#I'd be interested to see other suggestions too

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Never Have I Ever // Jey Uso x Reader

Author's Note -> So I had this interesting little idea and figured I'd write it out for y'all... not sure how I feel about it yet but lmk if you like it 🤭 Oh! I have a masterlist now too, so you can check out some other stories I did recently :) happy reading!

Plot -> An innocent game leads to a new first, and new love.

Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Drinking, Cursing, Hickies, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.3k

Game Night. The one night a month where you, Josh, Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina could have a night to yourselves. No kids, no wrestling events to stress over, just drinks and quality time with your people. You met them through work, and although you were part of the production crew you ended up clicking with them right away. Whenever you all were inevitably on the road for shows, you traveled together, stayed at the same hotel, ventured the cities together, you had basically become part of the family.

Game Night originally started as a couples get-together for Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina but seeing as you and Josh were always around they happily extended the invitation to you two, despite both of you being single.

You were close with everybody in the group, but yours and Josh’s relationship was by far closer than the relationships you had with the others. Josh was the first WWE superstar to greet you on your first day on the job, showing you around and helping you get acclimated to your new work environment. Within the span of a couple weeks he was inviting you to family events, and the rest is history.

After helping yourself to a mixed drink in Joe and Galina's kitchen, you made your way back to the living room where everyone was congregated as they were trying to figure out the next game to play. “Why don’t we spice it up?” Trin suggested, “how about a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“Jesus, Trin. What are we, high schoolers?” You chimed in, “Might as well get a bottle out and start spinning it too.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, live a little,” she teased, “Sounds to me like you’ve got some secretssss!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Start already, before you kill my buzz.” 

One by one everyone started taking turns going in a circle stating things they hadn’t done before; some sexual, some embarrassing, and some targeted to get certain players to put their fingers down. After a few rounds everyone in the group only had one finger remaining, and it was your turn. All you had to do was give one confession and everybody would be out of the game, making you the winner. You being as competitive as you were, you saved the best one for last. And you knew it would get everyone out. “Okay umm,” you paused dramatically even though you knew what you were going to say, “Never have I ever… received head.”

You smiled triumphantly as one by one, the group started putting down their fingers. Choruses of “Wowww, you had to go there,” “That’s so unfair,” and strings of curses came from everybody. Everybody except Josh.

“Nah, uce. That means nobody wins. Ma, the whole point of the game is to say somethin’ you haven’t done. You gotta put a finger down.”

“I know the rules, Josh,” you retorted, “I did say something I haven’t done. Which means I win.” “Wait, wait, wait. Girl, you’ve never had a man eat you out?” Trin asked shocked, her question making everyone realize what you had just said.

Josh interjects before you can respond, seemingly annoyed, “She has, Trin, she’s bullshittin’ rn. Because there ain’t no way-”

“There is a way, Josh, because it hasn’t happened. I’ve never had a man go down on me.”

Waves of shock cascaded across the room at your response. How could you go your entire adult life without getting your pussy eaten? It’s actually fairly easy,  just sleep with shitty dudes that don’t wanna reciprocate and there you have it. You’ve experimented a little bit within your sex life, but something as elementary as getting head was something you had yet to check off your bucket list? You can’t really blame everyone for being so surprised about it, shit you probably would be too if you were in their shoes. It seemed like with every second the group sat with this new revelation more and more questions were getting asked, almost an overwhelming amount.

“Okay okay chill, damn. Didn’t realize I was playing ‘truth or dare’ all of a sudden,” you joked before shifting to a more serious tone, “But yes, I’ve sucked dick before. Yes, I’ve been fingered. No, I’m not bullshitting. And yes, my taste in men is ass. Haven’t found a single one that wants to go down on me, yet they expect me to go down on them. Crazy I know, but it is what it is. Men ain’t shit apparently. Now there, did I cover everything?”

“So…,” Jon piped up, “What the fuck y’all be doin’ then? Just straight to pound town and that’s it? No warm up?”

“Pound town is crazyyyy,” you laughed, “But not exactly. Actually, I can break down every time I’ve ever had sex with somebody. It all follows the same steps: kiss on each other for a bit, take all our clothes off, I’ll suck his dick, we fuck, he cums, and then it’s over with.”

“Wait, girl, are you saying you’ve never cum during sex? If that’s what you’re saying honey, I’m sorry, but we gotta find you a fuckin’ man. No more of these boys that you’re messin’ with.” Galina asked.

“Oh, no, I have before. Just a handful of times though, most of the time I’ve gotta finish myself off after. Can’t really expect me to finish if you don’t warm me up a bit, you know?” You responded.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with this generation? Giving your girl head should be a requirement, these boys you’re fuckin’ with are weird as fuck, Y/N, my girl’s right. We gotta find you a real man,” Joe stated.

“Oh, trust me, I agree with y’all. It’s why I just stopped having sex altogether; Imma have to finish myself off anyways, might as well not waste my time.”

“Y/N, babes, how fuckin’ long has it been since you’ve gotten dick?” Trin asked, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“Um…” Wow, you really had to think about it. “If I remember right, then around Christmas time…” “Oh, so less than a year then. For a second there I thought-”

“Of 2022,” you interrupted. Man, if earlier was chaotic, this new confession was fucking bedlam. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, except Josh, who had stayed silent and kept his eyes locked on you throughout this entire exchange. 

“Alright, alright, yes I get it. It’s insane, I know. It is what it is, I guess. But as much as I’d love to continue sharing about my travesty of a sex life, I desperately need another drink. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” Everyone started listing their drink of choice, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all, until Josh spoke for the first time since your revelation.

“I’ll just come with you, seems like everybody needs something right now. You’re gonna need help carrying everyone’s shit.” You smiled at him, silently thanking him, but he didn’t say a word- he just followed closely behind you to the kitchen. You immediately went into bartender mode, making everyone’s drinks to bring back to the living room, but Josh stood still watching you from the entryway of the kitchen- still not talking.

“Hey, Josh, you mind helping me make a couple drinks real quick? I need some help over here,” you chuckled, but stopped when you noticed he wasn’t responding and turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you not getting your needs met? You know I would’ve helped you out, ma,” Josh asked, closing the distance between you two.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning back to finish making everyone’s drinks. “Helped me? What does that even mean? Look, I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, so can we put this convo on the back burner until the night is over with? Good, now help me carry these drinks back to the living room, would you?” You sighed, grabbing a few cups before brushing past him to head back to the group- leaving Josh alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

After a couple more games and a few more drinks, it was time for everyone to head out for the night. You rode to Joe’s house with Josh, who you hadn’t talked to since the conversation earlier in the kitchen. You were crashing there for the night, 1. Because you knew you’d have a drink too many and wouldn’t be able to drive, and 2. Because staying over at each others’ houses was a common occurrence nowadays. You both said your goodbyes to the group and headed back to his place. The car ride was silent, neither of you talking to the other and only the low hum of whatever songs were on Josh’s playlist. You stared out of the window the whole car ride, watching the blur of the city lights pass by and replaying you two’s conversation in your head over and over. What did he mean by, “I would’ve helped you out?” How would he have helped you?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the car pulling into Josh’s driveway and being put in park. Josh got out quickly, while you sat for a second to let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, here goes nothing.

You got inside and went to take your jacket and shoes off, barely getting yourself situated before Josh spoke.

“So, are you ready to talk about it now or are you just not gonna address it?” Sigh, here we go.

“What is there to address, huh? All I did was tell the truth, I haven’t had a guy go down on me before. I don’t really understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you should’ve told me about this a long time ago,” Josh replied, “If you had told me I could’ve done something about it.”

“Done something about it? How, Josh? What could you have possibly done about it? It doesn’t even matter and honestly, I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t act stupid. You know damn well if I had known about it I would’ve offered to be your ‘first’.” Sorry, what? You blinked hard, trying to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shit, as far as I’m concerned, offer’s still on the table,” his voice lowered, making slow strides towards you and backing you into the door, “What kind of ‘best friend’ would I be if I didn’t make sure you were taken care of, hmm?”

You shivered at his words, feeling the lust that was oozing from his words engulf the space between the two of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined Josh like this before. Hell, he’s who you think about when you’re touching yourself at night. Sure, he was attractive, but lately you’d developed feelings for the man. You craved him in more ways than one, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually end up in this position- trapped between him and the door while he dragged his fingers along your sides, trailing further and further down…

“So, what’s it gonna be,” he paused, his hand finally reaching your core and rubbing you through your leggings you were wearing. He groaned, feeling your wetness that had soaked through now pooling on his fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Imma eat this pussy in every room of the house mamas, make you cum in every one of ‘em too. All you gotta do is say the word.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. The sultriness in his voice had you ready to completely give yourself to him. You had completely soaked through your leggings at this point, and were convinced if they weren’t so restricting you’d be dripping wet for him. You had a choice to make: let him take you right here and raise some question marks surrounding your friendship, or decline his offer and leave yourself hot and bothered? Lucky for you, your voice made the decision before your mind did.

“Please, Josh, please.”

That was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours; desperately but passionate, lovingly yet intense. Your tongues battled for dominance while the two of you hastily removed any article of clothing separating you, craving to feel the warmth of each others’ skin with nothing in the way. Both of you were now left in just your undergarments, relentlessly kissing each other like your lives depended on it. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving trails of hickies in their wake. You moaned his name and fisted his hair with each one he created, trembling with every graze of his teeth or lick of his tongue.

“You… have no idea… how long… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered in between each bruise he made. Your head was thrown back against the wooden door, relishing every moment.

“Me too,” you breathed out, and it was the truth. You had only recently come to terms with seeing him as more than your best friend, but deep down you knew your feelings had begun months prior. He was all you ever thought about, and here you were, melting underneath him as he ensured not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips. 

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs and by pure instinct you jumped into his arms, holding you tightly as he carried you to your first stop: the kitchen. Josh laid you down on the island countertop, goosebumps erupting all over as the cold surface touched your skin. You arched your back for him to remove your bra, and once removed, he placed a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down to your sternum, then your stomach, and finally your hips, where the band of your thong rested. Looking up at you, his teeth grazed the soft skin before latching onto the waistband of your thong, before sliding it down your legs. His hands slowly traveled up your calves and to your thighs, spreading them apart to give him a look at what he’s been craving since earlier this evening.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hummed, “And all mine too. Look at how wet you are for me already, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me all this time, ma.” And with that he lowers his head and licks between your aching folds, your eyes widening and rolling to the back of your head the moment his mouth makes contact. He hungrily attacks your folds as your fingers weave themselves into his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. The moans coming from your mouth are uncontrollable, repeating his name over and over as you fall further into oblivion. 

“Tastes so sweet, baby girl, could eat you for every meal.” His words vibrate through your core and your pussy flutters. You inadvertently buck your hips but his arm stops you, holding you down so you can take everything he’s giving you right now. His mouth wraps around your clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud and you arch your back at the touch- feeling a familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach and quickly reaching its peak. “F-fuckk, Josh, feels so good. I’m gonna-”

“Let it out, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your body into a state you had never experienced before. You were writhing underneath him, holding onto his hair for dear life as your eyes roll into your skull and your back arches off the countertop. Strings of profanities and pants of his name cross your lips, lost in the flood of pleasure stemming from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. You finally begin to take control of your breathing again, attempting to slow it as your body gives out and lies limp on the marble, completely wiped out. Josh lifts his head to reveal himself, mouth and beard dripping in your wetness. He smiles softly at you, proud that he was the first to eat your pussy and proud that he was able to make you completely fall apart for him. He leans up to you and gives a soft kiss to your lips, before lifting your body from the countertop and carrying you once again. “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I said I was gonna eat you in every room of this house tonight, and you know I don’t break my promises.”

“Ohh f-fuckk! J-Josh, I- I can’t, I’m-”

“Yes you can, mamas, gimme another one. You can do it, princess.” You were now on your 5th orgasm of the night. Josh had kept his promise alright, making you cum in the kitchen, living room, his office, master bathroom, and now his bedroom. You’d think after that many times a man would be exhausted, but with every time he had made you cum he had gained more energy. It’s like making you cum was his food source, and it was driving him to keep going. Once again you came hard from his mouth and tongue, vision turning white and seeing stars as you hit your orgasm. You were for sure tired, but one thought kept you going: you wanted his cock. Bad. 

“B-baby,” you panted, still coming down from your last orgasm, “Please… I want you. Fuck me, please.”

“You just came on my face 5 times, and now you want my dick? Fuck baby, you sure you can take it?” “Fuckk yes, Josh, just please… I need it, baby. I can handle one more.”

Josh takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, passionately kissing your lips as he pumps his cock and rubs his tip up and down your sensitive pussy, making you whimper into the kiss. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, baby girl. Imma take good care of you, I promise. You ready for me, baby?”

You nod, staring into his eyes as he slowly enters you. You cry out as his cock fully fills your pussy, already close to cumming again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight. Taking me so well,” he hisses, slowly thrusting inside of you. He wraps your legs around his waist and peppers kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, whispering praises to you as he slowly pumps in and out of you. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling you’re close, making him moan loudly in response. “Shitt, do that again, mamas. Squeeze my shit just like that, gonna make me fuck you full of my cum, baby.” You dig your nails into his shoulders and moan in response, “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want Daddy to fill you up ‘til you’re dripping my cum? Want me to cum deep, don’t you baby?”

“F-fuck… oh my god… please, Daddy. Want your cum in me so fuckin’ bad… s-shitt, Josh, I’m so-”

“Go ahead and soak this dick, pretty girl. I’m there too, baby. Cum for me.”Any energy you had saved was completely wiped out, coming undone again for him as he buried his face in your neck and pumped you full of his cum. Both of your moans echoed in his room, engulfing you two as you fell apart together. Josh collapses on the bed next to you, you both breathing heavily, and silent. Nothing needed to be said, as you nestled into his side and drifted to sleep with only one thought on your mind: Never have I ever… well now I have… and more. 

[boy-gender]

How do you deal with guilt around being a man, and like generally feeling like you're "betraying women" or choosing to be something bad by transitioning? It's something I've really been struggling with..

I sort of have two answers for you.

The first is a bit glib, but I think you've got some bioessentialism to unlearn, anon. I know that it's probably not a belief you arrived at yourself- rather, a bunch of hateful radfem douschebags have so often repeatedly said shit like that, that you're a traitor, you're failing feminism, youre just trying to escape the patriarchy, you're mocking what women are, men are evil and youll become evil especially with testosterone. That kind of crap.

Genuinely I do not give it any thought. It's ridiculous on the surface, so I write it off as misguided and inane. There is no logical way to justify grouping an entire half of the population together, deciding that the one thing they have in common (being men) is somehow the defining trait about them (because nothing else is being taken into account, like their sexuality, ethnicity, trans or intersex status, poverty level, where they live, whatever) and then also deciding that one common trait is the root of all evil. I've personally had a lot of experience with people doing this with certain mental illnesses- particularly cluster B personality disorders- and deciding like "yes this one thing about you makes you evil. You have Evil Person Disorder," and seeing how stupid that was, I just applied it elsewhere. Humans are far too diverse, nuanced, and contradictory for any flat rule like "all X people are bad" to ever be accurate. If it's not accurate, it's not useful, so I don't judge myself by it. I literally just block the people spewing that shit and let it slide off like water on a duck. I have enough warped internalized beliefs from my upbringing- I'm not adding more when I can immediately and obviously see their flaws.

So my advice is to block anyone you see saying that shit. You might be beginning to internalize it because of just how often you see it- so you need to cut that off at the source. Radfems are not and never will be allies; they do not have "some good points." Their movement was specifically designed by conservatives to uphold white supremacist capitalism, and nothing that comes from that is ethically correct. I'd suggest picking up Mothers of Conservatism by Michelle Nickerson. A lot about the origins of the radfem/female separatism movements are detailed there, created by fundamentally conservative women. With this new 4B movement shit on the rise, it's helpful to understand how fucked up and wrong they've always been from the beginning. My second answer to you is to look at what manhood means to you. If you don't think you can be objective about this, ask a friend to help. List the traits you associate with what *you* personally want to be as a man, what you hope you transition towards. Do you want to be a financial provider? Do you want to defend your community? Do you want to be generous? Brave? Do you want to be an expert in a special interest? Do you want to make lots of friends?

Make a list of those traits. Then look at them, divorced from the idea of gender. Is being a financial provider "bad?" Is being generous bad? Or brave? Or having lots of friends? Are any of these things bad in isolation, or does your guilt about them come from their association with manhood? Is that /your/ association, or did other people cause you to think there is an association?

For me, I had two formative male relationships as a child. My father, and my maternal grandfather. My father was an abusive piece of shit who liked to pick me up by the throat and slam me into walls, threaten our pet cats, scream at me until I dissociated, called me slurs, hated my opinions on anything, belittled me, believed only in capitalism, is a social darwinist capitalist schill, hates my mom, treated me like a servant and punching bag, and is a miserable fuck with no friends.

My grandpa was an old man who loved scotland and tartan and scottish terriers even though he never had one, loved each of his cats which he had all the time. He collected coins and read about history, he made model planes. He watched judge judy with me and talked about the cases and if we agreed with her rulings; he watched the news from multiple different outlets a day and taught me to weigh them against one another. He loved sitting on the porch and watching neighborhood kids play, and he drank a lot of lemonade. He was a brilliant chemist, provider, raised 4 kids in near poverty, then raised 8 grandkids after that. He would sneak me chocolate malt balls as a "vitamin" and he would tease my grandma by pretending to pick up and lick his plate after dinner. He taught my uncle to garden who then taught my cousin, so all my life gardening has been "mens work" to me. He was soft spoken, curious, patient, and mischevious. He loved my grandma for 60 years until he died.

