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[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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[writersdrug]

I NEED waitress!reader accidentally letting it slip that she’s got a date after her shift and so when bartender!simon overhears, he suddenly has a list of things she needs to do after work, causing her get to stay late ))): missing her date ))):

ANGST TIME

He's been watching you like a hawk for the past two hours - and rightfully so. You've been rushing through your tasks, rolling more than enough silverware, keeping your tables happy and stocked - you somehow managed to convince Soap to mop front of house for you. He doesn't like it. Why are you trying to get away?

"Got a date tonight." You tell him, skimming through your receipts as you sit at the bar and calculate your tips. You're not off the clock yet - you still have thirty minutes left. But the restaurant's empty, and all your tasks are done. Your makeup is a little nicer today, softer and less "morning after a deftones concert".

Simon's thankful for the mask, or else his frown would be impossible to miss. Is he dumb? Haven't you been flirting with him all week? Was this another one of your games, pretending to act innocent and coy, messing with him, then announcing you're going out with someone else?!

He feels his shoulders tensing as he watches you tap away at your phone's calculator. He shouldn't be so bothered by this - some things just need to be let go. But he can't. He wants to keep you in his back pocket, or in an empty whiskey bottle on his liquor shelf - not the one behind the bar, but the personal collection in his room on the third floor.

"That's nice," he grumbles, slicing through a lime. "Jus' make sure you finish your chores 'fore you head out."

"Already did!" You chirp at him with a smile. "Just need to do my tips, and I'll be done."

"Did ya clean the ice bins?" He asks.

You furrow your brow. "Huh?"

He jerks his head to the whiteboard on the wine fridge - sure enough, your name is scribbled in, right next to "drain and wash/sanitize ice bins + buckets", along with today's date.

You look back at Simon, your expression now crestfallen. Your date is in an hour, and you still have twenty minutes on your shift. "Don't you usually do it?"

Truthfully, he does. He could do it today, in fact. But his brain is acting on thoughts before he has the chance to consider the consequences. "Can't today, luv. Preppin' for a bigger crowd tomorrow."

Your shoulders slump. "How long does it take?"

"Well, you got to turn 'em off - one by one, I can't have two empty ice bins durin' a shift - then ya dump the ice, wait for 'em to warm up, then ya go in there with soap n' a rag, rinse 'em out, then-"

"God, can this please wait until tomorrow? I'll come in early and do it, I promise."

He looks at you sternly, and you suddenly feel ashamed for asking. "Wot, so I can pay you overtime?"

"Simon, please - if you do them, I'll give you half my tips for today."

"Now y' dumpin' your work on me?"

"I've got a date!"

"I've got my own shit too!"

You snap your mouth shut. He's never been this stern with you, but you know it's well deserved. It's your chore, after all. You'd been wrong to assume he would do it himself, despite that being the usual. You quickly hop out of the barstool and make your way behind the bar, unplugging the first icebin.

Simon watches as you scurry around, running to and from the ice bin into the kitchen, filling up bucket after bucket of ice and dumping it into the sink in the back. You pace as the machine warms up, glancing at your phone every few minutes, then touching the inside of the ice maker to check the temperature. After a few minutes, you're scrubbing the machine as fast as you can with a soapy rag and a bucket of sanitizer eater next to you.

Twenty minutes have gone by. You're supposed to be on your way to your date, but you're biting your lip, staring angrily at the ice machine as it cools down again. You need to wait for it to be cold before you refill it with ice, and only then can you start on the other machine.

You make another attempt towards Simon. "If I just do one tonight and do the other in the morning-"

"No." Simon snaps, his eyes angry as he drops a container of sliced fruit onto the bar. "This is part of havin' a job."

You look away from him, tears stinging your eyes now. You're so frustrated you want to snap back at him - but he's right, isn't he? Maybe you could ask him if you could just call Max and let him know you'll be running late - but the thought of asking Simon for anything right now (other than more chores) makes you queasy.

Simon doesn't know where the anger came from, but it's still simmering. He watches as you continue to run back and forth, filling up the old ice bin, unplugging the second one, dumping the ice in the back... he's refilling the bloody Mary mix and restocking the bitters. Simple things. He's got nothing to do after this besides go up to his flat and sit in front of the telly, or maybe chat with Soap before he heads home. Why didn't he just do it? Because you had a date, and that was a problem for him. Why? Now you're upset, and it's that knowledge that makes him finally feel the shame that he'd been swallowing down.

You finish dumping the last bucket of ice into the second machine. It's forty minutes after your shift ended. You still have to get to the restaurant you and Max were meeting at, which is a twenty minute walk. You were supposed to be there ten minutes early - now you're going to be an hour late. Frustration mingles with anxiety and burns in the forefront of your mind. But you can't be mad. You should've done your job.

Simon doesn't say anything when you run to the back, your phone pressed to your ear and tears in your eyes. You barely manage a wave to Soap as you grab your bag and jacket and flounder back into the restaraunt. You don't look at Simon.

"I'm leaving now, I'm so sorry- I had to finish up at work and it too longer than I-" you slowed to a walk, then a stop, standing in the middle of the floor. Simon was frozen, watching your shoulders shake.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had-... it's not an excuse, I promise I'm-... listen, we can go for a walk or something, right? Or go get fast food, someplace still open, just you and me, and we can try again another-"

His eyes burn in his skull as he watches you stand there for a few more seconds, staring at your phone as the call disappears from the screen. He wants to say something - but what can he say? He's already fucked you over. And he doesn't feel any better than when he first discovered your little date. He feels worse.

You stuff your phone in your back pocket, unable to hide the single, choked sob that escapes your throat. You shoulder your bag and stomp your way out of the restaurant, door clanging behind you. Your bike is still in the alley out back, and your unfinished tips are still on the bartop. He wouldn't be surprised if you never come back to collect them.

Soap emerges from the kitchen breaking Simon from his thoughts and wiping his hands on a rag. "Real feckin' kind of ye, Ghost. Never seen such a right cunt." He glares at Simon, before slapping the rag on the table and heading back into the kitchen. His shift was over, too.

Simon has three more hours left to deal with himself before the bar closes.

[boowritess]

very mild 18+ simon riley x reader

lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.

atleast to you.

when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he would’ve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.

he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.

he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.

he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.

it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.

even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.

but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.

it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.

he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.

"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.

around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.

Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.

"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.

"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.

Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.

he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.

'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'

image attached

Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.

Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.

he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.

just you and your simon.

a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo

[billieshrry]

Wicked Games • B.E.

Summary: you’re tasked with tutoring Billie, the girl that’s notorious for being a playboy at your school. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with her.

Warnings: smut, dom!billie, innocentish!reader, gxg, fingering (r receiving), squirting, dumbification, fuckboy!billie (ish) (by request), college billie and reader, i think thats it

When you walked into class on Tuesday, the last thing you were expecting was to be called upon by your professor to stay after. You were the perfect student: your GPA never falling below 4.0, your assignments were always turned in on time, and the only time you missed a class was when your roommate was sick and you were afraid to leave her alone in the dorms.

So truthfully, even after you racked your pretty head, even with all of the knowledge in there, you had no idea what this could be about.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. The entire lecture consisted of you bouncing your leg up and down at a rapid pace, biting your nails until they were red and raw, and twirling your hair until you swear it could’ve all fallen out.

Finally, when the professor dismissed the class, you stood up shakily and made your way to his desk at the front of the lecture hall.

You, and the girl that sat all the way in the back.

“What is she doing here with me?” You think to yourself, wondering what similarities you two may have. The girl in the back of class was taller than you, with black hair covered by a bandana and a backwards cap. Her eyes pierced yours with the same confused look on her face.

“I don’t know why the fuck you’re here either. I’m probably here ‘cause I’m failing, dude.” She says, her voice soothing your ears.

She looks you up and down, taking in your comfortable yet put together outfit. You silently thank God that you decided to actually wear something presentable today, since last night was finally a night where you didn’t stay up studying until early into the morning. You push your glasses up a little farther up your nose, smiling at her comment. Still confused on why you’re here, the professor finally turns around and looks at you.

“Hey, have you met Billie?” He asks, looking at the girl next to you.

“Just did, Professor. Can I ask why I’m here?” You silently note the girl’s name. Billie. You feel like you’ve heard that before.

“Well, listen. I know you don’t need the extra cred-” your professor starts. You cut him off.

“I’ll do it, I can always use it. What do I need to do?”

The professor looks at you, then looks to Billie, who isn’t even looking up at the conversation happening in front of her.

“You need to tutor Billie. She’s failing.”

Billie’s head snaps up, an angry look taking over her face.

“Uh, fuck no. I don’t need anyone telling me shit.” She rudely remarks. Your heart sinks. You want this extra credit.

And you kind of want to get to know Billie.

So when she quickly pivots toward the door, her long strides taking her out of the hall to God-knows-where, you turn to your professor, mouthing “I got it,” and chase after her.

“Bil- Billie! Billie wait!” Your short legs finally catch up to her, but she’s still ignoring you.

“Billie it won’t be hard, but I’ll help. We don’t even have to meet a ton.” You beg. The extra credit would look great on your resume for internships.

“Fuck off, dude.” You hear her say. You can almost hear her eyes roll.

“Billie please, I’ll do anything, I need this for my resume and you need it so you don’t fail out! I promise it won’t be much.” You look down at your feet as you talk, making sure you’re staying on her tail.

Finally, she stops walking abruptly and turns around, making you run into her chest. You fix your glasses, looking up at her. She glares down at you, picking at her bottom lip with her thumb and forefinger.

“Give me your phone.” She spits, holding her hand out.

You hand it to her, confused.

She types in her contact, and her address.

“Come to my apartment tomorrow if you wanna do this shit. Text me when you’re there. Not about anything else. Got it?”

You nod and take your phone back, letting her walk away. You watch as she pulls a piece of gum out of the pocket of her definitely-too-big jorts. She adjusts her hat and keeps walking, leaving you dumbstruck in the middle of the courtyard of your university, really confused on what you just got yourself into.

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The next day, you show up to her apartment at 5pm sharp. You text her, but get no response. You hear loud rap music through the walls, but you knock anyways. After about 7 minutes of standing outside of her door, probably looking ridiculous, she answers.

“Hey, come in.”

The stench of weed fills your nostrils and the smoke clouds your eyes. Holy shit. Of course she’s failing. All she does is get high.

You see another girl, half naked, run across the hallway into a bathroom.

Gets high and fucks people, you mentally correct yourself. You feel a sting in your heart, but you can’t quite place it, so it gets ignored.

“Get the fuck out dude, I told you I had shit to do and you’re wasting our time!” Billie yells across the apartment, assumingely to the girl you just saw in a bra and shorts, because she quickly runs out and toward the door that Billie is still holding open, with you next to it.

“Text me.” The girl says before glaring you down.

“Yeah I’ll think about it.” Billie laughs before slamming the door in the girls face. She coughs a little bit before going to the kitchen table and sitting down.

“What, you just gonna stare or actually tutor me?” She says to you, waiting for you to follow her to the table. You stutter out an apology, quickly going to the chair across from her.

“Nah, next to me.” She says. You look up at her confused.

“Sit next to me. Don’t make me say it again.”

You bite your lip and go to the chair next to hers, sitting on the cold wood, and quickly pulling your computer out of your backpack. Hers is already on the table with the class website pulled up. She watches your every move while you scatter to pull everything up. Your multiple tabs distract her, most about classes but some are Pinterest boards, online shopping carts, and shows you’ve been watching. Billie’s intrigued. She studies you, and you can feel her eyes watching your every move. You gulp, and your heart rate picks up. She places her hand on your thigh, making your head turn towards her. Looking up at her with your mouth barely open, your breathing labored as you lock eyes.

“How about we play a game, hm?” She says with a wild, wicked smirk on her face. You gulp harder this time, your eyes going foggy as she brings her hands up higher on your thigh. She leans into you, her lips grazing your ear.

“How about, instead of this,” she whispers, her fingers going in between you and her when she says ‘this,’ “I teach you a little something instead.”

Her words drive you crazy, and you have no idea what to do. You came to study, you came to tutor her. You need the extra credit, you need her to pass. You start to decline, trying to spit out that she needs to focus, but you gasp when her hand travels just high enough to brush the fabric covering you under your skirt.

“I think it’ll help both of us focus, yeah?” She smirks down at you, watching your reaction. Your throat is dry, your face is hot, and you can feel yourself starting to pool in your panties.

“O- okay.” You stutter.

“Not what I need to hear. It’s yes or no.” Billie says sternly.

“Yes.”

“Yes to what? What do you need from me, baby?” She smiles sickly. “Listen ma, I’ll give you all I got. Just ask nicely.”

“Ple-” Billie enjoys watching you struggle to get your words out. “Please fuck me, Billie.”

And just like that, the switch flipped. She cleared the table of everything; both computers, papers, empty dishes from earlier. She told you to get up on the table and sit facing her, so you did. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your hands started to sweat. You were so nervous. Nervous to be seen by her, nervous to be fucked by her. She looked down at you with her hooded eyes, stepping in between your legs. Her hand started at your knee, slowly dragging its way up as she spit praises at you.

“Look how beautiful you are, so perfect for me,” “God’ I’m gonna fucking ruin you, baby,” “Just let me motherfuckin’ love you.”

You gasp as her hand reaches your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. You stay watching her as she tilts your head back. She tells you to open your mouth, and you’ve never listened to someone so quick.

You open and stick your tongue out, not wavering your eye contact. She lets her spit slowly drip onto your tongue, her hold on your neck tightening, silently telling you to swallow. When you do, she moans and pushes you down onto your back on the table, ready to devour you.

She pushes your skirt up onto your hips, looking at the wet stain on your thong.

“All this for me, ma? Already? You’re so pathetic.” She says softly, her breath hitting right where you needed her most. You moan, begging her to touch you. To please you. Telling her you need her.

She pulls your underwear to the side, and dips her middle finger between your folds, slowly dragging upward.

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby.” She whispers before tasting you on her finger. You wiggle under her grip as she sucks you off of her, and she holds your hips down harder.

“Stop moving, be a good girl for me and stay still, okay? Gonna make this last.”

She licks a stripe up your pussy, your back arching off of the table and your hands falling by your side. She calls you needy, and then slowly toys her middle finger around your entrance.

“How bad do you need it, ma? Show me how bad this slutty little pussy needs my fingers.” She tells you, her eyes dark with lust. You sit up onto your elbows so you can watch her now.

You beg, and beg, and beg. You tell her you’re her slut, her whore, her plaything. She laughs at you and tells you how much of a dumb little bitch you are, already so needy after practically nothing. You tell her she’s right.

You are needy. Needy for her to fucking ruin you.

She shoves two fingers into your hole, curling them up before you can even realize whats happening. Your body jolts and you scream with a mix of pain and pleasure. She doesn’t slow down. Instead she watches you. She watches your chest rise up and down at an insane pace, she watches the way your eyes scrunch up when it hurts so good, she watches the way your thighs close when she starts to thumb your clit, the way you start to lose yourself in her.

