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Hey, do any of you people remember that one tf2 comic where soldier is talking to a bunch of wooden cutouts thinking they’re real people? You know how it was supposed to be a joke about how insane Soldier is, unable to differentiate the inanimate from the alive? Am I the only one who lost my mind about the implications of that or am I going just as insane as him.
You can see how lazy I got near the end but I couldn’t be bothered to work on this anymore
#NOOO NOW IM SOBBING#THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL#I CAN IMAGINE SOLDIER STARTING TO PANIC BECAUSE SNIPER HASNT MOVED FOR A WHILE SO HE’L GO OVER TO SOLDIER AND JUST LET HIM FEEL HIS#BREATHING FOR A WHILE#stoppppppo#i never even considered this#mostly because my main blorbo is Scout#BUT THIS IS SO AMAZING#YOURE SO RIGHT#other headcanon I have that are similar to this:#Spy has nightmares about Scout’s death and his hanging. Also dreams about not leaving his wife and child that turn into nightmares where#they are massacred#Demoman is the king of comfort around base#source: trust me bro#Heavy thinks about how the Offense team came very close to dying in Siberia.#(people often ignore the line where Scout literally says his heart stopped and I hope that I can crank out a fanfic that involves this)#Soldier sometimes accidentally hurts one of his teammates and treats them like they’re made of glass for weeks afterwards#People often come to Pyro to tell him their secrets thinking nobody will understand him. The lighthearted secrets he tells to Engineer.#The darker ones he’ll take to his grave#idk most of my headcanons revolve around my main blorbo but I didn’t want to make this another Scout rant so#I like to think that he’s really quiet when there’s a real fight in the base#he may be loud and dumb but when something serious is going on he knows to keep it shut#anyways this is beautiful and perfect I love you op
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you belong with me - gr63
summary: george has been in love with his best friend for 15 years, but she can’t see that she belongs with him
folkie radio: MY FIRST GEORGE FIC!!!! idk why it took me so long to write for him but i hope you like this !! send your feedback <3
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram finally race week! can't believe it's been 10 years of watching this one from the paddock. from sneaking into george's garage during f3 days to now having proper passes (still can't get used to saying "my best friend is an F1 driver" 😅). ready to watch @/georgerussell63 crush it this weekend!
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username1 MERCEDES QUEEN
username2 you guys are literally soulmates just date already
alex_albon The OG paddock bestie 🙌
└ yourinstagram and you know it
landonorris still waiting for my batch of cookies tbh
└ charles_leclerc Get in line
└ yourinstagram LMAOOO
username3 bestie you spelled wife wrong
username4 10 years of friendship and still going strong
username5 someone convince me they're not secretly married
georgerussell63 Wouldn't be the same without you here! Even if you still support Lewis more than me 🙄
└ yourinstagram HES THE GOAT!!!
└ username1 she’s so real
username6 we need more paddock content of you two!
username7 "best friends" sure jan
username8 george's smile whenever she’s around >>>>>
username9 MY FAVORITE DUOOOOO
username10 no one does best friends better than them
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georgerussell63 P1 BABY!!! Thank you to everyone for the amazing support - winning here in Austria feels amazing. Special shoutout to @/yourinstagram for the lucky socks tradition since F3 - even if they still have tiny race cars on them 😂 Team did a mega job this weekend! 🏆
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username1 THIS IS MY GOATTTTT
username2 GEORGIE I LOVE YOU
lewishamilton Great drive mate! 🙌
yourinstagram those socks won you GP3 AND F2, respect the lucky socks russell 😤
└ username1 YOU KEEP HIM HUMBLE YN
└ username2 whats the real lucky charm the socks or yn
└ georgerussell63 Fine fine, the socks stay
alex_albon expose him more about the socks pls @/yourinstagram
landonorris lucky socks with race cars?? we need pics
└ georgerussell63 Absolutely not, those pics are staying buried
username3 yn has been his real lucky charm since day 1 😭
username4 not the childhood best friends to lovers story we're witnessing
username5 the socks story is too cute i can't
username6 THIS IS MY GOAT
mercedesamgf1 Brilliant drive today George! 💫
username7 how long before he proposes guys??taking bets
username8 find someone who supports you like yn supports george
username9 that post-race hug though 👀
username10 These two give me hope in love
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f1_insiderinfo🚨 EXCLUSIVE: Mercedes driver George Russell spotted having an intimate dinner with mystery girl in Monaco! The pair were seen laughing and sharing food. Sources say they've been meeting here regularly. Has Britain's most eligible bachelor finally been taken?
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username1 MY BROTHER IN CHRIST THATS YN
username2 y’all must be new here 😭
username3 HEEEELP see we’re not delusional for saying they need to be a couple
username4 ffs that’s his best friend story being weird
yourinstagram ah yes, the very romantic dinner where I stole half his pasta and made him watch tiktoks of cats. very intimate. also that "usual spot" is just where they make his favorite tiramisu 🙄
└ georgerussell63 you INHALED half my pasta, there was no stealing involved. also you promised not to expose the tiramisu thing
└ yourinstagram what, scared the other drivers will find out you have a sweet tooth Mr. Professional Athlete? 👀
username5 not them exposing each other in the comments
username6 the way they banter like an old married couple
username7 "mystery girl" my foot, that's his other half since forever
username8 someone get me a friendship like this 😩
username9 SO TRUE YN AND GEORGE ENDGAME
username10 this is peak comedy
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russell.archive A thread of George Russell and his best friend YN through the years 🤍
Slide 1: 2014 - Their high school years
Slide 2: 2015 - Their prom photo
Slide 4: 2021 - His first points with Williams
Slide 5: 2024 - Another season together
The "just friends" agenda for 10 years and counting... 🤔
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username1 WAIT THEY'RE NOT DATING??? All this time I thought...
username2 the prom photo is giving soulmates idc idc
username3 slide 4… that's love
username4 not me thinking they were secretly married this whole time
username5 the way his race engineer calls her "the mrs" though
username6 look at how young they were in the first pic ���
username7 their height difference stayed exactly the same I'm crying
username8 everyone saying "best friends" meanwhile they act like this
username9 SOULMATES
yourinstagram omg the prom photo 😭 remember when you stepped on my feet during the entire first dance @/georgerussell63
└ georgerussell63 excuse me? who forgot the corsage at home and made us late?
└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
└ username2 not me crying over this
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yourinstagram date night 🍷thanks for a lovely evening @/jamessmith_eng
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username1 WAIT WHAT ABOUT GEORGE???
username2 someone check on george rn 😭
username3 the way my heart just DROPPED
alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍
username4 this has to be a joke right???
username5 10 years of analysis gone wrong...
landonorris inch resting
└ username1 LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW
username6 Not me having to explain to my bf that no, George and YN weren't actually dating this whole time
username7 guys can you please be normal for once? george and yn are FRIENDS stop being weird
username8 why is everyone being so dramatic?
username9 HAPPY FOR YOUUU
jamessmith_eng ❤️
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russell.archive The way he immediately looks for her after every race 🥺 (Hungary GP, 2024)
Scientists still trying to figure out how these two aren't together...
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username1 THE WAY HE LIGHTS UP WHEN HE SEES HER
username2 bro runs faster to her than he does on track
username3 10 year study of their relationship and still confused
username4 that hug is not giving "just friends" idc idc
username5 THE KISS HELLO
username6 not her wearing his mercedes jacket
username7 remember when he was sick and she flew across 3 countries just to make him soup??
username8 the race engineer calling her his better half I CANNOT
username9 someone tell that alpine engineer to back off please x
username10 very platonic sure
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yourinstagram triple header concluded ‼️oh and i have a boyfriend now @/jamessmith_eng
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username1 OH-
username2 this feels... wrong
username3 not me zooming in to see if she's still wearing her matching bracelet with george
lilymhe cuties 🤍🤍
username4 THE ALPINE GUY?
username5 why is everyone acting weird like yn and george are just FRIENDS
landonorris 🤔
└ username1 he’s one of us
└username2 HEEEELP LANDO
└ yourinstagram you’re strange
username6 my heart breaks i really thought she was with george
username7 GEORGE’S SILENCE IS SO LOUD
username8 no like from george either 😭
jamessmith_eng 😍😍
└ username1 UM NO LEAVE OUR FAMILY ALONE
└ username2 go back to alpine
└ yourinstagram ❤️
username9 I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES
username10 i know george and yn are just friends but omfg this feels wroooong
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georgerussell63 Gained nine places today but overall the damage was done yesterday. Congrats to LH and the team on the podium. We have another chance to fight before the summer break in Belgium. Bring it on.
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username1 no yn mention??? are you okay???
username2 first race post this without tagging yn i'm worried
username3 the way he usually writes "couldn't have done it without my lucky charm”
lewishamilton incredible drive 👏🏾
landonorris most depressing caption i've ever seen mate
└ username1 HE KNOWS 😭
└ username2 he’s so annoying
username4 where's the usual "special thanks to my favourite paddock menace"
username5 he's posted about yn in every race post for YEARS this is not a drill
username6 even the emojis are gone 😭
username7 BRO IS DEVASTATED and not only about the race
yourinstagram no selfie? 🥺 breaking tradition much
└ username1 CRYING
└ username2 george why are you breaking tradition
username8 alpine guy better make yn happy at least
username9 GEORGIE I BELIEVE IN YOU
username10 the damage in question was un hard launching her bf
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yourinstagram coffee runs with this oneee 🤍 @/jamessmith_eng
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username1 isn't that… george's usual coffee spot??
username2 the way she used to do this with george every race weekend 💔
username3 why does this feel wrong
iamrebeccad ❤️
francisca.cgomes i miss youuuuu
username4 BE NORMAL IN THIS COMMENT SECTION CHALLENGE
username5 she and george are endgame tho idc
username6 the wasy geroge never likes her posts with her tho
landonorris 🤐
└ username1 LANDO STOP
└ username2 he has no chill
└ yourinstagram i never understand what u mean
└ alex_albon oh honey
└ username3 IM WHEEZING
jamessmith_eng My ❤️
└ username1 i don't like his vibe george aside
└ yourinstagram love youuu
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f1gossip SPOTTED: George Russell with mystery brunette at London restaurant 👀
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username1 HELLO??' SINCE WHEN??
username2 yn's twitter likes suddenly very aggressive
username3 someone check on yn PLEASE
username4 the way she's sitting in yn's usual spot i feel sick
username5 toto watching his team's morale depend on these two idiots
username6 th groupchat must be wild rn
username7 GEORGIE WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGG
username8 ou george boyfriend era?
username9 this is alpine guy's fault
username10 THAT SHOULD BE HIM AND YN
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yourinstagram date with my favorite human 💕thank you for making me smile x @/jamessmith_eng
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username1 okay this might be cute
username2 CRYING AGAIN
username3 THAT SHOULD BE GEORGE
jamessmith_eng Perfect day with my perfect girl ❤️
└ username2 ewww
└ username1 come on they're happy stop being weird
└ yourinstagram 🥺🥺🥺
lilymhe we should have a double date!
└ alex_albon we're kinda busy
└ username2 LORD
└ username3 ALEX YOU'RE INSANE
└ username4 he said im with my boy george forever
└ yourinstagram buzzkill
username5 george didn't like this post either
username6 this is how we can get rid of him
username7 why are some people so weid about them yn and george are FRIENDS
username8 i want this
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georgerussell63 Some traditions never change. Pre-race selfie and coffee with my best friend #15YearsAndCounting
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username1 I LOVE THEM SM
username2 george russell choosing violence today
username3 HE TAGGED IT 15 YEARS AND COUNTING I'M SCREAMING
mercedesamgf1 🤍
username4 GEORGE MARKING HIS TERRITORY
username5 james has been real quiet since this dropped
landonorris territorial much?
└ username1 LANDO STOP THIS MADNESS
└ georgerussell63 You're so strange mate
└ username2 SURE GEORGE play dumb we'll play along
yourinstagram LOVE YOU GEORGIE BOY!
└ username1 girl he loves you but like loves LOVES you
└ username2 wake up he's in love with you
└ georgerussell63 ❤️
username6 whe said who's james we don't know her
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yourinstagram thank you for the flowers and for always finding your way back to me @/jamessmith_eng 🤍
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username1 GIRL
username2 this is the 4th "second" chance but ok
username3 not the apology flowers AGAIN
lewishamilton 👀
└ username1 EVEN LEWIS KNOWS
└ username2 PLEASE
username4 the whole garage pretending we didn't hear them fighting yesterday
alex_albon 🤦♂️
└ username1 ALEX IS HIS BIGGEST HATER
username5 somebody check on george
username6 girl get up
username7 can pierre and este sabotage him or something 😭
jamessmith_eng Love you baby ❤️
└ yourinstagram love you too x
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georgerussell63 has added to their stories
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username1 GEORGE SWIFTIE CONFIRMED
username2 taylor’s version too
charles_leclerc 😂😂😂😂
alex_albon YOU FINALLY EMBRACED THAT YOU’RE TAYLOR SWIFT
└ georgerussell63 don’t push it
landonorris JUST TELL HER
pierregasly Whats this supposed to mean
yourinstagram YOU’RE SUCH A SWIFTIEEEE
└ georgerussell63 I love the lyrics of that one :)
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yourinstagram 15 years of friendship and watching you live your dream from the grandstands, and i still get butterflies every time that 63 crosses the line 🤍 couldn't be prouder of my best friend. race day ready as always @/georgerussell63 (still wearing the lucky charm bracelet you got me when we were 12 btw 😉)
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username1 MY FAMILY
username2 IM SOBBING
username3 james from alpine found shaking
lewishamilton 🖤
username4 THE KARTING PHOTO I'M SOBBING
landonorris remember when she used to hide behind trees to watch him practice?
└ yourinstagram LANDO DELETE THIS
└ username1 I LOVE THEM
username5 it has always been HIM
georgerussell63 Still can't believe you kept that bracelet
└ yourinstagram it's my good luck charm, you're not getting it back russell
└ georgerussell63 Wouldn't dream of it x
└ yourinstagram better not crash today, i'm wearing it
└ georgerussell63 Wouldn't dare disappoint my number 1 fan
└ yourinstagram since karting days
└ georgerussell63 And counting ❤️
└ username1 DID WE JUST WITNESS A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL?
└ username2 THEY CANT JUST DO THIS IN PUBLIC
username6 yeah they’re in love and everyone knows it but them
username7 james alpine you are BONES
username8 JUST GET MARRIED
username9 this slow burn friends to lovers idiots in love…
username10 lando and alex screaming rn
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georgerussell63 Found out she's still terrible at paddle after 15 years. Some things never change 🏸
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username1 girl whatever he said wasn't THAT funny you're just in love
username2 the way she looks at him vs the way she looks at james- anyway
mercedesamgf1 🖤
username3 NO ALPINE BOYFRIEND IN SIGHT WE WON
username4 the way she only laughs like that with george
username5 yn looking at george vs yn looking at james: a thesis
kimi.antonelli Great day 👏
landonorris "terrible at paddle" mate you dropped your racquet 3 times
└ georgerussell63 Trying to make her feel better
└ alex_albon by embarrassing yourself? smooth
└ username1 THIS IS MY FAMILY
└ username2 best trio forever
username6 not yn pulling a zendaya
yourinstagram i'm not that bad!
└ georgerussell63 You hit yourself with the racquet
└ yourinstagram you DISTRACTED me
└ georgerussell63 By existing?
