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boyfiejay · 8 months ago

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I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason

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zegrasdrysdale · 2 months ago

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[ like you hate me ] e. edwards

day 7 of kinktober (hate sex w/ ethan edwards)

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : she can’t stand ethan, but she knows there is tension between them that she can’t ignore anymore when they collide at a party

warning(s) : smut ! rough / hate sex, p in v, protected sex, nicknames during sex, begging, mentions of alcohol, light alcohol consumption

author’s note : i couldn’t wait to get to this one bc i had so many ideas hehe

kinktober schedule

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She shouldn't be here, but she let her friends talk her into coming to the party. Hockey parties don't usually end well for her whenever she does decide to attend them.

Especially if she runs into him.

Ethan Edwards is the bane of her existence and the biggest pain in her ass. He has the biggest ego she's ever seen on a hockey player, and he's had it for all four years that she's known him. He likes to mess with her during classes they have together and distract her from keeping her solid 3.8 GPA. He likes to mess with her in passing and make jokes every time he sees her. He even makes her job as the hockey team’s social media admin very difficult and she’s growing tired of it.

Maybe she won’t even run into him. She can avoid him in his own house. It won’t be that hard with every girl throwing herself at him and distracting him from the fact that she’s there.

The hockey house is off campus in a suburban area of Ann Arbor about 15 minutes away from main campus. It’s already crawling with partygoers when she pulls up in an Uber about an hour after the party was scheduled to start. Music blasts from every open door and window and she questions how they haven’t gotten cited yet for loud noise.

Inside is so crowded she can barely walk. She squeezes past multiple athletes from different sports in the foyer as she makes her way to the kitchen to get something to drink. If she’s going to be in the same building as Ethan then she needs to have a little alcohol in her system. God knows what’s going to happen and what words are going to be exchanged if their paths cross.

In the kitchen stands three of Ethan’s closest friends. All with an arm around some girl. Luca is the first to notice her walk into the room. He immediately smiles at the sight.

"Holy shit," he laughs. "She makes an appearance. I can't believe it. I thought you would never show your face at a hockey house party."

She shrugs while she makes herself a drink with cheap vodka and a mixer. "I was coerced into coming," she tells him. She looks up at Luca, Mark, and TJ. She sips her drink. "Where's your friend? Hiding upstairs in his room hopefully?"

Mark laughs and shakes his head. "He's around," he replies. "Last I saw him, he was out back playing cup pong with Duker, Moldy and Schiffer."

"Now I can avoid the back," she says with a smile. "Thanks."

All three of them laugh as she turns and leaves the room. She makes her way into the living room. Her friends sit on the couch so she sits on the arm of the chair next to the person she'd consider her best friend. She leans back and sips from her cup.

People come in and out of the room constantly, but she loves being able to see everyone and socialize with whoever does come into the room. She talks to people she hasn't seen or spoken to in a little bit.

She's laughing at something her friend said when she watches the one person she didn't want to see walk into the room with Luca and Mark. They better not have snitched on her to him or she will make sure they hate the Monday Question next week.

Ethan's eyes land on her and she quickly averts her eyes. She looks at her friend and pretends to be invested in the conversation so maybe Ethan won't walk over and bother her.

Except, that plan fails. Before she knows it, Ethan is standing in front of her. He has the smuggest of smirks on his face when he approaches her.

“A little birdie told me that you were trying to avoid me, princess” he tells her. “Is that true?”

She could kill Luca, Mark, and TJ for snitching on her.

“So what if I was?” she questions as she crosses her arms over her chest. “And I’ve told you to stop calling me princess.”

“You’re in my house, princess,” Ethan retorts with a grin on his face and emphasizing the word ‘princess’ just to annoy her even more. “You don’t get to ignore me in my house, and I can do whatever I want because it is my house.”

“Says who?” she asks. “I can ignore whoever I want, their house or not. You're annoying and I like your roommates better anyway."

Ethan quiets down but he doesn't take his eyes off of her. She doesn't back down either. She holds her ground because she doesn't want him to think he's won. That's the last thing that she wants so she holds eye contact with him until he speaks again. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stands her ground.

A smile breaks out on his lips and she falters for a very quick second. "I knew you had a crush on one of my roommates," Ethan says. "Which one? Luca? Mark? I hate to break it to you, but Mark has a girlfriend. So does Hughesy. Oh my God. Do you have a thing for a guy who has a girlfriend? That's a little pathetic if you ask me."

She rolls her eyes, her blood beginning to boil after his comment. "You're such an asshole, Ethan," she tells him.

She then gets up out of her seat and walks upstairs to hide in one of the bathrooms for a few minutes while she cools down.

If someone were to ask her why she was so upset, she would say that she honestly has no idea. Something about Ethan Edwards just heats her blood. He riles her up, and it could be the smallest thing that does it too.

All he did was mess with her, and she's ready to punch him in the face. She's always ready to punch him in the face though, but it's often not because she's angry at him. Sometimes it's because he's genuinely one of the most attractive people she's ever seen. Just his face alone is enough to send her into a bad mood.

If Ethan wasn’t a massive pain in her ass, she probably would’ve hooked up with him by now. Maybe it’s what she’s wanted all along and the reason why she hates him so much. He’s infuriating, but he’s hot. It’s a dangerous combination, especially for her.

She splashes water on her face to cool down and does her best to fix up the makeup that came off with the water. It’s not a lot thanks to the inventor of waterproof makeup but it still runs just a little bit.

A knock rings through the bathroom and she calls, “One second!” There’s a second knock and she groans. “Do you not know what one second mea-” She freezes when she sees Ethan on the other side of the door as soon as she swings it open. “Oh, great. Just the person I want to see. Go away, Ethan.”

“I may have crossed a line,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck.

“You just keep adding on to the list of what you think I am, don’t you?” she retorts. “Annoying, nerdy, clingy, and now I’m pathetic despite not having a thing for a single one of your roommates, especially not the ones who are in relationships. Making that comment in front of everyone was embarrassing. Even for you.”

Ethan just nods and looks at her. “I know that,” he tells her. “It wasn’t until you walked away and Luca told me that what I said was wrong that I realized that I crossed the line.”

She runs her fingers through her wavy locks and lets out a soft sigh. “This wouldn’t be an issue if I just-” She cuts herself off from what she was about to say.

There’s tension. There’s been tension. She ignores it like it’s going to go away on it’s own but the innuendos and jokes have made it thicker than it’s ever been. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore it. Maybe if she just-

“Just what?” Ethan questions. She meets his eyes and finds confusion in them.

Do it. Get it over with.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she cups his jaw and pulls him down into a bruising kiss. Ethan has to take a little step toward her due to how hard she pulls him down to her.

He immediate pulls away in surprise. She stares up at him, but she doesn’t move her hands. Her eyes flicker between his like she’s searching for rejection, but that’s the one thing she doesn’t find. She finds deliberation and confusion.

Just in case he needs a little shove, she says, “We have been doing this whole back and forth thing for nearly four years, Ethan. You have to be as tired of it as I am. I feel the tension that’s grown so I’m sure you can to. This is the one and only time I’m offering this to you so we can just fuck it out and maybe end whatever feud thing that we’ve had going on. Worst comes to worst then we have a nice hookup and we can move on with our lives. Best case scenario, we get it out of our systems and we can actually be friends because-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, princess?” Ethan asks to cut her off.

She isn’t able to make a comeback because Ethan’s lips are back on hers before she can respond. He’s kissing her with the same intensity that she originally kissed him with.

His hands fall to her waist and he pulls her body flush against his chest. She feels every muscle flex underneath his thin shirt as he makes little movements to adjust to her height. She’s half a head shorter than he is so he has to make some adjustments to kiss her without breaking his neck. Eventually, he gives up and leans down to lift her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and slides her fingers into his hair.

Ethan turns and walks out of the bathroom. Luckily the hallway is dark so if anyone were to see them, they would think it’s just two people making out at a party. The door is kicked shut and her back is pinned to it. A soft thud is heard when her back makes contact with the wood. She hums when her skin hits the cool surface.

She kicks off her heels and they land on the carpeted floor with soft thuds. Ethan stands holding her back against the door for a second before he turns and walks toward his bed.

In the handful of times she’s had to come into this room, it’s been organized and in order. She gets a glance when the kiss breaks after he drops her on the mattress and finds it’s still very organized and in order. She would’ve never guessed that Ethan is one to keep things clean in his room.

Ethan kicks off his shoes before he climbs over her and hovers above her body. She immediately pulls him back into a hot kiss. He hums and a hand lands on her thigh. The already short black dress rides up her thigh until it rests right under her ass. His fingers follow the fabric up her leg. He grips her thigh and she gasps.

Her fingers slide down his back until they reach the hem of his Michigan hockey t-shirt. She tugs at it to hint that she wants him to take it off. Ethan listens to her signal and sits back on his knees, breaking the kiss. She watches as he pulls the fabric over his head.

