#god please make them have a photoshoot together

[brian-kinney-apologist]

loustat's outfits for their vow renewal ceremony in season 3

[ham1lton]

HE SAYS TO BE COOL (I DON’T KNOW HOW YET)

pairings: jenson button x maneater!reader.

warnings: large age gap - around twenty years. a lot of judgement and criticism as there is scrutiny of your relationship.

summary: after a party at a mutual friend’s, you and jenson are photographed leaving together. the large age gap causes concern especially after your admission that you had a crush on him as a young driver.

author’s note: so this is NOT a part of the main maneater storyline. this is just a what if scenario. just something indulgent for the maneaters out there who go for dilfs! last time i checked the friendship group poll, it was practically 50/50 so until that’s decided, there is a big group of all them. also as per usual, there is a poll at the end so please vote <3

— a part of the maneater series ꕤ

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ham1ltonshaderoom: after the release of lewis hamilton’s newest almave drink, formula one driver y/n l/n, better known as maneater, was seen outside of the event looking quite cozy with former formula one driver and forty-four year old jenson button. how are we feeling about this new power couple, ham1ltons?

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user1: poor lewis. his drink release has been completely overshadowed by this news 😭

user3: age gap couples never last long lol. good luck but he’ll move on to the next twenty something as soon as she shows one sign of aging.

user34: SHUT UP HES SO FINE 😭 i’d do the same as you y/n girl.

-> user51: LIKE 😭😭😭 bffr. most of the ppl here would fold for their older celeb crush.

user7: idk who’s benefiting more from this relationship? but it’s definitely not love.

user9: Y/N!!!! I���LL SAVE YOU!!!

user2: not jenson going through his mid-life crisis post-divorce. girl u can do better.

user8: maneater… pls say this is a publicity stunt.

-> user73: no cause this genuinely might be her ticking off her childhood crush list. which is real but idk if it’s good for her?

user6: is she fucking all the aging drivers? or is jenson the only one stupid enough to say yes?

user25: i support it. i met my husband when i was 21 and he was 37 and we have been together almost twenty years this may. not all age gap relationships are inherently bad.

-> user4: you’re a victim 😕

user12: y’all are gross. any of us would jump at a chance to date our celeb crush. jenson is hot and y/n is a consenting adult. she’s not a child anymore. she didn’t even know him as a child. bffr.

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yourusername: what do you do when you haven’t seen your besties for ages? do a photoshoot in the middle of the street. how did you spend your weekend?

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bestie1: we look so good!!! it was soo good to catch up babe. we missed u!!!

-> bestie2: we’ve all been so busy it’s insane how we’ve not been able to see each other more. i was going insane without my girls!!!

user1: is she not even gonna address it?!

-> user6: big ass elephant in the room.

user4: we knew how you spent your weekend ms l/n.

landonorris: am i not your bestie? why wasn’t i included?

-> georgerussell63: or me?!

-> alex_albon: or me? 🤨

-> logansargeant: or me?? 😕

-> oscarpiastri: i get why i wasn’t included tbf.

user10: u think posting pretty girls will make us forget ur weekend escapades? … maybe. keep posting.

user2: can you guys not make everything about a man? who cares if she’s dating jenson? what does that have to do with her ability to do her job or advocate for causes?! i feel sorry for her because you guys clearly dislike her for stupid reasons and are twisting this into a way to jump her ‘ethically’ which doesn’t even make sense. the only problematic thing she’s done is date a man older than her. grow up, my god.

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yourusername: italy, i love you ♥︎

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user3: get you a man that flies u out whenever ur sad.

-> user7: why are we not assuming she flew HIM out?

-> bestie2: he definitely flew her out. lmao.

user89: feels like a disaster waiting to happen lol.

-> logansargeant: not every relationship is like your parents. get therapy instead of projecting onto strangers.

user6: still a whore. i can’t stand this bitch.

-> oscarpiastri: stay mad! she’s young, successful and has many people who love and support her while you’re cursed to just scroll through her posts and seethe in your head. this one sided beef is crazy 🤣🤣!

user9: they’re cute!! idk how i’m the only one who thinks this.

user67: she’s still ugly.

-> alex_albon: looked at your pictures mate and cheers, my nan just vomited.

user12: when he leaves her >>>>

-> georgerussell63: 6.220.183.12

-> user3: NOT THE IP ADDRESS HELP?2&/&

user8: jenson. call me when you need a real woman.

-> bestie1: where is the real woman you speak of? she’s definitely NOT you.

user21: honestly? i just can’t get on board with this ship.

-> landonorris: you can’t even afford a ticket 🤣 delete this.

user10: i’m not saying shit cause why the y/n defense squad dragging people in the comments 😭

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maneater.priv: NEED HIM CARNALLY <3

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bestie1priv: thank god he doesn’t know about ur priv account. i think he’d combust.

-> maneater.priv: nah he giggles. he thinks its funny.

oscar.priv: everyone on a campaign to save you from jenson when they should be saving jenson from YOU!

bestie2priv: LOVE U BOTH <333 cutest couple!

lando.priv: dare you to post this on ur main 😏🤣😁😝

-> george.priv: 43.0.109.12

-> lando.priv: MAN COME ON 😭

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[gguk-n]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (LANDO NORRIS X Reader)

I did a poll yesterday and I had asked which driver I should write an smau with Sabrina Carpenter's Please please please. Lando won, so here is the smau. I hope you guys enjoy it more than I enjoyed making it!! (I used Sabrina Carpenter mostly, except a few places where I got the pictures from pinterest)

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged Y/BFF/user and McLaren

Liked by McLaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 4,657,982 others Y/N.Y/L/N So Y/BFF/user loves watching cars go fast, I on the contrary had my heart stop when I found out the speed they drove at. Thank you to McLaren for having us. It was the nicest experience, let's do this again some time. The drivers were so much fun, especially oscarpiastri, same sense of humour as Y/BFF/N.

user 1 I knew loving y/n was a queen move, she's so pretty. user 2 the crossover I didn't know I needed😭😭 user 3 I was at the race and when I said I was a fan she gave me and the others an autograph and we even took pictures!! the sweetest!!❤️❤️ user 4 I was also at the race and I saw her and Lando literally throwing themselves at each other and laughing at god knows what. user 5 user4 me too, I saw them whispering to each other and I think I saw them exchange numbers👀 user 6 both of them follow each other now, idk what that means?? are we getting a new dad?!🤔

Y/N was greeted by McLaren staff at the entrance and given paddock passes to enter. Y/BFF/N was looking around with big round eyes and almost screamed when she saw Lando and Oscar. They shook hands and went along with the engineers on a tour of the paddock. Y/N didn't understand most of it but she was happy for Y/BFF/N. Lando seemed to have noticed that Y/N was zoned out, so he tapped her shoulder, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to." Y/N apologised and tried to pay attention, alas Lando had other plans and decided to end her misery. He took her along to the drivers room, let her sit down and even got her an iced americano, her favourite!! Y/N thanked him with the conversation flowing like butter with the sprinkling of some flirting here and there. As Lando finished P3, he made sure to get Y/N number before she left for the night; a triumphant look on Lando's face.

f1updates

Liked by 34,765 others f1updates Y/N Y/L/N was in attendance at today’s race at McLaren. P (Max's girlfriend's daughter) was seen taking picture with her. She wasn't the only one happy it seems because a certain driver couldn't get done with press and debrief without blushing every time he looked at her. He even ran back after the race to her in what every is describing as a race to get her number before she leaves. We hope to see more of Y/N now that she might become a wag.

user 7 can celebrities who don't care about the sport not come. 😒😒 user 8 this page is supposed to update about the race not the racers lives🙄🙄 user 9 I think they look cute together, I haven't seen Lando blush like this ever🥰🥰

landonorris followed Y/N.Y/L/N

Y/N.Y/L/N followed landonorris

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris and 3,657,987 other Y/N.Y/L/N So happy to bring you the collection with Skims I've been working on since last year. You know how much of a big advocate I am of body positivity and control. I hope this collection brings joy to all the people who wear it, I hope you feel just as sexy as I did while doing the photoshoot

user 7 not Lando lurking in the likes user 8 user 7 he's not lurking, he follows her lol. user 9 she betrayed taylorswift for money🤦‍♀️. user 10 mother is mothering user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N can you adopt me?? I wanna be hot like you when I grow up Y/N.Y/L/N user 11 sure but you're already hot, I can see from the pfp💋💋. user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N didn't just reply to me, i can die happy

landonorris

liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, oscarpiastri and 1,456,278 other landonorris might not have finished podium but you guys get cute pictures of me

user 10 marry me Norris!!!❤️❤️💋💋 user 11 he's so cute and drivers fast cars, what a package.🥹🥹. user 12 its ok mate, better luck next time👍 user 1 not only did Lando like y/n post, y/n liked his back too😭😭

y/nupdates

Liked by 15,798 others. y/nupdates Y/N was seen a few days back with a mystery man on the streets of London. Both of them looked very comfortable holding hands or kissing each other any chance they got. Is there romance in the air or is this another one of y/n flings? only time will tell.

user 2 guys, its Lando Norris, Mclaren's driver😳 user 3 I can confrim its Lando, I saw them near big ben user 4 she hasn't released any new music in ages, focus on your work😫😫 user 5 user 4 let her have fun, you mood killer🤬

f1wagsupdates

liked by 3,490 others f1wagsupdates Lando Norris was seen getting up close and comfortable with a new girl on the beaches of Hawaii. Is a new grid couple on the rise??

user 6 you did not just call y/n a new girl?? 🤦‍♀️😤 user 7 i think they are so cute!! I want what they have😩😭 user 8 Lando needs to focus on the race now that Mclaren is doing so good😤😤

popnews

liked by Y/BFF/user and others popnews Y/N Y/L/N, singer and Lando Norris, McLaren's F1 driver were seen walking around the streets of Paris. This seems to be the third city the pair has been spotted being in love. Speculations say that they started dating after Y/N went to the race in March. Only time will tell what is going on between the two since they've kept their personal lives private since neither have been seen attending a race or a concert. We've tried contacting both their PR team but have gotten no response.

user 9 y/n best friend liked this, must be true🤯!! user 10 both of them are so cute together!! can't wait for all the love songs y/n will write😭😭 user 11 i hate it when bitches get with hot guys😡 user 12 you can tell they both are in love. can't believe popnews reported, must be real😔

babygirlcore

Liked by lando.jpg, Y/BFF/user and others. babygirlcore that's why they say you should date an athlete, they got good stamina lando.jpg damn, i feel objectified babygirlcore I'm only with you for the looks, sorry you had to find out like this Y/BFF/N can't believe my bestie is dating my fav driver and I find out from the tabloid babygirlcore I'm sorry Y/BFF/N I would've told you but Lando wouldn't let me. lando.jpg don't drag me in this I'm innocent

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris,maxverstappen1 and 1,452,647 others. Y/N.Y/L/N It was so much fun performing at coachella. Thank you for having me. I've been touring for the past year, but this never gets old. I hope I get to see you guys at my concerts, tickets available in the bio.

user 1 seeing her live was a dream come true😭 user 2 the only reason I went to coachella❤️❤️ user 3 is it just me or was she winking and giggling at someone in the crowd??🤔🤔 user 4 user3 I saw it too, it's prolly Lando🥲🥲 user 5 user4 it was definitely Lando someone posted pictures of them after the coachella user 6 can't believe this witch took my Lando😤😤

landonorris

Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, f1 and 5,278,934 others. landonorris that first win feeling!! So thankful to McLaren for always believing in me!!

user 7 the most deserved win😭😭😭!! user 8 not Lando running to y/n as soon as he won😍😭😭!! user 9 so rude, y/n won't even comment congratulating her boyfriend😷😷 carlossainz55 congratulations cabron oscarpiastri congratulations mate

babygirlcore

liked by lando.jpg and others babygirlcore the winner of Miami gp and my heart!! give it up for Lando Norris!! so proud of you baby, I knew you could do it!! can't wait to share more wins and watch you become the WDC!!

lando.jpg you're making me blush, love you baby!! Y/BFF/user can't believe I missed this historic moment Congratulations Lando!! Gonna have to take the year off so I can process these emotions😭😱🤯 lando.jpg thank you Y/BFF/N

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3,765,983 others. Y/N.Y/L/N I've been working at the studio for a while now, can't wait for you guys to hear the new stuff I've coming for you. It's been so long since a new album. So, I'm happy to announce the release of my new album in a couple months. Can't wait to share it with the best people in my life!!

link in the bio

user 7 let her cook😭🥹 user 8 can't believe Lando is her muse, the song is so Lando coded🥹🥹 user 9 oh to be y/n and dating Lando, she hit the jack pot😔😔 user 10 I'm so happy she's finally getting the love she deserves❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭. user 11 can they just come out and say that they are dating😖😖. user 12 i'm working late cuz I'm a singer, the line of the century, play this at my funeral💀 Y/BFF/user is this song about me babygirl Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/ user always, you're my soulmate❤️❤️🥰🥰😘😘

Lando couldn't help but gloat to his friends and fellow drivers. How many people can say that their girlfriend wrote a song about them. The song made him soft and mushy so when Y/N walked through the door he tackled her into a hug. "you wrote a song about me" Lando whispered in her ear. "I did" y/n replied, "all my songs are about you darling" Lando's neck felt hot and his cheeks started to hurt from smiling to hard. Y/N looked at his face and smirked, "aww!! is little norris blushing??" Lando quickly moved away and turn his head towards the window. Y/N couldn't help but tease him and call him a sap in love. Honestly the biggest sap was Y/N since she was the one writing songs about her boyfriend.