└ yourinstagram by being annoying
└ username3 THE TENSION IS KILLING ME
username7 ou james don’t make that face
username8 i feel like something is shifting and these two will confess soon
username9 JUST KISS ALREADY
username10 the best friends secretly in love with each other of it all
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yourinstagram always 🤍
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username1 THE WAY I SCREAMED
username2 FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY
username3 that's george's hand i've studied it for 5 years I KNOW
mercedesamgf1 🥹
└ username1 toto just fist bumped lewis in the garage
landonorris took you long enough
└ username2 LANDOOO DONT CLOCK HER LIKE THAT
username4 the childhood friends to lovers pipeline never fails
username5 the easy we all just KNOW they finally confessed
username6 AND FUCK THAT JAMES GUY
username7 DO A PROPER HARD LAUCH
georgerussell63 ❤️
└ yourinstagram🤍
username8 if look idiots in love in urban dictionary a pic of george and yn shows up
username9 MY PARENTS
username10 plot twist this is actually the alpine guy 😭
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f1gossip GEORGE AND YN AT THE LAS VEGAS PADDOCK RIGHT NOW THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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username1 OMFG
username2 I CANT BELIEVE THIS
username3 james found crying in alpine
username4 NO WAY FINALLY
username5 THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY REALIZED
username6 i’m crying, this is the softest love story ever
username7 ya conspiracy girlies were always right !!!!!!
username8 we witnessed this best friends to lovers slow burn happen in real time i can’t believe this
username9 NOT ME CRYING AT THIS
username10 guys they’re KISSING like WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE
username11 george finally grew balls and confessed
username12 JAMES FROM ALPINE YOU’RE BONES
username13 WATCH GEORGE WIN TOMORROW
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yourinstagram not just the race you won today mr russell 🏆🤍
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username1 THE WAY HE RAN STRAIGHT TO HER
username2 YOUR SMILE WHEN HE PICKED YOU UP
username3 the way james had to watch this from p7 💀
mercedesamgf1 Best vegas grand prix ever confirmed 👏
landonorris get a room
└ yourinstagram we did
└ landonorris HELLO???
└ username1 I HAD THE SAME REACTION LANDO
└ username2 no fucking way
username3 I CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES
username4 they had been in love since forever like we could SEE IT it was about time they realized
username5 HE. GOT. THE. GIRL
username6 george russell you fucking did it
username7 IDIOTS IN LOVE SLOWBURN TROPE I FUCKING LOVE IT
username8 YABADABADOOOOO WE WERE RIGHT ALL THE TIME
username9 a love story fifteen years in the making
username10 EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE
georgerussell63 Still can't believe you're mine
└ yourinstagram always have been. just took me a while to realize
└ georgerussell63 Worth every second of waiting 🤍
└ username1 IM SOBBING AGAIN
└ username2 this is the most beautiful thing ever
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georgerussell63 Vegas ‘24. Won more than just a race tonight.
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username1 SOBBING AGAIN
username2 i still can’t quite believe this
username3 GEORGE RUSSELL THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
alex_albon boy went from you belong with me era to lover era real quick
└ georgerussell63 Stop with the Taylor Swift references
└ landonorris NEVER
└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭
username4 THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY ROMANCE MOVIE
username5 alex and lando screaming somewhere because of this
username6 imagine being that alpine guy right now LMFAO
username7 they’re proof that real love always finds a way
lewishamilton Prod of you mate. On and off track 🖤
└ username1 AWEEEEEE
username8 best friends to lovers Y E S
username9 the fact that george waited YEARS for her and watched her with other guys but got her in the end. THIS IS TRUE LOVE
username10 this is way too pure
yourinstagram quite the victory lap mr russell
└ georgerussell63 Had to make it special for my special girl
└ yourinstagram you’re such a sap
└ georgerussell63 Your sap tho. Officially now
└ yourinstagram was always yours. just took me 15 years to realize 🤍
#george russell x reader#george russell fanfiction#george russell fic#george russell imagine#george russell smau#george russell fluff#george russell x you#gr63 x reader#gr63 fanfiction#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 fanfiction#f1 x reader#f1 fanfiction#formula 1 imagine#harrysfolklore#george russell writing#f1 grid x reader#f1 imagine#gr63 smau#george russell fake instagram
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Jason sucking on your tits and fingering you at the same time while you squirm and cry and he doesn't stop cause he likes it so much 🙏🏼
MDNI 18+
mean! jason x reader
jason todd smut
jason had you perched up on his lap, withering and crying whilst he was knuckles deep into your cunt. “such a pretty little thing,” he cooed softly, as he left wet kisses on your neck before going down and sucking your tits. the sensation was too much, you were squirming and bouncing trying to get away, tears streaming down your face as he did. jason noticed, his grip tightened around your waist, while the other hand continued abusing your cunt. “don’t even think about runnin’ away doll.”
you were a mess, literally. damp spots soaked jason’s grey sweatpants as you continued to coat his fingers with your slick, your tits covered with marks and saliva from jason sucking on your nipples. “you can take it sweet thing,” he mumbled, against your swollen buds. you shook your head, “too much jay,” you whined as you clung to him for dear life.
the moment jason slapped your clit you whined, immediately you tried squirming away from his lap. “shut up and take it, you were talkin’ so much you can't even keep your word?” he spat out harshly, as one of his hands gripped the back of your neck tightly as the other one abused your cunt. “you’re gonna cum on my hands and it’s final.”
jason loved seeing you cry during sex, there was just something about watching you wither on his lap whilst he abused your cunt and pretty tits. the soft flesh of your tits was slightly pink from his bites and constant sucking, whilst your cunt was making the most lewd sounds.
“j-jay!” you whined as your hips buckled up, your entire body going limp. “shh, sweetheart,” he whispered softly as he squeezed your neck. “you don’t wanna back off from your words do you? you know how much i hate that and what will happen.”
you won’t come if you back down from your words. jason had been busy for the past week, the garage needing his attention more than ever, and obliviously you felt neglected. you weren’t, he made sure to show his affection by cooking breakfast and making sure you for fucked in the early mornings. obviously, you were a brat and were acting out. jason never tolerated brats.
hence why your cunt was all swollen and puffy same with your tits, “whiny things need to get disciplined,” jason said firmly as he focused on how your folds took his fingers.
“actin out so much i don’t even know if ill let you come from how you spoke to me,” he grunted as his hand around your waist dug in painfully. his lips sucked your left tit harshly, wet sucking sounds filling the room, whist his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt.
“jay!” you shouted with tears streaming down your face from overstimulation, you tried to shove his head away from your tit, only to have his hand around your waist going up and slapping the right one. “don’t you dare,” he glared as he sucked even harshly, his thumb rubbing against your swollen clit.
it was going to be a long night.
#ch: jason#jason todd#dc smut#jason todd smut#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#red hood smut#red hood x reader
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WE'RE FAMILY, ME AND YOU –
↳ oscar piastri + gf!reader
⌗ :: masterlist
⌗ :: a/n: osc being protectiveeee . also he is so fine in that pic. warnings for offhanded comments abt weight and shit like that (if anyone irl is like this towards you i'll personally fight them). idk if this is gonna be super good bc i think my brain stopped working near the end lol but other wise enjoyyy
"please don't hold my horrible family against me, oscar," you say when he pulls into the driveway of your childhood home, the warm lights blaring inside.
"baby, we've been dating for two years, and i've met your family before," oscar smiles picking you hand up and gently squeezing it.
"i know but seriously, they're going to be awful," you groan softly falling back in your seat. "i don't want to do this."
"we'll do it together okay?"
"okay."
the first comment came a few moments after you walked inside: "oh its so good to see you oscar!" your mother and grandmother both come rushing out to greet you.
"and my darling daughter," your mother smiles and gives you a small hug, before pulling back and eyeing you up and down. "you chose quite the dress wow, you can see everything. you'd would almost think it was too small."
you laugh along with the "joke" and only relax slightly when you feel oscar's hand slip into your own, reminding you he's there.
you continue on through the house as your grandma gives oscar a tour, even though he was here about two months ago and literally nothing has changed.
he's polite, and nods along with whatever nonsense spiel she's giving him about a vase that apparently was her great great grandmothers - when you know for a fact she bought it a week ago because she sent your sister an incessant amount of texts about it in the family group chat.
the one you're clearly not apart of.
when you make it to the lounge room, you instantly sit down on the couch pulling oscar down with you, wanting this night to be finished with already. your grandmother enters the room with a platter of snacks, smiling as she puts it down, "now don't eat too much of this sweetie or you won't have room for dinner, or anymore room in that dress."
you don't notice is but oscars demeanour changes then.
he pulls you closer to his side and has one arm tightly wrapped around your waist as he takes a few crackers slipping every second one to you. he leans down whispers in your ear. "eat, i know you haven't today, fuck what linda says."
you smile and slightly relax more into the conversation, especially when your grandad and dad enter the room. both are overjoyed you're here, instantly stealing your boyfriends focus and talking to him about racing and the latest car that your dad bought and wants to fix up.
you were having a slightly better time, well until:
"pumpkin, leave poor oscar alone, you're practically on top of him!" you mother fusses, and you internally flinch at that dumb nickname.
"i wouldn't mind if she were on top of me," oscar mutters and you choke slapping him on the chest as he smirks. it brings a smile to your face the first one of today.
your dad clearly having heard what was said becomes all red and flustered clearing his throat and announcing dinner is ready, while struggling to hide a smile.
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dinner is your least favorite moment of the night. from the comments, to the "mothers" purposely pushing plates away from you. oscar notices and instead puts food on his plate and then switches it with yours.
which leads to them tsk-ing about how he needs to eat more and let you choose what you eat.
and you do what any good daughter would do when your mother looks at you and nudges the salad in front of your plate and says, "make sure you eat your salad, pumpkin," you shove it down and paste a smile on your face.
oscar sees it.
"how is work lately, oscar?" your grandmother asks smiling at him, before nudging him in the side with her elbow, "you're doing better than, pumpkin over there i tell you."
shove it down.
oscars hand lands softly on your thigh, silent support in the only way he can right now. you smile softly at him and he winks at you a small smile appearing across his face.
"oh enough you, we don't need all this while eating dinner, well while we eat dinner, you don't really need to," your mother sniffs. you struggle to push this one down and excuse yourself from the table. "i'm sorry oscar, that she wasn't letting you breathe. she needs to learn to give you some space. so clingy that girl."
"i'm breathing perfectly fine," oscar answers entering the conversation his voice calm but strong. "and quite frankly mindy, i think you need to lay off with the comments, i'm fine, your daughters fine, we're all fine, so stop with the snarky comments and the petty bitchy notions. because quite frankly, thats how you're acting, like a bitch."
he shoots a look to your grandmother, "and you too linda, don't go around pretending you're all high and mighty with your "everyone is amazing and i love my family" act, when you can't even treat your own granddaughter right. you two should be ashamed of yourselves. do better. all of you- well except you darren and mike i like you guys."
with that he pushes his chair out and goes to find you, knocking on the bathroom door, but not hearing a response. "sweetheart? you in there?" after a few more moments of silence he enters the room - you're not in there obviously, the window is open and he can hear the car running outside.
he leaves the house without saying goodbye to anyone and just gets in the car with you puts it in reverse and leaves.
you're both quiet for a few moments before you whisper, "i'm sorry for running out."
"no," oscars voice is firm. "don't you ever apologise for that, those women are bitches in a snake skin and they do not deserve your time and attention." he pulls off on the side of the road, cars driving past the only sound that fills the space in the quiet. "don't you ever apologise for being a beautiful, perfect person. don't you ever apologise for being you. because you are perfect."
he takes your face gently in his hands and softly kisses your nose. "you are the most amazing human being ever and i'm glad my heart belongs to you, those pathetic women back there can't see your beauty or your talented-ness or your smarts - you're a race engineer for gods sake - and thats on them." he presses a kiss to both of your cheeks.
"you are my sweetheart, my gorgeous best friend, my everything. and i love you baby," he whispers kindly before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. "we're a family me and you, we don't need those fuckers back there," he winks.
you giggle and whisper back, "i love you too."
a quiet moment falls over top of you both as you just rest your foreheads pressed against each other.
"takeout?"
"let's go."
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bored. seen this a few times. ik wrong way to do it but whtv
1: yeah i sure do have relationship with my parent alright >:3
2: friend i got in recent days yayy
3: yeah lots of things. mainly us wasting so many years before we got interesting
5: more of them pls
6: sui in a few decades when senescence gets unbearable
7: cheap premade salad (stolen from roommate)
8: no im weak ouppy i cant
9: all the time. i also chew the skin around my nails
11: yeah everyone ive directly talked to today
12: a few times. not fun. way more often like 40 hours
16: agitated. a bit understimmed. stressed and exhibiting that physically
17: yeah. at home usually cause public bathrooms gross and i dont go to anyone elses homes
18: yeah they creep me out
19: absolutely. i wanna get like 7 again and do this stuff over cause i would be literally fucking perfect in every way if i did that
20: right here right now
21: erp. maybs drugs
22: i <3 adoption. but wont in realspace prolly
23: no
24: i hate school. bla bla bla teaching kids to not advance their class interests both as children and as proletariat bla bla bla school to prison pipeline
26: gamma-butyrolactone
28: no im polyam
29: yeah lots of times. mostly positively tho
31: lots of humans and others. im very loved (but never enough)
32: magenta
33: no im very trusting and vulnerable to abuse (not intended as an invitation tho im okay with that but please do tell me if youre planning to do that)
34: trauma dream like 1-3 weeks ago
36: no and ill forgive anyone for doing basically anything to me if i like them (tho less forgiving if u abuse others)
38: idk but its in the top half so far
39: genuinely no idea. prolly like 8-10
40: yeah and that should be normalised
52: yeah everything would be calculatable if not for uncertainty principle (stupid i hate it) fuffing up measurements and entropy (stupid i hate it) making calculation power finite
54: does anyone actually answer yes to this? also define cheating. also not monoamorous so idfkoc
55: yeh tho i try not to be nonconsensually
57: i dont believe emotions are real. consciousness is an illusion – a error in an egotistical computer that pretends it has free will either consciously or merely in uncontrollable intuition because it can't truly comprehend not having that
58: cold dim cloudy
59: it's cool but sometimes inconvenient. i dont have any proper opinion on it
60: institutional marriage is a fucking scam and a ploy to control citizens and i'm happily married to my mom
61: i dont like it. call me ouppy. child is fine ig but baby is too far
63: i have already and everyone should consider it
64: no theyre right here in my bed eating all my fucking candy and barely leaving any for me
65: well they fuffing better like me if they're my friend. but if that means specifically sexually then that's wonderful and i probably feel the same about them
65-67: sex is a social construct and i dont fucking care unless it's for sexual intercourse reasons in which case i'm mildly interested
69: no but i do have headmates and those are pretty close methinks
70: define death you mortal coward
didnt wanna answer some and didnt have anything interesting to say about some
70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
#tw death#tw sex#tw drugs#tw sex mention#plural system#age regression#puppyposting#kitposting#kittyposting#plural#tw philosophy#philosophy#lots of tags for this one...#age slider#read → btw for more stuff about sex being a construct or whtv i said#judith butler#tw inc*st#momcon#honestly i wonder when im getting t-not-testosterone for this#also that should be a tag. like ed not sheeran but for that#t not testosterone#i like that phrase so starting that tag if it doesnt exist. tho not enough reason to euphemism that maybs
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back to us | franco colapinto
summary: you’re franco’s ex, but the two of you remain surprisingly close friends but when fans spot you together at events and in each other’s stories, they start speculating whether you’re back together. author's note: prob i'm gonna do a 'tag list', do you want to be on it?
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oneofyourfriends: Time flies when you're with the best people
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user11: WAIT. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. are they back together or what? I NEED ANSWERS💀
user2: is this a subtle confirmation or are they just really good at making us question everything?
user3: Franco and Y/N, I swear if you two are playing with our hearts again, im done
user4: this is the most ‘we’re in love but won’t admit it’ pic I’ve ever seen. can someone just give us the tea already?
user5: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I was literally just talking about them a week ago. are we getting an announcement soon?? 👀
user6: this picture screams ‘we’re secretly in love but just messing with y’all for fun’ energy 😏
user7: hold on, i know I'm not the only one who’s just realized they might be together again after all this time 😳
user8: they've been lowkey giving us these vibes for a while now, I knew it! 🫣💘
user9: not them teasing us, just admit it already!
