#george x m!reader

[maiiiwrites]

★ | WARM HUGS AND PJS . JPEG

PAIRING ! george weasley x f!reader

IN WHICH you spend xmas morning with your beloved or in ron’s words accidentally traumatizing him forever

how odd. the common room felt unusually cold despite the warmth flickering from the fireplace. it made you feel alone, a sentiment you've always felt during the holidays. but something about this year felt different.

maybe it's because of the comfort that tightly clung onto you.

"georgie.. baby.." you murmured.

a small hum escaped the giant redhead. despite that, he remained still. with no intention of letting you go. if possible, it seemed that he snuggled even closer to you.

you giggle at his clingy antics. "baby you have to let me go."

"mhmph no," george dismissed.

you knew you have to find a way to make him let you go before the students start rushing down.

"georgie we can't be found like this."

"and why is that love? you ashamed of me?" he frowned.

godric did he look absolutely adorable with his tiny pout. you gently ran your fingers through his bright red locks. noticing how george unconsciously leans into your touch.

"it's not that baby. you know that i love you, but do you really want to be teased this early? on christmas day?"

his brows furrowed as if he's contemplating his options. "i don’t mind if–"

aaaack!

a shriek from behind pulled your attention away from your lover. you couldn't help but laugh at ron’s disgusted face. "seriously?! this early in the morning?!" he groaned, shielding his eyes as if he walked in on an inappropriate scene.

"my apologies ron," you utter.

you eventually see harry and hermione come down the stairs and stand behind ron. hermione asks why ron is standing there looking like an idiot, something which he grumbles about. they were quick to check the tree and go through their presents.

"yn! look mom got you something!" ron cheered.

"and nothing for you george," he taunted, sticking his tongue out at him.

much to george's dismay, you untangle your limbs and walk towards his younger brother. "how sweet of mrs. weasley!" happily receiving the gift. it's been a while since you've received a gift given out of love. you carefully unwrap the gift, anticipating what lies beneath all the wrapping.

you soften spotting a matching set of pajamas. it's the perfect size for you and george. tears well up in your eyes as you gaze at the pjs in your hands. george, who has been watching you with pure adoration, notices how silent you've become.

"love?" he calls out.

slowly, you stood up and made your way towards george. burying your face at the crook of his neck, feeling safe enough to let out quiet sobs. george instinctively wraps his arms around you. he holds you close, muttering 'i love you's and assurance.

after a few minutes of simply basking in his embrace, you pull back to admire his features. you bring your hand up to brush along his freckled dusted cheeks. leaning in for a quick kiss that left him chasing after your lips.

"let's change into these, stay in, and cuddle all day. how's that sound?" you offer.

a lopsided grin made its way onto his face. he pulls you up and catches you off guard when he carries you bridal style. you were both a giggling fit as you made your way up to his dorm.

one thing was for certain, this year was definitely the best holidays you've had so far.

bonus:

harry speaks up once you've left, "it's like they're in their own little world."

"it's disgusting really," ron gagged.

hermione was quick to hit him. "they're adorable! you just won’t know a thing about romance. i bet you can’t even woo a girl."

ron frowns and quickly defends himself, saying how he did manage to go on a date once! which hermione ignores, her attention on the wonderful quill mrs. weasley gifted her.

© maiiiwrites — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[20doozers]

★Bonfire★

TW: fluff, teasing, some cuddling, gn!reader (mostly), overall just bill fluff, nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘Schatz’, bitte/please Schatz/darling

“You’re so weird bill.” You chuckled softly, teasing bill for wanting his s’more’s to not have chocolate on it. He rolled his eyes in return, resting his head on your shoulder as you two sat there. It was a late night in the summer and your family had decided to have a bonfire/barbeque, so you brought bill. There was alcohol, s’more’s, some hotdogs, etc. it was nice, a small summertime gathering with family and friends and a few other people you and bill didn’t know.

“I just don’t like chocolate, I think it ruins it.” Bill huffed as he leaned against you, pouting as you teased him.

You slid an arm around bill, your hand resting on his slim and pale waist. He had chose to wear a cropped tanktop and a pair of black sweatpants, not wasting too much effort since it was summer and makeup would melt off anyway. He loved little gatherings like this, it was always fun to spend quality time with you and your family and meet people. Your family liked him too, finding his style unique, your grandparents and older family members spoiling him with random sums of money and heaps of compliments, even getting plant based things so bill could enjoy the food too since he was vegetarian. Bill always felt so loved and special.

Your hand rested on his waist, gently rubbing the skin there as bill leaned against you. The fire was warm and crackling, the orange glow illuminating the area. It was almost dark, the sun slowly falling below the horizon as darkness settled onto the yard. You sighed as you looked at bill, kissing the top of his head and giving his waist a reassuring squeeze as he took a bite of his s’more, the sticky marshmallow sticking to his lips as he chewed which caused you to chuckle. He was so cute, the orange glow making him look oh so adorable to you as he ate his s’mores.

Yet bill soon grew tired, after all, helping tend to a fire and helping out with the food and such was hard work. So bill eventually looked up at you, noticing how focused you were on the fire.

“Y/n…” bill murmured quietly, wanting your attention.

“Yes, Schatz?” You questioned softly, raising an eyebrow as you looked at the sleepy boy, his attitude a stark contrast of his sassy, silly self earlier.

“Can we go to bed bitte..?” Bill asked quietly, earning a small chuckle from you as you gently kissed his forehead.

“Of course..”

You two made your way inside, going straight towards your room since bill was so tired. He changed into pajamas and so did you, before crawling into bed with you.

He sighed as he climbed on top of you and basically collapsed on your chest with a small huff which caused you to wrap your arms around him and pulled the blankets over the two of you. You two laid there tangled in eachothers limbs, one of your arms holding him while you gently carded your fingers through his hair. You let him fall asleep, knowing the poor boy was exhausted.

“Sleep well baby..” You whispered, gently pressing a kiss to his head. You only received a sleepy snore in response, causing you to chuckle as you continued to gently play with his hair. You gently braided and unbraided his hair, your fingers gently brushing through his soft ravenette locks, softly combing the knots out with your fingers. He was so adorable, his pajamas which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, his pale skin looking oh so fitting in comparison to his more gothic style.

He was yours to marvel at, and you loved the boy dearly.. maybe even more than you loved bonfires.