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged landonorris

Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 2,769,654 others Y/N.Y/L/N Heart break is one thing, my ego's another.

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user 1 mom said dad's not allowed to look anywhere else.😈😈🙈🙈. user 2 what a power move y/n casting her boyfriend in the song about not fucking up the relationship😂😂. user 3 if that stupid vroom vroom guy fucks up, it's on sight😤😤 user 4 i don't get the hype, she aint even that pretty😒. user 6 i hope they break up, Lando is meant to end up with me 🤦‍♀️ landonorris Thanks for having me on the music video, if you need help in the future lemme know😏😉 Liked by the author user 5 Lando trying to be low key in the comments when we know he's being loved by the best girl Y/BFF/user I'm sending this to my boyfriend Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/user I thought I was your boyfriend, am I the other one???? Y/BFF/user Y/N.Y/L/N sorry babygirl, it do be like that sometimes

landonorris

Tagged Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, maxverstappen1 and 1,256,783 others. landonorris I'm not as good with words as she is. I never knew what love felt like before she walked into my life. So grateful to be the boyfriend of the most beautiful, kind, caring, loving and gorgeous girl. You're my forever person. I love you Y/N Y/L/N❤️❤️

user 1 if someone saw this. they'd think this was a y/n fan acc. user 2 y/n is barbie and Lando is just ken and he's happy if barbie is😫😫. user 3 eww, she ugly, Lando could do so much better. carlossainz55 congratulations cabron!! happy for you charles_leclerc Alex want's to know if we can get tickets to her concert?? Y/N.Y/L/N charles_leclerc yessss!! tell Alex she can come to all my concerts oscarpiastri you would've thought he would shut up after getting with her but he has become insufferable. Y/N.Y/L/N take him away. He cries whenever you're not around. Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N Y/N.Y/L/N I love you too baby boy. You're my forever person too!! landonorris I'm so lucky to have you, love you mommy😘😘.

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged landonorris

Liked by landonorris, Y/BFF/user and 1,426,783 others Y/N.Y/L/N People keep asking why are all my songs about love, I look at them and say I’ve finally found my muse. He makes me so happy, I’ve never felt this way with anyone. So grateful for meeting him cuz I don’t think I knew what being loved was like. Thank you Lando Norris for being the light in my dark times. I just wish my heart didn’t give up every time you looked at me or got into that damn F1 car. But I think I’ll live. Love you❤️💋

landonorris love you too. Liked by author user 4 what dry ass reply was that Lando, look at y/n comment's on his post Y/BFF/user landonorris does this mean free passes to the races forever?? landonorris Y/BFF/user obviously!! user 5 Lando is so blind, she's only using you user 6 they are so cute, they'd have the cutest babies🥺🥺 user 7 he's too good for her, i wish he was still with Luisinha user 8 y/n prolly watching every race to make sure her man is alive 🤣🤣

After hitting the post button on their respective accounts, Y/N found herself in Lando's arms with her head against his chest and his on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his torso and took a deep breathe; "I love you so much, you know that, right?" Lando chuckled, “You don't let me forget it, with being your muse and all” She let out a sign of content and mumbled, "Just like the driver's championship you are P3 in my heart" Lando's face dropped, unwrapping his arms and pulling her to eye level, "what do you mean?" Y/N just laughed and said, "my parents and Y/BFF/N are P1 and P2 but am sure you'll become P2 if I write any more songs about you." Lando leaned in and kissed her, she pulled him closer as she deepend the kiss. Both of them happy where they were in each other's arms.

I hope you guys liked it!!

[sserasin]

g!p chaewon with a breeding kink fucking fem reader after reader teases chaewon in a photoshoot?

cw nsfw under the cut, g!p chaewon, dom chaewon, female reader, lsf 6th member reader, reader is a calvin klein ambassador if anyone cares!, bratty reader, breeding kink, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, use of degrading names (cumslut, whore), hair pulling, orgasm denial, mention of free use, chaewon calls reader mommy teasingly, slight dacryphilia

“thank you,” you bow to the photoshoot staff, a robe wrapped around you before you head back to your dressing room as your manager stays back. but you knew you weren’t alone.

“do you think you’re funny?”

you smile. stopping and turning, face now confused, “what are you talking about, unnie?” you don’t wait for her to reply, continuing on your way to the dressing room. you don’t bother to leave the door open from her, slamming it right in her face. it only takes a second for her to slam the door back open.

your eyes look up and make eye contact with her through the mirror, a chill running down your spine. you’d regret that.

you couldn’t tell if you were actually regretting it right now, though.

chaewon’s hand is on the back of your head, forcing you face down into the couch. she thrusts her cock into your warm heat all to the hilt, filling you up and then completely pulls out only to repeat the process. it’s exhausting to you, so you don’t even know how she’s able to stand doing it.

“stop,” you whine into the cushion, chaewon letting your head up to hear you, “just fuck me already!”

“but i am, though, baby,” chaewon pouts, leaning down over to you so her chest was against your back. “are you not satisfied?”

“no!” you huff, wanting to throw an elbow back and nudge her out the way, “you’re just being a tease and i don’t like it.”

chaewon’s pout turns into a sardonic smile, tilting her head before abruptly gripping your chin in her hand so you would look her in the eyes, “yeah? well, i don’t care. you teased me for hours upon hours during your stupid photoshoot, and every time i fucking fixed the problem you made, you’d make it come back in 5 minutes.”

your jaw was being gripped tightly by her, but that didn’t deter you from your next comment, “it’s not my problem you get so horny at the sight of me.”

chaewon grits her teeth, shoving your face back down into the cushion, “god, just fucking shut up for once,” she mutters, forcing a hand at the spine of your back so you’d arch, “stupid-” she doesn’t give you any time to adjust when she slams back into you, pussy eagerly taking her in. “-fucking- brat.”

you let out a strangled moan into the couch, the burn of her stretching you out feeling good. your skin smacks together with each thrust, grunts leaving her mouth and uncontrollable moans leaving yours, “you don’t even deserve to come. you’ve been bad, teasing me while you’re already barely clothed in front of other people?”

her hand reaches around your body, grabbing a handful of your tits. she squeezes before trailing to your nipple. she tugged sharply, making a high pitched moan leave your mouth. she twists and tugs on your nipples as her cock slips out of you from the slick of your juices, making her grab her cock and guide it back in.

“i know you saw all of them drooling over your body,” she eyes the discard calvin klein bra to the side, pants leaving her mouth as she drills into your pussy. her angle switch makes you preen, toes curling as she hits the soft, spongy spot in your walls. you clutch at the couch tightly, needing something to hold on as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. “men and women, you’re just so— fucking— hot,” she grunts, “that you have even straight women thirsting after you. are you happy?”

you’re barely even listening at this point as her hand leaves your breasts to your clit, making a V and spreading your folds around her cock. at the added clit stimulation, you whimper and begin meeting her thrusts, “unnie, please, please…”

“you would like it, wouldn’t you?” she snarls, shoving your head further, “knowing all these people want you. you’d probably even offer them a chance at fucking you, right?” despite your frantic head shaking, she continues and her hands leave your clit as her pace slows down to a painfully slow pace. you gasp, trying to force your ass back on her but she grips your hips tightly to hold you in place. “answer me.”

“no, i wouldn’t,” you half sob, “why’d you stop?”

“because you wouldn’t answer,” chaewon rolls her eyes, somehow keeping her serious front up. she looks down to see your pussy still eagerly trying to swallow her whole, smirking lightly, “you’d want them to fuck you raw?”

“what?” you whisper, blinking back frustrated tears.

“you’d want them to fuck you raw like i am,” she sounds convinced, “you never wait for me to get a condom. it’s— it’s like you wanna ruin your career and get pregnant,” she laughs, “oh, wow. your need to be full is bigger than your love for your career? you’re such a fucking cum slut.” you gasp at the name, expecting to feel dirty at the degrading name, but instead, you feel a burn in your chest and warmth all over you.

“if it were up to you, you’d be just a glory hole. where anyone could fuck you and come in you and get you pregnant. where anyone could do anything they wanted with you,” you hadn’t realized her hand had went back to your clit, beginning to rub soft circles in your clit. it felt good, but wasn’t enough.

you whine, pushing back on her, “unnie…”

“what, baby?” she coos, “you want unnie to fill you up with her come and make you all round with her baby?” you almost shriek as she pushes back in all at once, feeling every vein of her cock drag against your tight walls. she watches your pussy eagerly swallow her in, hole clenching around her and breathes in. she teases you lightly, dragging her cock back before you grab her thigh, stopping her.

“yes, please, please,” you sob out, “i want unnie to fuck a baby in me, please, unnie? please please please…”

chaewon pretends to think about it for a moment, before leaning down to pull you into a breathtaking kiss. she tugs on your bottom lip, forcing her fingers in your mouth to muffle your sounds, despite her knowing you’d love for anyone to hear and walk in on you two and join.

“don’t worry, baby,” she pats your ass, placing her leg up on the couch for a better angle, and you gasp as her cock hits that spongy spot again. her hand grips your hair, pulling your head up as you suck on her fingers, lathering them with your spit, “i’ll make you a mommy.”

you grip onto the couch with all your strength as she fucks into you, pubic bone slapping against your ass and creating a smacking sound. if no one knew before, they knew now.

it doesn’t take long for her to come, already way past that point of being embarrassed. you’d been teasing her all day, what was she supposed to do? plus, it worked out better for her in the end.

you moan as her seed shoots into you, not stopping until you were filled to the brim with her come. despite feeling full, you keep fucking back on her to meet your own orgasm, whimpers leaving your mouth.

“mommy feels full?” she asks, cooing when you nod pathetically. she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do. almost.

you fall down on the couch when she pulls out of you, no longer gripping your hair. you gasp at the loss of her cock, feeling your empty hole clench around nothing. you can feel her come begin to trickle down your leg, but you don’t pay any mind to it, instead filled with agony as you never came, “w-what are you doing?” you’re actually sobbing now, feeling tears fall down your cheeks and hit the couch. “unnie, i wanna come!”

chaewon sighs out of breath, “you did? oh, sorry, i didn’t know,” but she doesn’t start stroking her cock to get her softening cock hard again, simply standing up and wiping herself down with tissue. she tucks herself back in her cargo pants, smoothing her shirt down and checking her appearance in the mirror. her cock throbs at the sight of you crying and yearning for her to come finish the job, but you’re too busy crying to notice.

“don’t cry, mommy,” she uses her thumb to wipe your tears away, looking up at her so pitifully. “get dressed, manager unnie is waiting for us.” she goes to leave the— unlocked— room, but turns back at the last second, smirking, “make sure to keep all of my come inside you, or else i’ll be pissed.”

[graciesstrap]

The Outfit

Gracie Abrams x Fem!reader ☆

Since Tumblr doesn’t own a pathetic, sapphic, toe’s curling, hot, steamy, needy and good Gracie Abrams OneShot…Here is one.

Summary: Gracie got ready for an photoshoot and reader seems to love Gracie’s outfit;)

Warnings!: pure smut, strap-on use (reader receiving), mommy kink, spanking, face fucking, degradation, pet names. (Please tell me if I forgot any!)

"Oh my god," y/n mumbled as Gracie walked into the bedroom of their shared hotel suite, having spent the last hour and a half getting ready in the sitting area of the hotel room. She'd demanded, like always, that y/n stays away so that she could reveal her outfits to y/n each time she had something to dress up for.

Y/n could hear the stylists getting their things together and leaving their suite to give Gracie some time before she had to go to the photoshoot, but y/n was too focused on her girlfriend standing before her to even comprehend anything else.

Gracie was standing tall in the doorway of the bedroom, dressed in white slacks and a white blazer with jewels emblazoned across the shoulders and chest, loosely buttoned with one single, hopefully dependable button right at her lower abdomen. Her thin heels made her appear even more towering, and y/n could feel herself melting under her gaze. Her long brown hair was slicked back, her lips tinted dark pink.

Her small smirk broke out into a grin. "Do you like it?" she asked with a tilt of her head, a knowing tone in her voice. She knew that y/n liked every outfit she chose, but she knew she would like that one especially.

Sitting up from where y/n was laying on the bed, y/n crawled her way down the mattress, watching as Gracie waltzed to the edge of the bed. Once they both met there, y/n sat on the edge and looked up at her, taking her by the hips and pulling Gracie closer to her. y/n’s legs hooked loosely around Gracie’s hips and pulled her even closer between hers.

Gracie chuckled and placed her hands over y/n’s legs, her palms gliding up and down to and from y/n’s thighs. Reaching up, y/n fiddled with one of the jewels on Gracie’s blazer. "You should fuck me before you go," y/n whispered innocently, watching a lustful look approach Gracie’s face. She smirked down at her and taking her outer thighs, pressed herself further against y/n. Y/n paused when she felt, through the soft silk of Gracie’s white slacks, something hard pressing itself into her.