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f1gossipdaily: 🚨 SPOTTED: Franco Colapinto leaving a fancy dinner spot in Buenos Aires with a mistery girl... maybe his long-term ex, Y/N 👀 Thoughts? Drop them below!
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user1: FRANCO AND Y/N??? I’M SCREAMING. Are we back in 2020 or what?! 😭🔥
user2: that’s not just a friendly dinner. look at the way he’s smiling at her. IT’S LOVE 🥹💘
user3: plot twist: they never stopped dating and have been clowning us this whole time 🤡
user4: Franco and Y/N liked this post… yeah, they’re up to SOMETHING 👀
user5: imagine being THIS iconic that the entire internet loses it over a dinner. Y/N supremacy
user6: not me already planning their wedding even though we don’t know what’s going on
user7: i bet they were just talking about how to break the internet again
user8: Franco and Y/N liked this post?? THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING
user9: they’re feeding us crumbs, and we’re still feral
user10: wait… what if they were on a DATE?! someone investigate asap!!!!
user11: they are like ‘we’re definitely back together but in denial’ 😭
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user1: I swear, the dog looks like a puppy version of the one Franco had weeks ago... 👀
user2: WAIT. Is that the same dog that was in Franco’s photo a few weeks ago???
user4: the dog’s adorable, but the wine glasses? 🧐
friend1: that puppy is seriously the cutest thing ever, i’m obsessed! 💗💗
user5: that dog is CUTEEE but I’m too distracted by the wine glasses. ARE YOU AND FRANCO BACK TOGETHER OR WHAT?! 😭
user6: i'm just here for the dog. I need details about the second glass though 🤔
francolapinto: 🐶💓
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user8: Franco really out here in the comments…
user9: WAIT A MINUTE, are you back together???
user10: just stop playing with us, i'm begging you! 😭
user11:I’m sorry, but the fact that Franco commented has me DEAD 💀 I need answers!!
user12: just admit it, Y/N. The other glass is for Francooooo
lando: when’s the dog playdate? Asking for a friend🐾👀
❤️ liked by the author user13: ariana, what are you doing here??? user14: that friends is franco, right? RIGHT??? user15: wait, did Lando just say THAT?? 👀 user16: lando, stop it. are you throwing some shade at Franco or just being a good friend? user17: this is a mess. now I’m even more confused. Y/N and Lando? Y/N and Franco? Someone help me out 😭
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Crazy, What You’ll Do for a Friend
Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader
Summary: After Hotch gets hurt out in the field, you and the other members of the BAU take turns taking care of Hotch at his home. Reader want to make sure she can help Hotch in whatever way she can.
CW: Hotch having an attitude bc of course he does, sex fantasy, needy!Hotch, oral m!receiving, fingering
a/n: Hotch is literally the master of flirting when he isn’t at work I cannot with him, this is more short and sweet than most my stories
This is the other Fanfic from the poll!
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Reid answered the door. Bright smile on his face greeting you, “Hey.”
“Hey,” you smiled back at him.
“Come on in,” Reid moved out of the doorway allowing you to pass by him. You waited in the entry way for Reid to close the door.
“How is he?”
“Uhm— good. Mad that we’re here,” he laughed awkwardly.
You cocked an eyebrow, silently. A few weeks ago, Hotch had gotten caught up in the line of fire. Getting struck in his thigh and stomach. Lucky to not have bled out on the field. The day was a harsh memory that you refused to let go. Making sure to never let anyone else make the same mistakes as him again. Never feeling weaker than seeing him in the hospital bed. The Team had all agreed to take care of Hotch while he was on home rest. Taking shifts throughout the weeks.
You followed behind Reid into the living room.
“What are you doing here?” Hotch gritted through his teeth. Only wearing some loose fitting sweat pants and a tight white t-shirt. A strong contrast from his usual suit and tie. Straining as he attempted to get off the couch by himself. Reid rushed over to him, lifting him by his shoulder. Hotch swatted at the Doctor, attempting to jerk away.
“We’re all taking turns helping you. Guess I’m on Hotch Duty for tonight,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a closed mouth smile.
Hotch’s brows furrowed tightly, vein on his neck popping. “I don’t need help. What I need is to get back to work,” Hotch pushed Reid away as he finally got to his feet. Reid threw his hands up in a defensive position still close behind your boss.
“Yeah, it really looks like it,” you rolled your eyes as you folded your arms over your chest.
Hotch shot a chilling look your way, but you were unwavering. “I’m still your superior—“
“And right now I’m your caretaker. I’m sure Reid has been letting you boss him around, but I’m not going to let that happen. No offense, Spence,” you stated. Spencer waved his hand up to let you know he was not offended.
Hotch’s hand gripped the arm of the couch with a bruising strength. Barely able to hold himself up properly. A slight shake to his body. Angry that you, of all people, were talking to him this way. Fighting the way his heart swelled as soon as his eyes laid upon you in his living room today.
You and Hotch had grown close in the last few years. Growing into a mutual unspoken want for one another. Casually flirting when you were alone or not at work. Keeping each other company on extremely late nights at the office. Getting closer than you realistically should, given the field you worked in.
“Reid, you can go,” Hotch did not break eye contact with you.
“A-Are you sure—“
“We’ll be fine, Spence,” you smiled eyes locked in on Hotch’s.
Reid grabbed his bag and headed for the door, “If you guys need anything I’m only a text away.”
“Thank you,” you said still not breaking with Hotch. His deep brown eyes made your heart skip a beat. The wrinkles on his face as he attempted to intimidate made you blush. Not speaking until the door closed behind Reid.
“Are you gonna have an attitude with me all night?” You teased, cheeks beaming with heat. Hotch blew air out of his nose. Skin tightly pinched between his eyebrows. Refusing to speak to you. “Oh, come on. Your favorite boy is gone, you don’t have to keep up the mean-mug,” you walked over closing the space between you. Extending your arm out to him so that he could brace himself to walk.
His jaw clenched. Stubbornness being a strong suit of his. Hesitantly taking your offer of help. “Where are we heading?”
“I need to use the bathroom,” Hotch grumbled.
Slowly, you assisted him to the bathroom tucked away next to his living room. Standing in the doorway as you allowed him to shimmy himself over to the toilet. Not even thinking of what you were doing, until Hotch gave you a strange look.
“Are you wanting to watch?”
Your face flooded. Stammering as you cupped your own cheek. Shaking your head with closed eyes. Smiling awkwardly, “Sorry—“
Hotch had to fight the smile that dared creep across his face. Enjoying how flustered you were. You reached in to pull the door shut. Leaning against the wall directly next to the bathroom. Hands gripping your hair in embarrassment as you replayed the moment over and over. Trying to cool the heat in your cheeks.
Straightening your posture when you heard the door click open. Greeting him with a soft smile and your arm extended. His brows were still pressed together. Lips in a thin line as he hooked his arm around yours. Leading him back into the living room so that he could get comfortable.
The night slipped away. Preparing dinner for your boss as he sat at the counter. Dying to get up. Hating to be taken care of. Denying the comfort he felt with you nestled in his home.
“Hotch, I can hear you bouncing your leg, cut it out,” you did not even look over your shoulder to give him eye contact. He scoffed, the sound of his leg subsiding.
“I know you hate all this. Really I do,” you softly spoke to him as you plated the food, “But all of us just want to see you get better. We want our leader back in his best shape. I want you to relax and let me take care of you.”
Hotch’s eyes watched every move you made. Stalking you like his prey as you brought the plate over to him. Expression unchanging, “How am I supposed to relax? There’s cases and I’ve been away so long already. I can’t stay cooped up here forever.”
“And you won’t. The sooner you take it easy, the sooner you can come back,” you flattened your hand against his shoulder. Hotch’s expression softened with your gesture. Swiftly directing his attention onto the food in front of him. Something about the interaction caused your cheeks to warm up. Unsure what that was about. Walking over to his fridge.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“Just water,” Hotch took a bite of food.
“Aw, you don’t wanna crack open a bottle of wine and reveal our darkest secrets to each other?” You teased, looking over your shoulder at him. Seeing his brows pushed together. Lips in a strong, straight line.
“Okay— tough crowd,” you widened your eyes as you closed the fridge. Going to grab a cup out of the cabinet to fill it for him. Walking over and taking the seat beside him. Silently eating dinner together. Guess you did not have much to talk about. And he was clearly in no mood to chit-chat.
“You’re a good cook,” Hotch broke the silence with a compliment.
“You’re telling me Reid didn’t prepare you a four coarse, perfectly diet-balanced meal while he was here?” You teased. Finally, breaking away Hotch’s hard shell. A soft chuckle coming from him. “I’m sure he would’ve had a slideshow to explain it all too,” you grinned.
“He wouldn’t need the slideshow, he could explain it all to me himself,” Hotch joked as he pulled the food from his fork. Feeling comfortable for the first time together. Allowing both your walls down. Sharing in your laughter.
You both finished your dinner. Taking the plates and putting them in the sink. Allowing Hotch to walk on his own to put his away. Standing beside him the entire time. You interlocked arms with him to lead him into the living room. Grunting as he sat down, eyes closing as he rested his head against the back.
“Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll do whatever you need to relax,” you smiled, standing in front of him.
Something about that seeped into his imagination. Feeling his cock jump when an imagine of you kneeled between his legs popped into his mind. With everyone here, he had not had any alone time. Needing to let out some of the things pent up inside him. Your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock—
“No,” Hotch blurted out. Aggression returning to him. Catching you off guard and causing a bit of frustration to bubble up inside you. You scoffed and headed into the kitchen to do the dishes, “Don’t try anything while I’m in there.”
Once you disappeared around the corner, he relaxed again. Clicking mindlessly through the channels on the TV. Trying to distract himself. Looking down at his half-hard cock. Embarrassed that he was thinking of one of his subordinates in the way he was. Still he allowed himself to fantasize.
Imagining how beautiful you would look sat upon his lap. Straddling his waist as you sunk down onto him. Thinking about how you would sound moaning his name when the head would hit somewhere just right inside you. Dying to know how perfectly he would fill you up. He needed something— anything from you.
Allowing his hand to softly touch his aching member. Only making things worse for him. His face contorted as he squinted his eyes shut. Mouth hanging open slightly.
God, he was such a pervert.
Jumping when he heard the water stop in the sink. Footsteps enclosing on the room. In the time you had done the dishes, you had calmed down from Hotch’s outburst. Knowing and rationalizing that he was going through a lot and sometimes he would be more vulnerable than others. Greeting him with a bright smile. Grabbing your bag off the kitchen chair, “Do you mind if I go change?”
“Of course not,” Hotch breathed out.
“I’ll know if you strain while I’m gone,” you smirked.
Hotch grinned back at you. Watching you until you faded away into the bathroom, door clicking behind you. Thank God he had one of the best poker face’s around. Finally allowing himself to breathe.
His erection pressed against the soft fabric of his sweats. Driving him absolutely insane. He pondered if he would have time to rub it out before you got back from changing. Softly playing with himself as he thought. Groaning at the feeling of his fingers trailing his length. Trying to control his breathing as to not make any overtly sexual sounds.
Oh, God, how he needed it. His cock pulsed with pure desire. Something he did not think his hand alone could fill. He felt pathetic. Preparing to ask you what he was going to.
The door creaked open. You came back to see him still in the same spot as before. He looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when he saw you. Wearing a loose fit t-shirt and some sporty shorts. Hair relaxed and quite a bit of skin showing.
“Hope you don’t mind, your house kinda runs hot,” you smiled, suddenly aware of his eyes on your body. Loving the attention he was giving. Blushing as his jaw hung open softly.
There were not many occasions where members of the BAU saw each other outside of work. Normally dressed in business attire, making sure to look extremely respectable and professional. Used to the button-ups and slacks. Not a shirt that perfectly hugged your chest and some shorts that were barely revealed under the length of your top.
As if he wasn’t hard enough already.
You sat on the other end of the couch beside him. Only a small pillow between your bodies. Legs crossing, causing your shorts to hike further up your thighs. Revealing the extra soft spots closer to your core.
“Anything good on?”
Hotch hesitated, “No.”
You widened your eyes at his short answer. Not sure what had gotten him so irritable in the last bit. Not wanting to push him. Choosing to stay quiet as you leaned against the arm of the couch. Watching some old sci-fi movie he had landed on. They were shooting out with some aliens. No telling what over, the movie was half way over by the time Hotch got to it.
The glow of the TV was all that illuminated the room. Flashes of colors dancing across your skin. Silently staring at the flat screen. Thinking about nonsense, just trying to feed your mind.
“Y/N,” Hotch began, hint of a break in his voice. You looked over at him. He had sweat beaming on his forehead. “You… you said earlier that you would help me in whatever way you could?”
You nodded, “Of course, Hotch. I’m here to please.”
His skin tingled. The innocent look behind your eyes pushing him even more on edge. He was silently opening and closing his mouth. Brows netted together as he breathed heavy. Tension so thick in the room neither of you could catch your breath.
“This is so inappropriate,” he softly chuckled to himself, stretching his neck, voice not above a whisper. Feeling your own heartbeat pound out of your chest. Hotch sighed, “I need to cum.”
Your eyes flew harshly open. Lips parting as you attempting to respond to him. Face immediately flushing with arousal as you clinched around nothing. Eyes shooting down to his crotch. Surprised to see the outline of his cock pressing against his pants. Thin, soft material not hiding his length.
“Either you can help me, or I need you to leave the room so I can handle it myself,” Hotch quickly said, desperation on his tone.
“Do you… want… me to-to help?” You shyly questioned.
Hotch smiled with an exhale. Perfect teeth on display for the first time tonight as he closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch. Blinking open to lock into you, “Yes.”
Such a simple statement. Causing so much confusion inside you. Of course, you had been flirting back and forth for some time now. And yes the idea of seeing Hotch’s cock, especially how it fit in your hand, had your body tingling.
But what about work?
What would your coworkers say? What would your superiors say? What if this was only for tonight?
You threw caution to the wind. Choosing to have some fun with him, even if you never spoke of this again.
You crawled closer to him on the couch, Hotch’s arm wrapping around your back when you sat on your knees. One of his hands coming up to grip at your t-shirt. Pulling the collar down with his finger and looking down it. Smiling at the sight of your lightly covered breasts. Blushing at how natural his hands felt on you. Leaning in to place your lips on his neck. Breath hitching in his throat at the soft feeling.
“Did you do this with all the other girls?” You asked between kisses, genuine curiosity and a bit of shame taking over your senses.
“Of course not,” Hotch exhaled, “You know it’s only you.”
You kissed up his jugular, resting along his jawline. Hotch’s smile never left his face as you feathered your lips along his skin. Hand running strong fingers up and down your back. Your own hand gently ghosting down his front to rest on his hard cock.
Hotch’s body twitched, causing him a small amount of pain. Wincing as he squinted his eyes. “I’m so sorry—“
“Don’t be,” Hotch’s hand came up to cup your cheek. Pulling you into a passionate kiss. Lightning stimulated your nerves at his taste and feeling. Both of you humming together. Tongue slipping past your lips as it grazed your teeth. Hunger apparent by the way he held onto you. Smiling as you became overwhelmed with emotions.
“What?” Hotch asked, unable to stop himself from returning your expression. Cheeks glowing.
“I just… just wanna know what’s got you all worked up?” pressing your lips back to his as your hand outlines his shaft. Hotch’s throat tightened at your touch. Breathy and clingy.
“I’ve been locked up here, not even a second of alone time, for weeks. And when you have nothing else to do, your mind wanders. And mine kept going to the same place time and time again,” toothy grin taking over his expression as he continuing caressing your face.
