#PLEASE COME HOME BABY THE CAT MISSES YOU

[hellodaekko]

all of the characters have smth abt them that makes them attractive but Morgan Kyne is like sickeningly attractive. The most conventionally attractive, borderline angelic, looking pretty boy. He’s the type to be almost irritatingly humble about it too.

He’s not insecure by any means, if he is he certainly hides it well, but there's a glint in his eye when he's being self deprecating, like he knows consciously or maybe subconsciously that he is indeed very beautiful.

“I still look like shit, mind you, but I'm up“ he says, and hes got the gall to wear the softest tired smile and his eyes crinkle when a breathy laughs escapes him, with the prettiest beauty marks dotted across his stupidly smooth skin while the golden backlight from his apartment illuminates him in a warm, halo glow. Seer Obscura makes an earnest effort not to roll their eyes when they process what he says because of course he would say something like that. A laugh, they will not give to him for the sheer sin of acting as sweetly and as earnestly as he had been that night. And still a smile slips from their lips, maybe its a chuckle. The offer of a breakfast only to find he can't make anything more than a heaping bowl of cereal is one reminder that despite his ethereal features, he is, infact, still very human (thats almost worse isnt it?)

[urfavblackbimbo]

He’s OUTSSIIDEEEEEE And I’m loving this look that he’s been wearing like he’s really my daddy I CANTTTTTTT AND I STAY RIDING ON HIS DICK y’all don’t know how bad I want to moan rn but I’m at work 😭 the only thing he’s missing is me and our 6 kids 🥰🙂‍↕️💦💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[astonmartinii]

day eight: is it new years yet? | franco colapinto social media au

pairing: franco colapinto x fem albon!reader

christmas day has come and gone and lovers have the agonising wait until new years to reunite (ie complaining a lot)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

francocolapinto

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francocolapinto: will someone bring my wife back from the war

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user1: i need this kind of man in my life please

user2: i just know he's wearing that shirt completely unironically

user3: i need him to wear it in the paddock please

alexalbon: "the war" being her family's home for christmas

francocolapinto: well yes! why would she want to spend time with YOU when she could spend time with ME

alexalbon: she's not being held hostage she can leave if she wants to

francocolapinto: you're using the pets to your advantage

francocolapinto: DISGUSTING

alexalbon: excuse me?

francocolapinto: free her! and let her bring stan too!

alexalbon: you know what? it's christmas so i won't be entertaining this absolute nonsense

francocolapinto: my love for your sister is not nonsense alex, i am hurt by these accusations

alexalbon: FUCK OFF

user4: oh alex and franco bickering you are so personal to me

user5: i don't know how i'm going to deal with franco not being on the grid next year

yourusername: trust and believe sis, he'll in that paddock no matter what

user6: thank you for your service queen

alexalbon: if you must i guess

yourusername: missing you more baby

francocolapinto: actually not possible

yourusername: you could always come here ...

francocolapinto: and miss out on the sun on christmas?

francocolapinto: and have to hang out with alex ????

alexalbon: i am SICK of you pretending i'm not an absolute hoot

francocolapinto: i'll agree this one time and that's only because you share genetics with y/n so i must assume you must have some of her qualities

alexalbon: what the hell, sure

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yourusername: is it new years yet?

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user9: personally if i had that many cute pets i would not be complaining about going home for christmas

user10: real

albon_pets: that's exactly our points !!

francocolapinto: but not as cute as franco!

user11: did you forget to log into your burner account?

francocolapinto: no i just have a very secure view of myself

yourusername: therapists are AFRAID of him

user12: have we considered they do miss each other but are really on a covert mission to subliminally force us to listen to sabrina carpenter's ep fruitcake

yourusername: it is a banger i will say that

alexalbon: our family are NOT ANNOYING THIS IS A LIE

alexalbon: the song is good tho

landonorris: speaking of sabrina carpenter, do you wanna try out some freaky positions while you're back in england @yourusername ?

francocolapinto: i will tear you limb from limb and then drag you around silverstone attached to my williams like cans from a wedding car

user13: that's so romantic 🥰

landonorris: MURDER IS ROMANTIC?

francocolapinto: stop flirting with my girlfriend or i will invent a crime worse than murder

landonorris: it's a JOKE ????

francocolapinto: i am not laughing.

yourusername: he's so protective hehehehe

landonorris: so you're willing to let franco murder your friend of over TEN YEARS ?

yourusername: he can do no wrong in my eyes

landonorris: ALEX?

alexalbon: firstly, you bought this upon yourself. secondly, franco actually got me a really cool christmas present so he is above you on my friendship pyramid now

francocolapinto: no one can resist franco xx

user14: this comment section is a fucking mess

user15: and i wouldn't change it for the world

francocolapinto: counting down the days xxx

yourusername: i'm so excited i can't stop talking about it

albon_pets: this is true, she's even talking to the cats about it

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alexalbon: despite popular belief, my sister does actually love me (or she at least loves the animals)

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user16: they're such a cute lil family

user17: and with the introduction of franco's face card they will be unstoppable

georgerussell63: with the absolutely blasphemous speculation in these comment sections i would like to lodge a formal complaint concerning the fact that i have never been invited to an albon christmas

francocolapinto: not cute enough

georgerussell63: i can go toe to toe with you franco

yourusername: lying is a sin george

georgerussell63: what happened to the y/n i once knew ...

yourusername: listen george if you want the invite you gotta marry in to the family, and since both alex and i are taken it looks like your best bet is one of the cats

georgerussell63: that would be beastiality

yourusername: not my problem

alexalbon: please don't fuck one of my cats george

georgerussell63: SHUT UP !!! i merely wanted some recognition for my importance to the albon family but alas you are all IDIOTS. DID OUR HOMOEROTIC SHARED THROAT INFECTION MEAN NOTHING ALEX

alexalbon: i don't really know what you want me to say here?

user18: george has been off his rocker since qatar i fear

yourusername: it's been much longer than that lol

francocolapinto: she'll never love you more than she loves me

alexalbon: considering you two are in a romantic relationship i would hope so

yourusername: oh girlies we should get this all out now before franco gets here and before we camp out in the williams garage all season

alexalbon: i must ask do you have to be there all season?

yourusername: we're scheming

francocolapinto: james can't resist my puppy dog eyes for that long

yourusername: count your days @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: excuse me ??

francocolapinto: you heard her !!!

carlossainz55: @alexalbon is it going to be like this all season?

yourusername: not if we have anything to do with it

carlossainz55: so just for a few races

francocolapinto: no dipshit we're going to steal your seat

user19: i love when a couple really come together to maxmise their joint slay

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francocolapinto: i hate the time warp between christmas and new years so much what do you mean i actually want to be playing trivial pursuit with alex :(

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user21: why does he have a bunny?

user22: it's best not to ask questions about franco really

user23: i want to know but also i think for my sanity it's best i don't

alexalbon: everyone goes on about the 'franco charm' but really it's all about the alex charisma

francocolapinto: whatever, you can have this one, but know you'll never truly be me

alexalbon: was the half compliment in the caption the yearly compliment for 2024

francocolapinto: yeah so savour it

alexalbon: you're so kind franco

francocolapinto: i know 🫶

alexalbon: i was being sarcastic

francocolapinto: compliment is a compliment

user24: franco is the type to be called pretty dumb and just hear pretty

user25: he wouldn't be wrong

yourusername: i've been holding down the fort while i can but this dumbass has clearly done some reading in his spare time

francocolapinto: no one is as smart as you amor i have no worries

user26: is this game of trivial pursuit lasting days?

landonorris: there is no way you're the trivial pursuit champion ???

yourusername: i've won for the last five years running, why wouldn't i be?

francocolapinto: choose your words carefully lando... i'll be on british soil before you know it

landonorris: why is it just me you're going after the whole twitch gc agree

charles_leclerc: not sure what you're on about here lando

georgerussell63: i've always been impressed by y/n's trivial pursuit skills

alexalbon: i love her so much i let her win

francocolapinto: @landnorris consider this a warning

landonorris: how did i end up with the threats again?

user27: franco does not play omg

yourusername: he's the biggest loverboy eva

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yourusername: reunited and it feels so good !

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user28: i have never felt jealousy like this

user29: hey siri play that should be me by justin bieber

user30: you're telling me i gotta live and people like y/n get to have an f1 driver brother AND franco colapinto as her new years kiss ???

francocolapinto: longest ten days of my LIFE

yourusername: you can't get rid of me now

francocolapinto: good! i need my fix of y/n :3

francocolapinto: i'm addicted to you

yourusername: you're addicted? they're tryna make me go to rehab

francocolapinto: but i said

yourusername: no

francocolapinto: no !

user31: are these motherfuckers quoting amy winehouse ???

alexalbon: worse, they're actually singing it to each other right now

user32: WHAT? show it to me rachel....

georgerussell63: wait he came to england ????

francocolapinto: yes! you're no longer the hottest f1 driver in the country - i'm so sorry!

georgerussell63: @alexalbon please tell me this little menace is not crashing your festivities?

alexalbon: well technically ... franco is family so he's got more of a right to an invite than you ...

francocolapinto: snooze you lose georgie boy

georgerussell63: you need better taste y/n

yourusername: wanna say that again

alexalbon: oh george ...

georgerussell63: you need better taste y/n

landonorris: oop.

yourusername: I DON'T CARE IF IT'S MEANT TO BE NEW YEAR NEW ME, IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL THERE WILL BE NO 2025 FOR YOU RUSSELL

francocolapinto: that's so fucking hot

yourusername: i love you <3

francocolapinto: i love you more

kimiantonelli: do i have a teammate for next year or?

fin.

note: amazing news!!! the vets found that my cat was too healthy to be put down so he lives to slay another day. hope you enjoy this celebratory franco fic, my first for him i think? (can you tell i need to update my masterlist?)