These men have nothing in common except that they were men. Being a man didnt make my grandpa evil because he chose not to be. Being a man didnt make my dad evil either; he's an evil fuck because he made that choice. They are both sentient beings, who can use logic and emotions alike. One chose poorly. It never made sense to me as a child to assume all men would be like my dad or like my grandpa, because they were both men and they weren't at all like each other. Some categories are just so broadly diverse that they aren't really helpful- if I ask you to picture a mammal, do I mean a monkey or a mouse? Does "sea creature" mean a giant ass blue whale or a tiny piece of plankton? "Man" as a category is too broad to make assumptions about. I know it sounds circular and reductive, but the only thing that makes someone a man is...being a man. Nothing else.

I find it helps to look at a diverse array of men, to see all that men can be, especially men not like myself or the men I know. What does it mean to be a man in rural Yunnan farm country? What did it mean to be a man in medieval europe? What is it like being a gay black man from california, or a hunter living off the grid in appalachia? What does it mean to be a man in a culture where long hair is masculine, or where harvesting plants is masculine, where being a doctor is masculine? What about cultures where adornment is masculine? Hell, what about animals? What's it like to be a male lion vs a male house cat? What do I think about male cardinals, who are the bright lovely red ones, whose color is meant to draw a predators eye to them and away from the female cardinals and their nests?

To me, gender is an all you can eat buffet. It's customizeable. You can pick up or ignore or throw away any traits you want or don't want. Grab things that are feminine in your culture and incorporate them into your manhood in a subversive, gender nonconforming way. Take things that are masculine that make you happy, that you're reclaiming in a way because you may not have been allowed to do/be them before. Fill your gender with the ideals and aesthetics you like. You are fundamentally changing manhood by being a man, by being a different kind of man than any other man. If there are 4 billion men on the planet, there are 4 billion different 'microgenders' of man.

Seems silly to write off an entire 4 billion people as inherently evil and incapable of either goodness or change. It's just illogical. For me, that's enough to discard the idea wholecloth. If it doesn't make sense, I'm not wasting my time with it. That's not an ability everyone else has easily though, so you take the time you need. Try to look at yourself as objectively as possible, as an outsider. As you transition, have your actions become more evil? Are you committing sexist acts? Have you literally betrayed all the women you know somehow? Do you feel yourself becoming less kind, less patient, less interested in equality or the preservation of life? I'm betting, since you're nervous about it enough to ask, that none of those things are happening to you. Do not let yourself be gaslit into believing you are becoming something you're not. Look at your actions, your words. Look at your values and how you live up to them. If you don't see any sudden discrepancy, then you know anyone who tells you you're becoming evil by becoming a man is straight up lying to you. They're projecting an idea onto you that doesnt fit reality; trying to put a round peg in the square hole. Be curious, be objective. Do not be misled, and for those who try to mislead you, hit them with a chunky block button.

[ophanim-vesper]

My (personal) Problem With TOTK's Zelda

I think nothing infuriates me more about TOTK's writing than the fact that Zelda is literally a recycled, WORSE version of herself in BOTW.

What was Zelda's arc in BOTW? - struggling to unlock an important power that will help save the world. - is dreading an impending doom that will be caused by a formidable evil. - by losing/nearly losing those who love and support her, she finds her strength and sacrifices herself to help Link, spending hundreds to thousands of years in an intangible, unreachable form.

Very, VERY well-written and thematically consistent. Zelda had her struggles, her faults and her flaws and grew to be an incredible savior worthy of the prophecy that preceded her. She literally went from 'zero to hero', believing she was the weakest out of her companions (the Champions) to becoming one of the most important. Without her, the story of BOTW wouldn't have happened, and it's thanks to her that the kingdom is saved.

So what's Zelda's arc here in TOTK? uhhh.... - struggling to unlock an important power that will help save the world. - is dreading an impending doom that will be caused by a formidable evil. - by losing/nearly losing those who love and support her, she finds her strength and sacrifices herself to help Link, spending hundreds to thousands of years in an intangible, unreachable form.

Except, in my opinion it's much WORSE and carries much less weight than in BOTW. Why? Because there's one horrible mistake the writers of TOTK made when writing our beloved princess, and it's that...

They made her too perfect.

Idk if this is just me, but I dislike how Zelda was portrayed as this 'perfect, flawless and talented princess' who can do everything as if it was as simple as breathing for her. I didn't like how she suddenly became good at cooking at this game (referring to that one side quest with the meat and rice bowl). I loved the hc that she was a terrible cook, but even if she somehow learned, I wish it was mentioned how Link taught her or how she works super hard to become good at something she previously wasn't. I wish it was touched upon how she was an isolated princess who only had books for access to the outside world. I didn't like how it seemed she was suddenly a proficient explorer who knew all plant species and animals just because she 'read' about them (reading doesn't count for crap if you have no field experience!). It almost seems like every skill Link was good at is suddenly also Zelda's skill, aside from fighting. I don't like that. It makes them feel less unique from each other, and makes Zelda feel like she's copying Link in a sense. I wish Zelda had more obviously 'book smarts' while Link was more of a 'streets smarts' person.

Also, they completely forgot to give her any flaws. No struggles, no real issues, no intrapersonal problems at all. But what infuriates me the most to the point I see red, is this:

"Oh? You're struggling to unlock a new power you've never used before but desperately need to in order to go home/save the world? Lemme give you a quick pep talk and you're suddenly a master at using it, no struggle to learn needed yippeee!!!!!!"

Yeah. I don't like this.

I get it. In BOTW, Zelda had no proper mentor with experience to teach her to use her Light power. She had to figure it out herself, with everyone putting pressure on her, thus stunting her development further. And here, Zelda had supporting loved ones with experience in magic who can actually teach her. But come on...

It feels like such a lazy cop-out, and stomps on the beautiful arc Zelda had in BOTW when unlocking her power. It also sucks that it happens off-screen too, as in the next memory Zelda is suddenly proficient at time magic.

Zelda doubted herself. She was carrying pounds of self-loathing and frustration because she couldn't do the one thing she was destined to do. She felt useless, a failure and felt as if the Goddess herself was ignoring her. THAT is a character with struggle. THAT is an interesting protagonist. It is almost never fun when a character instantly learns to use a new skill they've never used before, or even knew existed-- and even WORSE when it happens OFF-SCREEN.

Of course, these are just my opinions though, and I'm sure many other people have different views of Zelda in either game. Feel free to rebuff my statements or even just continue the discussion! That's what these rant posts are made for, lol.

[hiddenreamers]

Worlds Collide - Lando Norris x neuropsychologist!Reader

SUMMARY: You're a fresh neuropsychologist who is internet-famous for making entertaining and educational videos about anything psychology-related. Lando and you meet for the first time when the two of you are invited to do an episode on a podcast where people from very different professions sit down together and talk about their lives. Considering the instant chemistry, the fans aren't exactly surprised when the dating rumours emerge...

worldscollide_pod tagged landonorris and yn_thebrainiac in a post:

What do a neuropsychologist and a Formula 1 driver have in common? 🧠🏎️ We don't know either! So we invited landonorris and yn_thebrainiac to tell us about their lives.

Listen to Worlds Collide wherever you get your podcasts or watch the episode on our YouTube channel. You can suggest and vote on show guests on our Patron page.

Comments:

user1: i'd say they have brain injury in common??

user2: not the crossover episode we wanted but the one we needed

user3: he's driving fast, she's a failed med student, what's interesting about that?

↳ user4: omg please be a joke 😭 or a ragebait ↳ user5: user3 do you realize how much time and effort it takes to be either a f1 driver or a neuropsychologist? ↳ user5: high school dropout ass comment

landonorris: can't wait!

↳ yn_thebrainiac: looking forward to meeting you ❤️ liked by landonorris

user6: he called a rectangle a circle and she uses Latin names for brain parts like it's common knowledge. Truly a collision of worlds lmao

user7: these two in one room?? feels like a fever dream

↳ user8: more like a new Barbie movie

worldscollide_pod tagged landonorris and yn_thebrainiac in a post:

This week on Worlds Collide we have learned that a pit stop is kinda like a therapy appointment, helmets are humanity's best invention and waffles are to your brain what fuel is to a car.

Huge thanks to landonorris and yn_thebrainiac for giving us insight into their exceptional careers as well as two hours of good laughs!

Listen to Worlds Collide wherever you get your podcasts or watch the episode on our YouTube channel. You can suggest and vote on show guests on our Patron page.

Comments:

user9: yn_thebrainiac is the only person to get excited over brain injuries

↳ user10: and landonorris is the only person to make heart eyes while someone is talking about brain injuries

user11: when yn_thebrainiac was explaining her job and said to Lando he should hope he never has to be examined by her he looked so defeated 😭😭 truly a wet cat

↳ user12: and the "I guess I won't wear a helmet anymore"?? bro is down bad from the start

yn_thebrainiac: thank you for the opportunity! landonorris it was great meeting you ❤️ hope to see you again soon liked by landonorris and worldscollide_pod

↳ landonorris: just let me know when and where 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

user13: landonorris is that guy who suddenly becomes a comedian whenever a pretty girl is around

↳ user14: but it DID work on yn_thebrainiac 😭😭😭

user15: not yn_thebrainiac answering questions like it's a presidential debate and Lando going idk man I just drive

user16: Lando asking the hosts to repeat the question because he was too focused on yn_thebrainiac? man's not beating the simp allegations anytime soon

user17: that whole episode felt more like a date than a talk show liked by worldscollide_pod

↳ worldscollide_pod: were we more wingmen or a third wheel?

user18: the way both of them were invested in each other's stories made me realize how utterly single I am

↳ user19: when yn_thebrainiac said it's a force of habit to ask how something made him feel and then Lando casually asking her the same thing??? delete Tinder, no dating app will get you a man like this

user20: can I just say how surprised I am with Lando's thoughtfulness? Like when yn_thebrainiac said she's scared to drive after examining an accident victim and he immediately offered to be her driver?

↳ user21: considering the tales of Lando's driving, it will only traumatise her further lol

user22: Lando telling her to continue because he wants to hear the rest of the story when she apologized for getting sidetracked??? 🥺🥺 mom, I want this one!!!!!

user23: they just met and they have more chemistry than some couples who have been married for decades

↳ user24: if Lando was staring at me the way he's staring at yn_thebrainiac I'd be radioactive 📛☢️ ↳ user25: no but really girlies if he doesn't look at you the way Lando's looking at her, he's not the one 🏃‍♀️‍➡️❌

user26: now I kinda want yn_thebrainiac to take up Lando on his offer to test his cognitive skills

↳ user27: if they're in the same room he's going to fail every attention task

user28: Lando's dolphin ass giggle would make you think yn_thebrainiac is the funniest person on Earth

↳ user29: he's just a girl 🎀🎀

user30: I became a fan the moment yn_thebrainiac said "imagine your head is a hairy watermelon with a ball of jello inside"

↳ user31: as a med student I can tell you that it's pretty accurate

gossipgirl_f1 just posted a picture:

🚨🚨🚨McLaren's most eligible bachelor landonorris not eligible anymore? 🚨🚨🚨The driver has been spotted in Japan getting comfortable with an unnamed girl.

user32: didn't yn_thebrainiac post she's there too?

↳ user33: oh god please let it be real ↳ user34: it's definitely her

user35: people out there living my dreams 🥲

user36: why do yall even care?? he's a grown ass man, grow tf up

↳ user37: and yet here you are commenting 😴😴 like what are YOU doing at the devils sacrament?

user38: where's the FBI when you need them we have to knowww

↳ user39: that's yn_thebrainiac she had the exact same outfit in the story she posted earlier

user40: come look girl user41 someones stealing your man

↳ user41: aw hell naw she better know how to fight ↳ user42: wow the delulu is strong with this one

user43: look what yall did worldscollide_pod liked by worldscollide_pod

↳ user43: i guess that's a confirmation huh

landonorris tagged yn_thebrainiac in a post:

Japan treated us nice but she treats me nicer 🌸🇯🇵

Comments:

user44: so they met and fell in love because they were randomly invited to do a random episode of a random podcast? and people still say God ain't real smdh

↳ user45: they better not forget to invite worldscollide_pod to their wedding

user46: guess he'll fuck anyone, when's my turn?

↳ user47: probably never, considering you're no one rather than anyone💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

oscarpiastri: yes, they are as annoyingly in love as they look

↳ landonorris: woww and here I thought we were best friends ↳ landonorris: so rude ↳ oscarpiastri: I have group chat screenshots ↳ landonorris: you're my bestest friend Oscar and you're too nice to ever do this to me 🥰 ↳ maxverstappen1: we all have screenshots ↳ georgerussell63: you're cooked mate ↳ landonorris: 🥲🥲

user48: I would sacrifice my firstborn for this 😭😭

user49: I'm not sure who I am more jealous of

↳ user50: both

user51: they look so good together wtf

user52: worldscollide_pod you guys need to fix your post, what neuropsychologist and a f1 driver have in common is a marriage certificate

user53: ok real question how did he pull her??

↳ user54: he's a millionaire he doesn't have to do anything lol women's ideal type is a loaded wallet ↳ user55: bold of you to assume someone like her needs a walking piggy bank

yn_thebrainiac tagged landonorris in a post:

Hey, did you know that it was a Japanese scholar, Hiroshi Kojima, who popularized phenomenological ontology? He proposed that the dichotomy of individuality vs consciousness could be solved by treating the body as a half-way point between those two concepts. In essence, Kojima suggested considering the body as being seen both from the inside and the outside, now focusing on the intersubjective encounters as part of what constitutes the human being in the context of ontology.

Ps. He promised to wear his helmet! 🌼💖

Comments:

user56: she's everything, he's just Ken😌💅liked by landonorris

↳ georgerussell63: facts

user57: I bet the pillow talk is baffling

↳ landonorris: nah she's too tired for that ↳ user58: 💀💀 bro you didn't have to do her like that

user59: if he breaks your heart I promise to shake his head real hard, repeatedly 🥰🥰

user60: 😬😬 do they not make them pretty anymore?

↳ user61: fr she doesn't deserve him 😐 sad ↳ user62: this relationship feels like a social experiment like what do you mean he chose HER???? Lando Norris settling for a 2/10 is not the news I wanted to read today ↳ user63: wow no wonder yall dads left 😭 she's a normal looking woman, did porn rot your peanut brains completely? go outside and interact with regular, non-photoshopped people and then come back

user64: they have nothing in common and yet they fit perfectly how?? i feel like I'm having a strokee

user65: diagnostic process videos bout to get lit now that there's a volunteer to draw clocks and memorize strings of random words

user66: why do they look like a disney movie couple

↳ maxverstappen1: he may or may not have called her princess on more than one occasion ↳ landonorris: you guys promised 🥲 ↳ oscarpiastri: no, we promised not to post the screenshots ↳ yn_thebrainiac: you mean the screenshots georgerussell63 just sent me? ↳ landonorris: good talk everyone I'll just go die of embarrassment if you don't mind ↳ yn_thebrainiac: I thought the things you said about me were kind of cute ↳ landonorris: nvm I'm back to life

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ' spin the bottle with skz !

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff ig? there's a looot of kissing ofc

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: is spin the bottle the most cliche game ever? yes. will i still re-upload these? of course <3 enjoyyy (if you have any suggestions for fluffy hcs pls send them in! i'd love to write more lovey dovey stuff)

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧

The moment he sees the bottle land on him he looks away and chuckles awkwardly. Doesn’t even check to see who is at the other end first, feeling rather embarrassed.

When he sees it’s you though, oh his heart starts racing and now he can’t look away even if he wants to, your magnetic field pulling him in a little too strongly.

Will only proceed to kiss you if you are 100% all right with it. Forget the game and everyone else, your comfort comes first. He knows you already gave your consent when you agreed to the game, but mans need to double check, ok?

Once you agree, all shyness will fly out the window when your lips touch his, the kiss awakening all of the feelings he’s tried so hard to suppress.

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧

Spends the majority of the game on his phone, looking completely uninterested. That quickly changes when Jisung elbows his side, everyone’s cheering suddenly reaching his ears and making him look down at the bottle.

His eyes widen slightly but he pulls himself together once he sees you’re at the other end, flustered.

Smirks and crawls towards you, suddenly very interested in the game he thought was boring – Minho would never miss the opportunity to kiss and finally get a taste of you.

Doesn’t actually kiss you until you give the ‘go ahead’, a nod being all he needs before making both of your dreams come true.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧

Has already kissed a few people at this point so the bottle landing on him doesn’t even phase Changbin anymore.

Or so, he thinks until he sees you’re the one he has to kiss. All of the confidence and cockiness he radiated a few minutes ago goes out the window and he gets shy, not even being able to meet your eyes.

He should be way past that shyness since the game’s been going on for a while now but he can’t help it. You’re…well, you! And Changbin has the biggest crush on you!

He’s kind of frozen in place so you’re the one who has to take the first step and kiss him. Don’t worry, the moment he feels your lips on his, man is a goner and won’t pull away until he gives you the best kiss ever.

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧

The only reason he is playing this game in the first place is for a chance to kiss you. That’s all he wants.

Watches the bottle spin with so much interest, his eyes are basically glued to the thing until finally, it lands on him.

His heart skips a beat when he looks up and sees you watching him with a smile, quickly putting two and two together while trying not to lose his mind. His prayers were actually answered!!

Wants to kiss your breath away, to steal it for safekeeping as a souvenir, but doesn’t want to make a scene in public so he controls himself. For now.

𝜗୧ jisung 𝜗୧

Laughs away the whole game, his friends’ rambling more entertaining to him than whatever was going on. Or maybe that’s the alcohol talking.

You won’t believe it, but he also laughs when he sees the bottle landing on him. He’s just very happy, okay?

Smirks and beckons you closer with one finger, thanks to the courage pumping through his veins from the liquor. Doesn’t think much of it until he finally feels your lips on his.