She stands up now, never letting her pace slow down. She leans over you, forehead to forehead.

“This is a wicked game you’re playing with me.” She whispers onto your lips before violently making out with you. Your tongues mix with each other and she nibbles on your bottom lip. She absorbs your moans into her own mouth, turning her on even more. She feels your back arch, making your tits press against hers. Her free hand moves down your body, feeling your nipples through your shirt.

She can feel when you’re close. She feels your body start to jerk underneath her and she can tell you’re losing yourself. You look up into her eyes, totally lost in them.

“Please, can I cum for you?” You ask in the sweetest voice Billie’s ever heard. She smiles and nods, watching you in admiration.

Billie kisses her way back down to your pussy, attaching her mouth to your clit. She wants to taste you. She wants to feel you cum in her mouth.

When you start to get louder and your breath gets uneven, she doesn’t let up. Her fingers pound into you relentlessly, and her tongue expertly works at your nub. Your body becomes full of white, hot pleasure. You scream her name, you scream for God, you just scream.

“Let ‘em know, ma. Let ‘em know who’s fuckin’ you this good.” She rasps against you, your legs now shaking from the vibration. She can tell she’s overworking you, but she knows what she’s doing.

After all, she’s tutoring you, now.

She feels you clench around her two fingers, but she still doesn’t let up. She holds you down when you try to squirm away. She doesn’t stop. She won’t ever stop. She needs to see it. She needs to taste it.

Her hand goes back to your clit now, quickly rubbing it as she stands up and watches your entire body react to her touch. As soon as she sees your eyes snap shut and your back arch higher than before, she feels it.

She feels you drip onto her fingers, down her wrist. She feels her pants get damp with the smell of you. She slows down her fingers now, letting you catch your breath as she gently kisses up your neck.

“Pathetic baby just squirted all over my hand, how’s that for teaching you something? You made a bit of a mess.” She says mockingly, but all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ears. As you catch your breath, she makes her way down to clean you up with her tongue.

“We-we need to focus now.” You force out, your vision hazy and voice raw from screaming.

“Anything for you, baby. I’ll be able to really focus now that we got that out of the way.” Billie smiles up at you as she licks her fingers clean and sits you up, ready for you to teach her the subject of the class.

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A/n - this is SO long sorry i couldnt fall asleep so i just kept writing

[multicohn]

summary: fans have been asking for lando’s gf to appear on stream with him and she finally gives in

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x lando norris

genre: fluff

face claim: no one

author note: y/n is bad at video games in this, sorry if you’re good at them

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lando had never been more excited to start streaming and it definitely showed as he greeted fans with such excitement they’ve only seen from him after a good race. meanwhile, y/n sat beside him ( out of shot ) and nervously fiddled with her fingers.

“today-“ he clapped his hand together and y/n jumped which made him look over and laugh a little, “-sorry, so, i got a special guest with me and gave her a bit of a fright” lando then pulled y/n chair into view which made the stream chat explode

“FINALLY”

“Y/N ON STREAM OHMYGOD”

“YES (SHIP NAME) CONTENT WE LOVE TO SEE IT”

y/n smiled and waved to the camera while lando loaded up the game. he discussed that she would be playing a few games by herself and that he’s just here for moral support, y/n leaned into him before reading some comments out loud as they waited for the game to load.

“how did we meet?” lando coughed and looked away embarrassingly as y/n smiled

“he needed a jump start and i was the only one with cables, he said he’ll buy me a coffee as a thank you and had the employee write his number on the bottom of my cup-“ y/n started laughing, “-i didn’t even know and threw the cup away, but we met again and this time i needed a jump start. he asked why i hadn’t called and i was like ‘i don’t have your number’, ‘i had the café guy write my number on the bottom of your cup’, ‘oh, i didn’t even know and threw it away’ then he made sure that i had his number in my phone”

“i mean, seriously, why didn’t you check?”

“why would i?”

“…well, you just should’ve” y/n rolled her eyes before pressing start

it was chaos.

“GO LEFT! LEFT!”

“SHUT UP, I’M SCARED”

“RUN! RUN!”

“WHY AM I SO SLOW?”

y/n sunk down into the chair as the words ‘GAME OVER’ popped up onto the screen.

‘this is why i didn’t want to do this” she sulked while lando switched over to a different game

“can i just quit?”

“chat, can she quit?”

“NO”

“ITS OKAY Y/N I ALSO SUCK”

“PLEASE NO YOU REPRESENT US WHO GET SCARED EASILY”

lando gave his girlfriend a smug smile and it took everything in her to not whack it off his face.

y/n has never been very good at video games, preferring to play easy ones like the sims or even roblox. lando didn’t care much about it, finding her asking questions about the games he plays comforting, especially when he’s stressed. lando would also let her take control when he had a simple task to do or ask for help when having to pick a hard decision. it’s nice just having y/n by his side — even if she wasn’t paying attention to what he was playing.

“lando, i swear if this is a horror game”

“nah, it’s not”

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“GET AWAY FROM ME”

“THROUGH THE VENTS”

“LANDO I’M SCARED”

“JUST KEEP RUNNING”

“WHERE DO I GO?”

“LEFT”

“AHHHHH”

despite y/n making a fool of herself, fans absolutely loved it; lando bursting out into laughter every few seconds while she yelled at him for help, y/n leaning away in case of a jump scare, her trying to leave and lando pulling her back, them both laughing after y/n died and her trying to tell lando off while laughing herself.

“it’s okay, baby. we’ll be losers together” y/n pouted as he hugged her, the screen showing the words “YOU DIED” again

“let’s end it here, i don’t think my mentality can take anymore” lando smiled and kissed her cheek before letting her go

“okay, chat. for the sake of y/n’s mental health, we’ll be ending it here. thank you joining and she will be back-“

“no”

“-she will! don’t worry guys!”

“lando-“

“bye, chat!”

“you little-“

[vanteguccir]

Thinking about boyfriend Matt that has a girlfriend that lives by herself and everytime she gests new forniture, she calls him like "Baby, can you come put this together for me? Thank you". I also think she would try to help and Matt would be tottally against it (not sure about this last part tho). Please write this.

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matt sturniolo x reader

where Y/N loves to buy new furniture for her home, and Matt is the one she always goes to to ask to put it together <3

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Y/N had a knack for making her little apartment feel like home. Every few weeks, she'd spot something online; a new bookshelf, a cozy chair, or a quirky table, and decide that it was exactly what her space needed. But there was one catch: she wasn’t exactly a pro at assembling furniture. That’s where Matt came in.

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains of Y/N’s living room as she admired the large box that had just been delivered. It was a new coffee table, one she’d been eyeing for weeks. Knowing full well that she wasn’t going to tackle it on her own, she reached for her phone.

"Hey, baby." Y/N's voice was warm and playful as Matt answered on the first ring.

"Hey, dove. What’s up?" Matt replied, his tone softening at the sound of her voice.

Y/N glanced at the box.

"I got a little something for the living room. Think you could come over and help me put it together?"

Matt chuckled, already grabbing his car keys.

"Let me guess, another piece of furniture?"

"You know me too well." She grinned. "But yes, please? I promise to make us dinner afterward."

"On my way." Matt said without hesitation, already heading out the door. The thought of seeing her, even if it was to assemble something as simple as a coffee table, was more than enough to make his day.

About twenty minutes later, Matt arrived at Y/N’s apartment, greeted by her bright smile and the unmistakable excitement in her eyes. She stood in the doorway, barefoot and wearing one of his oversized hoodies; something that made Matt’s heart do a little flip every time he saw her in it.

"Thanks for coming." Y/N said, stepping aside to let him in. She watched as Matt eyed the box in the middle of the living room.

"Another project, huh?" He teased, approaching the box.

"Yeah, but I promise this is the last one for a while." Y/N laughed, knowing full well she’d probably find something new soon enough. She kneeled beside him, ready to help.

Matt quickly shook his head, gently nudging her hand away from the box.

"Uh-uh, you just sit back and relax, okay? I’ve got this."

"But I want to help!" Y/N protested, though there was no real determination in her voice. She knew he loved doing things like this for her on his own.

"No way." Matt insisted, his tone gentle but firm. He gave her a playful look, then tapped her nose lightly. "I can handle it. Just sit on the couch and look pretty while keeping me company. That’s all I need from you."

Y/N sighed, feigning disappointment, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. She settled onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her as she watched him. There was something incredibly comforting about the way Matt moved around her space, confidently taking charge of the task. His broad shoulders flexed beneath his shirt as he opened the box and started laying out the pieces.

"How do you even know what all these parts are?" Y/N asked, genuinely impressed as Matt made quick work of organizing the screws, panels, and tools.

Matt shrugged, flashing her a grin.

"Just good at following instructions, I guess. Plus, it’s kind of fun."

"Fun?" Y/N echoed with a laugh. "You’re putting together furniture, not playing a game."

"Maybe." He said, glancing over at her, his eyes full of warmth. "But it’s for you, so that makes it fun."

Her heart swelled at his words. Watching Matt carefully assemble the table, piece by piece, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. It wasn’t just about the furniture; it was about the way he cared for her, the way he was always there to help without a second thought. It was the little things, like how he’d insist on doing the heavy lifting, or how he’d make sure every screw was tightened perfectly so she wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

After a while, the coffee table began to take shape. Y/N couldn’t resist getting up and kneeling beside him again, pretending to inspect his work.

"Looks good." She remarked, trying to keep her tone serious.

"Of course it does." Matt said with a chuckle. "I’m a professional."

She leaned in closer, teasingly brushing her fingers against his biceps.

"Maybe I should double-check, you know, just in case."

Matt rolled his eyes, but his smile was wide.

"If you want, but I guarantee it’s perfect."

Y/N gave him a look of mock suspicion before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I trust you."

Matt’s hands paused for a moment, his eyes flickering to her with a mix of affection and pride. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You better."

With the table finally assembled, Matt stood up, stretching his arms above his head, his pink shirt riding up slightly, displaying his tummy to Y/N’s eyes.

"Done." He announced, stepping back to admire his work.

Y/N clapped her hands together, genuinely impressed.

"It looks amazing, baby. Thank you."

"Anything for you." Matt replied, his voice sincere. He watched as Y/N excitedly placed a few decorative items on the table, her eyes lighting up at how perfectly it fit into her living room.

"Okay, now that you’ve put that together…" Y/N began, trailing off as she looked at him with a playful smirk.

Matt raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going.

"Oh no, what else did you order?"

Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his chest.

"Nothing… yet."

Matt shook his head, smiling down at her.

"You’re lucky I love you."

"I know." Y/N murmured, looking up at him with pure adoration. "And I’m so lucky to have you."

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[spliffymae]

forgotten connie drabble (18+ mdni)

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“SURPRISE!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!”

you moved to the side once you were inside, coming in behind the man of the hour himself. sasha had been running rampant to throw him an amazing surprise party. and you were in on it, tasked with bringing connie home from work and acting as if you know nothing about what the current day was.

which proved to be hard the second connie got into your car after putting his bag in the back seat. “ahh shit! they got mi cielita to take me out. where we going, mami?” connie was grinning ear to ear as he looked at you, dimples popping below red freckled cheeks.

he was so cute, and you were gonna hate to do this but, “what’re you on about, springer?” you scrunched your face up in confusion at him. you then quickly looked ahead to pull out the parking lot. if you looked at him for too long you were sure you’d crack.

connie rolled his eyes, not buying your ignorance. “oh stop that, y’know what i’m talking bout.” he said as he buckled himself in and then reclined the passenger seat.

with the strongest will you could muster, you kept up the confusion, looking back at him and with a quirked brow, “you got a game or sum?” you asked, knowing damn well he had nothing going on today. his birthday happened to land on the off day for ball practice AND track practice, not to mention he didn’t have class either.

now, when sasha told you to act like you forgot that his birthday was today, she failed to mention to you that it was something connie’s mother had done plenty of times in his life…not as a joke, though.

connie really cared about four women in his life: you, sasha, his little sister, and his mom. so you forgetting his day took a pin to his bubble and popped the fuck out of it. he didn’t dwell on the subject anymore, changing to now talk about your days. however, connie was feeling down on the inside. all his friends had wished him a happy birthday either via call, text, or social media post. have you not been on your phone today?

when you pulled up to his and sasha’s shared apartment, you flashed him a smile but it was not reciprocated. connie was staring ahead, zoned out in thought. so much so he doesn’t feel you turn the car off or hear you call his name.

“con” you pushed his shoulder slightly, getting him to snap out of his own head.

“hm?”

“we’re at your place. is it cool if i come up to use the bathroom?” you usually wouldn’t say anything and invite yourself into his apartment. days when you’d get him we’re days you set aside to hang with him. but today seems to be different. connie wondered if you had made plans that made you forget about his birthday.

“uh yeah, sure.” he said lowly. he reached back to grab his backpack and with that, got out the car. you could see the defeat in his walk towards the doors. he was mumbling to himself, more times trying to dissect what the hell was going on with you. because you wouldn’t just forget, right?

you got out the car and sped walk to catch up, sending sasha a quick text to let her know yall were back. you also cussed her for telling you to do this to connie, knowing how pouty he gets.

the walk to the elevator was quite, along with you two getting off at his floor and going to his apartment. however, before connie turned the key he put into the lock, he turned to you. his eyes were glossed over and cheeks dusted with a crimson red. he was chewing on his bottom lip, hazel eyes filled with worry. “did i do something, mami? you mad at me?”

and oh my god you wanted to break the act right there…but you were RIGHT THERE.

you blinked, “what do you mean, con? why would i be?” you wanted him to just open the door. once he opened the door you could drop the act, you could give him all the birthday love you were holding in since midnight.

connie let out a sigh and turned back around, giving up on the matter and turning the lock to go in. the day was no longer felt good. what good was a birthday if the one person he wanted to spend it with forgot about it?

when the door opened, connie walked inside and turned on the light and was immediately met with screams, cheers, and camera lights in his face.

which brings us here, to where he freezes and looks around at his friends from his basketball team, work, childhood, and sasha standing in the middle with a cake.

connie spent a good couple seconds taking everything in, he was slightly embarrassed to say once he believed you had forgotten he immediately forgot the day, choosing to just wallow in his room as he smoked a spliff.

you took a step forward, hands behind your back and coming up on his right. ���happy birthday, connie.” you bumped him with your hip, once again snapping him out of his own head and bringing him back to the present.

the big, toothy smile he had in your car came back, now decorated with deep dimples and eyes watery with tears of appreciation.

just as he was about to say something to you, jean pulled him away, leaving you two with an unfinished conversation.

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you were talking to sasha in the kitchen as connie was socializing with all his guests. he hadn’t had the chance to come back to you just yet, but you weren’t worried. you didn’t plan on going anywhere.