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You Came, You Called || LN4

Summary: when strangers follow you from the nightclub there’s only one person you want to call.

Warnings: angst, threatening behaviour, fluff

WC: 2.4K

Lando stirred at the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. There were few people who could get past the ‘do not disturb’ setting that came into effect after midnight. With bleary eyes he reached for the phone and cringed at the bright light in his face but the sight of your name chased away his exhaustion.

It had been 162 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 162 days since he had ruined everything. He regretted his foolishness for every single one of those days and his stomach flipped at the thought of hearing your voice.

“Hey,” he answered, a flinch following as his voice cracked from lack of use while he slept. He quickly cleared it before trying again. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

Alarm bells rang in his head and he sat up straight. Had you called the wrong man? That thought soured in his mouth.

“I’m on my way home.”

It wasn’t your unsteady voice he was focused on but the male voices that sounded far too close for his liking. “Aw, don’t call your boyfriend. We only want to talk.”

“Where are you?” Lando was already pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing the first shirt he came across. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered with a tremble in your tone. “I miss you.”

“Tell me where you are, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

“Come on, gorgeous, it’s just a bit of fun,” a man called out and Lando saw red when he heard you choke back a sob. He knew the sound because he had been the reason for it before, and it had haunted him ever since. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m heading towards Chocolat Boutique, please hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m on my way.” Lando was already racing down to the garage and jumping in his McLaren. The engine roared loudly in the underground space before he tore out onto the street. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

The small store would have closed hours ago, but it was down the street from Jimmyz nightclub which was where you probably had been. He didn’t even know you were in town, and he didn’t have a right to know your whereabouts anymore.

“I’m scared, Lan.” The pain echoed around him as his phone connected to the car and played in surround sound.

“I know you are, but it’s going to be okay. I’m almost there, I promise.” He didn’t care about speeding tickets or running red lights. He flew through the narrow streets as he was forced to listen to the cat calls.

“I didn’t know who to call,” you admitted as you tried to walk faster but your heels hindered any escape. The three men were getting closer but they were in no hurry as they prowled both sides of the street to herd you along.

“You can always call me, love,” Lando swore, taking the last turn fast enough for the tires to squeal in protest. “And I’ll always answer.”

He found you on the footpath clutching your phone to your ear, hand cupped over the microphone as you spoke to him. Fear had widened your eyes and your normal stature cowered under the gaze of the men behind you.

Twisting the steering wheel, Lando skidded to a halt beside you and threw the door open. You had seen him angry before, when races don’t go his way, but this was beyond anger. Waves of rage rolled off him as you leapt into his arms, your trembling form finding itself molding perfectly back into his body. Two puzzle pieces slotting back together.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he soothed as he cradled the back of your head and glared over your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

He might not have been the most imposing figure but you knew Lando was strong and regularly had boxing lessons for training. You had no doubt that if anything escalated he would use every lesson to protect you, but the cowards shrank back into the shadows of the shops.

“Let’s get you home.”

You were in such a state of shock that you didn’t see Lando wince at his mistake. You hadn’t called his apartment home for 162 days, not since you packed your bags and left. But right now you longed for that place where you had felt so safe and secure, tangled in his sheets and he curled his body around yours.

He opened the passenger door and reluctantly stepped out of your embrace to guide you into the seat. The doors locked as he started the engine and you exhaled a heavy breath of relief when the street was left behind.

Tearing your eyes away from the tinted window, you looked at Lando properly and saw his disheveled appearance. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“I’m not.” He took his eyes off the road for a second before reaching over to take your hand. “You’re freezing.”

He couldn’t tell if you were shaking because you were cold or if it was the adrenaline leading to shock. Dropping your hand he reached behind your seat to grab a hoodie that was always left in the car. The material was soft and smelled like him as you pulled on, inhaling deeply at the familiarity of the scent.

“I miss stealing these,” you whispered as you buried your cold hands into the front pocket.

Lando chuckled at the admission. He missed seeing his hoodies on you and asking if you knew where his favourite ones were. You would lie and he would smile at how terrible the attempt was.

“You can steal that one, if you want. I have too many now that they don’t mysteriously disappear.”

The car pulled into the garage and you found the space where your car used to park now filled with a pretty Lamborghini. A new sense of sadness hit that of course everything could be upgraded and replaced. “You can take me to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking clearly, you probably have company.”

His lips turned down at the thought and he shook his head. Lando understood why you would assume that, after all it was the reason you had left. What he had thought was harmless flirting had wrought destruction on his relationship with you. He knew he should’ve deleted the messages as soon as they were received but a moment of weakness when he was away from you led him to reply.

He betrayed your trust and he had regretted it ever since.

“There isn’t anyone,” he said as he parked. “There isn’t anyone ever, just to be clear.”

You mulled over his words as you stepped out of the car and accepted his hand, trading the warmth of the pocket for his palm. You kept hearing the insinuation echo with each step in the empty garage.

“Did you go out alone tonight?”

You shook your head. “Ana felt sick so she left. I should have gone with her.”

“So why did you stay?”

You weren’t ready to admit there was a slight hope you would see him so you just shrugged. It was Saturday night in Monaco and Jimmyz was the place to be - especially for a handsome, single man like Lando. You hadn’t wanted it to be this way though.

“I stopped going there after…a couple of months ago,” he said as he unlocked his door.

“Why? You loved that place.”

“I loved going with you,” he corrected. “I got to hold you and dance, show you off to everyone. When I went back, everyone just wanted to use me.”

You could imagine the women fawning over him and the men trying to be his next best friend. Sex or money, it was all they wanted from him.

“I’m sorry, Lan.”

“Lan,” he chuckled, following the light down the hall to his bedroom. The blanket was tossed aside and his charging cord was half hanging from the wall, a testament to how quickly he had left his bed to rescue you. “No one else calls me that anymore. It’s always Lando Norris, full name, so fucking weird. It’s Lando Norris getting out of his car. Oh, look, it’s Lando Norris scratching his nose.”

You laughed at his impersonation and sat at the edge of the bed. It was such an innocent thing but it brought back a million memories made in this room and he was seeing them all too as he stood frozen.

“Are you going to stand there all night, Lando Norris?”

His eyes traced your lips that mocked him before he shook his head of the thought that entered his head. Going to his wardrobe, he grabbed a loose shirt and tossed it to you before turning his back. “That’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than your dress.”

You laughed to yourself as he turned away, despite intimately knowing every inch of your body, until you found his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His tortured eyes dared you to tell him to look away, but they begged you all the same. Maybe you were feeling grateful for the rescue, or maybe it was just an old habit that you held his gaze as you rose to your feet and let your dress fall to the floor with his hoodie.

His eyes darkened and he groaned, but the sound woke him up from his stupor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“Wait.” You took a step towards him as he stepped towards the door. “Please stay.”

He heard the fragility in your tone and the residual fear from the evening creeping back. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t find the words to voice them as he gripped the door handle.

You watched his fingers release their tight hold before he nodded. “But please put the shirt on,” he pleaded as you tested his self restraint.

It was summer and the air still held warmth despite the early hour, but you dutifully pulled it over your head and climbed into the sheets. Lando waited until you were completely covered before he walked around to his side of the bed and curled up at the edge.

You both lay in silence, back to back, watching the shadows on the wall as the minutes ticked away. Lando was like a heat seeking missile and he was fighting an internal battle to keep from rolling over and curling his body around yours. You had always loved physical contact, it was comforting to be wrapped in his arms.

You knew he was awake and uncomfortable.

He knew you were awake and uncomfortable.

A few more minutes passed and you could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, or that you didn’t want the comfort he could give. “Lan?”

“Yeah?” His response was instant and you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his back.

“Stop being weird and just cuddle me so we can get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You giggled and reached blindly for him. “I am already.”

Your hand found his arm and he shimmied across the space until it curled around your waist. His knees tucked behind yours and his breath warmed your neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you hate me, but-”

“I don’t,” you interjected, twisting your neck to look at him in the dim light. “I did, I really did. But I don’t anymore.”

“You should. I hurt you so bad. I deserve your hate.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and looked away as you admitted aloud what you had known for a while. “I can’t hate you, Lan, not when I still love you.”

Lando froze still behind you and you weren’t sure if he was even breathing. “You still love me?” Disbelief, wonder, hope - it was so saturated in that question.

“I thought something terrible was going to happen to me tonight so I called you in case it was the last time I could. I didn’t want ‘I hate you’ to be my last words to you.”

Lando’s gut clenched at the thought and his arms tightened around you, crushing your back to his chest. “I wish you called sooner, I would come day or night to get you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said sadly. “Every weekend for the past five months I wonder if you are out drinking and clubbing. I know it’s not my place, and I lost all right to know where you are, but I need to know you safe, sweetheart. It kills me to think that there might be someone else looking out for you, because that was my job. It should still be my job, to protect you, because I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

You squirmed in his arms but they were too tight to move. “Lan, I need you to let go of me,” you murmured.