Sobers up instantly and it’s like he can’t get enough, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss to the delight of the other players. Once you pull away, it’s like he’s in a daze, lips puffy, wet, and ready for more.

𝜗୧ felix 𝜗୧

Just like Changbin, he’s also kissed a few people already. But don’t worry, they were quick and fleeting just for the sake of the game.

His eyes are on you the whole time though, even when he’s kissing others all of his thoughts are full of you and how much he wishes to hold and kiss you.

When the bottle ends up towards him again but you aren’t the one at the other end, Felix wastes no time in reaching over to move it so it does, patience running thin.

Ignores all the complaining and loud voices and quickly closes the space between you to finally press your lips together in the sweetest kiss, dragging you in his lap in the process. He doesn’t let go of you for the remainder of the night.

𝜗୧ seungmin 𝜗୧

Isn’t really playing but isn’t out of the game either, just somewhere in between. A little farther away from the circle, watching it all with fake disinterest.

Looks like he wants to be anywhere but here – anywhere else with you would be perfect for him. Just you two and no other distractions.

He’s fine until your turn comes around, the bottle stopping between you and some random person, and that’s when he loses it.

Without a word, Seungmin gets up and makes his way to your side and before you or anyone can say anything, he grabs the bottle and kisses you like he’s never kissed anyone before.

𝜗୧ jeongin 𝜗୧

He gets smooches from the very first round. But not any kisses, no, yours. Yes, he gets to kiss you from the very beginning.

The problem is (not for him but everyone else that wants to play too) that somehow, you two end up kissing a lot. And I mean, every other round.

Jeongin finds it hilarious, loving his luck and getting giddier with every kiss and caress of yours on his skin. The others not so much.

Ends up just taking you with him and running away to a more private place, taking the bottle with him in the process and ruining the whole game. He isn’t bothered – it’s not like he needs a stupid game to get kisses from you anyways.

[miyukisu]

Between Me and You .ᐟ

❤︎ | While your other friends are enjoying themselves on your little camping trip, you and Kaiser were secretly fucking around (3k wc) ╰ feat. michael kaiser (bllk) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 6 | kinktober masterlist

tags - exhibitionism, car fun, fingering, hand jobs, kaiser is a bit desperate, camping trip, p in v, breeding, p*rn with plot, profanity, kaiser and reader banter a bit, friends/enemies-ish to lovers

minors do not interact

"Can you stop fucking moving for a second?"

A tone of annoyance filled his voice as he gripped your waist, effectively keeping you in place.

You two found yourselves in a rather interesting position—at the back of your friend's car with nothing else but the equipment you guys brought for the camping trip. You and Kaiser just pulled the short end of the stick hence why the others were enjoying a little bit of space in the cramped car, while you two had none at all.

"Move one more time and I swear to God—"

"What? You'll get harder?" you tease.

Kaiser clicked his tongue. He was already regretting this trip. The first half of the journey was rather peaceful as he probably fell asleep. And maybe it was because he wasn't conscious to keep his "thing" in control—combined with the fact that you had been rubbing against him this entire time—but it wasn't surprising that he was slowly getting hard.

You thought it would be funny to mess with him; you two had that kind of odd relationship anyway. So you rolled your ass against him, pretending that the road was bumpier than it actually is... until he woke up and became aware of the situation.

"I'm not hard," he denies. But the stiff feeling poking at you from behind told you otherwise.

You simply grinded your hips against him again in response—earning a low groan from him.

"Ya alright back there, man?" one of your friends asks, looking in the rear view mirror.

Kaiser breathes in. "Yeah, one of the tent poles just kept poking me and it hurt."

"Something's poking me too," you add, but Kaiser quickly pinches the side of your waist to stop your mischief.

Your friend laughs, completely unaware of what you two were doing at the back of his car. "My bad. Y'all just try your best to get comfortable, a'ight? We got about another hour on the road."

A whole entire hour.

You could either torture yourself by dwelling on the fact that your position was uncomfortable or... you could have fun. But it seems like Kaiser had the same idea as he slowly lifted up the skirt of your sundress. Your eyes widened, fully knowing that the tides have now turned against you.

"Let's see if you like it," he whispers in your ear. His breath felt warm, contrasting the chilly air of the airconditioned vehicle.

The panties you wore today matched the color of your sundress, except he can't really see it with you sitting on his lap like that. Though it hardly mattered. It was coming off later anyway.

He swiped a finger along your core, noticing how damp it had gotten. Kaiser elicits a low chuckle, whispering in your ear again, "Look at how wet you got from grinding on me. Slut."

There was no comeback; how could you deny that? Especially as he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it slowly. You were about to moan and fall back against his chest, but his other hand stopped you.

"Hey, remember he can see us through the mirror, right? I'd suggest you behave unless you want them to see you whoring yourself out for me."

You swallowed back your wanton moans. The fact that he had his hand on your pussy so shamelessly was embarrassing enough; you didn't need for the others to find that out too.

But for as embarrassing as it is, you made no effort to swat his hand away. In fact, you let him go on. You let him rub your sensitive clit faster. And you let him hook a finger in the gusset, pulling the fabric out of the way.

He swiped his finger again and it had him snickering. Kaiser pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as way to show his amusement. "Holy shit. You're dripping for me."

This time, it was you clicking your tongue at him. But again, you were at a loss for words. You were too focused on the way he played with your pussy and his dick that seemed to be getting even harder. It was impossible to ignore how it pressed against the flesh of your ass.

"What? Got nothing to say now? Where did all your attitude go—"

Turning to face him slightly, you pleaded. "Just take responsibility for it... please?"

You swore you felt his dick twitch through his sweats. Kaiser gulped down, not expecting for that kind of response. He wanted you to fight back—be your usual feisty self. What was he to do now?

"Say it again," he whispered lowly.

"Kaiser... please?" you obeyed.

He hated how easily he gave in as well. All he needed was your honeyed pleas and he was sold.

Kaiser clicked his tongue, knowingly facing a predicament. On one hand, he wanted to listen to his lust infested brain. But it was dangerous. He was about to finger fuck you in a car filled with your dearest friends after all.

His free hand held you by the arm. "Be quiet... or else."

You gulped. It was going to be a difficult task, but you'd rather keep your mouth shut than get no relief at all. He slowly slid one finger in as if to test the waters.

As he expected, it was warm and tight. It made his mind race with all sorts of lewd images. He silently cursed himself, knowing that he was in no position to give himself the same kind of relief.

Perhaps, seeing you enjoy yourself on his fingers would get him off... for now at least.

Though his mind was preoccupied on what could and couldn't be—he absentmindedly pushed in two fingers without warning. The way his thumb resumed to rubbing circles on your clit while he pistoned his fingers out of you felt too practiced—like he had done this thing plenty of times in the past.

He skillfully and precisely brought you to orgasm—all the while you were fighting for your life to keep your sounds at bay. Hell, you were sure that you were biting down on your lips hard enough to make it bleed.

Kaiser let you ride out your high, still pushing his fingers in and out… slowly. A breathy rasp leaves his lips as he throws his head back against the seat. To some extent, part of him felt liberated too.

A boundary was crossed—one that you two teetered on for what felt like months. His dick was aching, yes, but a different kind of warmth filled him.

Hope? He wanted to call it that, but it felt pathetic somehow. Kaiser felt a bit stupid—thinking too hard about something else while you’re right here, sitting on his lap all fucked out.

“Enjoyed yourself?” He whispered to you once more.

“Shut up, ass hat.”

He chuckles. “That’s what I get? After fing—“

“Shut the fuck up. I’m serious,” you sneer.

And he did; awkward silence enveloped the two of you as you sat uncomfortably—Kaiser still with his hard on and you with your ruined underwear. All you wanted at this point was to get out of the fucking car.

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“Hey, so uh, where did Kaiser go?”

Your friends seemed to look in your direction, thinking that you of all people should know the whereabouts of the man whose lap you sat on for quite some time. However, you didn’t bother sparing them a glance as you continued to help set up camp.

“How would I know?”

Your friends looked amongst each other, slightly unconvinced by your cluelessness. But they shrugged it off—thankfully. Everyone resumed to their designated camp duties and not long after, Kaiser returned from his so-called bathroom break. Though you had a hunch on what that truly meant.

It was normal for the most part—everything went as you had envisioned it… except for the little fact that Kaiser would be avoiding you.

Here you thought that after your little stunt in the car, he’d be even more forward with you. But it seems to have an opposite effect. Every time your eyes would meet, he’d look away. You didn’t even dare talk to him because you knew he’d gloss over you.

But the fact of the matter was that—Michael Kaiser was too overwhelmed by the sudden shift in your relationship. He was trying his fucking best to keep himself in control. Otherwise, there may be consequences…

Consequences which you will soon know of.

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You think the world likes to play tricks on you because why do you have to sleep in the same tent as him when there were 2? And why oh why did you have to sleep beside him? There were 4 of you inside the tent—but still—you found yourself on the same inflatable mattress, under the same blanket. Because of course, the damn thing only fit for two people.

Your friends thought it was alright considering you two have already broken the barrier of physical touch; they just didn’t know how far that REALLY meant.

As best as you tried to sleep, you felt intense eyes boring into the back of your head. You silently cursed him for not following the unspoken rule of sleeping back to back. This was just impossible.

You turned around to face him, pulling more of the blanket towards you. Your eyes were met with his. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. What the fuck’s going on with you?”

He stared blankly at you, lips pressed in a straight line. “Nothing.”

“Cut the bullshit. You’ve been avoiding me the entire time we were here after you… you…”

“After I made you cum in the car?”

The audacity of this man caused you to kick his shin. He had to bite back a pained groan to not wake up the others.

“Was that fucking necessary?” He asked. But his question was met with silence; he took it as a hard resounding yes.

A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips. "Fine. I was avoiding you because... I know I won't be able to control myself around you."

You raise your eyebrow in response, unsure of what he meant exactly. He couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose to express his exasperation.

"I was this close," he says while pinching his pointer and thumb together as if to show he was holding something miniscule between the pads of his fingers. "I was this close to fucking you in the car."

Your eyes widened in disbelief. This whole time you thought he had regretted his previous actions back in the car, but you had it totally backwards. It was your turn to sigh.

"You could've just told me," you countered.

"That I wanted to fuck?"

"Yeah."

...

"I wanna fuck then," he says so matter-of-factly. It was almost comical to you that it made you chuckle softly.

"What's so funny, assh—"

You cut him off by pulling him into a soft but passionate kiss. Your palm cupped his cheek and your fingers wove themselves into his silky blonde hair.

He was a good kisser—that much was to be expected. It didn't take long for him to reciprocate and then some, pulling your leg to drape over his hips.

Kaiser wanted—no, needed—you to be closer to him. He had to feel your heat, your presence, your everything.

It was almost animalistic how he tried to devour your lips. It was desperate—like a call for help. Now, you were a hundred percent sure about what he had been doing earlier when he left the group.

You pulled away, breathless. If not for the concept of breathing, you would have gone at it until morning. His bright blue eyes stared into yours.

Kaiser was eerily silent, but mostly because he didn't want to get caught doing something dirty with you in the tent. He let his actions speak for himself—his hand lowering to grope the flesh of your ass.

He squeezed it harshly and without restraint; he was way past that. But he decided that it wasn't enough.

He slowly cupped your pussy with his slender fingers. Surely, he was more excited than you were.

"We can't..." your voice trails off—partially due to disappointment, but mostly because he began rubbing your clit again.

"Why not?"

"What? Are you not aware of the two other people sleeping in here?"

"The fuck do we do then?"

But it would seem that he had no plans of letting you speak. Somehow, his fingers found their way in—past your cotton shorts and past the sorry excuse for panties that you wore.

He had been there earlier, so he wasted no time plunging his fingers as if they belonged there. The slight squelching sound made your stomach knot in fear; you could only hope that your friends were sleeping deeply enough.

"What do we do, pretty?" he asked again, though softer.

But his tone betrayed his actions. He stared at you like he wasn't doing anything dirty to you under that blanket.

"I... we... we can't"

Kaiser hummed. "We can't huh?" But he continues to bully his fingers into you and it made your head spin. Words had failed you at this point, so you held on to his arm—failing miserably at stopping him. But you both knew that you wouldn't want him to stop anyway.

The impending climax clouded your judgement. Part of you felt oddly fine if your friends did end up waking and catching you in the act.

The fear had morphed into forbidden excitement.

But it was too soon as he pulled his hand out, leaving you high and dry.

"You think you can get to cum again after being so selfish in the car?"

He tried his best to remain firm, but the muffled whines you let out slowly chipped at his resolve.

"Nuh uh. You gotta be fair," he argued.

At the very least, you were easy to talk to. You pushed him to lie on his back as you propped yourself up on your shoulder. Your palm caressed his body before sliding down to his aching cock. Finally free from its confines, Kaiser let out a strained sigh of relief.

The blanket was a useless barrier; it barely hid his hard length and the motions of your hand.

You chose to go at a painfully slow pace—it made his head spin. But it was so much better than using his own hand that he found it hard to complain at all.

"Fuckkkk," he drawled out.

His face of pleasure was mesmerizing—eyes glued shut with his jaw hanging loosely. It motivated you... somehow. Speeding up the pace, you eventually brought him to orgasm. His body flinched, but he tried to stop himself—not wanting to show how badly you affected him.

You kept his cock in your hand, amazed that it was still hard even after cumming once. "Shit... how are you still hard?"

"Been thinking about this shit all day... How can I not be?"

His honest words sent a jolt to your core. You thought it was impossible to get even wetter. But he managed to do the impossible.

"Fuck—just turn around, will you?"

He asked, but it sounded more like a command. Kaiser got on to his side once more and guided you to do the same so that your back was against his chest. His warm breath fanned the skin of your neck.

His heart was thumping so hard that you could feel it reverberate in your own body.

"Hold your leg up," he commanded again. And you obeyed like the good girl that you are for him.

Kaiser deftly pushed the fabric that was in his way, lining up his cock against your entrance. He pushed only the tip in, but that alone was tantalizing.

You could hear the way his breath hitched. His hand replaced yours as he held up your leg himself. His long fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh, keeping it high enough so he can fuck into you better.

Slowly, he rolled his hips—getting at least half of his length in. You almost let a moan slip out, but you were cautious enough to slap your hand over your mouth.

Checking to see if they're still asleep, Kaiser figured it was safe enough to sheath himself completely inside you. And he swore it was heaven.

Even he wanted to moan. But the prospect of being discovered and stopped abruptly prevented him from making any sound at all. He wanted this. He wanted it badly. Nothing's going to stop it now.

He languidly rolled his hips back and forth—fucking into you without another thought. His cock stretched you out in a way you've never felt before. But it was good... way too good.

It was a crime not to be a moaning mess right now. The slow and precise thrusts turned into frenzied fucking—like this was going to be the first and last time he'd be able to feel your pussy around his cock.

"Shit... this is way too good. I could get addicted," he whispered. "Gonna make me cum twice in one night."

Although you wanted to respond, it was impossible without moaning like a bitch in heat and getting you two caught. The best you could do was to clench around him.

Kaiser bit into your shoulder, suppressing his own grunts. You felt his grip on your thigh tighten substantially.

"Fuuuuck... can I cum inside? Can I?"

He shuddered. "Please? Shit... I won't last longer."

Your mind was swirling—not a single coherent thought could be formed other than a single word.

"Yes."

You whispered it—over and over again into the dead air. And as if on cue, his hips jerked up, fully shoving himself into your deepest parts and shooting hot ropes of cum.

He filled you up nicely—just as how he had been imagining in the car. Though, his daydreams paled in comparison to the real thing.

Again, he let you ride out your orgasm, not pulling out just yet.

"Hey... wanna see how many more rounds we can do before they wake up?"

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note I cannot write exhibitionism that well

[bunnys-kisses]

all bark, no bite

max verstappen - team principal au

tags: smut/pwp, halloween fic, costumes (reader dresses as a puppy), collars, team principal!max, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), power dynamic, semi-public sex, quiet-ish sex, clothed sex, dirty talk

a/n: have a happy halloween, i'm writing more team principal au, if you have any suggestions for future installments, please send them to me. i love hearing what ya'll come up with!!

"you are not going to the party like that." you felt like you were being scolded by your father rather than your boss. you made a face and looked over to see your team principal near by.

you stuck your tongue out, "too bad." then started to walk further away from your driver's room and towards the exit. but, you didn't get far, not while your boss had a longer stride than you.

he captured your wrist and pulled you back, closer to him. in your heels, you staggered backwards. you looked up at him and frowned. he said, "i said, you're not going out like that."

"i don't have another costume." you bit back.

max made a face, "go as a verstappen racing fan. i don't know. but i'm not having you cause a scene because you decided to dress like a whore."

you had a complicated relationship with your team principal. you had seen the jokes over the years of tps having interesting dynamics with drivers, even drivers not on their team. you had even seen memes about your own dynamic with max verstappen.

if only they knew.

he had you pinned to his chest, with his hand on your wrist as he examined your neck from the odd angle. he clicked his tongue and said, "what is this costume even supposed to be?"

you replied, "a puppy."

"a puppy, huh? usually puppies have some manners. they at least look a little apologetic when their owners are mad at them." he sad as he used his other hand to touch at the collar around your neck, "you're not very apologetic towards me."