“i told you! he’s so brain dead when it comes to you that he’ll completely forget everything. did you see how lost he looked when he saw us?” sasha was so happy that her plan had turned out well. she knew her best friend well enough to know it wasn’t going to take a lot to get his mind off his literal day of birth. not when you were the one thing that stayed on his mind and could pull his attention from anything.

you playfully rolled your eyes, “i still hated seeing how sad he looked. why didn’t you tell me i was damn near triggering him?!” you were nursing your second cup of a mimosa, slightly tipsy.

sasha giggled. she, on the other hand, had been four shots in from when you guys came in. “i forgot. but it’s all good now. oop—here he comes.” before you knew it, sasha had stepped away and now connie was in your space.

his eyes were low and bloodshot, having just come back from a hotbox with his guys in the car. “mami, you really are sum special.” he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you to be flush against him.

you smiled, “sasha made me, pa. you know i would never forget your day.” you traced his lips with your finger, your acrylic nail going along his prominent cupids bow. connie held your hand still and kissed your finger, then moved your hand so it was at the back of his head. it brought you closer into his space, his cologne taking over your senses. he loweeeed his head to touch yours, looking in your eyes.

“¿dónde está mi regalo, princesa? his hands trailed up from your waist to your back, to your elbow and then shoulder. he tucked one of your locs behind your ear, staring at you as if you held both the moon and the stars. “i been dying to unwrap it” his eyes were scanning all over your face, taunting you with his hidden meaning.

“quiero mi pastel, ma. soy hambriento.” he undid the button with ease, bringing you to gasp and instinctively grip the small curls on the back of his neck.

“later.” you said softly, giving him a sweet smile to match. but connie smirked with wickedness, red eyes gleaming of mischief. his hand trailed back down to the waistband of your baggy pants.

“c-con.” you could feel his long and slender fingers pad over your core. he pressed his index and his middle against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. “this party’s for you.” you bit your lip when you felt him move them in a circular motion, the wetness of your pussy dampening your panties.

“it’s my birthday, right? i can do whatever i want, right?” you were gonna answer, but then he pushed your panties to the side. he had rubbed your lips to collect your slick on his fingers, and slowly began to push them inside of you. your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“oh princesa, did you forget how to talk? just like how you forgot papi’s birthday?” he tsked, shaking his head, “made me so sad. y’know” the force of his thrusts picked up, knocking you back to grip the edge of the counter behind up. “a mean joke you guys pulled on me.”

“pa…i-i can’t be quiet” you panicked, looking at connie with worrisome eyes. he knew you were a screamer, fuck it was what he loved about you. pleasure would overwhelm you quick and all your composure would go flying out the window. you got animalistic when you’d approach your peak, and connie never missed the chance to see it. but today, you were doing your best to show restraint the clench of your jaw let him know you really wanted to get it out but were resisting.

connie took his other hand to rub a thumb on your clit, turning his ears off to anything that wasn’t your faulty breaths or straggled moans. “hm…guess i forgot.”

[hxnbi]

Hallooo I love your writing sm it’s literally so yummy٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ Would it be possible to do a scenario with the boys in which reader calls them and it’s really vague (like maybe reader just got off from a fight and they’re really hurt and kind of loopy because of the blood loss or something but they’re not dying just taking a punch induced sleep (but the boys don’t know that LMAO)) and then just ends it with “I might not be able to come today, I love you” (imagine if the boys couldn’t pick their phone up at first so reader leaves a voice message 👀) (With suo if possible🙏(and maybe any of the other boys)) Once again thank you so much for making these works, they’re such a fun read٩( ᐛ )و

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₊˚✿ pairings. hayato suo x gn. reader ₊˚✿ contents. reverse angst, comfort, fluff ₊˚✿ note. hope it was to your liking :)

SUO was busy that day, that was apparent. The entirety of Furin was dealing with a water leakage in the school as a result of a recent thunderstorm, and everyone, regardless of their commitments, volunteered to help patch up the school that was their meeting place, including Suo. 

Umemiya came up to him with a sheepish expression, musing, “Mannn, sorry about this you guys. Are you sure you all don’t have anything else to do?”

Mitsuki, finally pulling his head out of the clouds, looked up from his phone. “Hm? Oh, sure. But can I finish my game first? I’m almost past this round.”

Tsugeura, shouting it to the entirety of the classroom, declared, “I will help out as well! To restore the school to its former glory! That’s my virtue!”

‘He’s definitely dying young…’ everyone deadpanned.

Sakura narrowed his face into a grimace. “Then get to working instead of spitting nonsense, you lazy lump.”

“S-Sakura-san! Y-You can’t say that!!”

“What? Who says you can tell me what I can and can’t say?”

“Aww, don’t be such a jerk, Sakura-kun!” Suo chimed in.

“HUH?”

Hiragi, who was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, exhaled a sigh. “What about you, Suo?”

Suo shook his head. “If everyone else is pitching in to help, then it’s only right that I should, too," he said, flashing a smile that made Hiragi feel a sense of relief that there was at least one sane person in this room of madness.

Sakura, paying little attention, scoffed. “Figures. Of course, something like that would come out of your mouth.”

Hard labour followed as they all got to work, with blood, sweat, and tears being poured into their tasks. So much so, that, when Suo’s phone, which was in his pocket, rang, he could hardly even hear it. Rather, he attributed it to a hallucination. But seeing that it was your name on the caller ID, he excused himself almost instantly. 

He held the phone to his ear, “Hello?”

Silence. 

“Hello? Hello? Y/n? Are you alright?”

“...”

Silence again, but Suo could’ve sworn that he heard something else, and it didn't help his already confused state. Right as your voice came through in the most stomach-churning way imaginable.

“Hayato, I might not be able to come to the cafe today… I love you.”

And then the phone cut-off, making Suo’s face scrunch up in confusion. Suo was silent for a second, and then another. What on earth did you mean by that?! Suo could've sworn that he heard the sounds of ambulances from the other end of the phone, which didn’t exactly ease his worries, but it was as good a start as any. And so, that’s where he was going to go.

And after sweat and quite literal tears being shed, Suo arrived, and banged his heads onto the counter of the font desk. 

“Is a patient named y/n here?!”

The nurse nodded her head, typing rapidly on the monitor before directing him with a wave of her hand and a short message of where you were supposedly located.

The elevator ride felt excruciatingly long, all the while tapping his foot up and down in agitation—and the worried looks from the other people in the elevator (at a rather far distance, mind you) didn’t exactly calm his nerves.

“Hayato!" you lit up. "You’re here! Sorry about that, I called you earlier, but my phone cut off at th—”

But before you could mutter another word, Suo took you into his words, making the nurses and doctor quickly scramble out of the room so they didn’t ruin this “romantic moment.” Romantic moment in hell, perhaps.

“What happened? How did it happen? Did you fall? Where did you get all those injuries??” It was so unlike him to worry, and yet, you felt his concern seep through every word.

“I just tripped and fell face-first onto the ground! Nothing serious.” You exchanged a smile, in hopes to assure him that your jury wasn’t serious, but Suo begs to differ. But regardless, you continued to ramble. “The doctor told me that I’d be better as soon as in 24 hours, once I get some proper bed rest and medication.”

Suo’s entire face went pale. “How could you ever say that is enough for you to be fine?!? Do you not know that the ground you’re talking about is concrete?!”

“Well, now I do.”

“Y-You… You had me so worried,” he exhaled in and out with deep, laborious breaths, and who could blame him? For all he knew, he assumed that you were seriously hurt. “I thought…”

Gently, you placed your hand over his. “Oh, Hayato, you worry too much.”

He exhaled a sigh. “I’d argue that I don’t worry enough…”

“Don’t be such a worrywart,” you chuckled, remaining lighthearted. “Look! I can get up and walk just fine! Just watch me walk out of here with no problem!”

“Y-Y/n?! What are you doing?! Stay in bed!!!”

“Fine~” Doing what you were told, you sunk your body back into the mattress and blanket, which, admittedly, you found rather comfortable. You stifled a chuckle once you saw the expression on Hayato's face, a mix of exasperation, relief, and sweat that dripped from his forehead down to the ground

Seeing the chaotic scene that is you finally deciding to rest and taking a heartfelt breather, Suo collapsed back into his seat, leaning his head backwards and fixing the mess of his heart from the mess you made. “You’re lucky that I love you…”

You cracked a smile. “I know, Hayato. I know.”

Before long, you drifted off to sleep.

Suo hardly found it amusing, not when he was scared half to death that even he—someone usually so composed—could act this way over someone else. But then again, you were not just “someone else.”

Suo stifled a smile when you were asleep. His heart ached, and he gently reached out to caress your hand with both of his, careful as to not wake you. Holding your hand to his face, he felt the warmth of your soft, tender, yet bruised skin against his cheek.

He was just glad that you were okay...

With a tenderness that belied his usual enigmatic manner, he kissed your ring finger softly, his lips lingering close by as if to imprint the moment in his memory forever. A simple act filled with unexpressed affection that he could not bring himself to voice.

“You’re exhausting, but I love you so much…”

Unbeknownst to him, you weren’t fast asleep, nor were you dozing, but fully awake and dazed out of your mind from Suo’s sudden confession.

©hxnbi. comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated ♡

[luvmila444]

play with you instead?

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: watching Chris preoccupied playing his video games only has you wanting him more and needy for his hands

content warning: SMUT; fingering; subby chris; praise kink; Chris is obsessed; cum eating; no actual p in v

word count: 1.2k words

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One thing you loved the most about Chris were his perfect hands. 

They were perfect in every way. Strong large hands touching every inch of your body. Caressing you and holding you so tight yet soft.

Even when his long fingers fiddled with his gaming controller so perfectly, where he had memorised every button…every switch. Much like him with you. you couldn’t take your eyes of of them. You could only picture the way they felt on you... or better yet, in you. The way he would hold the pages of the booked looking almost identical to the way he has touched you not even a few hours ago. You were practically a drooling mess at the sight and couldn’t take your eyes of him.

A sly smile could have easily been seen on his face; he knows you are watching him again. Or rather his hands. Licking his index finger on purpose he silently chuckles when a little whimper leaves your lips. It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend nights in each other's places due to the comfort you felt around his things, whether you’d be fucking, talking about everything and anything or even maybe just sat in comfortable silence as you were just preoccupied with your phones, or video game, which Chris had promised to play the night before with his friends and brothers and yet got distracted by the others temptation. So, as you sat there eyeing your boyfriend with such lust in your eyes, you tried ever so hard to compose yourself and allow Chris to continue with his task, leaving you to go back to mindlessly scrolling on your phone rather than sleeping. 

“Interesting game?” You ask casually yet failing miserably from not distracting yourself with the barely distracted boy in front of you. 

“Mhmm, what baby? You jealous I’m playing with this game instead of with you?” Chris says when he sees you only looking back down and that hands that were placed so perfectly around the controller.

“No! go ahead. Tell me about the game or…whatever. Maybe It will help distract me from the other things i have in mind” You tease, smirking to yourself, knowing he immediately understood what you were talking about. 

“Oh yeah?” He settles his headset on his shoulders so. He has both his ears able to hear you, he barely gives you a side glance, not letting his eyes leave his game, yet still holding a smirk from knowing the effect he has on you, “and what else is on your mind, exactly?” He asked innocently but with mischievous intent laced in his words.

“Oh, y’know how i wanted to feel your fingers pump in and out of me and have your thumb rub against my swollen clit until I’m shaking and sweating against your chest” you admit nonchalantly, as you hear his let out a small gasp from the chair, he was sat in besides you. Chris didn’t expect you to be so straight forward, and this was enough for him to complete stop his game and let go of his controller down on the desk, practically dropping it with the urgentness he had done it in. what kind of a man would he be to turn someone as needy as you down. He would never admit it... but he loved when you took control. He would love the way you would tell him what to do while you praise him for pleasuring you just the way he knew you liked. May it be his cock, fingers or mouth, he only lived to satisfy you and to make you feel good.

And furthermore, you knew this. You knew that he liked it and who were you to decline a man of his needs, so you had halted the internal arguing with yourself and stood from the bed you were once led so restlessly on, leaving your phone buried amongst the sheets and straddling your boyfriends lap, facing him while staring down into his eager blue eyes which had now darkened even more from lust. 

“Who am i to say no to a girl like you then?” He whispers almost with a stutter. 

You grinned as you sucked on your bottom lips while you felt those hands pulling your panties to the side from under your skirt, instantly feeling the arousal soaked between your legs. 

As you felt him slowly rub against your nub, you let out a long-awaited breathy moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Chris stared up at you mesmerised as he touched you perfectly, just the way you liked it. 

he briskly entered a finger into you while maintaining the steady pace of the movement on your clit. He comes a little bolder with his movements as you grab a tight grip on his messy hair and begins to fuck you at a quicker pace with his finger. 

You clench around him, making him glance in at your face. "You feel so tight." He breathes, before inserting another finger into your cunt.

“Yes, thats so good Chris, god... keep doing that” you praise as a proud smile makes his way onto his lips. He watches while his digits disappear inside you as you slowly start to grind down onto his hand, building up more friction. Chris’s cock is now rock hard in his pants as he whimpers at the sight of you absorbing all the pleasure. 

Your eyes are now rolling to the back of your head as you feel the build-up in your stomach. Chris speeds up the pace of his fingers, knowing that you were close to finishing, while he continued to flick and play with your clit. 

Your had clenches harder on his dark curls as he expertly curves his fingers to hit your g-spot repetitively. 

"Chris—oh, fuck." You whine now closing your eyes completely with you face now leaning against the top of his head, panting. “So good...so—shit.” You breathe as you feel you orgasm nearing you even more.

Chris hasn’t even touched his cock, yet he feels like he is going to burst from the erotic sounds and noises that fill the room. Only you he repeats to himself as he impales you with his fingers at an even faster speed then before until finally that coil snaps and you feel your orgasm ride through. 

You head falls onto his shoulder as you tremble from the intense wave of pleasure that rushed through you. Chris’s hands continue to help you through you orgasm until you become too sensitive. You let out a final heavy breathe before looking back up at the beautiful boy facing you.

He slowly takes his fingers out of your cunt before putting them between his lips and sucking them clean making your mouth fall open as his eyes roll into the back of his head at your sweet taste. 

You gaze at him in amazement before feeling something hard pressed against the inside of your thigh. You grin up at him and then notice his weakened, whiny expression before slowly lowering your delicate hand onto his prominent and very uncomfortable looking bulge. leaning in to whisper into his ear,

“Let’s get you sorted out as well then, shall we?”

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a/n: thank you so much for reading!! pls lmk if I’ve made any mistakes or something is wrong, i would really appreciate it!