Now, she’s seen him shirtless on numerous occasions. There have been times where she’s seen him in nothing but his boxers, but she’s always looked away. Right now, she gets to look. She takes full advantage of the moment and studies every part of his torso and chest. Ethan’s never been the biggest guy in the room, but his body is so toned. She could combust just from the view she has right now.

She gets her hands on him as fast as she can. Her hands start on his torso, tracing his abs before they trail up and over his chest. Ethan’s hands rest on hers when they reach his shoulders. He pulls her up so she’s sitting up with him between her knees. Their chests are flush against each other and she’s looking up at him.

Ethan hooks his fingers under the thin straps of the little black dress. He tugs them off her shoulders and she pulls her arms out of the straps. She keeps her eyes on Ethan as he pulls the top of her dress over her boobs. He gnaws on his bottom lips when he sees her tits.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans. “You hid these from me this entire time?”

“You never asked to see them,” she tells him. Ethan moves his hands to cup her bare tits. “Probably would’ve showed you if you asked, E.”

He grins and pushes her until she’s lying on her back. He leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. She hums at the feeling. Ethan’s other hand gropes her other boob. He bites down on her bottom lip. She runs her fingers through his hair.

After what feels like seconds later, Ethan begins to kiss down her chest and stomach. He pulls the dress down as he lowers himself down her body. She lifts her butt up so he can get the dress off. It hits the floor and she presses her lips into a line as Ethan drinks her in.

Her hands slide between them and she works on getting Ethan’s pants off. She pushes his pants off his body and he kicks them to the floor. She gets a hand on the bulge in his boxers, palming him over the thin fabric. He snakes a hand into her lace panties. She hums at the feeling of his fingers cupping her sex.

She grinds her core against his fingers trying to get some pressure. She presses her lips into a line as she pleasures herself on his hand. Ethan slips a finger into her and she gasps at the new feeling. "Oh my God," she breathes out. "Warn a girl next time."

Ethan smiles and attaches his lips to her jaw. "We'll see," he mumbles against her skin.

Slowly, he works her toward an orgasm. A knot forms in the pit of her stomach like it always does when she's close to an orgasm. Soft groans pass her lips when Ethan adds a second finger. "I- fuck," she pants. "Ethan, Eddy. Please."

"Please what, princess?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck me like you hate me," she tells him. "Please. Please fuck me, E."

He pulls back and looks at her. His fingers stop moving in and out of her. A grin forms on his swollen lips. "Are you begging me to fuck you?" he questions. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would beg me for something."

"Ethan Edwards, I'm about to get up and go get Luca-"

"Oh I don't think so," Ethan interrupts as he goes into his bedside table to get something. He pulls out a little foil package and comes back over to hover over her. "You're going to take off the rest of your clothes and I will give you the best dick you've ever had in that pretty little pussy."

His words go straight to her core and she listens to him almost as soon as he's done talking. She slides off her ruined panties and Ethan takes off his boxers to slide on the condom that he pulled out of the drawer.

She lies down on her back and lets Ethan settle above her. He lines up at her entrance and she stares up at him. Ethan meets her eyes before he pushes into her. She gasps from the stretch and grabs his triceps. It's painful at first but quickly turns into pleasure the longer he's inside her. He slowly pushes into her until he's completely buried inside her.

Once the pain completely fades, she nods at him. "Go," she tells him.

As soon as he has her permission, Ethan rolls his hips. Her jaw drops as he slowly picks up speed. The pleasure is so much that she nearly blacks out. Her nails dig into his triceps so hard that she's pretty sure he's going to end up with marks on his arms.

This is the last thing that she ever expected to happen. She never thought she would be underneath Ethan and getting fucked by him. She doesn't know if she'll ever tell him this because his ego will grow bigger than it already is, but it might be the best sex she's ever had. It's a quick hookup but it's already better than the rest of the hookups she's ever had, not that there are that many to compare it to.

She wouldn't be against it if this were to ever happen again.

Ethan continues to move deeply into her, but his movements pick up speed. The bed creaks and the room his filled with the soft moans that pass her lips. Ethan pants as he continues to move.

She starts to move her hips to match his pace. "Holy shit," she cries out when the tip of his dick hits her favorite spot. "Ethan."

"Like that, baby?" Ethan pants. "Like feeling my dick inside you? Making you feel good?"

He slams into her once and she arches her back off the bed. "Yes!" she gasps. "Yes, Ethan. God. Fuck."

With her response, Ethan slows down but hits her spot over and over again. Her legs begin to shake as she reaches the edge. The knot in her stomach threatens to come undone.

Ethan leans down and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss. She groans as she feels her entire body clench. She squeezes around his dick as she comes and cries out against his lips. Her hands find his hair and she grasps, needing something to hold onto.

She feels like she's on cloud nine as Ethan fucks her through both of their orgasms. Her body goes limp under his when he pulls out to dispose of the used orgasm.

He cleans both of them up with his shirt before he collapses on the bed next to her. Her breathing is labored but is slowly returning to normal.

When she finds the strength to move, she turns her head to look at him. Ethan's already looking at her when she looks at him.

"I never hated you," Ethan admits to her. She raises her eyebrows at him. "I mean it. I never hated you. I thought it was cute how flustered you got every time I messed with you so I kept doing it not knowing that it meant that you didn't like me. That was me trying to express my feelings but it was definitely the wrong way to do that."

She blinks at him. "You've said some hurtful thing to me, Ethan," she tells him. "I'm going to need some time to get over that but ... I think I'd be okay if we tried to be friends. I wouldn't be opposed to this either."

"I knew you always wanted me," he teases.

"Shut up," she replies as she leans in to kiss him.

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glitterquadricorn · 1 year ago

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Another Leclerc - social media

+ summary: When rumors go around about another Leclerc joining the f1 grid, people automatically assume its Arthur, completely forgetting about y/n leclerc. She'll do anything for a formula one seat. Even if it meant going behind a certain driver's back. +pairing: none. + warning(s): sexism, google translate (I don't speak Italian nor French but if I have something wrong, let me know), like one curse word.

face claim: Lindsay brewer

+ author's note: for a while now I've been wanting to get back into writing, but writing fics stress me out, so I figured making social media/instgram posts will be a lot easier to put together. I've also decided to change how I do social media posts and I'm trying to figure things out, so in the meantime, bear with me.

itsy/nleclerc

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itsy/nleclerc: *insert Sebastian Vettel quote here*

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charles_leclerc: isn't that my jacket? ⤷itsynleclerc: If I said no would you believe me? ⤷charles_leclerc: give me back my jacket or I'll tell mom ⤷itsy/nleclerc: go ahead and tell mom, you snitch

user1: Charles and y/n is exactly how my sister, and I are whenever she burrows my clothes.

patriciooward: when are you going to let me drive your Ferrari?⤷itsy/nleclerc: never. ⤷josefnewgarden: she won't even let me drive it and I'm her teammate! ⤷12willpower: she's let me drive it ⤷patriciooward: Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: other than my beloved Ferrari, I only love my bed and my mom I'm sorry!

user2: this made me feel ✨poor✨

scuderiaferrari: you have great taste, miss leclerc ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you! :)

user3: you look real good in red liked by itsy/nleclerc

user4: I so badly want her to race for Ferrari with Charles! liked by itsy/nleclerc

arthur_leclerc: is there something you want to share with the class?⤷itsy/nleclerc: nope 🤐

user5: y/n clearly knows something we don't ⤷user6: you don't think she's the leclerc deuxmoi is talking about, right? ⤷user5: I hope not because Arthur honestly deserves that f1 seat more than her.

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scuderiaferrari: two-time indy 500 winner & one-time indycar champion and the first woman to be in formula one since Lella Lombardi, y/n leclerc joins Ferrari in 2026!

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itsy/nleclerc: this has always been a childhood dream of mine to race for Ferrari! grazie per questa sorprendente opportunità! (thank you for this amazing opportunity) liked by scuderiaferarri

carlossainz55: you can't be serious

charles_leclerc: papa and jules would be proud ⤷itsy/n_leclerc: I know 😭😭

pierregasly: Congrats little leclerc! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you, mon frère (my brother)

josefnewgarden: I'll miss having you around ⤷itsy/nleclerc: you and misses are always welcome to come to Monaco ⤷josefnewgarden: we might just take you up on that offer

lewishamilton: hopefully this is a step in the right direction in making the paddock more inclusive and welcoming for everyone! liked by itsy/nleclerc

user1: y/n doesn't belong in formula one. ⤷user2: and the fact that she's replacing someone that didn't need to be replaced is astounding! ⤷user3: the pressure will be too much for her and she'll fail like past women who've tried to make it in f1 ⤷user4: I predict she won't make it to summer break before she quits ⤷user5: why is it so hard for you to comprehend a woman being in formula one? I mean, if you hate women, just say so.

user6: my daughter has expressed interest in karting because of y/n

12willpower: I wish you nothing but the best, kid. ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thanks, old man! 😘

user7: y/n signing to Ferrari is great and all, but I'm over here asking myself what tf is in the water in monaco because it should be illegal to be this good looking! ⤷user8: you're out here asking the real questions ⤷user9: all I'm saying is God bless mama Leclerc

Chili man🌶️ How could do this to me? I thought we were friends.

