#Let me know if I should write more 👀

[tenebrous-academic]

Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true

A little ficlet for my Tommy supporters 😌

CW: Buddie 

It’s good. It’s great. It’s everything that everyone says he should want. This is what he wants - he just needs to adjust. Right? 

Ever since Eddie kissed him two months ago, after stumbling through a one-sided conversation about seizing life and finding himself, Buck has been existing in a whirlwind of emotions. They’d barely had 48 hours to explore what a relationship between them could look like before the rest of the 118 had found out. Since then, it’s been a constant litany of “it’s like you’ve always been together” and “you’re perfect for each other.” There’s a hovering expectation that this is it - this is what Buck’s been waiting for and isn’t he lucky that Eddie finally decided to say something? 

And he is - of course he is. He’s so lucky. And so happy. And absolutely not suffocating under the weight of his family’s collective expectations. 

Being with Eddie is easy. Theoretically. They’re best friends. They love each other. So why isn’t it just as easy to sit on Eddie’s couch and cook dinner as it was before? Why does every time someone gives him a knowing glance when Eddie mentions their plans for the week it feels like ants are crawling across his skin? 

A stable and fulfilling relationship is what Buck’s been searching for ever since Tommy left. He’s had his fill of flings and one-night stands to know what he wants: Buck’s ready for his forever person. For his last person. And surely that’s Eddie? 

It’s a storybook ending, to fall for your best friend and realize your one true love was under your nose all along. Maddie loves to gush about how lucky Buck is, and how happy she is to see him settled down with someone as great as Eddie. The entire 118 seems unable to go for more than two shifts before commenting on how perfect they are together and just how happy they seem now. Not only that, but he’s no longer just Buck - now he’s a member of BuckandEddie. Always paired together. Lacking all previous perceived autonomy. But that’s what a long-term partnership means. It’s HenandKaren. BobbyandAthena. MaddieandChimney. He can do this. He can be BuckandEddie.

They can’t help it that Buck feels like an imposter every time his relationship is put on a pedestal. They can’t help that Buck has to swallow down a rising swell of nausea and panic every time someone hints at how the next step must be marriage and adoption papers. Never mind it’s only been two months. Never mind that Buck doesn’t think Christopher even knows about the change of status in his and Eddie’s relationship. Eddie always says he’ll mention it on their next phone call, but it never seems to come up before Christopher finds an excuse to hang up. Buck hasn’t found much reason to put up a fuss - he’s content in maintaining even a modicum of his previous status quo. 

It’s just - sometimes Buck can’t help but resent how easy this seems to be for Eddie and everyone else. They’ve taken it for granted that this was always how it was supposed to end up. That Eddie was just waiting for Buck to get his shit together and realize he was waiting, right there in front of him. It’s a lot of pressure and he has no one to talk to about it. The few times he’s tried, with Maddie, Bobby, and Hen, it’s only resulted in a lecture over how he needs to be mature and make this relationship work. He’s been given very clear instructions on not to “Buck it up” this time. And he won’t! He doesn’t want to. Buck is sure that he can make this work - that he can find a way to get rid of the uncertainty and panic that comes up every time Eddie starts talking about the future. 

Sometimes though, he can’t help but compare how he feels now to the last time he was in a long-term relationship with a man. With Tommy. The differences are so stark it’s almost impossible to reconcile. He knows it’s not fair to Eddie, to hold him up to the standard set by an impossibly charming man who held his hand as he stumbled through his first steps of bisexuality.  Tommy gave him a set of expectations of what a partner should be in a way that no other relationship ever has. 

Eddie can’t help that Tommy gave him butterflies at the thought of a future together, while Eddie himself evokes a sensation more akin to heavy rocks sinking in his stomach. But surely that’s normal? It shouldn’t always be excitement and giddiness, there needs to be a balance. It’s perfectly reasonable to be anxious and nervous about the future. Tommy was an exception. He wasn’t sustainable - as evidenced by a breakup that still sends him into a depression baking cycle every time he thinks about it for too long. 

Sometimes, though, Buck thinks about reaching out to Tommy, just to say hi. It’s been over a year now, he has far more experience and knowledge than he did when they last parted ways. He has more grace and understanding for why Tommy chose to end the relationship when he did. It was a weird situation made worse by Buck’s naivety. He still can’t believe he thanked him. Yikes. Now though, Buck thinks they could find common ground. Maybe even be friends again. Entirely platonic, of course, since he’s with Eddie now. He’s reasonably confident he can do platonic. Nearly 70% sure. Maybe 50/50. Okay, it’s definitely a gamble. 

But still, it would be nice to have Tommy back in his life. To have someone on his side maybe - someone he could vent to when he needs an escape from the constant expectations of his relationship. He knows Eddie and Tommy haven’t spoken in months, knows that Eddie broke off contact around the same time he was coming to grips with his feelings for Buck. Maybe Tommy could be something just for him - just for Buck to have, existing outside the confines of BuckandEddie. 

Now that’s a dangerous thought. Once that resurrects the previously calcified butterflies in his stomach. Buck doesn’t know if Tommy will even want to pick up the phone when he calls, but the unknown of it all is making him more excited than he has been in a while. It’s a new path. An unknown variable. An option that isn’t written out for him five steps in advance. 

And Oh. 

He’s going to Buck this up, isn’t he? 

[xheykyjx]

irl story

so. this is heavily inspired by something that happened to me recently. even just thinking about it lowkey makes me feel some type of way, i'm not gonna lie😭

tw for depictions of nausea ahead, under the cut!! 🫶

"i don't fucking care," you're saying, laughing in spite of your words. beside you, your crush is sheepishly holding a dinner menu. the two of you had run a few errands together the other day, and on the way back to your dorm you'd stopped at a drive-thru, where your crush had paid for your food. now, you're out for dinner with them and a handful of other friends, and it's the perfect opportunity for you to pay them back.

"i feel bad," your crush whines, hitting you with some pretty strong puppy-dog eyes. "i was kidding when i asked you to pay for me."

"well, i'm not," you tell them decisively, and you quickly tell the waiter both of your orders: food for you, and food for your crush. they thank you, smiling sweetly, and dinner carries on. the food is delivered eventually and everyone is happy with what they ordered. out of the corner of your eye, you notice that your crush is eating with gusto, spooning bite after bite into their mouth with barely a second between. but they're a pretty big eater, and—at the end of the day—they are an adult. so you say nothing.

fast forward to the end of the meal—the bill has been split evenly (except for you and your crush, of course, because you paid for theirs before they could argue any more about it) and you're all leaving the restaurant. as you step outside, your crush says, sort of casually, "i think i might've ate too much." immediately you're blushing, trying not to squirm or stare as you laugh teasingly. your crush giggles too, and one of your friends makes a quip about them having a rock in their stomach. as you walk through the parking lot, it's impossible not to notice their hand on their belly.

your group came in two cars, so you all bid each other farewell and pile into your respective vehicles. you're sitting in the passenger seat and your crush is sitting in the back, right behind you. it's a short drive back home, but you keep your eyes and ears peeled anyway, waiting for some kind of indicator that your crush is in more discomfort than they'd initially let on. but the ride is largely uneventful, and you're all dropped off outside your building.

as you make for the doors, your crush lags slightly behind you. you almost think it's your imagination when you hear the tiniest burp—this tight, uncomfortable sound that you would've otherwise missed had there been any other noise happening around you. steadfastly, you say nothing. what's there to say, anyway?

you pull open the door and your crush walks through. you're walking up the first flight of stairs when they say, "i'm kinda—i'm kinda nauseous, i think." and—there's no way this is real, but it is—as they're speaking, their throat tightens around a gag, voice going low and tense as they fight off the urge to retch. you're both alarmed and incredibly turned on, and by the time you've made it to the landing they're hiccuping out a genuine gag—it's small but wet, gurgling just slightly in the bottom of their throat. your heart starts pounding.

"dude," you say, laughing nervously, hoping your arousal isn't obvious. "don't tell me you're actually gonna puke." you could almost wish it in your head: please puke please puke please puke, but you quash that train of thought before it fully starts. now is not the time.

"um—" your crush swallows, and you finally let yourself take a good, long look at their face. they aren't especially pale or sweaty, and there's good humor written all over their expression, but there's a touch of nerves there, too. and the fist near their mouth isn't helping matters, either.

[accidentalcookies]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 1

self-done stitches / alcohol as sanitizer / "It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

tw: blood, but i think that kind of goes without saying, haha

caretaker: celestinus

whumpee: shaoyuan

no oc intro post yet because i am a chronic procrastinator, but someday i'll link it 😅 for some context, both celestinus and shaoyuan are part of a mafia/criminal underworld-type thing run by aristides, with celestinus as aristides' personal bodyguard and just general medic, and sy as aristides' assassin. this is relatively early on in their relationship, after celestinus has warmed to sy, but before it has been made clear to sy that the others actually care about him as a person. there's also a brief mention of some sort of technological enhancement that sy has, which i hope to elaborate on in future fics, but for now, you can essentially think of it as just your bog standard sci-fi enhanced human-type thing (strength, speed, healing factor, etc.)

enjoy!

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The elevator doors slid open—and, catching sight of what was inside, Celestinus groaned.

“No,” he said. “No, you have got to be kidding me.”

Shaoyuan raised an eyebrow at him. “‘Hi, Shaoyuan,’” he deadpanned. “‘It’s nice to see you, Shaoyuan.’ I’ve been led to believe that that’s typical for greetings.”

Celestinus leveled him with an unamused stare. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

And just in case Shaoyuan didn’t get the gist, he pointedly swept his gaze down to his side, to where he had one hand pressed to a suspiciously dark patch on his clothing.

“No idea, actually,” he replied blandly. “Can I get through?”

The absolute gall of this man.

He reached in to take Shaoyuan’s arm—not the one that could have been holding in his internal organs, for all Celestinus knew.

But instead, his hand closed around air as Shaoyuan neatly sidestepped around him.

“Thanks,” he said, and turned to leave. “See you later.”

“Nope. We’re not playing this game.”

He dropped his bag and followed. In just a few words, Shaoyuan had already eaten up half the hallway with his lanky stride, and didn’t slow his pace as Celestinus caught up either, forcing him to do a sort of awkward half-jog just to stay at his side.

Shaoyuan didn’t turn. “What game?”

“The one where you swear up and down that you’re fine, and then I have to peel your sorry ass off the floor when you eat it.”

That had been a harrowing experience, loathe as Celestinus was to remember it. Aristides had only noticed because Shaoyuan, ever the most diligent member of this organization, had missed reporting in to him after his mission. When he’d gone searching, he found him flat on his face, bleeding out from a set of gunshot wounds—ones that normally would not have been a major problem, had his internal hardware not been compromised.

But it had been, and there was literally no one else left alive on the planet who knew how to un-compromise it, and so Celestinus had spent a long, stressful night playing “pin the tail on the donkey”—if you substituted the donkey with Shaoyuan and the tail with life.

“That was extenuating circumstances,” said the donkey, surprising absolutely no one with his wildly understated description. “There was an EMP involved.”

“That wasn’t extenuating circumstances, practically everyone tries to hit you with one nowadays,” Celestinus countered. “And the consequences were very much real and very much inconvenient and I’ll be damned if I have to deal with it again. What happened?”

“...It’s just a scratch,” he replied. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure that’s true, but that’s not what I asked.”

“Weren’t you about to do something for Aristides?” he asked. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Celestinus had been about to run an errand, true, but that was before something else took priority. Namely, corralling their resident idiot into letting him throw a first aid kit at him.

Preferably at his head. Patients were much more convenient to work with when they were unconscious.

“Really, beanpole?” he sighed.

Looked like he had no other choice. It was time for the big guns: appealing to Shaoyuan’s unwillingness to inconvenience others.

He looked back over his shoulder. “You dripped blood on the floor.”

“I know I didn’t,” Shaoyuan said.

Despite that, he still slowed to turn back, and in that moment of distraction, Celestinus’ hand shot out to yank Shaoyuan’s away from his side.

Things proceeded to devolve. Shaoyuan ducked to one side, then again as Celestinus lunged for him, then a third time as he lunged for him again, at which point Celestinus gave up, decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and jabbed him in the solar plexus.

As Shaoyuan wheezed and folded over, Celestinus pulled his hand away—and then  had to fight through the various layers of fancy clothing both he and Aristides preferred to find the bloodied skin below, yanking them into disarray.

Ever the joker, Shaoyuan croaked out, “Dinner first.”

“Ha hah, you’re so funny,” Celestinus deadpanned, staring down at a large gash that would most definitely need stitches. “This is not ‘just a scratch.'”

“It hasn’t breached the abdominal cavity,” he pointed out. “That’s a scratch.”

Celestinus sighed and let it go, knowing that trying to argue injury definitions with a man who thought breaching the abdominal cavity was a good indicator for when things were starting to become bad was a lost cause. “You’re coming with me.”

“Your errand–”

“Can wait. Keeping you from bleeding on the carpets is the priority.”

Shaoyuan looked pointedly at the ground. “I’m noticing a severe lack of carpets.”

“Oh, because bleeding on marble isn’t just as bad?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m helping whether or not you agree. All arguing’s gonna do is waste my time.”

He made direct eye contact with Shaoyuan and held it stubbornly, until finally the man relented and looked away.

“Fine,” he said.

Internally, Celestinus breathed a long sigh of relief. “Then come on,” he said.

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tagging: @whumperless-whump-event

[blizzardfluffykpop]

alright~ a few updates about everything! so this weekend I'll be seeing changkyun in chicago- so I prolly won't be posting until after I'm alive again from that 😂😅 (I am vv excited about it- I just know I'll be vv tired when I return home). Anyways, I have a few fics in the works~ one of them that is a request 🤭 I'm vv excited to work on them! But I think I'm going to change my masterlist a bit when I come back. I'm going to retire a few groups from the main masterlist and I've been debating for the past year about it... But I think I'm going to add a yearly masterlist- So it would go from most recent to the beginning of this year~

I'm also thinking about changing my pfp- I haven't been really into stray kids for uh... years- But I will be sure to make an update about that if I go thru with that too- (It may be ji changmin next 🫣🤭)

Anyways those are my few updates 🥰💖

[lulunothulu]

“So you think I’m hot?”