"you're not my owner."

he replied, "you may not have my name around your neck. but you have my logo across your pretty tits every time you race. i'd say that's about the same thing." you are max verstappen were intimate in a way that would send the press into a heated frenzy. you gave him racing results and he gave you the world.

but he had such a possessive streak through him. a jealous old man. you whined when he held onto your throat a little tighter. you shifted a little under his touch.

he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and squeezed the collar a little, thus squeezing your throat. he groaned, "if you wanted me to fuck you on halloween, you only had to ask." he held on a little tighter.

there was no one else around. there wouldn't be. halloween was on a thursday, practice didn't start till tomorrow. you eventually ended up on the transport boxes with the skirt of your dress hiked up.

you were dressed like a dalmatian, except anyone could make out the shape of your body. max had expectations for you as a driver for his team. he knew what it was like to be young with the world at your fingertips. he was meant to guide you. especially with how everyone recorded anything.

"hoping to get lucky tonight, puppy?" he asked as he pushed the dress up, exposing the thin, white cotton panties underneath. he licked his lips, "we could've gone back to my hotel room and played all night. fetch, tug-o-war, maybe you'd even get a bone by the end of the night." he licked his lips.

your face flushed and you shifted against the metal and plastic of the boxes. the surface was uneven and left your back feeling sore. this felt so public, it wasn't in the most excluded area. you swallowed, "oh my god, shut up." and whined when he kissed at your neck. your panties were around your ankles.

and when he kissed you, you heard the clink of his belt buckle and the zip of his jeans. he loomed over you. he was boarder than you, he could easily overshadow and overpower you. you whined when you felt his cock rub up against your slick entrance.

he said, "aw, look at that. they're kissing." he was talking about his sticky cock up against your slick pussy. the blunt head up against your clit. it made you feel a rush of pleasure through you.

you could feel the excitement, the risk of it all. if some stray reporter came through here or a security guard. you knew what the headlines for the weekend would be.

young, promising driver takes a ride on her team principal.

he sank into your sweet cunt and your ached your back. you let out a small noise and max put a hand over your mouth. your nose was left uncovered so you could breath. his other hand was on your thigh as he rocked against you. he said in a low voice, "you know i love when you're loud, but you have to to stay quiet. you can be a good puppy, right? be a good girl for me."

his praise made something bloom in your stomach as he moved against you. you had a total kink for his praise, that was why you always pushed yourself so hard on the track. it was why you were over a hundred points ahead of the second place racer. you thrived off of it, to have someone like max give you praise.

you moaned against his hand, your voice muffled as he rocked against you. his cock slotted in you so well. you exhaled deeply through your nose. you couldn't feel your headband anymore and hair got in your face as he fucked you in such a public space.

"fuck." he groaned, "you have no idea what you do to me.' he moved against you further, "i never know i liked costumes. maybe next year, you should go as me." he chuckled as he curved over you and got at a deeper angle, "but i sort of like you in a collar better."

you groaned and reached for his shoulders. you clutched onto his shoulder tightly. his cock hit up against the softest parts of you and it made you see stars. you panted heavily and tried to keep quiet even though max's hand was good at muffling most of the noise.

you pretty painted black nails dug into his shoulders through the verstappen racing t-shirt he wore. you looked good with his logo across your chest, but he looked just as nice in a black t-shirt.

hunger ran through you as he fucked your feverishly. there was no time for tenderness. while he loved taking you apart with his tongue and fingers. there really was no time to waste.

you felt the heat on your body, your costume stuck to you in a weird way. the blank tag on your collar bounced with the movements of your boss' thrusts. something about this felt wrong, it was wrong. you were certain there had been casual affairs throughout the decades of formula one.

but nothing quite like this. the protege of one of the greatest being fucked by her boss. your pretty tits bounced with a whorish movements as she got railed in the paddock of her team. quite the scandal if it got out.

most thought you fucked your way to the top. but, in all fairness, max saw how you drove before he saw the sway of your hips. he valued your skill more than your ability to suck his cock or take his thick fingers in your slick pussy.

you were his champion, sex was just a component of it. he took your virginity, and you gave him the points he needed to win. you tightened your legs around him as he continued to drill his cock into you. the pace increased as you felt the swarm of pleasure in your head.

you weren't going to the party tonight. you could already tell.

"next time." he said, "i'll get you a proper collar. something a little more padded. with a tag with my name on it. if you're going to be my puppy then, you'll have to look the party. don't worry about a tail or ears. you'll do just fine in lacy lingerie that i can tear off with my teeth."

you swallowed, your cunt clenched around him as he continued to fuck you with a heavy pace. your felt any sense go out your ear, fully engulfed by the heat between you two. max knew how to make you feel good, he knew exactly how to get your yearning for more. if you were a puppy then he was the big, bad wolf.

you whined around his hand and he pressed his palm further against you. he shushed you and held onto your hip tighter as he thrusted against you. he watched your eyes roll a little from the pleasure of the entire situation.

he could feel the leap in his chest and the sweat on his back. he didn't often fuck you in such a public place. but he couldn't help himself. you got to prance off to some luxury party hosted by drivers of another team. you were going to be with liquor, boys and whatever else money could buy.

of course he was going to be concerned about his darling driver. his superstar. after all, he had high expectations for you. you were going to be the best if you weren't already. and he wasn't going let you ruin it over some cheap shots and boys with small packages. he knew you needed someone older, someone like him.

the pace became faster, erratic with little formalities. there was little rhythm to it as his cock kissed the hottest parts of you. the parts that made you pant under his hand. your gaze became unfocused and your blood pumped in your ears.

you clutched onto him and whined something that max couldn't hear. he replaced his hand with his lips. the kiss was hot as you held onto him tightly. it was all too much, the pleasure crossed through you like a heated sword and you came around his cock.

he groaned when you clenched around him. your nails dug into his skin. it only fueled his need to fuck you harder. while not the most ideal position. he'd make due. when you broke the kiss, you panted heavily with your gaze unfocused. you looked whorish, but max loved it.

the pace continued, and max made sure that your body was wracked with more lust as he continued to fuck you. he cursed in dutch under his breath as he gave it a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you.

you both moaned a little louder than you hoped for. you leaned forward against him. your pressed your cheek against his clothed chest as you tried to catch your breath.

max composed himself quickly and combed his fingers through your hair tenderly. he groaned, "good, puppy."

you looked up at him and asked, "can i go to the party tonight?"

he chuckled and patted your cheek with a little force. he chuckled, "cute. no, no. you're going to get your messy panties back on and we're going back to the hotel. i'm not letting a good puppy like you get into trouble." he pinched your cheek which made you whine.

"plus, i think you need some more training."

-

the following morning, your teammate was walking through the paddock beside you. the two of you were chatting, but your stomach dropped when he looked over and noticed something over one of the boxes.

you two stopped and before your teammate could say a word. your teammate pointed at the headband. you felt a cold sweat as he asked, "are those... dog ears?" then looked at you, "those look like the ones you were supposed to wear to the party last night... you never came to that."

you chuckled nervously, "well, i got tired... but mine are in my hotel room." you heard whistling and looked over to see your team principal walking by. you called for max, "max, isn't my costume in my hotel room."

he perked up and looked over. he pointed to the headband on the box and replied, "oh no.. those are yours." your boss broke into a grin. and your eyes went wide as he walked away.

you could feel your ears burn as your teammate asked.

"where were you last night anyway?" <3

this is part of the max verstappen team principal au

[ozzgin]

Hello!

🌟 here again! I'm here with another request for our lovely bodyguard yandere.

Have you ever seen videos of fans jumping up onto stages with kpop idols? Then get carried away by security behind stage?

I'd love to see how our lovely violent baby girl would react to not being able to react with immediate violence as a reaction given all the eyes and cameras on him. Would he be stone faced just carrying the stage crasher by the collar like a cat? Or would he be dragging him by the legs into hell?

The reactions of fans to the bodyguard would be interesting too, I could see Reader being jealous over people thirsting over bodyguard on Twitter or something lol. Or bodyguard confused on why people would say stuff like "he could snap my back like a twig and I'd say thank you" about him.

Hope you are taking care, and I have my fingers crossed to hear from you eventually

Sincerely

-🌟

Long overdue and I'm terribly sorry about that! I had the ideas for a while now, but I could never find the proper words to assemble everything. ;-;

Yandere! Bodyguard x Idol! Reader (III)

Your bodyguard has gained sudden Internet fame after dealing with a crazed fan on stage. Naturally, he couldn't care less about anyone else, but that doesn't stop you from trying to make him jealous in return. Someone will have to be the sacrificial lamb to his murderous possessiveness.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence, death, reader and yandere are both psycho

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

The screen of your phone lights up again and you only need a quick glance to know what it is. Another post about last night’s event. About your bodyguard. You sink your nails into the leather chair and look ahead towards the mirror, exchanging a smile with the hairstylist.

“Oh, it looks lovely! You always do such a great job.” You compliment the woman as you tilt your head both ways, admiring the gentle curls. Now get the fuck out already.

“I’m so glad! Is there anything else you’d like me to-”

“No, that’s all. You can go”, you respond curtly.

The stylist collects her products and waves at you, exiting the room. The phone vibrates once more with a new notification, and you promptly throw it against the door. It scatters in large chunks of scrap across the plush carpet.

The whole ordeal happened within seconds. You were performing the final song of the evening when a fan hurled himself over the security barrier and onto the stage. The people standing at the very front began screaming and some took their phones out, scrambling for a good angle to record everything.

“Please, (Y/N), I’m your biggest fan!” the man pleaded, approaching you with shaking hands.

You froze in place, observing his actions with the same indifference of watching a TV ad that goes on for too long. Before the stranger could even reach your proximity, your bodyguard effortlessly and speedily threw him over the shoulder, giving you a reassuring nod and retreating backstage. He had that smile on his face that signaled he was pissed, and your mouth hung open in realization: You wouldn’t be able to witness the massacre.

You knew that expression all too well. That man would never see the light of day again, and under normal circumstances you would be right behind your bodyguard, cheering him on and suggesting ways to further torment of whoever dared to get too close to you.

And yet, your little ritual had been interrupted. You stood there on the stage, baffled, as the other idols gathered around you with worried looks. You poor thing. That must’ve been terrifying. The audience was shouting words of support, encouraging you to continue as if nothing happened. With pursed lips, you tightened your grip around the microphone and reassured everyone of your well-being. The show had to go on, regardless of your bloodlust.

This morning, you woke up to hundreds of posts online about the incident. Or rather, the way your bodyguard dealt with it. You scrolled through photos, videos, and confessions regarding the mysterious stranger who protected you from harm.

“I need a man like that in my life!”, “I know, right? So cool!”, “Imagine how easily he’d pick you up”, “The broad shoulders! I’m in love <3”

You don’t even have time to be properly upset about it. Your schedule for the day is packed with interviews and photoshoots. You glance in the mirror one final time and exit the room. The bodyguard has been waiting for you, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“I need a new phone”, you tell him in a casual tone.

“What happened to the previous one?” He inquires, somewhat confused by your sudden request.

“Just do it!” You snap at the large man, rushing past him without providing any window for a reaction.

Ideally, you would very much like to tell him that the sudden influx of attention irritates you beyond comprehension. Then he’d reassure you that his indifference towards everyone else has not changed whatsoever, and thus your worries are entirely unfounded; but, if you need an outlet to release all that stress, he can easily find an empty changing room and service you like he always does.

Unfortunately, there is no time for that.

The bodyguard follows your movements with raised eyebrows, perplexed. What could’ve gotten you into such a sour mood? Has someone caused you to be upset? Are you still pouting after the missed playtime? He ponders the possibilities as he searches for an assistant.

The employee is visibly startled upon hearing his deep voice calling her. She turns obediently and nods, flashing her best customer-facing smile.

“Can you get (Y/N) a new phone?” he asks plainly.

“Huh? Sure…Did she specify any preferences? What was her previous model?”

He stares in confusion.

“…Can’t you guess?” she insists.

“I’m not good with these things.” The bodyguard rummages through his pocket and pulls out an old, cracked device to prove his point. “I don’t use phones much.”

Why would he? The only time he needs a phone is when he’s apart from you, which hasn’t happened since the Christmas incident. He previously considered a more modern option, so he could stalk your social media and make sure you don’t have any perverts sliding into your messages. That proved to be unnecessary, as you frequently leave your phone unattended or involve him in the process: most of your photos posted online nowadays are actually curated by his truly.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the recent craze?” The woman chuckles and takes out her own phone, speedily tapping on the screen before presenting it to the man. “See? You’re trending!”

He scans the multitude of messages. Ah, so that’s what it was. His lips curl into a grin. To think he’d witness his spoiled idol struggle with jealousy.

“That will be it for today!” the photographer announces, gesturing with his hands and guiding his helpers with the expensive equipment.

This was it, the last photoshoot. You unscrew the cap from your water bottle and take a healthy sip from it, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your other hand. The only good part about the continuous work was that you couldn’t check more of those annoying posts drooling over your bodyguard. Remembering it is enough to increase your heartbeat. The male model you were paired with for this campaign walks in your direction.

“Say, do you have anything planned after this?” He questions smugly. “You could come back to my place.”

What a ridiculous idea, you think with a grimace. Does this asshat think he’s worthy of your company? After a second of contemplation, you’re flooded with the same disappointment you felt back on the stage, watching your fan being carried away like a mere piece of cardboard over the much larger frame of your bodyguard. You might just consider the stupid offer. Why not? It’s not fair to be the only one plagued by jealousy.

“Sure. I know a better place, though.”

Your eyes narrow in a bright smile and you lead the young man towards your backstage room. As you pass by your bodyguard, you remember to mention in a low voice: “Make sure no one disturbs us.” He doesn’t answer, merely gazes at you with an empty expression.

“Man, that guy is scary as hell”, the model remarks as he throws himself in your vanity seat. “Are you not afraid to be alone with him?”

“Not really, no”, you respond idly. “You, on the other hand…”

“Excuse me?”

Now then. To set the scene, you gingerly climb into the man’s lap and adjust your arms around his neck. What a frail little human in comparison to your bodyguard. You blush in anticipation and begin counting in your head.

“H-hey, what did you mean-”

The young man is interrupted by someone’s abrupt intrusion. Your bodyguard throws you a quick glance before turning to close the door behind him. Alright, he can’t be too excited. He must pretend he’s furious, baffled, out for the hunt. You went all the way out for him. He even checked his watch to make sure you had enough time. He can’t let his enthusiasm betray him.

You jump out of the model’s hold with a gasp.

“It’s not what you think~!” you exclaim with feigned surprise. “He started flirting with me and I…” Your words trail off and you rub your arm nervously.

The bodyguard approaches the other man with monotonous movements and grabs him by the collar.

“Wait, you can’t possibly…he’s a well-known model!”, you protest with a fake cry.

Sweet little darling. Worry not, he won’t disappoint you. He’ll put on the best show for your sake. Anything to soothe your innocent heart.

“Could be the President himself”, your bodyguard confesses with a dash of theatrics, “and I’d still break his fucking neck for touching you.” He pulls out his pocketknife and looks at you. “I’ll deal with you in a moment, Miss.”

Your knees weaken and you have to rest against the vanity table. Among the screams and pleads for mercy coming from the poor butchered model, you can only focus on one thing: the violent fucking you’re about to receive.

Your bodyguard truly knows you best.

[angel-of-the-moons]

I'd adore seeing something with Eddie and Venom being your big fuck off bodyguards at the Halloween party, bonus points if the costume is just venom!

Spooky Scary... Slime-Monsters?

Eddie x Venom x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None!!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

They met you in an alley, one night. The rich inheritor to some firm or another, cornered by a bunch of no-good (tasty) thugs.

Contrary to most people, you didn't run when Venom beat the shit out of, and promptly ate the heads off of your assailants. You were... Surprisingly open-minded? Eddie found that Venom liked you, and he'd be lying if your understanding of their situation wasn't refreshing. It was nice having someone other than his ex, or Ms. Chen to talk to about this sort of thing.

But when you hit them up to be a bodyguard to a freakin' Halloween party, of all places? He was hesitant, at first. But rent and groceries were kind of expensive... And you were offering quite a bit.

So, they took the offer. They met you, once again, in an alley.

The ground shook softly as Venom landed nearby. His maw stretched into an eerie grin as you gasped in shock before realizing just who it was.

"Oh! You're here!" You sighed with a relived smile, adjusting the little witch hat on your head, "I was starting to get worried."

"Yes, well... we wanted a snack so we grabbed some... fast-food on the way in." Venom replied with his deep, rumbly voice.

"Please tell me you cleaned up before you came here." You replied, scrunching your nose rather cutely.

"Of course, we aren't savages." Venom snorted, crossing his arms over his broad chest and staring down at you; almost offended you would suggest he wouldn't clean himself of the evidence.

"Oh... Well, good." You said in reply, "Did you guys pick out a costume?"

Venom frowned--pouted, really, before rocking his head from side to side. "Eddie said costumes are dumb."

The way he stretched out the last word reminded you of a petulant child mocking their parent, and it made you smile.

"So... I guess you're going as you?" You suggested.

Venom's opalescent eyes widened for a moment, like he hadn't thought of that. As he opened his mouth, a part of his face peeled back and Eddie's own face appeared; and he did not look thrilled.

"No--"

"Yes!"

You couldn't help the giggle that came from your lips as they argued back and forth. But eventually, the symbiote wins out in the end.

And so, that's how you walk into the club, arm-in-arm with Venom.

It shocked people, to say the least, but in some cases, when people got too close, Eddie and Venom were great at pretending he was some sort of expensive, animatronic suit. A few people even stopped for some photos!

The party was a droll thing at first, slow and boring, even for a rented nightclub. But a lot of these people were friend of your parents--very few really knew how to actually have fun. Even the younger people they paid to be with for the evening seemed bored out of their skulls.

That was, until Venom had hopped on stage. He had managed to load the DJ performing into playing something a little more lively--to "get the blood pumping". Apparently, nobody but you got the morbid joke.

His ploy worked, and people began to go down to the dance floor. Well... the ones young enough to avoid breaking a hip, anyways. The older ones complained about the music tastes, but your parents, the hosts of the party, clapped Venom on the shoulder and thanked him for saving the evening.