You cocked an eyebrow at him, not saying anything back.
“You’re going to tell me you don’t masturbate?” Hotch chuckled, an offensive hint on his tone.
Your face flooded red as you remembered the last time you had. Remembering the image of Hotch’s body above yours, strong arms flexing on either side of your head, hips pumping into yours as he held eye contact.
“I… um— yeah, I do. I have a vibrator in my night stand,” you kissed him again. Loving how his shaft hardened against your touch.
“Hmm,” he hummed against your lips, “Wish you’d brought it with you.”
“Hotch,” you giggled, playful embarrassment in your voice.
“I know you look so pretty when you orgasm,” Hotch smiled between kisses. Your heart thumped in your chest. Overwhelmed in the best way possible. Fingers continuing to lightly rub against his length.
“Probably really pretty with your mouth around my cock too,” Hotch’s hand held onto the back of your head. Keeping your mouth against his.
“God- you are needing aren’t you?” You chuckled into his mouth. The two of you shared in making flirtatious noises. Continuing to latch onto one another’s mouths. Slowly sliding into the floor between his legs. Fluttering your lashes up at him as you leaned forward to play with his waistband.
“Please,” Hotch squinted his eyes closed. Jaw tensed and Adam’s apple bobbing.
Slowly, you helped raise his hips so that you could pull his sweatpants down his legs. Taking your time to make sure he did not have to overwork his body. Mouth watering when you saw the tent pitched in his boxer-briefs. Flattening your hands against his thighs, framing his cock.
Hotch’s hand tethered in your hair, lust blown eyes admiring you below him. Moaning when your lips pressed a kiss against his clothed member. Freeing his cock from its confides. Taking in all the details. Thick and swollen, vein running over the top side as his head leaked. Tongue licking a stripe up the underside.
Hotch rutted forward, moaning loudly as he gripped the couch for stability. Head leaned forward to watch you. Your hand gripped him at the base. Stroking upward with a twist of your wrist. Thumb swiping over the slit to collect the precum. Loving how his velvety skin felt in your palm.
Tender lips kissed along his shaft before sucking on the head.
“Oh my God,” Hotch groaned. Trying his hardest to not move. Not wanting to take away from the pleasure by causing himself pain. His brows upturned and jaw hung open as he watched you go lower onto him.
Stopping when your nose met the soft hair at his base. Gagging around him momentarily. Taste of him overwhelming any other sense you had. Your tongue flattened underneath him as you began to bob. Almost completely coming off him before going down again.
“So good,” Hotch praised breathlessly. Causing your own arousal to pool inside you. Wishing you could crawling into his lap and take his cock inside you. Knowing his body was in no shape for that kind of physical activity.
Having him squirm from your mouth would have to do for now.
Hotch looked so beautiful with his face all flushed and shoulders heaving. Chest rapidly rising and falling as he audibly breathed. Your hand came up to wrap around his base once more, allowing your lips to meet your fingers with each movement. Causing you to move much faster than before.
“Y/N,” Hotch moaned.
Feeling his cock twitch between your lips. His end was nearing. Continuing at the pace you had given him. Sloppy sounds coming from your mouth as your tongue swirled around his length.
“I’m close,” Hotch breathed out. His veins on his neck poking out as he strained back. Sounds of him whimpering and grunting was like music to your ears. Salty taste filling your mouth as he approached his finish. Twisting your wrist and going down further on him. Coaxing him to his end.
Hotch’s hand gripped the back of your hand with strong fingers as he came. Breath hitching in his throat as his jaw hung open. Looking down to watch you swallow the ropes of cum he shot into your mouth. Hand traveling down to caress your cheek when he was done. Thumb rubbing circles into your flushed cheeks.
You caught your breath as you doed your eyes up at him. Smiling as you rested your head into his hand. Licking your lips to get any remnants of him off your face.
Hotch patted the seat beside him. Instructing you to come sit with him once more. You rested your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your lower back. Grateful lips kissing your head.
Finding a position that was comfortable for you both as you rested your eyes. Engulfed by his body heat and musk. His heartbeat thumped against your ear. The day catching up with you as you relaxed.
“We can go lay in bed,” Hotch softly suggested.
You nodded. Standing to your feet to help him up. Shuffling down the hallway as Hotch limped holding onto you. Walking him over to his large mattress. Hotch smiled up at you, fingers holding onto your hand as you stood in front of him. Looking like a lovesick fool before you. Causing you to blush because it was you that had him looking like that. Smiling wider than you had ever seen him.
“Are you sure… that you want me in here? If you’d rest better, I can go—“
“Don’t even try,” Hotch grinned, pulling your hand to his lips and gently kissing. Tugging you into the bed with him. Landing directly beside him. Giggling as you snuggled under the blanket with him. Hotch’s lips kissed every piece of skin he could. Coating you in his love.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten,” Hotch’s lips finally found yours. Smiling with a soft chuckle ending his sentence.
“Glad I could help,” you scrunched your nose up with a smile. His hand caressed your cheek again, dark eyes scanning your entire face. Seeing you this close for one of the first times. Finally taking the time to look at every freckle, blemish, scar, or any other beauty mark you had. Never having had someone look at you the way he was now.
Your eyes were growing heavy. Blinking slowly until a yawn came over you. Rolling over to allow Hotch to hold you from behind. Closing your eyes as the plush of his pillows captured you.
His hand snaked around your front. Causing your chest to tighten when you felt him prying at your shorts. His nose trailed the valley of your neck and shoulder. Fingers going down the front of your panties.
“Aaron…?“
“Let me repay you,” Hotch whispered into your ear.
“You don’t owe me anything,” you sighed when his fingertips swiped over your sensitive bud.
“If I can’t fuck you, let me make you cum around my fingers,” Hotch’s deep voice vibrated into your skin. Fingers finding their way into your soaked folds. Circling them before inserting one. Causing you to arch into him and moan. A hum of approval came from him.
Curling his finger inside you as he massaged your insides. Thumb pressing into your clit. Shooting electricity through your veins. Your hand coming up to tangle in his hair. Locks lacing through your fingers. Your jaw hung open at the feeling of him adding an additional digit. Stretching you perfectly.
“Aaron,” you moaned, Hotch held your hand above your head. Fingers gently interlocking with yours while the air from his lips casted across your skin.
“Go ahead, I want to hear you,” Hotch kissed your shoulder.
You moaned at his words.
“Oh, pretty girl,” he cooed.
That familiar knot was tightening in your lower half. Hotch knew how to use his fingers. Causing your thighs to quiver and body to jolt. Sounds of him breathing filling your ears, sounding intoxicated by you. Never wanting you to leave his side.
You felt your pussy clench around his fingers. Insides growing more and more sensitive when he would hit the spongy spots.
“Are you gonna cum for me?”
You nodded aggressively. Whining as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Feeling his semi-hard cock press into your ass. Sweat dripped down your skin. Your heartbeat was in your ears as you felt your orgasm washing over you. Walls fluttering around Hotch’s fingers. Moaning his name like a mantra. Grinding down on his hand as your thighs shook.
Hotch smiled against your skin. Loving how you sounded begging and calling out to him. Wishing he could fuck you senseless. Wanting nothing more than to fill you up.
“I knew you’d look pretty orgasming,” lips kissed your cheek. You breathed heavily, grinning at his cocky voice. Rolling over to press your lips into his. Arms wrapping around his neck. Finally finding yourself the most comfortable you had been yet.
Drifting to sleep in his arms.
~~~
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Wildflower (OP81 x fem!reader x LN4)
Chapter 2
CHAPTER SUMMARY: In the aftermath of Oscar’s breakup, he realizes there’s only one thing he needs to start feeling better.
WORD COUNT: 9.4k
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI. Reader has AFAB anatomy. Rough sex (choking, biting, hair pulling), oral (m and f receiving), fingering, P in V, use of protection, praise, degradation/name calling, no aftercare (literally this entire chapter is them fucking, I’m sorry. I promise that all the smut has plot value haha). Mentions of cheating, reader is haunted by the narrative, hints of angst at the end. Also if a man treats you like Oscar treats YN in this story, LEAVE HIM.
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A/N: The amount of love that everyone has shown me on this fic has been so overwhelming. You all have ignited my passion to create again. Thank you <3
Chapter 1
Oscar stayed at your apartment for 4 days.
There was a lot to be done; Lily had to arrange housing back in the UK and move her things. At some point, Oscar would have to tell his family. Potentially, an announcement would need to be made on social media.
It felt like a to-do list, rather than the breaking of what once was something beautiful. Now, just boxes to check off.
And Oscar wasn’t up to the task of any of it; you couldn’t blame him. It was hard enough for him to eat and sleep, let alone think about the upcoming races or the logistics of the breakup.
You let him talk when he wanted, but as the days between the breakup and the present grew, he seemed to settle. The shock was gone, replaced by a void, a thick grief that weighed down on him like a ton of bricks. There were a lot of quiet moments.
Of course, you at least made sure that he had his basic needs taken care of. It was the least you could do.
On the afternoon of the fourth night, he got a text from Lily.
I’ve finished moving my stuff. Can you stop by in 15 minutes so I can drop off the keys?
You read it aloud, because he couldn’t even bear to see her words with his own eyes. He stared at the wall ahead of him.
“Do you want me to go with you?” you asked.
“No,” he said, “I’ll be okay.”
He was silent then, the only sound from him being the jingle of his own keys as he got up to leave your apartment for the first time that week. As he walked out, you exhaled, throwing out a silent wish that he’d be okay seeing her again so soon.
Oscar made the same wish as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment that only days before he’d shared with Lily. He felt like a robot in all of his movements; getting out of the car, pressing the elevator button, walking down the hall until he rounded the corner and saw her.
“Hey,” she greeted him, to which he just gave her a small nod.
“Here are the keys,” she said, and handed them to him. “I got all my stuff out, so, the apartment is all yours.”
“Where are you going?”
“Back home. For now, at least.”
“You know you didn’t have to do this. You could have stayed here. Or I could have gotten you a place here in Monaco.”
“Don’t,” Lily said, softly, as if her tone of voice could change anything about the grief that the man before he felt.
“It didn’t have to be like this, Lily,” he continued. “I told you, I’d quit it all. I’ll go to therapy. Whatever you want.”
“You’re living at her place. You’re sleeping in her bed.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Oscar.” Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes. “Let’s just wish each other the best and go on with our lives.”
“Is this really what you want?” Oscar pushed. “You really just want to throw away 5 years? Over what? I can change, Lily—”
“Goodbye, Oscar,” she said, walking away whilst he was still talking. He just watched her form get smaller and smaller down the hallway until she was gone.
There was nothing he could do but stand there. She wasn’t coming back.
Back at your apartment, dinner was almost ready. The clock on your phone told you that Oscar had been gone a little longer than anticipated.
Maybe they were talking. Hell, maybe they had made up and Oscar wouldn’t be coming back. You were never the type to worry so much, but you had to admit that your thoughts were racing a little faster than usual.
That was, until you heard your door knob jiggle and felt the vibration of Oscar’s footsteps through your entryway. You heard him sigh and sink down into the sofa, running his fingers through his hair out of nervousness.
“Food,” you softly called, walking out of the kitchen with two bowls, handing one to him. He accepted it wordlessly.
“D’you want to put on a movie or something? Or…talk about it?”
He just shook his head. So you obliged him, allowing him to have a quiet dinner.
As you ate, you admired him from across the couch. Even with his tousled hair, eye bags, and hunched shoulders, he was beautiful. And one day his smile would return—that sweet bunny-toothed smile that you had fallen in love with so many years ago.
Your love for him had changed, though. You’d never have him. You knew that. And some would call it pathetic to stay in a man’s life solely because you loved him, when he didn’t love you in the same way.
And maybe they were right. But you didn’t need the approval of others. You just needed your friend.
And from Oscar’s side of the couch, he was thankful for the silence, but he was tortured by his own thoughts. The implication of what Lily had said; you’re sleeping in her bed, as if he had gone straight to you for a comfort beyond just home cooked meals.
It pissed him off. How could she think so little of him? Accusing him of cheating, getting angry at him for wanting to spend time with his friends?
Oscar was a man that was slow to anger. But when he got pissed, truly pissed, there was only one thing that really let him get that anger out.
If Lily thought that little of him, then maybe he’d just have to prove how horrible he really was.
When dinner was done, you silently washed the dishes and cleaned up around the kitchen, stretching the sore muscles in your back and grimacing as they burned with the contractions.
“Your back hurting?” Oscar asked, leaning on the counter as you cleaned.
“A bit, yeah,” you confessed. “It’s fine.”
“I can take the couch tonight.”
“Oh no, you keep the bed. You need it before that flight tomorrow, anyway.”
“I can sleep on the plane.” He paused. “Or, you know, the bed is big enough to share.”
Your hand paused as you wiped down the counters. You didn’t look up at him. The last time you had shared a bed with Oscar was when you lost your virginity.
“I think that’s a bad idea.”
“We did it all the time when we were kids.”
“We aren’t kids anymore,” you said, reaching up to put away the clean plates. Your back burned with the stretch of your arms, and you winced.
“I don’t mean it to be weird,” he said. You let the silence speak for itself.
But when you were done cleaning up, you glanced at the couch and sighed, knowing that you really, really wanted to sleep in your warm and comfy bed.
So you slipped into the bedroom quietly, not acknowledging Oscar when you got under the covers and turned on your side, exhaling deeply as you felt the soft cushioning mold to the familiar shape of your body.
Both of you were still awake, unable to sleep with the presence of the other, filling the room with a thick tension.
“Are you still hurting?” Oscar whispered, laying flat on his back, staring into the void of the ceiling.
You, on the other hand, layed on your side facing away from him, staring into the void of your curtains that were only barely blocking out the light from the city outside. “Yeah,” you answered.
You heard him shuffle, placing his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you down to lay with your stomach against the bed. You let him, though the intimacy of the moment was…odd.
“Trust me,” Oscar assured, as if he could read your thoughts. “Relax.”
You did, letting out a long breath as he began to massage the knots in your back, firmly pressing his strong hands into the dough of your flesh.
He slid his hands under the hem of your shirt, but you did nothing to refuse the contact, having practically turned into a puddle at the relief he brought your soreness.
But when he was done, he just slid your shirt back down and sat back up in the bed, as if nothing had ever happened.
“Better?” he asked. You gave a strong exhale as you got up and stretched your arms above your head.
“So much better,” you said, giving him a soft smile.
“I’m sorry for taking your bed.”
“Don’t be.”
“I guess I’ll go back to my place when I get home from Japan,” he said.
“You can stay here as long as you like,” you assured him.
“Thank you,” he said. In the darkness, the room was only barely illuminated by the lights of the city, but you could see Oscar's frame sitting before you; his tousled hair, his broad shoulders, his perfectly sharp jawline.
Then the words came spilling out of you, in a way you couldn’t control. “I’m… so sorry, Oscar. For everything.”
“For what?”
“For ruining your relationship with Lily, for always being in the middle of everything—”
Oscar cut you off by kissing you. That familiar feeling of warmth and safety came to rest in your chest, a strange deja-vu.
“Oscar…” you whispered as he pulled away.
“You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted you there. Always.”
“Lily thought you were in love with me.”
“I know. She thought you were in love with me, too.”
You paused, looking at him again. You couldn’t see his eyes in the dark, just the faint outline of your face. But the floodgates of your honesty had already been opened.
“Was she right?” you asked.
“Was she?” he responded, putting the question back on you.
You didn’t answer. You loved him. He knew you loved him. You knew that he knew that you loved him. But you couldn’t bear to say it aloud, not knowing whether he’d say it back.
To end the silence, he just kissed you again, deeper this time, holding your waist. But you pulled back.
“We shouldn’t,” you said.
