels the movement of his hips driving them forward and deeper into her incredible cunt. It's so wet and warm, he wants to stay in it for the rest of his life. His groans, as he blows his load again, are silenced by her lips on his. Max almost gets his wish about being buried in her for the rest of his life as her kiss draws out his life force. His softening cock slips out of her as he weakens and falls to his knees. Her lips cling to his until he's sprawled on the floor. He feels his immortality slipping away. Just as he thinks death might retake the eternal life it gave him, she releases him. Crawling up his lifeless body, she straddles his face. Their combined spend dips down his cheeks as he lays there clinging on to life.

"Mermaids are so old hat. The only people that fish those waters are the descendants of those smart enough to survive the sirens attack. The smarter amongst us evolved. They bred with incubus and other creatures, until they could walk on land and feed on more than flesh." As she speaks, she drags her folds over his profile. His perfect curved nose nudges her clit over and over. "I could feed off of you forever. I could fuck you and fed off the energy it creates. Unlike the humans you'd survive. Barely. Sorry about that." Her hands come down to grip his horns as she grinds her clit on his plush lips. "But don't worry Max. I'll take care of you." His juices burst against his slack mouth as she quivers through her orgasm. All Max can do is lie there as her release drips onto his tongue "I'll feed you up and get you strong again because you are mine, whether you agree or not."

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I wasn't so frustrated anymore, I went well all the way and told the staff that I was transgender and gay, but not yet pregnant. In fact, I haven't done the test yet, I didn't have time to do it, I went everywhere, including the hotel room and the sauna room, but only in the bathtub where I sat with a bomb foam machine and most of the time I fell asleep there until Jon, Max, Ollie or my alarm clock woke me up I didn't have to, I can always sleep well there, it calms me down, especially after stressful days.

"Jesus, I left my test behind" I zipped up my jeans, which had been tight lately. "How is your test, my son?" Dad looked at me, I was shocked and confused and gave him a stupid answer. "I was invited to a quiz show test." ,,I think Lando, you will fail at the first geography or history question because you are not the smartest boy in the world, your IQ is also 110." "Good no pregnancy test, I think I'm pregnant by Ollie." I knew, I knew, I shouldn't have done that, dad has no idea what I'm going through right now and he doesn't need to know about it. "Let's leave it to your mother's, not your resort." "Are you pregnant? You're already a boy." "No, I'm not the girl, I was just born in the wrong body and there's a long road ahead of me and behind me, I'm sorry to say this only now, but I'm transgender and gay." "I believe, go ahead, the reporters are waiting, you are third."

"I'm the third, should I take this as cash now?" I looked at the camera that took me, I couldn't believe it and nothing was going to work out as described in the ledger, now third place. "Lando are you okay?" You almost cry.” "Of course, of course Max, I just can't believe what I've heard. Tomorrow I'll start from third place, now if you'll excuse me, not only is the press waiting, but I can finally take care of my ongoing business."

"Lando!!!! Wait, current affairs, what do you mean?” I ran after him, breathless, when I asked all the existing reporters around, they said they had already given interviews. "Oscar, haven't you seen your teammate? Nothing." I saw that he had his hands in front of his mouth and was crying. He shakes something again and again, I went there and hugged him. "Is there a problem Bob? What is it in the beginning? it smells like urine, I mean it." "I'm pregnant, I can't believe I'm slipping in." It says I'm pregnant and 3-4 weeks old. Shouldn't I be seeing a gynecologist, Max?" He shook his head and still started to see this, my blood ran cold, I thought it was just a joke, he was joking, he told me the truth for the first time, and I have since supported him in everything he does, no matter what. "Well, come here, my old warrior friend, there's nothing wrong. I will stand by your side even if the evil gynecologists have a good laugh and send you to the end of the world on vacation in sunscreen and swimming trunks." I saw that faint but tiny Lando Norris smile in his eyes, I knew he had to cheer him up, he was spoiled.