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: Tyler has gotten on your last nerve and you finally snap, leading to an ego boost on his end.

Contents: light teasing, cockiness, maybe swearing, fluff

A/N: for the sake of this fic, just pretend Kate and Tyler didn’t meet and it was you instead

“So when are you gonna let me take you out on a chase?” Tyler asks from his truck bed. “You know, actually have some fun instead of being a stick in the mud over there?”

You were on your way to your base camp a few cars down, Kate and Javi were waiting for you to give them your report for their data sequencing. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before smiling sweetly.

“How about when you acknowledge that what you do is reckless and irresponsible?”

Tyler smiles softly before saying, “Well if I did that, then you’d never join us on a chase.”

You only squint out a smile before rolling your eyes and walking toward where Kate and Javi wait.

“What was that all about?” Kate asks, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Tyler being Tyler,” you say. To Javi, you ask, “So all you guys needed was the report right? I kinda wanna catch some sleep for tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Javi says. “I think we’re all set here. I’m just gonna put it into the computer and then call it a night.”

“Alright, sounds good. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

You begin the walk back toward your hotel room, sighing when you realize you have to pass by Tyler again.

Though you find him aggravating, you can’t help but admire his audacity and fearlessness. The man knows he’s hot shit and uses it to his advantage, playing it off as a high ego.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear Tyler call out again.

You stop in your tracks and slowly face him, your face schooled in your famous resting bitch face.

“What?” You respond.

“I just wanted to say I think you should smile more,” he tells you, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. “Why don’t you smile for me?”

Your blood was boiling, why the fuck would he ask you that? Why would he say that? And why did your heart flutter when he smiled at you like that?

“Why should I?” You spit.

“I don’t think she likes it when you say that, Ty,” Boone says, popping up from the spot he was squatting at behind the truck.

“C’mon, she knows I think she’s a good looking girl,” Tyler teases, eyes still on you. “I’ve been asking her out for weeks.”

“The look on her face looks like she might tear your head off,” Boone points out.

“Nah, she won’t do that.” Tyler smiles down at you before jumping off the truck and taking a few steps toward you. “She’d hate it if I wasn’t there to keep her on her toes. Besides, look at those eyes, they’re screaming to smile for me.”

You had had enough. It’d been weeks of shameless flirting and teasing from him. Not to mention the disrespect to your career, insinuating that you had a stick up your ass and didn’t know how to have fun.

You were lots of fun. Just ask Kate and Javi. 

“What’s your deal with me, Owens?” You start. “Is there something we need to work out? Because from the moment you laid eyes on me, it feels like you’ve been taking the absolute piss out of me. Constantly teasing me and the way I do my job.”

“Wait, I’m not—”

“Just shut the hell up!” You exclaim. “I’m so sick and tired of your constant teasing and disrespectful comments. And if I wanted to smile for you, I would. Just because we all know you’re hot as shit, doesn’t mean I have to comply to everything you want.”

Tyler only smiles, chuckling a bit.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” You ask, annoyance and anger leaking out of your ears.

“So you think I’m hot?” Tyler asks.

You only blink, thinking back to what you had just said. You squint, feeling the blush creep up your ears and to your cheeks before walking off and yelling, “Oh fuck off, Tyler.”

A/N: Should I write a part two to this? Maybe she finally falls for him?? 👀

PART TWO IS UP!!!

[coco-loco-nut]

Father’s Day

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: max is dating an international star

a/n: i literally had this idea last night and had to write a short blurb, i promise i am writing other stuff tho 🫶

masterlist

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y/username happy father’s day, daddy. i love you and your big…

maxverstappen1 anything to share with me?

y/username not pregnant, just letting everyone know how turned on you get me

maxverstappen1 love you too, schat

user12 anyone else not getting it, like she is so hot and he is 😬

y/username you know that one barbie scene with the rock? that’s my maxie. also if you think he’s ugly, that’s fine, more of him for me 😍

user98 Y/N BARBIE FAN CONFIRMED

y/username priority 1: old barbie movies priority 2: max

user3 ON THE MAIN?

user33 PR monster got her, I really wanna know what she was about to say

recordlabel we don’t… we actually want bleach for our eyes

redbullracing we will share our bleach if you send us demos of her next album 👀

charlesleclerc Go on, finish the sentence, I dare you.

y/username his big heart, ego, ass, trophy case, therapy bill from childhood trauma, i could keep going on but i don’t want to make you feel emasculated

user62 okay, but like how did he bag her?

y/username he has incredible rizz, and look at him🤤

“Happy Father’s Day, Maxie,” you grin as Max lays on you lap, looking up at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“You aren’t pregnant, Schat,” he laughs, your fingertips gently scratching his scalp.

“We could change that, get some practice in for after the wedding?” you watch his eyes widen as he quickly sits up.

“Practice makes perfect, why don’t we practice now?” Max suggests, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

Your wedding is small, only some close friends and family in attendance. The ceremony takes place in your backyard, no reception beyond a dinner afterwards.

Despite both your respective fame levels, you didn’t want anyone knowing of the marriage. Fans still thought you were dating, so when you got a positive pregnancy test, you were extra careful.

Max was grateful that you had a private recording studio in the house, for when you needed to drop the album. You didn’t mean to choose the surprise drop date to be at the end of your pregnancy, nor Father’s Day, but life worked in funny ways.

“Happy Father’s Day, Maxie,” you softly say, handing the little bundle off to Max.

“This is the best present, he’s beautiful,” Max hold back tears as he holds his son close to his chest.

“I’m not sure if I will be able to top this next year,” you laugh a little, your tiredness making an apparent after a long labor.

“You should take a nap, I’ll be okay with him,” Max runs a hand though your sweaty hair. To him, you’ve never looked more perfect.

“I have one thing to do first,” you yawn, pulling out your phone. Max slides into the hospital bed beside you, you immediately nestle into him, his warmth enveloping you.

instagram

y/username SURPRISE! midnight rain is out now! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it for the past four years. There is so much in my life that happened, so enjoy my journey through heartbreak, love, and growth. I want to quickly thank Max and my team for making this possible 💙

user1 AHHH this is so good, but didn’t she and Max break up? Why is she thanking him?

user3 dude, i think they are married, did you listen to everything else

user4 yeah, she had some songs about marriage, but she hasn’t been at any races since last year

user10 did y’all see the statement saying there won’t be a tour for the album?? crying in the club

user11 Okay, but Robin?? secret child??

maxverstappen1 endlessly proud of you, schatje

user5 we get it bro, she wrote Dress and The Alchemy about you

maxverstappen1 our little robin decided to hatch 💙

danielricciardo So happy for you and Y/n, mate. Big day for the Verstappen family, can’t wait to hold the little guy!

y/username he will love his Uncle Danny

y/username he’s perfect, just like his daddy

redbullracing what a gift for father’s day! sending our gift to you 💙

user42 guys, y/n’s song credits changed…

user21 OMG MAX AND Y/N ARE MARRIED AND THEY HAVE A KID???

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Heart Eyes? More Like Death Glares | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Max and Y/N continue to pretend they absolutely, totally, 100% hate each other—like, seriously, they couldn’t possibly flirt less if they tried (spoiler: they’re not trying). Lando, George, and the rest of the grid are busy stirring the pot, calling out the obvious heart-eyes energy between them, while Max and Y/N would rather crash a golf cart into a wall than admit it. Instead of confessing, they resort to their usual routine of roasting each other online, dragging anyone who dares suggest they’re into each other. But hey, if threatening to run someone over with a golf cart isn’t romance, then what is?

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A/N: someone help me I can't stop writing. and thank you everyone for all the love 😭

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Part 2 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series : Masterlist

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

📸: Y/N and Max standing side by side at a paddock event, Max smirking while Y/N sticks her tongue out at him. Max’s arm is slung casually around her shoulders.

Caption: Guess I’ve decided to tolerate him. For now. But if he says one more thing about karting from 2006, I’m breaking his arm. 😘 maxverstappen1

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

I’m more concerned about your aim with the trophies. Not the arm. 😬

↪ y/n_leclerc:

I throw trophies with purpose. You should be scared.

charles_leclerc:

Am I seeing this right? Are you two…tolerating each other? I’m disturbed.

↪ landonorris:

charles_leclerc This is either the start of a rom-com or a murder documentary. There is no in-between.

redbullracing:

Max surviving Y/N’s wrath one weekend at a time. #PrayForMax 🙏

scuderiaferrari:

Sorry, Y/N’s under our protection. 🔴

danielricciardo:

This is giving “enemies to friends to lovers” energy. Just saying. 👀

user1:

THEY’RE TOUCHING. PEOPLE. THEY. ARE. TOUCHING. ���🔥🔥

user2:

Y/N has him in a chokehold. This man used to talk about winning, now all he talks about is Y/N. 😂

user3:

MAX. SMILING. WHILE SHE THREATENS HIM?? SIR, DO YOU NEED HELP????

user4:

“Guess I’ve decided to tolerate him” OKAY BUT THAT’S 2024 LOVE LANGUAGE.

user5:

ARM AROUND HER SHOULDERS ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT?

maxverstappen1 posted a photo:

📸: Max and Y/N standing in front of a karting track, Max holding a first-place trophy with a smug grin while Y/N rolls her eyes, holding second place.

Caption: She tried. #StillTheKing 🏆y/n_leclerc

Liked by landonorris, pierregasly, alex_albon, and 500,903 others.

Comments:

y/n_leclerc:

MAX. I SWEAR. I WILL LAUNCH THAT TROPHY INTO THE STRATOSPHERE.

danielricciardo:

Max holding onto that 0.2-second win like his life depends on it. 😂

scuderiaferrari:

It’s a team sport, Y/N. We’ve got your back. 💪

↪ redbullracing:

Max doesn’t need backup, just speed. 😎

charles_leclerc:

I’ve never seen two people who love violence this much.

user6:

Y/N is gonna murder him in his sleep. You can see the murder in her eyes.

user7:

THE DRAMA. THE CHAOS. I need a live stream of this rivalry 24/7.

user8:

This man really can’t let the karting thing go, huh?

user9:

Not Max smiling like a kid who just stole candy, HELP. HE’S WHIPPED.

redbullracing tweeted:

We don't know if Max's biggest challenge this year is winning the championship or surviving Y/N's roasts.

Comments:

scuderiaferrari:

Y/N roasting Max is our favorite part of race weekends.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

I mean, I do provide quality entertainment.

↪ maxverstappen1:

Yeah, at my expense. 🙄

danielricciardo:

Max getting roasted by Y/N has become my new personality trait.

user13:

MAX FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE OUT HERE, SEND HELP.

user14:

“Surviving Y/N’s roast battles” is a bigger challenge than Charles winning Monaco. FACTS.

user15:

I swear, if Y/N roasts him into confessing his feelings, I’m DONE. 💀

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

📸: A blurry photo of Y/N sneaking up behind Max and putting bunny ears over his head during a team meeting. Max looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

Caption: Stealth mode activated. maxverstappen1, you’re welcome. 🤡

Liked by georgerussell63, alex_albon, landonorris, and 450,786 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

You’re not as stealthy as you think, Y/N.

↪ y/n_leclerc

You were laughing, don’t even lie. 😏

redbullracing:

Max, blink twice if you need rescue.

scuderiaferrari:

We support this. 100%.

charles_leclerc:

This is becoming ridiculous. You two are like 12-year-olds at recess.

↪ landonorris:

charles_leclerc But like…flirty 12-year-olds.

user16:

The “I hate you but I’m gonna tease you all day” vibes are immaculate.

user17:

Imagine going from rivals to flirting openly on social media. Icon behavior.

user18:

Y/N’s gonna drag Max into the friend zone just to climb back out and wreck him emotionally. I’m CALLING IT.

y/n_leclerc posted a meme:

Caption: Max seeing literally anything and thinking it’s a win. Cute but tragic also hella fucking childish. 😏

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

I am a winner. I can’t help it. 😎

↪ y/n_leclerc:

The only thing you win at is being a nuisance. Congrats. 👏

danielricciardo:

Y/N ROASTS MAX AND MAX JUST SMILES?? WHO GAVE THEM THIS MUCH POWER?

user22:

He’s literally simping at this point. Max, blink twice if you need help.

user23:

Not Max and Y/N roasting each other like an old married couple. Someone hold me.

user24:

I swear they’re gonna end up confessing through memes.

y/n_leclerc tweeted:

Max Verstappen? More like Max Disturben my peace. Can someone collect him before I accidentally run him over with a golf cart? 🙄

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

You wouldn’t survive without me around to entertain you.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

Max, if I wanted entertainment, I’d watch Ferrari’s strategy team at work. They’re more chaotic than you.

↪ landonorris:

Wow, so now we’re dragging Ferrari and Max? This is getting spicy. 🌶️

↪ charles_leclerc:

landonorris She drags Ferrari on a daily basis. I’ve accepted it. 😤

georgerussell63:

Y/N would 100% aim for Max with a golf cart and miss, then blame it on the steering.

↪ danielricciardo:

George, don’t give her any ideas. We don’t need Max in a hospital bed because Y/N can't drive straight. 😂

scuderiaferrari:

We don’t condone violence, but if it’s Max… 👀

↪ redbullracing:

Nice try, Ferrari. Max is bulletproof.

user1:

MAX DISTURBEN OMG I CAN’T BREATHE. 💀

user2:

The fact that y/n_leclerc almost ran him over with a golf cart is PEAK romance. I love it here.

user3:

Ferrari roasting their own strategy, Y/N dragging Max, AND Lando just living for the drama? ICONIC.

danielricciardo posted a meme:

Caption: Me, 100%. Honestly, watching them trying to flirt is more entertaining than Netflix. 🤣

Liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, y/n_leclerc, and 650,420 others.

Comments:

pierregasly:

Welcome to the chaos, Danny. We have memes and bad decisions.

maxverstappen1:

Why is everyone so obsessed with this? We’re not flirting.

↪ georgerussell63:

Max, mate, your whole personality is flirting with Y/N at this point. Just own it.