I love you all my angels

[suntoru]

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

in which : you and your classmates surprise katsuki for his birthday !

day seven of the explosive birthday collab event hosted by @queenpiranhadon !

fem reader, i dog on kaminari a lot in this one lmfao sorry kami fans i promise i luv him, kissing, lotsaaaa fluff, mentions of food, mentions of drinking but its not specified to be alcohol or anything ! cuddling, teary eyed sentimental katsu, soft katsu for the soul, teary eyed reader, class A bein silly, lmk if i missed sum else !

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATSUKI KATSUKI DAY GRAAAAAHHH-

and so, finally bakugou’s big 18th birthday party had arrived.

and you could absolutely not be more nervous.

you’d barely slept a wink, too giddy but also terrified as you kept on thinking about everything that could happen that you lost track of time. you'd checked and rechecked to see if the gifts you'd prepared where ready, checked with your classmates to see if all the decorations in gym gamma where still okay and checked the fridge five times to see if the cake was still intact aka if kaminari or mineta hadn't gotten their grubby little hands on it. tokoyami had told you not to “let the chains of anxiety shackle thy restless soul”, which you think meant you didn’t need worry yourself too much. you didn't quite get it at the time but you were thankful nonetheless.

you’re in bed now. nervous, sure. but you can’t help excitedly kicking your feet nonetheless. you were so excited to see katsuki’s reaction to the surprise and to your gifts, of course.

you check your notifications one last time, smile at your homescreen picture of you and your boyfriend, and turn on your side to finally go to sleep.

the day goes by with no hiccups. despite your friends wishing katsuki a happy birthday, with him grumbling in a sort of appreciation, he didn’t seem like he’d caught on. and he hadn’t noticed the sneaky mischievous glances you sent your friends every once in a while, everything was going off with a hitch.

you’d, of course, waken up extra early to be sure you were the very first person to send him a happy birthday message, getting ready at lightning speed to greet him at the door with a warm hug and plenty of kisses. which he reciprocated after quickly getting over his stupor.

the day had gone well, but now it was time for the surprise. and while you gather up the last finishing touches and finish bringing the food, operation : extract the payload was a go.

kirishima had been tasked to go retrieve katsuki and drag him over to the gym, claiming he wanted to try a brand new move and knowing katsuki you knew there was little to no chance he’d pass up training. but just in case, you’d encouraged kirishima to egg your boyfriend on a bit, that usually gets him going and you smirk proudly at your phone when you get a text from the red head himself.

“he took the bait ! the payload is on the way >:)”

and there you have it.

“alright guys, payload’s on the way !” you exclaim. your classmates start taking action, there aren’t many places to hide in the gym even with all of the changes you’d all made, but everyone had managed to find a pretty good hiding spot. some, like kaminari following others because they had nowhere else to hide and exchanging whispered complaints of “why’d you follow me ?!” and “ow, don’t step on my feet !” you giggle at how much your friends treat this like a game of hide and seek rather than a big surprise, before bounding away to find a hiding spot for yourself near the entrance.

it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop. denki clear his throat and yelps immediately afterwards, you assume someone must’ve punished him for the noise and you almost snort. until you hear voices approaching.

you recognize the loudest one clear as day. your heart starts racing when you hear the door open and kirishima and katsuki sounding impossibly close. katsuki’s complaining, as usual and it should be about time for—

“let’s hurry this up shitty hair, got other shit to do later.” you hear your boyfriend grumble.

“yeah, yeah i got it man.” kirishima replies “i’ve been working on this move for a looong while, so i think you’ll definitely be in for a treat.”

the trigger word.

“why’d you put so much emphasis on the—“

“SURPRIIIIISEEEE!!!”

bakugou’s next words get caught in his throat and he makes a little spluttering noise when all of his classmates pop out from almost every single crevice, nook and cranny in the room. his eyes are wide as saucers and his stance screams he’s on high alert, ready to fight, only to be met with his entire class screaming at him.

he stays frozen in his spot, eyebrows twitching and you all silently wait for him to react until denki shouts “kacchan’s shut down, guys !” in an instant time restarts its course and while you all burst out laughing katsuki splutters again.

“shut the fuck up dunce face !!” he shouts, but it doesn’t hit the same as it usually would, he’s just a bit quieter “w-what the hell is all this ?!”

“obviously it’s a surprise party.” sero sasses with a smirk, mina rubs it in by adding a snarky “duuuh !”

kirishima takes pity on his friend and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly "we knew your birthday was comin' up, so we wanted to throw you a birthday party !"

"and actually keep it a secret this time.." kaminari snickered not so quietly. him, and the majority of the class side eyeing todoroki and mineta, the smaller boy immediately spluttering out excuses while the other only tilted his head in question.

katsuki's flabbergasted expression has settled just the smallest bit, his eyes shoot over to you and you offer him a sweet smile "18th birthday's are special, y'know ? they should be celebrated with class." you joke. the redhead next to your boyfriend nods aggressively fast. you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see kaminari again. you snort when he opens his mouth to speak again—does that guy ever stop talking ?

"i helped plan everything." he smirks, leaning against your shoulder and nodding proudly. only to wince when jirou materializes behind him, accompanied with a fist to his head. "we all did, idiot."

"hey, don't go taking all the glory for yourself !" mina chimes in a little further in the crowd, shoji places a hand on her shoulder in support.

you can't stop your lips from forming into a silly smile at your friends antics, and you giggle when katsuki only rolls his eyes, trying to hold back one of his own.

"you guys are idiots..complete fuckin' morons.." he mutters under his breath, shaking his head and rubbing at his nape almost shyly. he looks up at the red head next to him, then at the rest of his class with the faintest of pink on his cheeks, hand still pressed awkwardly on his nape like he doesn't know where to put it.

"i-i appreciate you guys..or whatever..thanks."

a beat passes. and then squeals resonates throughout the room.

"AAAWWWW—" kaminari and mina both squeal.

"aww man, you're blushing !" kirishima laughs, his cheeks also tinted pink.

"S-SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO I'M NOT—yer seein' things, you fuckin' weirdo.." katsuki spits, but his embarrassment and appreciation refrains him from insulting his smiling friend too agressively.

"aaand he's back.." sero quips, causing absolute choas filled with laughs and screams..the screams coming more from your boyfriend but you digress.

you're all smiles, this couldn't have gone any better for you and you feel a little silly for feeling emotional. katsuki's absolutely not the first person others would call sweet, but him actually putting in the effort and putting his feelings into words make your heart grow more than three sizes.

"alright, enough with the mushy stuff. let's party an' eat cake !" kaminari, always being the life of the party, exclaims. you're thankful that he's so aware and always able to set everything back on course so naturally, you almost envy him for it. you and your classmates excitedly cheer. between the cheers you lock eyes with katsuki, who was already looking at you. you smile at him brightly because you really can't help it and you feel your heart beat and dance around in your chest when he offers you a handsome smile in return. not his usual boastful one, the one only reserved for you. the one that makes your heart beat intensely, but more sweetly and makes it melt like liquid honey.

this is the best.

you're a few hours ( and a lot of slices of cake) later into the evening, when you lean against the wall to take a breather. you're cheeks hurt with how hard you've been laughing and you sigh happily, the noise being drowned out by the loud speakers booming as you take a sip of your favorite drink.

"yo." you turn to see sero right next to you, "hey !" you chirp loudly, trying to get him to hear you over the music. he smiles easily at you, taking a sip from his drink before he continues

"looks like blasty's havin' fun." he chuckled, pointing his cup to where your boyfriend had been dragged into an impromptu conga line. you burst out laughing, pulling out your phone to record. and while you're recording he notices and glares right at you, you offer him a taunting little wave and cheer him on. and his narrowed eyes need no words as his hands tighten on deku's shoulders in front of him. the green haired boy's eyes widen in surprise as his mouth open in surprise.

"you're gonna pay for that." you chortle.

"looks like this party was a succes, huh ?" sero utters softly, going to take another sip before leaning his red cup over to you. you laugh with a shake of your head.

"yep !" you agree, knocking your cup against his.

a warm hand wraps around your wrist. you don't know if you ever stopped smiling since the beginning of the evening, but you smile wider when his warmth practically engulfes you, his chest pressed to your back as he pulls you against it. you look up at him to see him trying to supress a smile, not well, but he's trying. "finally caught you." katsuki growls.

"you havin' fun ?" you sing. he scoffs "bein' dragged around playing limbo with those fuckin' cheaters ? yeah, plenty." the words come out bitterly at the memory of kaminari 'setting him up' during your game of limbo, competitive as always. you laugh at his sarcastic remark.

"i think you looked real handsome during the conga line," you sigh sweetly to sell the act, "so dreamy.." his words get caught in his throat and he pokes at your stomach in punishment to make you squirm around, then he's reaching to grab your hips shuffles around in your pockets while you try to keep him away. "i saw you recording me, freak ! gimme the phone."

"no !"

"give it !"

"leave me be, it's a m-momento for your 18th birthday !" you wheeze, giggling and shrieking as he takes his chance to tickle you. you hear him chuckle into your ear and he finally relents. "m'getting to that phone while you're asleep." you fake gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"you wouldn't !"

"don't test me." he snarks, throwing you a teasing grin. however, his expression morphs into a soft one, he shoves his hands into his black baggy jean pockets.

"heard you planned all this, huh ?" your eyes widen.

"no, no we all did."

"but it was your idea." he insists, and cuts you off before you can continue "don't bother, kirishima already told me." as thankful as you were for his help, you cursed kirishima in your head for throwing you to the explosive wolf like this. it's not like you were angry, but you really couldn't have done all of this on your own and it was definitely a team effort.

"well, i mean..yeah.." you admitted shyly, fumbling around with your hands. it's silent, then he chuckles at your humbleness and you're slowly, agonizingly slow at that, being backed up against the nearest wall. and his forehead maes contact with yours, you're tucked away into a corner of the gym where the rest can't see you, he places his arms against the wall next to your head.

your eyes dart from his to the floor "i just thought..it could be fun, you know..? m'sorry for lying to you about the bookstore.." you spilled, trying your best to stutter out an apology, until he stops you, raising your head up with his finger.

"you're really somethin' else, you know that ?" he smirks softly " i knew you were planning somethin', you were being too secretive. hanging out with my mom and shit, sneaky brat."

"i like hanging out with your mom !" you defending the older woman has your boyfriend roll his eyes "should like hanging out with your boyfriend first." he quips. you roll your eyes as well, but it doesn't take you long to burst into a fit of laughter and he follows quickly. your chest feels warm, tucked away giggling in this small corner of the bustling party, just you and katsuki.

"i have something i wanna show you." katsuki raises a brow at your sudden words. "oh, yeah ?" you nod. "but it's in my room." you offer him your hand shyly, and he smiles softly, huffing through his nose. grabbing your hand as you pull him out of the gym and walking silently into the night back towards the dorms.

"hey.." katsuki starts, you hum. "uhm, y'know—fuck.." he fumbles with his words and pulls you along when you stop walking to listen to him, wanting to continue so you wouldn't notice his embarrassed state too hard.

"thanks for this." your eyes widen and it's like he sensed you were about to speak because he interrupts you "yeah, yeah i know you all did." he mimicks your words, squeezing your hand in his warm one "but you thought it all up, so..thanks." he glances down at you " when i said i appreciated it, i really did. i really do."

your heart thump, thump, thumps against your chest, you feel it hammer in your ear. your hand squeezes his and he squeezes a second time. you don't know what you can say, so you smile at him. it's late at night and tiredness has finally started kicking in now that the music fades further and further away, but you're so, so happy and you think he can see it too. his smile slightly dimmer but still there and it makes you feel so warm and loved despite the slight chill of the outside. you wish you could see him smiling like this all the time with all your heart. and you hope he'll like your gifts and all of a sudden your at the entrance of the dorms. you make your way to your room in comfortable silence. your hand getting slightly clammy in his when you finally reach your floor and make your way to your room.

"what did you wanna show me ?" bakugou asks, closing your door behind you. you sit down on your bed and pat the spot next to you. he questions it with a raise of his brow, but doesn't any further and sits down next to you. you inhale, and reach underneath your bed to grab the gift and hand it over to him. his eyes widen, he narrows his eyes at you when your lips curl into a bashful smile.

"yn."

"i know.."

"i told you not to get me anything, stupid." he utters breathlessly, placing his hand onto your head and noogieing you. you reach up to stop him with a whine.

"i knooow !" you moaned "but just open it, please ?" you give him your best puppy eyes. he scoffs but finally relents. grabbing the thin box from your hands. he shakes it softly and you make a noise, reaching for his wrists.

"katsuki !" you giggle "don't shake it !"

"m'just trynna hear what it is."

"then open it !"

finally, he opens his the box. his eyes widen and he places it down on the bed to get a better look at the book you'd made for him. you perk up nervously when he inspects it thoroughly, running his fingers over the stickers you'd stuck to the front.

"i-it's a recipe book, see ? i know you love to cook so i figured you could add all of your favorite recipes in it." he flips the book open while you explain away, skimming over the pages " you can detach the rings too, so if you wanna add pages you can—"

before you know it you're interrupted and practically slammed onto your bed, a pair of warm bulky arms incasing you into your boyfriends chest. you shriek, but it melts into a giggle when he kisses all around your cheeks and nose softly, causing a ticklish sensation and when he lands a particularly wet kiss against your eyelid you laugh.

after moving his recipe booklet to your nightstand to keep it intact, he places you further onto your bed to kiss you again, obnoxiously loud at that, and you try to kiss back to the best of your ability but constantly huffing through your nose and smiling. he leans up to give you a break from his love attack, only for you to be hit dead on with all the love in his eyes.

"i'm gonna assume you're happy with your gift.. ?" he rolls his eyes at your joke, nudging his nose with yours.

"yeah, happy doesn't even begin to cut it. thanks, babe." he simpers, his eyes are bright and you make sure to commit his expression to memory. he leans down again, promptly kissing you deeply, you let yourself get carried away by his love and affection, kissing him back passionately but you remember your last gift for him.

"mm, there's—" he hums, continuing his flurry of kisses "there's something taped—" one more kiss cuts you off "—on the last page of your book, suki." one last loud peck and he pulls away to stare at you incredulously, you never stop surprising him, do you ?

he quickly retrieves it from your nightstand, and if his eyes widened before they practically bulge out of their sockets at the little holographic card neatly taped in his book. he carefully removes the tape and lifts up the card, looks at you, and looks back at the card in shock causing you to giggle.

"i remember how bummed you were after your card got all messed up during the war, so..." you're heart squeezes at the horrific memories of what had happened those few years ago, and how upset your katsuki had been when the card he'd kept close to his heart since he was a kid ended up crumpled up and bloody. he still has it, hidden in a box under his bed, but he never got to bring it to all might to get it signed. so you decided to do it for him and after racing neighborhood kids to get as many packets as you could get your hands on and a few packet of cards, you'd finally pulled it. you knew what you needed to do and the bewildered look in his eye was most definitely worth it.