Gracie was wearing the strap.

"Gracie," y/n nearly gasped out of desire, feeling herself start to throb at the mere fact that Gracie was going to wear her strap under her pants to the photoshoot.

Gracie smirked, reveling in tantalizing y/n. As much as she wanted to stay there between her thighs, she needed to be somewhere very soon. "I've gotta go, babe," Gracie told her, unwrapping y/n’s legs from around her like a ribbon and backing away.

"No!" Y/n exclaimed, instantly feeling frustrated when the outline of Gracie’s strap left her thighs. Y/n kneeled up on the very edge of the bed, nearly falling forwards as she grabbed Gracie by the hips again and tried to pull Gracie back to her, but the woman easily took y/n’s hands off her and held them tightly in her own.

"Now don't be a brat, y/n," Gracie commented, a rather pleased look on her face from seeing y/n so needy for her. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll give you what you want whenever I get back."

Y/n’s jaw nearly popped off her skull. "That's gonna be hours from now!"

Taking y/n’s chin rather firmly, Gracie tilted it up and brought her face close to y/n’s, whispering against her lips, "Then you have plenty of time to make sure you look just like this when I get back—on your knees with your mouth wide open."

There was a small rasp that caught her voice and sent chills down y/n’s spine. Y/n tried her hardest to look into Gracie’s eyes, but with how close she was to her face, y/n resorted to staring at Gracie’s plump lips as she whispered, "Yes, Mommy." With how close Gracie was, y/n could smell her intoxicatingly masculine vanilla scent that drove her even more wild.

Y/n watched Gracie’s lips spread in satisfaction. "Mmm, good girl. And you'd better not touch yourself before I get back."

Y/n chewed her lip. How was she supposed to keep herself calm for several hours while knowing that Gracie was going to come back and hopefully fuck her? Especially with the way she looked and especially with how she'd pressed herself against y/n just moments before.

"I won't," y/n told her, knowing fully well that she would try her hardest to refrain, but would probably fail.

Giving y/n a lingering kiss on her lips, Gracie released her chin and walked away, already late to her photoshoot. Y/n stayed kneeling up on the bed as she listened to Gracie’s heels echo through the suite before the door opened and closed.

Once y/n was alone, she let out a groan and fell back onto the bed. She felt hot all over, and as hard as she tried to think about anything else, her mind was stuck on one thing—the feeling of Gracie’s strap against her leg and how much she wanted it inside her.

All y/n could see was Gracie’s slicked back hair and her toned lower abdomen and how tall she looked and how she had grabbed y/n’s chin and how her voice sounded when she called her a good girl and—

With a whine of defeat, y/n slipped her hand down her shorts.

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Y/n wasn't sure how long it had been since Gracie left, mostly because she had fallen asleep after finishing herself off. All she knew was that the sound of heels clicking towards the room had never woken y/n up so fast as it did in that moment.

Y/n managed to sit upright right as Gracie appeared in the doorway, y/n’s eyes struggling to open. By the looks of her hair and her confused look, it was obvious she had just woken up.

Gracie’s cheeks indented with a smile as she came closer to y/n, but there was a strange gleam in her eye. "As cute as you are waking up from a nap, didn't I give you instructions to be on your knees when I came back?" She came to the edge of the bed again and looked y/n up and down as she struggled to come out of her nap-induced haze. "And with that pretty mouth of yours wide open?"

"Sorry," Y/n said with a sigh, rubbing her face to wake herself up. "I... I fell asleep." Gracie’s eyes flickered to y/n’s hand for a moment before she reached out and took it, bringing it to her face. "What are you—"

Before you/n could ask Gracie what she was doing with her hand, Gracie pressed her nose gently against y/n’s fingers and inhaled, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When they opened again, they were deeply disappointed. Y/n’s lips parted when she realized Gracie had smelled y/n’s arousal on her fingers from when she had touched herself after Gracie left.

"On top of that, you touched yourself when I told you not to," Gracie remarked, her tone flat and irritated, but her hand held y/n’s softly.

Y/n tilted her head and looked up at Gracie pleadingly, grabbing onto the inside edge of her blazer. ”You were teasing me, Gracie,” Y/n whined, trying her best to give Gracie those eyes she could never be mad at. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Gracie’s eyebrow perked upwards, her lips forming into a pout. "Mmm, is that right? You were just too needy and slutty to help yourself, hm?"

Y/n’s cheeks flushed furiously at Gracie’s degrading choice of words. Gritting her teeth, y/n slowly nodded, accepting the degradation, which earned her an approving hum from Gracie.

"And just how do you think you could make it up to Mommy?" Gracie asked, her hand moving to caress the side of y/n’s face.

Y/n shrugged, feeling all her nerves start to alight at Gracie’s subtle touch. Y/n was, in fact, desperately needy for her, so much that it took everything in her to not fling herself at her.

Leaning closer, Gracie’s brown eyes shifted between y/n’s eyes and her lips as she moved towards her ear, pressing her lips right against the top of it and grunting, "On your knees."

Wanting to be as good as possible so that she would fuck her sooner, y/n quickly hopped off the bed and kneeled down onto the floor, sitting on her heels and looking patiently up at Gracie as she walked around the bed to stand in front of her. Never had y/n felt so small, nor had Gracie looked so tall as she stood before y/n and stared down at her with burning eyes that made y/n hot in their stare.

Y/n held her breath, waiting for Gracie to tell her what to do, to touch her, to do anything. Finally, y/n watched Gracie’s svelte fingers move to the button of her pants, the jewels of her blazer catching the light and glimmering. Instantly, y/n’s mouth started watering. Between Gracie’s smelting gaze and how slowly she was undoing her pants, y/n felt like she could just explode in excitement and desire.

"You have to make it up to Mommy for being such a bad girl," Gracie said as she unzipped her pants, reaching in them to pull out her strap. Y/n chewed her lip at the sight of it, trying to control herself as Gracie stepped closer to her. She stood with her hips jutting outwards towards y/n, a smirk playing at her lips. "Open your mouth, baby."

Doing exactly as she said, y/n opened her mouth wide for her. Gracie moved her strap to y/n’s lower lip, nudging it for a moment before sliding her length into y/n’s mouth. Once the tip hit the back of y/n’s throat, her gag reflexes kicked in for a brief moment until she got used to Gracie’s strap down her throat.

Placing her hands over Gracie’s thighs, y/n opened her eyes to see Gracie looking awfully turned on to have her cock in your/n’s mouth. Y/n could have sworn the woman had some kind of kink for putting her strap in her mouth with the way she enjoyed it and did it so often. Of course, y/n obliged, letting Gracie fuck her mouth any time she so pleased. And that's just what Gracie started to do then, as she pulled out before slowly thrusting back into y/n’s mouth, her hand holding the side of y/n’s head. Y/n tried her best to keep her mouth open as Gracie slow thrusts started to be more forceful, hitting the back of y/n’s throat and making her silently gag on impact. Gracie groaned and leaned her head back, continuing to fuck into y/n’s mouth until tears were slipping down her cheeks from her reflex being triggered so much.

Having closed her eyes, y/n froze when Gracie’s strap left her mouth and did not go back in. Opening her eyes, y/n was met with Gracie sitting on the edge of the bed and patting her lap. "Come here."

Wiping her mouth clean of her drool, y/n slowly stood up and walked towards Gracie, starting to straddle her until she stopped you.

"No," Gracie said, gently pushing y/n off her. "Lay across my lap... on your stomach." Y/n was confused at first, until she realized what Gracie was going to do. Y/n pouted in protest, and Gracie immediately tutted her tongue at y/n. "On my lap, darling."

Hesitantly, y/n crawled on the bed and laid herself over Gracie’s knees, propping herself up on her elbows on the mattress. Every inch of y/n’s skin seemed to buzz as she felt Gracie’s hand pulling her shorts and underwear down. The cold air hitting y/n’s exposed ass, she jumped slightly upon feeling Gracie’s hand caress the back of her thigh ever so softly.

When she felt a sharp and unexpected slap to her cheek, y/n yelped in surprise. Gracie chuckled darkly and rubbed the spot where she had slapped. "I have to teach you a lesson, my love," Gracie said calmly, running her hand firmly up the back of y/n’s thigh again. She grazed y/n’s core, running right past it just to deliver another slap.

As gentle as she was being, the unexpectedness of it made y/n yelp again. Gracie rubbed the area again, not giving y/n any time to recover before she spanked her again, this time delivering two hard slaps. Y/n’s knees were trembling from both desire and pain, y/n’s breath hitching in her throat when she felt Gracie’s fingers move through her folds.

The stinging pain on her ass started to fade when y/n felt Gracie’s fingers sliding up and down her slit. Y/n thighs parted for her, hips grinding against Gracie’s lap.

"Such a needy girl," Gracie commented as she ran her fingers through y/n’s wetness. "And so fucking wet."

"Gracie," y/n panted, feeling overwhelmingly turned on at the feeling of being bent over Gracie’s lap, utterly exposed and helpless as she touched her. Y/n couldn't help but lean her ass into Gracie’s hand, as much as it made Gracie laugh at y/n’s desperateness.

Gracie’s fingers, wettened by y/n’s juices, moved to her entrance and slid easily in. Y/n’s mouth fell open as Gracie’s fingers pushed into her until she was knuckle-deep, curling her fingers downward to touch y/n’s g-spot.

"Fuck," y/n breathed, pushing her face into the mattress and pushing her hips towards Gracie’s hand. Gracie groaned in delight at the sight of y/n, pumping her fingers into her pussy at a tantalizingly slow rate. Y/n ground her thighs together, desperate to feel more of Gracie.

"God, you're such a good girl," Gracie commented, her eyes catching the stains of red on y/n’s skin from where Gracie had spanked her. Y/n’s slick was coating Gracie’s knuckles at this point, and she couldn't dare keep herself from her any longer.

Moving y/n off her lap, Gracie stood up and bent her over the bed so that her upper body was flat against the mattress, y/n’s legs dangling over the side of the tall bed. Almost as soon as she felt Gracie bend her over, y/n felt Gracie spread her and shove herself inside y/n, her large cock stretching y/n’s hole. One hand held y/n’s hip while the other grabbed the back of y/n’s neck and pushed her firmly into the bed, hinging her body perfectly in Gracie’s hold so that y/n’s ass was arched to her.

Y/n moaned out as she felt Gracie fill her pussy up until her hips were flush against y/n’s. As expensive as her pants were, Gracie didn't mind it when y/n’s wetness rubbed off on the crotch of the fabric. In fact, it made her give a breathy, "Fuck," as she started to pound into y/n, not giving her enough time to adjust to her size.

"Gracie!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice muffled between the bed and her sprawled hair. Gracie’s thrusts shook y/n’s entire body, causing small rhythmic grunts to come from her throat.

"I've been waiting to fuck you all day," Gracie growled, the button of her blazer having come open sometime during her wrestle with y/n, the blazer opening to reveal the valley of her breasts and her abdomen.

The back of y/n’s neck was being bruised by Gracie’s hand, and so was y/n’s hip, but she was brainless as Gracie jackhammered into her, managing to hit y/n’s g-spot every single time, the sound of flesh slapping filling the room. Gracie’s strap rubbing her clit with every movement, Gracie’s mouth fell open in pleasure, her eyebrows creasing as she leaned her head back.

Y/n could feel the tingles of an orgasm approaching inside her, and when she heard Gracie’s moans coincide with her own, it sent y/n right over the edge. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and moaned into the mattress, feeling Gracie press her down even harder, leaning forward to burrow her face against y/n’s back as she came, her hips slowing into smaller thrusts that helped the both of them to ride their orgasms out.

Gracie panted hard against y/n’s back, her weight keeping y/n pinned against the mattress. Gracie’s hand finally released the back of y/n’s neck which now ached, moving to hold her by the waist.

"Fuck." Gracie breathed as she finally moved off y/n, slowly pulling out as she rolled over, staring up at her dazedly. Gracie smirked at her, enjoying the sight of y/n having been fucked brainless. Biting her tongue, Gracie leaned down between y/n’s legs and kissed her softly, pulling away to whisper, "I knew you'd love this outfit."

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello again, love. I finally thought of something (sub bangchan x top male reader). The reader is a member of the group

So basically, the reader had just gotten the dorms after practicing a dance and is sweaty but isn't tried

When he walked into the dorms, he tried to get in quietly, thinking everyone was asleep but behold, there's channie sitting on the couch watching a movie (or working) but didn't notice the reader just got home so he quietly sneaks behind him and leans down and is like "why are you up" and channie say he was waiting for him and yeah

Mind is blank after that

(Soft dom reader, aftercare, clingy chan,)

And chan clawing reader back just cause it 🤭

Late Nights - Bang Chan x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing.

A/N: First time writing smut. This is gonna be mid (and that's me being generous). Also, the tenses are all over the place. (I'm a science major, forgive me.) Hope you enjoy, darling.