Mini Leclerc What do you mean?

Chili man🌶️ Don't play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what you did.

Mini Leclerc Yes, I did sign with Ferrari. Yes, I did take your seat. You didn't sign an extension and they reached out to me. I saw an opportunity and I took it.

Chili man🌶️ I was getting ready to talk to Fred about an extension.

Mini Leclerc Early bird gets the worm?

Chili Man🌶️ You're a real bitch, you know that?

Mini Leclerc You think that's the first time a man, much less anyone has called me that? You know as much as I do that Formula one is a competitive sport and in order to get a seat, you may have to do some unspeakable things. Let me ask you a question, though. If the roles were reversed and you were me, would you have done the same thing?

*read*

Mini Leclerc you leaving me on read lets me know you would've. But I'll never apologize for my actions, Carlos. If you have any interest in IndyCar, I can give you some resources to help you out. Good luck in any of your future endeavors, Carlos.

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thank you to @lorarri and @majaverse for helping me out. they didn't have to do that, but they did, so this is dedicated to them! :)

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if your name is crossed out, I couldn't tag you.

I'm going clean out my tagging list again, so if you want to stay on it, let me know.

#f1 x reader #formula one x driver!reader #formula one imagine #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #charles leclerc x leclerc!reader #arthur leclerc x leclerc!reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #f1 x driver!reader

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luveline · 1 year ago

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Wait! Hotch x stripper!reader was so good. I want more of their potential relationship!!

"I want a private dance."

You look up from your seat at the bar in surprise. Yes, you're in lingerie, and yes, you're in a strip club, but the patrons here usually leave you alone at the bar after a few dances.

"I'm not doing private dances tonight, honey," you say, sipping at your drink, condensation wetting your hands, "sorry."

"Are you kidding?"

You wipe a droplet off of your naked thigh. You should've gone into the dressing rooms and changed, but you'd been dancing for a long time without a break, and craved a little drink to numb your headache. "Not kidding. Sorry," you say again, though apologising makes you feel sick. It's not your fault, you're allowed to say no to private dances, but you've learned that saying sorry helps minimise their anger.

"That's what you're here for."

"No," you say, looking away from him. "'M just a dancer. Private dances are done at my discretion."

"You could at least look at me when I'm talking to you," he says sharply. "Don't be a bitch, sweetheart."

"That's enough."

You look up, then, at a familiar voice cutting in. Agent Hotchner stands tall, dark and handsome where he stands behind your disgruntled patron. "Talk to her with respect or don't talk," Agent Hotchner continues.

"Who are you?" the patron asks.

He doesn't even need his badge. Hotchner just looks at him, waiting. It's impressive how stony one man can look, how much authority he can carry in little but his stance.

The patron throws you a disgusted look and leaves the way he came. You breathe a sigh of relief, though you're pissed too. You explained yourself twice and it didn't matter, but Agent Hotchner's scolding was enough to send him running.

"Thank you," you say.

He shakes his head at you. "You shouldn't have needed my intervention in the first place."

Your chest hurts with a weird queasy shame. "I know, I should've– I mean, what did I think was gonna happen, sitting here." You laugh awkwardly.

His frown deepens. "That's not what I meant… I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" you ask, turning back to your drink. You scratch at the salt along the rim.

"That it happens, Y/N. That you have to deal with it."

"Thanks, Agent Hotchner," you say.

"You can call me Aaron, if you're comfortable."

He'd said the same a few weeks ago. You'd shown up at the BAU to meet Spencer (who'd been indisposed of, playing an intense game of chess against himself) and he offered you a ride home. He insisted you call Spencer first. He did everything he could to make you feel safe, which is more than most.

"Aaron," you say, tucking your hands between your thighs. What would his colleagues think of him, here, standing opposite of you and your lingerie? Your chest craned forward ever so slightly, the softness of your stomach and your bruised legs? "I don't know why you're here."

"I have some questions for you."

"Am I in trouble?" you ask.

He gives you a look. You imagine it to be something similar to, No, but I might be. It's a nice fantasy. "No. You were a great help with Lawley. I was hoping we could use your expertise again."

"Is this going to get dangerous for me?" you ask, tilting your head gently to one side. "Snitching?"

"I'd never let anything happen to you. And if you were to keep talking to the FBI, we could even facilitate compensation."

"I sell enough of myself."

He holds your gaze. "I understand. But I'd really appreciate your help with this."

"Okay." You slip out of your chair. "Can I get dressed, first, or…"

"Of course. Take your time." He doesn't gawk at you, doesn't stare, only meets you head on with that familiar furrowed brow. "Does it happen often?"

You let yourself picture him as neither a customer nor an agent with work to do. For a moment, he's a handsome man, striking heartfelt conversation. "All the time."

You change into your clothes and meet him again at the bar, where he asks you questions about a patron and you answer to the best of your ability. Before he leaves, he gives you his card. "If you need me," is all he says as he goes. You put the number in your phone and tuck the card into your dressing table, wondering what definition of need fits the bill.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

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nyarumie · 5 months ago

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i love the suit anomaly + continuation 🤍 its so well written! i imagine that no. 10 can hear/sense hoshina’s (inappropriate) thoughts about reader and snitches on him.

Another ask in relation with Suit Anomaly! Each can be read as a standalone (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ This is the 3rd part. Author's Reply: It took me a while to come up with something but I hope it didn't disappoint! I didn't expect that oneshot to be such a hit I'm actually so happy 😭 it's starting to turn into a mini series but i don't mind at all HAHAH Author's Note: the number of your suit in this oneshot is up to your imagination! also i hope i didn't mess the description for reader's suit design </3 i struggled with some terminologies Requests and messages are welcome on my ask box! I can also write for Narumi and Mina. Please view my navigation too ♡

Today is finally the trial schedule for your very own numbered suit.

You wanted to fight with style, thus rejecting designs offered to you that might’ve already resembled the other numbered suits. Izumo Tech tailored it with a pencil style skirt that goes around your mid-thigh and the upper body is styled to appear as a crop top, with the regular numbered bodysuit underneath both of these layers. To some, it might be uncomfortable; but to you, it’s beyond perfect.

This, by all means, is not necessary, but Headquarters insisted—the reason being “acknowledgement of strength” and “just in case another nationwide cataclysm ensues”. Which is fairly valid; anything can happen anytime. Such as the situation you’re in right now.

For some reason, Soshiro’s suit started attacking him. Not by mistake, no; it’s obviously deliberate! You badly wanted to stop them, but you know you can’t, not with how hostile the tail currently is. The suit’s trial result is more credible when sparring with another numbered suit, hence Soshiro’s required presence. Watching from a safe distance, you hear Soshiro yell.

“What’s gotten into ya?! We were perfectly in sync just minutes ago ‘n now you’re actin’ insane!” He’s deflecting the tail expertly with his dual blades, but obviously struggles with it because he can’t put distance between himself and his very own suit. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?! And here I thought you’re one heck of an admirer!”

“I’M NOT TRYING TO KILL YOU! I’m stalling time!” the Kaiju countered.

You then hear Kaiju no. 10 address you, “Oi, Girlie! Run while you’re at it!”

Confusion took over your features and you pointed at yourself, saying, “Me? What for? Aren’t we uh, supposed to actually fight? I don’t have any plans to run from a fight—”

“Run from HOSHINA! Not from a fight!” it bellowed.

Ah, now you’re even more confused. “Shouldn’t I be escaping from you, not him?”

Kaiju No. 10 seemed to get angry at this, finally spilling the beans for his sudden attack. “I think this guy’s turning into a Kaiju himself! He’s gotten insane, what a lunatic! One moment he’s coming up with fighting strategies, the next he’s thinking of ruining your suit and devouring you the moment you stepped in!” Its tail tried to smack Soshiro at the back of his head. “You bastard!”

“Pfft…”

“This guy was also thinking of something like, blowing out your back til you see stars?! The hell even is that! Is that a new way to kill?! Hoshina, you’re a traitor!”

Upon hearing it, you can’t help but burst into laughter, forearm holding your stomach. Tears formed in your eyes and you ended up rolling on the floor, stopping their fight midway and looking over at you. “I’m sorry— it’s just too funny!” you tried holding back your laughter again, “I-it’s just, pfft…, I’m sorry!” and you laughed again.

Soshiro sighed and sheathed his blades, scratching the back of his head. “Told ya to listen to me. You just made a fool of yourself, No. 10. And ya didn’t need to air out my business!”

“O-oi! Stop laughing! I tried to protect you from this bowlcut, what’s so funny about it?!”