I hate this fic wtf. Anyway my weekly fic is done. Im sorry about it being so short but im toughing out a writers block and just overall a bit busy with family and mental health or whatever. Im trying to write as much I can but its kind of hard to. Love you guys!

Tags: @itsmealaiah @goreishgorinthgoreofshits @cosmicck @tomssexdoll @cherry-rawr @madzandmore @billskeis @kaulitzswhxre (let me know if you wanna be on my taglist!)

[xxzlushiez]

Make some noise

B. Kaulitz x M! Reader

Synopsis: Your band is the opening act for Tokio Hotel’s concert and Bill falls in love with your voice.. and other things abt you (Not proofread yet😓)

Notes: 18+, Name is a singer, bill crushing hard, making out, subtle touches, dirty thoughts, boners??, oral, Name wears makeup (not specified what kind), Name’s sexuality isn’t labeled, dacryphilia

A/N: I came to the realization that I haven’t wrote M! Reader so I decided to🤭GONNA WRITE OTHER ONES SOOONN BUT NEED IDEAS. I hate this one so much I feel like it’s rushed

“I never knew somebody like you, somebody, Falling just as hard, I’d rather lose somebody than use somebody.”

- When he found out an American band was the opening for their concert he was a little confused

- But either way, German or American he was excited to see them preform

- Apparently the band was popular in multiple countries and was on tour in Germany and he got just a little intimidated

- But tried to think of it as more people to be acquainted with

- Talked to staff about the band to learn more

- When the bus had arrived he was the first out to go greet them with the rest of the band

- There was 3 other members that came out before he saw you

- You looked drop dead gorgeous

- Like you had just come out of a modeling gig

- Wanted to greet you guys but got to nervous so he left to go do his makeup and decided to introduce himself later

- You thought it was a little weird that everyone else but the lead singer was there to greet you but brushed it off as him being busy

- You and your band began setting up your equipment on stage while conversing with the other 3 from from the band

- You watched everyone do their thing for the most part but got pretty close with the bass player of their band

- He told you about the lead singer and you learned he was just nervous about the show so wasn’t able to come out (lieeesss)

- You made a plan to wish him luck after the opening

- when it was time to start the show the venue was filled to the brim with people (is that a safety hazard?? Who cares)

- Bill had retouched his makeup dozens of times and and stalled for so long that Tom had to come and drag him out so he could watch the opening with the rest

- found out that the reason your band became so popular was because of your almost sexual way of singing (ehehehehe😈)

- was a litttttle confused about what “sexual” meant but very quickly understood the once you started

- You voice was soft and almost whiny? like you were begging, pleading for something

- from the way you moved to how you caught the audiences attention it was all just so…uhhh pornographic in a way??

- an eye opening experience fs😭

- Georg told him that was the whole point

- one time you had made your way across the stage near the group and looked at him and smiled before continuing to indulge in the crowd

- noticed how hot his body was and the buzzing feeling yk…(do I have to spell it out?)

- one moment between songs you pulled at your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead and he came to the realization of something

- He had a crush on you or was at least severely attracted to you (whatt I never should’ve guessed😐)

- By the time the opener came to a close he realized he hadn’t taken his eyes away from you once

- when making your way to your designated room you nodded at him and gave him a light squeeze on the arm before wishing him the best

- Maybe he was overthinking…

- But it seemed like you were flirting with him the way touched him and how close you got

- it was like you had already figured out what you did to him

- forgot a little about it while preforming but yk…it’s hard to forgot someone like you

- so naturally his was filled with pictures of you that were not so innocent

- Glanced backstage during a song and noticed you were watching

-saw you were only watching him and was screaming (mentally bro…this isn’t Schrei )

- When the concert ended the group was full of adrenaline and excitement from preforming

- One of your members suggested his band join your’s for drinks at a near by club

- Ofc he agreed alongside everyone else and made their way to your band’s car

- When he opened the car door he stopped so quick you were the first thing he saw

- Sprawled across the few seats in the back row, hand up your shirt, eyes closed probably cooling off from the summer heat

- Of course you were gonna be with the group and he was gonna have to see you laying out before him like you were

- that was supposed to happen later you silly🙄

- You apologized and sat up to accommodate for the extra people

- finally grew a pair and introduced himself to you

- staring at your legs because they kept touching his when you readjusted yourself

- lightly shifting your hips to get comfortable

- Bill is a starin hard asl trust me (in a trance)🙏

- noticed you didn’t talk as much as he thought you would’ve

- Only when talked to directly did you look up from the phone in your lap

- When you did it was with Georg which made him a little jelly bc he wanted to talk with you too

- frustrated bc of how silent you were (like how can someone with such a voice be so quiet)

- didn’t have the confidence to talk to you w/o being sure he wouldn’t bend you over right then and there

- When you did talk he was all ears staring at you

- heart eyes when you brought up how he “did so well” on his performance

- innocently placing your hand on his knee when leaning forward to talk with the bassist

- Fought the knee jerk reactions it gave him when you did

- Took the time when you were quietly scrolling on your phone to admire you

- Staring at all the details of your face and taking a mental picture (for laterrrr)

- Noticed all the small things most wouldn’t like how your makeup accentuated your features

- wanted to just reach out and trace your face with his finger

- counts your beauty marks and freckles if you have any

- Saw the way you fidgeted w/ your lip piercings when listening to the person talking to you

- He wanted to fidget with your piercings to :((

- When they arrived everyone made their way to security to get in

- while getting out you leaned in to whisper to him

- “You should probably fix the boner you have before coming in.”

- Before hopping out of the car and making your way in with the rest of the group

- Mortified was the only way to describe how he was feeling😰

- so embarrassed that he just stayed in the car for like 20 minutes (contemplated stealing the car and driving to the hotel)

- eventually just made his way inside because if he couldn’t get over the humiliation sober he definitely could drunk

- After he ordered a drink he observed the club, the fluorescent lights and loud music helped him forget about what happened

- untillll he saw you and Tom chatting up some girls surrounding you both on a couch near the VIP rooms

- He expected it from Tom but he definitely didn’t from you

- noticed pretty quickly that he was watching and sent him a almost unnoticeable smile before turning back to the girl laid out on your lap laughing at something she said which was most definitely some corny joke that wasn’t even funny (can you tell he’s jealous?)