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll regret it in the morning.”
“No I won’t,” he said, kissing your neck. You inhaled sharply. “Besides, it’s not anything we haven’t done before.”
“You’re not thinking clearly, Oscar.”
“I know what I want.”
You pulled away, catching his eye in a sliver of light that snuck in between the curtains.
He continued, “I know what you want, too.”
He was right. You wanted him. And if you had really pulled away from him, he would have let you go. But he knew you wouldn’t.
So you let him bring his arms up under your shirt, holding you now with a force that was rougher, more refined, than when you were two nervous teenagers exploring each other’s bodies.
He quickly pushed you down on the bed, pressing his weight on you as his tongue slipped past your teeth to explore the warmth of your mouth. His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers, pinning you down with the tender gesture.
His lips roamed down, finding their way to your neck to leave marks as he roughly bit and sucked into the tender flesh, causing you to softly gasp. His unoccupied hand roughly gripped at your thigh, holding onto you with a frenzied lust that you’d never seen before.
All his movements were twinged with this agitated desire, as if your body could take all his anger and frustration away through just his touch.
His lips left your neck for only a moment, as he freed his hands and removed your shirt, revealing your bare chest, nipples hardened from the cool air in the room. He quickly removed his own shirt and began to fondle you, pawing at one side as he brought his mouth to suck at the other. Your head fell back on the pillow, overwhelmed at the rough sensations—Oscar’s bare skin against yours, the coolness of the room, the warmth of his wanting.
His breath got more ragged as you felt his hardness pressing against you, the full extent of his longing held back only by the fabric of his sweatpants. It wasn’t like years ago, hesitant and gentle. Now, he was dark and still devoid of any love.
But love was the furthest thing from your mind right now, your body overwhelmed with the sensation of Oscar’s hand around your neck, his fingers pressing down the side to keep you still as his other hand moved lower down to the hem of your shorts.
He slid his hand under your panties, finding your pussy, slick and already craving him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Oscar murmured.
All you could do was whimper as his fingers teased your entrance and he went back to kissing up and down your neck. It was like he couldn’t waste a second with your body, or else the reality of what you all were doing would catch up to him.
But neither of you were thinking of anything other than the growing lust you had for the other as his fingers pumped in and out of you, filling the quiet room with sinful noises.
“Fuck, Oscar,” you said, your voice breathy. “Slow down.”
“Why?” he questioned, obeying your request anyway. “You can’t handle it, huh? How are you gonna take it when I fuck you?”
“Osc…” you exhaled. All you could do was moan his name as he sped back up.
“No, you can take it, can’t you?” he taunted, his fingers sprinting in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that made your stomach burn with pleasure.
“Yes,” you whispered between breaths.
“Good girl,” he said, curling his thumb to circle your clit as he pumped his fingers faster, causing you to see stars.
The praise and the sweet burn of his touch pushed you over the edge. You threw your head back on the pillow and let out a low moan as you clenched around his fingers.
You felt him grab your chin with one hand, taking his other from your dripping pussy and forcing his fingers in your mouth. You instinctively closed your mouth around him, curling your tongue along the digits, tasting your own cum on his fingers.
His eyes traced the edges of your lips as he pulled his hand away and kissed you, mingling tastes until you forgot where you stopped and he began.
He pulled away and removed the last layers of clothing until you both were bare, shielded only by the darkness of your room.
There was no love making, no tenderness, just animalistic desire, as he wasted no time putting on a condom and sliding himself inside you with a long groan.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, leaning his weight on you as he stuffed you with every inch, filling you with the sweet burn of pleasure. “Yeah, you can take it, can’t you?”
You didn’t answer, instead balling up the sheets in your fist as he fucked you. To hold him would be too intimate.
He closed his eyes and buried his head in the pillows next to you as he desperately rutted into you, taking it slow to savor every second of blissful escape that your body could give him. You could hear every frenzied noise that escaped his mouth, and you responded in turn, doing nothing to hold back the sounds that rose from your stomach to your throat and passed through your lips.
“Oscar,” you breathed, “I’m close.” With every movement, the knot in your stomach threatened to release, flooding your body with pleasure.
Oscar sped up his pace, chasing his own release more than yours. Still, you broke, coming apart beneath him, shuddering as he continued to press in and out of you.
It wasn’t long until his own moans increased in pitch and intensity, signifying that he was nearing the edge. You rocked forward on him, fucking him as he fucked you, getting him closer quicker. The sweet friction of your bodies was too much; he pulled out and removed the condom, pumping his length furiously. He bit his lip and groaned expletives, cumming on your stomach, painting your skin with the evidence of your lust.
Oscar’s breath slowed as he rummaged around for his discarded clothing, handing you a towel to clean up. As he almost immediately re-dressed, you felt…exposed. Self-conscious. As if this wasn’t your best friend, the man you’d given your virginity to so many years ago.
You felt… used.
Even after you had dressed yourself, and both of you had turned opposite each other to get some rest, the feeling didn’t go away. Because, after all, hadn’t you used him, too?
I know what you want, he had said. You had wanted this—at least, in theory. But now, days after the love of Oscar’s life had left him heartbroken?
No, not this. This couldn’t be what you wanted. But then why had he been right?
Oscar may have said that he wouldn’t regret it, but you definitely were already.
You fell into a tense sleep, only to be awoken by Oscar’s alarm a few hours later. He groaned and slapped his hand over your nightstand to shut it off, grumbling as he turned back over and buried his face in the pillow.
You sat up, giving up on a good night’s rest, and went to the kitchen to make some tea and watch the sunrise from your balcony. You could hear Oscar from the bedroom, groaning as his snooze went off for the second time and he heaved himself out of bed.
You wordlessly handed him a mug and walked out of the kitchen to the balcony. It was too early in the morning; there would be no sunrise for another hour or so. You sighed.
“Aren’t you cold?” Oscar asked as he walked up behind you, mug in hand.
“I wanted to watch the sunrise. Didn’t realize it was still so early.” You took a sip.
“You’ll get sick if you stay out here too long.”
You hummed, relishing the warmth of the mug between your fingers. He was right—it was freezing.
“When are you flying out?” he asked.
“I’m not,” you said, staring off into the water in the distance. You took another sip. “They’ve got that new guy doing the photos this weekend.”
“You should,” Oscar said, walking forward to lean on the balcony next to you. The closeness felt like a mockery after the distance you’d felt hours before.
You let out a chuckle. “I think the new guy probably cried when we told him he’d get to do Japan. I can’t take that away from him.”
“I meant, like, with me.”
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last, that you’d gone to a grand prix as a personal guest of Oscar’s. It was something that shouldn’t be weird at all. Then why did it feel so wrong?
“I just…don’t wanna be alone,” he said as he turned his head to look at you, but you avoided his gaze.
‘I don’t know, we’re already behind on the merch orders—”
“You can work remotely.”
“Not from the pit wall,” you said, a faint smile tracing the edges of your lips.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re stubborn?” he teased. A smile came to his lips—the first smile you’d seen in days.
“Never,” you said, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Well, if you wanna turn down authentic sushi and seeing your favorite McLaren driver, be my guest.”
You cringed at the reference—ever since Lily had tried to set you up with Lando, you and Oscar had jokingly started referring to him as “your favorite McLaren driver,” even though you both avoided each other like the plague due to the awkwardness of it all.
But authentic sushi sounded great.
“You drive a hard bargain, Osc,” you laughed.
“And I drive an even better Formula 1 car. Which you could see, in Japan,” he joked, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in that familiar dry expression.
Oscar felt…normal again. And yes, you had been so busy tending to him that you had fallen behind on your work. But it was worth it, to banter with your best friend again, even if only for a moment.
“Fine,” you acquiesced. “You got me. Let me inside so I can pack, it is fucking freezing out here.”
One torturously long flight later, you were checking into a hotel in Japan with Oscar.
Since the trip had been planned so late—your ticket literally bought over the phone in the Uber on the way to the airport—the hotel was fully booked by F1 employees. You and Oscar would have to share a room.
Your stomach sank at the realization, as if you hadn’t slept with him the night before anyway.
Up in the room, as he unpacked a few of his belongings, Oscar’s phone rang. You glanced at the caller ID: Mum.
He saw it too, but ignored it, continuing to set out his clothes for the next morning.
But your phone rang, too, the same name and number, even the same caller ID. Nicole was practically your mom anyways.
“Do you want me to answer it?” you asked, and Oscar sighed.
“I haven’t told her yet.”
“I figured.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not even with her.” He slung a shirt over his shoulder, walking towards the bathroom.
“She’s not gonna stop until she gets one of us on the phone.”
“I know.”
“Do you want me to lie?
“No,” he began. He knew you. You could pull off a small white lie if you really had to, but it tortured you inside. He wouldn’t ask that of you. “I guess… do you mind telling her? I just don’t have it in me.”
“I can.”
“Thank you,” he said, giving you a flat smile, a genuine attempt at thankfulness. You just nodded and took a deep breath as you heard the shower knob turn and water droplets crash against the floor.
You called Nicole back.
“Hello, darling,” she began. “How are you?”
“I’m alright. A bit jet lagged,” you admitted.
“Where are you off to now?” she joked, a smile surely on her face.
“I’m in Japan with Oscar, actually. Kinda last minute.”
“Ah,” she said. “Are you with him now?”
“No,” you lied, unable to admit that you were currently sharing a room with her son. “I can pass it along, though?”
“Oh no, I was just wondering how he was doing.”
“Well, I can tell you, he’s not great, unfortunately. Erm… he and Lily broke up.”
“Oh, God…” she sighed, “That’s horrible.”
“Yeah,” you replied, unsure of what else to say. “I’m not entirely sure what happened. I guess they just weren’t happy anymore. He’s heartbroken, though. So, if it seems like he’s avoiding your calls, that’s why.”
“You know, I figured something was wrong. Things were just…off, when you all were here, weren’t they?”
Your heart rate increased. “Yeah, I guess they were.”
“Can I ask you something, YN?”
“Of course.”
“Did you know anything about this?” Her tone wasn’t at all accusatory or scandalous; as usual, she was kind.
“I mean, I knew they were having some problems. I think Lily wanted them to spend more time together. I never thought it’d end, though.”
Nicole hummed. She knew you couldn’t quite tell her the full truth. There was something deeper there, something from far before your visit to the Piastri family home. She’d get it from you eventually.
‘Well, I’m sure you all are busy in Japan, so I won’t hold you any longer. But tell Oscar I love him and to call me when he’s ready. And I love you too, YN.”
“Love you, Mum,” you said as you hung up the call. Her voice felt like a warm hug through the phone.
As if on cue, Oscar came out of the shower, the white towel wrapped around his waist leaving little to the imagination. He roughly tousled his wet hair in a smaller towel. God, he looked good. If it were up to you, you’d push him back on the bed and fuck him right then and there.
But something felt…wrong. You’d been with him just the night before, but an unfamiliar guilt had made its way inside of your chest and made a home there.
It didn’t make sense. You, not Oscar, had warned against it; he had worn down your carefully built defenses, the ones you’d meticulously created over the years, until no excuse could protect you from the truth anymore. Yes, you wanted him. You had wanted him for years. Every second that he had been with Lily, you had wanted him for yourself.
But you had never done anything about it. Always been respectful, reading the room, leaving when you knew you weren’t wanted. You hadn’t done anything until she finally left—and did you have every right to, then?
You guessed so. Then why did it now feel so fucking wrong?
Oscar’s voice broke you out of your spiraling. “What did she say?”
“She just wanted to check up on you. I told her.” He hummed in response. “She was asking me about it, but I didn’t really know how much you wanted to share. She just said she loves you and to give her a call when you can.”
“Thank you. For… doing that. I’m sure it was awkward.”
“It was fine,” you lied. It had been incredibly awkward—you could sense that Nicole suspected you were far more involved in the breakup than you had admitted to being. But was it really your fault? What had you done wrong? You continued, “It’s the least I can do.”
Oscar got quiet then, thinking about what, you’d never know.
“Well, I guess I promised you sushi?”
“That you did,” you replied. You were more thankful for a break in the awkward silence than the promise of dinner.
So you ended up at Oscar’s favorite hole in the wall sushi restaurant in Japan, as if nothing in the world was amiss.
Still, the feeling of something being deeply wrong, though now shoved to the back of your mind, wouldn’t leave you alone. It was odd—there had never been an F1 race in which Oscar and Lily weren’t together. Of course, she couldn’t come to every race, and with you working for him, you often ended up in positions similar to this.
But it felt like your entire world had been tinged a bizarre shade of blue, like Lily’s absence was a grief that you felt too, though you two had never been particularly close. And if you could even feel this crushing weight of her absence, you didn’t even want to begin imagining what Oscar felt.
So, you’d have to excuse the awkwardness, the quiet moments, and even his concerning desire for you last night. He must be losing his mind.
All of this, while also attempting to keep up the appearance of normalcy; he snapped a photo of you throwing up a peace sign and posted it to his close friends story, playing as if nothing was amiss.
As you ate, his phone vibrated. A message from Lando.
Oh, you all didn’t invite me? I see how it is.
The message, dripping with Lando’s usual cocky sarcasm, was typical of the Brit. On any other day, Oscar would have smiled to himself and playfully rolled his eyes at his teammate’s antics. Today, though, the message only brought forth a flood of frustration.
In the midst of Oscar’s heartbreak, something darker had been brewing; a championship battle.
He knew it was too early in the season to call. It was only the third race, and McLaren was known for the teamwork between himself and Lando. But Oscar was nothing if not competitive. You had to be, to get this far in F1.
His legacy so far has been polite teamwork. Papaya rules, or whatever the fuck the strategists wanted to call it. Getting gifted wins by Lando or giving him the wins that Oscar rightfully deserved—he was willing to do it, of course, for the team. But he couldn’t be sidelined forever in favor of the golden boy of Formula 1.
So Oscar knew that this would be his season. Lando had a close call in the 2024 season with Max Verstappen and was being hailed as the favorite for this year’s championship. But Oscar was determined. Oscar had nothing left to lose.
He was getting that championship if it killed him. And that meant that there was no more room for friends.
Oscar opened the message, just to get the notification bubble to go away, annoyed by the friendly pestering of his competitor. He left Lando on seen.
But Lando wouldn’t let his teammate get away from him that easily.
“Hey, Oscar,” he yelled ahead of him, as they walked into the paddock the next morning for media day. “Morning, you muppet,” he said, playfully clapping Oscar on the back.
“Morning,” Oscar murmured.
“Tired?” he asked. Oscar nodded. “Well, makes sense, because you were so busy going out without me. And then you had the nerve to leave me on read.”
Lando’s tone was clearly playful, but Oscar was still having none of it. “We got sushi.”
“Ewww. But as your unofficial fourth wheel, I still would have appreciated an invite.”
“It was just me and YN,” Oscar said, absentmindedly fiddling in his bag for his ID. He had truly been tired—too tired to really organize his bag before he left the hotel this morning.
“Ah. Well,” Lando smiled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”
Oscar looked up, making an unamused face at Lando. “What are you saying?”
“What? I know a side chick when I see one. But that’s none of my business, I know when to keep my mouth shut.”
Oscar yanked his pass out of his bag, zipping it up aggressively. “YN isn’t my side chick.”
“You’re in a sour mood. Did you not sleep well or something?”
Oscar wanted nothing more than for Lando to leave him alone. “No, I didn’t. Lando, you know we’re not friends, right?”
“Sure we are.”
“Outside of the track, maybe. But I’m here to beat you. Not invite you out to sushi.”
“Oscar, you’ve got to relax. You’re letting all this get to your head, mate.”
“I have somewhere to be,” Oscar said, abruptly ending the exchange there.
Lando wasn’t offended. He knew that when stakes were high, you said things you didn’t mean—God knows he had done that himself too many times to count. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something beyond just the stresses of Formula 1 racing that was causing Oscar’s hostility.