The doors always sound so loud at night, but Mn was used to sneaking in and out, so he gets in quietly. Being the perfectionist he was, it took him a little longer to be somewhat satisfied with his performance. He's been at the studio for hours and the caffeinated energy drinks he drank certainly isn't helping him get to bed. He wasn't expecting Chan to still be awake, but honestly, he should have. The older man was probably making some final changes to their new title track, and Mn couldn't help but stare at him. There's no denying that the leader was adorable. He walked in and poked Chan's head. "Why are you up, hyung?" Chan was a bit startled, and he let out a sigh when he saw that it was just Mn. "Just...making sure everything's perfect, I guess." He looked tired as hell, immediately pulling Mn down to the couch and clinging to him. Mn wrapped his arms around Chan's body, kissing the top of his head. "You need sleep, hyung." "Says you." Mn rolled his eyes. Of course Chan would say that. His fingers carded affectionately through the leader's hair, silky locks which were dyed blond. Chan buried his face into Mn's neck, letting out a soft whine. It's not like Mn didn't notice the bulge in the older's pants, he just didn't mention it. "Mnie.." "Hm?" "I need help with...something. I- oh god, I shouldn't be asking this-" "Just tell me, Channie." The nickname and that firm tone just made everything worse (or better) for Chan. "Just...fuck me. Please." Maybe it was the tiredness, could be the horniness, but Mn had never seen Chan so...bold. "If you want to, that is." Ah, there it is, Chan being Chan. Mn smiled, laying Chan down onto the couch on his back. "You sure about this, Channie?" The question was met with desperate nods from the older male lying on his back, his eyes needy and his hands clutching Mn's shirt, pulling him closer. "Please..." Mn brings his lips closer to Chan's, pressing them together in a gentle kiss which was deepened by a desperate Chan who let Mn's tongue in within seconds, just wanting to be taken care of for once.

It wasn't soon before the clothes came off, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. They were both going to get scolded by the makeup artists for the hickeys they littered over each other's skin, but it was worth it. Chan's moans got louder and more desperate as Mn pushed deeper into him, filling him completely. "O-Oh Mn...ugh..f-fuck please move.." "You're so pretty, Channie" Mn's hips were slapping against Chan's ass, and the older male's back arched as he felt Mn deep inside him. Chan was a beautifully disheveled mess. A sight that Mn wanted tattooed in his memory. Chan's hips bucked up, trying to meet Mn's thrusts. Mn's big hands rested on Chan's hips, gripping them tight. He let out a low groan when he felt Chan claw at his back, probably leaving marks which he would have to explain to his makeup artists at the photoshoot the next day. But did he care? Absolutely not.

Chan's eyes rolled back in pleasure, one of his hands gripping Mn's bicep while the other continued to claw at his back. Mn continued to rock his hips, Chan's moans only adding fuel to the fire that was Mn's desire. His hand wrapped around Chan's cock and began to jerk him off while continuing his movements. "You're doing so well, sweetheart." "T-Thank you, Mnie.." "So pretty.." Chan choked out a groan, arching his back and throwing his head back against the couch. He whimpered at the sight of Mn above him, eyes wide as he stared at the handsome man.

"Oh..god...f-fuck..Mn.." Mn threw his head back, keeping his fast yet quite gentle pace. His eyes roamed over Chan's hard-earned, breathtaking body, taking in the sight of his broad chest, his arms and of course, his washboard abs.

A moan escaped Mn's throat as he felt Chan clench around him. "Mnie...I'm close.." "Let go, darling..." Mn's gentle voice was enough for Chan to let himself release, spilling over Mn's hand and his stomach. Mn's hand was quickly brought to his own mouth, him licking off Chan's cum. With a few more thrusts, Mn could feel himself getting closer. As he began to pull out, Chan's hands grabbed onto his waist and pulled him back in. "Fill me up.." Mn's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed Chan passionately, his cum filling Chan with warmth. They both slump back into the couch, Mn pulling out and quickly wiping everything off with tissues that were on the desk. Chan had closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, as he tried to come back down from the overwhelming pleasure. he was a completely blissed out mess, his mind completely melted

Mn cupped Chan's face in his hands, kissing both his cheeks. "Everything alright, hyung-ah?" "Mhm...you...you're good at this." Mn just chuckled, pressing a kiss to Chan's nose before scooping him up in his arms. "Let's go shower, yeah?" "That'd be great.." And they cuddled happily ever after (till the morning).

[comet-forgot-you]

Do you think you could write more for Max Fox? Smut or fluff or whatever cause there's not many fics of her that I can find on here. :(

yes omg, love love love max.

messes

max fox x reader

summary: baking cookies for max always comes with messes

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, fingering, oral, shower sex

a/n: this was supposed to be just fluff but i feel like im really bad at that 😞 this one honestly doesnt have anything too bad, super soft and fluffy at the beginning i think. do not repost for any reason.

max always got what she wanted from you. whether it be a bouquet of her favorite flowers, or a photoshoot of just you in nothing but a pair of underwear and a button up, she always got what she wanted, you were too much of a sucker for her to say no. tonight was no different. all it took was one quiet ‘please’ and slight pout on her lips for you to say yes.

which brought you to where you were now, stood in the kitchen while max sat on the counter, watching as you skillfully mixed the ingredients for cookies together. it was 2 am and max had woken up craving your chocolate chip cookies, causing her to wake you up to plead for you to make some. the house was quiet, and you assumed everyone was asleep, so you tried your best to stay quiet while making the cookies.

“you’re so nice to me,” she mumbles, swinging her feet. a smile tugs at your lips at her praises.

“only cause i love you,” you mumble. a smile breaks out on her face as she tugs your arm. you let her guide you to stand in front of her and she presses a kiss against your lips.

“you’re so cheesy,” she mutters, pulling back slightly. you roll your eyes playfully, pulling yourself away from her.

“fine, guess i’ll have these for myself then,” you joke, placing the dough on the covered cookie sheet.

“baby no, i was just kidding,” she quickly defends. “please let me have some,” she whines. she knows your threat isnt real, but she’s way too tired, and way too hungry to play around about it.

you place the tray of cookie dough in the oven before making your way to max. “you know im just messing with you, don’t take it too seriously,” you say, gently flicking her forehead. she quickly covers it with her hands.

“ow! why did you hit me? i just wanted some cookies! you’re so mean, i’m literally just a girl.” you roll your eyes at her over reaction, pressing a kiss to her lips to shush her. you reach to her side, scooping a little bit of flour out of the bag without her noticing.

you step away quickly, throwing the flour in her face. her jaw drops, “you didn’t” she mutters.

“i did,” you say proudly. it doesn’t take long before the counters and floors are covered in flour, laughs from the both of you loud enough to wake up the entire house, which is what it does.

“oh my god.” sam’s voice carries surprise and disappointment, and both of you turn to face her, laughs instantly stopping. frankie and duke stand on either side of her. sam’s eyebrows are furrowed, you and max look at each other, then back at them before bursting out into even more laughter.

—

the two of you stood in the shower, rinsing the left over flour off of your bodies. it had taken almost 2 hours, and 3 more flour attacks, for you two to finish cleaning up. the early hours of the morning were finally catching up to you. you wrapped your arms around max’s waist, the warm water cascading down your bodies. her back was flush against your front, your thumb tracing the letters of your names on her hip.

“tired?” she asks in a mumble. you nod against her shoulder, pressing kisses against her neck. she lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your lips against her neck. your hand glides across her wet skin, the sound of shaky breathing and the shower echoing in your head. your hand reaches the heat between her thighs, scissoring your fingers against her folds.

her hips buck into your hand, a needy whine escaping her lips. you circle her clit with two fingers, your teeth sinking into the skin of her neck. you sink your fingers into her cunt, scissoring them ever so slightly. she lets put a quiet moan, grinding against the palm of your hand.

it doesnt take long for her to topple over the edge, her juices coating your fingers as the shower water get colder. you pay no mind to it, pushing her back into the wall and dropping to your knees to lap up the mess between her thighs.

as soon as the two of you are dried off, your lying in bed held in each other’s arms. limbs tangled together as sleep overtakes both of you. neither of you wake up until the early hours of the afternoon, limbs still interlocked with one another.

[anxious-witch]

Since I can't seem to stay quiet and I all but made up my mind to stay away from the tag for the next week or so, let's talk about recent discussions about jance and bokris and this...weird ship war that has been going on, shall we?

Under the cut bc while I am annoying, I will spare you the essay if you don't want to read it, god knows I write too many of these.

I don't know when we as a fandom got to a point where we are even fighting over which ship is more likely, more realistic and if the other ship is "more queer coded" or whatever the fuck. I was under the impression that the fandom is meant to be fun thing we do, but that we are all aware shipping is something that's made up. And that even if guys play into it or even if someone is indeed really dating we are aware that what we think about it is irrelevant. Factually, even if someone "was right" about the ship, our perception of it will be widely different than the truth of real people's relationship. Because these are real people, not fictional characters. They cannot queerbait, and jokes aside, even calling someone queer coded is weird, you guys. At the end of the day, we cannot assume someone's sexuality based on how they look.

As for the whole bokris-jance discourse. I don't even know why this is a thing? Bokris people, you got fantastic solo photos of both Bojan and Kris, full of symbolism and got the fire-water link between them that's just perfect for fics.

Jance people, you got joined photoshoot, with Jan and Nace clearly being very intimately connected, which you can interpret in whatever way you wish in fics and fanart. The fact that there are less pictures speaks volumes about how private whatever they have is.

Both have it's merits. Both have it's weight. I don't understand this aggression and fighting over art. Art all of them participated in creating by speaking with Damon about it before doing the photoshoot.

I have friends who ship jance more and I have friends who ship bokris more. The truth about both is that we simply don't know what's going on behind closed doors. Even more importantly, is whatever it is that we don't know worth losing the community we built here? I feel like every time I get into the tag, there is something new people are fighting over. This is just the last thing that seems relevant and that most people got involved into.

But genuinely, I am just tired. I hope things calm down when the new song drops, although god knows there will likely be a discourse over that as well, but hopefully...less than this.

And yeah, I do know this will probably get me blocked from one or the other side or both but let's just...get it over with. Since I feel like this will happen again, I might as well make my stance clear now. Which is-I am not picking a side. I don't think real people can queerbait and that they'd do a joined photoshoot if they didn't have a very deep connection to one another. I don't think they also need their virtue defended because they definitely knew people will speculate after this. But I also don't think this 100% means they are together. Yes, it sucks that queer people need to outright say these things, but I also wouldn't claim a straight couple is dating unless they publicly announced it.

So yeah can we all just please try to chill and do fun stuff again, please?

[cheolhub]

that pic of mh and ww together got me thinking about dressing room fucking with the 2 of them wtf wtf

DRESSING ROOM + WONWOO & MINGHAO

wc. mobile >< so idk

warnings. stylist sub!reader, fingering, lots of dirty talk, pet names, wonhao sandwich ^^, meanie!hao and less meanie!wonwoo, degradation (use of slutty x2), very unrealistic — MINORS DNI 18+

note. i have no words. completely speechless over the photoshoot. anon ur sick for this but ily (not proofread srry but @hwanghyunjinenthusiast ily lol)

“we shouldn’t…” you pant, voice cracking. “they’re gonna come look for you if y-you— fuck,” you sigh out the cruse, throwing your head back on to wonwoo’s barely clothed chest. 

minghao coos teasingly, dainty fingers rubbing your clit faster. “that’s cute— you wanna get caught?”

you gasp, the image of getting caught with two models playing with you like you’re their little toy plays in your head. it would surely get you fired, so why is it turning you on so much?

“i think she wants to, hao, pretty little thing keeps grinding on me.” wonwoo’s deep voice reverberates in your ears and entire body and you swear your eyes are going to roll back just at the way he sounds. 

minghao hums, hand dipping further into your pants so his fingers tease your drooling hole. “she is pretty, isn’t she?”

wonwoo smirks, lips coming to press against the shell of your ear. “so pretty,” he murmurs, voice dropping another octave. it sends a wave of arousal out of your core, sure to drench hao’s fingers. 

you feel your heart squeeze at the compliment from the attractive men you’re sandwiched between. these two models think you’re pretty? god, you must be dreaming.

you’re quickly reminded that this is very much reality when minghao pipes up again. “she’s so wet, too,” he hisses, continuing to talk about you as if you weren’t here. you should probably feel offended, but you can’t care when his fingers finally push their way into your pussy. 

“yeah? all wet over this? we’ve barely touched you, baby,” he breathes against your ear and you whine, legs ready to give out. 

minghao chuckles, fingers moving in and out of you, stretching you open. “‘s kinda slutty, don’t you think?” 

“oh, it’s very slutty.” wonwoo chuckles, large hands coming to play with your tits. “our pretty little stylist getting all wet over the thought of taking two cocks—“

his words with minghao’s fingers make you moan loudly. “please.” 

“oh-ho, you want that?” minghao laughs and you can’t help but clench around his fingers, giving him the wordless admission that you do, in fact, want their cocks. “aw, why don’t you tell us how much you want it, baby?” he gives you a faux pout and it’s mean. so so mean. so mean that it has you clamping around his fingers again.

“please, wan’ you both… wanna take both of your cocks– so bad,” you beg prettily. much too pretty for their liking. it has wonwoo squeezing your clothed tits again as he groans in your ear and it has minghao attempting to plunge his fingers into you faster, but he’s restricted by the angle and your clothing. he grunts in frustration, pulling his digits out, eliciting a loud whine of disapproval from you. 