- saw the way the girl played with your hair and fidgeted around with your hands

- face flushing he quickly downed the drink the bartender dropped off

- Couldn’t tell if he was confused or turned on by how you were acting with him and how undeniably attractive you looked doing it

- Pushed his way through the crowd into a empty bathroom

- After staring at himself deciding if he should just leave for a few minutes someone knocks and opens the door

- Surprise surprise! It’s you ofc who else?🙄

- “what’re you doing in here?”

- “Came in to see if you got rid of your problem yet”

- Jaw DROPPED

- but he hadn’t…sooo

- you stared at him through those heavy lashes like you expected him to give into you or something

- he did (duh)

- pretty aggressive kissing

- like shoving each other against the wall and everything leaving you gasping into him and him laughing against you type of kissing

- Plays w/ your piercings nonstop

- “What about those girls you left huh? What about them?”

- Shaking your head you laugh at him and he feels his face get warmer

- “Is the little rockstar jealous? Don’t worry they weren’t really my type but I can ask them to join if you want?”

- got that familiar knot in his stomach just hearing about someone else In the position he was in

- “no..only you, jus’ want you”

- Pulls and tugs at you shirt until you get the hint and finally take it off to his pleasure

- presses the softest of kisses against your stomach when making his way down

- teases you abt how much noise you make when he knows he’s stroking you so well knowing your finally getting what you both want

- palms the head when you try and push your hips toward him

- uses his tongue piercing to his advantage

- Found out he got aroused when he saw you tear up while fucking into his hand😦(whattt no way)

- Holds your hands above your head when you try to cover your mouth

- “I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours let me hear every sound you make”

- Was going mental listening to you

- “ your moans drive me so crazy….ah! please don’t stop!!”

- “wanna see what you do to me?”

- “Am I making you feel good? Please…please Name say I am”

- likes to be praised and told he’s doing a good job

- so harsh w his thrusts bc he wants you tell him he’s doing well

- Eye contact through the mirror AHHHHHH

- Pushes down on your neck to make your back arch up into him

- mini photo shoot of you both while he’s balls deep inside you he’s just like “cheese!”

- overstimulation😵‍💫a little self indulgent

- bro’s whiny himself and you are both just so LOUD but tried to cover his up so he can hear yours

- was a eeny weeny bit mean honestly🤭

- wants to be the only one to hear the sounds you make

- made you look at how good he’s plowing in and out of you

- pulled completely out to see the sexed out expression you make just to shove all of him in again to see your eyes roll back and hear you cry his name in complete bliss

- having sex w him was so so chaotic

- so many positions (like…so many)

- risking getting caught by doing it in a public bathroom

- when you licked down to the base of his cock he almost passed out

- like pushed you off covering his mouth panting bc typa pass out💀

- 100% a switch bc he just likes you to use him sometimes🤭

- more of a giver than a receiver but doesn’t turn you down if you want to just pleasure him for a while

[melinoe-dearest09]

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I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

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Please help the People in Gaza!!! They need our support!!

[tomssexdoll]

can you do headcanons like Tom with overly nice reader and she’s scared to hurt people,forgives easily so easily that sometimes it might hurt her and doesn’t get into fights and stuff and like she’s really sensitive you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to anyway ily

yesss bbg

sensitive gf headcannons

he hates that you forgive so easily, especially people who hurt you

knows you cry easily so he tries not to hurt your feelings

always cuddling and kissing you

gives you gifts all the time

cute dates

tries to encourage you to stand up for yourself

if you dont he will

in arguments you always sob

you apologise for the smallest things

tom loves how sensitive you are

gentle during sex

very very gentle aftercare

if he's fucking you roughly he always praises, never degrades

cuddles you to sleep

comforts you when you cry because of what someone has done

will confront or fight anyone who hurts you

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomkaulitzloverr @kaulitzsbabyy @ge-billsgf @ballhair @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy

[deadqueerboys]

Fellas, should I trust another white British boy and write for him?? 😭😭

[clarkesb0y]

WHO I WILL WRITE ⌿

keys (what i would write for the chars) :

- angst - *

- fluff - ^

- smut - ‘

youtubers/tiktokers :

zerkaa (josh) *^‘

wroetoshaw (harry) *^‘

miniminter (simon) *^‘

george clarke *^‘

arthur tv *^‘

top gun :

jake 'hangman' seresin *^‘

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw *^‘

shameless :

lip gallagher *^‘

carl gallagher *^‘

ian gallagher *^‘

the hunger games :

peeta mellark *^‘

finnick odair *^‘

coriolanus snow (tbosas) *^‘

sejanus plinth *^‘

heartbreak high :

malakai *^‘

ant *^‘

spider *^‘

cash *^‘

actors ( *^‘ )

request any actor, theres a big chance i will write about them.

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i may write more characters from movies/tv shows, request them and i will think about it.

you can request multiple characters in the same group, but must include m!reader in your prompt message.

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requests are open again! Don't forget to read the rules 🌹

[elixirina]

i am george weasleys wife and i approve of this message. also finally someone who gets his photo right. its not that hard to tell him and fred apart bro

you’ve been my favourite for a long time !

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒george weasley headcannons﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/���: i made one of these a while back, but i had a few more ideas and the old one sucked. anyway, enjoy lovelies xxx

requests are always open <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: favourite - fontaines dc

𖦹 goofiest socks ever. always mismatched with different prints - current favourite is one leppard print and one with avocados in christmas hats.

𖦹 LOVES muggle romcoms. will see any couple in a functioning relationship and poke you on the shoulder. “they’re so us.”

𖦹 collects EVERYTHING. he is the ultimate hoarder.

𖦹 reads aloud. no one knows why. he just feels the need to let everyone know about his astronomy homework i guess.

𖦹 his sleeves are always rolled up. you don’t mind (his forearms are so hot).

𖦹 is always biting his nails. if he’s nervous, bored or whatever. his nails are bitten right down to the skin. but he lovesss having you paint them.

𖦹 obviously we’ve established he’s a needy freak. constantly hands somewhere on you. not necessarily sexually, mind you, but still very contact heavy.

𖦹 ESPECIALLY. kissing you. anywhere he can manage. lips, cheeks, neck, hands, waist, jawline, hips, thighs, ANYWHERE.

𖦹 loves setting up dorky fun dates for the two of you. cooking, arcades, study dates, cinema, and ANY else you can think of. all of it seems straight out of some muggle rom-com— oh, okay. you know where he gets the ideas from now.

𖦹 obsessed with all the cute coupley stuff!! will call you any nickname under the sun. the more you blush, the better.

𖦹 loves giving GIFTS. has a list of emergency gifts for you just in case. brings flowers on every date!!