As you all sat down to enjoy cocktails, you explained that you'd hired him as your bodyguard. When asked what had happened to your primary one, you explained that after he left you alone long enough to get robbed the night you first met Venom, you decided it was a good change of pace and protection. Your parents wholeheartedly agreed.

However, neither of you were prepared for when your dad shook Venom's hand and asked the dreaded question:

"So... Are you interested in dating our daughter?"

You wanted to die on the spot.

[minus-plus-zer0]

He Hears You Talking About Him

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships

Bakugou sat at his desk, his mood soured by the rain this morning. His classmates filed into the classroom early around him, but he paid them no mind. He rested his head on his hand, with his nose in his textbook.

But of course, his ears perked up when he heard your voice announcing your presence. You chatted animatedly with Ashido as you walked over to your desk, which happened to be right behind his. As you conversed with your friend, you passed by him and gave him a quick pat on the head, to which he briefly shared a tender glance with you.

But what he was even more interested in was what you were saying. Because he was starting to realize you were talking about him.

You set your backpack down at your desk. "And I gave him the nicest, sweetest, softest hugs! And he looked so pleased!"

"No way!" Ashido said, like the subject of their conversation wasn't within earshot. "Him? Pleased? Did you cast some sort of brainwashing spell on him?"

"No no no!" you whined. "I really mean it, he's the sweetest guy ever. He bought me flowers the other day because he knew I loved them. I've still got them in my dorm room next to my bed so I see them when I wake up every morning. And he looked so satisfied knowing I was taking good care of what he gave me. He's really not as bad as everyone says he is. He's kind, and loyal, and affectionate, and funny, and--"

"That better be me you're talking about," he said, without raising his head from his desk.

"Uh oh!" Ashido said, leaning on your desk. "Bakugou knows when he's being called out!"

"Shut. Up."

"Of course I'm talking about only you, Katsuki!" you said, poking him in the back with a pencil. "You are one of the best boyfriends I've ever had! Thank you so much for being so cute!"

Bakugou really tried to keep a sour expression fixed onto his face but it wasn't working. He wasn't really sure how to react, but he really enjoyed hearing everything you said. He honestly wasn't sure if he was bad boyfriend material or if his standards for himself were too high as you once suggested, but he always wanted to show you he loved you as much as you loved him and he needed you to know this regardless of how grouchy he seemed. Bakugou never wanted you to feel unloved just because he couldn't express himself properly. You, on the other hand, were much more open with your feelings. That was another thing he needed to surpass you on.

"Look! Look at your boyfriend!" Ashido lightly tugged on your arm. "You made him happy! I've never seen him that weird type of frustrated and happy!"

"Really?" You peered over at him, trying to see his face. "I hope you are happy, Katsuki!"

Bakugou felt terrible about not being able to respond to your affections in kind. He didn't like how you gave it away freely, yet nobody returned your affection at the same level.

Bakugou stood from his seat and then pulled you over by the arm.

"What are you--"

"Come here."

He kissed you for the first time in front of all your classmates. You had already both kissed in private, but his lips felt new and exciting when everybody watched. You could hear some gossiping in the far distance, but your mind tuned it out when his hands met your hair.

He let you go. He gazed upon you like you were the sweetest thing in his life.

"Dummy," he said. "Thank you."

He gave you a final kiss on the cheek and then returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened.

Ashido squealed and dragged you back over to her. "Oh my gosh! Why did he just kiss you? I've never seen him kiss anyone!"

"See?" you said. "What I'd tell you? He's very sweet! And he's my best friend! He also once told me I'm his first girlfriend and he's gonna treat me right. Isn't that so romantic?"

And so you and Ashido continued to jabber on about your boyfriend, who was still unfortunately within earshot. But Bakugou was determined to fully pay you back later for your sweetness, one way or another. He just needed to figure out how to outdo you once and for all.

Little did you know, you made his rainy day a whole lot better!

(Just needed to get some quick thoughts out of my head and onto a page for once)

[rvp32]

Heir to the Clan's Legacy- Chapter 2

You flash step to Kazuha's house and knock on her door. 

"Zuha..you're here, right? Can we hang out? Let’s celebrate getting into our squads."

"Sure let's go! I was hoping to run into you and the others to go celebrate!" Zuha says

You shake your head though. 

"Zuha wait...that's not exactly what I meant..I wanted to celebrate with you a different way.."

Zuha being the innocent and lost girl she always is, "Huh what do you mean" She questions

"Zuha...I like you. You like me too right? I want to be in a relationship with you...it's important to restart my clan someday, but I'd like to explore a relationship with you."

"oh Y/n this is all of a sudden, but yes, I do like you and I would also love to explore our relationship and see where it goes"

You then take a step forward and kiss her passionately. 

"I want you to be mine, Zuha...I want to mark you as mine.."

Zuha kisses you deepening the kiss and playing with your tongue 

you snake your hand around her back and pull her closer to you

"I've been waiting a long time to do that.." You say sincerely. You hold onto Zuha's hand. 

"Shall we go? Let's find the others and get something to eat. Hold on tight okay?" 

Zuha blushes. 

"I can just follow you, ya know?" 

"Yeah, but my flash step is faster than yours!" You tease.

"Hey that's not true and you know that, I can keep up with you!" Kazuha whines 

"I know you can, but I also want to carry my precious girlfriend," you say causing Kazuha to blush

Zuha was already lieutenant-level. Her flash step, swordsmanship, and even Hakuda. She had a very graceful way of combat. But her kido skills were captain-level. 

You didn't want to tell her you always held back. 

Zuha hits you lightly. "In private okay? I don't want all of soul society to see us like that so soon?" 

You nod and smile.

"Okay..okay..let's go..let's see, Mina should be closest to you right? Let's go find her next."

"So tell me, what do you want to do after we meet with Mina?" Kazuha asks as she follows behind you.

"I don't know yet, but I was thinking of trying to get some food and chill at her place" you reply hoping to cool off a little.

Zuha nods. 

But you turn around and flash her a smile. And kiss her forehead. 

"I've wanted to do that for a long time..." You then grab her hand flash step faster than before. 

Zuha noticed you moved faster but she kept the thought to herself.

'Was he always this fast' Zuha thought as she tried to keep up with you. 

Once you reach Mina's place, you knock on the door and while waiting for her to open the door, you place a quick kiss on Kazuha's lips. 

"Hey, I told you not outside, once we are home we can do this how much ever you want, " she says. 

"OH however long I want huh?" You tease.

Zuha blushes and hits you gently. 

"Yah..not in front of Mina or in public okay?" 

"Mhmm...I want to talk to you about something later too, but in private." You say gently.

"Ohh what's it about?" Zuha asks her curiosity getting the better of her. 

Mina opens the door, "Heyy! I wasn't expecting you guys!" Mina says, smiling and excited

You smile back. 

"Mina! Congrats, I heard you got picked and you chose squad 3. Isn't Captain Ichimaru kind of scary though? We want to celebrate with you."

"Yeah, I would love to celebrate!! he is kinda scary at first but when you get to know him a little he isn't too bad" Mina says 

"ohh that is interesting because I have never once heard that man speak," you reply. 

"Alright forget about the captains for a bit, where do you guys want to celebrate!!" Zuha says

"Let's go get some Japanese BBQ, you suggest." 

"Should we see where Jihyo and Nayeon are?" 

"I think they said they were off training, you know how those two are. Let's just go the 3 of us." Mina says.

"Yeah sure, those guys won't stop training for some reason, almost like they are trying to become captains!" Kazuha says 

"BBQ sounds so nice right now, I am starving after all that swimming I was just doing," Mina replies as she plays with her hair 

"It's settled then let's go and get some Japanese BBQ!" you scream and walk toward the restaurant with Zuha and Mina following you

Mina raises her eyebrow a little too and looks to Kazuha. 

"Was he always that fast?" She asks as you disappear in a powerful flash step, effortlessly.

"I know right? I always thought that I could keep up and maybe even have a chance at beating him but he must have been hiding his true speed," Zuha says as she tries to follow you. 

"That sneaky bastard I can't believe that he would hide this from us!" Mina says, she slowed down a little to let Kazuha keep up with her but she was a lot faster than her but not as fast as you.

"There you guys are, I've been waiting forever.." You tease. 

As you all get seated, you sit across from Kazuha and Mina both and prepare to feast.

"Don't act so cocky!" Mina says as she finishes ordering the food. Given that Mina and Kazuha used to be Japanese before they came to Soul Society, you decided not to interfere because they would know what tasted the best 

"So tell me, what have you guys been up to, we haven't met since basically the last day of the tests which was when we all graduated," Mina asks

"Not much on my end, just preparing for those tests.." You say, but you subtly reach under the table with your left hand and rub at Kazuha's foot.

Gasp Kazuha's sudden gasp alerts Mina 

"what happened? Is something wrong," Mina asks Zuha.

You shoot Kazuha another look but continue to rub at her foot. 

"Hey, I prepared for my exam alright, don't need to gasp and act so surprised," I say recovering quickly.

"yeah right given how long I have known you, you were probably lazing around and bothering Taeyeon Unnie instead of actually studying," Kazuha replies in retaliation. 

"That is so true, I wonder how poor Taeyeon Unnie deals with you, it must be so draining for her to be your caretaker," Mina replies.

You decide to get revenge by placing Kazuha's foot against your crotch. Your face sours a little at the mention of Taeyeon..which reminded you..there was someone you needed to visit after this.

Kazuha gives you a shocked look as she feels your dick growing on her feet, she didn't know what to do especially given that Mina was right next to her grilling the meat.

What you would give to have them both right now...both of them pleasuring you...both Kazuha and Mina's soft ballerina feet on your cock

fuck it would be absolute heaven to have those skilled feet working your cock and trying to make it cum, you thought as Zuha continued to grill the meat. 

You quickly finish up your BBQ meal and enjoy the conversation. 

"This was fun, but I've got to run and visit my aunt.." You say.

"Okay, see you around," Kazuha and Mina say in unison before both going their way.

You flash step to your aunt Yoona's. You were now very pent up.

"Hey, Y/N what are you doing here shouldn't you be at home with Taeyeon unnie? " She questions as she lets you into her house

You shake your head. 

"We got into a little spat, so I honestly need comfort right now..." You say, hugging Yoona, but rubbing at her back. She felt nice, a lovely woman, and like a second mother to you.

"Aww is that so baby! what did Unnie do to make you run away from home like this, "Yoona says as she also rubs the back of your head hoping to cool you down a little

You nod. 

"I-I tried to show Taeyeon how much she meant to me..how much I love her...but she rejected me...you wouldn't do that would you?" I say as I pull away from the hug and kiss her passionately.

Yoona is shocked at first but gives it and kisses you deeply. Eventually, both of you pull apart for air 

"I was not expecting that baby but if that is what you want then your auntie will indulge you pretty boy," Yoona says as she pulls you into another deep and passionate kiss, this time pushing her tongue into your mouth and exploring it

I then pull away. 

"I want to call you Mommy as well...I'm so pent up..mommy...can you make me feel better?" I say with lust.

"Aww does my little baby have a mommy kink?" Yoona teases 

"maybe..." you reply shy about finally admitting something that you haven't told anyone about. 

"you have to be honest with me baby, otherwise mommy can't make you feel better," Yoona says

"I do..especially when it's with a beautiful woman like you..." I say as I go into her kiss again, this time with my tongue.

you reach around Yoona and grab her ass with both your hands giving I a nice squeeze, this causes Yoona to moan into your mouth. 

"Someone is very excited to feel their mommy," Yoona says as she feels your hard cock poking her stomach through your clothes. 

"You're mine now, mommy...I've wanted you for a long time...and you know the clan rules...I need a harem to rebuild."

"I know the rules baby but would your mommy be okay with this, I am in fact her best friend so I will have to tell her about all this once we are finished," Yoona warns.

I smirk internally. 

"Why? It's my life...I'm an adult now, so are you. You want this right? You love me right? You'd make such a good mother to my children, our future children. Tell me...don't you want me to breed you?"

"Fuck, I would love nothing more than to be bred by you but I also don't want to destroy my relationship with your mommy Taeyeon so until you get her permission no breeding me but we can still take care of this," Yoona says as she rubs your clothed cock

You moan. 

"Footjob Mommy...that's what I want first..can you go sit in that chair and give me a hot footjob?"

"if that's what you want baby boy then that's what you shall get," Yoona says before sitting on the chair and you kneel in front of her and take off your clothes and let your hard cock free.

I grab her ankle and raise her right foot to my face, smelling it, and kiss her sole. She uses her other foot and rubs at my cock.

"such a hard cock and those balls look so full, I see that your mommy Taeyeon has been neglecting you quite a bit hasn't she," yoona says as she enjoys you worshipping her foot and your cock throbbing on her other foot. 

You pout and nod. 

"Yes...they are so full and need to be drained...I fucking love your feet, Mommy..." You say as you suck on her toes with pure hunger. Yoona grips your cock head with her toes.

"Aww is that so pretty boy let mommy make you cum all over her pretty feet," Yoona says as she plays with your hard cock.

Yoona follows what you ask and uses both her feet and grips your feet tight and hard pumping them with vigor. 

"Does that feel good baby?" Yoona asks

"Holy fuck...that feels so good..oh fuck Mommy...yeah your feet are so pretty...so strong..fuck it's so hot...I want to cum all over your feet!"

"Go on baby paint your mommy's pretty feet white with all your cum! Show me how much you are enjoying this" Yoona says.

I howl and my spiritual pressure flares up as I explode, unleashing a hot torrent of white cum all over her feet. 

"Oh fuck yes mommy..." I groan loudly.

"Oh wow that's a lot of cum, you must've been quite frustrated baby," Yoona says as she picks up your cum from her feet and licks it

"I was..so much.." You then flash step and pick her up, tossing her on her bed. 

"And now I need to fuck you mommy...fuck you so fucking hard.." You growl as your energy increases.

"oh is that so? I love your young enthusiasm such a needy boy, go on Show me, fuck me baby"  Yoona said. 

"yes Mommy I am going to fuck you hard so fucking hard that you won't be able to walk for the next week after we are done!" you said.

You smirk and subtly use a kido to call for a hidden hell butterfly. "Send to Taeyeon...tell her to come to Yoona's..."

"what are you doing pretty boy, leaving your pretty mommy like me waiting for your fat cock," Yoona moans as she plays with her drenched pussy

I smirk. 

"How bad do you want it, mommy? Your baby boy is all grown up now..and ready to own and ruin your fucking pussy.."

"I need it so fucking badly, my pussy is ready for that fat cock to stretch out my tight pussy," Yoona moans

I snarl and shove it all the way inside without more warning. 

"Holy fucking hell..you're so fucking tight, hot and wet.." I can't help but kiss her with my tongue.

"OH MY FUCKING GODD! That fat cock is stretching me out so fcking badly" Yoona moans! 

"Holy fuck this is amazing, you are so fucking deep inside me, I can feel it in my stomach," Yoona screams, her stomach bulging every time you push your cock deep into her

"Who owns this pussy now, mommy? Who fucking owns it?"

"You! You own my fucking, it belongs to you !"

I begin to thrust harshly, quickly, and powerfully inside her. Loving how her stomach bulged every time. 

"Tell me again..you don't want me to fucking breed you mommy? You don't want me to paint your walls white?"

"No no not without Taeyeon unnies permission! She will be livid!" Yoona manages to say as she is being pounded and destroyed

You had to time this right...hopefully, Taeyeon received your message and will be here soon…

"Oh my god this is just so perfect, I am going to go dumb with how hard you are fucking me! Keep going!" Yoona moans.

But you pull out and then choke her a little. 

"I will only keep going if I can dump my seed inside you, Mommy..." I growl.

"No anything but that baby! I told you anything but that please put it back in, it feels so empty without that huge cock inside my pussy" Yoona whines

"You said I own your pussy. If that's true...I'm going to cum inside of it whenever I want!" I hiss and plunge back inside her again, going even harder this time.

"Nggh fuckkk I want it so bad but we shouldn't, I can't do that to unnie she will kill me" Yoona moans

You pull out and increase your spiritual pressure. 

"If I can't cum inside you, then I'm not going to fuck you." I hiss.

"No no pleaseee just this once baby, mommy needs it so badly. Please baby don't stop it feels so fucking amazing!" Yoona groans

You push your cock near her pussy, but just the tip. 

"I cum inside. That's the deal." I say with lust.

" Please baby I want it so badly but I can't destroy my friendship" Yoona whines

You smirk, Yoona was too lustful to notice, but you could sense Taeyeon coming. 

You then plunge your cock inside her harshly and begin to fuck her with abandon. 

"Bakudo, Sai!" I say, paralyzing Yoona so you could just fuck her without resistance.

"Fuck Mommy your pussy is so tight and perfect, it's sucking in my cock like there is no tomorrow," you say

Yoona could barely comprehend what was happening....she couldn't think about how you used a level 1 binding spell on her. That shouldn't have been possible.

You sensed Taeyeon was close by so you needed to time this perfectly.

Yoona was completely unable to move and the pleasure was getting too much for her, her mind was blanking.

You smirk. 

"Perfect..oh I'm cumming mommy! I'm going to fucking cum in you!"

Yoona tried to struggle but she couldn't do anything, for some reason, the spell was too powerful completely immobilizing her

You explode a hot white torrent inside her, coating her walls. "Oh fuck Mommy...get bred...you're my whore now..." As you empty inside, right on cue, you feel the door open and a presence behind you.

Yoona was lost in pleasure her eyes rolling back at the feeling of your hot cum being dumped inside her filling her up to the brim

"What the hell is this?" A woman screams behind you and you smirk, turning around.

Yoona gets a glimpse of who it is and tries to move but the spell is preventing her from moving and even speaking up. 