“I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t give up on us.”

“Lan.”

His breath was shaky but he released his tight grip on you, despite his desire to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

He started to pull away but you finally had room to move and followed. “Lando! Come back, you muppet. I just wanted to see your face without breaking my neck,” you laughed.

He paused, a little from appearing between his brows. “Let go��oh…” His eyes lit up even in the dark room and he bundled you back into his arms. “Muppet is my word.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “I stole it too, like your hoodies.”

“I was a muppet so you can have it this time.” He pulled back so he could find your eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

“You broke my trust.” You felt him deflate at the words. “But when I needed you, you came.”

“You called.”

Your chest felt light with emotion those two words brought and you combed your fingers into his dark curls. “I don’t know where this leaves us but what I do know is that I really want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Now? Are you sure? It might just be the adrena-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Lan.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time.

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Why am I horny at work😂😂 sis is amazingggg🤏🏿🤏🏿🤏🏿❤️❤️ my coochie is wet and I need terry to fuck me like that next I want that, I need that.

late night writes… punishment (pt. 2) 

18+ SMUT 

pt. 1

Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.

warning: bd/sm themes 

bent over the tall table that sat off to the side in the bedroom, your stomach was pressed flat against the surface, hands still tied behind your back. legs tied once again, this time to each leg of the table, spreading you just enough for easy entry. 

he stood in front of you, his crotch level with your face. he looked so intimidating from this angle. 

he ran his hand down the sides of your face and then up the center of your head, grabbing a tight hold of your hair. fist full of dick in his free hand, “open” was the only word you heard before he pushed into your mouth. already knowing how he liked to be swallowed, you stuck your tongue out and he had his way with your face. 

he thrusted in and out of your mouth slowly, both hands now tangled in your hair, using your head to balance himself as he pushed all the way into you. 

he let out a deep growl once he hit the back of your throat, the saliva building from it coating his tip while your tongue helped spread the rest. 

he pulled out and looked down, slapping his dick against your tongue. 

“too fucking pretty to have a smart ass mouth” he said pushing himself back into your mouth without warning.

“eyes!” he demanded, slightly tilting your head back. you lifted your eyes as best as you could to meet his, batting your lashes gently. he loved when you looked innocent while he did the most ungodly things to you. 

with both hands holding your head in place, his dick went as deep as he wanted it, making you grow wetter with each thrust. each time you felt him in your throat, your clit throbbed, wishing he was doing the same to your other hole. you loved being used like this, he always took such good care of you afterwards. 

he thrusted into your mouth, stuffing his dick into your throat until you gagged. he pulled out to watch the spit hang from his tip before filling your mouth again. his head hung back a bit as he fucked your face, completely caught up in how your mouth felt around him, warm and wet.

pushing himself into your throat once more, he held your head steady until he felt your throat contract again. “fuck” he spat harshly, pulling out to rub himself across your face. 

he stroked the base of dick, balls jumping while the head smeared your spit over your lips and nose. tears traveled down your face, mixing with the saliva that spilled from your lips. you felt so dirty and you loved it. 

he entered into your mouth again, this time fucking your face without pause. he was getting ready to fill you up as you felt him begin to stiffen even more in your mouth. his heavy balls slapping against your spit covered chin, a string of saliva staying connected with them as he continued stroking. 

he was about to cum and you wanted every drop of it. so caught up in the moment and the feeling of him in your mouth, you moaned against his dick, completely forgetting your order to be quiet. the gawking sound of your throat being fed sent him over the edge a bit sooner than he planned. 

“ah shit.” was all he said before you felt the warm substance enter your mouth. he froze, hissing a bit, enjoying the narrowing feeling of your throat against his tip once again. 

“let me see that shit.” he said pulling back and watching as you pushed his seed past your lips, feeling it drip down your chin and travel down your neck. he stood there admiring his work, loving how you looked while covered in his cum. 

his dick sat only a few centimeters from your lips and you took him into your mouth once again, wanting more. as much of him as you could get. letting go of the tight hold he had on your hair, he dropped his arms to his side and watched as you sucked him gently, licking his lips, admiring his personal cum toy.

you popped him out of your mouth and swallowed the rest of what was left from his tip. 

“so fucking nasty, you like being daddy’s dirty slut don’t you?”

you nodded eagerly, face covered in spit, tears and him. you didn’t feel as worn as you looked but he loved it anyway. getting the chance to put you in your place had him damn near ready to snap your back in half. 

he pushed your head back and frowned as he eyed you. 

“I told you to be quiet, didn't I?” you stared up at him remaining silent, not even bothering to nod your head because you knew you had fucked up not once, but twice. 

he let your hair go abruptly and walked around the table, out of view. 

a few minutes had gone by and you finally felt his hand run down the crack of ass and into your slit, your hole weeping from the events that had taken place just a while ago.

he dipped his thumb into you causing you to drop your head from the feeling. he worked you slowly, loving the grip you had on his thumb. removing his hand from your opening, there were a few seconds of stillness. no touching, no talking, you didn’t even hear him breathing until- 

*slap* 

“ah!” you cried out from the feeling of his heavy hand on your ass cheek, stinging from the hit. you wanted badly to moan in pain but you didn’t want to test him anymore than you already had. 

running his thumb through your slit once again, dragging up to your ass, he pressed down on your tight hole, thumbing you gently. 

he knew this would cause you to break his rule again. he was pushing you to see how far you’d go just for a hint of pleasure. 

you lifted your head slightly, mouth hanging open as he continued playing with your third hole. your pussy clenching, wishing he was filling both holes at the same time. the visual alone had his tip leaking but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction just yet. 

he removed his finger and once again there was nothing. this time you braced yourself, you didn’t know when or how hard the next slap was going to be. it seemed like forever before you felt any kind of touch from him again.

‘just do it alrea-‘

*slap*

you dropped your head, forehead pressed against the table. this time you stayed silent, taking the hit without a peep. he could sense your struggle, watching as you balled your fists behind your back, your reaction making his dick twitch. 

he was already preparing for another round with you, feeling himself grow harder as his hand landed on your ass watching it jiggle from impact. 

*slap*

“when i tell you to do something, you do it.” 

*slap*

each hit felt stronger than the one before. the feeling of his large hands against your skin, punishing you for your disobedience had you dripping for him. both of your holes pulsing as he rubbed the spot that had his hand print on it. 

“do you understand me?” 

“yes daddy.” you whimpered from the aftermath of the hits, the pain still lingering long after. 

another long pause filled the room. you could barely sense his presence behind you. you weren’t even sure if he was even in the room still.

‘i know he didn’t leave me alone aga-‘ 

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

you bit down on your bottom lip hard, your teeth leaving a small indention from the force. your breathing became abnormal, long exhales followed quick inhales. 

he took a step back watching your holes ache to be filled by him, clenching and dripping from the spanking you had just received. 

“you like talking shit to me?” 

“no daddy.” you answered, voice trembling a bit. 

he smirked to himself hearing the struggle in your tone. “yes you do.” 

he stepped forward, running his hard dick through the crack of your ass. the feeling alone caused you to lift your hips as much as you could, hoping he’d fall into you. however, the ropes around your legs didn’t provide you much room to move.

after a few more moments of teasing, he grabbed onto your hips and pushed himself inside of you slowly, the feeling of him entering for the first time in days sent shockwaves through your body. your eyes were barely open as you took him in, jaw falling as he inched deeper. 

he pushed himself all the way into you, the way he had you positioned made it easier for him to bottom out. once his dick disappeared into you, his gentleness switched into aggression quickly. he pulled all the way out until the tip was the only thing that filled you before slamming his hips into you, giving you hard thrusts. 

licking his thumb, he pressed it into your ass, completely plugging you from behind. he pushed his finger into you matching the same rhythm as his thrusts. your eyes were losing focus as he did what he wanted to you. 

you wanted so badly to let it all out, to tell him how much you loved being used by him, how you were enjoying having all three holes filled in the same night. you knew how much he loved being praised but he didn’t wanna hear shit from you at the moment.

the double penetration had you wetting his dick more and more with every stroke. you felt your orgasm building rapidly, causing you to suck in a quick breath before holding it in. you didn’t want to piss him off anymore than you had so you remained silent and so did he until- 

“hold it.” he demanded, already knowing you were on the brink of an orgasm. damn he knew your body too well.

using his free hand, he grabbed the back of your neck, placing your face flat against the table while he continued using you. you took in a few more sharp breaths, preparing to tell him you couldn’t hold it but you felt his grip on your neck tighten. 

“i dare you.” he spat, daring you to make a sound, still digging into you relentlessly. on top of ordering you not to cum as if he was making either task easy for you. 

your eyes opened as you tried your hardest to focus on something in the room, something that’ll be sure to keep you from cumming too soon but the pleasure was already at an all time high, there was no coming down. 

“this shit so fucking wet.” he said, his thumb still working you over while his dick went as deep as it could. he could hear your breathing beginning to deepen, each of your exhales shorter than the ones that came before. 

each breath you took matched the rhythm of his strokes and he knew then that you wouldn’t be able to hold any longer than you already had. 

pulling you by your hair, your head snapped back from the sudden yank. 