"holy fuck..holy shit." he insists "how did you even—i—what ??" you burst out laughing at his disbelief, he could be so cute when he wanted to be.

"i just asked mr. all might if he wanted to, and he happily agreed, by the way." you answer simply with a shrug. however your smile fades just a bit when his eyes turn glossy.

"hey.." you crooned. quickly he shoves his head into his shoulder, furiously wiping at his eyes. he sniffles and grabs your wrist. you think he's about to pull you towards him only for him to crash against your chest again. you let out a 'oof !' sound, chuckling breathlessly. you don't say a word as you feel his arms wrap around you tighter, his face and hands heating up against you and the collar of your shirt growing wet. you don't mind, running your fingers through his hair until he's ready to speak again.

"yer gonna be the end of me, woman." his voice is just a little scratchy and he clears his throat, you giggle.

"this..i know i'm not the best at all this emotional stuff but—m'real thankful y'know.." he rambles against your neck, you nod "mhm." you urge.

"a-an' this is honestly more than i could ever ask for. ever." he looks up just enough to make sure you see his slightly red eyes "this is the best gift ever given to me. you're the best gift ever given to me, and i dunno what i did to deserve you, but i'm definitely not taken it for granted" he half jokes. you feel your whole body heat up and your eyes burn just a bit at the sincerety of his words.

"i love you, katsu. s'the least i can do." you sniffle. he leans up to kiss you almost immediately. it's soft and sweet and so perfect. it's just passionate and slow enough where you can practically feel the love he's trying to give to you, you know what he's trying to tell you without him even having to speak, because you love him and he loves you.

"i love you." he responds against your lips, you love him and he loves you, and you kiss him again. you hope he can feel how much you love him and how happy you are he enjoyed himself at his surprise birthday party. you hope you can keep seeing him smile like he did tonight and enjoy himself and his cake every year. you hope you can try every single recipe he adds to his recipe book and see the way his eyes light up at his signed holographic all might card every single year.

bakugou pulls away to look at you with all the love in the world and he thinks that any birthday he has in the future will be more than perfect if he can have you by his side for as long as he lives, every year.

aaaand it's done !! tysm to @queenpiranhadon for allowing me to participate in this event, and the last day no less ! such an honor ! i advise you go read my other collab partners chaps to get the context for this one, so please go read their parts as well, cus theyre all so good and so adorable, i had sm fun writing this and i hope yall enjoy <3 happy birthday katsuki !!

taglist *if your name is pink i unfortunately couldn't tag you :(* : @gina239 @mystic60 @meowze4r @icedemon1314 @bigsimpo343 @ah-mya @wheezdostuff @berryvioo @seonne @slayfics @food8me @katsuisbaby @azzo0 @kieran-rhoades @xnorthstar3x @le000xxgrd @tr-mha-fan

day one: you make a birthday gift for katsuki ! - @zanarkandskylines

day two: you invite all of class 1-A to the party ! - @xbabyd0lli3x

day three: you and mitsuki go shopping for decorations ! - @angels-fantasy

day four: katsuki tries to figure out what you’re planning ! - @starieq

day five: you set up gym gamma for the party ! - @lowkeyremi

day six: you bake a cake for the party ! - @queenpiranhadon

day seven: you and your classmates surpise katsuki ! -@cashmoneyyysstuff

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 30

starring: rafe cameron x male reader x topper thornton x barry

request: rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

warnings: smut, cursing, pervy boys, ass eating, ass slapping, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex, face fucking, deep throating, foursome, jerking off, ass worship kinda

directors note: i know this is probably a little poopy but i've never written a foursome so im not surprised this didn't end up well

with your dad being a football coach and all it's no surprise he brings over players from time to time to either talk with them and their parents or just give them a little extra practice to heighten their sense but never before has he brought over these three douchebags, rafe topper, and barry, the self proclaimed playboys of the school and even sadder your dads star player.

you didn't expect your dad to bring them over but he did to your dismay, but why did you have to go down and say high to those ass hats anyway "y/n come on down and say hello to company" your dad yelled from downstairs making you annoyingly walk down the stairs, immediately seeing the smug faces of the three boys.

"hi, can i go now" you say annoyed by even their presence "now you know you can do better than that but fine you can go" he rolls his eyes at you before walking to the kitchen, the boys to distracted by you wobbly ass as you walk back to your room, their cock straining in their pants enough to burst the seams of it, but your dad quickly breaks them out of that trance and brings them to the backyard to practice some moves.

after that whole thing your dad makes everyone a delicious dinner and tonight you're dish duty, you thought it would be a simple and easy task until you felt rafe pass by and grope your ass a little, whipping around to confront the jerk just for him to already sitting down next to your dad on the couch watching the football game, next was topper who rubbed his bulge against your ass acting like he was just trying to squeeze by.

and even worse was barry who just straight up slapped your ass and walked past you, watching it jiggle as he grabbed a soda from the fridge and smirking at your face of shock, but once finally got done doing the dishes you just wanted to chill in your room for the rest of the night away from those pervs, that was until they knocked at your door "what do you want" you ask annoyed at their presence even more that it was late in the night "just wanna hang out" rafe says.

"can't you hang out with my dad" you retort "he's asleep so looks like you're stuck with us" rafe says pushing the door open and walking in, sitting on your bed meanwhile barry and topper stood by, you sat back down on the bed to amuse them and whatever they wanted with you "y'know with your dad sleeping and all we could do whatever we want" he lowly says in a sultry tone as his hand moves to rub your thigh, making you flinch a little as their plans become clear as day.

"how about not" you quip back moving his hand "aw c'mon i see the way you look at us when we're practicing, basically drooling for our cocks and with that fat ass we could both benefit" rafe tries one more time rubbing his hand further up your thigh, topper and barry in the background rubbing their bulges hoping to convince you more and after a little more thinking you agree and their off.

they immediately turn you over, ripping off your clothes and ogling at you bouncy ass, rafe going first and diving his face into your ass, tongue prodding at your hole as he expertly ate you out as his boys just jerked off to the sight, before long topper was in between your ass cheeks fucking his tongue into you, infatuated by the taste of you that when it was barrys turn he didn't wanna leave but barry forced him out the way and got his turn.

barry was more interested in your fat ass being engulfed in his face, it's like he was in his version of heaven, he didn't even care to eat you out, only laying kisses on the inside of your ass and some hickeys before rafe was back in between your ass, at this point you were trying your best to hold back any moans that tried to come out but when he pressed his tip into you it was no point in holding back.

his thrusts were rough and a little ragged making loud moans fall from your mouth "you sure you wanna keep being this loud with your dad just down the hall" rafe asks shoving to fingers in your mouth and barry coming in front of you to shove his cock into your throat, silencing your sweet but loud moans by fucking your mouth, topper takes your hand and puts it on his cock, you starting to jerk him off while all the boys groan and moan around you.

"fuck, country club you gotta try his mouth" barry groans firmly holding the back of your head to thrust into your mouth making you gag on his cock before he came down your throat, keeping his cock in your mouth to force you to swallow it all down, not even a couple of seconds later rafe cums in your hole, pushing it further in you with his pounding and topper cumming all over your face, jerking his hips into your hand, wanting more and more firction.

next it was like a merry go around, barry going to your hand, rafe going to your mouth, and topper going to your ass, by the end of the fucking you had multiple loads in your ass and could barely move, your jaw in agony from them face fucking you all night "you did a good job" rafe huffs pulling out of your ruined ass and grabbing his phone to video the cum pushing out of your ass and onto your thigh, little whimpers escaping your lips at the feeling "don't worry we'll be back this weekend" barry lifts your chin to sloppily kiss you.

with one last slap to your ass the boys put their clothes back on and walk out of the room leaving you fucked out and barely able to move but still able to take a shower and go to bed,waking up the next morning limping with a sore throat "hey bud, what's with the limp" your dad asks sipping some coffee from his mug "must've just pulled something while sleeping" you chuckle dryly drawing a snicker from the boys who were eating breakfast, those douchebags.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Loser strips with Arsenal part 1 of 2 18+

Y/n x Leah Williamson x Steph Catley x Katie McCabe x Alessia Russo x Lia Walti x Frida Maanum x Lotte Wubben-Moy x Beth Mead

Warning: Smut smut smut! Sexual tasks and sexual content!

Word count: 5.5k

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 3rd day of camp. We had the next two days off. I was the new girl on the team, I was hanging out in my room. I was scrolling through Netflix trying to figure out what to watch.

My phone goes off, I grab my phone and check it. I see that I got a new text massage from Leah.

Leah: Hey Y/n. Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?

Me: No I'm free all day, What's up?

Leah: I was gonna do a movie night with some of the girls. Me and Katie were gonna do it in our room. Did you wanna join us?

Me: Sure! I'm down for a movie night. What time should I come over.

Leah: Sweet. Let's shoot for 4pm. We can also do a late lunch/ early dinner.

Me: Okay, sounds good. See you guys at 4 pm.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. I look at the time, it was currently 2 pm. I grab new clothes and go into the bathroom, I shower and get cleaned up. Once I'm done in the shower I turn it off, I get dried off and get dressed.

I lay back in bed, I still had time to kill. I put on a random movie until 4 pm rolls around.

*Leah's pov*

I smirk, I turn off my phone and look over at Katie. "She's in."

Katie smirks. "Perfect, I'll tell the girls."

I smile and nod, little did Y/n know that we had a plan in mind. See we have a special tradition Y/n doesn't know about. We play a special game with the Rookie and give them a nice warm welcome.

Katie makes a group chat with her, me, Lotte, Lia, Alessia, Steph, Beth and Frida. I grab my phone and check it as it begins to blow up.

Katie: Y/n said yes. We are on with our plan, you know the rules. We are playing loser strips. Let's give Y/n a warm welcome. After the game you guys can stay in mine and Leah's for the night.

Steph: Yes Please!

Alessia: I've been waiting to play this with you.

Frida: There's a rumor going around that Y/n has a dick.

Beth: She does, I can 100% confirm that she does.

Lotte: Fuck I want to feel her inside me so bad.

Lia: Beth you are such a tease. Stop teasing us.

Beth: I'm just saying Frida mentioned the rumor. All I'll say is that she has amazing dick game.

Me: Alright girls that's enough, save it for the game.

Katie: She'll be here soon, we told her 4 pm. It's not 3:30, we'll see you guys soon.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. Me and Katie McCabe had originally started this tradition. When Katie first joined Arsenal I gave her the same welcoming. I strapped her and put her in her place after she tried proofing to me that she was a Dom.

Me and Katie welcomed both Alessia and Beth the same way. So on and so forth, All the girls on the team know that tradition because we've all done it with them. The only ones who didn't know about it are the coaches and trainers.

The girls come to our room at 3:50 pm. Now we are just waiting on Y/n to get here.

*Y/n's Pov*

3:50 pm rolls around. I put my shoes on, I grab my key card and phone. I turn off the tv and head to Leah's and Katie's room. It was now 3:55 pm, I know on the door. Leah opens the door, she smiles and lets me in.

I close the door behind me and lock it. The girls smile and greet me, I smile and greet them back. I take off my shoes and set them off to the side with the others. I notice Leah's ass and how good it looked in her shorts.

Leah turns to me, she sees me looking. She smirks and gives her ass a little shake. I bite my lip and check out her ass. The girls clear their throats and giggle, I blush darkly.

We order food to the room and eat our late lunch/ early dinner. We turn on tv and put on a random movie. I notice Leah look at the other girls, they smirk and nod at each other. Leah grabs the remote and turns off the tv.

"Do you guys want to play a game?" Katie asks.

We all agree. Beth, Frida and Lia giggle and whisper to each other. "So should we play this game Y/n? Girls you all want to play right?" Katie asks.

"Oh Yeah." They all say in sync.

I get a bit nervous and chuckle. "Um what game did you guys have in mind?" I ask.

"You know the game Loser strips?" Katie asks eyeing me a bit.

"N-No. what is it?" I ask stuttering a bit.

"Well we will all play the game whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing." Leah says explaining a bit.

Leah smirks as the others giggle. Katie players with her hair. "Come on Y/n it'll be fun." Katie says.

"You won't regret it." Alessia says.

"I don't know girls..... I thought we were doing a movie night." I say.

Steph and Lia were already staring at my crotch and undressing me with their eyes. I blush darkly and adjust my shorts as my bulge becomes visible and the girls notice it.

"Come on Y/n, it'll be fun." Lia says.

I sigh and weigh my options. "Okay, where do you guys want to play the game?" I ask.

"We can play on the floor and on the beds there's plenty of room to play." Katie says.

I nod. "Alessia how should we start?" Frida asks getting straight to the point.

Alessia smirks and looks at me. "Last one to touch Y/n bulge loses their shirt." Alessia says.

"Woah wait, are you girls sure about this?" I ask.

"Yes Y/n we are sure." They all say.

Katie smirks and reaches down and places her hand on my dick over my shorts. She bites her lip. "Mmm you sure are packing." Katie says.

I blush at her comment, Leah giggles and does the same thing getting a feel in. "Mmm fuck babe, you're huge." Leah says.

"T-Thanks." I say stuttering a bit.

Alessia pushes Lia out of the way and grabs my dick over my shorts, I moan. "Mmm if you fuck any of us daddy I want this dick first." She says.

I blush darkly and nod. "S-Sure, N-No promises."

Alessia giggles and kisses my cheek. Lotte was the next one to touch my dick over my shorts. "Mmm I wanna feel you deep inside me." Lotte says.

The girls continue to take turns rubbing and touching my bulge over my shorts. Steph grab my dick over my shorts then Lia, then Frida. Beth was the last one to touch my bulge over the shorts.

Lia looks at Beth and smirks. "Looks like you lost Mead. Lost that shirt."

Beth blushes, we whistle and cheer as Beth takes off her shirt and tosses it off to the side. "S-Shut up." Beth says stuttering and blushing darkly.

Beth your turn to pick the next task." Lia says.

Beth nods and looks around the room. She looks at Katie and smirks. "Last one to kiss Katie's v line loses their shorts." Beth says.

Katie smiles and blushes a bit. Katie lifts her shirt up a bit and lowers her shorts and panties exposing her V line. We all bite our lips and get on our knees and kneel in front of Katie.

Beth is the first one to kiss Katie's v line. Katie bites her lip and runs her fingers through Beth's hair, Katie quietly moans as Beth continues to kiss her v line. Next up is Leah, Leah decides to spice it up and sucks on her v line leaving hickys.

"Mmm fuck." Katie moans.

Leah smirks and kisses Katie's pussy over her shorts. Katie moans as Leah does this. Next up is Me, I kiss her v line and rub Katie's clothed pussy. Katie gasps and moans as I do this.

"Oh fuck..Fucking hell Y/n." Katie moans.

I suck on her v line adding more hickys. I lick her v line. I smirk against her skin, I continue to rub her clothed pussy. I smirk as I feel her juices through her shorts and on my fingers. I give her v line one last kiss.