Contrary to what one might think, Oscar was actually very easy to read. And it hadn’t exactly been top secret that he and Lily were having issues. Maybe Lando had just hit a nerve with the implication that Oscar had been unfaithful.
But was he so wrong? To any outside viewer it seemed plain as day that there was something between you and Oscar that Lily seemed in denial about—at least, she had been, until Lando was caught in the crossfire during the Italy trip.
God, the Italy trip. He cringed just thinking about it. Even after clearing the air with you, he just felt so…disgusting. Not at you, but at himself, the way he had dismissed you as if you were meaningless. But what else was he meant to do, when Lily had pushed you far beyond your comfort zone, and he knew you didn’t want anything like that with him?
He hoped that you wouldn’t hold it against him. He certainly wouldn’t hold whatever Oscar was dealing with against him.
And that was fortunate, because Oscar’s foul mood followed him throughout the day, and into the next morning too. It was like the Aussie was followed by his own personal raincloud of annoyance, unable to escape his own thoughts.
He was quickly learning that, even at Formula 1 speeds, he couldn’t outrun his heartbreak.
But it wasn’t sadness that he felt. It was anger. It was determination. It was a giant fuck you to everyone and no one in particular. Gone was the polite cat, the veneer of civility and sportsmanship. He needed to win, just to feel something again.
Sessions one and two of free practice seemed promising. The third session was even better.
But before qualifying, he felt that now all too familiar feeling bubbling up within him. The pressure to perform.
He needed to get pole. He needed it.
In the paddock, he passed the commentators box. He could hear them talking about him.
“For this afternoon’s qualifying session, all eyes are on Oscar Piastri! The McLaren driver had an amazing 2024 season, and so far this year, he’s already clenched a home win. But, somehow, he has never secured pole position at any Formula 1 Grand Prix qualifying session, only having done it for two sprint races. Compared to his teammate Lando Norris, who has historically dominated qualifying…”
He couldn’t listen any longer.
He stomped back to his driver’s room, the words spinning in his head. It wasn’t just the commentators. It was Lando, it was the crowds, it was Lily.
No. Not now.
He grabbed his phone and sent a text.
You were oblivious to all of this, having spent Thursday and Friday in the hotel catching up on all your work that couldn’t be ignored for any longer. You’d come to the track today to support Oscar, and to help the new guy, who you had quickly realized most definitely wasn’t ready to be working an entire grand prix weekend on his own.
But as you once again reminded him of the most basic functions of spell check on Instagram captions, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. A text from Oscar.
Come to my room.
A second message.
I need you.
You felt your heart drop. Even if you didn’t know the details of what exactly Oscar was feeling, you could tell that it was slowly eating away at him, making him a shell of his former self.
In the few days since your last night together in Monaco, you had kept your distance, unsure of where you stood since that one regretful night. But soon, you’d find out exactly what Oscar needed from you.
You practically sprinted to his driver’s room, only knocking once before he opened the door, his face just as flushed as yours. He peeked his head out, looked both ways to ensure the hallway was clear, and pulled you by the waist into the room.
He closed the door and locked it.
In one motion, he grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall and overwhelming your senses with a fierce kiss.
You were left breathless as he refused to let you go, bringing his free hand to your chin to hold you still against him. His kiss deepened, devouring your taste, as if he’d never get another chance again.
When he finally did pull back, you could see his eyes clouded with wanting, looking you up and down like he’d die if he didn’t get more of you.
“Oh, “ you exhaled. “That’s what you needed.”
“Is this okay?”
You swallowed back your nervousness at his loaded question. “Yeah. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I just can’t fucking drive like this.”
You both held your breath as you heard a set of footsteps approaching, then fading off into the distance.
“We don’t have time. Can you do something for me?”
You nodded at him, your innocent eyes staring at him with anticipation. God, you were fucking perfect. And he was going to ruin you, right here and now.
“On your knees,” he commanded, and you obeyed.
He gently pulled your hair back before wrapping around his hands in a fist, pulling you back to look at him. “You’re so good for me,” he cooed.
But that was the end of his gentleness. He was going to prove to you how much he needed you.
You started slow, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, sinfully dragging your tongue along his sensitive tip. But there was no time for teasing.
He held your head and pushed into the back of your throat, letting out a soft, low groan as the blissful feeling of your lips around him.
“That’s it, love. You can take it, right?” he teased, and you let out a muffled “mhm” as an answer, your mouth being preoccupied with much…bigger things.
“Yeah, you take me so well, you’re so good for me,” he said, pushing your head back and forth to guide your rhythm. “Like you were made for me.”
You couldn’t help the gagging noises that came out of your mouth as you pressed your hands into his thighs for support. He hit the back of your throat, and you felt your eyes roll back from the relentless pace.
“Good little whore,” he said, his voice wavering from pleasure. “Letting me fuck your mouth in public, whenever I need it. God, fuck—”
You dug your nails into your thighs as you took every inch of him one last time, until you felt the sweet stickiness of his release coating the back of your throat. He let out one final groan as he let down your hair and fixed his race suit.
You swallowed and wiped your mouth as Oscar leaned down to kiss your cheek, an odd tenderness after the intensity of your encounter.
“I’ll see you back at the hotel, yeah?” he asked, and you just nodded as he walked out the door.
You watched from inside the paddock as Oscar got his first pole position.
Neither of the McLaren boys won the grand prix, though. Max Verstappen, in usual fashion, had to remind everyone who was the 4 time world champion and who were the two children in comparison, fighting over the shiny toy of a trophy.
A double papaya podium was good, though. That’s what you thought, at least. You’d hadn’t talked racing with Oscar in a while, knowing that it caused him more harm than good to be constantly reminded of the stakes at hand.
But after the grand prix, you couldn’t stay with him for the next two races of the triple header. You had truly been neglecting your work in favor of being there for Oscar, and you needed to focus to catch up on all the beginning of season chaos.
So, having sufficiently trained the new guy to hold down the fort in your absence, you reluctantly went home to Monaco.
But on the road, your absence hit Oscar like a ton of bricks.
He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He paced the lobby of expensive hotels like a zombie. Everything was just…wrong.
Oscar had always been the type who didn’t like to be alone. That wasn’t new. But this…thing, that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside? He couldn’t name it.
You could, though. It was heartbreak.
“I miss you,” he admitted, his voice quiet on the other side of the phone. It was the middle of the night in Bahrain, but you were just laying down for bed.
“I miss you too, Osc, but you’ve got to get some sleep.”
“I can’t. It’s too quiet here.”
“Why don’t you put on some music?”
“It’s just… not the same.”
You sighed, empathetic for your struggling best friend. “What do you usually do when you’re alone on race weekends?”
There had been plenty of weekends where neither you nor Lily were in attendance, but those days seemed foreign to him now. “I don’t even fucking remember.”
“I’m so sorry, Osc. Do you wanna…talk about it?”
He knew the “it” you were referring to. The more accurate pronoun would be “her.”
“No,” he said, the word feeling final and solid. “But has anyone asked about it?”
“No,” you echoed. “You’ll have to tell them eventually. People can tell that you’re not doing too well.”
“Great,” he sighed.
“If anyone asks, I can tell them.”
“Thank you.” He paused. “I think I’m gonna sell the apartment. Get another one.”
“It might be nice to have a new start.”
“Yeah,” he continued, “I just don’t even want to go back there. But I know I can’t keep hogging your place.”
“You can stay with me as long as you need, Osc.”
“I’d rather you stay with me. The guest room is practically yours already, anyways.”
“I could do that,” you said.
“Are you sure you can’t come out for Saudi Arabia?”
“I wish I could. But your fans order too much merch and we’re drowning in orders,” you laughed.
“Good problem to have.”
“Yeah.”
The silence on the lines was thick, an electric current running through the fragile stability of what was unspoken. The breakup, all the emotions he had refused to talk about since it happened, and the…new hobby the two of you had been indulging in. At some point it would have to be addressed.
But not now. Oscar yawned, “This is awful. I’m exhausted all the time but I can’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry,” you said. It was all you could say; it was true.
“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?”
“Of course.” You could never say no to him, even though you knew you should be focused on getting your own sleep. It was an unusual power that Oscar had over you; if anyone else asked this much of you, you would have left them a long time ago. But Oscar? You wished that you could do nothing more than hold him until it didn’t hurt anymore.
But, for now, you’d have to settle for talking him to sleep from a few thousand miles away. And, evidenced by his soft snoring, it was working wonders.
In the days before his return, it seemed like Oscar’s anxiety was rubbing off on you, even from so far away.
You couldn’t hardly sleep, always anticipating his call or texts in the odd hours of the night. You settled into an uneasy routine in his absence, your schedule practically becoming his so you were always available to call or watch his races.
On the surface, it wasn’t unusual; plenty of fans woke themselves up at ungodly hours to watch every interview or free practice session. But in light of everything else, it felt like more of a commitment.
And the fact that Oscar wanted you to essentially live with him in his Monaco apartment when he got back? Again, it shouldn’t be so odd. You would live with the Piastri family for months at a time when you were younger and your parents traveled for work.
But you knew this time it was just different. You knew you couldn’t get attached to this new life you had already begun to settle into. At some point Oscar would heal from his heartbreak, and things would go back to normal.
How could life continue as normal, though, with Lily being gone? She was so integral to the fabric of both of your lives that neither of you could imagine one without her in it.
It was this topic that came up the night before the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, on a facetime call with your best friend.
You hadn’t pushed him to talk, knowing that he’d come to you when he really needed it—and he did.
“I just…I hate being on the road, but I don’t want to go back. Being in Monaco without her just feels wrong.”
“I know. It’s weird for me too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just, you all were endgame, you know? I never imagined this would happen.”
He hummed, clearly not expecting that answer.
“I didn’t either,” he responded. “I know you said it would get better, but I can’t imagine it right now. How did you do this?”
“You want the truth?” you asked. He shifted in bed, bringing his arms up under his head to lay on them, like a child curled up next to his mother.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I ever really loved any of my exes. I was just trying to convince myself that I did.”
“I don’t believe that. Not after how devastated you were when you found out about the last one.”
You huffed at the nickname ‘the last one.’ After you discovered that your ex had cheated on you. Oscar was still so pissed that he refused to call him by his name.
“No, I didn’t love him. I think I was more upset about the fact that I had finally convinced myself that I did love him, and then he did that. I thought it was finally over, like…it was a game I had won. I tried to stay because I didn’t want to start all over with someone else. But I realized it was a waste of time, so I might as well just stay single.”
“YN, that’s…really sad, actually.”
“I guess,” you said, smiling and exhaling. “But you live and move on, right?” Through your screen you saw the faint sheen of teardrops on Oscar’s eyes. You looked away.
You continued, “But it’s different for you and Lily. You all really loved each other. I don’t know how you heal from that.”
“I don’t either.” He sniffled. “You’ve really never been in love?”
“That’s… it’s complicated.”
Even from a screen thousands of miles away, the implication of your statement was unmistakable. But you didn’t want to go there. Not now.
Someday, maybe. Someday you would be able to tell Oscar directly to his face that you had been in love with him for nearly a decade.
But first, he had to come home.
When he landed in the airport in Nice and caught an Uber to his apartment in Monaco, heartfelt confessions of love were the last thing on his mind.
Lando had won the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. Oscar was now losing.
He couldn’t win them all. It was the beginning of the season. He was going through a rough time. All these excuses swirled around his mind. And that’s what they were—excuses. He hadn’t performed. He needed to be better.
He didn’t want to be better right now, though. He wanted to go home and collapse in his bed and sleep for a week straight. But his apartment would be cold and empty without Lily there.
Well, at least he’d have you.
And since you knew coming back would be hard for him, you had gone out of your way to make his homecoming easier. Using your spare key, you moved a few things into the guest room, did his laundry, lightly cleaned up, and had his favorite dinner set up and ready on the table with a lit candle rounding out the cozy scene.
He thought he might cry tears of joy when he walked in and saw what you had done.
Still, it was…different. When he would come home to Lily the house felt more lived in. Now it was clean and cozy, but too much so, evidence that the once binding force of the apartment’s atmosphere was gone.
He wasn’t complaining though. Few people were lucky enough to come home to a clean home and a warm meal made by someone who loved them. And after the dinner, he certainly wanted to make his appreciation known.
“The least I can do is return the favor,” Oscar said, leaning against the wall behind you as you cleaned up the remnants of the meal.
You playfully scoffed. “Since when do you cook or clean?”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing his lips to your neck.
“Um…oh,” you exhaled, unsure of what to make of his advance, but nevertheless relishing his touch.
“You’ve just been so good to me,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
“I’m just…being a good friend.” Your voice was breathy and tense.
“Do you not want to?” he asked, spinning you around to look at him.
“Well I just—” you exhaled, looking away from him. God, yes, you wanted him. Under eye bags and messy hair, depression and vulnerability, you wanted all of him. “In your apartment?”
“Would you rather I fuck you out on the street?” he joked. You would have smiled wider if you didn’t know that he was intentionally dodging the implications of your question.
You couldn’t not bring it up, though. “In her apartment? In her bed?”
Oscar’s expression got colder. “It’s my apartment. She took all her shit and left.”
“It just feels wrong. I mean, Oscar, what are we doing?” You hadn’t intended for this conversation to happen now, but you both knew it was inevitable.
“What we are doing is talking, when there are far better things our mouths could be occupied with,” he answered. “But if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
He pulled his arm away from your waist and turned away from you, but you couldn’t bear it. The thought of him sleeping alone broke your heart.
So you pulled his arm back and hissed him rough. He pushed you back into the counter, asserting dominance, as one hand came up to wrap itself around your neck and the other snaked its way underneath your shirt.
“Jump,” he instructed, and you hopped up onto the counter and he took off your skirt and panties before spreading your legs apart.
“I owe you one, no?” he teased before his mouth found your clit and sucked.
“Fuck, Osc,” you said, putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.
“Stop that,” he said, pulling your hand down before bringing his lips back down to your pussy.
“Osc, I’m trying to be quiet and you’re making that….very difficult,” you said.
“Quiet? If the neighbors aren’t putting in noise complaints after I’m done with you, then I’m doing something wrong,” he laughed.
You all never made it to the bedroom, too caught up in the moment to even move a few rooms away. He fucked you right there on the counter, whispering filthy nothings in your ear.
“My perfect little toy, aren’t you? Disgusting little girl,” he moaned. “Wanted me so bad you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. How long have you wanted me to fuck you like this? Days? Weeks? Years?”
You couldn’t even respond, too lost in the heavenly feeling of him filling you with every inch.
“God, you’re fucking filthy. I know how badly you wanted this, for so long. Fuck,” he moaned, “I’ll take care of it now. Just let go, cum for me.”
You obeyed.
But later that night, as he slept next to you, his words haunted you. It wasn’t the degradation—you liked that—but the deeper implication. He fucked you on the counter that he and Lily had once made dinner on together. You slept in her bed, next to her boyfriend. And he knew that you had wanted him so badly for so long. He teased you with it.
But you had never done anything, right? Oscar was right—he wasn’t her boyfriend, he was her ex. This wasn’t her apartment, not anymore at least. She had left.
Then why didn’t the guilt that was now eating you alive leave with her?
That guilt, powerful as it was, wasn’t enough to keep you from fucking Oscar on every surface of that God-forsaken apartment. You both were insatiable, and soon enough, the sounds of your pleasure echoed through every room, every day.
Her counter. Her kitchen table. Her couch. Her shower. Her bed.
The entire place, though now devoid of her belongings, was still Lily’s. And you were defiling it.
But you couldn’t stop. The feeling of Oscar’s hands wrapped around you, his lips on yours, was like a drug. You had waited so fucking long to have him—in every place, in every way. So why did it make you feel like you were going to puke every time you thought about it for too long?