“cum.” he didn’t even get the last letter of the word off of his lips before the sounds of you leaking filled the room. the gushy noises you were making was a symphony for him, instantly making a mess on his dick as you let yourself go. 

a long inhale followed by a dragged out moan escaped your lips and you didn’t care anymore. if he was gonna punish you all night then so be it. there was no way he expected you to keep quiet after all of this torture. 

“i-im sorry.” was all you could offer him, still taking every inch as he refused to let up on his strokes. your constant apologies rang out unapologetically, ironic. 

you just wanted him to forgive you already so you could get back to being your vocal self. there was never a moment where he would pleasure you and you could be totally quiet, he fucked you too good. 

“i know you are.” pausing for a brief moment, he removed his thumb from your ass and pulled you up, lifting you off of the table a bit. one hand still gripping your hair tightly, he wrapped his other arm around your hips and returned back to his normal rhythm. 

his strong arm pressing you even deeper into his thrusts. there was no time for him to be gentle. this wasn’t the moment for him to extend you any grace or allow you to rest in between your climaxes. you had rested enough already. 

this was purely a teaching moment, one he was sure you would never forget. he was always patient with you, always reassuring you. however you were what you were, a brat. so he made sure to relay his message the best way he could. 

“talk to me like that again.” he challenged you, waiting for a response. hoping for a reason to torture you even more. 

you had nothing, only moans and excessive begging came from your lips. 

“i-” you started, attempting to spit something out but the words came out in between your cries. as much as you were dying to speak, you weren’t making much sense when you finally had the chance. you didn’t even care if you were speaking gibberish or not, you were overstimulated at this point. 

“i can’t hear you.” he was taunting you now, fully aware that you wouldn’t be able to say much other than-

“i’m cummin’ daddy, i c-can’t.” you cried, letting him know that there was no more holding it no matter how hard you tried. 

“i didn’t say you could.” but it wasn’t like he was stopping either, completely fucking you both mentally and physically.

“please.” you said barely above a whisper. you shut your eyes tight as your legs shook against the table.

“you using your words now huh?” the sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass echoed off the walls. you couldn’t even respond to him, your body was cumming all over him.

loud moans escaped your lips as the muscles in your body begin to give in. your body had damn near gone limp as another orgasm took you over again.

“i’m not stopping until i get mine.” he said, still pressing into you. his stamina was so high from cumming in your mouth earlier, he was lasting longer than usual. 

he pulled you back by your hair even further, your head against his shoulder. he wrapped a firm hand around your jaw, never messing up his rhythm. 

“talk that shit now.” he spat, staring down at you. 

“i’m sorry, daddy. i’m sorry.” you whined, the inside of your thighs covered in your own mess. legs still shaking as you repeatedly apologized, meaning every single word. 

unbothered by your sorrows, his focus was now on his own pleasure. he licked your ear, biting on the lobe as his thrusts grew strong. his mouth traveled down to your neck, sucking and biting harshly on your skin as he felt himself erupt inside of you. 

he held onto you tightly, teeth still latched onto your neck as his hips twitched. deep groans coming from within his chest as he rode out his own climax. he thrusted into you a few more times before staying put, releasing all of himself directly against your cervix. 

you tightened around him, unable to control your reactions in this moment. the ride he had taken you on caused your body to respond the way he wanted it to. 

you both stood in silence, catching your breath, resting your weight on one another. his grip on you gradually loosened as his breathing returned to normal. 

removing his mouth from your neck, staring down at the small bruise on your skin, he pushed you back down onto the table and pulled out of you. stepping back a bit, he eyed your body from behind. licking his lips as he stared at the prints on your ass and the mess between your legs. 

“let me see it.” he said. 

you took a small breath as you pushed down on your pelvic floor, letting the cum that once filled you up pour back out of you. feeling it drip down onto your clit slowly. he sat back admiring his work once again, he loved to mark his territory. 

“good girl.” 

a few moments of silence went by before you heard him making his way over to you. he was back in his sweatpants again as he walked around to face you, lifting your head carefully in his hands. his expression was completely soft this time, all of the aggression leaving and being replaced with his usual affectionate self.

“how do you feel?” he asked, both hands against your cheek as he eyed you with concern. 

“fine.” you responded softly. your eyes were low and your muscles were weaker than before. all you wanted at this point was a good night's sleep. “do you forgive me?”

“of course.” he responded with a gentle kiss on your lips. placing your head back onto the table, he carefully removed the ropes from your wrists and then your legs. carefully lifting you from the table so your limbs could get used to moving freely again. 

“come on, let me get you in the bath.” 

wrapping your arm around his neck, he scooped you into his arms and headed for the bathroom in the master bedroom. he was back to his normal loving self again as were you. 

lesson learned. 

the end. 🩵

[fastandcarlos]

Life With The Verstappen Family : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: a glimpse into the life of the verstappen family and your two little ones who are always causing chaos

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liked by schecoperez, redbullracing and 2,593,069 others

maxverstappen1: turns out being dad is the coolest thing in the world 💕

139,583 comments

username1: not max as a dad also being the coolest dad in the world

username2: the handsome dad vibes are strong in these pictures 💪🏻

danielricciardo: congrats my friend!!

landonorris: can't believe you're actually dad...wow you're old 😂

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore yourself

username3: is it okay to be this jealous of a small child??

ynusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life being mum and dad with you 💞

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I'm definitely the lucky one between the two of us ☺️

username4: I can't believe we get to see dad max at the paddock next year

oscarpiastri: why is your tiny human so cute? clearly yn got all the good genes in there

redbullracing: welcome to the smallest member of our team, we can't wait to have you in the paddock soon!! 💙❤️

username5: the proud smile on his face actually melts my heart

username6: forever in love with max as a dad already 🤧

georgerussell63: who'd have thought you'd be the first to settle down, congrats you two!

charles_leclerc: dog dads are better than human dads btw 🤷🏻‍♂️

schecoperez: sending all my 'how to survive life as a dad' books your way my friend

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liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 1,472,293 others

ynusername: turns out max can’t ski and ydn is absolutely showing him up on the slopes ⛷️

138,291 comments

username7: omg look at how grown up yn is getting

maxverstappen1: imma just focus on the first photo and how much my little girl adores me...no idea what you're talking about with the skiing 🙄

username8: yn pls tell me you've got some videos of this lol

landonorris: he is the most uncoordinated man i've ever met and you chose to take him skiing 🤦🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/landonorris it was ydn's choice, you know max can't say no to his little girl

carlossainz55: i'll have to show him how it's done one day

username9: not ydn falling asleep in max's lap, it looks so comfy there 🤩

username10: anyone else think that ydn looks more and more like max's twin everyday??

username11: how can one family be so cute? 🤔

alex_albon: lily told me you sent a video of max falling on his ass, please say I have permission to see it too?

ynusername: @/alex_albon it's all yours 😘

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon @/ynusername hey i refuse to give permission for this!!!

lewishamilton: hope you guys are having the best time, tell ydn i've got the biggest cuddle waiting for her when i see her next

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liked by ynusername, alex_albon and 1,799,391 others

maxverstappen1: all my babies ❤️🥺

189,382 comments

username12: i dont think my ovaries can take much more of these updates

username13: i can't deal with how adorable these are!! 😭😭

ynusername: guessing i'm not your baby anymore 💔

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you'll always be my baby 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris: i thought I was your baby too???

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris go away before i block you again 🙄

charles_leclerc: btw dogs are still better than cats

username14: not charles starting a war of pets in the comments sections

username15: praying i come back as a cat so i can be adopted by the verstappens too 🤞🏻

georgerussell63: can you stop taking sickeningly sweet photos of your daughter so that we stop missing her during the off season please

alex_albon: ydn's position reminds me of how lily looked when i got home last night fast asleep on the sofa

lilymhe: @/alex_albon btw the couch is yours tonight now 🖕🏻

username16: how can these cute photos cause a domestic lmao

username17: it's always max causing trouble even when he doesn't mean to

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liked by carmenmmundt, lilymhe and 994,293 others

ynusername: forever a third wheel when it comes to these two 🫶🏻

48,193 comments

landonorris: now you know how i've felt for the past six years 🤷🏻‍♂️

username18: i'll come and save you yn!!

danielricciardo: you should be used to it...you third wheeled us for several seasons

username19: ydn is such a daddy's girl its unreal 🤩

maxverstappen1: stop making people feel sorry for you, you choose to hang back and take all these photos hahah

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 JUST LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

username20: i can't cope with how unserious these two are as parents 😂😂

username21: i wonder if ydn realises how lucky she is getting to travel the world with max verstappen by her side

oscarpiastri: just so you know, lando laughed out loud when he read the caption to this

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri just so you know, he's the worst!

username22: yn must be desperate for another baby so its 2v2

username23: even as a third wheel I'd be happy just being that close to max

schecoperez: come and hang out in my driver room instead!! 💙

lilymhe: i'll save you bestie

ynusername: @/lilymhe knew i could rely on you 😘

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liked by alex_albon, sebastianvettel and 1,382,291 others

maxverstappen1: why does no one ever warn you that two kids are so much harder to control than one 😂