"Oh you are here a lot faster than expected Mommy," You say as you slowly pull out of Yoona

[the-maddened-hatter]

Alright so I pretty much said all of this verbatim on a reblog of someone else's post, but I wanted to put it here on my blog too.

As I've mentioned before, I would *very* much like to see Peri canonically having a disability that causes him to use his wand/cane and not just have it be an accessory, and so I analyzed the episodes he's in that I've been able to see so far and came up with a few observations:

As much as I'd be unopposed to seeing it portrayed, leg issues don't really seem like a major deal to fairies in general given as Cosmo misplaced his for most of an episode and a pair of sticks were a good enough replacement for him to have fun at the arcade in human form (without even drawing human attention)

And Peri can apparently use his powers as listed above without his cane since he doesn't always immediately have it on his person (especially since Dev & Hazel took his cane in Lost in Fairy World and he didn't have any power or mobility problems)

But!

I *could* easily see him having some kind of magical fatigue issue or magical equivalent of hypotonia or balance disorder, since he's shown to be

very tired after a morning spent magically creating cupcakes (a probably small but very repetitive task that leaves him running low on energy)

When his stationary float is disrupted he remains seated instead of floating back up again

3. A minor contact/startle reflex is enough to disrupt his hover and cause him to immediately fall pretty hard if not very far

4. speaking of distance, he is shown to sometimes float a bit lower than his parents, which, while not consistent and likely just an animation choice, could tie in with the other points to support the diagnosis theory

However, pain may admittedly be more of a factor than the above images suggest,

he may not just be tired from shape shifting like I'd thought since right before that he was walking (albeit in horse form) and afterwards (low) cloud float is apparently easier and faster for him than just quickly trotting past his parents

He also didn't really seem to be having too much of a problem at all before he hit the ground

Where it goes to a definitely tired and possibly more pained look.

Maybe he didn't want to tell Dev that it was painful either out of pride or because he didn't want to potentially upset him and just went with "tired" because that was what he assumed. It'd be interesting to see if it happens again in a different form.

Personally I think it'd be cool to see both and have it be a chronic condition (directly magical or otherwise) that he already had before the series began (diagnosed or not).

If he's the first fairy kid born in a long time he probably would have been monitored very closely, but it may have taken a while for doctors to notice a problem since there was little reference for comparison and may have even caused some potentially serious problems that gave Comso & Wanda a bad scare, which could tie in pretty well with their developing a high amount of over protectiveness of him, and that in turn leading him to try and behave too far in the other direction (not seeking help when he really does need it, pushing himself way too hard and suffering the fallout which he then tries to hide, ect)

If he's undiagnosed but having the problems it could be interesting to see sort of an inversion of the "character must learn to accept their disability" storyline wherein he's more connecting certain events & symptoms and we get to see him adapting to accommodations and letting himself try different approaches moreso than to having new symptoms (though we as the audience may see these symptoms more or behaviors contextualized as symptoms where they weren't necessarily before).

Idk either way I just think it would be cool (and I've probably put away more analysis into this than will ever pay off lol)

also to everyone who draws him as a disabled mobility device user: ILY please draw more of it it feeds my soul

[so0thsayer]

random lost boys HCs !!! (x gn!reader)

I have to get these out of my system. They have been marinating for far too long man omg. Also, this is also my first post so................ lets pray i did this right🙏🙏 also i didnt really proof read lol

let me know if you wanna see more stuff like this :3

WARNINGS: mentions of scars, drugs, biting, scratching. slightly suggestive (nothing too crazy)

David: 𖦹 I'd kill for you.

𖦹 loves to leave marks and love bites anywhere he can sink his teeth. His favourite places to mark would probably be the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades and the inside of your thighs. He understands the importance of the marks not being visible to the public - so he likes to sink his fangs in places that most people cant see. BUT- he'd def leave hickeys in very obvious spots.

𖦹 Wants everyone to know you're his. Not afraid to get handsy in public if you let him.

𖦹 enjoys a good book every now and then, but only when your head is on his lap.

𖦹 typa guy to guide you around with his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your waist/ shoulders 24/7.

𖦹 Your seat in the cave is right next to his

Paul: 𖦹 He’s very touchy, but times that by 1000 when he gets his lips wrapped around that stick of holy grass (yes i am a paul does drugs sometimes believer). He would want to feel the heat of your skin, even scratching at you sometimes just to have a piece of you under his nails.

𖦹 Not scared to show affection in public. He has no shame.

𖦹 CONSTANT flirting

𖦹 Has a collection of stolen goods. Even stuff that he would never use. If you show an interest in a trinket he has stolen, he'll give it to you whether you want it or not.

𖦹 music buff. loves sharing his takes on popular songs and artists. He likes to bring you to the boardwalk stage to listen to some live music, usually sitting on the outer skirts of the crowd.

𖦹 has a bunch of stupid pet/nicknames for you. (dollface, sugar, sweetness, etc.)

Marko: 𖦹 hovers over you a lot. Always getting up and going places with you without a question, even if you dont ask him to come. He just really enjoys your company, never shy of interesting conversations.

𖦹 This man's love language is playful teasing, dont try to tell me otherwise !!! Not even in a mean way- just always striving to make you laugh in his own way.

"You got something there" He points at your shirt. As you look down, he flicks your nose. "Gotcha." He chuckles.

𖦹 the best at cooking out of the four of them, often taking over the cook pot to make your favourite meals.

𖦹 he'd bark at someone if they tried to get with you LMAO

𖦹 one of his favourite ways to pass the time with you is hitting the up the boardwalk clothes stores. He loves picking out new clothes for you, letting you know how good you look in them. "Damn, babe."

𖦹 having you over his shoulder gives him a constant ego boost.

Dwayne: 𖦹 I'd die for you.

𖦹 definitely love marks, scars etc. idk, he just seems like the kinda guy who would. He loves the way they feel under his fingers as he caresses his lover’s skin. He reads the stories they tell like brail. And for stretch marks, he loves the way they glisten in the light as they fade, and he loves the way they make an indent, rather than a bump for once. Perhaps he'd also like leaving a few marks of his own, like a bite mark or two, but he also doesn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

𖦹 cuddling with this man would be incredible.

𖦹 loves it when you play with his beautiful hair :3 (has a hard time asking for you to tho- he feels a great warmth when you do it without him asking). honestly just loves being touched by you in general

𖦹 he isn’t so much a go out of his way to smother you kinda guy, but he will gladly hug you tightly if you hug him. His favourite ways to touch you are to wrap his arm around his waist, putting his arm over your shoulder while you’re sitting with each other and stroking your hair and skin while you lay your head on his lap. He just loves to feel your warmth on his cold finger tips.

𖦹 100000000x more affectionate in private dude

𖦹 the moment you ask him for something he’s on it. “Hey, could you get me-“ and he’s already handing it to you. He loves helping you in every way possible.

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hope you enjoyed my first post !! :3 I know it's kinda short but I couldnt really find anything else to add😭 i am stressed

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I tell a couple I'm a mistress for both of them?

this is a long one and a very weird situation but here we go. I (28F) have been seeing two people recently. I've been seeing C (30F) for a little over 5 months and M (29M) for almost 6 months. both relationships are currently in a state of non-commitment, even though I've expressed feelings in both relationships and theyve been reciprocated, but I'm naturally not a super commitment-focused person and both of the people I'm seeing have respected that a lot, so yeah.

anyways, both relationships have been great and I'm incredibly happy w them, and since neither are committed to me I've kind of just assumed that both C and M were likely seeing other people as well even if we haven't talked about it.

WELL. about a week ago C came over to my place to spend the night, which she does like once a week or every other week. she goes to take a shower and I start gathering laundry and grab her stuff to throw in with mine and take her phone out of her jeans. I glance at the screen and see a few texts from a contact called "my love <3"

I was kinda surprised by this because while not talking to me about casual relationships is not something I would care about, the contact name made me think she had a more serious relationship going on, which I don't mind but would like to be informed about.

soooo okay I did an admittedly asshole thing and read the text. and then read a few more. and it became apparent that this was a REALLY committed relationship. like, I love yous, I'll be back home soon, please remember to grab so and so from the grocery store, stuff like that.

the contact picture looked kind of familiar too so I clicked on it to see better and it ended up being a picture of M.

I kind of flipped at this bc this is kind of a ridiculous situation, and I left my apartment for some air. I came back like 30 minutes later and C was waiting for me and confused where I'd been (she didn't see/hear me leave since she was still in the shower).

I apologized to her for looking at her phone but told her that I saw the texts from her partner, and that I was feeling kind of hurt that she hadn't told me that she had a more serious relationship going on, since she knows I value transparency. I specifically did not mention that I was also dating M or knew who he was because I felt I needed to scope out the situation more.

she ended up breaking down in tears and spilled everything. told me that M is her husband, that he doesn't know she's been seeing me, that shes felt so conflicted and guilty because she loves him but has really grown to love me too, that she feels wrong and dirty for keeping everything secret. I'm upset that I've been made into a mistress without knowing, but I try to talk to her about everything, we end up staying up super late talking and crying and pouring our hearts out. I still don't mention that I'm dating M too because I feel like I need to talk to him about this before any big decisions are made on my part.

I ended up inviting M to stay at my place a few nights later, and I confront him about the fact that I know he has a wife (made up something about my friend seeing them out together) and ask why he's kept this from me. his reaction was really similar. guilt, not understanding why he's attracted to two people at once, saying he very deeply loves C and doesn't want to leave her but really loves me too, says he's confused and doesn't know what to do. I don't mention to him that I know C or that I'm dating her.

I asked him if he's heard of polyamory before, and he said yes but he doesn't know anything about it really. I ended up encouraging him to maybe talk to his wife to see if that's something she'd be interested in, but he was terrified that she'd be hurt by the suggestion.

I really do love both of them and don't want to leave them. I've been poly for a long time and am very familiar with navigating ethical non monogamy, and to me this feels a lot like two poly people struggling to come to terms with and accept a facet of their sexualities, and they're just navigating that confusion and self discovery in ways that are...not great. but, I want to give them grace for their mistakes I guess?

so this is the part where I think I might be the asshole if I go thru with it. I've talked with both C and M separately about talking to their spouse about what's been going on and about polyamory in general, and they're both fucking terrified and really don't want to. so, I was thinking of inviting them both to my place at the same time to hash it out (without telling them that the other person will be there, since they still don't know I'm dating both of them). I think once they realize they've been dating the same person things might be easier to navigate, and will force them to confront what's been going on?? but also idk if springing this on them is the best thing I could do, but I really have no idea how to navigate this differently.

to be frank, if they love each other and both love me, my ideal outcome is that we continue things as they have been but with no secrecy and 100% transparency. I'm also afraid that even though they've both been seeing the same person and have expressed interest in polyamory after talking about it with me, they might feel personally betrayed by each other and everything could backfire spectacularly, AND I could possibly explode their whole marriage.

so, WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

[g-xix]

🔞Threesome. | WillNE x reader x Lando Norris 🎃

Summary: When Will drunkenly places a bet against Lando winning, and ends up having to share this girlfriend with the cocky Brit with a predilection for this gf...

CWs: threesome, blowjob, cunnilingus, lots of 🍒 play, double penetration, anal, cream pie, lots of praise, showing you off + other drivers knowing, lingerie, hickeying, talk about involving cameras, Lando Norris...

Notes: this one's long and absolutely filthy, enjoy this one (also I've queued this up at the beginning of October - I hope no drama comes to LN between the time of scheduling and when this posts....

"Verstappen's car's more likely to blow into a million pieces than for you to get podium this weekend, Norris," Will poked fun, the grid laughing with him as Lando just dropped his head down - shaking it in disagreement with a silent smile on his face nonetheless. Quiet confidence.

Having Will join Quadrat and Lando in his f1 journeying had been both a blessing and an annoyance. Yet as Will and Lando sat at the bar, just a few days out from the Monaco event, Lando happily found himself  laughing and joking with his co-owner and a few other friends from the grid, sipping on his fruity cocktail and listening to Will's own drunken claims.

"You're gonna be there on Sunday?" Lando looked up to Will, smile still warm across his lips. 

"Course I am, me and the girlfriend will be there alright."

"She excited to see me win?" Lando licked his lips, enjoying how the mention of his girlfriend had Will annoyed once more - the smile dropping and eye roll indicating that Lando had successfully gotten under Will's skin. That was always Lando's way out of being Will's joke - mentioning Will's girlfriend and watching as he became defensive and gave Lando the upper hand once more. 

"I think she'd rather see Hamilton win." Will sighed, raising his beer to his lips once more.

"No worries, I'll get that podium," Lando asserted proudly - patting Will's shoulder as he added - "Just for her."

A couple snickers were heard from the other people who had joined the conversation - always loving the banter between Will and Lando. The entertainer and the driver that made such a humorous yet lively duo, atmosphere always zealous whenever with the charismatic pairing. 

"It'll be another great year of seeing Verstappen finish you," Will grumbled, sipping on his drink, though Lando's grin only widened at Will's almost moody seeming rebuttal. 

"You're sooo confident I won't get a win, huh." Lando egged Will's babbles on. "You should bet something."

That perked Will up a bit.

"Now you know I'm a man of betting - and I'd love to make an easy bit of money from your overconfidence. How much you thinking?"

"Oh, I'm not thinking money with this one," Lando laughed at Will - already knowing how Will would bet on any sum of money without batting an eyelid. And Will's brow certainly quirked with interest as Lando raised two fingers to beckon Will closer, before he himself leaned in to Will and whispered a better deal into Will's ear; his hand on his shoulder keeping him close so that Will had to listen to every detail of Lando's alternative suggestion of a bet.

Leclerc raised a brow, as he passed, curious as to what Lando muttered with his signature cocky smirk - eliciting looks of shock, contempt and yet ambivalent intrigue from the Northerner's face as Lando whispered into Will's ear.

"What are they doing...?" Leclerc questioned the grid members as he approached the little circle, eyes still fixated on the pair as he engrossed himself with the situation.

"Betting." Piastri responded, shaking his head in disappointment, all too familiar with Will's lack of a boundary when it came to placing bets.

"What are they betting on?" Leclerc's brows knitted together, confused by the whole situation and yearning to know what Norris could've possibly said to elicit such a reaction from Will.

Yet before Piastri could even begin to formulate a response, Will pulled back from Lando and stared almost offendedly the cheeky Brit with an near grave look in the eyes, his expression straight and deadpan whilst Lando's was devious - with crinkled eyes and an almost teasing grin in response to Will's seriousness.

Despite Will's lack of enthusiasm, however, Lando was daring enough to extend his hand - fingers outstretched and beckoning for a handshake. An agreement to whatever elusive and enigmatic idea he'd thrown at Will.

And in spite of Will's contrasting graveness?

Will slapped his palm into Lando's, shaking it resolutely. 

And in some horrifying irony, Lando's smile widened by tenfold - lips stretching up to the corners of his cheeks, devious glint in his eyes at Will's agreement - knowing that he had Will's irrevocable word. And Leclerc knew that seeing Lando give that look was never a good sign.

"No fucking clue," Piastri's reply finally came back. "But based on that reaction, we'll need God to help us all."

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"You like Lando, don't you?" Will brought up randomly as you were doing your hair, the day of the qualifiers, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact through the mirror. 

"Yeah, course I do." Your response came back nonchalantly - though your brows furrowed at the silence that followed your confirmation. "What have you done, Will."

"Oh, nothing too major or anything." Will picked up a tea cup from the bedside table, looking at the underside of the cup - examining the label and picking at it to now avoid making eye contact, as though that china was the most interesting thing in the world. He was guilty of something and you knew it. "Just made a bet."

A grin spread across your face at Will's silence, indicating he had done something so bad he was nervous to even say it. "Tell more please, my love..."

"Well, I was sorta drunk last night and, well, obviously I was telling Lando there was absolutely no chance that he wins... And he suggested he made a bet on it..." Whilst Will spoke, he crossed the room slowly, buttoning his shirt up one by one until he was stood behind you - his face out of view in the mirror, only his torso and top of his trousers visible - forearms exposed by the shirt sleeves that had ridden up, exposing the definition wrapped by a few veins decorating the pretty flesh "If he wins and gets podium tomorrow-" He placed his hand on your waist, bending down from the hips to press his lips to your ear as he whispered: "He gets to join in with us afterwards."

There was a silence that followed the confession.

"You're telling me..." You spoke slowly.  "That you bet Lando wouldn't win and I'm gonna have you two tag teaming me if he does?" You turned around, raising a brow almost unimpressed at your partner. 

"Yep."

You laughed at Will's simple response, rolling your eyes and smiling at the blockhead idiot. "You really need to stop dragging me into your bets, Will."

"Why, you don't wanna be a part of this anymore?" Will's thumb rubbed over your skin, circling and eliciting too much feeling from your body, which leaned into his comforting touch subconsciously - making you have to pull away and get up and off your seat to respond to Will, turning around and looking up into Will's eyes, rather than through the mirror.

"No, I'm not opposed," You answered honestly, eyes locked with your boyfriend's as the corner of his lip tugged into a smirk. "But you gotta realise that if you keep bringing me into your bets, one day you aren't gonna win your bets and then you're just gonna have to sit there and deal with your naivety and watch as someone else really does fuck me in front of you."

Will's devious smile only spread across your lips, his smirk growing in size as well as though he wouldn't even be opposed to losing his bet anymore - turned on by the prospect of sharing you with his friends, in a way he hadn't even realised would turn him on so much. 

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The comfy sofas and blinding white lights were prepared for the bright and early for a 8am Quadrat video shoot, Lando arriving there punctually at 8:02 and getting cosy whilst waiting for his co-host. That was until he saw Will strolling in - accompanied by his girlfriend. You.

Lando hadn't drank last night... Or at least not as much as Will...