↪ danielricciardo:

georgerussell63 He’s in denial. It’s kinda cute. 😇

landonorris:

This entire thing is funnier than watching Max try to figure out TikTok. 😂

user4:

NOT GEORGE SAYING MAX’S PERSONALITY IS FLIRTING LMAO. HELP, I CAN’T.

user5:

Daniel dropping the truth bombs like Ferrari drops strategy. 🔥

user6:

Max: "We’re not flirting." Also Max: keeps posting selfies with Y/N and calling it ‘winning.’ 💀

user7:

Okay but why did girly pop like this?!? y/n_leclerc explain this sus behaviour

scuderiaferrari tweeted:

Y/N’s roast game is as strong as our engines. 🔥

Comments:

redbullracing:

Your roast game might be strong, but Max still wins every race. 😎

↪ scuderiaferrari:

You can have the races, we’ll take the memes. It’s all about priorities. 💅

maxverstappen1:

Can I just drive in peace?

↪ y/n_leclerc:

You wouldn’t know peace if it hit you with a tire gun.

mclaren:

We’re just here for the memes and the chaos. Carry on. 👀

user7:

THE TEAMS GETTING INVOLVED IS SENDING ME. THIS IS NEXT LEVEL.

user8:

“Max still wins every race” OKAY RED BULL COMING IN HOT WITH THE SALT. 💀

user9:

This has turned into the F1 version of Mean Girls and I am OBSESSED.

landonorris tweeted:

At this point, Max and Y/N are flirting so aggressively that I feel like we’re all third-wheeling their relationship. It’s giving “enemies-to-lovers.”

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Lando, are you high? We’re not flirting. We’re fighting. There’s a difference. 🤨

↪ y/n_leclerc:

landonorris Excuse you?? Flirting?!? I don’t even like looking at Max. I’d rather become a papaya wearing norizz supporter. 😤

↪ mclaren:

y/n_leclerc why the sudden papaya slander?

↪ landonorris:

Sure…fighting…with heart eyes, but okay. 👀

↪ maxverstappen1:

landonorris Do I look like I have “heart eyes” to you? Lando, have you forgotten what I do for a living? I destroy things. Mainly Y/N’s patience.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

Lando, blink twice if you’ve lost your mind. Max is as appealing to me as wet socks.

↪ GeorgeRussell63:

Is this fighting? It looks like denial to me. 😏

↪ y/n_leclerc:

georgerussell63 Oh, I’ll fight you next, George. Keep testing me.

↪ maxverstappen1:

Yeah, George. Do you want to die?

landonorris:

Max threatening to fight people while Y/N fake-cries. The definition of an old married couple flirting and supporting each other

↪ y/n_leclerc:

MAX? FLIRT? With me?? Lando, I’ll race you backwards on a unicycle before I ever flirt with him. 🚫

↪ maxverstappen1:

landonorris The only “relationship” here is one where Y/N loses at everything. This isn’t flirting, this is winning. Learn the difference. 😎

↪ charles_leclerc:

This denial is strong. Like…Ferrari-level strong.

↪ y/n_leclerc:

charles_leclerc I WILL DELETE YOU FROM THE FAMILY. STOP THIS.

user1:

“I don’t even like looking at Max” is the funniest lie Y/N has ever told. 💀

user2:

The denial is STRONG in this one. They’re roasting everyone just to avoid the truth.

user3:

Max and Y/N: “We’re not flirting!” Also Max and Y/N: have entire conversations with heart eyes.

user4:

The way they’d rather start a fight than admit they’re into each other? ICONIC.

user5:

Y/N: “I’d rather become a papaya wearing norizz supporter.” OOF. That’s the kind of denial that needs therapy.

georgerussell63 posted a video:

🎥: George filming Y/N and Max mid-argument during a drivers’ briefing. Y/N is poking Max in the chest while Max smirks down at her.

Caption: Y/N and Max, doing what they do best: arguing like an old married couple. When’s the wedding? 💍

Liked by alex_albon, lilymhe, y/n_leclerc, and 700,432 others.

Comments:

y/n_leclerc:

GEORGE. DELETE THIS OR I’M SENDING YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM.

maxverstappen1:

You call this an argument? This is just foreplay. 😉

↪ y/n_leclerc:

MAX WHAT THE— TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW.

↪ charles_leclerc:

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY

↪ landonorris:

Max, you said that way too casually. What’s going on here? 👀

↪ alex_albon:

“Foreplay”? I just dropped my phone. Max, you’re playing with fire.

↪ georgerussell63:

Oh no, this is staying up. The internet needs to see it. 😂

redbullracing:

We’re not saying this is a Red Bull-sponsored relationship…but 👀

↪ scuderiaferrari:

Can we take credit for this relationship too? We did provide Y/N, after all. 🤔

↪ y/n_leclerc:

THERE IS NO RELATIONSHIP HERE YOU FUCKERS

user10:

DID MAX JUST SAY FOREPLAY? I CAN’T WITH THIS MAN, OMG. 💀

user11:

George stirring the pot is chef’s kiss. THE DRAMA.

user12:

Max has been WAITING to say something like that, I know it. The tension is REAL.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[jarofstyles]

Dress

Hellooo. Here is a best friends sister sorta request- h is best friends with your brother 👀 and he’s tired of hiding 👀 I think this is a one off, maybe a two off if I’m feeling spicy.

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Words- 3k

Warnings- exhibitionism(don’t do stuff in public pls), dirty talk, soft dom!h, slight angst, slight mention of violence, people pleasing tendencies, etc etc etc

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"I just wish things were different. I wish we didn't have to hide. I wish your brother knew about us. This sneaking around shit… it’s getting old. I don’t like having to pretend you aren’t the only fuckin’ thing I’m thinking about."

“I know…” The dark corner of the club was their solace. The humid air from the sea breeze leaked into the club around them and overly loud and slightly dated music being the unlikely reprove to having to keep up appearances through the last few days. Harry’s family always came with them on this vacation out to the islands and it used to be hell on earth. Each year she had tried her hardest to tamper down her crush, but now she didn’t have to.

Well, not unless their families were around.

With her brother in his own room, Harry had volunteered to take Y/N out as a ’chaperone’ of sorts and in turn, gave her a real taste of what it would be like if they didn’t have to hide their relationship- but she wasn’t exactly ready for the explosive way she knew her brother would react. He took things incredibly personally sometimes, but she was doing her best to try and not let it scare her too much. Harry was right- it was getting old. incredibly so, but it was hard to let go of her peacemaker mentality. She’d adopted it her whole life to keep the peace, diffuse situations, and now that she had finally found happiness with someone- it happened to be the one person that she knew he was going to freak out over.

“We need to tell him eventually, I know that. But I just…” Her fingers tangled in his necklaces, the alcohol making it easier to be emotionally vulnerable for once. “I don’t want to ruin it. Don’t want him to scare you away.”

Harry's heart ached as he looked at Y/N. He knew she was right, but the thought of hiding their relationship made him feel sick. Tired, even. He didn’t like having to watch his hands, where he was looking. He should be able to room with his girlfriend. It wasn’t like their parents hadn’t been rooting for it for ages, but he tried to understand where she was coming from.

Maybe it was a bit of the rose colored glasses keeping him from seeing what she did, but he didn’t feel the need to valiantly protect her brother from the knowledge that he was dating her. "I don't want to hide either, darling." He said softly. “M’not going to let anything come between us, especially not him." His hand slid up her thigh, wrapping around to the back of it and flexing his fingers.

"Your brother might piss me off when finds out, but only because he's probably, definitely going hit me. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I promise you that." His face grew more serious. "I don’t know how to make you understand that I am not afraid of him. I’ve been his mate for years. I know what he’s like but respectfully, he’s going to need to get over it and realize that I only have the best intentions..."

“I know.” She repeated, the humid air hitting her neck as she pushed bed hair off her shoulder, craning it to look up at him. It was unfair how handsome he was, with his curls sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and the light shadow of facial hair since he had missed shaving yesterday. “I just… I know it’s selfish, but I want to spend tonight imagining he already knows and we don’t have to worry about anything. That no one would be all… shocked or even say anything if I do this.” Leaning up, she lightly pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss before settling back on her feet, lips slowly separating. Harry made no move to pull away from her. If anything, he followed.

Harry's eyes shifted as he watched her, his heart picking in his chest. He loved the way she thought, the way she imagined a world where they didn't have to hide. Never once did he imagine himself to be one of those lovesick fuckers, but here he was again. Swooning over a goddamn kiss.

But really, who could blame him? He loved the way she kissed him, all soft and sweet and so damn gentle, like she was still a little hesitant he would say no even though they’d kissed dozens and dozens of times- stolen them right under everyone’s noses. As if he could ever say no- his body wouldn’t ever allow that. It was all greedy for her, had no capacity, no ability to deny her if anything when it came to telling his girl no. "Then let's imagine.”

Sinewy arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back into their hidden corner, the music pumping around them and his body hiding her from the crowd.. "Let's imagine that your brother knows and he's okay with it. That he's even happy for us." He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. “A little grossed out, because I think that you are… the most beautiful, incredible, sweet woman I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing… but that would only be the truth.”

“You really think that about me?” Her voice spoke solely to him. In their seclusion, people were still passing by, but no one paid attention. No one cared. To the rest of them, it looked like a young couple too loved up to keep hands off of each other. In most ways, that was the truth. Who knew invisibility could be such a gift at times?

Harry chuckled against her throat, his breath hot on her sticky skin. She smelled like sunscreen and that tequila sunrise she had accidentally splashed on herself, so a bit of orange juice and grenadine. Edible, summer, he wanted to sink into her and melt. "Of course I do." The man scoffed, his hands slowly roaming over her body as if he couldn't help himself. "And if your brother knew about us, I'd tell him exactly that. That I want you… and I want t’make you my girl properly. But that’s probably where it would stop, because I think he’d want to kill me if he knew what ran through my head when I get to see you.” Harry knew it was a good thing he wasn’t a mind reader, and that they’d gotten away with it for a bit so far. Yeah, he’d be taking a punch because he knew how Harry’s mind worked but he didn’t know that he fucking loved her- that this shit was different.

“Well… since we’re pretending all is right in the world right now…” Her hands splayed across his chest, chin tilted up as he pulled away from her throat. Starry eyes glazed over in love peering up just at him, not knowing she was the one he was orbiting. “Why don’t you enlighten me on the things you wouldn’t tell him?”

Harry's eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at her. "You really want to know, sweets?" He crooned, his voice low and sultry. "Alright then." His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel just how much he wanted her.

"First... I'd never tell him that I think about you all the time. Like... right now, I'm imagining wrapping your legs around my waist and backing you up against that wall over there." His eyes flicked to the wall behind her before meeting her gaze again. "And how bad I want t’kiss you until you barely have any breath, make you borrow some of mine."

Y/N felt her breathing pick up, ironically enough, feeling trapped in the best way. Whenever Harry was around her she sort of wanted him to smother her, in a weird sort of way. it was hard to explain but close never felt close enough. Harry just had this sort of… way about him that had her itching to get close and bask in his own kind of warmth. It soothed her bones.

"N’then once you caught up, I'd keep kissing you until you were panting, so that cute little giggle that turns into that sexy moan that you do. Fuckin’ love that." he continued, his voice growing deeper as he showed little restraint with his words. It was easy to forget where they were when he got started. "And then... " He trailed off, leaning in to kiss her neck again, his breath hot against her skin. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you the rest."

“Tell me.” She whined, in a way only tipsy Y/N wouldn’t feel shame for. “Please, baby?” Something she’d noticed was how strongly he did react to those little pet names so she kept them sparse, but seeing how he reacted always acted as a reward. “You can tell me. I want to know.”

He groaned low in his throat at the nickname, nipping at her earlobe before whispering to her the rest of the details he had been keeping away, waiting for the coaxing she had to pry out of him. "I'd slide my hand up your pretty little skirt and underneath your panties, feel how wet you already are for me. Slip a finger inside, nice n’slow at first, until you start to rock against my hand."

“Yeah? In front of all these people?” She was slightly shocked- but slightly not. Seeing as Harry had really struggled with not being able to publicly show her affection, she should have guessed he’d be handsy in all scenarios if he has the full permission- but this was more than she had anticipated. Even more so… She liked it.

"Mhm..." Harry agreed, his hands slowly sliding up her thighs, bunching the hem of her skirt as his hands went underneath without a second thought. "And if you kept making those little noises like you do when I touch you, no one would even notice."

Y/N she didn’t always make the best decisions but she knew she wouldn’t regret anything with Harry. As cocky as the man could be, as arrogant as he may appear, getting to know him up close and personal the last few months that they’d evolved into more than what they were… she knew he was a good guy. He was the type of guy she wanted. If he wasn’t, she wouldn’t be risking the peace her life had for it.

But no one ever said she wasn’t impulsive. “It is loud in here.” His body did hide hers in the corner, making it easy to be bolder. “So you should put your money where you mouth is, and touch me.”

"Oh, I plan on it" Harry said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He didn't waste any time in sliding his hand fully up her skirt, his fingers brushing against her skin as he made his way underneath her panties. His pace was careful, his touch light as he slowly slid a finger inside of her. Then soft hitch of her breath made him hum felt her bury her face in his chest to muffle any noise she might make. All talk, his girl, but he didn’t care too much- not when he felt that slick hole around his digit after being essentially edged all week. He continued to slowly pump his finger in and out, his thumb gently circling her puffy clit.

Biting his lip as he felt her clench around him, he could feel himself grow harder at the thought of being the one to make her feel like this. He added another finger, still moving slowly but picking up the pace slightly. "I want to take you out, show you off. I'm so tired of hiding you." Harry whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he continued to move his fingers inside of her. "I want everyone to know that you're mine. Don’t want to have t’sneak off in vacation just to play with my girl’s cunt. Should’ve been making you cum the whole time." Harry's other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her properly. His eager tongue slipped into her mouth as he continued to move his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.

She was clinging to him, her nails digging into his arms as she tried to keep quiet. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Face buried in his neck, her teeth sank into his skin to muffle her moans as he felt her shake against him. Y/N had never dabbled in public play before, and she knew no one could see, but the thrill of it all had her more wet than she had anticipated. Sure, the girl talked big game but she didn’t know what she would do if she had actually got caught being touched like this. Add in the fact that Harry’s tank top hugged him perfectly, his tattoos contrasting his skin, the broad shoulders and brush of his facial hair against her sensitive skin had her feeling drunk.

“That feels so fucking good.” She mewled, unsure if she wanted his mouth to keep her quiet or his chest.