89,503 comments

username24: emilian you knew what you signed up for when you got yn pregnant

danielricciardo: now imagine being christian trying to take control over both of us hahah 😂😂

username25: max and one kid was cute but max and two kids...wow

schecoperez: you should've listened to me i did warn you

ynusername: all I can see is ydn getting dangerously close to that water you fool 🤦🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername i've got everything under control don't worry

username26: how can any man complain when you're kids are that cute

charles_leclerc: i keep reminding you that me and alex are happy to babysit whenever you want us

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc alex I trust...you...well 🤫

username27: its the colour coordinating with ysn that does it for me

username28: is everyone going to ignore how grown up those two babies look these days

landonorris: i can come and join you and see what it's like to practice for baby number three if you want? 😂

username29: lando norris you menace

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maxverstappen1: nothing better than when my two loves come and cheer me on, I promise you they are impressed by what daddy does, even if their faves suggest otherwise 🥺

194,382 comments

username30: cannot wait for my social media to be filled with verstappen baby content this weekend

ynusername: no way we're missing a home race, good luck for this weekend my love 💕💕

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername thank you for bringing them to support me, you're the best

username31: max looks so happy to have them there omg

username32: i wish someone looked as happy as max does to have me around them ❤️

carlossainz55: if they don't appear in ferrari at some point this weekend i'm never speaking to you again

alex_albon: and the williams garage!!!

pierregasly: alpine are expecting a visit too!

danielricciardo: and rb, it would be rude not to after all 🤷🏻‍♂️

username33: ydn and ysn are the most popular people in the paddock this weekend hahah

username34: i can't cope with how obsessed everyone is over these two

lewishamilton: i can't believe how big they are, where does the time even go?

georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton you mean to say you've already seen them and I wasn't there to join you 🫢

username35: poor yn won't get a second to breathe racing around all these garages

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liked by landonorris, danielricciardo and 1,492,503 others

ynusername: introducing the team to their favourite drivers, and charles 😂

79,305 comments

username36: ah we got the photos to prove they visited guys

charles_leclerc: you best be kidding or i'm never babysitting for you ever again 😡

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc jokes we love you really

danielricciardo: it was lovely to see team verstappen again after so long 💞💞

landonorris: btw ysn said that i was his favourite so snooze you lose max!!

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris if you want to believe my son prefers you to me you think that my friend

username37: look at how soft they all become when they're around verstappen babies ☺️🥺

username38: i just want someone to look at me like charles looks at ysn

georgerussell63: still waiting for my turn excuse me

carmenmmundt: pls come and visit before george actually explodes 🥺

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt i promise we're on our way!!

username39: do people even go to f1 for racing anymore or just to see ysn and ydn??

username40: i saw the four of them at the gates this morning and I swear i've never seen anything cuter...

carlossainz55: there better be another post filled with photos of me and ydn coming up

oscarpiastri: lando has not shut up about the fact he saw you guys...now look what i've got to put up with 😂

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liked by ynusername, schecoperez and 2,583,604 others

maxverstappen1: a tribute to the woman that holds our team together, I couldn’t do this without you yn, the best mum and wife in the world ❤️❤️

105,583 comments

username41: how yn puts up with two kids and max i will never know

ynusername: it's the easiest job in the world being by your side with our two little treasures 🏎️🥺

landonorris: yn deserves a medal having to deal with you day in day out

georgerussell63: i've lost count of how many times i've seen yn running around the paddock for you, ysn or ydn

username42: i swear yn is just the best mum ever ❤️

username43: i want to be adopted by yn and yn only

carlossainz55: not forgetting the fact she now is in charge of your two cats too

charles_leclerc: at this point she's pretty much mum to us drivers too with how well she keeps us all in check 😂

username44: i thought it was just fans obsessed with the verstappens, turns out its the drivers too

username45: i expected nothing less from this group of boys who are absolutely whipped for yn

username46: its official, the verstappens are just the best 🫶🏻💕☺️

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[no-144444]

gymming- o.piastri

summary: oscar doesn't want you going to the gym

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

You sighed as you stared at your coffee machine, willing yourself to stay awake. You had to go to the gym today, you’d skipped the last two days, and despite your desire to stay in bed with Oscar, you got up. 

There you stood, in gym shorts and one of his hoodies as the coffee brewed, and you let out yet another yawn. You were usually fine with missing gym days, but 3 days in a row? You knew you’d fall into a cycle of not going and you’d just feel like shit. You didn’t go to the gym for aesthetic purposes, but because you enjoyed it (most of the time), and it was good to move your body. Now, going to the gym at 7am? Not your preferred way of spending a Saturday morning, but Oscar had roped you into going out with Lando and Alex later in the day, and you had dinner with Hattie that night. 

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around you and a drowsy head with thrust upon your shoulder. “Come back to bed,” he whispered, his eyes still closed. 

You yawned. “Sorry if I woke you up baby,” You placed a hand on his head, running through his hair not dissimilar to how you would a cat. 

“Mhm,” he practically purred. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” you smiled. He nodded. 

“Feel even better in bed,” he added and you laughed. 

“Going to the gym,” you explained. “Can’t miss it.”

“You’re already hot,” he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Don’t go.”

You rolled your eyes. “You, out of everyone, should know it's not for aesthetics. I do it because I enjoy moving my body, and I didn’t go yesterday, or the day before.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he groaned. “I know a good way to exercise,” he smirked, finally opening his eyes. “And you don’t even have to leave bed.”

“Oscar,” your tone was low, warning him not to push it. Finally, the coffee brewed and you poured it into your flask, just turning the lid on as Oscar snatched it and put it on top of your fridge. Your very tall fridge. “Osc,” you groaned. “Please let me go to the gym.”

“We have one right here,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. “It’s lonely at home without you.”

He rested his head in the crevice of your neck as you were hit with the softness of his words. He missed you, even when he was 3 minutes away. He didn’t like being home without you. He didn’t like things without you. You melted. “I’ll stay,” you whispered. 

“You will?” he smiled. You nodded and he picked you up, taking you back to your shared bed, where you both slept in till about 10am. 

You’d go tomorrow.

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sylus x fem reader !

warnings: p in v, unprotected f-cking, dirty talk, spanking, strong/vulgar language

notes: very nsfw, ONE SHOT, sylus treats you, freaky ;)

genre: smut

word count: 3k

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IN EVERY LIFETIME

Sylus arrives home from work at the late time of 7:30 pm, normally getting home at 6, in time for dinner. You stand in the kitchen, finishing up dinner for the two of you, the sounds and aroma traveling through the mansion.

He hangs his coat on the stand near the door and follows the smell leading him to the kitchen. He stands in the doorway to the kitchen and smiles when he lays eyes on you, your back to him.

Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist as he presses himself against you. You gasp but quickly relax as you realize it’s Sylus, he speaks “Mm, cooking late sweetie?”

His words and deep voice make your stomach flip, and you nod against him as you stir the Alfredo sauce cooking in the pan. “Wanted dinner to be fresh and hot when you came home Sy…”

He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck before gently nibbling on your ear. “Missed you…” You feel your face heat up and you giggle.

“Sylus~” You smile and lift your head to look up at him, his red eyes boring into yours with a look of love and appreciation.

“Alfredo for dinner baby?” He whispers as he looks at the two pans, earning a nod from you.

“Unless you had something else in mind?” You turn down the heat to low on the noodles and sauce that are both boiling. Turning around and looking at him, you lift your eyebrows.

Sylus smirks and licks his lips before glancing at your plump ones. “Is that an offer sweetie?” He runs his hands down to your hips and lifts you onto the counter, running his hands along your sides and leaning down. “Wanna spell it out for me?”

He smirks as he presses his lips against yours, and you eagerly kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he stands between your legs, he bites on your lower lip asking for entry. You part your lips for him and his tongue eagerly slides into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours.

Sylus groans quietly, earning a whine from you as he slowly pulls away to whisper against your lips. “Missed these pretty lips… Missed my pretty girl…”

He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, before sliding it between your lips, “God, I fucking love coming home to you. Now, about that offer baby…” He smirks and connects his lips to your neck, gently biting it. “You think dinners all done?” He whispers against your skin.

“Mhm, should be…” You reply and close your eyes at the feeling of his breath and lips. He pulls away reluctantly, and quickly turns off the heat to the stove. Grabbing two bowls and a strainer, he quickly strains the noodles and bowls them before pouring the sauce into the other.

“We’ll let the sauce cool until we put it up, and in the meantime… We can have dessert first.” He smirks as he closes the lid to the noodles and barely closes the lid to the sauce.

He returns to you and runs a hand through your hair. “Let me have you…” He runs that same hand down your chest until it reaches the end of your shirt. “Dressed all pretty for me kitten, let me see you.”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, encouraging him to continue. He smirks at your reaction and slides his hands under your shirt, he runs them along your ribs before reaching the cups of your bra.

“Mmm what a nuisance this is, yeah?” He whispers in a sultry, deep tone. You can’t help but nod at his words. “Hmm? Cat got your tongue?”

He smirks before he slides his fingers under the fabric of your bra. “Please…” The only words you can manage to get out, he lifts a brow.

“Begging are we? Exactly what I wanna hear baby…” He smiles and cups your breasts in his hands.

“Take it off Sy…” You whisper as you watch him.