Finally, you managed to calm yourself down. “Nothing, nothing! I’m pretty sure Soshiro meant that metaphorically. I’ll tell you if you need to attack him again though, I promise!” you hear Soshiro mumble, ‘But I meant that literally’ in which you playfully smacked his head.

“Can we proceed to the suit trial now? Thanks for giving me a good laugh.” you said. “And dear, I’ll be looking forward to that later.” you winked.

#axia writes for fun #kaiju no. 8 #kn8 writing #kn8 x reader #kn8 x you #soshiro hoshina #hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro fluff #hoshina soshiro x reader

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sebscore · 2 years ago

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THE GRID'S DELIGHT | SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: the shenanigans of female gen z driver and the formula one grid.

author’s note: I started this series, because I'd like to imagine what it would be like to be part of the group of drivers and how it would be like to interact with them on a regular basis. It's all fun and games, and I don't know these people in real life. everything is fiction! the stories aren't written in chronological order, but I try to put them in the right order below!

Requests are always welcome in my inbox! Opinions, thoughts and feedback are also greatly appreciated.

— ABOUT THE OC

HEADCANONS || MORE HEADCANONS

:: Things about being the only female driver on the ‘22 grid.

DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS

:: The dynamics between driver!reader and the formula 1 drivers. in the link you can find the masterlist.

EXTRAS

:: this includes thoughts, opinions, etc about the series. it doesn’t include requests.

— 2018

WELCOME TO THE STRANGE WORLD

:: Y/N makes her F1 debut at the 2018 Australian Grand Prix.

THE PRIZE THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

:: Y/N accepts the 'Rookie of the Year' award and receives a suprise from a special someone on stage.

— 2020

TWITCH WAR

:: lando insults Y/N’s gaming skills and the events that followed.

PLEASE RISE FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

:: An error in the sound system causes for the wrong song to play instead of Y/N’s national anthem.

— 2021

THE MORE YOU KNOW

:: Y/N teaches Sebastian and Fernando what ‘bop’ means.

NO ONE LIKES A MAD WOMAN

:: Y/N receives a complaint from the FIA during the driver's briefing and no one is happy about it.

BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, I'M BORED

:: Y/N flirts with a stranger not knowing she's the girlfriend of another F1 driver on the grid.

THIS IS ALL I NEVER WANTED

:: Y/N goes through a rough patch and the drivers notice.

LET IT SPIRAL

:: Y/N gets into a crash and Seb & George come to the rescue.

SLOW DOWN, RED FLAG

:: The commentators are shocked by Y/N’s red flag habit.

BE YOUR WINGMAN

:: Y/N tries to get through an interview with Jenson, Daniel and Sebastian.

GIDDY GOODBYES

:: Y/N and Kimi bid each other goodbye at the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

— 2022

A MAN’S WORLD

:: Y/N is asked about Christian Horner’s sexist comments.

THE ORIGIN OF RUSSY BUSSY

:: the title is pretty self-explanatory.

WHAT HAPPENS IN MONACO, STAYS IN MONACO

:: Y/N goes on a blind date and returns with a hickey the next day.

THE HELMET BET

:: Y/N and Zhou decide who the second best dressed driver on the grid is through a bet that involves holding the other drivers hostage at the driver's briefing.

GOSSIP GRID

:: Charles and Pierre don't trust Y/N when it comes to rumors around Oscar Piastri's move to McLaren.

RUMOUR HAS IT

:: Y/N and her fellow younger drivers react to certain rumours that have been going around about her love life, and it might include two colleagues of hers.

MONZA MANICURE

:: Daniel makes it up to Y/N for breaking her nail during a race.

LITTLE MISS BLACK DRESS

:: f1 drivers and their reactions to Y/N looking gorgeous in a dress.

KEEPING UP WITH THE GRID

:: What happens when Y/N takes over Martin's grid walk?

THE LAST SUPPER

:: The drivers celebrate the life and career of Sebastian Vettel at Abu Dhabi and Y/N has a great story to tell.

— 2023

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

:: Daniel, Lewis and Sebastian show their appreciation for Y/N on International Women's Day.

GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL

:: Y/N goes on Instagram live to try out Daniel’s new wine, and the drivers react to it in the comments.

MONTE-CARLO MADNESS

:: Y/N meets her old mentor after months and experiences a chaotic qualifying in Monaco.

PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE

:: Y/N and the Twitch Quartet go on a small adventure in the streets of Monaco.

SNITCHES GET STITCHES

:: A collection of moments at the 2023 Austria Grand Prix.

LATE NIGHT TALKING

:: Pierre asks the question: “Out of all the drivers, who would you date?”

— 2024

EXCUSE ME

:: Y/N finds out about Lewis’ Ferrari move before the official announcement.

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS

:: Lando ends Y/N’s race, and they have different perspectives on how it transpired.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc

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httpiastri · 4 months ago

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more than enough – jmm21

you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.

genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort

pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya

warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk

word count: 2.6k

author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)

this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.

also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)

"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"

the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"

pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"

"i must've forgotten to tell you."

"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"

"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."

"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"

you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."

the biggest understatement of the year.

you hate your birthday.

for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.

you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.

it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.

you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.

"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."

your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.

the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."

you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."

he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."

"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"

to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."

"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.

your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.

"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."

"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.

pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."

nora snorts. "what? of course she does."

"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."

pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.

but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.

"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"

"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"

"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.

pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."

nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."

"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."

"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."

you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."

pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.

but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.

most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.

pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.

his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.

the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.

pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.

he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."

it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-

the cake on his lap.

you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...

but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.

pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.

he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.

"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"

you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."

he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.

"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"

pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.

he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.

hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.

but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.

baby steps.

"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"

he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.

"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."

"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."

birthday? eleven.

the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.

"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."

"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"

you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"

"ooh, garlic! thank you!"

pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"

"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."

you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.

"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."

"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."

"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."

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hihimissamericanbi · 11 months ago

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what’s the best smut you’ve ever read?

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED. I WAS MADE FOR THIS MOMENT.

Non non you know I can't pick just one/rank my beloveds like that. So I'll throw a few atcha that always come up for me, again and again. If you hang out with me a lot, they probably won't surprise you.

And to any creators I tag who have seen me rec these things over and over again. Hi let's get married.

Mmmmwah! Enjoy! <3

Quebecois by @we-are-swearwolves

Sirius/Logan (Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove), Sirius/Remus

34K words

The first two chapters are the bulk of the smut. Canon ships with consensual/ethical friends fucking, everyone loves each other, porn with GIANT feelings, heeling through sex, exhibitionism.

Scorch by @theresthesnitch

James/Lily/Other

11K words

Devil's threesome. So much consent and enthusiasm and dirty talk. Yes I know I LITERALLY just referenced this fic but I am never getting off Snitch's dick okay don't come for me. Or do heh.

collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks

NB Gin/Pansy

4K words

"Are you packing, daddy?"

For Queen And Country by Quietlemonhush

Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus

***A/B/O***

6K words

This whole series is one of my all-time faves. Fucking hilarious and hot. There are podfics available too.

i've got diamonds in my eyes (for you) by @crushofdoves

Sirius/Remus

6K words

ALL THE FEELINGS trans joy hot hot hot they are in LOVE. Sirius is Gender. Remus is Besotted.

Keep Your Hands on Me by @tenthousandyearsx

Draco/Harry

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This author and I currently have an adorable meet-cute miscommunication thing going on (hiii <3) so it's extra spicy for that reason alone. Read the tags. You'll know why I recc it :D.

Last but not least:

My own shit!!! :D If I am truly asked to pick my favorite smut ever, I'm going to pick my own stuff. It doesn't get more tailored to one's tastes than that! Don't hate the player hate the game idk.

Many many blessings to you, Non Non, for asking such an important question, for all of humanity, really. We are all indebted to you.

#celine's library #celine spills #non non #bonjour! bonjour! bonjour bonjour bonjour!#marauders smut #smut recs #drarry smut #fic recs #wolfstar smut #ginsy smut #poly smut

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lilirari · 1 year ago

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🏍️ everyone's favourite biker couple is out on a nye bike date

💌 biker! oscar piastri x biker! fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : this is very short but i've been having oscar brainrot again (don't i always ?) and idk how but i'm always on the biker side of instagram these days so i just decided to put these two together and feed my own delusions hehe. anyways this is my last smau for this year ! thank you all for making 2023 fun and memorable <3 see you next year ;)

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🎶 slow down : chase atlantic

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yourinstagram i ❤️ bikers (oscar)

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yourinstagram we don't slow down though we like the fast life 😋

-> oscarpiastri we are speed

-> liamlawson30 the lightning mcqueen dialogue summoned me

yourinstagram also LS2 helmets in the last slide for logansargeant 🤭

-> logansargeant glad to know that y'all still remember me 😐

oscarpiastri my pretty girl

oscarpiastri step on me

-> yourinstagram what

-> oscarpiastri what

-> user81 LMAO HE'S WILDINNNN

oscarpiastri mine mine mine

oscarpiastri god you look so fine in that first picture

oscarpiastri did you have to include that picture of me swinging though 😞

-> yourinstagram ofc ! you look so cute 🥹

-> yourinstagram (he fell down right after this picture was taken btw)

-> oscarpiastri hey now you don't have to mention that

-> user44 NOT Y/N SNITCHING ON HIM LMAO

yourbestie GIRL YOU LOOK SO FINEEEE SO SLAYFUL

yourbestie ABSOLUTELY ATE !!!!