𖦹 most teachers love you (obviously excluding snape), but all of them have had to ask george to control himself in class, at least once. although mcgonagall is firmly betting on the two of you marrying the moment after you graduate.

𖦹 LOVES having you at the burrow. something about you being in his space, with his family … his possessive streak is kicking in again.

𖦹 but don’t worry, his family doesn’t miss out on the excessive pda either. he’s constantly squeezing your thigh under the table, dragging you to sit on his lap, playing with your jewellery.

𖦹 any way, any how and any place, george will make sure everyone knows you’re his.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Terrible Two | Max Verstappen x Hamilton! Reader

Summary: Lewis hates the idea of Max dating his sister. Not because he's overprotective but because he’s trying to save the younger driver from the insanity of his sister. Or the one where Y/N terrorises the Grid OFF the track and Max terrorises them ON the track.

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Not 2021.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

Requested by @shelbyteller

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YourUserName race day with my favourite hamilton (oh, and lewis was there too, i guess) 💚 tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

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User 1 i live for the hamilton sibling shade

lewishamilton i miss how peaceful my life was before you were born

→ YourUserName i miss how peaceful my life was before i was born too

→ User2 oof, felt that

roscoelovescoco loves you aunty y/n

→ YourUserName and i love you my sweet boy. i’m already planning my next attempt to kidnap you

→ User3 i love that she wastes no time to pick on lewis but plays along with his roscoe account

→ YourUserName i don’t play when it comes to my fluffy man

User4 miss thing, you are not slick. we all see the red bull in the last slide

→ User5 omg and they were seen chatting outside the space between the two garages earlier

→ User6 she was also seen talking to charles, pierre, valtteri and george but i don’t see any of you linking them together?

→ User7 her and Charles tho

→ User6 ffs 🙄

mercedesamgf1 you and roscoe are also our favourite hamiltons

→ lewishamilton i just can’t catch a break

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me into the garage to see the baby 🐶

maxverstappen1 always nice having you around the paddock

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YourUserName another weekend, another flex 🏁. also, thank you to @ nike for literally being the reason i get to chase my brother around the world tagged: lewishamilton, georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 will you stop eating my snacks

→ YourUserName no, you don’t need them. your trainer says you’re getting fat

→ georgerussell63 don’t tell lies!

lewishamilton shoes on the bed!!

→ YourUserName they never touched the bed! and they’ve never even touched the ground!

→ YourUserName get off my post!

→ YourUserName go lose some races!

→ lewishamilton just like you’ve lost my love!

→ YourUserName i never wanted it in the first place!

charles_leclerc perhaps you could wear red next?

→ landonorris nah mate. papaya all the way

→ maxverstappen1 i think she'd look better in blue

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mercedesamgf1 thank you for being the most entertaining member of the garage

→ georgerussell63 admin, how could you? i thought i was the best 🥺

User8 i'm living for y/n's sponsored post for work literally leads to her terrorising half the grid

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User9 no because the way this woman had him blushing and kicking his feet outside his own garage earlier, he’s smitten

→ User10 i was in the paddock and no joke, he giggled!

User11 um i highly doubt max is flirting with y/n to mess with lewis, if anything, lewis asked y/n to flirt with max to mess up his game

→ User12 i bet you’re feeling real foolish about this comment now (race day tweet)

→ User13 agreed with user12, if anything the flirting fuelled max because he won with an 8 second lead

User14 no because they would be far too hot for any of us to handle

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YourUserName thanks for having me @ redbullracing. it was a different perspective of the track, that’s for sure. well done on your 1-2 tagged: maxverstappen1

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mercedesamgf1 but you’re still a traitor 💔

lewishamilton i missed you

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re so needy

→ YourUserName but i missed you too

redbullracing our good luck charm

→ georgerussell63 back off. you can’t have her

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maxverstappen1 it was a delight to have you

→ User15 dude you need better rizz than that

charles_leclerc ferrari in the future?

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danielricciardo i tried getting you to visit me there for years but max comes along and asks ONCE

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YourUserName he said he liked my curls so I let him take me for a drive

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yourfriend okay but the hair is looking fire

lewishamilton who’s car is that

lewishamilton where are you

lewishamilton who are you with

lewishamilton I know you’re on your phone. stop ignoring my comments

→ User1 lewis is killing me

→ User2 she’s really making him work up a sweat

yourfriend2 these pics are killing me. salivating

→ yourfriend3 agreed. bark bark woof woof

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User3 okay but doesn’t that look a lot like max’s recent car?

→ lewishamilton show me the evidence

→ User3 omg no way you replied

→ User4 you literally can barely see the car but okay?

maxverstappen1 was he at least a good driver?

→ YourUserName i don’t know. he hit the curb and was a bit on the slow side

→ User5 you ain't slick, sis

landonorris omg you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about us

→ YourUserName omg but you kept asking me for curl care routines. how could i resist?

alex_albon i mean the curls are nice but i don’t know how he can put up with your personality

→ YourUserName @ lilymhe dump him

→ lilymhe but he’s losing? so i feel like i have to wait until the season is over

→ alex_albon babe!

User6 do they need a third

User7 everybody stay FUCKIGN CALM!

User8 okay but the way he holds her when he kisses her 🥹

User9 can somebody check on lewis? i feel he may not be able to handle this

User10 anyone else think these photos are an absolute invasion of privacy? how disgusting

→ User11 oh agreed. we hate that this was done but we're also so happy that they're together

User12 the dream team. one can terrorise the grid OFF the track and one terrorises them ON the track

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YourUserName when bae is thirsty so am i 💦

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User13 is this a hard launch

→ User14 no, i think the paps did that for them

→ maxverstappen1 she had a 10 page document of plans for a soft launch as well

→ User15 um miss y/n, we'll still take those posts please

User16 does this mean we’re going to be getting y/n in the red bull garage from now to on and not Merc :(

→ georgerussell63 we were told we had to have shared custody

→ mercedesedamgf1 toto and christian had to sign a contract

lewishamilton i don’t like this. i'm happy for you but i do not need max verstappen thirst traps all over my feed

→ YourUserName well, i know you much prefer the real thing but you’re not allowed to drool over that anymore

→ lewishamilton how do i disown you?

→ YourUserName i've been asking myself that question for years

danielricciardo woohoo maxie. i wasn't familiar with you like that

charles_leclerc it's nice to see the two of you finally together so that max stops talking to me in the cool down room about your beauty

→ maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up.