“Manners baby, manners. Let me hear them.” He looks into your eyes. “Come on sweet thing, tell me.”

You whine and nod, “Please?” He nods in approval before he slides his hands away and out of your shirt to pull it off you. Sylus yanks off the shirt, and looks at your clothed breasts for a second, before reaching around and unclasping your red lace bra.

He takes it off and stares at you as if he’s admiring a statue. “So fuckin’ pretty, and all mine…” He rushes and leans down to press kisses to your chest. He licks and sucks as he makes his way to your hardened peaks. He takes one in his mouth at a time, while his hand kneads and tugs at the other.

“Fuck Sy~” You moan quietly and he grunts in response. Your sweet voice melting him.

“So quiet for me baby, let me hear you.” He looks up at you from your breasts and bites harder, to get a reaction out of you. You squeal and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Mmm, there you go. Know I like to hear those pretty sounds.” He chuckles and continues what he’s doing, switching his mouth’s attention to the other nipple. You run a hand through his hair before gently tugging at it as you moan.

He moans against you and unlatches his lips. Sylus stands and looks over at the bowls of our dinner. “Mm, gimme a second baby…” He closes the lids fully and puts them in the fridge before returning to you.

“Where were we?” He smirks and he lifts you off the counter, leaving your bra and shirt behind as he carries you to your bedroom.

“Sylus, this is scary!” You laugh as he carries you over his shoulder up the stairs.

He laughs as well and lands a smack to your ass, luckily it’s still clothed. “Out of all things you could be scared of?” He chuckled as he opened the bedroom door, carrying you in and dropping you on the bed.

You instinctively cover your chest from his view, and he tuts in disapproval. “No baby, show me how pretty you are.” Sylus looks down at you as he pulls off his shirt, revealing his broad and built body that looks like it’s been crafted by gods.

He moves over to the edge of the bed where your legs lay, and he yanks you towards him, your arms flying out. You gasp and he smirks, “Let’s get these off you.” He glances down at your pants before he reaches in the hem of them to pull them down.

He yanks those off as well before moving to your panties, but he stops for a second. “Matching set today hm?” He runs his fingers along the red lace and you bite back a moan as his fingers barely brush your clit.

“Just wanted to look pretty…” You whisper.

“Mm, you’re always pretty. Gotta be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in every lifetime.” He gets down on his knees in front of you as your legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

You blush and he chuckles. “I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful.” He leans down and presses a feather-like kiss to your inner thigh, and you swear you see stars for a split second.

He slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties and looks up at you for approval, earning your nod. He continues and pulls them off you, the damp fabric sliding down your legs.

He discards them onto the floor before looking back up at the wetness between your legs. He moans lowly under his breath and feels his pants tighten even more than they were before.

“Everything about you is so fuckin’ pretty…” He yanks you more off the bed so he can reach you with ease.

He brings your legs to the sides of his head before leaning in and kissing gently against your folds, he closes his eyes as he tastes your bliss on his lips. Sylus’ eyes lock with yours as he pulls his lips away, and replaces them with tongue.

Licking a stripe up your heat he groans, his tongue slipping between your folds without meaning to, just because of your slickness. You moan and your head falls back against the bed, he chuckles against you before he laps at you. He sucks on your clit and devours you at the same time, a man of many talents.

“S-so fucking good…” He moans against you, the words vibrating with the deepness of his voice.

“Sy…” You moan and tangle your hands in his silver hair for the second time this night. He laps at you faster, bringing his fingers into the mix to prep you.

“You okay baby?” He smirks as he rubs his fingers along your wetness, his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. You nod eagerly and he watches you as he slips a finger in.

“Ah... Fuck.” You whine as he slides a slender finger inside you pumping a few times before sliding another in. You moan at the sudden fill, knowing you’re gonna be crammed in a few minutes.

“Doin’ so good pretty girl…” He assures you before leaning down and sucking your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out. Your moans grow progressively louder as you feel your body tightening.

“I…” You manage to get out and Sylus smirks.

“I know baby, I feel it. Let go for me.” He continues and reattaches his mouth to your clit.

Your back arches and you come undone on his fingers, you let out a sigh as he slows.

He withdraws his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste. “Always so good.” He mumbles and he slides his belt off, followed by the rest of his clothing. You were always surprised by his size even after nearly a year of being together, you gasp.

“Always so shocked, as if I haven’t fucked your brains out before hm?”He chuckles and strokes himself a few times while he watches you situate yourself higher up on the bed.

He smiles and slides himself on, hovering himself above you. His cock presses against your stomach and you feel the precum drip onto your skin. “What about you Sy?” You whisper and Sylus just shakes his head before he responds.

“I’m all about you sweetie, I’m turned on enough. Just need you. Can you do that for me?” He whispers and holds himself above you with both arms on either side of your head.

You nod and he nods back, leaning down to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t like the other ones you experienced today, it was more gentle and filled with love, and he didn’t rush it. Sylus smiles against your lips before pulling away, “In every lifetime.”

He whispers and you look at him with a bit of confusion but you know he’s sincere, and you repeat, “In every lifetime.”

Sylus smiles down at you before leaning over to reach for the drawer next to our bed. You watch him and he pulls out a condom, he moves back over to you and looks down at your body once more. “Sylus?” You speak up quietly, and he locks his eyes with yours.

“Yeah, baby?” He scans your face.

“Just… pull out?” You whisper and wince as you wait for his reaction.

He looks down at the foil before looking back at you. “Yeah? You sure baby?” He tilts his head, red eyes seeking yours as he waits. You nod and he nods before throwing the condom on the floor, not worried where it’ll end up. “So glad you asked, are you ready for me?” He chuckles and leans back down giving himself space.

“Ready…” You look at him with a soft smile and he smiles back before sliding his thick member along your slit, to gather a form of lubrication. He gently nudges in, slowly, to make you comfortable with the stretch his tip gives you.

Sylus groans and nearly collapses on you as he feels your tight walls around his head, you wince in pain as he continues to nudge into you. He wraps his fingers with yours and eyes you. “I know baby, I know…” Kissing you on the forehead he whispers as he pushes nearly halfway in.

“It hurts…” You feel tears pricking your eyes, and he kisses them away.

“Want me to stop? I’m almost in, about halfway.” He whispers against your cheek.

You fight back the pain of his size and shake your head, “No…” He nods and pushes in a bit quicker in an attempt to not prolong your pain. He finally bottoms out and lets out a breathy moan, you moaning quietly with him.

You wrap your arms around his back, hoping he’ll stay still for a few seconds. Understanding you, he stills inside of you, allowing you to accommodate him. He twitches inside of you, fighting the urge to move and you feel yourself loosen.

You tap his back to let him know he can move and he grunts in relief. He pulls out a bit, slowly, and pushes back in. Sylus continues that rhythm as he feels you relax completely and hears your quiet moans. “Fuck…” He moans.

“There you go…” He kisses your neck before picking up his pace, your moans growing louder as he slams into you. He bites at your neck, leaving marks that the world can see and you drag your nails up his back. He hisses with the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

His hips ram into you, the sounds of your bodies and your moans filling the room. His pretty moans mix with yours and create a beautiful symphony of sound. Your stomach flips from his cock and the sounds you both make. He continues to slam into you, his balls slapping against you as he reaches down to rub your clit, never-ending your pleasure.

“Nngh.. Sylus~” You drag out a moan, and he chuckles. His pace quickens before tugging on your clit the same way he tugged on your peaks. You whine louder.

He pulls away from your neck and quickly slips his cock out of your pussy. You sigh at the emptiness but then he quickly flips you over onto your stomach and you yelp. He smirks and slaps your ass before pulling you onto all fours and slamming back into you. “Fuck there it is…”

“Agh!” You scream out as he fills you up instantly, feeling him ten times deeper, his swollen head rubbing your g-spot. “Sylus please…” You moan and he slams you back against him, bruising your hips with his fingertips.

“Taking me so fucking good baby… Such a slut for my cock aren’t you? Hmm?” Sylus talks dirty to you and slaps your reddened cheek once again. The stinging sensation fills your body and you whine louder. He rubs the spot he smacked and continues to fuck you like a ram gone mad.

“Sy… Close, I’m close.” The whisper out of your lips is barely coherent. He pulls you back and fucks you with your back against his chest.

“Mmm, me too baby… Fuck..” He holds you against him, the mirror above your bed, level with you as he forces you to look at yourself being fucked out of your mind. You practically see stars when you lock eyes with him in the mirror. Fighting the embarrassment you look away but he quickly forces your face back.

“Uh uh. Look at me, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you look. How I fill you up…” He bites your ear as he holds your face in his palm, forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Your eyes drop down and watch as your stomach bulges.

His face reddens and his eyes darken as he nears his release. “Baby I’ve gotta pull out…” Sylus moans in your ear and squeezes your breasts in his hands. “Cum for me, come on…”

You moan louder as your walls squeeze around him, your body nearly explosion. He nods as he watches you, your legs beginning to shake.

“Give it to me, pretty…” He purrs in your ear and that was all it took for you to see stars. Your eyes slam shut and you cum on his cock. He moans and quickly pulls out of you before he comes inside of you.

He quickly turns you around and forces you on your knees. “Open.” He demands and you obey him immediately, desperate for his taste. He strokes his length for a second before finishing on your tongue.