Drunk, slurring and overconfident - Will had agreed to Lando's proposition - that he'd share his girlfriend that night, if Norris got his first ever win. And yet now, seeing Will with a happy smile, arm threaded through yours and enthusiastically chatting with a producer whilst you held his forearm, laughing with the group... 

Now, Lando couldn't help but wonder whether Will remembered any of last night. Any of the bets made, the crude banter, how the night ended. And even if Will did remember - had he told you?? By the look of things (i.e. you, seemingly comfortable and not looking particularly unhappy with Will), it appeared as though last night hadn't even happened.

Which meant... Maybe the bet was all called off.

In a strange way, Lando almost felt as though a weight was off of his shoulders. No having to confront you about it, nor the added pressure whilst racing... Lando gave himself a moment to look down to the floor, blood pressure decreasing as he took a deep breath before looking up and making eye contact with yourself - watching as you left Will's side and advanced the room to join Lando on the set.

"So, we're shagging if you win?"

Lando felt the breath knocked from his lungs, coughing and wheezing as he was shocked by your blunt admission.

Maybe Will had remembered the bet then. 

"So-erm, I s'pose Will told you, then...?" Lando couldn't help the stutter as his cheeks tinged bright red whilst you sat on the sofa besides him - his gaze lowered in embarrassment - catching your legs, crossed one over the other with your hand between your thighs. He couldn't see the devious smile on your face as you watched the flustered reaction with a sort of self-indulgent pleasure. 

"Yeah, he did tell me." You smiled as you took your lip between your teeth. 

"What, and you're all fine with that?" Lando felt his heartrate decreasing, trying to hone his confidence back to match your own tenacity.

"Maybe I'm more than fine with it." Your green-flag of approval was almost an ego-boost to the driver, and it was visible to you within the way a grin spread across Lando's own lips, confidence soaring past yours now as he quirked a brow up at you. Your hand inched over from between your legs however, instead sliding across his thigh - sitting on his upper leg in a way that made him let out a small breath or gasp as you shuffled closer to whisper into his ear: "I guess you gotta win first to get there, though."

"Oh yeah?" Lando couldn't help as his tongue traced over his lips which curled into a smirk, flirting with his mate's girlfriend so shamelessly, having had a little something for you for so long and finally seeing something of a chance to have something with you. The way your breath fanned over his own skin within the intimate conversation has his thoughts turning wild and feral, your husky tone making his whole body heat up. "I'll be winning just for you tomorrow then, baby."

"Hm, we'll see sweetheart." Your hand rubbed delicately, your touch feather light over his thigh in a way that made his head spin. You could tell - and you loved knowing that you had that effects on him - watching as his eyes dissociated and visibly clouded. "Just don't disappoint me now."

"EVERYONE ON SET AND READY TO FILM IN ONE MINUTE!" A producer called from across the room. And that was your queue to up and go. Not before wishing you goodbyes, though.

Leaning in for a swift hug before leaving, you whispered "Good luck, sweets," before pulling away from the hug - seeing Lando's own smirk as he gave one quiet reply before letting you go.

"That set you wore in your most recent Instagram post?" Lando reminded you of the Boux Avenue lingerie you'd posted as a promotion on your Instagram. And you'd noticed Lando's like beneath the post, just 2 minutes after you'd posted. "Wear that for me, tomorrow."

You knew you didn't have time to reply to his overconfidence, and so all you could do was pull away with the subtlest of winks to the curly haired brunet, pushing him back lightly by the chest so that his knees buckled and he flopped back against the sofa. He wrapped his arm around the back of the chair - manspreading and licking his lips as he watched you walk offset, hips swaying oh so temptingly as his hand delved beneath his jeans, tucking his biological show of arousal into his waistband. 

Who knew a bet that was made to make Will mad would have Lando feeling this crazy for you...

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Your tongue traced over your cheeks as you looked at yourself in the mirror again. The dress was impeccable. Gorgeous. Stunning. And as requested, you'd worn a lacy black set which someone had a particular predilection for. 

Issue?

That stunning dress' leg slit. Undeniably sexy - the slit rode up your thigh and showed off the delicious tan that glowed across your smooth skin - riding so high, in fact, that no matter what panties you'd tried working with... They all unfortunately showed. And the black strap of the thong matching your lacy bra was no exception, contrarily looking most obvious and making you roll your eyes as you tried it on again just to double check whether you could manoeuvre it out of the way.

"What you doin'?" Will popped his head back around the door, voice breathy and eyes covered by the prada sunglasses you'd bought him. They made him look damn sexy. "We're gonna be late-!" 

"I don't have any panties that I can wear that won't show from the leg slit." You whined in response, throwing the black pair back into your suitcase exasperatedly, not wanting to be late but not wanting to ruin the look by wearing that black pair either.

Will's tongue traced his cheek as he fought a mental battle to find a solution.

"Fuck it, don't wear any if they ruin the look."

Will's bold idea was... well, bold. You quirked a brow up at him, yourself mentally debating it also before deciding... fuck it indeed. 

Will grabbed your clutch for you whilst you rushed down the stairs, ensuring you didn't break your ankles whilst in your chunky platforms - and the two of you collapsed into the back of the taxi, giving the destination and setting off as you felt Will's hand gather your attention as he rest his palm against your thigh after a moment, still looking straight forwards.

"Y'know you don't have to do anythin' tonight if you aren't comfortable with it truly... We bet on it and all but if you don't wanna do it there won't be anyone pressuring you into it."

You let your head rest on your tall boyfriend's shoulder with an almost wistful sigh. This is why you loved Will. Because as much as he was a crazy bastard - betting you, making spontaneous plans and derisive decisions on a whim... He'd always prioritize you first. How comfortable you were, what you actually wanted, what your opinion was... He was truly full of respect for you. 

"Will, I love you so much-" You pressed your lips to his sweetly, just enjoying a simple, loving kiss with your boyfriend - prolonging the contact between your lips so that he himself could feel just how much respect you held for Will. That your love for him truly was endless. "And I'm fine with it. Believe me."

Will hummed in recognition of your consent, his hand threading through your hair whilst his fingertips massaged the back of your scalp. Soothingly. 

"You know what I think I'll admit it," You took a moment before admitting something you'd held on your find for the last few days. "I think I'm actually sorta excited to try something different... That is, if it does end up happening..."

Will quirked a brow at your admission, though it wasn't a judgemental look he gave, rather one of interest as he piqued a brow, lip curling slightly.

"Is this your way of saying you wanna do more... 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 stuff?" Will smirked as you rolled your eyes.

"I think you've got me into plenty freaky already," You gave him a gentle push, Will chuckling as he knew the exact moment you were also thinking of. "I think I'm just interested in doing something new, you know?"

"Mhm, I hear you." Will nodded in understanding. "Lando's a fine piece of ass too, even I'll admit."

"Eh, I guess," You shrugged. You knew that Lando was undeniably a cutie, curly hair and inwardly shy despite his calm and confident outward demeanour... Though his appearance isn't what really entranced you with Lando, rather his experiences. Lando always had stories to shock yourself and whoever was really listening - and oftentimes alluded vaguely towards some... interesting sexual experiences which had always intrigued you slightly. "I prefer some other brunet guy to that Lando, but he's not bad either."

"Some other brunet, yeah?" Will grinned at you, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips. "Great dress sense, mullet n YouTuber maybe?"

"Great dress sense, sure," You nodded in agreement, smile stretching across your face as you thought of someone. "Don't think Hamilton has a mullet though-"

Will cut you off with a snort before disguising it with a cough and "not funny."

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"NORRIS TRUMPS VERSTAPPEN AND WINS THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX - AND WINS THE GRAND PRIX FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER-!"

You jumped up alongside the rest of the spectators in the McLaren room, cheering on the young driver for his first ever win - even turning around to hug Will and clap with the room of people who whooped and cheered the Brit's first ever win  - truly uncaring for the bet in that moment where everyone was too fixated on cheering on the starboy as he celebrated down on the track, himself.

Only as the celebrations began stagnating to a neutral buzz of excitement and victory within the room, when you went to pluck a glass of wine from the refreshments table, did you feel a hand slipping around your waist - your boyfriend's lips pressing close to your ear and whispering "Bet's on," making that ambient buzz around you fill your body and make your every molecule jitter in a mix of nerves and yet also anticipation.

Exiting the viewing room, you joined the hustle and bustle of the crowd that stood below the large stage where the 1st, 2nd and 3rd podium winners' faces were projected across a large screen, allowing the drivers to walk onto the elevated stage in front and receive their awards. And being with Will - co-host of Lando's passion project - of course you were in the section of people closest to the stage and Lando. 

The two of you cheered as you watched Lando get sprayed with sticky champagne by Leclerc and Verstappen, the other two drivers thumbing over the champagne bottle hole and letting a plume of alcohol create an aura around the young driver.

Yet despite the champagne that spurted into the Brit's eyes and adrenaline that coursed through his veins and crowd that deafened his ears - Lando found yourself and Will in the crowd - your boyfriend's arm around your body whilst the two of you cheered for your friend. Lando pointed at the two of you, pressing a hand to his mouth and blowing a kiss directed unmistakably at yourself - before grabbing his champagne, slamming it down and spraying the white eruption of fluid that came from the bottle over the crowd - making sure not to miss you and Will.

And Lando was elated, knowing what was coming when he found you two afterwards... so much so that he didn't even notice what had become of Verstappen's trophy.

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You found Lando afterwards, back within the driver's zone once he'd kitted down into a sweatshirt and pair of trousers he was comfortable in - though his hair was still dampened with champagne - and his smile only grew as he saw his favourite couple walking towards him, the both of them at least slightly dampened from Lando's champagne spray, also. 

"Enjoy the champagne?" Lando gave a shiteating grin as he got up from his seat, giving Will an amiable hug before moving on to you - sharing a hug and kiss on the cheek also. 

"Shut up and congratulations." You replied bluntly despite the smile across your lips, making the driver laugh as he picked up his belongings for departure.

Will's arm instinctively found it's way around your waist whilst you exit the venue, walking between Will and Lando. Though you felt another arm inching around your waist from the other direction. And looking up to make eye contact with Lando, the man simply looked forwards with a smirk etched over his lips and eyes covered with his signature (hoe-y) sunglasses.

"Hang on." Lando stopped Will as he approached the exit. "This is a better way to leave-" Lando gestured towards a different corridor.

Shrugging and taking a gamble, you let Lando lead you. And you soon realised, that the passage Lando had lead you through was simply an extra loop... That just meant that all the other drivers would see the three of you altogether. Lando and Will's arms interwoven around your waist like your two bodyguards on either hip, devious grins on the both of their faces.

Piastri was the first driver to see the trio and realise connect the dots. From watching Lenney and Norris laughing at Norris' inability to win a race, to betting on something if Norris did win... The McLaren co-driver's jaw dropped as he saw your waist with the two men's hands weaved across the back - and was quick to find Leclerc and update the Frenchman on what he expected the bet to be about. 

And by the time you'd reached the end of the walkway, each of the drivers had snagged a good view of the three of you all sporting smirks and trading knowing glances, and Piastri's rumour had met almost everyones' ears.

"YOU COMING TO THE AFTERPARTY, NORRIS?" A man dressed in the orange, McLaren uniform called out to driver who quite clearly already had his hands full. The call pricked other drivers' attention, as they swivelled their heads to see the Brit's response, as though they could get an insider scoop of Lando's real plans, from his answer. And Lando didn't disappoint the awaiting ears.

"I got my work cut out for the next couple hours... I-sorry-We will join later tonight, I think."

"Such a little attention whore, that one." Will grumbled about the man on your right hip, making you giggle as you leant your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, finally exiting the building and making a paparazzi-free journey to Will's driver. 

Will gave lando's penthouse address to the driver and you watched as the driver cocked his brow up, already knowing there was something going on. The dark screen raised between the driver and passenger seat and gave you privacy from the driver.

In the middle seat, Will had his hand on your thigh. Rubbing over the stiff cotton of your sundress and lovingly encompassing the muscle beneath. And as Lando got into the car, joining on the other side of you, you could feel his bicep against your skin - static electricity zapping between your flesh as the man took his sunglasses off.

The sexual tension was ripe and sweet within the air of the backseats, the quickly thickening atmosphere and body heat radiating from the two burly men either side of you making you fight your thoughts of taking them both in the backseat before you even arrived at Lando's. And it appeared as though Will was battling thoughts of a similar nature, too, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek - drawing you attention and making you turn your head to him to let his interest lower to your lips.

There was no sweet chasteness of that kiss. From the very moment of contact, it was though your subconscious connected with his and divulged into one anothers' thoughts, as your tongues met one anothers' - pace slow but passion ubiquitous as your lips wet from the other open mouthed kiss. You could taste champagne on Will's lips and he could taste the same across yours - delicious, sweet, fruity flavours dancing across his tongue as he took your lower lip between his teeth and sank his teeth into the pliant flesh and pulled back even so slightly, drinking in the gasped moan that fell from your lips from the shock and yet avid lust the action elicited. 

On the other side of you, clearly there was someone else wanting in on the action, however.

You felt a mouth attaching to just below your jaw - the section of your neck that had muscle flexed, and was available for Lando to press his mouth against it - warmth of his tongue pressing over the muscle and biting down ever so sharply and causing you to disconnect from your kiss with Will as you gasped from the shocking sensation - followed by his hand creeping over your thigh.

Will turned just in time to watch as Lando formed a suction around that spot of your neck, eyes closed as he indulged in violating the unmarked softness of your skin, his lashes fluttering over your cheekbone and making a blush rise to your cheeks at the previously unrealised sweetness of the action. 

"This is a one time thing, you jus' remember that, Lando," Will warned, feeling a surging of protectivity through his body. "Remember whose she is."

You felt the curling of Lando's lips on top of the skin of your neck, and the sensation made goosebumps arrive over the area he was still in contact with. 

"Trust me, Will, I'm gonna remember that she's your girl the entire time."

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Lando's apartment was damn nice - the penthouse view over Miami absolutely stunning, as you looked out through the windows. 

Although it wasn't long before you'd found your way into Lando's bedroom, having his hand ontop of your clothed thighs and lips attaching to yours whilst Will decided to kiss over your neck to make up for those kisses Lando had left there previously - overshadow that singular bruise and cover your neck with enough hickeys to make Lando's simple hickey pale in comparison.

Though Lando's lips detached from yours as his hand delved beneath the slit of that sundress, expecting to see and feel patterned black lace covering your hips, though he simply felt the uninterrupted softness of your flesh beneath the dress, his thumb brushing over the skin of your inner thigh - still feeling no lace.

"Wearing a high-slit dress with no panties?" He smirked at the gesture. "Risky. I like it. Where's that black set, though."

"Will's choice," You replied back with a smirk of your own, listening to the man on your neck pleased hum in agreement, vibrations rippling across your skin. "Part of that set is still on, though..."

Lando seemed pleased as his hands continued to search your body, reaching beneath your dress and indeed feeling the lace decorating your bust which he'd expected to feel beneath your dress. Noticing the man's hands under your clothes, Will detached his mouth from your skin and got you out of the sundress, revealing the lingerie beneath and watching Lando's reaction from behind your shoulder; proudly spectating the driver's pupils dilate as his eyes scanned over the body that Will had made love to for years  before the younger Brit.

You could feel a blush forming beneath your cheeks at the uninterrupted attention Lando paid, scrutinising your body in silence. Soaking the view in. It was almost embarrassing, and you wanted to cover yourself, but Will's hands found your arms and slid between them, breaking Lando's undisturbed view of your glorious body as Will's hands inched around your waist and upwards until his palms cupped your tits over your bra, encompassing that soft flesh and groping it whilst still clothed, watching as Lando's blinking appeared to almost stutter, struggling to digest how hot  everything he saw truly was: watching Will's fingers pattern circles over your clothes nipples until they were hard enough to prod and form protrusions from beneath the thin lace - allowing Will's index and thumb to clamp around the delicate nub and tweak them between his digits, making you roll your head backwards and against Will's shoulder - pushing your chest out and only further giving Will more access to your body.

And whilst you bathed in the pleasure that washed over you like sunshine forming a warm glow across your skin, you couldn't bare being the still subject of the situation for any longer - only one article of clothing still on your body whilst the other two men on the bed were fully clothed. 

"Bit unfair for me to be undressed whilst you two are still fully clothed. C'mon, get your abs out, superstar."

Lando took no hesitation in obliging, hastily pulling his shirt off and flexing his muscles, each ab defined and outlined by the light that highlighted his sculpted middle, muscles decorated with a myriad of moles that were scattered over his body - dark trail leading to the trousers which still covered a very obvious erection.

And closing the gap between yourself and Lando, you crawled across the duvet to the shirtless man - pressing a kiss to one of those moles - just to the side of his obliques, between the muscles, feather light and almost teasing something bigger - before moving on to the next mole. The one slightly further down, and then closer to his middle, and then the one below that...

Looking up at the man, his eyes were full of adoration as your lips traced his abs and muscles down to the beltline of his trousers, looking up through thick lashes whilst his hand attached itself to the back of your head. His fingers were thicker - hand rougher and more callous compared to Will's. Less soft and more hardened - tough fingertips running through your silky hair and massaging over your scalp, urging you to go beneath the belt.

Will pressed his hips against yours which were arched upwards as you were on all fours in front of Lando. And you were reminded of your boyfriend's presence by the hard rod that you felt prodding your ass through Will's own clothed lower half, making you giggle.

"C'mere, Will," You beckoned him to come 'round your front so that you had both men in front of you. "I wanna taste both of you."

It was so entertaining; your boyfriend already accustomed and enamoured by your unfiltered filth  when it came to dirty talk, contrasted by the experienced yet untainted driver who was both thrown off and turned on immensely  by the quick tongue and cock-twitching filth you spewed. And Lando let his lust be told with the groan that fell from his lips as soon as you commanded him.