→ YourUserName @ maxverstappen1 aww you think i’m pretty

→ maxverstappen1 of course I do

landonorris how could you do this to me. i thought we were forever

→ YourUserName we weren’t even for 2 minutes

→ danielricciardo she only likes champions, mate

redbullracing going to need these blown up and out in the garage

→ YourUserName already on it

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YourUserName just a couple of besties aka my brother wants to steal my boyfriend tagged: maxverstappen1, lewishamilton

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danielricciardo i think you mean MY boyfriend

→ YourUserName max told me your little fling meant nothing to him

→ danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 you bitch!

→ maxverstappen1 i'm sorry but y/n means more to me than our night together

→ danielricciardo take it back

→ YourUserName your head game just wasn’t that strong

→ lewishamilton @ YourUserName i hate you for making me read that

georgerussell63 why don’t you take pics like this of me with lewis 🥺 i like him more than max does

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re upsetting all of your boyfriends tonight

→ lewishamilton i hate you

landonorris does this mean you’re free for me to hit you up

→ maxverstappen1 watch your back on the track

→ redbullracing @ maxverstappen1 christian said you’re not allowed to say that online anymore

→ maxverstappen1 for legal purposes, my previous comment was a joke

maxverstappen1 you’re the only Hamilton for me, schatje

→ YourUserName love you baby

→ maxverstappen1 love you too 💕

→ charles_leclerc @ maxverstappen1 i miss when you loved me

mercedesamgf1 please stop posting these. you’re making the rest of the grid jealous

mclaren please stop upsetting the grid by revealing their affairs. now they’re all crying

williamsracing @ YourUserName for the sake of the race, please stop stealing max from his boyfriends. they can’t drive through their tears

redbullracing we need more content like this, please. if the other drivers are too heartsick, there’s nothing standing in our way

→ redbullracing for legal reasons, this is a joke

[gutsby]

Cowboy Killers

Pairing: Cowboy!Joel x Reader

Summary: On a mission to find—and fight—your best friend’s lying, cheating boyfriend at the bar, you end up throwing your drink in the wrong face and landing in a sticky situation with Joel Miller, who never plays fair.

Warnings: 18+. Drunk-Assholes-to-Enemies-to-Lovers. Oral (m!receiving). Road head. Age gap. Daddy kink.

Note: My favorite sub-genre of country music is ‘I’m Gonna Fucking Kill My Husband,’ and I think Miranda Lambert’s ‘Gunpowder & Lead’ is a perfect representation of that.

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Forgive and forget.

Forgive and forget.

Forgive and—

“I’m about to lay this motherfucker out,” you announced.

Across the line, your friend laughed.

“Yeah? You see him?”

Of course you saw him. Who else would be wearing a Carhartt flannel and jeans in ninety-four degree heat? Not a soul in this world but your friend’s own lying, piece of shit, hopefully-soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, you guessed.

The game that Old Fuckstick Miller had decided to play tonight was a dangerous one—he was dumb as shit, and you were drunker than a skunk. He was dating your best friend, and she was not present at the Tipsy Bison to see the barefaced clusterfuck taking place before you now.

She was home, over thirty minutes away. He had told her that morning he would be working late, and not to wait up. You were here, at the bar, approaching one A.M. with a Redbull Vodka clenched in either fist and a Texas-sized frown on your face, seeing the very same man with his hands all over a woman that wasn’t your friend. You’d wanted to puke as soon as you saw them. You knew you could never trust a man who claimed to be an Austin native and couldn’t name a single George Strait song.

Your friend had only been dating the guy for a month, and you’d just seen his face in pictures up until now, but from what you could see less than twenty feet in front of you—slightly blurred from all the drinks you’d had—this guy was him. A dick. There, cheating on your best friend.

And no man would get to do that and walk out unscathed if you had anything to say about it.

Your grip tightened on either one of your fizzy drinks and, barely managing to cradle the phone between your head and your shoulder, you gestured over to another friend.

“Dave. Take it,” you said, words slurring a little.

Dave York cocked an eyebrow but said nothing as you passed him one of your RBVs and shimmied off the barstool. By the time he was able to pose his question, your ass, your phone, and your one remaining drink were already wobbling the other way. Vaguely, you heard him:

“Where ya headed, hon?”

You turned and raised your drink, then seriously doubted he would be able to hear you over the blare of the music, but yelled back anyway, ‘I’M GONNA KILL SOMEONE!’

The age-old pro-forgiveness aphorism continued to thump in your brain as you made your way over and began to contemplate every feasible method of murder.

A gun in the face would’ve been too simple—and besides, you’d never owned or shot a firearm in your life.

Poison could be fun, but from the way you were approaching the man now, you seriously doubted he’d ever let you get within a mile of his drink. You nudged the phone closer to your ear and took a sip from your own.

“Closing in,” you told your friend simply.

She’d already given you the go-ahead to execute the confrontation and beat his ass any way you pleased after the fact. Now it wasn’t so much a matter of ‘if’ but ‘when’ you’d finally get to encroach on this little loved up scene at the other end of the bar. The man had had his back turned to you, and the stunning redhead hanging off his neck, likewise, had no idea what was coming. You smiled.

“Promise you won’t go to jail this time?” your friend said.

“Will you bail me out again if I do?” Your grin got bigger.

“Well, duh.”

“Good deal. I’ll be the shitfaced inmate with ‘Fuck Men’ tattooed on her forehead. Wait for Travis County to call.”

“I love you, psycho.”

“Love you more.”

You ended the call.

And you were fully ready to end this man’s life when you saw him lean in to kiss the woman’s neck—that was sick.

You weren’t thinking straight. You weren’t seeing straight

You yelled out, ‘He-e-e-ey, honey!’ without blinking.

The couple turned.

As soon as the man had done a full 180, you flung your drink in his face and made sure the cup struck his nose.

“You cheatin’ FUCK!”

He flinched, sprayed by your vodka-infused energy juice.

The music overhead was loud, but not so deafening as to prevent the bar from hearing your shriek. From the front of the room, a band was playing ‘Gunpowder & Lead,’ and you couldn’t help but feel the song had been fate.

“What the f—” the adulterer started, evidently stunned.

You knocked the Shiner Bock out of his hand and spat:

“Working late, are we?!”

And spilled another patron’s beer reeling back.

“Got a little caught up on the way home?”