You moan and close your eyes as his ropes shoot down your throat and on your tongue. Sylus’ crimson eyes shut as he groans, rope after rope. He twitches one, two times before stopping and he ruffles your hair. He chuckles and wipes your lips of his cum, sticking his finger in your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me…” He pulls you up to your knees in front of him and he kisses you tenderly, his softening cock against your skin. He pulls away and lays you back down, pulling the blanket over you.

Getting off the bed he quickly leaves and grabs a wet cloth, he returns and cleans between your legs before wiping himself. Sylus then throws the cloth into the waste bin and gets under the covers with you, pulling you to him.

He lays your head on his chest and runs his fingers along your skin, feeling himself get sleepy. “Mmm, that was better than any dinner…” He mutters and you mumble in agreement.

“I love you…” You whisper against his chest, and he smiles warmly down at you.

“I love you in every lifetime,” Sylus whispers back and kisses your head before drifting off to sleep.

[withleeknow]

october 23rd.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, slice of life; one ass grab, unedited bc i am a danger to society word count: 1k note: i whipped this up pretty spontaneously and i actually kinda loathe it lol but i still wanted to post smth bc it’s my anniversary of joining the fandom 🥺 also a little early bday post for mimo. the bunny in question is leebit but i couldn’t drop any names bc this is not idol specific lol. anywhomst happy jen(o)versary

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Minho comes into your shared apartment, shrugging off his coat and taking off his shoes with minimal noise. It’s not that late — just a quarter past midnight — and you’re not a light sleeper by any means, but still.

He had told you not to wait up for him, that his work dinner might end late and he knew you had a long day. Minho patters on socked feet further into your home, expecting you to be in bed already sleeping, surrounded by your loyal trio of cats, and yet, it’s not the bedroom where he finds you.

Yes, you’re sleeping, but you’re on the couch, in front of the TV with Netflix’s question “Are you still watching?” written over a paused scene of the K-drama you’re both currently obsessed with. There’s a stuffed bunny in your arms, held tightly against your chest like it’s your most prized possession. Looks like you’ve been napping for a while now.

The white bunny is dressed in a navy hoodie, his eyes full of mischief that’s only emphasized by a toothy smile that he sports. It’s the plushie that Minho got for you during your vacation trip to Osaka last year, when you happened to spot the little fur ball in the window of a toy store and said it looked like your boyfriend. It’s become a great companion for you ever since you brought it home, something for you to hold onto whenever you miss your love.

Minho is a little surprised. You don’t usually force yourself to stay up for you, especially when you’re tired.

He doesn’t disturb you right away though. Instead, he heads toward the bathroom to change and freshen up for bed. You would probably kill him if he touched you in his outside clothes anyway.

When he returns some fifteen minutes later, he switches off the TV, tugs the bunny by its ears to free it from your embrace and chucks the thing haphazardly to the carpeted floor. It’s your prized possession, not his. Besides, you don’t need your little replacement Minho anymore now that he’s home.

When he scoops you in his arms, you stir awake, adorably confused as he carries you to the bedroom.

“Where’s my bunny?” Half a question, half a yawn.

“Hello to you too,” he mutters, laying you under the covers with narrowed eyes though he still leans in to press a greeting peck to the corner of your mouth. “I guess I don’t even matter as much as your little toy. Not even a ‘How are you?’”

“Okay, love of my entire life.” You roll your eyes with affection, pulling him down to kiss him properly. You can still taste it, the white wine that he must’ve had all night. “How are you? How was the dinner, big baby?”

“Boring. Unbearable. Should’ve just stayed home with you,” Minho laments, crawling into the space next to you, settling into your arms as you hug him close. This is what you should be doing all the time. With him, not some lame rabbit. “Why did you wait up? I told you you didn’t have to.”

You card your fingers through his soft hair, playing with the strands that curl at the nape of his neck. “Our anniversary’s tomorrow. Or I guess it’s today already. Just wanted to see you before the morning.”

“Would it make a difference?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.”

Your boyfriend detaches from you for a second to hold himself up on one elbow. He just stares at you for a brief moment, makes you blush under the scrutiny of his gaze. His big eyes, usually keen and sharp, always soften to a dizzying degree when they look at you.

Then Minho is leaning close to slant his mouth over yours again. “You’re cheesy today,” he comments, his tender smile still pressed against your lips. "Happy anniversary."

You only hum in response. One of his hands slides down your body to rest on your ass, giving it a little affectionate squeeze, the moment still entirely innocent despite his sneaky fingers.

You kiss for a while, lazily moving together in tandem, gentle hands holding onto the other person like a lifeline. In a way, you suppose you are. You’re each other’s lifelines, each other’s lighthouses.

When you pull away, it’s to let out a yawn that you can’t hold in anymore. “Happy anniversary”, you finally say back, sleepily. “Can you go get my bunny now? Did you leave him on the floor again?”

Minho rolls his eyes, yet it’s playful and completely endeared. “Your bunny again. That thing is on the floor where it belongs. You replaced me. Didn’t you use to call me your bunny?”

“Don’t do that to him,” you scold softly. “He’s our son. Have you seen the resemblance? You look like you literally birthed him.”

“Oh my god, why would you compare me to that thing like that?” Before you know it, Minho’s rolling over, resting half of his body on top of yours like a weighted blanket to pin you down, to get you complacent before you nag him any further about a toy bunny that he only sometimes gets jealous of. “You’re delirious. Please go to sleep.”

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, the warmth that you usually feel beside you gradually waning by the second. Minho’s gone, but greeting you in his place is a white bunny with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in his big eyes — truly a perfect replica of the man. The same bunny that he always makes a show of hating so much.

The sun is out to play, hanging high up in the sky, slithering through the cracks between the curtains to caress your hair. It feels like it’s gonna be a beautiful day; you’ve got your bunny, the sun, and if you focus hard enough, you’ll hear the sounds of pots and pans out there in the kitchen, Minho’s soft voice humming a tune you’re too familiar with, and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting all around.

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[charliemwrites]

As promised some time ago: Gaz!

The new house is… well, you don’t dislike it. It’s beautiful, already renovated while you were busy selling the old house. Just new, unfamiliar. You’re unaccustomed to the noises it makes, the shadows it casts, the echoes off the walls.

You’re not too proud to admit (to yourself and your dogs) that you’re a bit of a chicken the first couple weeks. Too many nights watching spooky media about people living in walls or stalking new tenants — despite Skipper’s best efforts. So you keep one or more of the dogs with you at all times, fingers in their fur and lights on as you go. Ghost has been especially tolerant, leaning against your leg when the sun goes down and the house feels too strange.

You’ve always been grateful for the peace of mind that four huge wolf-dogs brings, but never more than now. With several sets of teeth surrounding your bed and guarding your locked doors, they’ve made the transition so much easier on your nerves.

The new forest behind the house is also some cause for concern. The first day you brought them home, you went out by yourself for quick inspection of the yard and immediate area. Sharp-eyed looking for glass, metal, or anything else dubious.

You came back to four extremely grumpy pups and were basically bullied out of leaving them alone again. Skipper was especially huffy that night.

But things feel like they’re beginning to settle. You’ve gotten a bigger couch, bigger floor cushions. There’s a second story to this new house — or more of a half-floor really. A loft? It consists of the master bedroom, master bathroom, and a sort of open-spaced landing that you’re using as a satellite collection zone for toys.

Sometimes, when you’re on the couch, you’ll catch a bit of movement and get spooked by one of the boys staring from the railing that overlooks the den. Have fussed at wagging Johnny twice now for it.

Still, the transition to your new home has been as smooth as you could ask for with four giant, protective dogs. You miss the old place a bit; have the irrational fear that you’re going to miss another displaced dog in need of a home, but you try not to think about it.

Maybe you should have thought about it a little more.

One evening, you let the boys out for their pre-bed potty. There’s a cup of chamomile tea in your hand, a blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. Winter will be setting in soon. It’s already cold enough to set your teeth on edge. Never mind that it’s been raining all day, only just letting up to light patter at sunset.

Commotion at the edge of the (much larger) yard catches your attention. All of your boys seem to be gathered around something. They’re not barking or growling, and from the dim porch light, you don’t see hackles raised but still. Anything that catches their attention is worth investigating.

Cursing under your breath, you set your mug aside, slip into some shoes, and snatch up your phone for the flashlight. It’s only when you’re halfway there that you remember to pray that it’s not something dead. Or dying. Or creepy.

“Please don’t let this be a spooky doll or something,” you whisper to yourself.

Skipper must hear you, because his head pops up. He doesn’t… look concerned. But he’s a dog, how would he know that something in the yard is of human concern?

He trots away from their little congregation to meet you, almost like he’s escorting you to whatever they’re gathered around. You realize why when the flashlight illuminates a ball of soaked fur.

“Oh,” you breathe, “oh no…”

You gently nudge Konig aside to kneel down, a dry sob bubbling up in the back of your throat when you hear a quiet, miserable mew. A pair of brilliant green eyes squint and shy from the light, wide and sad.

“Oh, baby,” you coo. “Please come here. C’mon.”

You slowly, carefully extend a hand. Palm up, just a couple fingers. You’re not as familiar with cats anymore, but you remember enough to know that there‘ll be no scooping it up, even if it needs help. It’ll have to come to you of its own accord.