"Shh..." Harry hushed her, his voice low and warning. "You have to be quiet, baby. Know it’s loud but y’don’t want anyone t’hear you." As much as he liked that idea, he knew his girl. That was something they’d need to work up to. Just feeling her dripping down his knuckles as he fingerfucked her was shocking enough, so he was more than pleased with this. His face nuzzled against her neck, his stubble scratching her sensitive skin. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Lean back against the wall."

Putting her trust in him was easy, or maybe it was the pent up sexual tension she hadn’t been able to release all trip as she did as he asked. The position made it look like a couple drunkenly making out, but his hand angled the farthest from the dancing drunk crowd was working slowly under her skirt.

Harry took advantage of her new position, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her as his thumb continued to rub against her center. He felt her squirm against him, her arms tightening around his neck as she buried her face in his chest once more to muffle her moans. "Good girl... keepin’ so quiet for me... " He praised, his fingers picking up pace as he fought to keep himself calm. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before he gently tugged her leg up, resting it on his hip.

The man had been good this whole trip. He’d played by her rules, trying his best to keep prolonged eye contact to a minimum, not leaning into her too much, not touching her, trying to act as he had in the past- but it was borderline impossible. Not with the way he felt about her. He wanted to rub all over her like a cat, wanted to wake up with her in the pretty room with the balcony and be the one to order her morning coffee. He was so tired of being good. In all honesty, the man didn’t care who found out anymore, not when being with her felt like this. Her little cunt gushing over his digits, dripping down the back of his hand as he curled his fingers just so.

"You're soaking through to my wrist..." Harry growled lowly, his other arm banded around her waist to keep her upright as her knees grew weak. He could feel her tensing up, her breath hitching as her body grew warmer. "Want you t’let go for me, love..." He curled his fingers one more time, pressing against her spot over and over as he rubbed his thumb in tight circles over her clit. Her whole body shuddered against him, her legs trembling as she tried to hold herself up. "You’re right there, baby. Can feel it. Let it go for me, my sweet girl... "

Harry buried his face in her hair as he felt her clamp down around his fingers, her body trembling slightly as she came silently against his hand. Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders as she bit down on his chest to keep quiet, her whimper muffled against his skin as she rode out her high. He held her leg tightly against his hip, his arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright as her body shook with her orgasm. His fingers remained buried inside her, his fingertips gently stroking against her spot as he kept her on edge, prolonging her orgasm the best he could.

Pulling her face up, he dragged her mouth back to his. Their kiss was sloppy and desperate, Harry's tongue pushing into her mouth as he devoured her whimpers, groaning in response as he felt her cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers. One of his favorite feelings, his favorite tastes. The only ways it could be better would be with his tongue on her clit or his cock inside of her. His hand shifted, tangling in her hair, holding her head still as he ate at her mouth, swallowing her noises as he kept his fingers buried inside her trembling pussy.

"Shh, baby... I've got you... " Harry cooed, his voice low as he gently worked her down. Slowly removing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked her taste off of them before he lowered her leg back down to the ground.

“We’re telling him. Tomorrow.” He mumbled, wiping his spit soaked fingers on his shorts. “I’m not spending the rest of this trip with you not in my bed because he’s gonna have a fuckin’ tantrum. He’ll get it over, baby.”

Looking down at her, his eyes softened significantly as he gazed at her flushed face and messy hair. "You're staying in my bed tonight. I’ve gone long enough without it. Everything else, we’ll figure out in the morning."

[pomefioredove]

Omg hiii! I saw that your requests were open again! Please take your time and prioritize your rest, and as always your writing is such a delight to read! I always look forward to your posts! 💖💖💖

That being said, can you please write for a Yuu/reader that has a love for painting (but is shy about showcasing their skill) , and was absolutely taken by Vil's beauty even before they met him? Of course they didn't know that he was a famous actor at first. What if Vil one day finds their sketches and paintings of him after months of knowing him? (hmm preferably after the events of book 6..? 👀)

SO CUTE!!! kicking my legs back and forth at this anonnn

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the picture of vil schoenheit

type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

How were you supposed to know?

It's not like Crowley had given you a guide on Night Raven College or its students (though, wouldn't that have been nice?)

I mean, you had to reminded of Trey's last name not two weeks ago. How were you supposed to know who Vil Schoenheit is?

You'd only seem him at a distance. Passed him by in the halls while he scolded some poor first year. He even looked beautiful when he was angry.

He was just made to be painted.

You didn't show your friends the art. You didn't need to give Ace another reason to tease you, and being a stalker would've really been the cherry on top of your weirdness sundae.

Besides, it was just drawing. Practice! Sketches from a distance, doodles done in the margins of your notes, watercolors and paintings from memory...

It felt familiar. This man, this stranger, someone you hadn't even spoken to, made you feel a little closer to home.

.

"Really, you should have some sort of organizational system,"

Vil leafs through pages of alchemy reports and history of magic homework. "Might I suggest a recycling bin?"

You smile. It's not often that your friend- Vil Schoenheit, that is- has a day off. But today is Saturday, and your room is in desperate need of his touch.

"This is... chaotic," he says, brushing a clump of Grim fur off his shoulder. "And you live like this?"

You shrug. "I try,"

"Well, try no more. We'll have this done before dinner,"

His commitment is touching. Millions of screeching fangirls would give anything just to spend five minutes with Vil, and here he is, tidying your room for you.

It's almost cute. He's humming to himself, hair tied back in a ponytail, in one of your shirts (his are too nice to get dirty), sweeping Grim fur out from under your bed.

"Rook and Epel couldn't make it?" you ask, pretending not to care that it's just the two of you.

"I told them not to bother,"

"Oh?"

Vil tsks. "They would get in the way. We're much more efficient on our own- we work well together, after all,"

That's something he'd said before. You'd always wondered what it meant.

"Right,"

You switch places, going to strip your bed of its sheets for washing while Vil tidies your desk.

Off go the pillow cases, the comforter, the blankets. You're wrestling with your mattress when you notice that he hasn't moved in a while.

He's looking through some of the papers from within the bowels of your desk, smiling to himself, a finger held to his perfect lips.

"What?"

"Hm?" he hums, but he doesn't look at you. "Oh, just... admiring your work. You have quite an eye for detail, have I ever told you that?"

He's being weird. You let go of your bundle of bedding and look at what he's holding, but it's just your sketchbook.

Oh. Oh, no. It's your sketchbook.

"OH! Um, wait-" you say, rushing to his side. "Don't- don't look!"

Vil smirks, and he holds the art over your head. "How unfair. The muse should always be the first to see, you know,"

Damn his height and perfect, slender arms!!! Your eyes widen. "It's not what it looks like! I didn't know you when I did those!"

"Yes, I saw the dates. You could make a career out of admiring me, you know~" he chuckles. "I'd pay for these. I'm sure Rook would like a few, as well."

You're practically melting with embarrassment. "Come on- give it back!"

Seeing your pathetic, embarrassed whining, Vil relents, handing you the sketchbook with an eye-roll.

"What are you ashamed of? They're fine pieces,"

"It's not that," you clutch the book to your chest. "It's just- uh- weird, isn't it?"

Vil scoffs. "I'm weird?"

"NO! I meant- I didn't even know you, and I drew you almost every day- that isn't... strange?"

He takes a moment to study you, your body language, the embarrassed look on your face. From head to toe. And then he smiles, warmly.

"I am in a dorm with Rook. There are very, very few things that I find strange now. You admire me- I'm flattered,"

He gingerly takes sketchbook out of your arms and opens it again. "Not to mention, you have an artistic eye that any director would kill for."

You stand there, a little dumbfounded, but mostly very, very grateful that he's your friend, and that you can laugh about this together.

"I'm... well... thank you," you finally say.

Vil smirks, and pinches your cheek. "You're precious. Now, back to work. I want this room over with. These paintings won't frame themselves, will they?"

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im very intrigued and fascinated about the way you write jason! i wonder what would happen next when reader found out the man she has been lusting for is the red hood👀 (if youre up to and feel free to ignore this if you dont) for part 2 jason x reader. thank youuuu

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Part 2 to this.

MDNI

Warning: more of reader's fantasies, Jason losing his self-control, slight biting, fingering

"Ah, you're a bouncer?" You said, leaning your chin against your palm as you talked with Jason. When he asked you out on a proper date at the same place the two of you first met, you were thrilled.

Sure, you didn't want to replace your boy, Red Hood, but he didn't seem like the person who'd reveak his identity to some civilian who would oatch him up every once in a while. Plus, you haven't been dating for a while, so now you got this hunk of beef sitting right in front of you.

"Yeah, yeah.. Not at a set place, though. I move around from time to time." Jason said, sipping on his black coffee. When asking you out, he believed it would've been a breeze.

Well, it has. It wasn't awkward. It seemed like you were having a great time, and he liked that. What he didn't like was now that you told him— Well. Told Red Hood your... 'infatuation' with this newfound civilian, Jason Todd, with every glace you took with each part of his body; his legs, his arms, his hands, his fucking nose, his mind would replay those atrocious but delicious scenes you described to him: Choking you with his biceps, squishing your face with his thighs, your sopping cunt dragging over his crooked nose-

"Do you get a lot of weirdos to deal with?" You suddenly asked, breaking him out of his trance.

He shrugged, pretending that his cock wasn't semi hard right now. "Here and there." He said.

Jason would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you before you told him about your fantasies. He remembers the ice-cold showers he had to take with his hand grasped around his cock, visualising your mouth and moans as his slick mixed with the water.

He was so ashamed. You were some innocent civilian he met, helping him out with his injuries. But that all changed when you met Jason Todd. He still felt a little humiliation thinking about you naked so easily. He taught himself to be more respectful than that. But, hey. He asked you on a date. Baby steps.

You shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem for you, huh? With those muscles, I doubt they'd give you much threat."

You bastard.

Why the hell did you have to comment on his muscles? He felt like pouncing on you to satisfy your desire if shoving his tongue dow your throat.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Thanks for asking me out, Jason," you said, looking up at him as the two of you stood outside. "I had fun. We should do it again sometime."

He hated you. You acted all innocent. He knew right now that you were thinking of the most filthiest things. And that's making him think of the most filthiest things. That's your fault he's thinking this way. It's totally your fault. But he wouldn't admit to himsekf that he's definitely coming over to your place as Red Hood to hear what other things you have to say about Jason.

He nodded. "I had fun, too." He lightly smiled back. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Mhm. Bye, Jason," you said as you got on your bus.

"Holy. Shit, Red." You groaned, cleaning a small wound on his arm.

"I don't wanna hear it." He gruffs.

Yes. Yes, the hell he does.

"Don't care. You should've thought twice about coming over for me to clean a scratch," you scoffed.

"As if he couldn't get any sexier, he's a goddamn bouncer. Fuuuck, I would literally pay to see him throw around some weirdos."

Red Hood turned to face you. "You know bouncers don't do that, right?"

"Shut up. Don't interrupt me. Anyway. I literally would've let him kiss me there. Slow and soft, hard and wet, who cares, I'd accept either. And if we weren't in a damn cafe, I would've let him bend me over that stulid table."

Jason didn't realise how good his self-control was. If he was alone, he'd be rock hard. Hell, he'd probably already be cumming.

"There. All done." You said, tossing the blood-stained wipes into the bin. "What?" You said when you turned around, seeing Red Hood stare silently at you.

It was stupid, really. Jason Todd and Red Hood are the same person. The same person that you were thinking so dirty of. But you didn't know that. So, you talking about wanting to fuck 'some other guy' instead of him pissed him off. He wanted you to tell him directly.

Ah. Maybe that's why he wasn't hard.

"You literally saw me beat people to a pulp, and you're worked up about this guy being a bouncer? One whose job isn't to toss people around?" He gruffed, a scowl on his face.

"You jealous?" You smirked. "I told you so many times. I'd be interested in you if I knew what you look like. You're hot as fuck... But at the same time I don't know if you're hot as fuck."

"You're really fucking annoying, you know that?" He said, standing up, making you scrunch your brows together.

"What?—"

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up about your weird sexual desires about this guy you went on ONE date with?" Jason doesn't know what he's doing. Or what he's saying. He wants to do all that shit with you. Make you scream, make you cum, make you feel good. It's not your fault you don't know, but he doesn't want to blame himself for wanting you so much.

You rolled your eyes. "I told you not to come back if you didn't wanna kno—"

Jason tore his helmet off, his eyes blown, and his cheeks flushed. It was just hot under his helmet, he guesses.

"Oh, what the fuck." You said, your shoulders sagging and your jaw dropped as he revealed himself to you. Though your shock quickly changed to embarrassment.

Oh my fucking god, you just told this guy the most horrid things you'd let him do to you.

Jason stormed his way right in front of you, towering over you. "How many times, huh?" He repeated. "I told you to shut up, but you never fucking listen."

His rough voice was supposed to be threatening. But why the hell were your legs clenched together at the way he shadowed over you? Why the hell was his snarled face and gritted teeth making you want to get on your knees.

"Your face.. that face.." He lowly said, pointing his finger between your eyes. "You're doing it again! You're letting that vulgar brain think again! Do you know how hard it was today? Having to take you on a date without wanting you to drag you to an empty aisle and fuck you senseless?" His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tight as his touch sent a wave of heat rushing to your core.

"The fuck- I didn't know!How the hell was I supposed to know you were Red Hood!" You defended yourself, though he ignored it.

"Come here." He demanded, tmdragging you dmto the couch. He sat down, pulling you with him. You stumbled over him, your ass rutting against his crotch, making him groan as your back was flush against his chest.

Jason left one hand resting on your hip, bringing his other arm to wrap around your neck. "This what you wanted, sweetheart?" He said spitefully.

You gasped, your hands instantly holding onto his forearm. Holy shit, it's happening. You don't know whether to be scared or excited.

"Jason.." You squeaked, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"What? I thought this was what you wanted." He lowly said, giving your hips a squeeze before trailing his hand down to your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He then flexed his other arm, just a bit to put slight strain to your throat.

It was pathetic when you let out a small whine. He barely touched you, yet you can feel your panties soaking up already.

Jason took your chin between his index and thumb, turning your head to look at him. "Is this what you wanted?" He lowly asked as his lips just barely grazed over yours.