And the question that you and Oscar were still avoiding hung thick in the air.
What are we doing? The unanswerable question still haunted you.
As good as his touch felt, you knew it was wrong. And eventually, you’d have to talk.
It seemed that you weren’t the only one with that question.
After another night tangled between the sheets with Oscar, he checked his phone. A call from his mother. Fuck.
He had been avoiding her for weeks now. He couldn’t do it any longer.
While you cleaned up in the shower, he finally gathered up the courage and called her back.
“Hi mum,” he greeted as she immediately answered.
“Well hello, son. It’s nice to finally hear from you,” Nicole replied, her voice tinged with annoyed sarcasm.
“I’m sorry. There’s just been a lot going on.”
“I know. I talked to YN a while ago.”
“Yeah, I told her she could tell you. She’s, um, been helping me out a lot lately.”
“That’s good. How is she doing?”
“Oh, great,” he said. It was true. Oscar was making sure you were well taken care of, to say the least.
“Been spending a lot of time with her?” his mother asked, bringing his thoughts back down to earth.
“Yeah, she’s been helping me a lot with the apartment. I’m probably gonna sell it, but all the paperwork is ridiculous. I don’t have the time of energy for any of it,” he sighed.
“That’s not what I was getting at, Oscar.” He could hear his mother’s frown through the phone.
“What?”
“You seem to have her around quite a lot for a man who’s newly single, don’t you?”
“It’s not like that, mum.”
“Oscar, do not lie to me.”
He sighed. “God, mum, I am not with YN! I would never do that. She’s just a friend. Besides, I don’t think I ever want to date again.”
From behind the closed door of the bathroom, you heard him. You stopped in your tracks.
Nicole refused to give it up. “I raised you better than this, Oscar.”
“Seriously, mum?”
“Under the assumption that you’re being entirely honest, which I know for a fact you’re not, you know damn well how that girl feels about you.”
“How are YN’s feelings my problem?” Your ear pressed to the bathroom door, you heard every word. You thought your legs were going to give out.
“Son, I know you must be heartbroken. But don’t do that to her.”
“I’m not doing anything. And thanks for asking how I’m doing, mum. A scolding is actually the perfect thing I need after the love of my life just up and left me a month ago.”
“Don’t get that tone with me—”
“I’ve got to go.”
“Fine. Do you think you’ll be able to come home at all before the summer?”
“I don’t know, mum. I’ll call you later.”
The two hung up the call, and you heard Oscar huff as he put his phone back on the nightstand. You didn’t want to come out of the bathroom. In fact, you didn’t even want to be in this apartment, or the principality of Monaco, or on the same planet as Oscar Piastri right now.
But where else would you go? Your own apartment, the one that he had purchased? Back to his family’s house in Australia?
Where else was home?
Once, you had hoped that home would be Oscar’s arms. All you wanted now was to be held by him. But there was never much tenderness from him after your lovemaking. He always just turned over to the other side of the bed and fell asleep.
And that’s what he did now, clearly grumbling to himself about the phone call, though you didn’t say anything about what you’d heard.
You sighed, a noise of frustration rather than contention. Oscar just ignored you.
You grabbed your own phone off the nightstand, hoping to distract yourself in work or endless scrolling.
But while Oscar didn’t want to talk to you, it seemed someone else did. Your eyes glanced over the screen:
Accept message request from Lando_Norris?
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2 weeks post op (fat transfer to hips and butt) 💞 I asked my surgeon to copy the shape of my butt and hips when I was close to my high weight, and he nailed it! 😍
I’m over the moon happy to have my ass back!! 🤣 he left a good amount of fat on my tummy as well, it’s hard to tell under the compression but I still have a cute belly hang and it compliments my big hips so nicely!
It literally could not have turned out better, I’m so excited to get back to my glute workouts and gain a little more fat on top of it so it really looks like the pics on the right 🥵
Over the past few days it’s settled into more and more like the shape I had at my higher weights, makes sense because it’s all my own fat and my body remembers the way it used to carry weight there. Good shit! 😚 it’s cool how once it’s healed, it will respond to weight gain (and loss) just like my natural fat would.. so you won’t catch me losing a single more pound lol
If you’re wondering what changed, this is my ass before the fat transfer 😳 and yes I did glute focused weight training NON STOP for 6 months beforehand.. it wasn’t gonna get any bigger by itself lol
I can’t even begin to express how happy I am to see it restored to its former fat perky glory 🤣💞
My first 3 clips with my new butt will be an rapid ass weight gain focused vore video, a roleplay where swallowing POV’s cum makes my ass rapidly fatten, and a roleplay involving rapid ass enlarging cream (filmed part 1 of each before surgery, filming part 2 when I’m healed and it’ll be edited into one clip).
I plan to do some brand new enema, marble swallowing, vore, giantess, inflation and burping content as soon as I’m healed (I could never make mainstream porn sorry guys, plenty of other big booty girls for that lmao).
This THURSDAY at 5pm EST I’m going to be streaming on twitch to raise money for the American Red Cross for disaster relief, they are helping evacuees & victims of the wildfires this month in Los Angeles💔 if you wanna see my butt in video (it looks even better in motion somehow trust me) come to my stream and I’ll match all donations myself 💕
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hi. I like ur writing. bye.
ok, i never realized from your blog if you only write nsfw or not, soo….. if u do. PARDON ME PLEASE.
can u please write something like headcanons namgyu as your boyfriend. and if you want, you can add some smut. (sorry if it's spelled weird, i'm like, not a native english speaker lmao)
boyfriend!namgyu headcannons ♡
hi lovely thank u for the request! your spelling is great ♡ ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙
boyfriend!namgyu who is pure stoner bf energy :3 namgyu who comes home, eyes all red and puffy, and overly clingy. placing his hands on your shoulders and grinning hazily while never breaking eye contact with you.
boyfriend!namgyu who will smoke you out, convincing you that it will work much quicker if you shotgun the smoke from his lips (it won’t.) he just wants to kiss you. boyfriend!namgyu who cradles your face so sweetly and so gently in his rough calloused hands.
boyfriend!namgyu who’s the silliest guy ever. people always presume him to be scary due to his hardened exterior, but really, he’s like your golden retriever. intensely loving and hyperactive. he owns a black cat, who is the antithesis of how he acts- quiet and sleepy, but he thinks it works quite well.
boyfriend!namgyu who always has to be touching you, wether it’s a hand lazily slung around your waist when someone stares just a little too hard, or an intertwined hand under the table, his fingers stroking up your arm.
we already know boyfriend!namgyu paws his sweater over his hands and it is soso cute to me, but also imagine namgyu who purposely buys bigger sweaters, not so he can coddle his hands in the soft material but so you can steal them and have you practically drown in the warmth.
boyfriend!namgyu who is so touchy when no one else is around. he can’t sleep without you, and will wake up if you even try to get up and out of his grasp. he’ll make a noise of disagreement, a sleepy whine almost, and tug your body back.
boyfriend!namgyu who overheats very quickly. he is like your own personal furnace, serving as a super satisfactory fix against the cold in the winter, and dread in the summer. boyfriend!namgyu who doesn’t let you pull away when you wake up a mess of intertwined, sweaty bodies, but instead just pulls you tighter to his chest, his (comforting) breathing like fire against your neck.
boyfriend!namgyu who has a constant sex drive, who is never fully satisfied. boyfriend!namgyu who ravishes your gooey pussy like it’s his last meal, and convinces himself (and you) that he could eat you like this for hours. you don’t doubt it.
he loves feeling up your pussy. if you’re watching a movie, boyfriend!namgyu will sneak a hand down the hem of your flimsy shorts, and massage the lips of your pretty pussy, sliding down your folds until you’re a dripping and whining mess.
he’ll then finger fuck you right there on the couch, whispering sweet nothings, a harsh contrast to the way his pounding and curling them inches deep inside of you, and it’s soso good and your cumming for him hard.
boyfriend!namgyu who’s cock hits all the right spots that have you mewling and shaking for him. if your body gets to curl away as he’s pounding you into next week, he won’t allow it. he’ll fold your legs up to your chest and hold you in the place, also allowing for easier access into your sickly sweet cavern.
boyfriend!namgyu who moans into the crook of your neck as he’s deep inside of you, pressing a hand down against the outline of his cock against your stomach hitting your cervix. the sight has him fumbling and his brain going hazy, dropping his body wait onto yours as he fucks you missionary.
and when he comes, you swear you’re seeing white. quite literally. he cums so much that your questioning how he’s not exhausted. (he is. he just lives to please you.)
#namgyu x reader#nam gyu x reader#squid game smut#squid game#squid game 2#dae ho squid game#namgyu squid game#thanos#nam gyu#player 124#player 230
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ꨄ OUT WITH ALL THIS DRAMA ꨄ
let’s leave this shit once and for all
i feel like i’ve seen so much drama on my timeline this week when i don’t see that i’ll see people complaining about the drama or feeling discouraged. There have been so many losers prepping out of the cracks to start drama.
And i just wanted to say shit doesn’t have to be bad if we choose to make it good
To my lovely bloggers and to those who are just in the community, let the haters talk to themselves. Utilise that block button and that “delete reply button”. Blocking doesn’t mean they won and that you’re scared, it doesn’t validate their suspicions.
You know who you are
You don’t owe anyone shit
Those who make a whole account to expose people when they haven’t manifested their dream lives is dumb asf. And it will show when they’re still here in 2027 still holding their conspiracy theories under their belt along with misery and “proof”. And it will DEFINITELY show when it’s all said and done and they have more exposing posts on others than they do success stories.
And they’ll be the same ones talking about how they miss the “old loa tumblr with the lack of drama” yet you’re bringing the drama? That’s like saying “i miss my red nails” and then painting them blue every time i get them done. It makes no sense. The same ones who are obsessed with talking about how drama free the old loa/void tumblr was are the same ones indulging in the drama. Let them parade around the old loa/voidblr they loved so much and the “peaceful environment” it says a lot about the fact that they are actively contradicting the peace which they once loved so much
∘˚ 𖦹𓏲 ⌨️ 𓆸 ∘˚
Personally? All i’ll say is making a whole tumblr page dedicated to a coke rant is insane 💀💀.
Protect your peace and block, delete that reply, delete those asks don’t give them your time of day.
Every community has its ups and downs but: THIS PLACE DOESN’T HAVE TO BE TOXIC IF YOU LOOK AWAY
Look away from them and let’s focus on what we’ve always been focused on, uplifting each other, sharing success, having fun. Let them talk to themselves and validate each other in these delusions, they’ll be in their sad corner like
“THEY BLOCKED ME, THEY CONFIRMED MY SUSPICIONS, IM RIGHT AHD THEYRE SO SCARED”
anyway…
You don’t owe anyone pictures
You don’t owe anyone a response or a conversation
Share that success story, you deserve to share it.
You know who you are, you are “I AM” and you NEVER have to prove yourself.
Yes there are liars out there, i’m not stupid. But what these people don’t understand is that they’re discouraging people who actually have successes from sharing because they don’t want to be harassed for pictures they don’t want to share.
And to those feeling discouraged, just know that some people are really bored, this is all they have going for them. 2025 is the year where you’re gonna get everything, lets focus on that, apply, remember you already have everything you want. Don’t let weirdos brake your confidence.
The drama is non existent anymore, if we look away and take our awareness away from them: they don’t exist.
Being this community i think we all know by now that life is what you make of it, literally. So just know this community can be fun if we make it so!!
ꨄ OUT WITH THE DRAMA AND IN WITH THE LEVELLING UP PLEASE ꨄ
hope everyone’s doing well, let’s get back on track
#let the weirdos talk to themselves#nice little reset#salemlunaa#shiftblr#reality shifting#shifting#permashifting#void state#loa#law of assumption#success story#the void#void concept#respawning#i am state#god state#the void state#void#voidstate#void state tips#shifting awareness#pure consciousness#shifting consciousness#loablr#loa tumblr#desired reality
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I joined the school band in middle school, but in high school they required marching to be in the band. I put up with the summer training even with a painful foot and literal stress dreams about getting yelled at by my section leader. The first day of school where I had to rush out of school at the end of the day to go to a podiatrist who told me the reason my foot hurt so much at band practice was because it was sprained, then rush from the podiatrist to band practice, where I realized that the long sleeve tee I was wearing that day didn't mix with an August evening field practice, especially marching on a wrapped, sprained foot. I emailed the band director that I had never wanted to march, tried to put up with it for the summer, but this was not for me and if I have to march to be in band then I quit the whole band.
So the next day he told me in band class that he'd seen how good a player I was and offered for me to continue with class practices and concerts but not the marching practices, football games, or marching competitions. I agreed, and also joined the after school lower level jazz band as planned. Though I was surprised in the winter when I was still obligated to play pep band for the basketball team because there was no marching, but going to basketball games was fun and it turned out to be my favorite of the music they had us play, since I found concert band music uninspired and the jazz band gave us music that wasn't the kind of swing and big band style I wanted to play.
For the winter concert set, the director asked me, "hey, you're my best trombonist in this grade level, and the tuba section isn't so hot, could you learn tuba and play with them on one of our pieces to help shore them up?" The similarities between trombone and tuba end at "they are both bass clef brass". I didn't just have to learn a new kind of controls (slide vs valve), I had to learn to read a completely different register (the low end of a trombone's range is at the bottom of the bass clef staff, the highest a tuba can get is just barely into the bottom of the staff). By looking up and writing down the fingerings and staying after school twice a week for extra practice with no assistance, I was able to perform my one piece at about the same level as the rest of the "not so hot" tuba players.
By the end of my freshman year, I decided that the music wasn't fun and I wanted to put my time into plays and academic competitions. When I told the director I wouldn't be back the next year, he asked me if I'd reconsider if he told me I didn't have to march next year. I had been assuming this was a given, so I absolutely was out if I had to renegotiate a marching exemption every year. They still made me play graduation, which was the first time I wore a marching uniform and the last thing I ever did with school band.
After leaving the band I briefly practiced with a quartet from church, and spent years in the church choir. I tried to get into the drama program but the drama director never seemed to like my acting. I got into a musical as a one scene soloist, didn't know the drama director expected us to have our parts solid the week before opening, and since I wasn't rock solid then, she gave my part to someone else for the Saturday and Sunday matinee shows and just had me do the Friday preview for teachers and parents and the Saturday night show. I was perfect on the night and the other guy who only had a week to learn a whole new solo told me he was awful. I never got cast in a school production again after that show, but I did a lot of acting in the annual church dinner theater productions and other acting opportunities at church.
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ib by toji's version of this post by @reignpage, no reader gender specified - can be read as male/female/gn whatever!!!! toji & reader are in an established relationship [of your choice - dating/marrried].
“fucccckkk, yeah—right there. harder. deeper, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. put y'er whole weight into it.”
“jesus fucking christ, could you two keep it down?” gojo groaned, dramatically pressing a pillow over his face as yet another loud, guttural moan echoed through the walls. megumi, sitting cross-legged on the couch, shot him a disgusted glance. “can you not involve jesus in this?”
"yeah, it’s already bad enough we can hear it, don’t make it worse with religious guilt," nobara added, stuffing popcorn into her mouth. yuuji, however, looked oddly concerned. “but… doesn’t he sound like he’s in pain?”
a particularly loud moan rattled the walls.
megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. “i hate that you’re making me say this, but maybe that’s how he likes it.”
gojo shot up from his seat. “that’s it! i’m putting an end to this.”
“sensei, for the love of god, don’t—”
but gojo was already marching toward the room, righteous fury in his steps. he didn’t just suffer through one interrupted scene of legally blonde—oh no, this had been going on for the entire movie, and he was at his limit.
with zero hesitation, he slammed open the door.