Relief floods you when you get the briefest cursory sniffle, and then the kitty is bumping its head against your hand for a scritch. You take a moment to pet what you can, heart breaking a bit with each shiver in the cold.

You keep coaxing it closer, gentle words and patient petting, getting bolder with your touch. When it’s finally close enough, the faintest purr rattling in its chest, you decide to try.

Apart from a nervous glance, the cat remarkably tolerant about letting you wrap your now-wet blanket around it, then scooping it up.

“Oof, you’re a big kid, huh?” You mutter, pausing to get a better hold. The darkness and hunkering down to preserve body heat was deceptive. This cat feels huge. “That’s alright, I’m used to it.”

You breathe a huge sigh when you enter the house again. It’s toasty inside — or at least it feels that way after sitting in the cold rain for fifteen minutes.

The boys files in after you, politely shaking off at the door before stepping into the mudroom. (Another upgrade you’ve been extremely grateful for.

You pause, try to get your bearings. You’ve got four soaked dogs, one possibly hypothermic cat, and you.

Christ, sometimes you wish you had an extra pair of hands.

“Okay. Let’s get the heater first.”

It’s already going, so you just turn it up a bit more, warm enough to start drying everyone. Then you go to the cupboard, sparing an arm from your oversized bundle to extract a towel.

You cross back to the heater and sit down, gently nestling your cat-burrito into the well of your legs.

The same big green eyes blink up at you, another mewl comes from it.

“Hi,” you croon, “isn’t that better already? Much warmer in here.”

You present the towel for inspection, let it sniff and decide it’s non-threatening before gently wiping it along the clumped fur. The dogs, to your surprise, don’t crowd to investigate. Skipper stops by to give the cat a sniff, before ultimately flopping down against your hip. But the other three arrange themselves around you, watching, but giving you and the kitty some space.

Remarkably thoughtful of them, and you tell them as much, praising their good behavior. The kitty, in the meantime, just… stares. It’s been a long time since you interacted with one, but you don’t remember your grandma’s tabby being so…

“Can I help you, little one?” You ask, grinning when it blinks at you slowly. You brush a finger under its chin, grinning when its eyes go half-lidded and nearly cross. “You’re worse than my Johnny boy with the staring.”

You receive a huff for that and laugh softly, making kissy noises at him until his tail thumps against the absorbent floor mat.

The cat is back to staring, though, ears up. You hum and keep up the half-scratching, half-drying technique until its fur starts to fluff up and you can take proper stock of the animal you’ve just rescued.

You weren’t kidding about it being big. Biggest cat you’ve ever seen — you’d almost think it was wild if not for the sweet face. You’re sure you might have seen the breed somewhere before…

Maine coon, maybe? Or… Siberian something or other? It’s fluffy, that’s for sure. But even without all the fluff that’s beginning to poof out like a dirty cotton ball, it’s a big cat. Big enough to be an average dog.

You huff in amusement that more it dries out.

“You look like a little storm cloud,” you giggle. “Well, little being relative.”

You receive a more normal-sounding meow for that. It thrills you that it’s already sounding better. Less sad, for sure.

The purring even start up again, developing into a deep hum like a running motor. It’s instantly soothing, the same way listening to the dogs’ breathing is. It lulls you until you’re nearly dozing sitting up. Only the wet nose of Skipper against your cheek rousing you.

“Jesus, right,” you say, jolting. Take a drowsy look around. All the boys seem dry or mostly dry. The only damp spot left on your new feline friend seems to be the feet, which won’t take much longer. “Let’s get inside proper.”

You lock up the mudroom and turn the heater low again, then urge everyone into the den. The cat doesn’t even hesitate, threading cleverly between your moving legs as you shuffle to the kitchen.

You prep an extra bowl of food and leave it up for the cat where the dogs can’t get it. Give it one last stroke from head to tail before trudging for the bathroom.

Normally, you’d be more concerned about leaving a cat in a house full of dogs. But the boys proved already that they have no interest in hurting the cat, despite the earlier crowding. Figure there are plenty of places to hide if they do make the kitty uncomfortable regardless.

The hot shower only serves to thicken the drowsiness blanketing you, leaving you heavy-lidded and sluggish. You pull the curtain aside to the usual audience of huge eyes, a new pair among them — the cat perched on the bathroom sink.

When you lean to grab your towel, they stick their face close for a sniff and you pause, always patient for curious creatures. When the little nose gets too close to your mouth, you twist and drop a quick peck to its snout before leaning back. The flabbergasted look makes you laugh as you begin toweling off.

“What a funny little thing you are,” you coo. “Would you like to be mind.”

“Mrrrow!”

“Yeah, I made a good first showing, huh?”

You have absolutely zero supplies for a cat, but that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now, you just want to climb into bed and conk out. Home-making and animal-saving takes a lot out of you.

As always, the furry procession to your room leaves you warm and happy. Johnny always the first to hop into bed, licking your shoulder when you climb in beside him. Konig takes your other side, much more willing to snuggle now that you have the California King mattress to accommodate your pack. Ghost licks at Skipper’s chin in the doorway, then jumps up to lie by your hip, cuddling Johnny.

Skipper comes up last, padding over to receive one last kiss from you before lying by your feet, on the side closest to the door. You’re less concerned about kicking him now with the extra room, and enjoy the heat for your toes.

You almost startle at the soft thump next to your head. Turn and blink to see big green eyes blinking down at you, a purr nearly rattling your brain.

“Oh, hi,” you murmur, “make yourself at home.”

The cat does just that, curling himself onto a pillow and pressing his forehead into your neck. You nearly melt as you flick off the light. It’s warm and quiet and dark, just the breathing of warm bodies and soft tap of rain.

“I love you all so much,” you whisper, fingers threading into Konig’s coat. “My loves.”

The house’s new echoes are still unfamiliar, so it’s just a product of being half-asleep that makes you think you hear voices in the middle of the night.

Main Story | Price pt. 2

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm X

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Your wife has always been frowny

She'd always been fairly stoic, your Ale.

With her frowny little face, holding onto the straps of her backpack on her first day of school.

You'd spotted her from across the yard instantly as your mother shepherded you and your brother out of the car.

"Don't go towards her," Your brother said. Older and wiser than you, you nodded.

"Why?"

"Because she's wearing a Barcelona shirt," He said decisively," We like Real Madrid."

"We do?"

"Yes."

He stalked off to his own class and your mother held your hand as she walked you to your line.

"Don't listen to him," She said to you," You can be friends with whoever you want. Football is silly anyway."

Older and wiser than you, your brother may have been but your mother was even older and even wiser so you trusted her opinions more.

So, you went up to the frowny little girl in a Barcelona jersey.

Going up to her transformed into marrying her on the first day of school, under the slide with a kiss on the lips like you'd seen Mami and Papa do when Papa came home from work.

"Amor," Your frowny little wife said the next day when you came into school," There you are!"

She'd taken your hand then and led you into class herself, waving goodbye to both of your parents as she took you inside.

'Amor', she called you.

Never your name.

Sometimes, you would feel a pencil in your back and you'd turn around at your desk, where your frowny Ale would show you her worksheet and say in her monotone voice 'help me please, Amor'.

You'd helped her every time.

Childhood graduated into being teenagers and Alexia finally started to smile more.

Only a little bit.

Only for you.

She lingered outside of your classes, hand already out for you to take when you came out of the room. You walked to school together. You walked back from school together.

She gave you those secret smiles when it was just the two of you, the smiles she never gave to anyone else that would drop the moment someone else arrived.

Straight back to your frowny Alexia who didn't want anyone to know she had a heart.

Your frowny Alexia who still called you her 'Amor' and still held your hand and still looked for you in the crowd.

Your frowny Alexia who frowned all through your (admittedly rushed) wedding ceremony until you two were kissing and went to a fast food place for your first meal as a married couple.

Your frowny Alexia who had Mr Stinky in her arms right now, not noticing that you'd come home from your overnight shift at the hospital.

"You are a stinky boy," She said to him, still blissfully unaware of your presence leaning against the wall. Her voice was as serious and monotone as it was in all of her press conferences but still tinged with affection as your old, senior cat mewed in answer. "Yes. You are. Very stinky."

Mr Stinky mewed again.

"But that's okay because we can give you a bath. I don't mind that you're stinky."

Mr Stinky tilted his head to the side.

"Because you are our son and I love you."

She pulled him closer, cradling your cranky old cat like he was a baby, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

"Well," You said, fully stepping into the room," It's nice to know that you've finally accepted him as our son."

Alexia's cute little frowny face morphed into a smile.

"You're home!"

"I am home," You said, moving towards your wife and Mr Stinky," Hello. I missed you."

You pressed kisses to Alexia's lips, hand coming up to stroke Mr Stinky's fuzzy head.

"Missed you too," She mumbled against you and you smiled.

"Well, I'm home now. Movies and takeout?"

"Takeout for lunch?"

"And dinner."

"And nap time here," Ale insisted," With our stinky son."

Mr Stinky mewed his outrage.

"Alright," You said," I'll order lunch. You can get the blankets."

Alexia was up like a shot, still holding Mr Stinky like a little baby.

"When we have human children," She said," I hope we can all have naps together, amor."

"We will, Ale," You promised," We will."