Gesturing toward the green-eyed beauty to his left. At first, the girl fixed her stare on you as if you’d sprouted another head, but then, by turns, she was tilting it to him.

“You have a girlfriend?” she hissed.

Cheater McFuckstick was wiping his beard with his hand

Shaking his head.

“Hell no, I ain’t never—”

“LIAR!”

Channeling your inner Representative Wilson circa 2009, you let your mouth fall open and stared at the big, burly man like the Congressman had once done to President Obama all those years ago. The semi-stranger in front of you was far less composed than his political counterpart.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” he snapped.

You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Is she your girlfriend?” would-be mistress said, shrill.

“NO!” you and been-knew asshole yelled together.

You saw the man’s nostrils flare, and at the same time, the woman beside him departed. Quickly. A few people around you cleared the way, while others still stared, gawked, and murmured amongst themselves. The Miranda Lambert cover band continued on without a hitch, though you could tell there had been a stir in the crowd. They probably thought the worst of it was over.

They thought wrong.

“You’re a dick,” you seethed, unrelenting.

You almost expected the man to turn and leave.

You thought wrong.

“You’re a cunt.”

And the man chucked a stray whiskey sour in your face.

The $15 spirits splattered on your skin like the meanest insult of all. His aim was better. Though he didn’t let go of the cup, as you had with him, he did make sure to coat the whole of your twisted look with the liquor, and once it landed, he had had the nerve to do something else, too.

He brought the glass to his lips then drank what was left.

“How’s it feel?” he sneered.

You stood in wet, sticky silence for half a second; arguably, you’d earned that cocktail to the face.

On the other hand, who the fuck did he think he was?

You grabbed a random can of Keystone Light and flung it at his chest to give him a hint—and catch him off-guard.

“You’re a bitch, Tommy Miller!”

“Wh—”

“Maria’s my best friend, you absolute f—”

“What—”

“—and you cheated on her for what? All so she—”

“What did you just call me?!”

“A BITCH!”

“No, the NAME!”

“TOMMY MILLER!”

“I’M JOEL!”

Oh.

Oh.

You and Joel were shortly escorted out of the bar.

Joel’s name, and a trace of bourbon, were still fresh on your tongue when you found yourself stranded in the middle of the Tipsy Bison parking lot two minutes later. You leaned into a car beside you and held your stomach.

“Someone drop you on the head as a baby?” Joel barked.

Presently, for you, the world was tilting sideways, and your head was throbbing at a nauseating tempo.

“Go around slingin’ drinks at any old man you—”

Green. Green must’ve been the color of your face as you braced your hands on your knees and assumed a stance as if to scream at the ground. Rather than expecting any noise to ring out, though, you had only to squeeze your eyes shut and hold onto a hunch for something much less pleasant. And viscous.

Reeking mostly of Red Bull and regret, if you had to guess.

Joel took a big step back, and then he took another.

“Da-a-adgummit, girl, what the—”

He turned away just in time to miss the sight of you emptying your guts on the ground, but not quite fast enough to be spared the sounds of you retching. They were loud. Joel Miller was known to be a largely imperturbable force around these parts, but even he was made to feel queasy hearing that. Out of habit, he clapped his hand to his own gut and stumbled off. He stared at the bar, then at his car, then at the gravel crushed under his feet for what felt like the longest time. Then his gaze lingered to his lower half, and he thought:

‘Please, please don’t gimme no daughters. Please.’

He was forty-five. The time for making babies and raising daughters to be anything like a woman of your ilk was probably long past him. All the same, he kept his gaze on his crotch and sighed. Balls, you better not betray me.

When he heard the crunch of rocks, he turned around.

“HEY!”

Oh, no. No. Not tonight.

You were staggering to your car, keys in hand.

“Hey!” Joel called again, jogging after you.

It seemed the second shout had done him no more favors than the first. You were fumbling to get the key inside the door, and you looked as determined as ever.

Over your shoulder, you tossed back, careless:

“You ain’t the boss of me, Tommy Miller.”

You got the key to turn. You opened the door. You were just about to climb inside what looked to Joel to be the ugliest Dodge Ram pickup he’d seen in his life, when he grabbed your arm.

“It’s Joel,” he growled. Pinching your elbow tight as he tugged it back, “And you ain’t driving anywhere tonight.”

Somewhere in front of him, tilted away from his line of vision, you must’ve been grinning, because the next thing he heard from you was the scoff of a laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

Joel flipped you around to face him.

“Yeah,” he snapped.

Feeling a bit like a kid for mimicking your tone.

What were you, twenty-two? Twenty-three? You couldn’t have been a patron of a place like Tipsy Bison for very long, or else he would’ve recognized you tonight.

Then again, you struck him as the type to have had a fake ID since you were fifteen, so he really couldn’t know.

“I’m twenny-wuh-un,” you slurred up at him, exaggerated, once he’d made you step down from the running board and onto the ground. Answering his last unspoken question with the same, sleepy grin as before. Then lifting one of your hands to wag a finger in his face, “I can drink legal anywhere I want to in this country.”

“Not there,” Joel nodded to the interstate.

You looked to where he’d gestured and whistled. Standing and staring, like he had done to his crotch.

“Well fuck me-e!” you said next, dragging out the sound a childish amount, “You the law or somethin’, Mr. Joel?”

“Ain’t no cop.” Joel rolled his eyes.

You kept smiling. Then you turned on your heels.

And instead of trying to climb back into your truck, you sauntered off—in what direction, Joel couldn’t tell. You were more so bumbling about, turning in circles like the world’s most scantily-clad, semi-intoxicated ballerina. And then you stopped. You put your hands on your hips.

“‘Cause I’m the law,” you resumed in a slow, deliberate drawl. The twang you used was mostly feigned, “And you cain’t beat the law. Don’t nobody get away with that, not even a bunch’a Alabama smart alecks, believe you me.”

Joel didn’t know what the fuck you were talking about. The man was Texas born and bred, and you knew it.

He communicated as much by pinning you with a wide, bewildered stare, and something in that seemed to amuse. You stared back, making your eyes bug out too.

“It’s a quote from a movie,” you said, after a beat, “You’ve never seen Fried Green Tomatoes before?”

Joel couldn’t say that he had.

Joel reckoned there was a lot more than just movies he didn’t share in common with you. Miss Twenty-One. Barely a year past the age he’d been when he’d moved out of the house and tried to make a living on his own.