-> yourinstagram I LOVE YOUUUUU my hype girl 🫶

yourbestie THAT'S MY GF Y'ALL

-> oscarpiastri that's MY gf 🤨

-> yourinstagram chill guys there's enough y/n for everyone

-> oscarpiastri yeah well i don't share though 💁🏻‍♂️

-> yourinstagram why did i find that extremely hot

-> oscarpiastri you're extremely hot

-> yourbestie oh no nvm guys please don't start making out in the comments

logansargeant not giving this post a like because i'm a hater !!!!

-> yourinstagram is it bc we didn't invite you

-> logansargeant what else do you think it is 😒

-> yourinstagram logan pookie we're sorry 😭 but it was just meant to be an us thing today

-> yourinstagram we even wore the helmets with your initials man

-> yourinstagram we'll call you on our next ride, aight ?

-> logansargeant fine 😐

user16 ughhh y/n's an absolute goddess

user55 THAT OUTFIT THOUGH ??? SLAY QUEEN

user02 the LS2 helmets are so cute :(

user20 OMG SLOW DOWN AS THE SONG ARGGHHH

user22 YNOSCAR ARE SO CHASE ATLANTIC CODED 😩😩

user23 OSCAR LOOKS SO HOT IN THAT FOURTH SLIDE WHAT

user63 SHE SAID FVCK ME LIKE I'M FAMOUS I SAID OKAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user24 Y/N ARE YOU A CHASE ATLANTIC FAN

-> yourinstagram YEAHHHHH OFC BRO CHASE ATLANTIC >>>>>>

-> user27 i think i've fallen in love with y/n all over again

-> oscarpiastri user27 same

user04 why's oscar kinda fine..

-> user01 WDYM KINDA HE'S ALWAYS BEEN FINE

-> yourinstagram facts user01 !!!

user03 GOD WHEN IS MY TURN GOING TO COME

user10 MY FAVOURITE BIKER COUPLE 🫶

user11 icb the two hottest people on the planet are dating it all feels surreal

user14 WHERE'S MY BIKER BF 😭😠

user18 i love you both so much 🥹

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🎶 ohmami : chase atlantic

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oscarpiastri nye with my baby 🖤

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yourinstagram thank you for making my 2023 worthwhile, oz 🫶

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yourinstagram can't wait to spend another whole year with you <3

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yourinstagram i love you, my favourite boy🤍

-> oscarpiastri i love you, my favourite girl 🖤

logansargeant 🤢🤢👎🏻👎🏻

-> yourinstagram this is the reason why you're still single and why you didn't have anyone to kiss you on nye you HATER

-> user77 HELP Y/N THAT'S SO FOUL

-> logansargeant you didn't have to call me out like this 😧

landonorris that guy on the second slide looks kinda cute

-> oscarpiastri he's taken

-> landonorris aww that's too bad 😞 does his girlfriend want to share him with me ?

-> yourinstagram no his gf does not share 🤍

landonorris questionable hand placement on that third slide though 🤨

-> logansargeant no seriously why is she grabbing him like that 😧

-> yourinstagram it's comfortable 🤭

-> oscarpiastri your single arses won't know how it feels like to be touched by a woman

-> landonorris ok foul 💀

-> logansargeant you guys are such haters #ynoscarsinglephobic

-> user30 SINGLEPHOBIC PLEASE IM CRYING

-> user05 nah fr they're giving us singles too much pain it's time to cancel ynoscar

user08 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVEEEE 😭😭

user14 again... WHERE THE FRICK IS MY BIKER BF HUHHH

user06 God i see what you've done for others

user47 THE HAND PLACEMENT ON THE THIRD SLIDE GAWDDAMN

user66 i so badly want to be y/n in the third slide

user58 ynoscar do you want a dog i can bark

user49 i feel faint after seeing these pictures

user07 dayummm oscahhhhh

user56 that fourth picture 😩😩😩😩😩 (aggresive slamming on the desk)

user84 i too want to be carried around by oscar

user34 THE KING AND QUEEN OF BIKERTOK AND BIKESTAGRAM

user09 he's such a cutie patootie look at his bread cheeks in the 2nd slide ☹️

user21 the way they're looking into each other's eyes in the last slide 🥹🥹🥹

user95 ynoscar >>>>>>>> any other couple

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lunamoonbby · 2 months ago

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Cult!141 x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Dark Content, Manipulation, allusions to past abuse very brief not in depth, female reader, swearing, pregnancy, birth, poly relationships, smut, Cult AU, the use of lord in terms to worship, Price being referred to as Father

If you or a loved one is experiencing abuse, know that there is help, and please help anyone that you know to help them escape from that abuse.

⭐️Author's Note: The religion that the villagers follow is not defined, but it is NOT associated with Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or any other type of religion there is⭐️

CHAPTER 2: Meeting New People

"Well, well, well, who do you have there, Father Price?" The sound came from a man who had bright blue eyes and was sporting a mowhawk and a scottish accent. Price gesturing towards y/n, "This is y/n, and I expect every single one of you to welcome her with open arms, or else our lord will be upset." "Yes, Father Price." the crowd said in unison. "How can I help you? I'm Johnny, by the way. Sorry about my bad manners, and this is Kyle." Kyle was a beautiful man with chocolate glowy skin, his eyes a beautiful shade of brown. Before y/n could answer, Price intervened,"I would like to buy a meal for myself and for y/n and give her a warm drink too." Johnny looked at y/n, "what would you like to eat and drink?". "I'll have the stew and a herbal tea, please?" y/n stated looking at johnny. "Comming right up!" johnny exclaimed, walking to the kitchen with kyle following. You were looking around the tavern, and you noticed that the people were still staring at you, it made you uncomfortable, you were worried that one of them of snitch and give your location to your ex-boyfriend, oh how you hope not.

Price who notices your jittery state, "My child, what seems to be the matter?" Startled, y/n looks at Price."It's nothing. I'm just being paranoid." Y/n stated, not wanting to worry, Father Price. "It's not nothing if you're shaking like a leaf. Are you feeling cold, my child?" Y/n was feeling cold but she wasn't jittery because of that she decided to tell Price the truth, "although I am feeling cold, it's actually because I'm scared, all of these people are looking at me and I'm afraid that one of them must of alerted my ex-boyfriend and that he'll drag me back to his house and there he would punish me for escaping, Father Price." Price frowns at that and he turns around and looks at the patrons in a way that it made them stop staring at y/n, he truns back around and faces y/n, he places his plam gently on her cheek. "My child it's completely normal to feel that way, but you're safe here no one knows about this place, no one is supposed to find it, but somehow you did and it was our great lord who sent you to me, and remember that offering you gave, he'll make sure that you remain safe here in this village. So please stay in this village don't leave." Price removes his hand from her face. Smiling y/n felt alot better maybe it was for the best that she gave her $100 as an offering, she did find a village that was very secluded maybe she was brought here for a reason.

"Thank you, Father Price, for welcoming me to this village and paying for my meal, I'm eternally grateful." y/n stated greatfully. "You're welcome, my child." Price stated while he gently patted her head. She was greatful for everything Father Price has done for her, but one question remains how will I pay him back, maybe, I could pay him back by being generous to other people, but the local villagers seem skeptical about me, I mean I am an outsider to them, y/n deep in her thought didn't notice Kyle and Johnny walking out with Price's food and y/n food and drink. "Here you go, bonnie lass, one steaming plate of stew." Johnny places the bowl in front of her, "and here is your herbal tea." Kyle states, placing a tea cup on in front of her. Y/n smells the food and takes a bite of the stew and a sip of her tea "mmm this taste amazing thank you so much" y/n happily eating her stew and drinking her tea.

John looks at Johnny and Kyle, "y/n remember that story I told you about, the one with my two friends who only had $50 combined to their names?" Y/n looks at Father Price, "yes I remember that story, Father Price." Price smiles at y/n, "great cause Johnny and Kyle are the two friends I talked about. Why don't you tell y/n the story, Kyle? Y/n I'll be right back. I have to get something I won't take long. Johnny, Kyle I trust you both to keep y/n safe" Johnny and Kyle looked at each other and then at John knowing full well that what John said about the $50 story is a lie. Kyle smiled, "Of course, Father Price, myself, and Johnny would keep her safe until you return." Kyle answered and then told the story of how both himself and johnny met Jonathan Price, "Johnny and I were the best of friends growing up, we had nothing to our name except for $50 when combined with the money I had and with what Johnny had. We were traveling for a while and we happened to stumbled across this village, and it was at the church on top of hill where we met Father Price, we prayed for good fortune and success and we were told to make an offering so we made our offering of $50 to our lord, we became devoted follwers and after a couple of months we oppend our very own tavern." Y/n looked amazed and hopeful after hearing the story. "We heard you made an offering. How much did you put?" Kyle asked. Y/n looked at Kyle, "Oh, I put $100 in the offering bowl."