"Yes, thank you" I put down the microphone and followed them in my racing clothes, only to see that Lando was begging for something. "Max? Here…” I’m pregnant Ollie slipped in, you get it!!!!!” Lando gasped and knelt on his stomach. Almost on the spot I collapsed from the pain. "I understand, but why? I'm just worried about you, man. During the winter break, you won't be seen or heard, and I called you so that if you're already here, come to us, but you're going to pick up that fucking phone, fuck you!!!!!" I walked up to him and slapped him and showed him my middle finger. ,,What???? Damn you Osc!!!!! I pour my heart out to you and you answer like that, you're a fucking Australian!!!!" "Here??? How are you talking to me you bastard Bristrol fuck!!!!” "Nana, stop it!!!!! Now I don't know who you are, but this seems to me like gay snogging." "Lando kissed me!!!!" "And you are my boyfriend!!!!" "Who the fuck is exciting my dick then and there I roared into you Lando, understand, it was more than just a kiss for me, you see." I went over to him and put my fluffy lips to Lando's, whose lips were a little wetter but softer and I kissed him. "Oscar, fuck Lando!!!" "Ollie!!!!"

"Wait for it!!!!" I ran drunkenly through the crowd after Ollie, "Ollie, please, it's not what it seems." "Why are you walking behind my back with Osacar? You're a bastard from Bristol, you've managed to prove it again." He tore the test out of my hand and threw it away, presented it to me, and then ran away. ,,Fuck!!!!!!!! My test is now the fucking half-pedock will know the truth.” "Lando, we saw that Ollie was said to be immature and an Essex monkey in a relationship. That's what all his exes have said about him so far." "It's not about that, fuck you, it's about the fact that I'm pregnant for you. Max is my baby's father and he flunked the test, which indicates that he's an immature dick and I still thought I loved Ollie. Where the hell did I go wrong and how can I fix our relationship because of the bean?" "You saw this, I don't know, friend, I think if you both look at yourselves, you will figure it out and I suggest you talk it over." "I don't think it's going to work because of the kiss, maybe I'll have to raise the little one alone, and I've just started to have feelings about this matter, what should happen, should I end it or not, if not, what a scandal it will be, should I give it up for adoption, if so, where?" ? But will I be able to raise him and how much help will I get? The whole thing is complicated for you.” Burying my face in my palms, I started sobbing, my body was shaking, I didn't know who to turn to and when I should say this, and I was afraid of how big of a scandal this would be.

,,Whose is this?" I walked back and saw that Lando was crying a lot, "What did you and Carlos get together with?" "I've only known since yesterday that you don't mess with him." "We really couldn't agree on anything except that mine is my test." "Lando, are you pregnant by whom?" He started sniffing, he leaned his head on me again, his lips wanted to form words but his brain forbade him, I started stroking his badger hair to comfort him. But there was no other way, and his brain buried it in a deep, very deep place, a mournful place from which he can only return in his nightmares. "From Ollie and I think it's over because of an idiotic kiss that only lives in Oscar's mind that he and I are an idyllic couple who will get married next year. That's not true, he's just an old friend of mine and my teammate, I don't want to fight with him, I think it's disgusting." "Well, Lando licked back that certain ice cream, you went with your teammate at that age too and we sat here and cried about how Danny was the last one to throw for a girl." ,,Congratulations Lando" ,,Thank you on his behalf Cheko" ,,I know more..." ,,Is Max sleeping?" I kissed his hair and he drooled so much that he fell asleep, I smiled, I could always stand it when Lando was sleeping, he's the cutest in the field.

[ineedtosleep-taylorsversion]

VERY FIRST THREAD FROM TWITTER!!

TW: MC death (kinda?), injury, car crash, lmk if there is anything else.

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Crimeboys au where Tommy finally got his driver’s license, and was very excited to show off his fucking amazing skills to Wilbur.

After what felt like relentless begging on his part, Tommy finally convinced Wil to go on a drive with him. 

Getting in the car, Tommy waited for Wilbur. /Why was Wil taking so long?/ Tommy thought absentmindedly. 

What felt like in the blink of an eye Wilbur was out of the house and getting in the car.

“It’s about time dickhead.”

Wilbur only rolled his eyes and buckled up. 

It had been agreed earlier that they would just go for a drive, with no real destination in mind. 

Tommy put the car in reverse, and began driving, looking at Wilbur every now and then out of the corner of his eye to see his reaction to his incredible driving.

“Hey, Wil?”

“Yeah, gremlin child?”

“AYE, I’m a big man! Anyway, put some music on, man!”

With that, Wilbur blasted music out of the speakers, and Tommy yelled the lyrics alongside Wilbur. 

It was just like they had done as kids when Phil was driving them around.

They had been driving for only about 15 minutes when it started raining, and at first it just added to the whole vibe of the drive, but then it started really pouring.

The windshield wipers were going at max speed, but Tommy still couldn’t fully see. 