“should we give her what she wants, wonwoo?” he asks the man behind you, ignoring your cute little protests. 

he groans, the large tent in his jeans digging into the flesh of your ass. “think we should, she’s been so good for us,” he rolls his hips against you and you let out a tiny whimper. he continues, “haven’t you?”

you realize the question was directed at you when he squeezes your tits again. you immediately respond, incessantly nodding your head, “yes! yes… ‘ve been so good.”

“that you have,” minghao smiles wickedly, leaning into you. “don’t worry, pretty girl, we’ll give you exactly what you need.”

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[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter 13 I The Man

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader is given an award. Jamie is supportive

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: Some sexism hehehe

A/N: Plot plot plot! But there's some of my favorite jamie x reader moments in this one. Next is Amsterdam!!!!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

I woke up alone. Now this was something I was used to at this point. Ever since Jamie had started doing his early morning runs with Roy, we hadn’t been spending as many nights together. Not that I liked it, but it was something I was getting used to.

My alarm went off at 6:00, as per usual. I did some yoga, showered, then was brushing my teeth when I got an unexpected text from Rebecca. It read:

            Please come to my office when you get in today.

Hm. That was an unusual text to get from your boss at 7:30 in the morning. I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d done to get a talking to. Yeah, it hadn’t been a great month for us, but it wasn’t anything I’d particularly done.

I finished up with my skin care and decided to head into work early to get whatever this was over with. I arrived at the club not much later, waving at the caretaker as I walked in. The walk up the stairs to Rebecca’s office felt excruciating.

But when I arrived there, it wasn’t just her. I opened the door and there was Higgins, Keeley, and Ted sitting in front of her desk.

            “Good morning, guys,” I entered approaching the group. “I didn’t know it was a party.”

            “(Y/N)!” They all greeted in unison.

            “Ah, that wasn’t creepy at all!” I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.

Rebecca motioned to a third seat. “Please, take a seat.”

I took off my backpack as I sat, holding it in front of me. “I’m not getting fired, am I? Oh my god, you’re firing me?”

            “What? Oh heavens, no!” Rebecca dismissed, shaking her hands. “Why on earth would you think that.”

            “Well, its all of you here, and I just walked in and thought it, I don’t know!” I shook my head. “If you’re not firing me, what are you doing?”

They all exchanged looks excitement filling their eyes.

            “Oooo go on! Tell her!” Keeley insisted, clapping her hands.

            “Tell me what?”

            “The anticipation is killing me!” Higgins chimed in.

            “What anticipation?”

            “She doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her!” Ted added.

            “Please just tell me what’s going on before I kill someone!” I was practically shaking at his point.

            “Oh, alright,” Rebecca addressed me finally. “(Y/N), the league is honoring you with Coach of the Month!” 

The group all cheered as I took in the information.

            “We have a press conference this afternoon,” Keeley told me. “We’ll brief you on everything you’ll need to do but we are just so excited for you!”

            “Couldn’t be happier for you,” Ted smiled. “You’re part of what makes this team great!”

            “Of course, she is! I hired her!” Rebecca hummed proudly. “I always knew you’d be great.”

I frowned. This wasn’t right. None of this was right.  They kept talking at me about what was going to happen. An interview, a photoshoot, a magazine cover but all it sounded like I was underwater. I had to get out of this room.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and leaving without so much as a word. I hurried down the stairs and outside into the car park. Why was I so upset? Why couldn’t part of me just be happy about this? I heard the door open behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.

            “Look, now I know emotions are a subjective thing, but I don’t know usually there’s at least a smile when you get a cool award.” Ah Ted. Just the person I didn’t want to see right now.

I shook my head. “Please, Ted. I don’t want to do this right now.”

            “Now, I’m confused. What exactly aren’t we doing?” Ted asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

            “This!” I shouted, pointing between him and me. “You giving me some anecdote about how I’m good enough and how I earned this because you and I both know that isn’t true.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

            “I know why Rebecca hired you.” The statement hung in the air. The truth behind the whole operation at Richmond. The secret I’d overheard in the coach’s office at the end of Ted’s first season with us. “And it’s the same reason she hired me.” Ted paused, nodding his head. I couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the situation. “We both know that I was hired because she thought it would make us lose.”

Rebecca, so overcome with her hatred of Rupert, hired Ted and Beard and I because she thought it would make the worst coaching team. We would drive the team into the ground ruining Rupert’s favorite team. This was something I tried to ignore but since finding out it seem to legitimize some of people shouted at me on the internet and what Max had said to me before I left. I wasn’t meant to be here. I wasn’t saving the league. I was just a girl pretending to know what I was doing.

            “Now, (Y/N), I don’t know what you think you heard but-“

            “Please cut the bullshit, Ted,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve worked really hard to get past it, but I don’t deserve an award when I’ve done nothing to earn it.”

Ted’s mustache twitched. “You’re right. Rebecca hired both of us to make some point to Rupert. That is true. But something else that’s true is that you’ve consistently proved her wrong at every turn.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ted held up his hand. “Now, you might not see it, but Beard and I and even Roy, we all depend on you to keep this whole thing afloat.”

I let out a breath and wipe at my lips as I stare at him. I certainly hadn’t been feeling like that recently. Since the West Ham match, we’d been on a losing streak, and I’d been so in my head about all of it that I couldn’t do my job.  

            “I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore Ted. And this Coach of the Month is just another bullshit excuse for me to know that I’m not meant to be here.”

All I could hear in my head was the sound of my failed dreams and Max’s taunts and the paper missing the bin over and over and over again.

            “Hey (Y/N),” Ted’s voice appeared much closer than I thought he would be. “Do you remember that puzzle metaphor I told you about?” I scrunched my face up, nodding my head. “Well, that metaphor has a lot of different meanings. Maybe you should try to put it together again.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell me what you mean for once, Ted?”

            “I mean,” He chuckled at my frustration. “You’re stuck in a rut, yeah? So, instead of trying to put the puzzle back together the same way over and over again… maybe you were putting it together the wrong way. Maybe you need to… try something new. And maybe…” He nudged me, forcing me to look over at him. “Maybe you should let someone help you put that puzzle together.”

I still didn’t get it. Well not fully. But I think I understood the gist of it. The funny thing was as we were staring at each other, Roy and Jamie came running up. Jamie smiled at Ted and I coming to run in circles around us.

            “Mornin’ Coaches,” He smiled, starting to run in place.

            “Tartt! You’re not done yet! Get to the training room and start lifting.” Roy followed up; a bit slower.

Jamie groaned loudly. “I ain’t even stopped or nuthin’. I were just sayin’ hi.”

            “Go!” Roy barked, pointing towards the door.

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically before shooting Ted and I a wink. Roy shook his head as Jamie made his way inside, seemingly off to the training room.

            “Mornin’ Roy, good training with Jamie?” Ted asked Roy.

            “As good as it can be,” Roy grunted. “What are you two doin’ out here?”

Ted looked over at me, motioning for me to tell him. I shook my head at him, grunting that I wouldn’t. Ted hummed back that I absolutely would and that we wouldn’t leave until I said it. I let out a huff.

            “The leagues giving me some bullshit title of Coach of the Month that doesn’t actually mean anything but they’re making a big deal out of it,” I informed Roy finally.

He grunted is a way that sounded vaguely positive. “Good for you.”

            “Fuck off.”

            “Alright.”

The day was filled with Keeley throwing me through the PR wringer. What to expect, what to say, what not to say. I wasn’t super excited about it, but Ted’s words were rolling around in my head. I hated puzzles. I’d never liked them. I thought I’d figured out Jamie’s puzzle but now there was another puzzle. When would it end.

            “Okay, the most important bit is the press brief we have this afternoon. They’ll bring in you and some of the lads to talk about you as a coach,” Keeley told me, writing down some notes.

            “What will they be asking?” I questioned, trying to look over her shoulder.

            “Oi don’t be looking over my shoulder,” she reprimanded, shouldering me away. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’ll ask you probably your normal annoying questions about being a woman, but also about the team and such.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t hear them asking Pep what it was like being bald why do I have to talk about being a woman.”

            “That’s because no one cares what it’s like being bald,” Keeley pointed out, giggling. “Being a woman is actually interesting.”

            “Is it really?” I rolled my eyes. “So, uh… what guys will be coming to talk about me?”

Keeley hummed as she flipped her notebook shut. “I dunno, I was gonna ask to see who wanted to later. Do you have anyone in mind?”

Yeah. Yeah, I did. “No, I don’t want to force anyone to do it.”

            “Sure. And Ted is gonna introduce you, of course.”

            “And this is all happening tomorrow?” I pushed out of my chair. I’d already waisted the whole day, I at least wanted to get to the end of training.

            “Yup!” Keeley smiled at me. “Don’t stress, you’re gonna be great.”

I shot her a sarcastic smile. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love it. It’s gonna be amazing.”

…

Later that night, I was resting in Jamie’s lap. I felt goosebumps spreading over my body as Jamie’s hand stroked my stomach lazily. On the TV, an episode of New Girl that I’d seen hundreds of times played but I wasn’t really paying attention.

            “Jamie…” He hummed, letting me know he was listening. “Did they tell you about this… Coach of the Month thing?”

His face broke out into a smile as he looked down at me. “Yeah, it’s great, innit? So, fucking proud of you.” He tightened his grip around my waist, shaking me proudly.

I found myself blushing at his praise. Even though I thought it was kind of stupid, Jamie being proud of me was affecting my happiness a little too much.

            “Yeah… I guess… I don’t know what I think about it,” I admitted, rolling so I was looking up at him. He cocked his head, motioning me to continue. “I guess, I just don’t know if it’s because I’m a good coach or if it’s because I’m a woman or whatever.”

Jamie scrunched up his face pursing his lips in confusion. “What… why would they do that?

            “I don’t know to make themselves look better?” I sighed, lifting myself off his lap and leaning forward. I ran a hand through my hair. “I just… I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in front of all those people and talk about myself.”

Jamie leaned forward so his shoulder was touching mine, stretching his neck so he could try and rest it on my shoulder.

            “What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at him.

            “’m trying to comfort you, you daft idiot,” he explained, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

            “You’re acting like a cat,” I crowed, trying to push him off of me. But he wrapped his arm around mine arm pulling me into him, rubbing his cheek all over my shoulder and neck. “Stop!”

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up into his lap, pulling me so I was sitting on him.

            “Look, whatever happens tomorrow, just know that me,” he pressed his cheek into mine. “And the rest of the lads know how amazing you are. Not just as a coach but as a person. But especially as a coach.”

I giggled, pressing back into him. “What about you Jamie? How are you feeling about playing Man City this week?’

He shrugged. “My stats level up against Man City. They’ve played well this year but we’ve got the ability to win.”

            “No, Jamie… I mean,” I turned around, so I was facing him, my legs now straddling his waist. “How do you feel, like you.”

He frowned, his nose scrunching up in a way that was far too cute for one man. “I feel… uh… I feel fine.”

I reached up and rubbed the space between his eyes. “I don’t think you do babes, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning his neck back. His neck was so exposed, it was so tempting to just… lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. I looked up and decided to play a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed him, right on the bottom of his neck where the skin sunk in a little bit. He hummed, the vibrations tickling my mouth.

            “Jamie, baby,” I murmured, kissing up his neck, finally finding his Adam’s apple. He groaned in response. “C’mon, I want you to talk to me.”

            “Can’t talk when you’re kissing me like that,” he croaked, his voice deep and gravely. So, I stopped, pulling away from him completely. “Hey! Wait!”

I started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me closer to him. He buried his head in my neck kissing me furiously. I shrieked grabbing onto his hair to tug him back.

            “Jamie, if you talk to me I’ll give you the best blow job of your life,” you waggled your eyebrows at him.

He whined, cracking his neck back and forth before slouching back. “I feel… fine. I guess. Haven’t heard from me dad in a while. It’s not like… I’m afraid he’s gonna be there but not knowing is worse.” I nodded at him, rubbing his collarbones. “But fuckin’ Zava’s probably gonna take the attention anyways.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s okay to be worried about your dad but… we’re at home. We’re on your turf. He doesn’t even need to be allowed in if you don’t want.”

            “I’m not gonna ban me dad,” Jamie grumbled. “I just… want to know.”

I nodded again. I gave him a satisfied smile before pulling him down into me to make good on my promise.

He wanted to stay over that night, but I insisted that I wanted to maintain my regular routine for the next day. But laying in my bed that night, staring up at the fan, I wished he was there with me.

I arrived at the club early. Like 6:30am early. The groundskeeper had barely arrived by the time I got there. But I was nervous. I’d been able to avoid press conferences, manage photo events and stay in my lane for the most part but today it was all on me. And why was I wasting a day doing this when we had out Man City game this weekend, I’ll never know.

            “Oh, my god, how long have you been here?” Keeley asked, handing me a coffee as she walked into the press room.

            “Since 6:30, I couldn’t sleep,” I told her accepting the drink gratefully.

Keeley clicked her tongue at me soothingly. “It’s gonna be alright, you’ve got this. I just want you to be yourself up there, yeah? We’re starting with the photo shoot first today, the press conference will be this afternoon, when the boys are free.”