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trippingontheescalator · 10 months ago

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Curious about the direction the HP fandom has gone

Okay, so as an old HP fan from way back when the books were first coming out, and then getting hit with the nostalgia and decided to return after years and years of not interacting with the fandom at all, the changes are truly mindboggling and I'd love to get to the bottom of some things.

Like, the disappearance of Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a fan favorite way back when we only knew his name but now I barely hear a whisper of his name. Now, the obvious answer is racism, which I think is the #1 reason why Blaise-pairings have dropped of significantly. Back then we all thought Blaise was a hot Italian girl, and then we found out he's a black man and suddenly people stop writing about him? Hm, yeah, seems the obvious answer (especially considering the popularity of other characters who are just a name on a page *cough*regulusblack*cough*).

Or the rise in Snape-hate. Like, Snape used to be the fan favorite. Everyone loved Snape. The meaner he was, the more we liked him. Being mean to children was a plus, not a negative lol. And this was back when we all thought he was a pureblood who came from a wealthy family like the Malfoys. Now by the time the 7th book came out I had pretty much moved on and so I didn't really see the fallout of readers discovering his actual background, so I don't know if his drop in popularity is classism and learning that he isn't a palette-swapped Lucius Malfoy or not, but honestly I would figure his impoverished background would be a plus in these times. Like Snape is obviously one of JKR's least favorite characters, and considering how she-who-must-not-be-named has destroyed her reputation with her increasing radicalization you'd figure the poor, abused, author-hating character would become more beloved instead of the rich, white, heteronormative bullies who barely even show up in the books. Like with our increasing knowledge of social injustice, I just don't understand why the fandom would want to latch onto the Marauders? And I just can't believe Snape's handful of snippets with Lily is the cause of his downfall (like what's there is barely enough to fill up a few pages, and there are certainly more toxic relationships in the series that are still beloved), or the fact that he was a Death Eater or that he inadvertently caused the deaths of the Potters (we already knew that in GoF and HPB respectively and he was still beloved, and this was when we assumed he didn't give a shit about the Potters or if they died when he went snitching). Draco is still popular. DRACO who doesn't give two shits about slinging around the word "mudblood," as opposed to Snape who actually changed for the better.

Am I just too old to understand? Is this like 90s fashion coming back in style (no, I won't do it again, I don't care if it's cringy I'm sticking with my millennial styles, I did the platforms and the slip dresses and the cargo pants in high school and I'm not putting myself through that again lol you gen z's can pry my comfortable mom jeans from my cold, dead fingers, I don't care if it makes me look old, that's the point, I AM old). Like, in addition to 90s fashion, has the 90s obsession with luxury athletic fashion like Lacoste come back in style? All those fashion ads of rich white people on yachts with popped collar polos? Are people starting to obsess over the Marauders because nouveau riche conspicuous consumption is coming back in style? It can't all just be young kids who have only read AtYD and have never actually opened one of the books, can it?

There also seems to be a trend of treating characters as if they're real people. I mean, we've always done it (Snape Wives, I'm looking at you), but now it almost feels as if the crimes characters commit are treated as if they're real crimes and that liking them is somehow a moral failing on the reader's fault. If you were to say "I don't like Snape, his douchy actions anger me, I'd rather skip all the parts he shows up in" I'd say, cool, I get that. That's normal. But "Snape is an abuser, a racist, and an incel and if you like him you're probably those things too" is fucking weird. Like, Harry and Hermione are not real children. Snape is not a real person. The things that happen in this book have as much influence on the real world as me imagining ninjas breaking into my workplace on a slow day. And that "media does not exist in a vacuum" pisses me off because it's blatantly misused. The pieces of media that have had serious consequences? Jaws, The Birth of a Nation. One resulted in the culling of sharks, the other helped restart the KKK. Do you know what those two pieces of media have in common? They're not about fucking wizards and magic schools. They instead paint a target on real groups. After twenty years nobody has ever tried to hurt a marginalized group of people because of a harry potter book (except for JKR herself).

Anyway, these are just some random thoughts, feel free to chime in with your own.

#pro snape #severus snape #pro severus snape #snapedom #mostly snape some blaise #would love to hear form some marauders fans but im not touching that tag with a ten foot pole #yikes

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listofwhyyouloveher · 5 months ago

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Can I request the Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear stuff not suitable for the 60s like stuff thats revealing and darry has to dress code her all the time and her packing clothes in her bag and changing at school and pony snitching

Summary: The Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear revealing clothes Warnings: none Author's Note: none PONYBOY CURTIS He genuinely doesn't care how you dress, as long as its not skirts and tops the size of a belt. If he does see you wearing that he's gonna be sooo upset, like tapping his foot, red in the face cartoon upset. He feels entitled to bossing you around. Ponyboy is literally a little snitch. LET ME TELL YOU. If Darry dress codes you and he sees you wearing that outfit out without Darry knowing, TRUST Darry will be knowing. He's an annoying little brother who will just blurt out things when he wants to. Going up to you at school saying "Darry wouldn't like you wearing that,". You'd always roll your eyes but you know Darry would give you another lecture when you'd get home because Pony ratted you out.

He isn't actually upset about the fact that you wear revealing stuff, he's just a little worried. The socs arent kind to people who dress differently and especially a greaser. He's trying to look out for you, but in the most annoying way possible. SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop doesn't mind you wearing what you want, he figures as long as you're happy that's ok. He'll warn you that Darry won't take too kindly to your outfit when you're getting ready in the morning but won't do anything about it. Sometimes he catches some dumb socs harrassing you and he makes sure that they never mess with you again, walking you home with his DX button-up over your shoulders.

You two don't really interact much about your clothes but he tries to bond over pointing out things and catalouges or shops that you might like. He'll always stick up for you, even if he doesn't agree with your outfit. He will NEVER let a soc pick on you or talk trash about you. He's always on your side. DARRY CURTIS

Darry is pretty conservative, in the sense that he's not super happy that his family is a greaser family and that he wished he could give you all a more luxurious life and keep you away from all the alchohol and fighting, and he tries to get his siblings to reflect that. He never wants to dress code you, he likes that you're comfortable wearing whatever the hell you want and he likes that you're happy. But in his mind he's trying his best to look out for you. He tries to buy you clothes that are a bit more modest, something that you could still like but also won't get you in trouble. He's genuinely so happy when he sees you wear them. He's not used to raising a girl, he's never been one, so he doesn't understand how to do a lot pertaining to you. But he's always trying his best and if you let him know that you see that he'll be forever grateful.

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #the outsiders #darry curtis and reader #darrel curtis and reader #ponyboy and reader #ponyboy curtis and reader #pony curtis and reader #sodapop curtis and reader #curtis sister

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thatlittlefangirl · 3 months ago

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Jily is forced

There I said it. Not by James but by that Moldemort transphobic ass. Let's face the facts: Year 1-4: Lily HATES James, he's the guy who bullies her best friend and harasses keeps asking her out. She has no interest in him (from what we know).

Year 5: Lily still hates James,

“You think you’re funny,” she said coldly. “But you’re just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.” “I will if you go out with me, Evans,” said James quickly. “Go on… Go out with me, and I’ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again.” Behind him, the Impediment Jinx was wearing off. Snape was beginning to inch toward his fallen wand, spitting out soapsuds as he crawled. “I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily.

(James saying it quickly make it seem planned now that I think abt it)

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“I don’t want you to make him apologize,” Lily shouted, rounding on James. “You’re as bad as he is…” “What?” yelped James. “I’d NEVER call you a—you-know-what!” “Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can—I’m surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.”

But the difference is that her friendship with Severus ended that year, but she still didn't like him.

Year 6: We don't know anything that happened this year but as far as we know, she still didn't like James

Year 7: Jily get together somehow???

If that doesn't look like an author forcing two characters together to you, I don't know what that is.

#harry potter #anti jily #james potter #anti lily evans #Jily simply doesn't exist #pro snape #<- bc i love him anyway

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montammil · 20 days ago

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In Glory, in Ruin - part 1

New series! This will contain pet whump, but I decided to make a slightly more sadistic whumper than my other two stories because I like spontaneity. Please give feedback and send as many asks about them as you want!