“okay, first of all—what the actual fu—”
his words died in his throat. because instead of whatever soul-scarring image he had prepared himself for, he found you walking on toji’s back.
literally.
you had one foot pressing into his shoulder blade, the other digging into his lower spine, your arms outstretched for balance.
toji, lying face down on the futon, groaned as you applied more pressure. “ah—fuck, yeaahhhh, right there.”
gojo blinked once.
twice.
thrice.
“...what the hell am i looking at.”
you turned your head lazily. “a deep tissue massage?”
toji, still lying flat on his stomach, grunts. “the fuck d'ya want?”
gojo raises a shaky hand. “i—i don’t know what’s worse. the fact that i thought you were getting absolutely railed into next week, or the fact that i thought you were the one getting railed into next week.”
your eye twitches. “i’m giving him a massage.”
“is that what you kids are calling it nowadays?”
“oh my god—”
“so you admit this is weird,” gojo snaps, pointing aggressively. “like, i came here to tell you to shut the fuck up, ‘cause i can’t hear reese witherspoon’s iconic ‘what, like it’s hard?’ line over your sex noises—”
“not sex noises,” you interrupt.
“—and what do i find? you stepping all over toji like a goddamn cockroach. i don’t know if i should be relieved or more disturbed.”
“ever had a slipped disc before, six eyes? feels like god’s punishing you for every bad thing you’ve ever done,” toji grumbled, his voice muffled against the futon. “this is the closest i’ve gotten to enlightenment.”
you pressed your heel into a particularly stiff knot. toji let out an obscene moan.
gojo recoiled like he’d been physically struck.
“nope. nope.” he turned on his heel, immediately exiting the room. “i don’t know if this is better or worse than what i thought i’d see, but i’m not sticking around to find out. i think i’d rather have walked in on you two fucking.”
yuuji, megumi, and nobara watched as he returned to the couch, sat down in complete silence, and resumed watching legally blonde.
“…so?” nobara asked, nudging him.
gojo simply popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and said, deadpan, “megumi was right. he likes it rough.”
#works ★#jjk crack#jujutsu kaisen crack#gojo crack#satoru gojo crack#toji crack#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk headcanons#jjk scenarios#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#toji scenarios#fushiguro toji x you#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x y/n#toji x reader#toji x you#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you
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HIII!! If it's not a bother, can you maybe write headcanons for toxic!Se-Mi with a naïve!reader? No rush or anything
✧₊⁺ i'm addicted to you
✦ synopsis: how can the person that makes you the happiest be also the one that makes you the most miserable? ✦ content: MINORS DNI, toxic!se-mi x naive!reader, cheating, angst, a bit of smut ✦ authors note: hiiiiii!! tysm for ur request!! i hope u like it!!!
⠄⠂☆ listen. it was your fault. you smiled too much and too often at her, haven't you heard her reputation?
⠄⠂☆ it all started like a normal friends to lover.. relationship? to you, everything she did was magical and romantic.
not to your best friend tho.
"she's cheating. i don't know how you don't see it?" you stared with your big doe eyes as you shook your head no.
"she says she loves me, you don't cheat on someone that loves you"
"you're dumb if you think she's only fucking with you, clearly she's not even ready to be in a relationship!"
"she said she had a traumatic experience with ex-relationships before! that's why she didn't asked me to be her girlfriend yet"
and she stares at you as she sighs.
⠄⠂☆ se-mi does NOT let you touch her phone. she tells you that she's afraid of her phone breaking because she has too many memories with her grandma there:( ?????? and you believe her ???????? she actually means 'nudes from other girls' btw..
⠄⠂☆ you're so down bad she's literally screaming it to your face. ur blind tho..
lover<3: hey babe
lover<3: this urs?
[lover<3 attached an image]
no.. i dont own any red lingerie???
me: oh. it's not.
me: se-mi?
lover<3: fuck, i was fighting with my sister. it's hers, i hate when she leaves her shit on my room :(
it's not. she doesn't have a sister.
you believe her tho.
me: ohh hshshdj, you scared me:(
lover<3: i only have my girl ;)
she doesn't. she says that to every single one of her girls.
⠄⠂☆ she gets bored eventually and leaves you. and you're sobbing and asking for an explanation but all she gives you it's a quick:
lover<3: its not u its me. promise. ur just 2 much sometimes and i think we should just see other people :)
lover<3: it wasnt that serious tho, we weren't dating
lover<3: but im down if u still want my fingers inside of u hshdj
⠄⠂☆ you block her. although you end up unblocking her at night, texting her you'll let her be more free.
but she's rancorous, so she blocks you for almost 2 weeks. wants to leave her girl yearning a little..
⠄⠂☆ until she checks your Instagram, and your last post is a girl hugging you from behind and a picture of this girl holding a coffee cup.
what the fuck???? who's that bitch???
naaah shes unblocking you and spamming your phone REAL fast until you answer.
se-mi: what the fuck???
se-mi: fucking answer
[missed call from se-mi]
se-mi: im so fr if u dont pick up rn ill go get u, ik that coffee shop
[missed call from se-mi]
⠄⠂☆ the amount of calls she left are ridiculous, when you decided to pick up your phone to text your mom you're like ????
me: oh! hi!
me: its my best friend! we're hanging out a bit, she said i looked a bit down since u blocked me....
se-mi: i dont believe u
se-mi: if shes ur best friend leave her and come over
se-mi: i miss you so much princess
⠄⠂☆ and you fall.
there you are, you left your best friend to go ride her cock.
she fucks you so good it's disgusting how much of a whore it makes you
"fuuuck" she moans as she sees you squirm while riding her black strap. your tits bounce and your nails scratch her back, your head thrown back from pleasure.
"s-soo deep" you whimper, cock drunk.
"yeah? bet no one fucks you like i do baby" she says, slapping your face as your eyes roll back from how deep she is.
it's true tho. no one does.
⠄⠂☆ when you actually get serious and decide to finish things off??? like you for real have an entire speech and everything, you've talked to your best friend, you've decided you two are no longer gonna fuck, you practiced, you have literally done it all??
there she is, on your fucking door with your favorite flowers, a necklace with her initial on it (you talk too much about taylor swift and that one song), she even set up a picnic date???
she's being so romantic
and you just can't bring yourself to do it.
⠄⠂☆ and then everything is back to normal.
me: can we see eachother today??
se-mi: idk
me: oh, thats fine! tomorrow maybe? we could go tooo a picnic date again!
se-mi: uhh ill see, idk
⠄⠂☆ she can't btw. she already has a hookup for tonight and she's gonna be soo tired from it tomorrow.
⠄⠂☆ and finally on thursday, she goes to your house!
and everything is so good again, sex is amazing and she falls asleep right after, worn out.
and a lot of messages start popping.
the dumbass doesn't even hide the notifications, so you open one.
em: need u so so bad daddy
[em attached an image]
em: missing ur fingers. make me beg??
⠄⠂☆ and when she's awaken by your sobs, she doesn't even have to ask what happened. she knows.
"baby, let me fix it. please" she begs as you keep sobbing. "princess please, you're just being a cry baby. we'll be fine."
she rolls her eyes as she kneels, besides you.
"hey, it didn't meant anything to me, i swear"
⠄⠂☆ and then you actually kick her out??? she's speechless.
⠄⠂☆ you don't talk to her for one day, a week?? what the fuck is wrong with you??
⠄⠂☆ and just when you think you're doing better...
[se-mi attached a video]
se-mi: you're missing out ;)
"you're such a good girl" se-mi says, the video shows her spanking a girl as the blonde moans, in all fours.
"my pretty girl" she uses your nickname on her as she thrusts. you bite your lip to try and hold the tears.
she's disgusting.
⠄⠂☆ and another week goes by. she actually begins to.. miss you? like.. not enough to stop fucking around, but she's only fucking girls that look like you!
hey! at least she can only cum if she thinks it's you eating her out instead of them!
⠄⠂☆ and it's been a month, and she still texts you. but you don't reply.
good girl!
until you meet someone new, and she's beautiful, and she's so nice, and she actually treats you like a person? she has time for you and it's not only night hang outs???
so you give her a chance, and you were so right!
until the sex comes.
and everything is soft, gentle and caring.
and you fucking hate it.
⠄⠂☆ so much, that you answer that text.
se-mi: is it true??? ur fucking w her??
se-mi: istg if i find out you have a new girl im gonna fuck ur brains out in front of her baby
se-mi: you know you can't live without me
se-mi: you're my girl
me: come over tn
se-mi: wait-
se-mi: ur fr??
⠄⠂☆ and you're so for real.
she's making your brain all fuzzy as she tightens the grip on your throat while you're riding her.
she pushes you into bed and thrusts into you until you become putty in her hands. she's pouding so hard your eyes roll back.
and she fucks you dumb, because no one can do it like she does.
and the tears fall, but you don't know if it's because she's doing it so good or because you know she won't be here in the morning.
and it's so intoxicating that you're coming undone on her cock.
⠄⠂☆ and now we start all over again.
#se mi x reader#player 380 x reader#se-mi x reader#player 380#se-mi#se mi#squid game#squid game 2#lesbian#se mi squid game#wlw
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#i think about this a lot!!#the people currently at the manor vs the ones who live nearby vs the ones who live far away#there's a different way that changes a relationship!!#when my oldest sister moved out we almost never saw her any more and it made me feel oddly like#I have to treat her like an adult now? like something changed#I felt the same love I felt but it presented differently#meanwhile everyone at home was piling up memes and inside jokes and she felt like an outsider#mind it's a very dysfunctional family and I don't live with them anymore - in fact I now live with my oldest sister#but I think that still counts#I like to think Tim isn't around the manor a lot even though he could go any time#but he DOES highly value his family and I'm sure he invites them for movies or to go out for meals or whatever regularly#especially once he's been with bern a while and that'll make him want bern to connect with his family too#dick's literally in another city my guy visits FOR his siblings but he's not coming to gotham for nothing#damian's forlornly missing dick all the time and dick's not actively seeing Dami maturing#but duke's kind yet absolutely blunt personality mirrors Damian's and he gets to watch AND assist in his growing up#tim sees it happening when they all meet up to hang out and he's lowkey a rascal so Damian gets a bit of brotherly play with him#but the kids living at home are just going to have a different sort of relationship#i love to think of damian duke and cass' escapades at the manor yk I think about it often#tim's desire to be his own person and live alone rn VS missing out on all the inside jokes 💔#damian vs I hope these guys wait until I'm older before they leave me alone here#I ended up yapping HAHA
right?? this is all so true, when my oldest sibling moved out, it was like he had disappeared- no contact, even though we talked every week or smth, and the relationships are just gonna be different! I love the idea of Cass, Duke, Damian and Tim being a little demonic gremlin group to Bruce, and oh my heart damian asking duke not to leave for college because he doesnt want to be alone, he only just got used to having siblings he doesnt wanna go back to being alone, ahhh😭🤧 anyway yeah dont worry about the yapping i loved it <333!!!
I have this headcanon that Duke is like… the only person who can shit talk Damian to his face and everyone else is flabbergasted bc like- its damian, but Duke lives with the guy and actually has no chill, so Damian allows it because… Duke’s like… his closest brother because they live together.. like-
Damian: *scowling around at people at a very important social event* Dick: *trying to get him to smile* Duke: *flatly, snaps his fingers twice in Damian’s direction* Fix your face Critter Dick: *ready to hold Damian back if he attacks* Damian: *bats Duke’s hand away, but smooths out his expression and almost looks… normal* ~ Duke and Jason: *having a discussion* Damian: *walks in* D+J: *laugh* Damian: What am I missing? Duke: *without missing a beat* a few inches of height Jason: *agog* Damian: *rolls eyes* ~ Robin: I need to get to the top of that wall Signal: You do? Damn. Thats a shame. *whistles* Damian: *scowling* Duke: Do you have something to ask, short stack? Dick: *ready to intervene on Duke’s behalf* Damian: *through gritted teeth* Could you help me up the wall, Signal? Please. Duke: *smirks. Yeets him up* Dick: *gagged* Bruce: *used to it, sighs*
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Jinx new friend
Masterlist
Note : Jinx and Isha deserved more time together 😢 Hope you like it 😉
Warning : None
Content : Fluff and a bit of angst ? (I'm not sure)
Pairing : Jinx x Fem Reader, Isha x Fem Reader (platonic)
Summary : Jinx is not alone when you come home
You were walking through the streets of Zaun with your head down, a hood covering your hair, passing through the less frequented streets and making sure not to attract anyone's attention.
You held tightly to the bag you had brought, now filled to the brim; it was a bit heavy, but it was worth it.
You were coming back from Piltover, where a small festival was taking place, in the city and the opportunity was too good to miss.
Generally, you didn't go to Piltover often, but today you had a very specific reason: to find a gift for your girlfriend, Jinx.
With Jinx's face plastered on every wall in Zaun and Piltover, you had agreed that it was better for her to keep a low profile for a while.
Jinx didn't always stay in your hideout; she often wandered the streets of Zaun but she made sure not to be noticed.
Jinx hadn't been doing very well lately. Accidentally killing Silco had really affected her. She stayed in bed for a week without getting up. Every time you returned from a trip through the streets of Zaun, she would drag you to bed, lay her head on your chest, and stay there without moving for several hours, allowing you to run your fingers through her hair.
Sometimes her nightmares were so intense that her screams would wake you up. In those moments, you would take her in your arms and spend long minutes comforting her, and often she would end up falling asleep in your arms.
That's why you had taken advantage of this day to give her a gift: in your bag was an adorable all-white cat plushie, and you had immediately known that Jinx would love it.
She was surely going to cover it with all sorts of colors, and you didn't mind at all; you loved seeing her have fun drawing on everything and anything. It always made her happy, and seeing her like that made you happy too.
You descended the hidden staircase that led to your hideout, hearing Jinx long before you saw her.
-What am I going to do now? It's not like I could chase you away, you'd just end up alone. Who would take care of you ?
You thought she was still talking to her voices. It happened to her often lately, surely because of Silco's premature death. But the more you heard her, the more it seemed like she was talking to a real person.
You placed your bag at your feet and removed your sweatshirt, freeing your braid from the hood, and let the air refresh you before joining Jinx.
-Jinx, who are you talking to ?
She turned around abruptly and had a slight embarrassed look upon seeing you.
-Um. I need to tell you something.
Behind her, you saw a little girl timidly appear, who didn't seem older than 10 years old. She was brunette and wore a miner's helmet; her amber eyes never left you.
-Who is she ?
-Her name's Isha, she fell on me. Literally. I mean, I was walking down the street when she fell on me.
You looked at Isha more closely. She didn't seem mean or dangerous. Jinx didn't seem to be wary either, which meant there was nothing to fear.
Your voice softened.
-What is she doing here, did she follow you?
Jinx didn't let anyone else but you and Sevika come here; the only other person who could set foot here without being chased away by Jinx's gun was Silco, but now he would never come again.
-I brought her with me. I don't even know why. I couldn't leave her there all alone. I had to do something.
She really didn't seem to know why she had brought this little girl. But if Isha was alone, it surely meant her parents were dead, because in Zaun, no parent abandons their child.
That's when you understood. Just as Silco had done for her all those years ago, Jinx had now, in turn, saved an abandoned child deprived of her family.
Behind her, Isha continued to look at you shyly, her golden eyes seeming lost, shifting between you and Jinx without really knowing where to settle them.
You hadn't said anything, but Jinx knew you wouldn't chase this little girl away because you loved children and knew what it was like to be alone without parents.
You approached her and crouched down to her level. She backed away a bit when she saw you reach into your bag, but she calmed down when you offered her a candy with a smile.
-It looks like you've just found yourself a new home, sweetie.
Isha caught you by surprise when she threw herself into your arms, her head against your chest, and hugged you tightly. You smiled and stroked her hair.
Jinx looked at both of you, and for the first time in a long while, a small smile spread across her lips. She knew that everything would be better now.
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