This woman, this girl he saw twirling out in front of him now probably couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the heel if he’d asked you to. Joel shook his head and moved his feet, frown etching deep.

“Alright, princess. Up.”

You didn’t seem to understand, until he’d lifted you. Up.

You were thrown over his shoulder and carried to a truck much nicer than yours in less than fifteen seconds or so.

“Stinks in here,” you said as soon as he’d set you down.

Then, sniffing the air—and grinning:

“Aw, hell, Miller…you smoke?”

Joel wished he’d said no.

Wished he’d rolled his eyes and told you to pipe down, stop asking him questions. It would’ve made the drive a whole lot easier, and more peaceful. Nowhere near as painful, either, if he were being perfectly honest—the strain in his jeans had already gotten to be more than he could bear, and all you’d asked for was a pack of smokes.

“They call ‘em Cowboy Killers,” you said, matter-of-fact.

“I know what they’re called,” Joel grumbled in reply. Flicking the radio on and hoping to find a tune that would drown out the too-lovely, cloying voice you’d assumed as soon as you thought you might win a cigarette off of him. More chatty now than ever.

And for one, blissful moment, Toby Keith had you beat. The calm was fleeting. As soon as ‘Who’s Your Daddy’ started to drift through the car’s old speakers, you reached across and turned the knob to the left.

“Gross,” you muttered.

“What?”

“Got a light?”

“Blow me.”

Joel’s harsh, clipped tone was deliberate. The way he’d made himself mean—meaner than he’d been around a woman in a long, long time—was a choice. He couldn’t let your faux sweetness win him now. Not after you’d thrown two drinks in his face, mocked his truck, and foreclosed any possibility of getting laid by way of all your publicized infidelity philippics and shit-talking. Giving in to your charms from where you sat in the passenger seat now would only sink him further in his own esteem. Simply put, Joel’s ego couldn’t take it.

“Okie doke,” you said presently. Shrugging.

“Now keep your—HEY!”

Joel nearly swerved his truck off the road and into a ditch. Your deft little hands had slipped into his lap—and started palming his crotch through the denim.

He’d just managed to right the vehicle before jerking a look your way, staring at your hand, then your face:

“What the fuck was that?!”

“You said ‘blow me,’ Joel!” you huffed, and you seriously appeared as distraught as he was, “Sorry for listening!”

Joel grit his teeth with all the force of a cold steel trap.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts.” He gripped the wheel even tighter.

“I’m aware.”

“Where the hell do you live, anyway?”

You told him.

Your hand slipped down to the seat beside him.

And just as Joel let out what felt like the tiniest sigh of relief—he knew where that was, and the address sounded vaguely familiar—he yelped again. This time, he managed to keep control of his truck, but it was hard.

Your fingers had returned, and they were kneading the bulge under his jeans. Joel flushed from head to toe.

He didn’t have so much as half a mind to make you stop. He didn’t want to see you slink back over to your side of the car. But you were twenty-one, and he was forty-five. And you were both under the influence to some degree. And he was driving, for fuck’s sake. Shit like that only worked in dreams—not on a highway in a town like this.

He turned the radio dial to 75. At length, he heard it loud:

‘WHO’S YOUR DADDY? WHO’S YOUR BA-A-A-ABY?’

He saw you cringe.

“C’mon, Joel,” you groaned, “That’s…yuck.”

The fingers of the one hand kept digging, rubbing, but the other reached out and turned the music down again.

Joel shifted in his seat, feeling the pleasure start to bloom from the pit of his stomach, but not wanting to let you off that easy. Briefly, he looked from the road to you.

“What? You got a problem with Toby Keith?”

“I got a problem with anyone sayin’ ‘daddy’ like that.”

You unzipped his fly. Popped the button of his jeans from underneath the soft shelf of belly hanging over it, and held him, finally. You could only cup his erection through his boxers at that point, but the friction was enough to send a shiver through the whole of the old man’s body. He hadn’t been touched like that by a hand that wasn’t his own in…he couldn’t remember how long. He sighed.

“That why you’ve got your hand down the pants of a man old enough to be your father?” Joel quipped.

He couldn’t help it.

Your hand only gripped him tighter. From the passenger seat, you’d leaned over and started crawling. Scowling.

Your knees swiftly planted themselves on the old, upholstered cushion of the bucket seat, and you slipped a touch beneath the waistband of his underwear. With a hand that was smooth and soft and eager to please, you wrapped your fingers around that base and leaned in.

“You sound like you want me to say it,” you whispered.

Under your hand, he pulsed. His gaze stayed on the road.

“Don’t make no difference to me, sweet pea,” he said, and was amazed how even he was able to keep his tone:

“But those ‘Cowboy Killers’ you wanted…”

Your fingers curled tighter. Your head sank lower.

“…they don’t come cheap, y’know.”

Oh, you knew. He saw a smile snag at the corners of your lips as you brought them to his lap, and he had to force himself to look at the road again. It was empty and dark.

The tarmac stretched out for days. The fields rolling past warned sternly, ‘Don’t let her win,’ and something more in between each tree seemed to invite deliberation—remembrance, maybe. Joel was far too focused on the feel of your mouth to give the woods a second thought.

You’d worked the first inch between your lips in a slick, obscene sort of kiss; you made room for just the head and then toyed with a bead of precum leaking out of his slit. You licked it, squeezed the shaft in your hand, and hummed while the first real moan rumbled through him.

Joel turned to putty with just that flick of your tongue. He didn’t have to see your face to know he was losing.

On the wheel, his grip grew tighter, and he choked out:

“Ain’t your fuckin’ lollypop, kid.”

Then, dropping one hand to push down on your head—make you take him to the back of your throat in one go.

“Daddy wants you to suck him like a big girl, hear?”

At the base of his cock, he felt you gag. From the bottom of his heart, Joel knew there was no sound sweeter than that. He ran his fingers over your skull and tapped gently.

“If you want those smokes,” he told you—and really, with all the warmth and moisture of your mouth enveloping him now, he’d had to try to sound rougher than he was, “You’re gonna do what daddy says and suck him right.”

You gagged again, then squeezed his denim-clad leg with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his member.

Joel yanked you by your hair and made you look up.

Your cheeks were already smeared with spit and tears. Much to his surprise, he found your eyes alight and soft.

Suffused with desire, too, from what he could see.

“Yes, daddy.” You grinned up at him.