And that came faster than I expected. After a long day of cameras and poking and prodding I was left staring at the door of the press room. I could practically hear it, the flashing of the cameras, I could feel it, the stares of the journalists waiting for me to slip up, waiting for their next scoop. Ted was in there right now, talking me up. I picked at my thumbs, trying to steady my breath but I was struggling to find it. I felt like my head was buzzing, and that my heart was moving at a thousand beats per second. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the now blinding florescent lights.

Suddenly arms were wrapping around me, holding me so tight. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.”

Jamie. I immediately latched onto him. I didn’t care if we were in public, I didn’t care if someone from the press room got a peak at this, all I cared about was Jamie’s steady heartbeat helping me regain my control.

            “There you go,” He murmured, lips brushing against my temple. “Just breath, love.” I did as he instructed, finally finding the control of my breathing. I let myself blink my eyes open and look up at Jamie. He smiled at me, brushing some of the hair out of my face. “There she is.”

            “Hi, Jamie,” I squeaked at him, resting my chin on his chest.

            “You know it’s kinda nice seeing you be the needy one for once,” he said to you.

I gaped at him, scoffing. “Don’t say that, I’m having a panic attack and you’re gloating?”

            “I gotta take it where I can find it,” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple, his lips lingering there. “You’re gonna be amazing in there.”

            “What if I’m not… what they want?” I croaked. “What if I mess up or do something stupid.”

            “It would be right funny if you did that!” You gasped and hit his chest. “Hey! That hurt. I’m just sayin that you could become a meme.”

            “Jamie!”

            “Alright, alright, jus’ there’s no way they won’t want you cause… I mean you’re everything there is to want,” Jamie noted, as if it was easy, as if it was simple.

I felt that breathless feeling again but this time it wasn’t because of panic, it was because of Jamie. I smiled with my lips tucked, looking between his eyes before reaching up and kissing him. He kissed me tenderly, softly. In a way that made me hum in contentment. I probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for the next intrusion.

            “Oi!” Roy’s voice made us jump apart. “If the two of you want to keep this a secret, then you better stop kissing in the fucking hallway.” He growled as he marched towards us. “Tartt, go get changed you’re gotta be in there in 5 minutes.”

I looked over at Jamie surprised. “You’re coming to talk about me?”

            “Obviously?” He stated, rolling his eyes. “Even if we weren’t dating, you’d still be my best friend.” I just about melted at that one.

            “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh,” Roy groaned loudly, grabbing Jamie by the arm and starting to drag him down the hallway. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I laughed, covering my face as I watched them go. Then the door to the press room opened and Keeley poke her head out.

            “You ready, babes?”

I watched Jamie disappear into the locker room and I felt that tell-tale flutter in my chest. I felt okay. I was going to be okay.

            “Yeah, let’s do it.”

She pulled me into the room as Ted was finishing up his speech.

            “(Y/N) (L/N) has overcome incredible odds. And she has done it with a smile. So, without further ado, it is my honor to present you with (Y/N) (L/N)!”

I walked up on the stage to scattered applause. I waved hesitantly sitting down in front of the microphone. As I did, they all flooded the stage putting up their own recording devices. My eyes darted around the room at the different reporters until they landed on the back of the room where Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, and Keeley stood. I nodded at them, glad to have some friendly faces in the room.  

            “Uh… hi! I’m (Y/N) (L/N)…” I started, looking around to focus on someone. How did Ted do this? “I’m happy to be chosen as the Premier League’s Coach of the Month. Uh… does anyone have any questions?’ Immediately the room exploded as all their hands raised up. “Um okay you, in the front row.”

            “Hi Ms. (Y/N)-“

            “It’s Coach (L/N).”

            “As a woman, what do you think the league can do to work on intersectionality across the teams?”

I furrowed my eyes brows. “That question doesn’t even make sense.”  

Again, the hands raised, everyone calling out my name. I pointed to someone in the back.

            “Coach, do you think being a woman has enhanced your ability to coach men or made it more difficult to understand the difficulties of being men in sports?”

            “That’s like two questions shoved into one and the answer is no.”

            “Coach (L/N), when you applied for the job here at Richmond did you do it to prove a point?”

            “What? That’s not-“

            “Where do you think the feature of the league is in terms of gender equality?”

This was going about as well as I thought it was going to be. I let out a frustrated sigh as they continued to shout questions at me. In the back of the room a door opened and in walked Colin, Sam, and Jamie. Colin waved at me, crossing his arms at his space in the back. I looked across the back of the room, at Ted and Keeley, Colin and Sam, and Jamie. The people in my life that made this possible. That made me possible.

            “Okay, okay, everyone listen up,” I announced, hitting my hand on the table. The room went quiet. I shot Keeley an apologetic glance before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t take this job because I wanted to make some big statement about feminism or gender inequality or intersectionality. I took the job because I wanted to play football for money, just like any of the lads on the team.”

“And if you really cared about gender equality, you’d be talking to the many female coaches that coach the women’s league. Or the many female players? Why don’t we talk about the wage inequality when the women win more games? That’s what you should be asking me about!”

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. The reporters were all silent until one, Marcus Adebayo, raised his hand.

            “Yeah, Marcus,” I called on him.

            “Coach (L/N), how do you feel about Richmond’s chances against Man City on this weekend?” He asked, pen at the ready.

I paused for a second, let out a huff. “Thank you, you know Man City has kept us down for a long time, but I think our chances look good.”

…

Our chances were not good. The game was bad play after bad play, the boys were just not at their best. You wanted to blame it on Zava, the bastard decided to retire without telling anyone and didn’t even show up to the game. It was depressing and everyone felt it.

            “Yeah… it was tough out there today,” I said to the reporter after the game.

            “You are Premiere League’s Coach of the Month; do you feel like there was something more you could have done to secure this win?” The reporter asked bluntly.

            “That’s somewhat of a redundant question. I’m an assistant coach. I do the best I can, but the boys are the ones who need to win, and they just didn’t have it today.” I replied, shrugging. “That’s all I have time for, sorry.”

I left the reporters with a small smile and started towards the locker room running a hand through my hair. This had been tough, and Keeley hadn’t been able to show up. Something about Shandy and a baby lamb and a lot of poop. I’m sure I’d hear about it more later.  But for now, I walked into the depressing atmosphere that was the locker room.

I looked around the room, the boys sat silently in their despair. Jamie sat on the floor in front of his cubby like he did when he was upset. I glanced over at Bead and Roy who gave me a pair of sad smiles back. I looked over at Zava’s empty cubbies and frowned. I hated Zava. To come here and bring these boys hope then abandon them without a word I’d never be able to forgive him for that.

            “Gentlemen, Hey,” Ted Emerged from the office. “That was a tought on tonight. Okay? Man City has still got our number. That… that’s all right.” The boys murmured a sad response. “We’re gonna get another crack at them later in the season. Uh-huh. Coach,” He addressed Beard. “No practice tomorrow yeah?”

            “That’s right”

            “Okay, well, I’ll see y’all on Monday,” Ted finished starting to turn around.

            “Hey, hey. Hey Coach!” Sam spoke up. “What about Zava? He quit the team.”

I looked back over at Ted, wondering the same question myself. Ted sputtered a moment before answering. “Technically he retired from the whole sport, which does make it feel a little less personal, yeah? You know, like if, uh, your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soul mates.”

Again the boys grumbled a response, something about Gina Gershon was in the mix but it was mostly positive. I thought Ted might end it there, but he didn’t.

            “Look. I hear you, okay? Zava is gone. And You what? I think it’s a good thing.” I perked up, interested to see where he was going with this. “Well, I do! Okay, look. Do I wanna win? Heck yeah? But I also wanna do it with folks that wanna be here.” I nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. “It’s not like we could handcuff him to his locker and make him love us.”

            “We could have tried,” Dani cried from his spot. I could help but let out a chuckle, knowing that he really meant it.

            “Hey, guys, look,” Ted regained their attention. “We got a good thing going here. Alright? We didn’t need Zava. Yeah?” Ted looked over at Jamie who nodded. I felt my heart warm knowing Ted was using Jamie’s words to encourage the team. “All we need to win are the fellas in this room right now. And all you fellas need to do is believe it.”

Just as he spoke the believe sign behind him fell, the torn pieces revealing themselves. The boys all starting clamoring shouting in fear.

            “It’s a sign!” Bumbercatch shouted.

            “That’s it. We’re doomed,” Colin agreed.

In the moment it was hard to disagree with them. Things hadn’t been great recently. And this just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

            “Hey, knock it off, okay? We’re not doomed. No one is doomed,” Ted putting his hands up to calm everyone. “But, Bumbercatch, yes, you’re right. It is a sign. I agree.” He took down the two pieces and ripped them in half. I felt myself reaching out to stop him, not even knowing I was doing it, but surprisingly, Jamie’s hand on my leg stopped me. I looked down at him and he nodded towards Ted. “Belief doesn’t just happen cause you hang something up on a wall. Alright? It comes from in here.” He pointed at his chest. “And up here,” at his head, “ and down here.” At his stomach.

“Only problem is, we all got so much junk floating through us, a lot of time we end up getting in our own way. You crap like envy, or fear, or shame.” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. I knew he was right, I’d been letting my fear and shame of who I was get in the way of my happiness. Of my abilities as a coach. “I don’t wanna mess around with that shit anymore. Do you?”

We all shook our heads, some of the lads responding with a ‘no’, or a ‘no, coach’

“No, me neither. Hell no.  Well, you know what I wanna mess around with? The belief that I matter, you know? Regardless of what I do or don’t achieve. Or the belief that we all deserbe to be loved. Whether we’ve been hurt or maybe we’ve hurt somebody else.”

“Or what about the belief of hope? Yeah? That’s what I wanna mess with. Believing that things can get better. That I can get better. That we will get better. Oh, man. To believe in yourself. To believe in one another. Man, that’s… that’s fundamental to being alive. And look. If you can do that, if each of you can truly do that…” He ripped the sign in half again. “Can’t nobody rip that apart.”

With that he walked over to the middle divider and slapped the ripped-up sign down on top of it.

“See y’all, Monday?”

The whole team responded with a ‘Yes, Coach’ before turning back to their cubbies to get ready to leave. But I stayed there. Staring at the broken sign. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. And this team, these people, they helped me believe. Come what may, this whole room had my back.

…

I was still thinking about it as I arrived home that night. I didn’t expect Jamie to come over, it’d been a long day and he was waking up early still to do extra training. So, when he knocked on my door, I was surprised.

            “Jamie? What are you doing here.” I asked him, pulling him inside.

            “I wanna tell people about us,” He answered quickly. My eyes widened. “I know why you’ve been wanting to keep it a secret and I get that; I do. But… what Ted said today I just… I believe in us. I believe in you making me a better person and I don’t… I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know if I was ready yet for the whole world to know. For ours to become theirs. I loved Jamie, I really did but what if it changed too much. Or worse, what if people tore us apart. Luckily Jamie continued speaking before I could answer.

            “You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to put it out there.” He nodded at me before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go now.”

And he was out the door.

Fuck.

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[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : valentine's?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

To: Christmas

Cute invite! Sorry I wasn't able to make it. I had a prior conflict. I had something that day too. Huh.

Sesame bun is hilarious. Miss girl blinks at you in the darkness, but she likes sleeping with my bestie more than she likes sleeping with me, and honestly? it's fine. My bed is enough for me. I love sleeping on a bed with enough move room for two grown adults. No, I'm not talking about sex. It's obviously about a pillow fight. Tsk tsk. Get your head out of the gutter!

I managed to convince Ada to sign two things for me the other day when I bumped into her at a coffee shop, so here's a small print (again) but signed. Thank me with a hundred-dollar bill please thank you i love you :) (joke) send me another polaroid of Sunny and I'll call it even. Sweet boy :( please give him lots of pets for me.

I've been moderately busy lately too. Spring is always the worst time of year. It doesn't help that all I've been doing lately are photoshoots with romantic undertones. What do you mean I shot an ad about a flower delivery service to your loved one and never even received flowers myself?! Anyways, I promise to dox myself if you agree to send me flowers :3 you know, as a little friendship thing? It'd be a great time to confess your undying love for me (JOKE)

But on a more serious note, it's only ever been me giving others flowers. Hm... no I have no other reason for telling you this. I just thought it'd be a little funny.

Tell me about how your walk went? Spare NO details. Give me all of that juicy info.

Happy Valentine's! scrambled eggs

"Happy Valentine's day pookie!" You call, roses in your arm as Ada laughs, thanking you for the flowers. "Another year to being single together."

"Another year of being roommates." She hums, handing you a bag. "This is for you."

"You didn't need to."

"You deserve it." She smiles, taking the flowers. "Let's get some photos after this. You have to open your gift, though."

"Is it food?" You reach in to reveal two small boxes, and your heart stops in your throat at the brand.

"No."

"Yes." She hums. "Come on. Open them."

You open the first one and then the second, sitting them on the counter as you wrap your arms around Ada, squealing. Ada pats your arm gently as you do, and you shake her in your arms.