CW: Suggestive, death threats, mob boss whumper, intimate/creepy whumper, future pet whump, mafia/mob/crime whump, mentioned murder

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Diesel's life was pretty ordinary. He went about his day like any other person would in the city. The hustle and bustle of the city streets was a background noise that helped him tune out all the thoughts inside his head. He was a pretty ordinary, scrawny guy, so it was easy to go unnoticed by those around him. To most, they'd think he was just another stressed out white collar worker, like most in the city.

Well, the 'stressed out' part was true.

His father owed some awful guys a lot of debt, but never paid it off. When he died, that debt was passed to Diesel.

Yet they didn't want money from him, when he made it clear he couldn't pay it off. They decided to use him as an asset, which was the only reason he had been working this stupid job for the past three years.

"Jasper Lynn is the guy we want dirt on," he was told. "Boss of The Iron Syndicate, slippery fucker he is."

Of course Diesel had heard of him before. Everyone knew about Jasper.

It was common knowledge he killed his own father after taking over The Iron Syndicate ten years ago. Not even twenty at the time and he was one of the most dangerous people in the world.

There were all sorts of rumors surrounding him; some said he used to be a professional cage fighter before taking over for his father, some said his father wasn't even his actual dad.

Never did Diesel care, because Jasper "The Iron Lion" Lynn was only ever interested in making an example of snitches who wound up dead on the doorsteps of the authorities, and if he kept his head down he wouldn't have to worry.

"I can't do that," Diesel stammered, "I'll be killed, I'm not equipped for this kind of stuff!" He had spied for them before--even killed for them before--but this was something completely out of his normal territory.

"Does that mean I should just end your life now, Blevins?" he had been asked in return. "Because if you don't do this for me, you have no reason being alive, got it?"

So he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Diesel forced himself to nod and agree.

"Good man."

Which led to now. The Iron Syndicate were having one of their monthly celebrations at a casino downtown, the very same casino that acted as the headquarters for their less than legal exploits. Diesel forced himself to put on a tough guy persona, dressed in one of the plain black suits that matched the rest of the other members of The Iron Syndicate.

"Name?" the bouncer asked, not looking up from her phone.

"Glen Lloyd," Diesel lied. He had managed to knock out one of The Iron Syndicate members and retrieve their ID card. Of course he didn't want to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.

She looked up, gave him an unimpressed once-over, and shrugged before waving him through. As he stepped through, loud bass-heavy music nearly knocked Diesel off balance.

For how illegal the casino was, it sure was bustling with activity.

There was an upper balcony overlooking a large stage, where some dancers were currently doing a performance.

Around the first floor were various gambling tables, crowded full of players betting away their hard-earned cash. At the very center of the casino was a bar lit by neon red light fixtures.

If Diesel had more time, he would probably explore every aspect of the building, but he could get caught if he wandered around too much.

His contact hadn't told him what exactly he needed dirt on, so the best Diesel could do was take pictures of Jasper and his closest members and hope they found it useful for something.

He grabbed a small cocktail glass from one of the waiters walking around and tried to blend into the crowd, downing it to settle his nerves.

Eventually, after wandering for about ten minutes, Diesel spotted Jasper talking to another woman with black hair. She wore red lipstick, her hair in a ponytail, and black round sunglasses on top of her head.

They were both tall, but Jasper especially. He looked to be at least six feet, probably even taller. It made him somehow even more nervous.

But still, Diesel fiddled with his smartphone, making sure flash wasn't on. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and snapped a single photo before pocketing his phone.

He was starting to wonder if this was just a suicide-mission he was set on.

Would he be killed if he came back empty-handed? Surely not, right? They kept him alive this long, even though he had made several mistakes over the past three years that almost landed him dead in an alleyway.

Then again, The Iron Syndicate was notorious for killing people without remorse. Either way he'd probably end up dead in a ditch.

"Well, aren't you cute."

Diesel almost jumped when he noticed Jasper and the woman both approaching him. He felt blood rush to his cheeks when he realized what Jasper had said. His voice was so deep, it sent a shiver down his spine.

"Oh, he's shy," the woman grinned, "it's okay, we come in peace. Are you new here?"

"I am, actually," he nodded sheepishly. It seemed like they suspected nothing, thankfully. "Is it that obvious?" he forced a chuckle.

Jasper was gazing at him so intently, Diesel felt like melting under his stare alone, and not in the good way. He wondered why someone so powerful would have a moment wasted on him. Maybe they were suspicious?

"It isn't," Jasper assured, "Katherine is just a lot better at memorizing faces than I am." His grin was smug, his gaze lidded. For whatever reason, Diesel could sense that Jasper didn't fully trust him. But still, the conversation seemed to be going somewhere. "Though I'd recognize a face like yours."

Diesel didn't know if that was flirting or a threat. "Thank you, sir... I rarely go to parties, just figured I'd try to make some friends for once."

"Well, consider us friends already, darling!" Katherine said cheerily. "Katherine Fritz. I'm the underboss."

Oh fuck. Now Diesel really regretted getting himself roped into this entire situation.

Jasper chuckled quietly. "It's alright, no need to be anxious. Let me buy you a drink."

Without waiting for Diesel to answer, Jasper placed a gentle hand on his back, guiding him towards the bar. It was surprisingly warm--Diesel could feel the heat through his clothes.

The smaller man let him guide them over, his brain nearly short-circuiting from everything going on.

The bartender turned to face them both, pushing a strand of black hair out of his face. He smiled as soon as he recognized Jasper. "Your usual?" he asked.

"The usual for me, yeah." Jasper leaned against the counter, gaze now on Diesel. "We're celebrating our new member tonight. How about...a Moscow mule for you? You strike me as a Moscow mule type of guy."

"Sure," Diesel stammered. Why was the head boss of The Iron Syndicate bothering to offer him a drink, let alone talk to him? He felt everyone's eyes on him. This must have been a common occurrence; the dangerous Jasper Lynn treating one of the others to a drink.

The bartender immediately began mixing together their drinks, seemingly distracted by the music.

"So..." Diesel muttered, "are you two dating?"

Jasper and Katherine both laughed.

"That's the complete opposite," Katherine assured him. "We hate each other. In a friendly way."

Diesel didn't comment how that made no sense to him.

"We've known each other since we were teenagers. Sometimes it might seem that way to strangers," Jasper said. His gaze was focused on Diesel, so intense that Diesel averted his eyes. "Why? You interested?"

What was even the correct answer to that? Jasper looked like he was having a great time watching him get flustered.

That cool gaze, and knowing smile. Something inside him hoped that this was actually flirting and not a test.

At least if it was actual flirting, the chances of him getting out of this alive were higher, surely. Diesel stuttered so much he could barely understand himself.

Katherine cooed. "Look at that. You broke the poor thing."

"Apologies," Jasper grinned, "I was teasing, obviously."

"Obviously," Diesel repeated weakly, cheeks flushed.

Their drinks were finally ready, and Diesel picked it up carefully. The glass was colder than he anticipated. He took a cautious sip of it, letting the liquid roll down his tongue. It tasted bitter, but he forced himself to enjoy it. If he didn't, he was scared either of them would notice.

"You haven't given us your name yet, sweet thing," Jasper pointed out, picking up his own glass of scotch.

Was he being interrogated?

"Oh, yeah. My name's Diesel," he said, realizing he just gave his real name. How was he still even alive at this point? "Um, Diesel Thomas." At least he could give himself a fake last name.

Jasper held out his hand for Diesel to shake, which the shorter man did timidly. He just hoped his palms weren't clammy, though Jasper was wearing gloves, so he doubted he'd notice.

"What brought you to The Iron Syndicate, Diesel Thomas?" Jasper asked smoothly. "No offense, but you stick out here like a sore thumb." He took another sip of his drink. Diesel almost panicked, searching for some kind of excuse.

"Bad decisions," he said eventually. "You know the whole shebang, the stereotypical sob story. Owe money, get in trouble with gangs, et cetera." Not entirely untrue.

Jasper nodded, humming under his breath in thought. Diesel's brain was practically screaming at him to find an escape route and fast.

Yet something made him want to stay. He hadn't ever seen Jasper face-to-face before. His reputation always preceded him, always painted him as such a violent, intimidating presence, and Diesel never would have guessed otherwise. Yet he seemed oddly relaxed and even playful with his behavior.

Though maybe he shouldn't assume things so quickly. Diesel had only talked to the guy for barely ten minutes.

And the way Jasper looked at him was... peculiar. He could have sworn there was a certain hunger to his gaze, but he probably was projecting. If he weren't a mob boss, Diesel would think he's just trying to get in his pants.

Both him and Katherine, honestly.

"How about some poker after some drinks?" Jasper casually asked.

"Oh, uh... I don't know how to play poker." Diesel finished his Moscow mule, silently placing it back down.

The other man chuckled. "How about pool?"

Katherine huffed. "Sure you wanna play pool again, Jaspie? I can't count how many times you've lost already today."

"That's why I'm challenging Diesel, actually," Jasper retorted, but his tone was still playful. He turned back to the younger man. "Don't ever accept her when she challenges you to a game. She cheats at everything."