Joel knew if he let your gaze stay on his a second longer now he’d either crash his car, blow his load, or fall in love—and he simply refused to let you succeed on any of those fronts, so he shoved your face back down.

You sucked him obediently. Greedily. Mouth growing more pliant and wet by the second, as if your jaw and salivary glands had contrived to get him as close to release as possible, as quickly as they were able.

Joel took a left onto a road he had only a dim recognition as being connected to yours, and he got that feeling again. You were bobbing your head, taking him further, flattening your tongue along the bottom of his member when his pleasure swelled inside him. At the same time, he felt a sense of dread. His hands were shaking on the wheel. He didn’t dare steal a look down to the sweet, soaked, perfect little mouth sucking him dry, because he knew that feeling would only strike twice as hard. He had to cum, or make you stop, or bring his truck to a halt.

As it was, he felt five tiny crescents sink into his thigh as you gripped him tighter, and a noise bubbled up in your mouth. Your breathing went shallow, and your lips stretched wide—you were trying, and succeeding, in deep-throating his thick, throbbing, much-too-old-for-a-girl-her-age member down close to your windpipe, and Joel could feel it. He hit his blinker, not thinking, and saw a sign that marked your street. Trepidation hit him again.

Fully, this time, in a feeling that was more like terror.

He didn’t have another second to question it, either. By the time he had the old, lone farmhouse in his sights and his heart nearly halfway up his throat with fear, your own throat pulsed, and opened the last two inches to him in. Your nose found their home in the rough, grey, wiry hairs at the base of his belly, having swallowed him whole, and Joel quickly sensed the start of what he knew too well.

He came down your throat in one, two, three, four, five long spurts, and didn’t let his foot off the gas even once.

He saw your house, approaching closer now, and paled.

No fucking way.

You’d wanted to skip the whole way up your drive.

Spit still drying on your cheeks, cum resting comfortably in your belly, and a smile as bright as the sun on your face as you waved to the F-150 pulling off toward the road, you’d never felt more alive—or smug—in your life.

“Is your dad…Lucien Flores?” Joel had asked no more than a second after his dick slipped out of your mouth.

“The one and only.”

Somehow, his face got even paler. His jaw visibly clenched, and his palm hit the top of the wheel. Hard.

It was then that you’d learned your father had hired Joel Miller on as a full-time ranch hand sometime last week.

He’d remembered the address, vaguely, but didn’t connect the dots until he’d pulled up in front of your house and damn near punctured your windpipe with his pulsing dick from how fast he’d jumped up—and cum.

His spend had almost shot through your nose with the force of it, but you didn’t mind. Once he’d revealed the wild, gory, and admittedly hilarious details of his newfound employment, you were too busy laughing your ass off to care if he’d torn your throat in two with his dick.

“So you really are a cowboy, then,” you’d said, giggling.

Joel had scowled. Rolled his eyes. Practically turned the color of a tomato when you leaned in and kissed him.

Now you were waving to him from your front door.

Joel’s truck was slow to go. The taste of him was fresh.

And there, weighing light in your back pocket while you said goodbye was a brand new pack of Marlboro Reds.

2:21 AM

You were safely in bed. You checked your phone.

Aside from fourteen missed calls, you saw:

1:09 AM – Maria

DUDE

1:09 AM

TOMMY JUST CAME HOME

1:09 AM

THAT’S NOT HIM AT THE BAR

1:13 AM

IT’S JUST JOEL!! HIS BROTHER!!!

1:13 AM

ABORT ABORT ABORT

1:42 AM

DAVE SAID YOU BEAT JOEL UP???? CALL ME

1:54 AM – Dave York

Ur gonna fuck that old dude aren’t u

[20doozers]

IM LITERALLY IN SHOCK.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 1: Stuck

Severus Snape x GN! Reader

Summary: Stuck in the shelving of Snape's potion storage room, leaving only him to help you.

Warnings: Claustrophobia Warning, Established Relationship, Smut, Stuck, Grinding, Dry Humping

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Hearing dusty potions being taken down one by one placed on a new surface, no longer rattling a threat against your struggle with their old one. Comforted by the warm hand of your Severus, pressed softly against your body, taking the brunt of the shelf's wooden detail that had kneaded at your skin.

Faintly tasting freedom away from the dark, rotten wooden shelving of the potion storage room. Slowly and steadily backing out right into his lap, halting progress.

Instead of moving out of the way, you feel him grind up against your ass, pushing you back to square one. Feeling as his hands hungrily traveled down, seeking out your hips. Landing on them quickly, pulling on them, inviting you to feel his tented cock.

“Hold still” his deep voice moaned echoing in the small room, announcing his pleasure. Soft humps sharply turned into feverish grinds, further nailing you into the shelving. Nails digging into your riled hips, peeling away the clothes that prevented his cock from entering you.

Obscured from the view of Severus's face, how his eyes engaged onto your body, wanting only to feel your warm insides. The next piece of clothing to go was his. Released from the fabric prison, his cock falls with a slap against your ass, causing a light hiss to escape from his lips.

“Severus” you whined as he steadily drawing his cock around, lubing it up with your arousal, making sure every inch was covered. Squirming under his teasing, your moans quickly heated the small space of the bottom shelving; the pleasure from his actions buckled you down onto the wood.

Arching your back, giving a full view of Severus. Relishing in the growing bliss as his cock finally glides into you. Igniting nerves at every inch, fogging up your mind and vision. Stirring the feeling of thrill and fullness, his cock and hips tilt down, burying further into you.

Hearing as the shelving shook with rhythm, threatening Severus to calm. Ignoring the threats, hands pulling you against him, cock carving deeper, electrifying new nerves. Feeling he explores the new soft terrain, charming gasps from your throat, ecstasy building with every one of his thrusts.

Hurried moans sound from Severus, warning you to his buckling hips. With one last pull, you are free from the bounds of the shelving. The pain mixed with the blinding thrill of cumming to his cock, hearing as he did so too. Pulling out quickly, spilling ropes of his warm cum on your bare ass.

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🩷 prompt ──── Chaotic Valentine.

🩷 featuring ──── Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Fernando Alonso, Jack Doohan, and Oliver Bearman.

🩷 rating ──── mature/fluff/humor

🩷 category ──── F/M

🩷 warnings ──── 16+, flirty behavior, teasing, suggestive language

🩷 date ──── Feb. 13, 2025

🩷 a/n ──── Got a few Valentine’s Day requests, and all I can say is stay tuned for tomorrow’s post ^^

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