Next up is Steph, then the Lotte, the Frida, the Lia, Alessia was the last one to kiss Katie's v line.

"Looks like you lost Alessia. Lose those shorts baby." Katie says.

Alessia blushes darkly as she takes her shorts off and tosses them off to the side. "Alessia your turn to pick the next task." Katie says.

Alessia nods and looks around the room. Alessia looks at Leah and smirks. "Last one to shove their face in Leah's tits loses their top and bra." Alessia says.

Katie smirks and taps my ass. "Doesn't that sound like fun Y/n? Why don't you go first and get those tits ready for us."

Leah smirks, she takes off her shirt and sports bra and sets them to the side and sits on the bed. Leah smirks and motions me over with her finger seductively, I bite my lip and walk over to her, I bite my lip. This didn't feel real this felt like a dream.

"Come on baby, shove your face in my tits." Leah says seductively.

I do as she says and shove my face in her tits Leah moans and throws her head back. "Mmm fuck Y/n." Leah moans.

I stop and kiss her boobs. Next up is Katie, Katie wastes no time and immediately doves in, Leah moans as Katie shoves her face in her tits.

"Mmm fuck." Leah moans in pleasure.

Next up is Alessia, then Steph, then Beth, the Lotte, then Frida. Lia was the last one to shove her face in Leah's tits.

"Lose that shirt and bra baby girl." Leah says.

Lia blushes darkly, she takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. We whistle and cheer Lia blushes darkly. "S-Shut up." Lia stutters.

I giggle. "Lia your turn to pick the next task." Leah says.

Lia nods and looks around the room. "Last two to spank Alessia's ass loses clothing of Alessia's choice." Lia says.

Alessia blushes darkly at the task. Leah smiles, she grabs Alessia and bends her over her leg. Katie giggles and holds me back. "Hey no fair. Let me go, this is cheating!" I say.

The girls take turns spanking Alessia's ass. Alessia moans as the girls take turns spanking her ass. Katie and I are the last ones to spank Alessia's ass.

Alessia smirks. "Looks like you two lost. Lose your shorts and shirt."

Katie and I smile, we take off our shirts and shorts and toss them off to the side. "Y/n how about you pick the next task." Katie says.

I nod and look around the room. I look at Beth and smirk. "Last one to slip their hand in Beth's shorts and panties and tease her clit loses their shorts." I say.

Beth blushes darkly as I say this. I wrap my arms around her and hold her from behind. I slip my hand in her shorts and panties and tease her folds with my fingers.

Beth moans as I do this and leans back against my touch. "Mmm fuck." Beth moans in pleasure.

I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her. Beth gasps and moans as I do this. I finger her for a couple of minutes then take my fingers out of her pussy.

I take my hand out of her shorts and panties. "Open your mouth slut." I say.

Beth does as I say and immediately opens her mouth. "Lick and suck your juices off my fingers slut." I say.

Beth licks and sucks my juices off her fingers. She moans as she tastes herself on my fingers. Next up is Alessia, I hold Beth from behind as Alessia slips her hand in Beth's shorts and panties and teases her clit.

"Fuck Lessi." Beth cutely moans.

I giggle and kiss her neck, next up is Steph, then Lia, then Lotte. Frida is the last one, Beth giggles. "Looks like you lost Frida. Lose them shorts baby." Beth says.

Frida blushes and takes off her shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Frida your turn to pick the next task." Beth says.

Frida nods, she looks at Alessia and smirks. "Last two to lick Alessia's clit loses their shorts and shirt." Frida says.

Alessia blushes a bit, she smirks and takes off her shirts and panties and lays on one of the beds. I go first, I lick her folds. Alessia gasps and moans and rubs her fingers through my hair as I lick her clit.

"Mmm fuck." Alessia moans.

I smirk and begin eating her out, Alessia gasps and moans as I do this. The girls giggle, I eat out Alessia for another 2 minutes then stop. Next up is Lia, Lia dives in and immediately lick Lessi's clit. Alessia moans, her legs shake in pleasure as Lia licks her clit.

Lia kisses her pussy and then stops. Next up is Frida, Alessia moans and slowly grinds against Frida's face as Frida licks her clit. Alessia moans and grips the sheets. "F-Fuck." Alessia moans. Frida smirks, she licks her clit one last time.

Next up is Beth, then Katie, and then Steph. Lotte and Leah are the last two to lick Alessia's clit. "You two lost. Go head and lose those shirts and shorts." Alessia pants out.

"Leah your turn to pick the next task baby." Alessia says.

Leah nods and thinks for a moment. "Last one to kiss my abs loses their shorts." Leah says.

Katie gets on her knees, Leah smirks and takes off her shirt. Katie is the first one to kiss Leah's abs. Then me, then Frida, then Alessia, then Beth, then Lia. Steph was the last one to kiss Leah's abs.

Leah smiles and makes out with Steph. Story is shocked at first but then starts kissing back. Leah slips off Steph's shirt and tosses it off to the side as they make out.

Leah breaks the kiss and smiles. "Your turn to pick the next task baby." Leah says.

Steph smiles and blushes, Steph thinks for a moment. "Last one to massage Beth's tits loses their shirt and bra." Steph says.

Beth smirks. "I'll make it even better for you guys." Beth says. She takes off her shirt and bra, we whistle and cheer as we check out her tits. Beth blushes and smirks.

I get hard and massage Beth's tits from behind. Beth moans as I massage her tits, Beth giggles. "Mmm you're really hard baby. You must really be enjoying this." Beth says.

Beth presses her ass against my dick and slowly grinds against me as I continue to massage her tits. "F-Fuck." I moan as Beth slowly grinds against my dick.

I moan and finish massaging her tits. next up is Leah, then Katie, then Steph, then Alessia, then Frida, Lia is the last one to massage Beth's tits.

Beth giggles. "Looks like you lost Walti. Lost that shirt and bra." Me and Beth say.

Lia blushes darkly and nods. Lia takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. "Your turn to pick the next task Walti." Beth says.

Lia nods. "Last two to rub my pussy over my panties loses 2 pieces of clothing of my choice." Lia says.

We agree, Lia takes off her shorts and sets them off to the side. Lia bits her lip and moans as Katie rubs her pussy over her panties.

"Mmm you're so wet love." Katie says.

Lia blushes. "S-Shut up." She cutely stutters.

Katie smirks as Lia's juices leak through her panties and onto her fingers. Next up is Leah, Leah smiles and swipes her finger up Lia's folds over her panties teasing her.

Lia gasps and moans as Leah does this. Next up is me, I smirk and kiss Lia and rub her clit and tease her folds over her panties. Lia moans in the kiss as I do this, I smile and break the kiss.

Next up is Beth, then Lotte. Steph and Frida were the last two to run Lia's clit over her panties.

Lia smirks. She looks at Frida and Steph. "Frida lose your shirt and bra." Lia says.

Frida blushes she takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. Lia looks at Steph and smirks. "Steph lose your bra and shorts." Lia says.

Steph blushes darkly and takes off her bra and shorts. She was only in her panties now. Both Frida and Steph were only in their panties now.

"Steph pick the next task babe." Lia says.

"Last two to eat out Lotte loses a piece of clothing of Lottie's choice." Steph says.

Lotte giggles, she takes off her shorts and panties and lays on the bed and gets on all fours. I go first, I move behind Lotte on the bed I spread her ass cheeks and immediately start eating her out from behind. Lotte gasps and moans and grips the sheets as I continue to eat her out from behind.

"Oh f-fuck." Lotte moans. She pushes her ass back against my face as I continue to eat her out from behind. I smirk, I lick her ass hole and folds and kiss her folds and stop.

Next up is Steph. Lotte moans loudly in pleasure as Steph immediately dives in and starts going to town on Lottie's pussy. Next up is Katie, Katie slips in a finger and slowly fingers her ass as she eats her out.

Next up is Alessia, then Lia, then Frida. Leah and Beth were the last two to eat out Lotte. Lotte puts her panties back on. Lotte looks at Beth and Leah and smirks. "Leah lose your bra." Lotte says.

Leah smirks, she slips off her bra and tosses it off to the side. Lotte looks at Beth and smirks. "Beth takes off your shorts."

Beth slips off her shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Good girls." Lotte says. Beth and Leah blush and smirk.

"Leah pick the next task baby girl." Lotte says.

"Last one to eat Frida's ass loses their bra and panties or other two pieces of clothing of Frida's choice." Leah says.

I smirk and chime in. "First girl to lose all their clothes gets eaten out by 2 girls of their choice and gets fucked by me." I say. They giggle and nod.

Frida takes off her panties, she gets on the bed and gets on all fours. Leah is the first in to dive in and eat out Frida's ass. Next up is Lotte, then Beth, then Katie, then Steph, then me, then Alessia, Lia is the last one to eat Frida's ass.

"Lia you still got too many clothes." Frida says putting her panties back on. "Lose your shirt and shorts."

Lia blushes darkly and bites her lip, she takes off her shirt and shorts and tosses them off to the side. "Lia pick the next task babe." Friday says.

Lia nods. "Last one to ride Katie's strap on loses a piece of clothing of Katie's choice." Lia says.

Katie smirks she takes off her panties and slips on her 11 inch strap on. She lines it up and lays down on the bed, Leah straddles Katie's lap she pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on it taking all 11 inches deep inside her. Leah moans in pleasure, she takes a moment to adjust to the size.

Leah moans and slowly slides up and down on Katie's strap. Kate bites her lip and watches as Leah slowly slides up and down on her 11 inch dildo. Leah moans and rides Katie's strap for 3 minutes and then gets off.

Next up is Frida, Frida moans loudly in pleasure as she rides Katie's strap on after 3 minutes and then gets off. Next up is Lia, I smirk and watch as they take turns riding Katie's strap on next up is Steph, then Beth, Then Lotte.

Katie looks at me and smirks. "Ride my strap baby."

I blush darkly, I straddle her lap. I put the tip in my ass and slowly sink down on the rubber dick. I moan in pleasure as I slowly slide up and down on Katie's dildo, my dick was throbbing.

Katie places her hands on my hips and helps me slide up and down on her dildo. I moan in pleasure, I ride her dildo for 3 minutes and then slowly slide off.

Alessia was the last one to ride Katie's dildo. Katie smirks. "Lose that shirt baby." Katie says.

Alessia blushes a bit. She takes off her shirt and tosses it off to the side. I smile and wrap my arms around Alessia's waist and hold her from behind. I smile and kiss her neck and shoulder and shoulder.

Alessia smiles and leans back against me. She smiles and quietly moans as I kiss her neck. "Mmm you're so beautiful." I say.

Alessia smiles. "Thank you love, so are you." Alessia says.

I hold her from behind and kiss her shoulder. "Your turn to pick the next task babe." I say.

Alessia nods and looks around the room. "Last one to grind and get off on Lia's thigh loses their underwear or bra. Lia's choice." Alessia says.

Lia smirks. She takes off her panties and sets them off to the side and sits on the bed. “Do you guys keep your panties and boxers on? Or are you guys taking them off?" Lia asks.

Alessia smirks. "Take them off."

We blush and take off our panties and boxers. Alessia sits on Lia's leg. Lia smirks as she feels Lessi's juices on her thigh. Alessia bites her lip and slowly grinds against Lia's thigh and moans in pleasure. Lia bites her lip.

"Mm fuck baby. You're soaking wet." Lia says.

"S-Shut up." Alessia cutely stutters she moans and grinds against Lia's leg faster.

"There you go baby cum, cum all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

Alessia moans and grinds against Lia's thigh faster. "Mmm fuck, I'm close." Alessia moans she roughly massages her tits and continues to grind against Lia's thigh.

"Let go slut. Let go and cum all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

Alessia moans and continues to grind against Lia's thigh. After 5 more minutes Alessia moans loudly in pleasure, she and throws her head back and cums on Lia's thigh.

Lia smirks. "Good girl."

Alessia blushes and smiles, next up Is Steph. Steph moans as she slowly grinds Lia's thigh. Steph bites her lip and massages her tits. Katie had basically edged all of us with her strap so that's why all the girls are cumming within 5 minutes.

Lia smirks and bites her lip as she watches Steph grinds against her thigh. Steph massages her tits and grinds against Lia's thigh faster.

"G-Gah fuck feels so good." Steph moans.

Lia smiles. "Good girl, mmm you look so sexy grinding against my though." Lia says seductively.

After 5 more minutes Steph moans loudly in pleasure. "F-Fuck." Steph shouts in pleasure as she cums all over Lia's thigh.

Next up is Katie, then Beth, then Lotte, then Frida. I go next, I sit on Lia's thigh. Lia giggles. "Fuck baby, you're huge." Lia says.

"T-Thanks." I stutter.

Lia smirks, she bites her lip and watches me grind against her thigh. The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch me grind against Lia's thigh.

I moan and massage my tits roughly as I continue to grind against her thigh. Fuck I was throbbing and really needed a release. Lia smirks and bites her lip as my precum leaks out and drips onto her thigh.

"Cum daddy, bust your load all over my thigh." Lia says seductively.

I moan, I massage my tits and grinds against her thigh faster. I moan as I feel that familiar feeling in my balls. "Mmmm fuck, I'm close." I moan in pleasure after 5 more minutes I can't take it anymore.

I moan and cum like crazy. Cum spurts on Lia's thigh, cum shoots onto her abs, on her folds, and on her inner thigh. I moan as cum continues to ooze and spurt out. Lia bites her lip and giggles.

"That's it baby, let it out." Lia says.

I moan and come down from my high, the last of my cum oozing on Lia's thighs and on her folds and on the sheets. I moan, Lia smiles and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back, I get off her thigh, Lia smirks and looks at Leah,

"Lose those panties baby." Lia says.

Leah blushes, she takes her panties off and tosses them off to the side. I look at Leah and smirk. "I meant what I said. The first one naked is gonna get eaten out by two girls of their choice and then fucked and Creampied by me." I say.

Leah blushes darkly. "C-Can I request Alessia and Katie to eat me out and have you fuck me and fill me up with your cum afterwards?" Leah cutely asks getting shy.

I smile and nod. "Of course."

Leah smiles and nods, she lays back on the bed and spreads her legs a bit. Alessia and Katie smirk and join Leah on the bed and lay between her legs.

*Leah's Pov*

I bite my lip as Katie and Alessia join me on the bed. I bite my lip and spread my legs giving them full access to my pussy. I moan and run my finger through Alessia's hair and grips the sheets as she kisses and sucks on my inner thighs and leaving hickys.

I moan and gasp as Katie spits on my pussy. Both her and Alessia begin licking my folds and eating me out. I moan loudly in pleasure, they look up and lock eyes with me as they eat me out.

"Mmmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Alessia and Katie continue to eat me out. Katie slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out.