"I'm just good at manipulating numbers, that's all," Katherine argued innocently, playing with her fingernails. Her red lipstick matched her nails nicely, Diesel couldn't help but notice. She was certainly stunning and charismatic, if a bit intimidating. Then again, Jasper was too, just in a different way. "If I just happen to have strong skills, should that be my fault?"

"Yeah, but you still cheat," Jasper chuckled. His gold eyes then met with Diesel's blue ones. "What do you say, honey?"

Playing pool wouldn't hurt, right? He didn't really know any of the rules of poker. So he simply shrugged. "Okay."

Immediately, Jasper took their cups back, giving them to the bartender behind the counter. Jasper gave him a wink. They moved to the pool table area of the casino.

"I assume you're not in the mood for old-fashioned gambling," Jasper chuckled, handing Diesel a cue. "So how about this? If you win, you get to make me do whatever you want. And if I win, I get to make you do whatever I want. How does that sound?" He twirled his pool cue between his fingers expertly.

The 'whatever you want' sounded promising in his head, but also terrifying. What the hell was that supposed to mean? It was so vague.

Katherine whistled. "Better take him up on that. He usually doesn't make those kinds of offers." She leaned forward, smiling at Diesel. "It'll probably just involve some sex and booze. Jasper isn't that creative. Simple-minded guy, easy to please."

Diesel choked on nothing.

Jasper glared at Katherine over his shoulder. "Thanks, Kat."

"Anytime."

"Uh..." Diesel's brain tried to compute everything happening right now. "That sounds good," he mumbled lamely. If he declined, would that raise suspicion? But if he accepted, would that also be bad? Well, even if that were the case, it was too late now. "Yeah, okay. Yeah."

Jasper flashed him that charming smile, and suddenly Diesel wanted to smack himself for agreeing.

He chalked his cue awkwardly as Jasper started racking the balls on the opposite side of the table. He then picked up a coin from a jar on the wall. "Heads or tails?" Jasper asked casually.

"Tails," Diesel muttered.

Jasper flipped the coin in the air before catching it in one palm. He peeked at it, that grin spreading even wider. "Well, looks like I'll be shooting first, pretty boy." He rolled up his sleeves to show off his tattooed arms.

Those pet names were gonna kill him, if Jasper didn't himself.

The taller man took his first shot. With a loud bang, all the balls bounced apart, the first ball falling into one of the pockets.

Jasper leaned down against the edge of the table again, taking another shot, but missed this time. When he glanced up at Diesel, it was with that same hungry expression from before.

The younger man fiddled with his cue before walking around to the opposite side of the table.

He hit a couple balls, though none landed into any of the holes. It was enough of an excuse for Jasper to get closer to Diesel's personal space than was necessary. Their arms brushed together every so often, Jasper's lips always close enough to Diesel's ear for him to hear the soft breathing emitting from the taller man.

At one point, Jasper pressed against him from behind, pinning him to the table.

"Let me show you how it works, darling," he whispered, guiding Diesel's hand with his own. Jasper then gently helped Diesel shoot properly, and this time the ball finally went into the hole. The mob boss pulled away after that, as if he hadn't done anything strange. "See what happens when you apply just the right amount of pressure?"

"You're quite handsy," Katherine teased, pulling Jasper away from Diesel. "Can you calm down with that? Poor Diesel's going to combust if you keep that up. Save it for the bedroom."

"He loves it," Jasper rolled his eyes.

They both continued playing until Jasper managed to get most of the striped balls into the pockets, winning the game. Diesel groaned internally.

"Huh, it's been awhile since I've actually won," Jasper commented, hanging up his pool cue back onto its rack on the wall. "Almost makes me want to play pool more often." He turned back around to face Diesel. "Guess that means I won our little wager. You remember the terms, don't you?"

"Yeah..." Diesel gulped audibly. This felt worse than having a gun pointed at him, somehow. He didn't like how Jasper was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, but he tried to ignore it anyway. "So...you wanna do what exactly..?"

Jasper pretended to contemplate it. "Hmm... what do you think, Kat?"

Katherine smirked. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'd like to see him to be honest about why he's really here." She folded her arms across her chest. "Isn't that right, Blevins?"

Diesel froze, color draining from his face instantly. There was no way. Absolutely no fucking way...

He glanced around, noticing that everyone seemed to stop talking among themselves and instead began approaching them all slowly. He noticed guns strapped to some of their hips.

Katherine and Jasper both were leaning against the table, not looking bothered at all. Jasper was sipping a drink, looking rather amused by something, while Katherine only stood beside him with the same smirk as before.

"How?" Diesel clutched his own chest. His heart felt like it was ready to explode out of his chest, going a million miles a minute.

Jasper chuckled. "Oh sweet, naive, silly Diesel Blevins," he purred. "You think I'm oblivious to anything that happens inside these walls? Really? It's my casino, my club. And everyone here is loyal to me. Your disguise wasn't clever."

"But...if you knew, why didn't you kill me right then and there?" Diesel frowned. That part truly confused him the most. If Jasper had figured out why he was here right when they first met, why play along with his bullshit?

"If I did, it'd ruin the fun," Jasper pouted mockingly. "Where's the fun in murdering someone right after meeting them? Where's the thrill?" He laughed again, much darker this time. "Plus, seeing the look on your face right now is worth it all. You're too easy to toy with, y'know? It's so rare I get people like you who are just too gullible, too curious. It's adorable."

Diesel blinked away tears. How pathetic was he, crying just because he fucked up again?

He wanted to curse at himself for ever accepting his offer, though if he had declined it, surely he still would have been found out anyway.

"What's gonna happen to me?" he choked out.

Jasper put his glass aside. He sauntered to the shorter man, cupping Diesel's chin gently. The poor thing didn't even protest the action.

"It depends," Jasper cooed, stroking his thumb along Diesel's cheekbone. "I could torture you for info. Kill you. Sell you." His tone suggested he didn't actually plan on doing any of those things. Diesel whimpered. "I'd prefer if you told me on your own who you work for. No need to make this complicated. After all, I like you quite a lot. You intrigue me. Plus, it'd be a shame to ruin such a beautiful face, no?"

"I...I can't tell you that!" Diesel stuttered. If he snitched, they would definitely end his life. Who cares if he was useless to them now, they wanted revenge. "I know how it works, they'd kill me for sure..."

With a laugh, Katherine replied, "Well, its either they do or we do."

Jasper laughed along with her. "Don't feel like you need to be loyal to whoever sent you here. I mean, they definitely sent you here on a death mission, anyway. You're clearly inexperienced with this type of stuff, they must've realized that if they knew anything about you, sweetheart. It's obvious you aren't used to being here, being with people like me. I could read you like an open book, honestly."

"...Velvet Fangs," Diesel finally muttered. "...I-I owed them debt because of my father. I dunno anything else... I-I can't tell you more. Please don't hurt me..."

"It's been awhile since we dealt with VF, huh?" Katherine frowned. "The last time was probably six years ago."

"Six years ago..." Jasper repeated. He looked up in thought, trying to remember back. Suddenly realization dawned on him, and his eyes lit up. "Ah, you're right! Hm. They used to be competent, what happened to them? Sending a civilian like you to retrieve information for them... Now that's sad, even for them. Their good recruits must've quit."

He seemed to be lost in thought. Diesel swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Can I go now...? I swear I won't tell anyone—"

"Nah-ah-ah, Diesel," Jasper interrupted. "We're not done yet. In fact, we've only just begun. Like I said earlier, I like you a lot." His grip on Diesel's jaw tightened briefly before letting go entirely.

He reached into his blazer pocket, revealing his pistol. The silver accents on the handgun gleamed under the casino's red light fixtures, making it appear like it was almost glowing in the darkness of the room. Jasper traced the barrel of the gun under Diesel's chin, forcing the smaller man to meet his gaze. Fear was clear in those blue orbs of his.

Jasper clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Give me your phone," he demanded.

Diesel only nodded in response, reaching into his pant's pocket and shakily pulling out his smartphone. Jasper grabbed it, tossing it to one of the guys behind him without looking.

"Transfer the files and then destroy it," Jasper ordered. The man gave him a brief salute and nod before pocketing Diesel's phone and walking away. "Hey," Jasper murmured softly, lifting up Diesel's chin with a single finger. "You still with me?" Diesel didn't need to respond, the fear in his eyes said everything. "I have an idea. Heads or tails?"

Jasper sure liked gambling. "H-heads...?"

He smiled and then flipped a quarter high into the air above him, grabbing it as it fell back down. When he checked, his grin widened.

"Lucky you. You're coming home with me." He yanked Diesel up by the arm. "But try anything, and I won't hesitate to fill you with lead, got it?" Diesel couldn't nod fast enough. "Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." He led him to a sleek black limousine that drove up to the entrance. Pushing him into the car, Jasper then followed, closing the door shut.

Diesel squeezed his eyes shut the entire time and chose to pretend none of this was real.

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