Tommy looked over to Wilbur who seemed relatively calm about the whole situation, but he had been pretty calm about everything for a few weeks now. 

He couldn’t even remember what made Wil so chill. He used to be so worried about Tommy’s every move.

“Wil, the roads are getting really slippery. I don’t know how to deal with this.” Tommy felt his voice shake slightly, but couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

He was *scared*. He didn’t know what to do.

“It’s alright Toms, you got this. Go on this road and over a bridge then there is a pitstop you can go to and wait out the rain.”

Tommy nodded and went towards the road, but the turn was just too sharp. The water on the road didn’t allow the tires to get enough traction as he slid towards the bridge. 

The breaks weren’t working and he was gaining speed. Tommy couldn’t even turn the car to keep on the road. 

They were headed towards the rails of the bridge.

“WILBUR! HELP ME!” Tommy felt tears stream down his face. 

“Oh, Tommy. I can’t. I’m sorry. You know I’m not actually here anymore.”

“WIL YOU AREN’T MAKING SENSE. JUST HELP ME.”

“Tommy…”

At that moment the car crashed through the rails, and the car went soaring into the coursing river below.

“Wil, Wil, Wil, help me man.”

The car hit the river, and the airbags blew up. Tommy felt light headed from the impact, and could feel blood trickle out of his nose. 

Wilbur didn’t seem affected at all.

“Just think about it, please. We both know I’ve been gone for a few weeks. I’ve been gone since November 16th. I’m nothing but your memories.” 

Tommy struggled with his seatbelt, but it wouldn’t unbuckle. Water started leaking into the car as it sank under the water. 

“Wilbur. Wilby, please.” He was out of breath at this point.

“The explosion, Tommy, it killed me. I’m not real, you are just imagining me. I love you so much, but you have to let me go if you want to live. I can’t escape from this vehicle.”

“I-“ Tommy knew. Deep down, he knew Wilbur was gone. It was difficult to process he was gone, and Techno and Phil would always give him a strange look when he would talk about Wilbur. He now knew why. 

“But I miss you so much.”

“I know, but I’m still with you, and I’m not in pain from my injuries anymore. I love you, Tom.”

“I love you too, Wil.”

Tommy cried as Wilbur disappeared.

The seatbelt finally unbuckled, and Tommy broke the car window to get out.

The river was so cold, and the currents were fighting against him.

He was about to give up when he saw a rescuer dive into the water. Tommy swam towards the person, letting them hold him and swim the both of them up to the surface.

Tommy closed his eyes as he mourned his big brother. 

[writing-rat]

Caught

Pairing: Gabbi Broussard x Eleanor Levetan

Content Warning: 18+ content, masturbation, degradation, strap-ons, vaginal sex

Word Count: 1235

Summary: Gabbi gets caught masturbating by Eleanor... to Eleanor's instagram posts

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Gabbi was bored, extremely bored. It was Summer and her brother was away. Eleanor was busy at tennis camp with Drea, who were friends still. She was happy about that admittedly as she knew that Drea and Eleanor were able to forgive each other and it had taught them both lessons. This led to Gabbi being alone, however. Sure, Eleanor did come over every weekend, but her parents were away, and there was only so much she could do. That’s when she went on Instagram, to check her girlfriend’s Instagram post. That’s when she saw a new post. It was a photo of Eleanor in basketball shorts, and it was either a sports bra or a crop top but it revealed her girlfriend’s boxers. She gulped as she kept swiping on the 5 image post. It was of her girlfriend playing mostly, but there were 2 where she was posing, and showing off her muscles. Gabbi gulped as she stayed in her bed, looking at the time. It was Friday, her girlfriend was coming at 3 pm. She decided she had time to masturbate since it was 1 pm after all.

She was laid down in her bed, soon propping herself up as she took off her own shorts, leaving her in just boxers and a sports bra. She then reached down into her boxers, slowly starting to bring her other hand up to her breast. She had positioned the phone so she could still see Eleanor’s Instagram post. She moaned lightly as she was rubbing herself at first, tugging on her own nipples. She was opening her legs the widest they could go, as she felt how wet she was. She was soon starting to enter a finger into herself slowly. She moaned lightly as she was looking intently at the post before she was using her mind. She imagined what she would do with Eleanor. She could be on top of her, fingering her or maybe using her dildo, fucking her hard. The last thought made her enter a second finger as her thumb rubbed her clit. “Fuck,” she moaned out quietly, throwing her head back. “Eleanor,” she grunted out as she was arching her back, her fingers finding her soft spot. She was soon starting to feel her orgasm coming on, before she saw a figure in her doorway, staring with a bright red face and an open mouth. Gabbi’s eyes were glazed over in lust as she was looking at her girlfriend, her voice becoming raspier.