"I love you i love you i love you i love you oh my god I must've solved world hunger in my past life to deserve someone like you oh my god!!!" You sob. "I'm gonna pop a ring!!"

"Okay, let's back it up with the ring."

You cry, shaking her. "I love you!!"

"Love you too. Happy Valentine's."

"HAPPY VALENTINE'S"

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[deadpool15]

Girl please

I'm walking around trying to gather all my shit. I can't ever find shit in this bitch. "Baby, if you can't come that absolutely fine. I just thought since you were in Korea, well, you know.." I turn around and stare at the phone. "Kirsten Dogen, you sit there and pass off a fake ass undertone with me again, and you are not getting those snacks you like when I pull up. Don't throw shade at me, young lady." I hear a bunch of laughs coming from the phone which I can't really identify, I guess those are the other girls she is doing the photoshoot with. Serves her right. I don't take the back talk. "Baby, really legal government names, that's how we gonna play it." She says with a pout on that God forsaken beautiful fucking face. But I realize to back down. "And did, what's your point."

"Also, your fav boots are in our closet, in my side, sweetie," When I heard those words, I turned around, and I almost got whiplash. "Why would MY boots be on your side, huh?" She stares at me sheepishly before trying to make it seem like someone is calling her, and quickly saying she had to go. I sit there in disbelief, "I know she did not just hang up on me. And proceeded to not answer my question at that. Girl literally just cut me off like I wasn't talking." After a while of absolute bullshit I finally decided to finish getting ready. It was pretty hot in Korea, so I went for some shorts and a crop. With my favorite boots, of course. I then decided to call up Yeonjun. Me and that man had been friends ever since his family decided to randomly pull up to California for a couple of years. I showed him around, and his mom used to joke about us being together. Then he came back to Korea and our parents thought it would be a good idea to send each other letters.

Our friendship has lasted for what felt like a lifetime, and I love that dude. Through Kirsten couldn't stand him. I felt like she had just never taken the time to give him a chance. Sure, Yeonjun was flirty sometimes, but that's just him as a person, and he knew when to back off. I would never hurt my wife, and sometimes, I felt like she didn't trust me. I mean, Yeonjun was literally my right hand at our wedding. Out there standing next to me prepared me for my life, cheering the loudest when we officially got married. It even got to the point where she shit talked him once and got angry at me. Like true enough, I love my wife, and I love my bestie, so I wanted them to get along. Hopefully, today works out. I had been signed to Hybe labels as an official choreographer, mainly working with newjeans because those are my girls, but I had worked with other groups as well. The public was quite familiar with me and our friendship, so it was never any dating rumors. Sure, people wanted us together, but that's their issue. I'm happily married.

Yeonjun had pulled up in his van. Opened the door before I hit him in the head. "Why are you always so aggressive all the time? There was literally no need for that hit, Cece." I just push him in the van before grabbing his face. Every time I go to America, I leave for a while. I had to take some other jobs that were literally amazing. Though when I come back, I always make it a habit of checking Yeonjun. Companies are known to starve their idols with fucked up so called diets and I refused to allow it to happen to my bestie. I mean, I almost beat a staff ass for suggesting my litter hyein needed to lose a couple of pounds. "You look good, just doing my family checks." He smiled at me, "I'm glad you care about my health so much, sis." We sat there in the car just catching up on all the shig we have missed in life. Before I told him we would be going to see Kirsten, he just smiled and said, "That's cool." Weridly enough he never had a issue with her, and never tried to say anything back when she insulted him stating she is your wife and you my little sister, I understand why she is jealous but I wouldn't disrespect you other half. My brother is just too amazing. Sometimes, I feel like he read that shit from a magazine.

We pulled up the building, seeing workers running around and losing their minds, trying to make sure everything was perfect. As I walked inside, I heard a scream typical, it what I get for being koreas number it boy with me. Yeonjun just smiles and embraces all the attention. He has also been a suckered for the spotlight. While he is doing that, I tell him I'll go in the back to find Kirsten. I walk away, thankfully, running into Funky Y and greeting her, of course. She is all smiles and asking me all these questions before I cut the conversation short and ask about Kristen. "She is in the back with makeup." I nod and thank her before making my way back there. Seeing her getting all dolled up dripped down in Calvin Klein for the shoot, "Well, look at you." Hearing my voice, she immediately turns around before jumping up to hug me. "Omg, you're finally here. I thought you were made at me about the boot thing. I just wore them at the beginning of the show, to like reveal us. So it technically wasn't that long." I brush her hair out of her face, taking a goof look at her. "I don't care that you wore them, I care that you hung up on me while we were still talking. Don't think I forgot about that. And there shall be punishments in order, baby." I smirk once I see her scared face before kissing her head, trying not to mess up her makeup.

"Guys, it took me forever to find you. It's like a lot of rooms in here. Hi, Kirsten. You look great. What's the shoot for?" Yeonjun asks while running in her out of breath, I turn and laugh at him before turning back to her and see her face. "It's Calvin Klein, pretty obvious to anyone with a brain." She states with a look of pure annoyance while staring at him. Then whispered in my ear why you had to bring him. I grip her arm as a warning, while yeonjun asks us if we want anything to drink, I tell him I'll have an apple juice before Kirsten says nothing from you. "OK, fucking stop it. I try my very best not to take sides because I care about both of you and want you to equally get along. But this shit ends now," I see her face try to turn into a pout before I squeeze her side, letting her know I'm not dealing with the fake shit. "No more animosity or any of that shit, got it." They both look at each other before Yeonjun randomly hugs us both. "I don't have a problem with you, Kirsten. If anything, I'm glad that my litter sister was able to find you, though I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you feel angry. I look over to her, stating it's her turn, and she sighs, "You didn't really do anything, it's just you two are so close, and I know you don't like her like that. But I told myself that if I hated you, it would be easier. Which is a really hard thing to do since you are so happy and bright. I was insecure, and I took it out of you, but then I realized you two are just like siblings, and I felt stupid and thought it was all in my head."

Yeonjun hugs us closer before saying he will give us a minute while patting Kirsten on the back. "Baby, your thoughts are never stupid, and if you feel so strongly, you come and talk to me. We are a team, and till death, do us part remember." She smiles while hugging me tighter and kissing all over my face. "It's ok, I'll try my best to make it up, Yeonjun, for all the shit I put him through. I know he is a nice guy." I just rock her from side to side while listening. "That's amazing, baby, and don't think I forgot about your punishment from earlier. You are in for it when we get home, baby." I tell her while gripping her ass.

Request by @kirsmyonlyone

[formulapookie]

I honestly don't know if this has been written before but maybe rosquez and 32 👉👈

32. to wake up

Vale has been still for the past ten minutes, too scared to do any movement that would cause Marc to wake up.

He’s perfect right now, he’s perfect always Vale would say, but when he sleeps and doesn’t have to worry about racing, training, or his arm he’s relaxed, calm, and it makes Vale’s heart jump because of how beautiful he is.

Vale knows he’s not bad looking at all, he knows he is hot, but Marc, he is something else.

He’s perfect, from the soft curve of his lips to his nose, to his beautiful brown eyes and the gorgeous smile he has.

His body seems designed by Gods as every other little thing about him, like that small mole he has on his right pec and that Vale has kissed so many times.

When he’s sleeping he looks like a painting, ethereal, untouchable almost, and despite that Marc is resting on top of Vale, head on his chest and one arm tight around his waist.

Marc who’s dreaming of them racing together at the Ranch, once they will have told everyone about their relationship.

This time it will work, Marc knows, Vale knows, even Alex from whom the relationship had been kept a secret for a total of six hours, knew this time was different.

They have plans today, they want to go to a private beach Vale had booked for them only, for privacy but also to show off some wealth, even if Marc is rich on his own. 

They should’ve been up half an hour ago, but Vale didn’t have the heart to wake him, he wanted to bathe in his perfection a bit longer. 

When the clock ticks 10 in the morning thought Vale knows he has to disturb Marc’s sleep, because if he doesn’t they’ll end up going to the beach too late and then Marc will not be able to have his photoshoot, where Vale basically follows him around to every little beautiful place where he can take pictures with the sea and make Vale pray to every God to please let this be over so they can go tan or swim.

Even tho Vale loves taking pictures of him, he can hold onto the pictures for how long he likes and most of them are really beautiful and Vale finds himself thirsting over them.

He moves a strand of hair from Marc’s forehead and places a kiss there, whispering next to the boys ear.

“Amore, you need to wake up, it's late, don’t you wanna go take pictures?”

“Mmmh Vale why did you wake me I want to sleep”

“I know I know bimbo but it’s 10 already, I know you want to get to the beach early to take pictures”

“Another kiss”

Vale smiles, and gives him one more kiss on his forehead, making Marc laugh.

“One more and I wake up… maybe”

Vale wiggles himself from Marc’s hold and presses his lips against his boyfriend’s, who reciprocates by deepening it.

“Mh Marc Marc I'd love this right now I swear, but we have plans today don’t you want to follow them?”

Marc opens his eyes now, clearly fully awake even if he’s got bed hair and the imprint of the pillow on the side of his body.

“The plans are just you drooling after me as you take my pictures, I think what I have in mind is way funnier”

He’s biting at his lip, looking up at Vale who already gave up his tentative goal of getting Marc out of bed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Marc”

The boy smiles, pulling Vale back on him, hands everywhere and legs tangled.

What a way to wake up.

Send me a Ship name and a Number and I'll write a kiss

[alwaysonthemend]

A Lazy Night | JTK

Author’s Note: Request from bestie @iheartjakekiszka for a fluffy Jake fic. I made myself Very Sad with this one because soft Jakey makes me want to sob bc I can’t have him. Alas… Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Unbeta’d so apologies for any mistakes. Now please excuse me while I go drink wine and think soft Jake thoughts. 

Summary: Jake and the band have been working non stop on their new album. But, with a long weekend on the horizon, you decide to give Jake a night of relaxation and rest. Lord knows he needs it. 

Content Warnings: Literally none. Just fluff. 

Word Count: 1968 

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Meeting Jake Kiszka has been the best thing that ever happened to you. From the very first time you met him, you had immediately known that he was the one. There was something about him that drew you in, and there was no going back. 

Because of this, you couldn't help but to divide your life into two halves. There was Before Meeting Jake and After Meeting Jake. The before had been okay. You had a successful job – however boring it was, and you were happy. You’d had a handful of relationships – though few of them ever lasted long. But life was good. Boring, but good. And then Jake waltzed into your life. And only after did you ever realize how empty the before had been. Jake was your light, and you couldn’t fathom how you had ever managed without him in your life. He made falling in love easy. Jake had entered your heart quickly and made a home there. 

The only downside to being in a relationship with Jake was the distance. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and you couldn’t agree more. While you're proud of Jake and the fame that he and Greta Van Fleet had acquired, you can’t help but miss him when he’s on tour and desperately wish that he would come home. But his time away only makes the times that he is home that much more special. 

Unfortunately, despite Jake not currently being on tour, it still felt like he was never home. The boys were busy putting together their new album, and so Jake was either at the studio with them or running around doing interviews and photoshoots. You got to see him at night, of course. But often, despite his tiredness, he would stay up much later than you to go work on his ideas for new songs. You had work in the morning and so – no matter how much you wanted to, you could rarely stay up late enough to fall asleep with him. 

Tonight was probably going to be one of those nights. It’s already 10 PM and Jake was only just walking through the door of your house, guitar case in hand and eyes excited but tired. 

“Hey, Jake.” You say, rising from your place on the couch to go and greet him. He places his guitar case on the ground and wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight. 

“Hey, babe. I missed you.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing his nose unto your skin, eyes closed. You breathe in his scent, immediately taking comfort in the smell of vanilla and something else that you couldn't define as anything other than just “Jake.” 

“I missed you, too. You look tired.” You pull away from him, noting the tightness around his eyes and the tension in his shoulders. 

“I am. But it was a good day. We got a lot done, so me and the guys decided that we’d take the rest of the week off.” 

“Really? That’s awesome! And I’m off tomorrow anyways so we can have a whole three days to ourselves!” You exclaim, practically beaming with excitement. Jake gives you a soft smile, touched by your desire to spend time with him. 

“Thank God.” He says, walking over to the couch and collapsing into it. “I feel exhausted. I love working on music and we’re having a lot of fun. But holy shit…” He leans his head back on the back of the couch and closes his eyes. “I feel like I could sleep for ten years.” 

“You probably need to.” You tell him, walking over to the kitchen. “Did you eat already? I can fix you something if you’re hungry.” 

“Nah, I’m okay. I’m too tired to eat.” 

You tsk as you grab two wine glasses from the cabinet and grab a bottle of red wine from the counter. You pour yourself and Jake a generous amount. 

“That’s not very healthy, Jakey.” You say, walking back into the living room. 

“And wine is a better alternative?” He chuckles, taking the glass that you offer him to take a sip. 

“Better than nothing, I suppose.” You take a seat next to him, happy to just share the space with him. “So, tell me about the album? How’s it going?” 

He grins, his eyes lighting up. No matter how tired he is, he’s always excited to talk about music. 

“It’s great! I think we’re really making something special. It’s a little different from what we’ve done before, but I think the fans will like it.” He takes a thoughtful sip. “I think… It's just different enough that it’s fresh and exciting. But similar enough to Garden’s Gate that the fans will still like it. We’re trying to toe the line as much as we can – keep what’s worked in the past without getting repetitive, ya know?” 