"Yes.." You whispered, leaning closer just to feel more of his lips. Jason let out a guttural groan as he pressed his lips against yours, his hand tightly gripping your thigh while you couldn't help but whimper, finally feeling his chapped lips.

As Jason dragged his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance, you made no hesitation giving him what he wanted. And finally, your dreams of him stuffing your mouth with his tongue have been fulfilled.

While his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, his hand was inching up your thigh, tracing the waistband of your sweatpants before his fingers trailed inside, gliding over your soaked panties

"Shit.. Wet already?" Jason muttered against your lips as your hips stuttered among his hold.

"Fuck— Red, I swear if you're gonna spend the next 20 minutes teasing me, I'm kicking you out and finishing this off myself," you hissed impatiently.

"Needy, needy, needy," Jason shook his head and clicked his tongue as his fingers moved in circular motions over your clothes cunt, making you whine and throw your head back over his shoulder.

"Oh.. Yes, just like that.." You muttered, grasping onto his bicep.

Jason's ego skyrocketed at your cute moans as his hand found its way under your panties, feeling your sopping sex as your breath shuddered, begging for more.

He groaned at your pleas, his fingers pinching at your clit as you whined, turning your head as you sunk your teeth just barely into his arm while Jason let out a whispered curse.

He let two of his fingers find their way into your cunt, pumping in and out, the lewd, squelching sounds and moans filling up your living room.

"Fuck! Faster— Please!" You whined as your hips bucked against his hand, making Jason oblige to your begging as he quickened the pace.

You felt your stomach knotting up as your breath was caught in your throat, your other hand reaching up behind you, grasping at Jason's hair. He knew you were close as he continued to pump his thick fingers inside of your pussy while his thumb rubbed against your throbbing clit, his lips pressing soft, reassuring kisses to your neck.

Your back arched as you felt yourself let go, your cum soaking both his fingers and your panties. Jason moved his arm from your neck to your waist, supporting you up while you panted, turning your head to face him while he pressed a kiss to your forhead.

"Fuck.. Jason.. I—" Before you could get up, Jason grabbed your waist, pushing you down to lie on the couch while he hovered over you, pressing his knee between your legs.

"Hold on, sweet thing. Did you think we were finished?" He muttered. "No, no... there's so much that you wanted me to do to you... And I'm gonna make sure you don't miss out.."

i'll personally pay for everyone's therapy after reading this, I'm so sorry, writing smut isn't my forte

@little-miss-naill @viylikescats @jasontoddsthunderthigh @bizarresuperflaw @927roses-and-stuff @myromanempiree @heylosers06 @doorflameburnt @kurai-hono-blog @linasymphonia @blacksiren777 @diamondnightsky23 @lizzyk137

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Subject of Interest

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!photographer!reader

summary: fans love carlos’ girlfriend and her unhinged comments and photography hobby

a/n: needed a slight break from the lando fic and I love doing these small photography based smaus. I will probably be doing these for more drivers — feel free to request someone you’d like to see!

a/n 2: fyi this is all google translate Spanish 🤷‍♀️

a/n 3: I tried to write horny for the first time and I think? It went? Ok?

princesa

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princesa: mi amor, ¿sabes lo que me vas a hacer? Either put that thing away or put it to use. (My love, do you know what you're going to do to me?)

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user1: ahhhh love to see the princess back in action

↳user2: girl we missed you and your unhinged comments

landonorris: thERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

↳princesa: then leave? I know you have enough of a brain in that empty head of yours to do that

↳landonorris: I just wanted to congratulate my friend!! Why are you so mean?!?

↳princesa: niño…(Boy)

↳landonorris: nope! Lando!

↳oscarpiastri: seriously?

↳princesa: I’m glad he’s your teammate now

↳oscarpiastri: thanks 😑

↳landonorris: hey!

carlossainz55: Of course princesa…On an unrelated note, where are you again?

↳landonorris: not you too!

↳princesa: 🚪 here’s the door! Use it

↳landonorris: I’m gonna report you for bullying

↳princesa: try it twig!

carlossainz55: Hermosa…you tell me to behave but post that picture?

↳princesa: 🤭🤭

↳carlossainz55: 🥵

↳princesa: I’ve got the car waiting for you

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user3: girl I’m begging you for just one chance

↳carlossainz55: No

↳user4: when you pull up for a competition to worship the princess and your competition is Carlos Sainz

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princesa: ��️ 💨💨 vroom vroom — the cars may go fast but I’d like to take my time with you baby

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user5: congrats on the podium Carlos!!

user6: did she just…

↳user7: imply they fuck? Yes.

↳princesa: 😉

↳user7: girl Ferrari is gonna put you in pr jail

↳princesa: 🤷‍♀️ I look good in handcuffs

↳carlossainz55: 👀👀

↳princesa:😘💋❤️

landonorris: just once I’d like to open instagram and not be assaulted with you and your gross relationship 😠🤮

↳princesa: boo hoo does A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP scare you

↳landonorris: NO

↳carlossainz55: Oh?

↳landonorris: it’s your horny ass comments! Leave it at home!

↳princesa: it’s ok Lando — someday you’ll have a girlfriend

↳landonorris: ive haD GIRLDFRIENDS BEFORE

↳princesa: you’re behavior says otherwise tbh

↳landonorris: STOP LYING TO THE INTERNET

user8: did you guys go on a bike ride?

↳princesa: Carlos did! I was sitting pretty in the basket while he showed me around town before taking us to the beach, letting my man treat me right.

↳carlossainz55: As you should princesa, never lift a finger when I’m around

↳user8: wow that’s so cute and so sappy

↳user9: this comment thread called me single in every language

princesa

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princesa: thank you baby for the amazing break. I’m glad I got to spend some alone time with my handsome man. Next week it’s back to the grind — I just know you’ll be on top 🏆🏆

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carlossainz55: Princesa, I’d take you to the ends of the world if you’d ask

↳user10: same! 😭

↳carlossainz55: Not this princesa

↳princesa: I’d follow you anywhere you wanna take me handsome

carlossainz55: And you know I look good on top

↳princesa: i don’t know…wanna refresh my memory?

↳carlossainz55: I do need to get my cardio in today…

↳princesa: well let’s see how fast you are then…I’m waiting 😉

↳user11: YOU ARE IN PUBLIC

user12: I gotta say it…I’ve missed these horny comments. Insta just isn’t the same without them

↳user13: heeeeyyyy 🍑🍑🍆🍆💦💦

↳user12: eww no

charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!! Second half of the season will be ours!

↳carlossainz55: You know it!

↳princesa: Go Ferrari!

user14: no disgusted lando comments? What’s happening?

↳princesa: i blocked him for this post 😊

↳user14: 🤣🤣

princesa

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princesa: Ferrari might be all red but baby, blue is your color — I believe a congratulations is in order Mr Race Winner

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user15: what a race…a Ferrari, McLaren, Williams podium was not on my bingo card for the year…

user16: petition for Ferrari to officially change its color to blue

↳user17: girl like 10 different drivers dnfed

↳user16: but Carlos won!

carlossainz55: Thank you mi amor ❤️

↳princesa: No tengo las palabras para describir lo orgulloso que estoy de ti! (I don't have the words to describe how proud I am of you!)

↳carlossainz55: Conozco mi amor y eso está bien. (I know my love and that's fine.)

↳princesa: I do know how I’m gonna congratulate you tho!

↳carlossainz55: 😳😳

carlossainz55: Are you going to be my prize, mi amor?

↳princesa: oh baby you know it!

↳princesa: just wait and see what I’ve got planned for you

↳carlossainz55: 🥵🥵

↳landonorris: 🤮🤮

↳landonorris: why? Must I? Suffer?

↳princesa: i should have kept you blocked

↳landonorris: i just wanted to congratulate my friend?

↳princesa: do it on your own post and let me be horny for my man in peace

↳landonorris: you’re uninvited to my party tonight?

↳princesa: for what? You dnfed like first

↳landonorris: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻

alex_albon: congrats man! It was great to be able to share a podium with you!

↳carlossainz55: Felicitaciones a ti también (Congratulations to you too)

↳carlossainz55: it was good to see you on the podium as well

oscarpiastri: great race!

↳carlossainz55: You as well!

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princesa: Winning looks good on you baby. You should do it more often 🏆

In all seriousness, congratulations on your season Carlos — you did fantastic this year and it was such a pleasure to travel with you and watch you live your dreams.

That said — I’m very excited for the couple of months we will have to ourselves 😘💋❤️

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carlossainz55: Princesa…I loved every second of this year, racing and traveling with you. Thank you for agreeing to my crazy idea and following me around the world.

↳princesa: oh my love…No había ningún otro lugar en el que preferiría estar que a tu lado. (There was no other place where I would rather be than by your side)

↳carlossainz55: No podría haber pedido un mejor socio (I couldn't have asked for a better partner)

carlossainz55: All to ourselves huh? 🤔

↳princesa: i know! Whatever will we do with all that time? 🤭😉

↳carlossainz55: Oh I can think of a few things 😏

↳landonorris: YEAH. GOLFING. HANGING OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS. VISITING FAMILY!!

↳princesa: Oh, estoy tan contenta de tener un par de meses lejos de este niño... (I'm so happy to have a couple of months away from this child)

↳landonorris: Wrong!

↳carlossainz55: Since when can you read Spanish?

↳princesa: since when can you read?

↳landonorris: I’m reporting you again for bullying! And google translate exists ya know

↳landonorris: also! I’m gonna be visiting you this break

↳princesa: sorry not interested in a threesome

↳landonorris: NOOOO

↳landonorris: Carlos promised me a couple rounds of golf so there 😝

↳carlossainz55: it was a moment of weakness

user18: oh to have a champagne soaked Carlos Sainz sprint over to me to kiss me senseless after a spectacular race,,,

↳princesa: it’s a great experience! But get your own — this one is mine

↳user18: girl we’ve seen all your comments this year. We know

↳princesa: just like reminding people they can look but not have 😊

user19: i know everyone has been focusing on their…horniness this year but damn she must love him too. To quit her job just to follow him across the world…

↳princesa: it was a scary thought at first but I’m so glad I did it

↳carlossainz55: I am as well

↳landonorris: I’m not. Go away

↳princesa: I’m gonna be honest with you. We get worse with distance — you got off light this year

↳landonorris: nooooooooooooooo

↳user20: and they’re back to their regular programming

user21: my favorite part of the season is now knowing Lando Norris is the type of person to clutch his pearls at the sight of an ankle…

↳user22: right? Not what i expected

↳landonorris: I AM NOT!

↳user22: sure Jan

↳landonorris: I CAN HANDLE SEX JUST FINE THEIR JUST BEING MEAN TO ME

↳user21: ok grandpa, let’s get you back to bed

↳landonorris: NOT YOU GUYS TOO…

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carlossainz55: No more Ferrari PR jail, no more hiding these in my camera roll. My gorgeous gorgeous girl 🥵🥵 I’m so glad to be able to call you mine

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princesa: well let’s not completely get rid of the jail…I do quite like the handcuffs ☺️

↳carlossainz55: I could be persuaded

↳princesa: meet me in five?

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user23: oh my god you guys were being tame???

↳princesa: oh absolutely

↳user23: oh my god…

user24: can Carlos fight? Like seriously?

↳carlossainz55: Yes

↳user25: I think if a group of us get together we could take him

↳carlossainz55: You’d be wrong

↳princesa: sorry girls guys and nonbinary pals — I am a one man girl

↳princesa: and I think I’d have to report you to someone

↳user25: you know what? That’s fair

↳used24: and hot!?! Gotta love that kind of loyalty

landonorris: I’m gonna deactivate my account

↳princesa: I didn’t think I’d get my Christmas present so early!

↳landonorris: 😑😑

↳carlossainz55: I’ll give you a Christmas present 🎁

↳princesa: a big one?

↳carlossainz55: Oh you know it

↳landonorris: NOT ON MY COMMENT THREAD. GO AWAY

user26: Sad to see Carlos leave Ferrari but good god am I excited to see the more unhinged version of him in Williams…

↳user27: thank god I’m not the only one

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Saw that your requests are open so how about a drunk reader confessing her heart out for natasha not knowing they're already dating and stuff (or something along those lines) 👀

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 0.9k

CW: alcohol consumption, vomit, use of painkillers.

an: this was SO fun to write, i hope you like it!!

"One more!" you squeal excitedly, reaching for another shot lined up at the bar. It was girls' night out with you and your friends; you insisted Natasha should come, and you told her that the rest of your friends were bringing their other friends and partners, so she was allowed. "1,2,3!" one of your friends said, and you all downed the shot, sighing heavily as it burned its way down your throat. You jump around with the music that's playing in the background, pulling Natasha by the hand to the dance floor.

Time didn't seem like a concept to you as you partied your little heart out with Natasha, clinging onto her, your arms around her neck swaying back and forth, and your mind adjacent to your body. Natasha stuck by your side the whole night, her warmth always in your proximity; you were safe.

Drinks continued being placed in your hands, and soon enough, your world tilted on its axis, your stomach flipping. "Natty!! You whined, pulling her with you to the bathroom. Ever the lady, Natasha held your hair and rubbed your back gently, muttering soft words of comfort to soothe you.

You leaned back against the stall, staring at the recessed lights, your eyes fluttering shut, attempting to calm yourself down. Natasha had brought wipes with her and began to wipe your mouth, pulling out a new one for the running mascara around your eyes, then your face, to cool you down.

Feeling the cool wetness against your face, your eyes coming into contact with the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her soft eyes bore into yours, and her lips are turned into a slight smirk. "You're so pretty", you mutter, cupping her face.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you're far beyond intoxicated. Let's get you home", she replied, slowly pulling you to your feet; she wrapped her arm around your side, putting your arm around her shoulder, propping you up against her.

You and Natasha stumbled out onto the bustling street, trying to call a cab while trying to keep you upright. She finally managed to put you into the taxi; she climbed in next to you, noticing you fumbling with your seatbelt. She gently took it from your hands, clipping it in.

As the cab made its way through the streets of New York, your eyes swipe across the woman's features, admitting her to memory. Your hand works its way into hers, pulling her arm into your lap; you continue to stare at her, the many lights on the outer world illuminating her face and the unnatural beauty she seems to possess.