*Katie's Pov*

I slip in a finger and slowly finger Leah as me and Alessia eat her out. I feel Leah's legs slightly wrap around us. Leah's moans growing louder, I watch as her stomach begins to clench and flex at each movement of mine and Alessia's tongue, her chest rises and falls rapidly.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure. Leah shouts mine and Alessia's name. Leah breaks eye contact and throws her head back, her mouth wide open one fist gripping the sheets and the other fist gripping my hair. Leah cums all over mine and Lessi's face,

We let her use our mouths as she works through her orgasm and comes down from her high. Leah's legs shake in pleasure as we help her ride out her high.

Alessia and I lick and clean up her sticky mess, I slowly pull my fingers out of her, I lick and suck her juices off my fingers. Leah bites her lip and moans as she watched me lick and suck her juices off my fingers.

*Y/n's pov*

I smirk. "Alright ladies, thank you for getting her pussy ready for me." I say.

They blush and giggle. "You're welcome daddy." They both say.

I smile and kiss them both. They smile against my lips and kiss back. I smirk and tap their asses, they giggle and sit back down. I take off my shorts, shirt and boxers.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. Leah blushes darkly and checks out my dick. "Fuck daddy you're huge." Leah says.

The girls bite their lips as they also check out my length. I giggle and blush a bit at her comment. "Thank you baby girl." I say.

I look at Leah and smirk. "Get on all fours baby girl."

Leah blushes and smiles she does as I say and get on all fours. I join her on the bed and get behind her. "I'm gonna do you one better baby."

"Okay daddy." Leah says.

I grab her and lay back in reverse cowgirl. Her back was to my tits, I spread her legs a bit with mine. I tease her folds with my tip.

"Y-Y/n...Don't tease just put it in. Please baby I need you." Leah says begging.

I smirk and slowly slip my dick inside her. We both moan as she takes me deep inside her, I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

"Mmm so tight and warm." I moan.

Leah giggles. "Tell me when to move baby." I say.

Leah nods and takes a moment to adjust to my size. She moans and leans back against me. "M-Move." She's says.

I place my hands in her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy. "Mmm fuck, right there ugh just like that." Leah moans.

I moan and thrust up onto her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so wet and warm.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I their up into her faster and harder. Leah screams in pleasure and grips the sheets. I make her look at me and make out with her, we both moan as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, and rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so too. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. We don't stop until you bust your massive load inside me." Leah moans.

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want my cum deep inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Yes give it to me. Give it to me. I've been such a good girl." Leah says.

We both moan as I thrust into her faster and harder. "Fuck I'm going to squirt." Leah screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Leah moans and shudders as I do this. Leah moans in pleasure and squirts, I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She moans and squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan as I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Leah baby, I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop, don't stop." Leah moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit, with my thumb at a slightly fast pace.

My breathing gets heavier letting Leah know what i was close to cumming.

"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Leah moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

*Leah's 1st Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her pussy. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into her. I help Leah ride out her high, I slowly thrust up into her the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds, and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full with our cum inside me." Leah moans.

I smirk and kiss her one more time. "Let's continue playing the game." I say.

Leah smiles and nods, the girls giggle and agree. The girls were touching themselves as they watched me fuck Leah and fill her up with my seed.

We sit back down and continue playing the game. "Leah pick the next task baby." I say.

Leah nods and looks around the room. Leah looks at Steph and smirks. "Last one to strap Steph loses their panties or boxers and bra." Leah says.

To be continued in part 2!

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

✧ in which you are a college student, struggling with mathematics, but your brother's best friend heeseung is willing to help

brother’s best friend!heeseung x fem!reader

genre: brother's best friend, fluff but not teeth-rotting sweet

warnings: nicknames (princess), kissing/making out, (maybe a tiny little bit suggestive?)

word count: 2.6k

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you were sitting on your desk, struggling with a maths project for what felt like an eternity. when you checked the time and saw it was already past 10pm, you realized you wouldn’t finish until the next day if you kept going in this slow pace. with a sigh, you stood up and made your way to your brother’s room. you knocked, but opened the door without even waiting for his response. “jay, didn’t you say that one friend of yours is good at math-“, you started but stopped yourself as you saw him sitting on his bed with a guy, playing video games, “oh um… sorry”.

both of them turned their heads towards the door. “at maths? i guess i’m that friend of his”, the guy next to jay said and chuckled. “yeah, heeseung”, jay nodded in approval. “why?”

you looked at your brothers’ friend for some seconds, studying his face with its handsome features and his well-formed lips that curved into a little smile. jay cleared his throat, getting your attention and snapping you back to reality. “um it’s just that i don’t understand my tasks and i’ve been trying for over two hours now”, you said, sulking. heeseung put the controller down on the bed and stood up “show me, i’m sure i can help you”. before he could walk towards you, jay grabbed his wrist and pulled him back “sit your ass back down, bro”, he said harshly. “ain’t no way you’re going to my sister’s room”, he glared at him for a second before turning to you “bring your stuff and let him explain here”. you were a bit confused by his action, but you just wanted to finish your work, so you shrugged it off and did as he told you.

you sat on the floor with heeseung, and he started explaining. jay was scrolling on his phone, but still kept an eye on you two. “did you get it?”, heeseung asked finally. “i think so”, you replied. “okay, try the next exercise.” you nodded and started solving it with no problems or mistakes. heeseung watched you doing the task and started smiling to himself when you solved it effortlessly. “aye, see, you understood”, he said proudly and patted your head. again, jay cleared his throat which caused heeseung to pull his hand back and you swore you could see him rolling his eyes in slight annoyance.

“now that you’re done, you can go back”, your brother said to you in a serious tone. you looked at him, confused why he seemed so mad. “good night”, he added and titled his head towards the door, insisting on you to leave. you rolled your eyes and stood up. “good night. thank you, hee.” you gave him a quick smile and went to the door. heeseung raised an eyebrow and suppressed a grin at the nickname you gave him. just as you were about to leave the room, you heard him reply, “good night, y/n”. you smiled to yourself, closed the door and went back to your room to sleep.

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the next day, you came back home from college, entering with a bright smile planted on your face. “hey, y/n, how was your day?” your brother asked, coming out of the kitchen when he heard the front door open and close. he looked at you and chuckled when he saw you smiling ear to ear. “what got you smiling like that, sunshine?”

you walked past him, took out a paper and slammed it on the kitchen table, “i got an a”, you announced with a proud smile. “on my maths task!”, you added, pointing to the 'A' that was written with a red pen on the top right corner of the paper. jay looked at the paper and then at you, raising an eyebrow. “my sister got an a in maths? unbelievable” he laughed, which made you punch his arm softly.  “it’s the one heeseung helped me with”, you said, smiling a little when the proud smile on heeseung's face and the head pat he had given you came back to your mind.

“you know, i have an exam coming up in two weeks, i was thinking maybe he could help me studying?”, you suggested. you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize your brothers’ cheerful expression changing into a rather serious glare, until you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him.

“no, he cannot”, he said blankly, the tone of his voice leaving no room for arguments. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at your brothers’ reaction. “what’s your problem with him? like, isn’t he your best friend? why are you so mad?” you asked, looking at your brother, who still held the same annoyed expression. “yeah, he is. and that’s why i know best that he’s not to be trusted with girls. especially not my younger sister”, he mumbled back, which made you giggle. “aw, my brother is worried”, you teased him, squeezing his cheek between your thumb and index finger. jay softly smacked your hand away from his face and opened his mouth to oppose, but you spoke up first, interrupting him before he could even start.

“nothing’s gonna happen, jay. it's just studying. i want to pass my exam and i can take care of myself. i won’t fall for him, don’t worry”, you tried to calm him down. “plus, he’s your friend, i’m sure you already told him to keep his hands off me like you did with everyone else”, you added sarcastically. jay let out a big sigh and finally gave in. “fine. but you’re studying here and only when i’m home too. and you keep your door open.”

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after jay had agreed to ask heeseung for help, you scheduled to meet up at your place the next afternoon. you came home and changed to comfortable clothes. just as you finished, you heard the doorbell and made your way downstairs, only to see jay had already opened and let heeseung in. you greeted him and looked at jay, sort of to get his approval to go to your room. he nodded but reminded you “remember what i said. door stays open”. this time, you nodded. heeseung followed you to your room and released an amused chuckle when you two were far enough for jay to hear. “someone’s worried about what we’ll do, i see.”

what we’ll do. what we’ll do? just studying, no?

heeseung looked around your room until you signaled him to sit down on your desk next to you. “so”, he started as he sat down, “tell me, what didn’t you understand?” you showed him the topics and he started explaining them to you slowly, always making sure you were still with him and asking if you understood from time to time. you sat there, nodding at every point he made and tried solving the problem your textbook proposed afterwards. you were leaning down closer to the paper, fully concentrated on the exercise, not noticing heeseung also leaned down a little, keeping his face next to yours. the difference was that he was not looking at what you were writing, but at your face; your eyebrows slightly furrowed and your lips parted a little as you were writing down the answer. once you finished, you wanted to raise your head to look at him, only to notice how close his face was to yours. your eyes widened in surprise, but you did not move away. instead, you kept looking at him, holding your breath. you swore you could see his eyes moving from yours down to your lips and up again. but before you could waste another thought on what was happening, heeseung sat up straight and quickly pulled the piece of paper from under your hands. you blinked, a little taken aback, and sat back up again while heeseung was reading through your answer. “look here”, he said, pointing at the paper, “you have to do it differently”. he took the pen you were still holding out of your hand, brushing your fingers softly with his own, and corrected the answer. while he was explaining the correct way again, you did not really pay attention to his words but focused solely on him instead. how his lips, looking oh so soft, moved with every word he spoke, his jawline, his pointy nose and most importantly, his bambi eyes that had the prettiest shade of brown you had ever seen. you felt as if you were falling, as if you were getting lost in the brown of his eyes that were now looking back at you.

“are you listening?” his words snapped you back to the present. “your attention is elsewhere, y/n, did you realize you were staring?”, he asked teasingly, an almost arrogant grin planted on his lips. you quickly looked down as you felt heat shoot to your cheeks, making heeseung chuckle before he started explaining again.

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the following days, heeseung and you met regularly in the afternoons. you would go straight to your room to study, sometimes until the sun started to set outside. heeseung would do his best to help you with whatever it was that you didn’t understand, taking his time to explain everything to you and staying patient when you needed to hear something for a second or even a third time. you had to admit that sometimes the only reason he had to repeat himself was because you were just not paying attention to his explanations. especially when his hand touched yours accidentally or whenever he scooted closer to you, his knees touching yours under the desk. you couldn’t help but notice him looking down at your lips from time to time, or his eyes looking you up and down whenever you opened the door for him. or did you misunderstand because that’s what you hoped he would do? did you even hope that? he was just helping you with your studies. and he was your brothers’ best friend after all.

it was the day before the exam, which meant the last day you would have to study. you were happy you could spend the following afternoons not tied to your desk. but you were sad cause that also meant no more time with heeseung. again, you opened the door when you heard the bell, revealing the tall, silver-blonde haired boy. you couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your lips when you saw him. you stepped aside, making space for him to enter, which he did.

the two of you went to your room and routinely sat down on your desk. heeseung pulled out a bottle from his backpack and placed it in front of you on your desk. “you were always drinking this tea when we were studying, so i stopped by the store and got it for you”, he said with a soft voice. you smiled brightly at him, mouthing a shy 'thank you' before opening the bottle and immediately taking a sip. heeseung couldn’t help but smile at your reaction. in fact, he felt his heartbeat picking up its pace, which left him confused. yes, you were pretty. especially the smile on your plump lips was so pretty to him, and he had to admit he had thought about what it would be like to feel your lips on his own. but there were many girls with pretty lips, right? and many that he had kissed, too. he wasn’t new to the feeling of his heartbeat rising, but it was usually when he got intimate with one of his girls – definitely not just by seeing them smile. he shoved his confused thoughts aside and forced his focus back to the algebra problem in front of you.

for a reason heeseung didn’t understand himself, he couldn’t stop looking at you instead of the books and papers on your desk, his breath becoming flatter and his hands somewhat sweaty. he didn’t know why or how; he only knew what he wanted. and it was you. it was not like you didn’t notice. in fact, you did. but you tried to ignore his gaze that you felt on your body as if it was piercing right through it. you felt waves of heat rushing through your body, your own focus drifting off more and more, the longer the boy next to you kept his eyes on you.

suddenly, you stood up, releasing the breath you had been holding with an “i’ll be right back”, which came out rather as a whisper. intending to go to the bathroom to splash some cool water in your face, you turned on your heels to leave the room, until you felt a strong grip around your wrist. you stopped and turned back around, looking down to heeseung who was still sitting in his chair, his hand wrapped around your wrist tightly as he looked up at you. he didn’t know what he was thinking, if he was thinking even, when he pulled you closer, released your wrist and instead brought both his hands to your waist, pulling you down on his lap – carefully but determined. even if you wanted to protest or stand up, his hands held you in place, just tight enough to not hurt you. he kept his eyes locked with yours as he wetted his dry lips with his tongue, before bringing one of his hands up to your neck, pushing your face a bit forward, a bit closer to his own. you felt as if your heart would jump out of your chest as his hot breath hit your lips. “may i?” you just nodded in trance at his question.

the next thing you felt were his soft lips on yours. they felt even better than you had imagined. as if they were made just to kiss you. the two of you slowly started moving your lips in sync, sending shivers down your spine while you brought your hands up to his cheeks, cupping his face carefully. you felt the hand on your neck push you even closer to him as his tongue carefully touched your bottom lip, to which you slightly parted your lips, granting him access. the kiss you shared started growing more passionate – hungrier – when suddenly your brother’s words echoed in the back of your head. i know best that he’s not to be trusted with girls. especially not my younger sister.

they caused you to pull away from the lips you had been wanting to kiss so bad, lowering your hands from his face down to rest them on your legs. your lips were left cold without his when the room’s cool air hit them. not exactly knowing how to feel about what had just happened, how to feel about what your brother had said or what he had even meant by it, you looked down to your legs that were placed on each side of heeseung’s lap.

heeseung blinked at your sudden action, guilt starting to creep up on him as he realized what he had done. “i’m sorry, y/n, i shouldn’t have done that, i -…”, he stopped his own words, not really knowing what he wanted to say to begin with.

you shook your head. “it’s just that...”, you started, but didn’t really know how to go on, not wanting to tell him what your brother had said about him.

instead, you named the best excuse that your mind could come up with.

“...jay”

your reply changed heeseung’s worried expression into a grin. “don’t worry, princess, he’s probably taking a nap. he doesn’t have to find out”, he said, not even leaving you enough time to react to the name he had just called you, as he brought his hand from your neck to your chin, lifting your head up and pulling your face closer until his lips touched yours for another time.

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Hai its-avalon-08,

I had an idea for a Logan Sergeant fic.