Obeying, Eleanor went over as she was following her commands. She hated being in control after all. Sure, she loved it when she destroyed Carissa, Max and Drea, but after how she treated Drea and Gabbi during that time frame she didn’t want to ruin anything. She was soon over to the bed, waiting for more commands. “Was you perving on me?” Gabbi growled out. Gulping, Eleanor looked down at her with lust-filled eyes and was nodding. “I-I just walked in here thinking you would be napping or reading or watching a Goddard film but I didn’t expect you to be… you know. So I just stood there for a dew second listening before I heard my name,” she explained, which caused Gabbi to smirk. “Get on the bed now, head between thighs and praise your master,” Gabbi growled out. Eleanor blushed, gulping and quickly obeyed.

She started by kissing Gabbi’s inner thighs 2 times before she was licking Gabbi. Gabbi let out a groan of pleasure as she threaded her fingers through Eleanor’s hair, who whimpered as she was licking more eagerly. She was soon looking up into Gabbi’s eyes. “Can I touch myself, master?” Eleanor asked. Gabbi pretended to be in thought. “Do you deserve it?” She asked Eleanor, looking back into her eyes. “Yes! Yes, I do. I will do anything for you!” Eleanor begged. “Good girl. When I think of something, you have to do it. Got it? Now keep licking whore,” Gabbi growled out. Eleanor nodded as she was shoving her hand down her shorts, licking Gabbi like a starved dog. She was eager to please after all. She soon entered her tongue. Since Gabbi was so close before she saw Eleanor, she came quickly. Eleanor soon cleaned her up as she looked up at Gabbi, waiting for more commands.

“All fours now,” she demanded. Eleanor immediately did as told as she felt her shorts and boxers get yanked on. That’s when her bra came off too. Gabbi was behind her before she got a blindfold and put it on Eleanor. “You are gonna be used by me, and you won’t know what will happen,” Gabbi spoke, reaching into a drawer. She proceeded to grab her harness and then her dildo and connected them together. She soon grabbed a gag and put it on Eleanor who let out a surprised muffle. She was allowing it though, trusting Gabbi. Soon, she felt the tip of something rub along her back. She then realised what it was once she felt something trail up her back. It was a whip. She blushed, then let out a moan once her ass was whipped. She threw her head forwards, her moan was muffled sure, but it was still loud. “This is your punishment for being a little pervert,” Gabbi explained, a sadistic look in her eye. She knew Eleanor couldn’t see it, but she didn’t care. She then started to enter into her pussy gently, feeling how stretched she was. “You’ve been masturbating, hm?” She smirked as she was thrusting into her gently at first. Eleanor nodded as she was widening her legs so Gabbi could thrust better. Gabbi knew what she did, as she spanked Eleanor’s ass before she was thrusting into her harder. A muffled cry came out of the taller girl’s mouth, still muffled. Gabbi knew she loved it, however, as the taller girl was going hard and rough with her, moaning too as the toy was touching her clit. She was gripping her sides as she was rubbing her side with one hand, one hand trailing down to her breast and was rubbing her nipple. Eleanor was leaned into the touch as she loved how Gabbi was treating her. She felt dehumanised, which she didn’t mind.

She was soon getting close as she was gripping onto the bed. Eleanor leaned more into the strap showing she was close, which caused Gabbi to smirk. “Want to cum?” she teased, moaning herself as her clit was pushed against. Eleanor nodded, needily. Gabbi was thinking before she smirked. “You may cum,” she then added on. Eleanor gasped as she soon came all over the strap, pushing harder against it. Gabbi panted as she was soon cumming too, but kept thristing hard into the taller. The smaller was soon holding her gently, keeping the strap in. She was taking off her blindfold and gag as Eleanor winced at the bright light before she looked at Gabbi and smiled. “Thank you,” she spoke, wiping the saliva off of the sides of her mouth and kissed Gabbi gently. Gabbi smiled as she held her close and kissed back. “It’s no problem love,” she spoke gently and cuddled her. “We can clean up later, I just want to cuddle you now,” Gabbi added on. Eleanor nodded and closed her eyes as she was just wanting to nap anyway.