"Do I have something on my face moya lyubov'?" she smiles, turning to face you. You shake your head, "Do you have a girlfriend?" you slur, "Because you're too pretty not to have one."

She laughs lightly, "I do, and if my girlfriend finds out that other girls are trying to hit me up, I would be rather scared for them." She smiles, looking down at your hands entwined.

"Who is your girlfriend?" You ask, your cheeks flaming slightly, "Is she pretty?" you say, looking up at her from your head resting on your shoulder. She meets your eyes. "She's the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I don't think I could ever be without her", she admits to you, her thumb stroking over your knuckles.

Your eyes begin to flutter, and you end up falling asleep against her.

The cab pulled up around the corner of the tower- Natasha softly woke you up, her thumb stroking your cheeks. "We're here, love, wake up"- not wanting to give the driver Natasha's identity, given that he didn't seem to recognize her, she paid him and then took your hand guiding you out of the vehicle.

Natasha hobbled the rest of the distance with you to the tower, where she scanned her card and walked in with you clung to her. She called the elevator and waited whilst it came to pick the two of you up. Her hand stroked your head as you stood there still groggy from your near thirty minute sleep.

Once you got back to her room, she led you to the bathroom so you could go to the toilet, and whilst you did, she quickly changed into her PJs and met you washing your hands. "Sit down, pretty girl", she told you, pulling out your face wash slightly wetting her hands before rubbing the cleanser on your face, removing your makeup.

You just sat there, letting her clean you, putting your toner, serum, and lotion on, your arms wrapped around the back of her legs. She soon moved to brushing your teeth, standing you back up so you could spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth. She gave you two painkillers and made you drink a glass of water because she knows you're going to be "dying" tomorrow.

"Go get into bed," she said softly, kissing your nose. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, then came to join you. You were slowly falling back to sleep when she slipped in next to you. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?' you whisper, shuffling into her, wrapping your legs into hers. "Yes, you are, my love. Now go to sleep; you're going to need lots of it, " she mutters back, kissing your forehead and slowly drifting off once she hears your soft snores and even breathing.

thank you for reading!! <3 please leave feedback!!

(reqs are open for now!!)

[kurokawaia]

❛ YOU PLEASE ME ❜

Iguro Obanai X Fem!Reader

WC; 2k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW : x fem reader, established relationship, boyfriend and girlfriend status, cunnilungus, pwp? oral -> female receiving, male giving, praise, squirting + more

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) can you please write something with obanai (again💀) with a s/o who is worried that she doesn't perform good in enough in bed? As in she doesn't think she pleases him enough? And then eventually it escalates and he comforts her and...yk👀 - ANON

m.list | demon slayer m.list

You were always conscious about your performance, and you weren't referring to your demo slaying performance, more to, how you pleased Obanai in bed. Obanai wasn't the most verbal during sex, he doesn't let out many noises apart from the occasional moans he lets out or the groan that spills from his lips when he comes into your soft cunt.

And there you two lay, basking in each other's warmth after the sex you two had just had a few hours ago. Obanai was fast asleep in your arms, his head resting against your chest with his knee in between your legs, arms wrapped around you. Your head rested on top of Obanai's and arms wrapped around his figure, making sure he was nice and close to you. 

But, you can't help but let the worry fill you up to the brim once more. Because Obanai didn't portray many facial expressions or noises during sex, you always come to think that you don't please him enough. Obanai finishes though, you thought, so he must be enjoying it to a certain extent, right?

You place a kiss on Obanai's forehead and let out a sigh. He sure seems content enough in your arms, he looks so peaceful lying there as he snuggles closer into you before stirring. 

"Go back to sleep, Oba'," you gently say as you see his duel-coloured eyes opening groggily while we lift his head from your chest. 

His brows furrow slightly in confusion as he looks to the shoji doors which the two of you had left open, it is a beautiful night out and he realises that the moon is high in the sky. It was nowhere near morning. 

"Why are you awake?" he asks, his voice slightly scratchy.

"'M just thinking about things," you replied, your heart beating faster when Obanai snuggles further into your body. 

A soft gasp leaves your lips when Obanai rolls onto you, causing you to roll onto your back. Obanai still has his leg in between your own but his body weight is all on top of you now and you re-wrap your arms around his back. He finds a comfortable position on your chest, his head cushioned by your boobs.

"About what?" He questions, he was genuinely worried, usually, you'd be knocked out sleeping after the two of you have sex, and he'd have to shake you to wake you up.

Placing another kiss atop of his head, you reassure him, "It's nothing, really, you should go to sleep, Obanai."

"No."

You sweatdrop at his blunt reply. "What do you mean, 'no', love?"

"I won't go to sleep until you do," Obanai murmurs agasint your already marked skin with his nibbles and red hickeys. 

"Then you'll be up for a while, so-"

"Just tell me what's wrong," he interrupts and you swallow a lump in your throat which grew over the confronting conversation.

"I was just thinking...about..." you trailed off.

"...About?" he pries.

"It's embarrassing," you say with finality, not wanting to continue the conversation no matter how much you want to tell him.

Obanai lifted his head from your chest, a perplexed look crossing his face, giving you an 'are you serious?' look. 

"I'm... your... boyfriend..." he said slowly, confused, not knowing why you were so embarrassed about telling him something.

Obanai has seen you in ways that no one else you know has. He's seen you fall over after stepping out of the bath, he's seen the facial expressions you make during sex, seen you and heard you say many many things that are not appropriate to say around other people. And here you are, saying that you are embarrassed about something.

"Yeah?" you replied.

"Exactly," Obanai says, his face inching closer to yours. "So, tell me."

"Well, it's not exactly... embarrassing," you continue, avoiding your gaze. "It's about when we have... you know."

Concern flickers in Obanai's eyes, instantly becoming worried about you. He didn't even know what you were going to say but all the possibilities were running through his mind. Obanai was worried that he was being too rough with you, hurting you. 

Almost simultaneously, when he was thinking about if he was being too rough with you, he sees your eyes well with tears. Obanai's eyes widen, his concern evident to you now. 

"H-Hey-"

You cut him off, "I'm sorry."

His brows furrow in confusion. "For what, dear?"

"If I don't make you feel good enough," you replied, avoiding his gaze and placing your palms over your eyes, all your overthinking catching up to you.

Obanai lets out a sigh before gently taking your hands off your puffy eyes and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He straddles your waist as he looks down to you and you don't wanna look up to him.

"Why would you think that?" he murmurs confused, he was so scared that he was being to rough with you that he ended up hurting you, so you saying something silly like that lifted the weight off of his chest.

"Well.... you don't seem to sound so into it," you said quietly and he rolls his eyes.

"That's just because I don't, love," he reassures, "if you would prefer I be more vocal, I will be. I value your pleasure so much and you never fail to make me feel good."

"You mean it?" you asked.

"Of course," he replies, his tone affectionate before gently pressing his lips to yours and you close your eyes in peaceful content. "Let me show you, repay you for everything you do to me."

"But, I want to," you mumbled agasint his lips.

"It's my turn, to repay you, to show you how much you mean to me, how good you make me feel," Obanai continues, pulling away from your lips.

Obanai trails soft and delicate kisses down your body and breathless sighs leave your mouth. A soft gasp slips from your lips when he begins to suck harder at your pelvis and lower abdomen. In the process of this, he places your thighs over his shoulders and before you can say anything, a kiss to your bare clit is placed, you mewl in response, back arching in response. 

"Oba'," you huff.

"Mmmm," he hums in response, the vibrations getting sent straight to your clit, a moan arousing from your throat as your fingers entangle into his black strands, tugging gently.

He simply showed no desire to stop, because after all, he was doing it not just to satisfy his needs. Your soft thighs were locked on his broad shoulders, holding you in bed. He did this not just to satisfy himself, but also for your good. Obanai really wished you to wake up to your needs otherwise, he would do something he'd regret.

You moaned, hands getting knotted within his long black locks. Your back wanted to arch away from the tingling sensation, to squirm out of his hold, but you were immobilized—utterly weak under his touch.

"Stop moving, love," he intones with a milder iratedness and you obey, trying your utmost not to twitch with the kisses he lathers onto your clit and sticky folds, drenched with your slick. Obanai doesn't hesitate to spread your folds with his fingers and doesn't hesitate in pressing his mouth and nose to your swollen clit, his mouth sucking in and out your hole.

Obanai was going to enjoy himself like there was nobody else there—with you, with your puffy little clit between his lips, sucking it until you came over and over again, with his tongue. Push you with his tongue into overheating.

Your fingers tighten on the grasp you had on his hair, and your grip on your thighs gets firmer when you feel his nose brush into your sensitive clit. A sigh of contentment seeped into your folds as a mewl escaped past your full lips. Moans escape your lips as his tongue drags up to your clit from your drenched hole.

Obanai wants you to whimper and groan as loudly as you can, with your back arched into his tongue as he lewdly suckles your painful clit, and your head flung back hard against the plush pillows underneath you.

That was the instant when you felt your thighs tighten around his head due to his constriction, and you felt a groan that caused you to grind down.

"Obanai! Feels funny!" You whimpered out, that weird feeling in your stomach as something built up inside you, and you didn't know what it was. "Obanai! St'op!! Feel's. weird!!"

"Shhh," Obanai cooed to you against your clit, and you moaned again, the coil in your stomach growing tighter. "You getting close, that's all."

Your eyes widened as he said it It feels so good, but this felt different to an orgasm, something more intense. Closer to your orgasm, two fingers pushed through your folds into your gummy walls, and they immediately found their place. Fingers pressed up against that soft spot deep inside your walls every time he curled his fingers when he inserted them in at a quick pass.

"Yes, that's it, {Y/n}," he moaned against you, his hips rutting into the mattress, trying to relieve some sort of sexual buildup that was anything but getting better.

He was in such dire need of you.

The way your hips pushed back into that rough grind onto his face elicited a groan from you. "Good girl," he praised.

You chant his name, broken letters, and his movements, quicker, hungrier; the single hold he had on your thigh clamped tighter. The coil in your stomach just wound tighter, and the fingers locked more around his locks, they kept him in place, but he groaned more into your folds.

It only pushed me right over the edge, for a moan to spill from the lips at the moment that he pressed his tongue hard against my clit—what was once a soft scream leaving your mouth. The coil in your stomach now unleashed, his face totally drenched. Obanai lifts his head out from your drenched folds; his chin is soaked with your cum.

Your chest heaved with the aftermath, breasts falling to the side from your subtly arched back. His chest swelled with a need for you, more of you, even if you had just had sex a few hours prior, he loved you so much.

Just your pure love, that's all he wants.

'I'm not through with you," were his final words just before his tongue started, once again, to toy with your clit, over except for you. "Gonna show you how good you make me feel."

"Obanai!" you cried in shock from how overwhelmingly the sensation was, a loud moan slipping past your lips, and your thighs clenched extremely tight around his head. This time, he wouldn't let you block his airways, his hands trying to pry open your thighs. And this time, he really would make you come with nothing but his tongue.

And so you did, a thousand times. Over and over your clit throbbed and ached. Your pussy ached and gaped for more, but he didn't give it to you. You'd begged for him to stop, but you knew he wouldn't. Obanai knew you didn't want this, no matter your actions and words. Your cunt begged harder for more and more releases.

Obanai continued to lap up from your folds, and you were definitely sure of a different sensation bubbling inside. "Obanai! Wait!" You whimper, but still, your juices spill out from your cunt all over his face, the liquid obviously wetter than earlier.

Obanai leans up from between your legs, the realization that it was you who just squirted. He wasn't expecting that, but god, he craved more of you. But, he realises how tired you were. He places a few kisses on your jawline and neck, not wanting to kiss you after eating you out, he finds that a tad bit gross. 

"That there, is how I feel inside every time we have sex," Obanai mutters agasint the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | demon slayer m.list

[puck-luck]

forced proximity with jack even though you guys are enemies… so you guys say 👀

lucky lift | jack hughes

warnings: elevator sex, enemies to FWB, secret pining on jack’s side, hj, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing/general dirty talk (aka i just like writing dialogue) pairing: jack hughes x reader summary: the one when you hook up with your work enemy on a whim wc: 1468

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” You hiss. “You know I don’t like this any more than you do.”

To top off a shitty day, in which you had woken up late, spilled coffee on the shirt that you had been waiting to wear all week, and tripped up the stairs in full view of everyone in the office, you were now stuck– nay, you were trapped, cornered, imprisoned– in the elevator with none other than Jack Hughes.

You and Jack had been working at this company for the same amount of time, both of you hired in the same week, trained by the same people, and working on the same projects. You hated each other. You supposed you hated Jack first, but it was only because he made everything so competitive. He claimed he couldn’t help it when your work bestie brought it up to him (much to your chagrin), “because he was an athlete when he was younger.”

In an ideal world, this “athlete” could pry open the doors of the elevator so you could make an escape. Instead, he’s staring at you with an amused smirk on his face while you do all the work.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Jack scoffs. 

“Maybe I do hate it more than you,” You bite back. “You seem awfully content over there to watch me do all the work.”

“I called for help,” Jack reminds you. “They said two hours. To me. I don’t remember you offering to call.”

“I didn’t have service,” You say through gritted teeth. 

“Get a better provider,” Jack says in the same tone. 

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

“I think you’re really easy to piss off.” Jack’s smile pulls at the sides of his lips in a way that’s almost endearing, but you also want to wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze.

“I think you–”

“I also think the stain on your shirt from your coffee has gotten worse with the sweat from all your efforts to escape,” Jack interrupts. “Maybe you should take it off.”

The initial surprise that came with his statement turns to anger at his arrogance. “Excuse me?” You exclaim, stalking over to him and whacking his arm. “You’re coming onto me? As if you couldn’t make this situation any worse?”

“We might as well have fun with it,” Jack says with a shrug, shying away from your violent slaps. 

“I don’t even like you,” You point out. “You don’t even like me.”

Jack reaches a hand up and cups your cheek, silencing you. “Does it matter?” 

The weight of his hand against your face and the pure honesty of his tone causes your stomach to turn. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him like that before, but it was rare. It was during the monthly meetings Jack led, when he had to wear more business professional clothing, and he always decided to roll up his sleeves post-meeting and lose the jacket. You usually caught him in the break room brewing his own coffee, focused and straight-faced like he was about to reenter the meeting rather than celebrate its end. 