Your hands falling to Will's own bottoms - you undid the belt and smirked up at him with a "save this for later, hm?",  snapping the belt in front of him and letting the smirk spread to your boyfriend's face as you simply turned to the right and watched the already unclothed Lando pump his cock in his hand at the thought of using that belt later. 

So swiftly pulling Will's erection free - the two men were both at the same stage - their cocks released, unholily hard as you wrapped a hand around either, spitting on the tip of the both of them and using your saliva as lubricant as you rubbed either appendage, looking between the two men who acted so differently to the same touch. Your boyfriend, once again less reactive due to being more accustomed to your touch, whilst you could practically see Lando's abs spasming from the way he reacted to your every touch of his sensitive flesh.

Though as you delivered the softest and slightest of kitten licks to both - only using the tip of your tongue just to tease them with the smallest fraction of stimulation - both reacted the exact same to that. Heads rolling back, eyes shutting and hips jerking forwards ever so slightly as if both urging you to give more and put them in your mouth, you could've laughed at how subconsciously needy  you'd made the two men. It was humorous, and yet also so fucking hot, you realised as you felt a desire-filled pang in your core.

Obliging and giving the two clearly dishevelled men a some relief, you leaned in and let both of their tips sit on your tongue - cock in either hand, and both within your mouth as you closed your lips around them and swirled them over your tongue, feeling the difference in size and shape for the both of them. The soft tip of Will's cock lodging into the side of your mouth and tracing along the silky wall of your mouth whilst Lando's sat heavy on your tongue, his hips jerking accidentally as though he was begging for more stimulation - more of you-

You didn't fail to deliver as you leaned forwards and to the right, letting Will's cock slide out from your lips as you wet Lando's dick, lowering your head until your spit covered his entire length and you could feel his tip tracing the back of your throat as though trying to activate your non-existent gag reflex.

You only wished you had a bigger mouth, you realised, as you tried to get Will inside your mouth concomitantly, but had to let Lando's cock slip out from your orifice as your mouth stretched but your throat stubbornly remained inexpansible, unable to accommodate two cocks at once, as you looked up and bat your eyelashes at your gorgeous boyfriend, his hands roaming all over the back of your head whilst his adams apple bobbed from the heavy gulp he took at the sight and feeling of your mouth around him.

"Fuck me your girlfriend gives good head," The driver gasped whilst he felt your thumb brushing over his slit, hand still wrapped around his shaft and pumping his length.

"Damn right she does," Will smiled proudly down at you, his hand falling from your head to your face - palm against your cheek whilst you leaned into as you pushed Will's cock into that side of your mouth too, making the man groan as he felt his cock through the wall of your mouth against his palm. 

"How's she taste?" Lando tried (through the joke, which he hoped  would annoy Will) to gain some sense of control over the situation where he was like putty within your hand, and Will was clearly more experienced with your mouth than he was. The only complication was that Will didn't get irritated as Lando spoke about his girlfriend this time - the boyfriend's grin only widened.

"Give her a taste and tell me it isn't fucking heavenly."

Lando wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

The breath left your lungs as a gasp was ripped from your throat, feeling Lando's head between your legs making your pussy weak at what he did:

His tongue flattened over your core - every ridge and bump of his muscle felt on your clit as he licked one long stripe over the sensitive organ, his tongue lingering a moment longer even once he'd used the length of it to lick you up, moaning whilst still in contact with your pussy and channelling every vibration from his voice box and throat directly onto your clit, making a whine leave your throat at the morbidly intense pleasure you felt coursing through your body at the action.

"God, you aren't wrong Will, heavenly absolutely is the word."

Lando loved the sweet noise that left your throat. The hybrid of a moan and whine, breathy and thin and just perfect. He wanted to hear it again. Because it was incredible thinking about how many times he'd spoken to you, had conversations with you and made small talk with you and thought she has a really nice voice - but hearing whimpers, moans, allsorts of pleasurable noises falling from your lips truly was a blessing sent from the Gods. 

"Oh, sweet thing," Lando wanted to make you scream for him. "You know you can be so much louder than that."

And the feeling of your thighs tensing and squeezing around the driver's head made his ego rise as he noticed how much you loved the talk, whilst Will noticed the blush rising to your cheeks at the cute name, also.

God, Lando would love to have you absolutely crying. 

Tears streaming down your face from the pleasure of his cock inside your pussy - making your boyfriend, his co-worker watch as he ruined you - his girlfriend - Lando's mere 'acquaintance'. Lando wanted to make you scream like what he did to you was absolutely incomprehensible, and make your boyfriend watch: Every. Single. Moment.

Lando wrapped his mouth around your clit, lips kissing and suckling around the sensitive spot, accompanied by the gentle teasing and brushing of his tongue against the delicate bud which gave you a full-body jolt at the feeling, Lando's hands holding you up by the thighs and supporting you regardless of the pleasure that had you feeling as though you were going to melt.

Your mouth was left unoccupied - open and emitting gasps, moans, whines and whimpers as Lando's tongue trailed between your slit and fucked into you, letting his thumb circle your clit and continue to stimulate you in the two areas, lapping up between your legs as well as pridefully lapping up the noises that you made.

Opening your eyes, you felt degraded so perfectly, as you saw your boyfriend looking down as you with his lip curled into a grin, cock in his hand and not even urging you to take him in your mouth or wrap a hand around him. He was just enjoying the view of seeing his girlfriend getting ruined by another - your twisted expression and sweet noises so fucking hot to be able to see and hear, for once. And it was so degrading, with Will simply sheathing his cock into his hand, masturbating and getting off right in front of you, his attention solely being on you as he so unashamedly pleasured himself to the sight of you.

"Enjoying the view?" You couldn't help the cocky rhetoric falling from your lips as you arched your back further into Lando's face, letting the victorious driver slurp your juices and send whole body shivers through you.

"Yeah I am, I love seeing the faces you make when you're getting fucked," Will grinned down as you, still fisting his cock into his hand barely a few inches from your face. "Maybe in future when I'm fucking you I'll record you so that I can watch them back later and fuck myself to that, too-"

The combination of Lando's mouth around your clit, and Will's dirty mouth and talking to you had your core throbbing from the stimulation, and you could feel your orgasm rising within you at the thought of Will being so nasty.

You surprised yourself even, however, when your orgasm came with Lando applying just a little bit more pressure around your clit whilst his fingers penetrated your hole - circling upwards and scissoring within you simply once before you felt yourself coming undone all over the racer's face and dripping down your thighs. And you could practically feel the smirk over Lando's lips as he licked striped up from your thighs back to your core - cleaning you of your cum and driving your shaking lower half into and overstimulation that had you whining and whimpering. 

"You finish quick," Lando stated, and you could taste the prideful boast within his voice. "Must not've been eaten out this good before."

Both you and Will synchronously rolled your eyes.

"One win and you think you're the absolute shit," Will remarked, drawing a laugh from your throat. "Horrible, freaky little man."

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips at Will's name-calling that even had Lando chuckling. Though a yelp followed from your mouth as you felt yourself get dragged backwards across the duvet, a sturdy hand on your thigh pulling you backwards - the momentum causing you to topple backwards even once Lando had stopped pulling you - causing you to fall backwards and into his lap. 

A blush formed over your face at the smooth manoeuvre, that had you sitting on Lando's unclothed cock, feeling the man shuffling his hips to get more comfortable - his length rubbing against your core which was now sensitive, having just climaxed - and the friction had an involuntary whimper falling from your lips again, which caused a laugh to bubble up from Lando's throat.

"You think you can go another round?" He nipped your neck from behind, still tasting champagne scross your skin as his teeth scraped over your flesh with such lightness you wanted to rub your thighs together to give yourself some sort of satisfaction. Though you refrained, knowing that Lando would simply feel and know how he turned you on. "I think I deserve it for winning that race, right Will?"

The Northerner rolled his eyes at the driver. "She isn't bloody property that you need to ask me whether you can have a go with her - ask the woman herself."

Lando turned to you, following Will's orders with a cocksure smirk as he asked you the question in a way he hoped would irritate his friend the most. "Do you want me to fuck you with or without the condom then, sweet thing?"

Lando's smile dropped slightly as the couple laughed at him though.

"Oh babe we don't use those here," You laughed as your hand reached behind and stroked over his jawline, fingers playing with the soft scruff on his chin as you pressed yourself to his ear. "Im on the pill-"

You were cut off by the groan that left Lando's lips at your words, making you laugh at how easily the man was affected by your words. On the other hand, Lando just struggled to cope with understanding how perfectly perfect you were  and how the fuck Will of all people had managed to get you before he could. If you were mine, Lando thought, Iwouldn't be able to go a single day without fucking you raw...

You could feel Lando's cock against your thigh, still erect and red-tipped from not yet having his release. And turning yourself around so that you faced him, Lando couldn't help but look down and let his cock twitch from how delicious your tits looked, still decorated in the dark lingerie and yet pressed against his own pecs - pushing the pliant flesh up and causing it to spill from the edges of your bra. God was Lando absolutely obsessed with you body and the way that your tits were so big despite you being so small. It did diabolical things to the brunet's already fried mind. 

Hand trailing down Lando's body, you wrapped your fingers around his cock below you and traced it over your folds, groaning at how good he felt against your oversensitive parts, Lando letting out a similar noise and letting his hands jump to your hips at how overwhelmingly good you felt.

And slotting Lando into your weeping sex, already dripping from your orgasm and the arousal that'd once again built from how turned on you were - you sank down on Lando's cock, taking your lip between you teeth and yet still letting a whine slip through because of how thick he felt, pushing and stretching your walls until he bottomed out and gave you a moment to adjust and acclimatise to him.

Although the man on the other side of you gave no such grace, as you felt your boyfriend's body press up to your back.

"C'mon, move over Lando, I want to cum inside her too."

You didn't even have any say as the curly haired driver shuffled to accommodate the other brunet behind you - feeling Will's tip against your back passage as you whimpered at the feeling and knowing that you were going to be double-stuffed for the first time.

"Fine by me, I have the best view already." Lando admit with a smirk, because he loved being able to reach up and cup the flesh that sat in lacy lingerie - reaching beneath the material and pulling the cup down to reveal your boob in all its glory, just as you felt cold lubricant over your ass, and Will's length sliding between your cheeks.

A whimper fell from your lips at the feeling of both your holes being used, as Will bottomed out inside your ass, and Lando cooed at your sensitive reaction - his fingers playing over your exposed flesh - licking at a calloused fingertip and swirling it over the darkened flesh around your nipple, peaking the sensitive bud before taking it between his fingertips and rolling it from side to side, his palm still wrapped around and groping the rest of the flesh that spilled from the lingerie. 

You felt a moment of clarity and short grace, as Will bottomed out and you had both cocks resting inside of you, both as equally deep inside of you and making your inside spin as you shuffled slightly and felt their heads stimulating you from either side. 

"You want us to move, love?" Will asked, his hands on your hips from behind, kneading and gently massaging the meat there and letting you give a nod in response.

And the very moment you consented, Lando wrapped his hands beneath your thighs and held you - lifting you up on their cocks before loosening his grip and letting you sink back down onto them - Will behind you thrusting his cock up to reach deeper inside of you as you he sank back into your ass and elicited both shock and pleasure from you which presented itself as a moan-gasp-hybrid, as you were overwhelmed by the strong sensation.

Lando's and Will's cocks buried deep within you - you felt Will's head reaching a similar place to where Lando's tip was lodged within you - the only obstruction between the two members being your wall, and feeling Lando pull you up his cock - you could feel both of them brushing against the very same wall, and it made your head spin as you leant forwards and tried to stabilise by putting your hands against Lando's chest to stop your head from falling into overdrive at the pleasure that coursed through your every vessel - though you found that your body sub consciously leant back and leaned into your boyfriend's thrusts from behind as Lando lowered you back down onto their cocks - each of his heavy breaths landing over your shoulders and collarbones and driving you fucking insane. 

You really couldn't help yourself from leaning forwards and taking the driver's lower lip in your mouth, biting down onto it and sucking the plump flesh so that he groaned into your mouth so that he couldn't help but fuck your hole as well, both Will and Lando now pumping into you to match the way your body thumped down onto their cocks, 

There was something so viscerally erotic, you found your mind fixating on as you let your fall between putting more pressure on Will's cock - then Lando's - as they both stimulated your g-spot - Will managing to push the spot through your wall and send your blood rushing through your body at an even faster rate at the feeling. You were decadent in your every motion - and secretly indulged within the fact that Will had made such a wanton bet, and Lando actually had won - and that neither of the two men had been under-confident, and both satiated your body perfectly, as you were sandwiched between them and taking their cocks feeling oh so stuffed.

There was some sort of corrupted feeling, of having your boyfriend have to share your body with the younger Brit, who still had his arms wrapped around your thighs and rendered your resting body completely useless and unable to move as he pulled you into his cock and fucked into you like a fleshlight, using you merely as a prize for having won the race that felt as though it'd happened lifetimes ago.

Again, you felt both cocks pressing into your g-spot, and you whined and clenched your holes, feeling your Will's arms wrap around your torso - hands encompassing your tits and squeezing them with a groan - even your boyfriend unable to not indulge and use your body to get himself off. It was so hot, that thought, that both of these men were just using you like a ragdoll to pleasure themselves and reach their own climax - manipulating you and using your body as they pleased - and it spurred that knot to form in your lower stomach, orgasm barrelling closer and closer at a horrifying pace.

"H-Holy fuck I am-CLOSE!" You felt your voice getting higher as the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter - Will's fingers vicing around your nipples and further stimulating your sensitive body - your pussy already spent from your first orgasm and channelling your second one not short after. Your pussy tightened around Lando as you felt yourself release, practically screaming the two mens' names as you dripped down Lando's cock, thighs shaking yet still held up by Lando, and eyes seeing non-metaphorical STARS as you reached your climax.

Although those thrusts didn't stop - they powered you through your orgasm that shot oxytocin through your every vein - but they didn't cease even once you found yourself on the other side of your climax, pussy once again becoming oversensitive - g-spot feeling abused and channelling a throb throughout your body as Will and Lando still relentlessly pounded into it.

A whimper fell from your lips at the feeling, since you knew you'd reached your orgasm earlier than them because of the first orgasm that Lando had given you from his pretty lips that had you overly reactive to every touch - and granted you your release quicker than either of the boys. Though as a husky groan fell from Will's lips from behind you, you felt as though it wasn't going to take much longer for them to finish, either...

And tightening your muscles around either length - they both simultaneously let out noises, Will's grip of your tits becoming near-brutal, and Lando's biceps bulging as they worked twice as hand to pummel you up and down over their cocks at an unforgiving pace - the fastest yet - making you cry out as you felt first Will - and then Lando both climax inside you, filling your two holes as they both thrusted and fucked into you, spilling their seed into you until they were satiated.

Will slipped out first, and then Lando lowered your shaking, aching and completely spent body onto the mattress as you let out a breath, finally feeling your muscles - cramped and overworked - get to rest. 

You could feel either hole leaking with what the two men had left within them - a mess of white pooling from between your legs as your box couldn't contain it and it ran down you legs. Lando's fingers got there before the cum could reach the sheets, however, as his fingers ran over your slit (you jolted, the stimulation almost unbearable for your spent sex), and collected that white across his index and middle finger, scooping it up and plunging it back between your walls, plugging you up with his fingers before raising his fingers to your mouth and letting you lick them clean.

Even in what should've been post-nut "clarity", where he was meant to come down from his high and get over his horny brain, he still couldn't comprehend how fucking gorgeous you looked with your freshly fucked hair and hickeyed body - cum staining the pussy that he couldn't believe he'd been inside. After so long of having a liking for you - all the stars just aligned on this one occasion and had given him the chance he'd always wanted.

Will was at your side however, propping your body up with a cushion and granting you a forehead kiss before rubbing your flesh lovingly with his hand, his aftercare unrivalled as he looked after you whilst the younger driver still just tried to cope and come to terms with everything that'd happened that day.

"You look so good decorated with cum," Lando couldn't help but admit as you looked over to him, who was still between your legs, albeit not inside you. "Shame the whole grid's not here to just fucken cover you-"

"That's enough from you, you horny bastard," Will stopped the perverse driver, making you laugh as Lando rolled his eyes despite the fat grin on his lips. "That's your bet done and dusted. Hope you enjoyed because it's absolutely never happening again."

"Hey, never say never-" Lando's playful tap against the outer fat of your thigh created ripples across your skin - and you used that leg to push the man over and flat against the bed, making him huff contentedly as he collided with the mattress. "Yeah, enjoy covering those hickeys for the afterparty as well, Y/n. That'll be a real treat for you."

"Shut up, we all know you'd rather have me with no concealer so that everyone could see what a mess both of you have made of me." You countered light-heartedly, and laughed as Lando outstretched his palm to Will for a high five (to which the Northerner looked at with a look of disgust, as though Lando was infectious). "Right, let's get ready for this afterparty, then."

"Can I have seconds later tonight?" Lando asked, still pushing the boundaries and playfully seeing how much he could take, still drunk and craving.

Yet it was quite clear that Lando had most definitely gotten all that he could from the bet, as both you and your boyfriend turned to the cheeky brunet with exasperated looks on your face - the two of you completely synchronised in movements and expressions, and speech as both of you very flatly gave a definite:

"No."

Although you couldn't help but chip in: "Unless you can get Hamilton involved, too-"

Which had both of them smacking their foreheads with their palms. 

Okay so like maaaybe I started writing this when Lando won the Miami grand prix... But allow me man's been busy obvi it took ages. Also won't lie I have 0 knowledge of how F1 races work so I hope this wasn't too inaccurate xxx

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