Can you do a Logan Sergeant x fem reader story; where Logan is invited to play a videogame with some of the rest of the grit. But he just started playing the game, and the rest of the group has played the game for some time and have really high level characters. So Logan feels a bit useless. So in the summer break he gets to know reader, maybe she see him struggling with is in a cafe or something. Not knowing she is really good at that game. And she helps him to level him up. And after the summer break the group play again and find out about Logans improvement. So Logan invites reader and they can believe how Logan gets help from a famous gamer.

If you can make it all platonic or Logan and reader getting a relationship is up to you.

And for the group members of the other drivers is up to you too.

level up (ls2)

✦ pairing - logan sargeant x female!reader

✦ genre - self doubt, fluff, logan being cute

The sun shone bright over the summer streets, bathing everything in a warm golden hue as Logan Sargeant sat hunched in a small corner of a cozy café. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers tapping furiously at the screen. He wasn’t scrolling through social media or checking emails — no, Logan was fighting a battle. A virtual one. And one he was miserably losing.

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, letting his phone fall on the table in defeat. He didn’t know why he had agreed to play Legends Unleashed, the new game that had taken the Formula 1 grid by storm. It was a role-playing game where the drivers were tasked with taking on mythical quests, battling monsters, and leveling up their characters. The only problem was, Logan had just started playing. The rest of the grid, seasoned veterans by now, had characters with insane stats, fancy armor, and rare weapons. Meanwhile, Logan’s character — a low-level knight with a rusty sword — was stuck losing to even the weakest enemies.

He could still hear the teasing from the last game night echoing in his head.

“Logan, mate, that was rough,” Charles Leclerc had laughed, his voice crackling through the headset.

“Did you even hit the boss once?” Lando Norris had chimed in.

It wasn’t malicious. Logan knew that. It was all in good fun, but it stung nonetheless. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of his depth — not on the track and certainly not in a video game. But this game had turned out to be a much bigger challenge than expected. And now, with the summer break in full swing, Logan found himself with no races to distract him from his embarrassing performance.

As he took a sip of his coffee, he glanced around the café, hoping to clear his mind. His gaze flickered over the familiar faces of regulars and tourists enjoying their day, but it eventually settled on a girl sitting a few tables away. She had her laptop open and was intently focused, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she clicked and typed with ease. Something about her caught his attention — maybe it was the determination in her expression or the way she seemed completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.

Logan frowned, noticing the game she had minimized on her screen before returning to her work. His eyes widened slightly. Was that… Legends Unleashed?

He shook his head. It was probably just a coincidence. Tons of people were playing that game now. It didn’t mean she was some kind of expert. But then again, she didn’t have the look of someone who was just casually playing. Her focus was too intense, her movements too precise. Could she be good at it?

Before he could stop himself, Logan’s curiosity got the better of him. He stood up, gathering his things, and made his way over to her table. Clearing his throat, he caught her attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he began, a little unsure. “I couldn’t help but notice… are you playing Legends Unleashed?”

Y/N looked up from her laptop, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I am. You play?”

Logan scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. “Uh, I’ve tried. Let’s just say I’m not exactly good at it.”

Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Not good? It’s a tricky game, I get that. How long have you been playing?”

“A couple of weeks,” Logan admitted with a rueful smile. “But it’s hard to keep up. My friends are way ahead of me.”

Y/N tilted her head, intrigued. “Well, it sounds like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. But don’t worry. With some help, you can get there.”

Logan chuckled. “I think I need a lot more than some help. The last time I played, I was more of a liability than anything else.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers thoughtfully. “Tell you what — if you’re serious about getting better, I can help you. I’ve been playing for a while.”

Logan’s eyes lit up, his surprise evident. “Really? You’d help me?”

She nodded. “Sure. Everyone starts somewhere, and it’s more fun when you can hold your own. Plus, I kind of enjoy teaching people.”

Logan couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe this summer break wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As Y/N closed her laptop and got up, offering him a knowing smile, Logan felt a strange sense of relief. Little did he know, this café encounter would be the start of his comeback — and that Y/N was far more than just a casual gamer.

But for now, all Logan could focus on was the unexpected offer of help, completely unaware of the storm he and Y/N would stir up when the rest of the grid found out.

The summer break had just begun, and Logan Sargeant was about to level up — in more ways than one.

time skip

The sun had long set, casting the city in a soft, peaceful glow. Logan lay sprawled out on his couch, his laptop balanced on his knees and his headset firmly in place. The flickering lights from his game illuminated the dark room as the familiar sounds of Legends Unleashed filled the air.

“Okay, Logan, you need to time the dodge right after the first attack,” Y/N’s voice instructed through the headset, her tone both patient and teasing. “You’re still getting hit because you’re hesitating.”

Logan rolled his eyes, his character taking yet another hit. “I swear I’m dodging, Y/N! This boss is just ridiculous.”

On the other end of the call, Y/N’s laughter rang out, soft and infectious. “You’re dodging too late. Watch the movement of the arm, not the weapon.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—spending hours gaming together, their late-night calls becoming routine. What started as simple game tutorials had turned into something much more. There were moments when they’d be in the middle of a game, only for Logan to get distracted by her voice or the way she’d make light of his constant failures. He often found himself zoning out, just watching her on the tiny screen where they video chatted while playing.

Like right now.

Y/N’s voice became background noise as Logan’s eyes drifted to her face, illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. She was sitting in what appeared to be her room, comfortably propped up against pillows, her hair loosely tied back. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her explain the intricacies of the boss battle. She was so animated, so passionate. The way her eyes lit up when she spoke about strategies and the small laugh she had whenever he missed something obvious was quickly becoming one of his favorite things.

“Logan? Logan!” Y/N’s voice broke through his daze, and Logan blinked, snapping back to the game.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry,” he muttered, feeling his face heat up slightly as he realized he had completely zoned out.

Y/N chuckled, clearly amused. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Uh, yeah… definitely,” Logan lied, hoping she didn’t notice. But the knowing smirk on her face told him otherwise.

“You were staring at the screen again, weren’t you?” she teased, leaning closer to her camera. “I swear, you zone out so much I’m starting to think you enjoy losing.”

Logan laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m just strategizing, ever think of that?”

“Strategizing by staring at my face? Interesting approach,” she quipped, her smile widening.

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at her playful tone. They’d developed this rhythm — this back-and-forth banter that felt effortless. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until now. It was like he’d found a new kind of comfort, one that wasn’t just about learning the game. Y/N had quickly become someone he looked forward to spending time with. Their conversations had gone from strictly game-related to late-night talks about life, racing, and random things that made them laugh.

"Okay, okay, maybe I was zoning out," Logan admitted with a grin. "But you make it hard to concentrate sometimes. You get so into it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? Is that a compliment or an excuse for why you're still losing to a level 30 boss?"

Logan chuckled, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Probably both."

There was a moment of silence between them as they both focused on the game again. But Logan couldn't shake the growing realization that his feelings toward Y/N were changing. The more time they spent together, the more he found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised him. She was funny, smart, and effortlessly cool in a way that made him feel completely at ease.

He didn’t just look forward to the gaming anymore. He looked forward to her — to the way they’d laugh until the early hours of the morning, or how she’d tell him stories about random things that happened during her day, or how she'd make even the most mundane game tasks feel like an adventure.

"Alright, we’ve been at this for a while," Y/N finally said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think you’ve earned a break from getting your butt kicked."

Logan sighed in mock relief. "Thank God. I was starting to think I’d never get past this boss."

"You will," Y/N assured him with a soft smile. "You’re getting better, you know. Much better."

Logan’s eyes flickered to her again. Her tone was so genuine, and the way she smiled made something in his chest tighten. He knew she meant it, and for some reason, her words felt like more than just praise for his in-game performance.

"Thanks," Logan said quietly, his gaze lingering on her. "You’ve been a great teacher."

Y/N shrugged, brushing off the compliment like it was nothing, but there was a hint of pride in her expression. "Well, you’re a pretty good student."

They both fell silent again, but this time it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt comfortable, almost intimate, as if they’d said everything they needed to without words.

"Same time tomorrow?" Y/N asked, breaking the moment, her tone casual.

Logan smiled, his heart racing a little at the thought of another night like this. "Yeah. Same time tomorrow."

As they both logged off for the night, Logan lay back on his couch, staring at the ceiling. He should’ve been focused on his upcoming race or how much he still needed to improve in the game. But all he could think about was Y/N — and the way she made everything feel a little bit better, a little more exciting.

And as much as he loved the game, it was those late-night calls, those small moments of goofing around with her, that had him looking forward to tomorrow the most.

Logan was leveling up, sure. But it wasn’t just in the game anymore.

time skip

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon as Logan anxiously glanced at his phone. The night had finally arrived — a game night with the rest of the grid. But this time, there was something different. This time, he had a secret weapon.

"Everything okay?" Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She stood beside him in his living room, looking far too calm for what Logan was feeling.

"Yeah, yeah," Logan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I’m just… nervous."

Y/N tilted her head, amused. "Nervous about what? You’ve been doing great lately."

"Not about the game," Logan clarified, shaking his head. "It’s just… I invited the rest of the grid over, and I didn’t tell them about you. You know, that you’ve been helping me." He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I kinda want to surprise them."

Y/N chuckled. "You mean, you want to wipe the floor with them."

Logan grinned. "Maybe."

There was a knock at the door, and Logan’s nerves kicked into high gear. "They’re here."

He opened the door to find Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and George Russell standing outside, each carrying a different bag of snacks and drinks.

"Look who decided to finally host!" Lando announced, patting Logan on the back as they walked inside. "What’s the occasion? Felt bad for getting wrecked last time?"

Logan rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind them. "Something like that."

The guys walked into the living room, exchanging pleasantries with Y/N, not knowing just how involved she was in what was about to go down.

"So, Logan," Charles began, already sinking into the couch. "You ready to lose again, or did you actually practice this time?"

Logan shot him a confident look. "You’ll see."

"Well, I’m excited to see this ‘progress’ you keep talking about," George teased. "Last time, I thought I was watching a training video on how not to play."

"Ha ha, very funny," Logan replied, rolling his eyes. "Just wait."

As they all gathered around, setting up the gaming consoles, Logan couldn’t help but notice how cool Y/N was acting. If she was nervous, she didn’t show it. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the pre-game banter, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching the guys with an amused smirk.

"Alright, let’s do this," Lando said, rubbing his hands together. "Logan, you’re gonna need a miracle to get through this one."

Logan exchanged a look with Y/N, who gave him a subtle wink before they all logged into Legends Unleashed.

The game kicked off, and almost immediately, the rest of the grid noticed something was different. Logan wasn’t the weak link anymore. In fact, he was holding his own — dodging attacks, landing perfect hits, and strategizing like a seasoned pro.

"Wait a minute," George said, his voice full of disbelief. "How the hell are you doing that, Logan?"

"Yeah," Charles added, his tone equally shocked. "Since when do you know how to time your moves like that?"

Logan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, you know… just practiced a bit."

"Practiced a bit?" Lando exclaimed, eyes wide as Logan’s character took out a particularly tough boss in record time. "Dude, did you hire a coach or something?"

Logan glanced at Y/N, who was quietly sitting to the side, clearly enjoying the confusion. He could’ve revealed her identity right then and there, but where was the fun in that?

As the game continued, Logan kept surprising everyone, his movements smoother, his decisions sharper. The guys were losing it.

"Okay, this is insane," George said, throwing his hands up. "You’ve leveled up like, a hundred times since the last game night!"

"I’m telling you, Logan’s been holding out on us," Charles muttered, leaning forward in concentration. "This isn’t the same guy we played with a month ago."

Just as the final round was about to start, Logan turned to Y/N. "Hey, you want to take over for a bit?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. "Are you sure? I don’t want to embarrass anyone."

"Please," Logan said, smirking. "I think they deserve it."

She shrugged and took the controller, her hands moving with the kind of ease that could only come from experience. Within seconds, she was effortlessly leading the charge, her character cutting through enemies with precision.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lando nearly shouted, sitting up straight. "Who’s playing now?"

Y/N grinned but stayed focused on the screen. "That’d be me."

The room went dead silent as the rest of the grid watched in stunned disbelief. Y/N’s gameplay was flawless, and it wasn’t long before they started putting the pieces together.

"Wait a second," Charles said slowly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re… you’re not Y/N from GameChix are you?"

Logan looked at Y/N in confusion. "GameChix? What’s that?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh, pausing the game to face him. "It’s… well, it’s a gaming channel I’m part of. A pretty popular one, actually."

"Pretty popular?" George repeated, looking like he’d seen a ghost. "You’re literally one of the top-ranked Legends Unleashed players in the world!"

Logan blinked, completely dumbfounded. "Wait. You’re famous?"

Y/N smiled sheepishly. "I guess you could say that."

Lando’s jaw dropped. "Mate, how did you not know? Y/N’s a legend in the gaming world! She’s like… a god at this game."

Logan felt his cheeks flush as the rest of the grid erupted into fanboying.

"I can’t believe we’re sitting here with the Y/N!" Charles gushed. "I’ve watched your streams for years!"

"This is unreal," George added. "I’ve been trying to beat your dungeon records for months!"

Logan could only watch as his friends lost their minds over Y/N, who took it all in stride, looking a little embarrassed but also clearly used to this kind of attention.

"You’ve been playing with a pro this whole time?" Lando asked Logan, incredulously. "Dude, no wonder you’ve gotten so good."

"Uh, yeah," Logan replied, still processing the fact that Y/N was way more famous than he’d realized. "But honestly, I didn’t even know."

"Well, now you do," Y/N teased, nudging him lightly. "Guess I’m more than just your tutor."

The room buzzed with excitement as the guys peppered Y/N with questions, asking about her strategies, her favorite in-game moments, and how she got into professional gaming. Logan watched her, half in awe, half amused at how cool she remained, even with the grid completely fanboying over her.

As the night wore on, the excitement eventually died down, and the others headed out, still in disbelief over the surprise twist of the evening.

Logan walked Y/N to the door, still shaking his head at everything that had happened. "I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were a famous gamer this whole time."

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "Well, I figured it didn’t matter. You weren’t exactly hiring me for my fame."

Logan chuckled, his heart racing a little as he met her gaze. "No, I guess not. But… thanks. For everything. You’ve made this whole thing way more fun than I expected."

Y/N smiled, and for a moment, the playful teasing between them faded. The atmosphere shifted, a quiet tension filling the space between them. Logan wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between all the late-night gaming sessions and their growing friendship, he’d started feeling something more. Something that made his pulse quicken whenever she was near.

Before he could think too much about it, Logan leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, hesitant kiss. Y/N responded immediately, her hand gently resting on his arm as she kissed him back, the moment both tender and electrifying.

When they pulled away, both of them were smiling, breathless and a little stunned by what had just happened.

"Well," Y/N said softly, her voice teasing again, "that’s one way to end game night."

Logan grinned, his heart still pounding in his chest. "Best game night ever."