“No,” You decide. 

You allow him to pull you in, pressing your lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss. You never thought Jack was the kind to savor something, but here you were. He’s slow with his movements, his fingers trailing over your curves and ridges like he’s trying to map your body. 

“You’re going too slow,” You complain, palming the front of his dress pants. You fit your hand on his bulge, rubbing over it until he lets out a moan. “Let’s speed things up.”

“I want to enjoy this,” Jack mumbles and you can barely hear him.

“You will,” You tell him, unzipping his pants and reaching into his boxers. You circle your hand around his dick, pumping him from base to tip, using his precum to make the glide smoother. 

“No,” Jack groans and tilts his head back. “I want to enjoy this.”

You pause your movements. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Jack bucks his hips up into your hand, your grip loose around him while you wait for him to explain. “You’re just so pretty when you’re mad at me.”

“Oh,” You breathe out. 

“And you’re mad at me all the time,” Jack whines. He pushes you against the wall of the elevator, leaning in to leave kisses along your neck. He sucks at the underside of your jaw, leaving a cool circle of saliva when he trails his lips lower. “Wanted to fuck you for so long now, Y/N.”

He presses his hips into your body, your hand still trapped in his pants. You remove it as his hands cover the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, you immediately circling your legs around his waist. He uses one hand to push his pants down, his belt clinking against the floor as the fabric pools around his feet. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and causing him to groan. Jack pulls your skirt up and moves your panties to the side, movements quick now that he admitted his secret to you.

He presses himself inside of you, feeding his cock into your tight, wet cunt. 

“Feels so good,” Jack whispers. “So tight, baby. So wet.”

“Fuck me, Jack,” You tell him, voice strong. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Gonna,” Jack agrees with a moan, rolling his hips sensually. 

Jack steps forward until he can hold you up against the wall and push one leg so your ankle rests on his shoulder. He turns and gives your ankle a kiss, then bows his head to watch himself enter you to a rhythm that only he knows. Jack moves like he’s drunk on the feeling of you, soft noises falling from his lips like he’s trying not to be too loud. You can almost feel the elevator shaking with his movements.

“Not gonna last,” Jack chokes out, clutching at your waist. 

“Gonna come in me?” You tease, nipping at Jack’s earlobe.

Jack lets out a high keen, his mouth falling open and his eyelids fluttering shut as your entrance flutters around him, causing him to come undone inside of you. His breaths come out as stuttered as his thrusts do, his come warm inside you and leaking out when he draws himself out of you. 

Jack keeps you pressed against the wall of the elevator, but lowers himself to his knees.

“Gonna clean you up,” Jack promises. Your thighs rest on his shoulders, your ankles crossed behind his back. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, kneading them. 

“J,” You whimper when Jack attaches his lips to your entrance. He moans against your hole, flicking his tongue against your hole like a dog drinking from a bowl of water. He nuzzles his face into your cunt and brings a hand around to rub your clit in quick circles.

“Y’look so good,” Jack praises, his eyes so big and blue from where they look up at you. “You gonna come? Gonna mix us together, give me something to really enjoy?”

“Oh,” You exclaim, your fingers lacing into Jack’s hair. Your hips buck against his face and he slips a finger into your hole, pushing it in and out of you and curling it as he laps at your clit. “Fuck, Jack, just like that.”

Miraculously, he listens to you and only intensifies his actions, pumping a second finger into you.

You choke on a wail as you come on his fingers, the climax causing your head to fall back against the wall of the elevator with force. Jack stifles a laugh, but continues to lick at your come (and his own) until you’re removing your hands from his hair and trying to get your feet back on solid ground.

“You know, I like you like this,” Jack teases, fixing your panties for you and moving your skirt back to its original position. He pulls his own pants up when he rises, tucking himself away and buckling his belt with his very talented fingers. “All fucked out.”

“If anything, I’m the one who fucked you,” You bite back. “You came first and you ate your own come out of me."

“Mmm, next time I’ll leave it inside of you,” Jack says with a short kiss to your neck, adjusting the collar of your blouse. His hand ghosts over your neck and he feels the way your breath hitches. “Maybe we should get to the office early one day and I’ll bend you over my desk. You’ll have to walk around all day, feeling my come drip out of you. You’ll be begging me to clean you up then.”

note: ugh office enemies is a trope that i need in my life. if i'm going to be a slave to the work force i am going to fuck my hot enemy jack hughes whenever i can!

[bluesidez]

Hey there! I've never made a request before, I hope it will not make you uncomfortable 🙏🏻 could I please request a fem!Reader pegging Miguel? Like he's always the Dom one in the relationship and reader wants to try something new and be the dominant one for one time and Miguel is a bit uncertain in the beginning but turns out he loves it so much! (also because the one who's pegging him is his beautiful, beloved sexy girlfriend 👀)

[Is It Tight?]

lab tester: Anonymous Participant 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

summary: Miguel lets his girlfriend guide him to the edge. 

content warning: basically a PWP (but of course I hint at plot/characterization because I have no self control), 18+ so MDNI, pegging, butt play, cunnilingus, fellatio, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾), butt plugs, a little bit of dom + sub dynamics (I can't resist a subby Mig, SORRY!), softness!

word count: 4.7k, halfway proofread

a/n: You don’t know how happy I was when I read this omg. I was NOT disgusted but ecstatic. This is my first time writing pegging, not my first time thinking about man (specifically Miguel’s) butt. 

“You want to do what?”

You lean on his moving chest, the room hot after your previous encounter.

“I want to…fuck you!”

“That’s not what you said.”

You pout and sit up a bit. You thought the bliss of him just fucking you within an inch of your life would be enough to easily convince him to do anything.

It usually worked but this ask was a lot more risque than your other asks. Maybe you should have asked him while he was deep in the valley instead. 

“You always make me feel so good, I just wanted to do the same for you this time.”

“You do make me feel good,” he brushed a stray hair on your cheek. “This is something else entirely.”

“I know but,” you climbed on top of him, face leaning over his. “I just wanted to try something different.”

You ran your hand down his neck to his sternum, tilting your head to the side, watching as he raised an eyebrow at your act. 

“Don’t you want to explore a new side of pleasure with me?”

Your hands made their way to his chest, rubbing across his nipples. You bite your lip just thinking about him sprawled out against the bed, mind filled with nothing but bliss. He would look so beautiful with your hands gripping around his waist. 

How would he sound?

Would he call your name with that pretty voice of his? Would he grunt and grip onto you? Would he enjoy the view of you working into him?

“You really are enjoying the thought of this, aren’t you?” Miguel gave you a deadpan look, but his neck was on fire. 

“Yeah,” you reply, shifting to press your breasts against his torso. You drag his left hand and bring it right in between your legs, watching his eyebrows raise as he feels the building slick. “It excites me.”

You keep Miguel’s heated gaze as he slides over your entrance, fingertips rubbing side to side. You spread your legs wider, enjoying the way that Miguel was eager to dip his fingers back into you. 

You let him play, tightening around his fingers as he groaned at the sound of you getting wetter and wetter. You were dripping with both the past and the present sessions and riled up from your thoughts. 

Still, you had a plan. 

“But, I know it can be a lot,” you say right as Miguel started to rub his head over your lips. You roll over and put on your slippers, “So I won’t bring it up anymore.”

You bend to grab your clothes from the floor, air cooling your naked body. You start to head towards the bathroom when Miguel sits up and grabs your wrist to pull you back into bed. 

“I-I’ll think about it,” he breathes into your skin. You bend your neck, letting him continue to kiss along your skin. 

“Really? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. It should be something you’re sure about.”

“If it’s with you, I’m willing to try it.”

Bingo.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel wraps your legs back over his hips, mouth preoccupied. “One more round?”

You card your fingers through his hair, humming as he takes your ass in his hands, swerving your hips over his dick. 

“Miguel,” Lyla’s holographic body popped up next to the both of you. 

“Lyla, no-”

“Lyla, yes! You’re needed at HQ. An anomaly broke out in the therapy hall.”

Miguel grunted and knocked his head back onto the wall, “Ok, ok. Just give me a second.”

“There’s a lot of emotional spiders listening to a Green Goblin reenact their uncles’ death right now, so you might want to hurry.”

“I got it,” Miguel groaned. “You can go now.”

Lyla snickered before she flickered away.

“Well, babe,” you pat Miguel’s chest. “Duty calls.”

You stand up and laugh at Miguel’s reluctance to move. You pull him to the edge of the bed and he only leans on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your thighs.  

“Will I see you tonight?” he whines. 

“Only if you’re not busy at work. I’ll be here.”

“Alright,” Miguel says. He grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder. “Five minutes in the shower.”

You laugh as he brings you to the bathroom. 

What’s a little irresponsibility for a man who’s constantly saving the multiverse?

Getting him ready was a slow and steady process. 

It started with butt grabs. 

You’ve always noticed how good he looked from the back, but you also know how sensitive guys could be about that area of their bodies. 

The first time you patted his ass, he almost jumped out of his skin, cursing like a sailor. The second time he was a little bit more prepared, albeit a bit peeved. The seventh time, you were slapping it with ease. By the fifteenth time, you were grabbing handfuls to squeeze and he was just letting you have your way.

Next, you decided to introduce some butt play into y'all’s regular sex life. When you grabbed his ass to guide him while he was slamming into you during missionary, it was such an exciting sight watching him get riled up by your encouragement. 

Then one night, he had you on your back, one leg in his hands and the other spread to the side. He was diving deep into you, lips against yours as he whispered out praise. You ghosted your hands from his balls to his taint to his hole, pressure building as you tapped against it. Miguel came with a shout, nerves tight. 

You raised your eyebrows as you felt him shake above you, “Did you like that?”

“I don’t even know what just happened.”

Later, this move extended to you adding lube and sliding your finger past the rim. Miguel would have to slow down out of fear of finishing too soon, his pride too butthurt from the last time. This went from one finger to two. At three, he was whining in your ears and pushing back against your fingers and forth into your pussy. 

His words were incoherent, eyebrows pinched downward as his hips found the perfect balance of pushing and pulling.

“What was that?” you say with shortened breath, his hips drilling harder and harder.

“I feel so good,” he pants out, eyes heavy. You lean up to kiss him, happy with his progress. 

The feeling of you clenching around him and filling him up was enough to knock him out for a night.

Then you moved on to butt plugs, which you lovingly decided to buy in the color of his suit. 

“Look,” you said, holding the freshly washed plugs up. “I bought us a couple’s set!”

Miguel just stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. He looked unamused, but you’ve been with him long enough to know it was masked excitement. 

When you made it a competition, something Miguel couldn’t refuse after all of these years, he was all ears. 

The challenge was to see who could go a full workday without removing their plug. Whoever won had full range to do whatever they wanted to the other for a day, whether that meant teasing, kissing, or fucking. 

It was fun, a bit risky, but overall right up Miguel’s aroused alley. 

What Miguel didn’t understand was how much it was going to affect him. 

You were going to be sitting down most of the day, with occasional movement for meetings or consulting with your coworkers. 

Miguel was going to be moving constantly through universes, running up walls, jumping through the air, and using his sheer strength. 

You tried to warn him of what was to come, not wanting him to be too out of the loop. 

“Nena, how bad could it be? It’s not even as big as three of your fingers,” Miguel said begrudgingly as he laid over your lap one morning. 

“Hey, if you’re confident, then good for you,” you reply. “Let’s play.”

You lubed down the blue plug and worked it in slowly, watching Miguel’s body for any discomfort. You felt his body tense up as you got closer to the base, his hands gripping the couch under him. You twist it a little, earning a hitched breath from him.  

Then you push it all the way in, red base pretty against his dark skin. You press it, watching his thighs shake the more you add pressure, then pat his butt. 

“All done!”

“That’s it?” Miguel asks, looking back to you with a perplexed face. 

“Yep. It’s in and snug as a rug,” you pull at it just to show him. 

“Ah,” he hums and then swats your hand away. “Don’t cheat. And where’s the other one? Let me put it in.”

“I put it in after my shower this morning. I wanted to focus on you in case something went wrong or you changed your mind.”

Miguel stood up in his birthday suit, arms crossed and eyes soft, “That’s sweet of you. I would have loved to watch my girl while I slid it in, though.”

You moved your lips to the side, heart pounding at the thought of Miguel watching you clench and quiver around nothing while he messed with your plug. 

“Next time.”

“Yeah? Can I see?”

You stood up and turned around, bending far enough to where your pencil skirt rides up your ass. Miguel comes closer and moves your panties to the side, cursing as he sees the blue jewel sitting above your entrance. 

“You’re going to make me late,” Miguel started to palm down your legs, squatting to get closer to your sex. “Eres mi deblilidad.”

You felt his breath on your skin, heat pooling to your core as he started to kiss through the fabric over your clothed clit. 

You grip the back of the coach, knees buckling as he moves to spread your ass further, thumb pulling at the line of your panties. He licks upwards then pushes his face further in, nose digging deep into you and his other thumb pressing against the plug. 

“Baby,” you sigh with bliss, back arching the more his tongue devoured you whole. “We need to go. I-I thought you said no cheating.”

Miguel only let out a sound of satisfaction, completely ignoring your words. You started to push back against him, hand grabbing his head to gain purchase. You could feel the moans you were trying to hold back leave your throat. Miguel only joined you, loving that he had you stuck like this. 

Your watch buzzed and the time on there caused you to panic. Your heart picked up and you involuntarily squeezed around Miguel’s tongue. He grunted and moved his head more. 

“Shit,” you gasp, not registering if it was because of Miguel or the fact that you only had so much time to freshen up and beat Nueva York traffic. You tried to pull away, to no avail, “Miguel, I need to go.”

“I’ll swing you there.”

For what felt like forever, Miguel had his face in between your thighs, hands kneading against your skin. You yelled his name as he didn’t let up, face dripping with you. Only when you finally came, Miguel was satisfied, drinking up every last drop. 

When he leaned back, you fell forward on the couch, turning to give him a look of annoyance. He only gave a toothy smile, tongue wiping over his fangs. 

“Are you going to HQ like that?” you huff, looking at the completely drenched face he was sporting. 

“I have a mask for a reason.” He patted your hip with a smirk, “Good luck today.”