You smile at his passion. Seeing the man you love get to do something he enjoys so much, with thousands of fans who adore him as much as you do – it’s an amazing feeling. 

“Whatever you guys do, I know it’s going to be amazing. You all are so talented. The fans will love it no matter what.”  

He finishes his glass of wine and places it on the coffee table. 

“Thank you, y/n.” He leans back onto the sofa and a grimace flickers across his face. It’s so fast you probably would have missed it had you not been studying his face so closely. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, babe,” He says, giving you a crooked grin. “My back is just a little sore. Spending a lot of time crouched over a guitar.” He laughs, but you recognize the tightness around his eyes to be pain, not just tiredness. You place your own glass on the table next to his and stand up, offering him your hand. 

“Come on.” 

“Where to?” He asks, already standing and taking your hand. 

“You’re gonna lay down and I’m going to give you a massage.” 

His eyes fill with a mischievous sparkle. 

“Not that kind of massage, Jake.” You scold, leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. “An actual message that will hopefully help your back.”

“Fine.” He sighs, smiling at you as you drag him to the bed. 

“Take your shirt off and then lay down on your stomach. I’m going to make it a little more comfortable in here..” 

“Yes ma’am.” Jake takes off his shoes and shirt and watches you as you move around, lighting the candles that you have scattered across the room. Jake sinks into the bed just as you turn off the overhead light, the only light now coming from the soft glow of the candles. 

“Y/n?” Jake asks as you walk into the bathroom to grab some lotion. 

“Yeah, babe?” 

You walk back into the bedroom to see Jake laying on his back, eyes soft as he looks at you.

“I should have eaten dinner like you said because I think that wine went straight to my head.” 

He giggles, and you notice the flush that’s overtaken his cheeks and chest. You just laugh and shake your head, taking a moment to admire him in the candle light. His hair is pulled back in a loose bun, with little wisps falling out and framing his face. It looks so soft and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Your eyes move downwards, again noting the flush on his chest before your eyes find his soft stomach – no doubt your most favorite thing about him. If he wasn’t so tired and the mood was a little different you’d take the opportunity to bite him. Instead, you walk softly over to the side of the bed and nudge his shoulder. 

“Roll over on your stomach, baby. Just relax.” 

He complies, and you climb up onto the bed. You nudge his legs apart and you gently sink down and straddle his waist.. You squirt some lotion onto your hands and warm it up between your palms before splaying your hands out on his shoulder blades. Immediately, Jake lets out a sigh of relief and you can feel him relax further into the bed. You begin to message him, and you can clearly feel the knots in his upper back and shoulders. 

“Jesus, Jake. No wonder your back hurts.” You say, working your hands down his shoulders and kneading your fingerstips into his biceps. “You’re so tight back here.”

“I know.” He mumbles, voice muffled by the pillows. “It’s been hurting for a while but…” He trails off and sighs as you find a particularly tense knot in his back. 

“You should have said something and I could have helped you sooner, babe.” You say, sliding your hands down farther to his lower back. 

“Didn’t wanna bother you.” He says quietly. 

“Jake…” You say, reaching out to turn his head towards you. His chocolate eyes are glassy with sleep and wine. “That’s what I’m here for. I want to help you.” 

He gives you a lazy smile. 

“I know. But I still feel bad.” 

“Don’t ever feel bad. I love you. And I love helping you in any way I can.”

He huffs a laugh and lowers his face back down into the pillow. 

“I love you too, y/n. So much.” 

You continue your massage on his back, slowly but surely working out the knots and tension. You relish in the feeling of his skin underneath your hands. He’s warm and his scent is so comforting. You feel more at ease than you have in months. Eventually, you hear his soft snores and you rise carefully from his back. You pull the covers over him and take a moment to watch him. The tightness around his eyes is gone, replaced with a softness that you hadn’t seen in a while. His mouth is slightly parted, and his lips look so soft. It’s moments like this that make all of the absence worth it. One moment with Jake like this is worth all the hours of missing him. You’re overcome with a feeling of complete unworthiness. You can’t believe a man like this has fallen in love with you. Of all the people in the world, it’s you that he allows himself to be this vulnerable around. You feel like if you think about it too long you might cry so you shake your head and begin to quietly walk around your bedroom to blow out all the candles. Jake doesn’t stir as you walk to the bathroom to put the lotion away. You walk as quietly as possible back to the bed and crawl in next to him, pressing your back to him and closing your eyes. 

‘Mmmm.” He mumbles, cracking his eyes open. “y/n?” 

“Go back to sleep, Jakey.” You whisper. 

He mumbles something unintelligible before rolling onto his side to face you and slinging his arm around your waist. He pulls you tight against his chest and presses his face into your hair, breathing in deeply. 

“Don’t deserve you.” He whispers. 

“You deserve the world, rockstar.” You’re met with nothing but his soft snores. 

You smile and close your eyes. 

[findingnemosworld]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @writtenbykirs

( 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲

It was innocent on her part, completely innocent as her photoshoot for GQ's newest issue had dropped, she'd been partnered with a very popular male model by the name of Chase whom she had met on a number of events, and had even met his partner who jokingly said that both she and Chase made quite the couple in the shoot - her boyfriend however, had no idea of Chase's sexuality and was seething from the theme of the pictures, whilst she rambled over how the process of each photo came to be, he was hanging on by a very thin thread, only a millisecond away from exploding.

" Domi "

Her soft voice draws him back, and he is met with her concerned gaze which admittedly softened his heart only for a fraction of a second before he placed a hand on the back of her neck tugging her face closer to his, their lips pressed together in a firm and passionate kiss which spurred a soft and muffled moan from her lips that he had the pleasure of swallowing, he deepens the kiss further, swiping his tongue across her lower lip to which she granted him access to her mouth, their tongues immediately colliding. " Dominik " she moans, her palms resting flat over his chest.

He pulls back, his lips parted and swollen, ponderous breaths coming out as he whispered, " I want you on that bed, completely naked for me, do you understand? "

She'd been so stunned that she could only manage to blink then nod, before standing up to walk towards their bedroom whilst he made his way to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water, then he walked over to the bedroom, his lips curling into a wide smile upon seeing her naked form on the bed, he smiled widely. " Jó kislány "

His tone sent shivers down her spine, she ached to touch herself and he seemed to have noticed, prompting him to smile then say, " Touch yourself baba " he sits at the chair placed in the corner, " Come on, show me how much you love me "

Her thumb rubs her clit, inciting a whine from her. " Dominik " one of her digits teases her walls before plunging in, causing a loud cry to escape her lips.

" Baba " He sighs, his hand instinctively palming his prominent bulge.

They spent about fifteen minutes pleasuring one another, and right at the brink of her high, she whines. " Domi, I'm going to cum "

" No " He said, a bit too loud causing her to jump. " No " he repeats, approaching the edge of the bed, he kneels down and pulls her digits away before replacing them with his own coupled with his tongue, he lets out a soft groan and murmurs, " Fuck baba, you taste so delicious "

" Domi, please " She sighs, leaning her head back, her eyes tightly shut, her lips parted releasing ponderous breaths. " Please "

His attaches his lips entirely over her slick pussy, his tongue darting in and out of her walls while his nose nuzzles against her clit, he darts his gaze upwards, the sight of her features contorted in pleasure sent blood rushing entirely down to his cock, he grunts against her pussy, rolling his tongue while he pumped his digits in and out, relishing in the sounds she was making.

" Oh my god " She gasps, threading her digits through his hair. " Just like that " she cooed, tugging on the ends, " Fuck Dominik "

The motions became rapid, his tongue darting in different shapes while his digits curled inside of her walls drawing out more sounds from her lips.

" Fuck ... " Her chest rises and falls at a rapid speed, " Oh my god, I'm going to cum "

Her phrase spurred him to move even quicker, causing her back arches off the bed, letting out a loud cry. " Yes, yes ... just like that, just like that " she sighs.

He laps up every drop of her arousal before pulling back, he stands up to undress himself entirely before crawling up on top of her, " I'm better than any of those models you meet, right baba? "

Her brows knit in confusion, before her eyes widened at the realization of what spurred this on, " Domi " she whispers, gasping when his hand wrapped around her throat, " Fuck "

" Say it baba, I'm better than all of them " He states, with a deep, almost dark tone, the tip of his cock teasing her pussy. " Say it! "

" Yes " She whines, " You're better than any man baby "

He smirks, dipping his head below to kiss her before thrusting his cock inside of her pussy without much of a warning causing her to cry against his lips, " You're mine, you're mine to fuck, you're mine to kiss and you're mine to touch " he whispers.

" Yes, I'm yours " She affirmed his internal doubts, " All yours Domi "

" All those idiots think they can have easy access to you, that they can be this close to you, that they can touch you " He grunts, thrusting in and out of her at a rapid, brutal pace. " You ... " he thrusts further, " Are ... " he continued to thrust. " MINE .... "

Her eyes brimmed with tears, " Yes, yes I'm yours, all yours "

" Cum for me baba, make a mess all over my cock " He cooed in her ear.

She lets out a soft whine, arching her back off the mattress before the knot in her abdomen exploded. " Oh Fuck! "

His cock twitches inside of her abdomen before he chased his own release, grunting lowly in her ear. " Fuck baba, you feel so good around my cock "

He collapses next to her, and just as she was able to compose herself, she turns to face him and giggles. " Seriously, you were jealous? "

His cheeks redden, " Can you blame me? " he mutters.

" Domi " She giggles again, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. " Chase is gay "

He covers his face and groans, which made her laugh once again before pecking his lips. " I love you "

" I love you too " He smiles.

[cloudylovemuses]

McLaren needs to put their shit together, because this is getting out of hand!

Before I start my rant, I want to make clear that I absolutely Love both Lando and Oscar with all my heart. All this rant is a direct attack to the team and not them!

So let's start at the beginning of the race when Lando once again defends himself from Oscar leaving George open to attack. Oscar has to defend both the cars from George, which leads him leaving the track.

You know what's wrong with that? Lando felt the need to defend himself immediately from his teammate, because the team orders were so vague that he knew this was going to end bad for him.

Oscar instead of letting Lando and himself build a gap between the cars behind and them attacks Lando and takes the lead while pushing Lando to third.

You know what's wrong with that? Oscar thought that this is the chance of him to take the lead, so Lando would keep the Ferrari's behind, because team orders were so vague, that he knew if Lando was behind him he would have to help him.

But, the McLarens are fighting, their pit stops don't work right (shocking) and Suddenly the two Ferrari's are 1-2 with a 11second gap between them.

You know why? Because, the so called "papaya rules" strategy was SO shit that a tractor like Ferrari easily got past them. One didn't defend the other from the rest of the grid, they defend against each other.

Of course Ferrari's strategy wasn't perfect, but Thank God Charles is back on the game and him and Carlos (who only lost his position because his tires were dead) work so well together, that they were able to pull that miracle off.

Before I go to the post race shitshow, please check out what Will Buxton said on F1tv post race show. My guy said exactly what I was thinking. (I don't have a link right now, but I'll add it later.) Here's a quick screenshot, of a thread post about said interview:

So, we see the cool down room, Lando is completely disassociated and Oscar's trying play it cool. Because they know what they did today cost both of them good championship points and a Charles win was just a help for Max, not even Ferrari.

I don't even want to go on, about the video of the p2-3 photoshoot. Both boys look absolutely defeated and it's heartbreaking how McLaren was able to make a P2-3 feel like a P19-20.

These are the absolutely disappointing words of Andrea Stella over here:

Exhibit A

What the actual fuck you mean it's brutal to ask a driver to switch positions? You've already done it in Hungary. You made a mistake, Lando picked up his pace, while Oscar lost his? You prioritized Oscar for what? Lando is closer to winning YOU both championships and you actually decline him?

Exhibit B

What do you mean Oscar's the Future? Lando is supposed to be your present! You need to help HIM rise. Oscar has exactly that, the future, he just got here! You created unnecessary pressure for both of them.

And here's a thread post that goes with the previous text:

On the post race interview:

This is just heartbreaking. Also later on answering another question, they zoomed in a bit on him and he was indeed holding tears. So here's him, defending a team that won't defend him.

McLaren keeps saying that they are a Family and they support each other.

The only support I see is from Lando towards the rest of the team. Oscar is really smart for thinking for himself, he should and good for him. But, Lando needs to do the same if he wants to get HIS championship!

Team is a fucking mess, Oscar knows that and uses it at his advantage and at the wrong times, in my opinion, because he'll find that in front of him. And I don't say that as a judgment, but more like, Imagine what that team has put in his head that he believes that he has to literally kill himself, in order to meet THEIR standards.

Lando needs to be mean, needs to be selfish, needs to stop defending the team and defend himself.

Fuck what people will say, people will always find shit to say. Fuck what the team wants to say, they called you their future and now you're just their leftovers. It's stupid and ridiculous.

Anyways, it's 2:15am and that's all I can remember that I wanted to say. I'm mad, I'm sad, I'm disappointed and I have a headache. This was all I got, I'll come back to you with a couple of links in the morning