You watch him stand up, eying his body, “I could say the same to you. That looks like it hurts.”

You both look down at his erection standing tall and proud. 

“I’m sure something will annoy me enough for it to go down as soon as I step foot into the building.”

The day went on smoothly for you, a glow to your skin and a reminder of how it affects your strong-willed boyfriend. 

For Miguel, it was hell. 

He was fine when he was standing up, reading over file after file, but when he had to move, he felt he might topple over. 

After helping Ben tackle an anomaly, his thighs kept quivering. Ben started a soliloquy about the hard work of a man that goes unnoticed and Miguel tried his best to lock himself back in his office. By the time he made it to the edge of the platform, the contact of the metal floor to his ass had him gripping the edge for dear life. 

He laid back, breaths coming broken and fast, wondering how you were possibly managing. 

Just when things couldn’t get worse, you sent him a message, tone happy and bright saying that you and the plug were still going strong. Miguel opened the message, fingers shaking, and it was a picture of just your ass, plump and perfect with the plug still there. 

Miguel just about came right there. 

He let the platform up, high enough to feel like no one could see or hear him, and disengaged part of his suit. 

He was red with embarrassment, but he knew you were going to want a progress check from him. He sucked it up and angled his watch in a way that got the plug lodged in him, his poor dick leaking like a fountain. 

Your reply was instant, praising him for keeping it in, calling him pretty, and making steamy promises for tonight. 

Miguel kept his day going, the red and blue plug pushing and prodding at the most inconvenient times. 

When he got home, dragging himself through the window, he wasted no time turning off his suit and taking you into your arms, dinner be damned. 

The sex was loud and frantic, Miguel entranced by the blue jewelry making an appearance every time his hips met with your ass. He was practically salivating over it. 

When you snuck your hand behind him while he was pressing you into the mattress to tug at his plug, he screamed and came within record time, venom dripping from his fangs onto the pillow. 

He stayed inside of you for a while, heart beating like a drum. 

“I guess that means I win,” you say. Miguel is fully on top of you, mind gone. “Nice game, baby.”

“Mm.”

The day was finally here. 

The day you were going to peg your big, strong boyfriend. 

You were so excited you were buzzing. 

You sat on his couch kicking your feet when you found the perfect strap-on. A dildo that was pink, sparkly 6 inches, and a bit narrow. The harness matched with the front having a dark pink lace design, the straps black, and the rings rose gold. 

Your cuddle session with Miguel was interrupted when it came, Lyla excited because you were so excited as you ran to the door to grab the box. 

You went straight to cleaning it, with Miguel leaning over the counter as you boiled the dildo with a stunned expression. 

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“You’ve gotten yourself into a world of fun!”

Now here you both were on his bed. You sat on your legs while Miguel sat with his legs spread around you. Miguel was in briefs while you chose to go with a comfy set. 

“Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

“Good.”

You lean forward and hold his face in your hands, slotting your lips against his. Like a magnet, Miguel’s hands find your waist, mouth opening with ease. 

It’s intimate and soft how Miguel pulls you closer, falling back onto the bed with a chuckle ghosting his lips at your panic. Like this, you can see that there’s some excitement hidden in his eyes, despite the way he’s been pouting all day. 

You continue to kiss him all over, a move that he usually does to cheer you up. It works as Miguel relaxes more into the bed, hands rubbing up and down your back.  

Your mouth attaches to where his jaw and neck meet, sucking the skin. Miguel’s breath hitches as you continue, leaving evidence of love down his neck. You rub yourself against him, grinding at a slow tempo. Miguel’s hands grip at your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. 

He shuddered as you slid your hands down his arms and chest, eyes locked onto yours. You inched down his body, mouth leaving wet kisses on his skin. You latch onto his nipple, biting softly and pulling causing his stomach to move. Your other hand massaged the opposite peck, kneading at the soft skin. The pressure on just him alone had him more sensitive than usual.

“Color?”

“Green.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, the air around you both warm and quiet. 

You slid your hands to his underwear, bending as you went to kiss his bulge. Miguel twitches as you run your tongue over the cotton, your hands pulling slowly at the band. His length lays half-hard as you slide the underwear down his legs. 

When you get them off, you dust your hands across his pelvis, watching as his cock moves from your hands being so close but not close enough. You run your nails over his skin with a smile on your face. 

“C-can you take your bra off?” Miguel touches your arm.

“Of course,” you cross your arms and yank it slowly from your skin. Miguel watches the way your breasts bounce out of the fabric. “Better?”

He nods his head. 

You look back down and see that he’s harder than before. You chuckle as the sight. Sometimes, he was so simple and you adored it. 

You take him in your hand, moving from the base to the tip, taking some of the precum and spreading it around his head. Miguel breathed through his teeth, still sensitive. You reached down to kiss the tip, hands still moving around his girth. Miguel grabbed onto your head, eyes foggy as you looked up at him. 

You slide your mouth open and take his length halfway through. One hand cups his balls and the other grazes the skin under his his happy trail. You can feel him tensing and relaxing, fingers in your hair scrunching together. 

You go farther, gagging when it reaches the back of your throat, constricting over the head. Miguel curses, s’s and m’s lining his teeth. You bob your head up and down, hands moving to his hips when he starts to buck up into your mouth. 

You feel his hands getting even tighter in your hair and your name is in the air. You pull off with a pop, much to Miguel’s dismay. 

“Can’t keep going or you’ll cum,” you remind him with a pout on your lips. 

Miguel just grunted and held an arm over his eyes, chest rising and falling with great speed.

You grab the lube at the other end of the bed, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto your hand.

“I’m gonna start off with one and we’ll build up. Color?”

Miguel turned his head to the side, eyes still closed, “Green.”

You nudge his legs open with your knee, choosing to finger him this way to watch his body language. You push one of his legs up, laughing to yourself when you can practically see the irritation in his temple.

Like this, you could see what was going on. In your mind, he was open and waiting no matter how much he pretended like he wasn’t

You take your finger and rub it around the hole, watching as his hips jump. 

“Relax, Miguel. It’s just me.”

“And you’re about to put half of a Subway sandwich in me.”

“Technically,” you slip your finger in, using his bickering as a way to get him to relax. “That sandwich is smaller than my strap.”

Miguel clenches down on you as you start to move. 

“Oh? Are you excited by that?”

“No,” Miguel says petulantly. He’s still clenching onto your finger like a vice as you go in and out. “Not entirely.”

You tilt your head and run your free hand over the hair on his torso. You keep going until you get his length in your hand, tugging lazily at the base. This gets Miguel to redirect his focusing, moaning move both hands. 

“It won’t be bad, baby, I promise. Just trust me.”

“I do.”

“I’m going to put the second finger in, ok?”

He nods, hips moving up into your hand. 

You take one finger out and press two against his rim. You inch forward slowly and press your free thumb over his taint. Miguel trembles like a leaf as you get to the base of your hand. You let go of his dick and redirect your focus to his chest. 

“Color?”

“Still green.”

You reach to kiss the middle of his chest, “You’re doing really good. We’re almost to the best part.”

After a while of stretching your fingers and twisting your hand, you move on to add the third finger. 

You push, meeting a bit of resistance, so to relax him again, you have him look at you so that you can kiss him. 

You lick at his lips, causing him to open his lips immediately. You dip into his mouth, the pace of your hands matching your tongue. Miguel hums and grabs onto your arms, mouth tilting to deepen the kiss. He’s so distracted that you tilt your wrist to switch angles, he jolts, body practically jumping from the bad.

“Do that again,” Miguel gasps against your lips. 

You slide your fingers in again, rubbing over the knot again. 

“Fuck!” Miguel cries, eyebrows pinching up. “What…¿Qué es eso?”

You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth, sliding in and out again just to see him react, “That’s your prostate, Miguel. I know you know what that is.”

Miguel’s head lolls to the side, eyes unfocused. 

“Or are you too full to think?” 

Miguel’s hands tighten around your forearms, little moans escaping as you keep a steady pace. You’ve never heard him like this before. So whiny, so wanton. 

“Amor, please.”

“Please, what?”

“I wanna cum.”

“Do you? But we just started, baby.”

You pull out your fingers and lean back, Miguel agitated and his hole clenching at nothing. 

You hurried to put the strap-on on, pulling everything in place. 

“Color?” you ask as you coat the dildo with lube. 

“Green but, I wanna,” Miguel pants. “I need to turn over.”

“You ok, baby?”

“I wanna last.”

You could feel the cool air hit your wet panties, Miguel’s complete 180 making you want him more. 

“That’s fine, go ahead. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He turned over on wobbly limbs. If this weren’t such a serious situation, you’d call him your baby giraffe. He hit the bed like a sack of potatoes, arms giving out. 

You lean up to kiss his cheek, “If anything hurts, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

You slide his legs open and take a cup of his ass in your hand. His hole was still wet from earlier, clenching and unclenching. You pour a hefty amount of lube on there, his body jumping from the coolness. You rub the small of his back in consolation. 

You toss the bottle to the side and spread your knees. Inching forward, you press the tip against his hole, slowly breaching past the rim. Miguel’s back muscles start to constrict, his arms moving under him. 

He relaxes a bit when you reach to rub his back, a move that calms him on his toughest of days. 

You move further until you bottom out, hips pressed against the plush of his ass. 

“Color?”

“G-green.”

“I’m going to start moving,” you say lowly. 

Your hips slide back and ease forward, the sound of it already extremely wet. Miguel makes a stunted sound, vibrations trickling down his body. You do the motion again, this time with a little more force and Miguel is moaning into his arms.

His back looks beautiful, taunt muscles moving in tandem in reaction to your cock moving in and out of him. His skin is getting warmer, heat is building in his thighs and his core. His ass is bouncing with every snap of your hips. 

You grab his waist and push your weight on harder. Miguel’s voice breaks at this, filling up the bedroom easily. The bed creaks with the force of you swerving in and out, the perks of a penthouse being no close neighbors to listen to the sound of Miguel’s needy whines.

It feels like you’ve been at it for a while, and still, you haven’t found his sweet spot again. With a shift in position, you lean over his body, breasts pressing into his back, and lift your hips up. You slam back down with overwhelming force. 

Miguel yells, hands clenching the sheets below him. That was it, that was the spot. You move to jerk your pelvis again, enjoying the sounds of Miguel absolutely losing it. 

“Bebé, así, así,” Miguel moans out. 

You reach to move his head to the side to hear him better, “Feeling good, Miguel?”

His words are gibberish, barely comprehending what’s happening past the feeling of your cock dragging against his hole. 

“You feel so good to me,” you say against his ear. “You’re doing so good for me, too. Look so amazing on my strap. ‘M so wet just looking at you, baby.”

At your praise, at the mention of your pussy, Miguel is biting onto the pillow below him. His hips are stuck in a loop of grinding against the mattress and pushing back for more. 

“Oh, god,” Miguel cries, fangs starting to drip. You looked at his hands, and sure enough, his talons were gripping into the mattress. “Shit, shit, shit!”

You switched to squat above him, gaining an even deeper angle.

“And you’re so messy,” you say. You’re honestly winded but the sight of your boyfriend sprawled out like this is spurring you on. “I bet your big dick is just dripping, huh?”

Miguel nods, eyes squeezing tight as his back arches. He wanted more, needed more. 

“You want to cum, Mig?” 

“Yes! Please, please, please,” Miguel was shaking with fervor. 

You stopped moving and pulled out, which caused Miguel to just about sob. 

“Why did you stop?” he whined, looking back to you with the saddest eyes. He was shaking like a leaf, hands trembling, and saliva down his cheek.

“Because I want to see your face when you let go.”

Out of the pure adrenaline you had, you helped to flip his body and spread his legs up. Thank goodness for his flexibility from being Spider-man, otherwise, this position was never going to work. 

You lined your cock back up, peppering his pouting face with kisses as you started to move again. From this angle, you could really see his face contort and twist from everything you were giving him. His eyes would roll as you drilled into his prostate, his hips would jump if you grazed his nipples, and he would practically melt once you looked him in the eyes. 

“I want to kiss,” Miguel breathes. “Please.”

You grant his wish and lean your forehead on his while you push into him over and over. His mouth is open and his breaths irritatic. Your breasts bounce with the effort you’re putting in. You can see that he’s close, upper lip still moving up in the way it does when he’s about to empty into you. 

You lick into his mouth as you take his length in your hand and give it three strong pumps. 

Miguel shouts your name as he cums, hands and talons still gripping onto the mattress so as not to hurt you. He paints you both, body shuddering and chest pressing into yours.

He’s so, so gorgeous. 

After a while of breathing, you take your strap out and straighten his legs out, not wanting him to be uncomfortable. 

“Miguel? Baby?” You rub his chest to bring him back down to Earth. “Can you hear me?”

“What,” Miguel took a deep breath, “the fuck.”

You burst out in laughter at his reaction. 

“I’m assuming that means you had a good time?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes.”

“You feel lighter and less tense, right?’

Miguel squinted at you but nodded his head.

“Good, good,”

You went to get a warm towel to wipe him down, a session of cuddles needed after such mind-boggling discoveries for him.

“You know…”

Miguel sighed, “What?”

“We should try the dildo that ejaculates next.”

Miguel stiffens, “Now you’re just going too far.”

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[f1daydreamers]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.

A/N: This is my first social media AU so bear with me if it absolutely sucks, also my first time writing for Trent so a bunch of firsts going on today. Enjoy!

Warnings: not much, just a lot of fluff and shite captions lol

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trentarnold66

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tagged hudabeauty, hudabeautyshop, and kayali

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trentarnold66

liked by liverpoolfc, yourusername, and 976,816 others

trentarnold66 Singapore 🇸🇬 Feels real good to be back.

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yourusername | 📍 Liverpool

tagged liverpoolfc

liked by trentarnold66, harvelliott, and 29,872 others

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— liked by yourusername

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trentarnold66

liked by judebellingham, liverpoolfc, and 817,625 others

trentarnold66 Skipper today but winning in front of you is the best part ❤️🏟️

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— liked by trentarnold66

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yourusername

liked by yourbsf, trentarnold66, and 96,726 others

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— yourusername 😂😂

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trentarnold66

tagged yourusername

liked by yourusername, andyrobertson94, and 1.2 million others

trentarnold66 Dear Darling ❤️

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