#i could just imagine the crowd erupting in cheers at that line

[qveenpoppy]

the "i won't/birthday party" mashup is awesome but i almost kinda wish the guys had sung "birthday party" in its entirety bc the line "i bet i'll see a female president" would have gone really hard after this week

[chelseaknoo]

Imagine this: Eminem gets into a rap feud with your rapper boyfriend, and amidst all the drama, you end up cheating on your boyfriend with Eminem. Then, when Eminem releases a new track, he takes a shot at your boyfriend by hinting at your hookup, adding fuel to the fire with a line about sleeping with you.

Eminem x reader

Caution: sexual content ♡

it’s the night of the MTV Music Awards, and you’ve been given the honor of calling out the winner and presenting the award. Your boyfriend, a rising star in the rap game, is nominated in the same category as his rival—none other than Eminem. For weeks, the two have been trading shots, dropping diss tracks, and stirring up a fierce rap feud.

The tension is palpable as the nominees flash on the screen, and the crowd buzzes with anticipation. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you from his seat, his expression radiating certainty. He’s convinced tonight will end in his victory, a public validation of his skills and his place in the industry

But you know the stakes: if Eminem wins, it would be a crushing defeat for your boyfriend—a public blow that could turn the tide in their feud and become the talk of the music world. Yet, there’s a strange electricity in the air as you take the stage, gripping the award envelope, your heart pounding. Whether it’s a win or loss, this moment is about to make headlines.

"Eminem!" you announce, your voice echoing through the venue as the crowd erupts in wild cheers, celebrating his victory.

Eminem strides onto the stage, his expression a mix of pride and that unmistakable cockiness he’s known for. As he reaches you, he takes the award with one hand and, to your surprise, pulls you into a tight hug with the other. The embrace lingers just a moment too long, his hand slipping lower with each second—a subtle but unmistakable taunt meant to rile up your already furious boyfriend, who’s watching from his seat with narrowed eyes.

The audience catches onto the tension, gasping and laughing as Eminem’s playful smirk widens. He whispers a low “Thank you” in your ear, glancing briefly over at your boyfriend, whose jaw is clenched, his confidence shattered by the public loss and the blatant show of disrespect. Eminem lets you go, stepping up to the mic, but you can still feel the charged energy radiating from your boyfriend’s glare. The feud has just reached a new level, and you know tonight will be one for the headlines.

At the after-party, your boyfriend was sulking, stewing over his loss. His confidence from earlier in the night had dissolved into a grumpy silence, and he barely spoke to you, responding with short, cold remarks every time you tried to break the ice. His attention was laser-focused on Eminem, who was mingling across the room, clearly enjoying his win. Your boyfriend’s glare never wavered; he was practically daring Eminem to look his way.

Finally, you had enough. The atmosphere was suffocating, and you weren’t going to spend the night with someone who refused to move past the loss. Frustrated, you excused yourself from the table, deciding you needed a drink just to shake off the tension.

As you walked toward the bar, you sensed someone fall in step beside you. Glancing over, you saw it was Eminem, giving you that familiar smirk. “Rough night?” he asked, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. There was something in his eyes that made it clear he’d noticed the icy atmosphere between you and your boyfriend. For the first time all evening, you found yourself relaxing, even smiling, as you felt the weight of the night start to lift.

You leaned against the bar, letting out a sigh, and turned to Eminem with a half-smile. “Yeah, you could say that,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “He’s taking this loss… well, let’s just say he’s not handling it well.”

Eminem chuckled, ordering a drink as he leaned beside you. “Can’t say I blame him,” he shrugged, “but hey, it’s all part of the game, right?” His voice was light, but there was a knowing look in his eyes, as if he understood the cost of ego in the industry.

You nodded, grateful for the change in atmosphere. “True. But it doesn’t mean I have to be dragged down by it,” you said, looking across the room to see your boyfriend still seated, jaw clenched, watching the two of you like a hawk. The icy, simmering tension in his stare made your stomach tighten, but you ignored it.

Eminem followed your gaze, then raised an eyebrow. “Well, if he’s going to sit there and sulk, that’s on him. You don’t deserve the silent treatment.”

There was something disarming about Eminem’s attitude. He wasn’t pushing anything, just being unexpectedly down-to-earth and understanding. As the drinks arrived, he clinked his glass lightly against yours. “Here’s to enjoying the night,” he said, eyes flickering with a mischievous glint.

You took a sip, the warmth of the drink helping you shake off the tension. “Thanks,” you murmured, feeling a rush of relief. Eminem leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a private tone. “Honestly, you look like you could use a good distraction.”

Before you could respond, the DJ switched to one of Eminem’s tracks, and the crowd went wild. He shot you a grin. “Dance with me?” he asked, extending his hand.

You hesitated, knowing full well how your boyfriend would take it. But in that moment, the thought of breaking free from his cold demeanor and just having fun felt too tempting to resist. You placed your hand in Eminem’s, feeling a spark shoot up your arm.

As you danced with the Detroit rapper, your boyfriend’s absence was the only confirmation you needed—he had already stormed off, leaving you alone with Eminem. The music thumped around you, and you felt the heat of the moment take over, your frustrations melting into the rhythm of the song and the intensity of Eminem’s gaze.

Eminem leaned in, his face coming closer, and before you realized it, his lips were on yours, catching you off guard yet feeling almost inevitable. The kiss was electric, a mix of passion and defiance, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The tension of the night, the rivalry, your boyfriend’s coldness—it all vanished in that single connection.

As he pulled back, a hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Want to get out of here?” he murmured, his voice low, barely audible over the music but clear enough to send a thrill through you.

You met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement and a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt all night. “Yes,” you replied, nodding without hesitation. With a final glance back at the room you were leaving behind, you let him take your hand, leading you out of the club and into the night, where the evening’s tension was about to unfold into something entirely new.

The ride to the hotel was a blur of city lights and pulsing beats from the car stereo. Eminem’s hand rested comfortably on your thigh, and every time you looked at him, that smirk grew a little wider. You knew you were crossing a line, but in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences—you just wanted to live in the present, to feel alive.

Once inside the plush hotel suite, the reality of what was happening hit you like a sledgehammer. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering around the edges, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and slightly overwhelming. The smell of his cologne filled the air. Eminem led you to the bed, his hand never leaving your waist, and the weight of his touch sent shivers down your spine.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he kissed you again, his hands exploring the curves of your body with a confidence that was both thrilling and terrifying. The world outside the hotel room felt a million miles away, and all you could focus on was the heat of his breath, the taste of his lips, and the way your body responded to his every touch.

Eminem's strong arms pulled you closer, his hands deftly unbuttoning your dress, which slid to the floor in a whisper of fabric. You stood before him in nothing but your lingerie, feeling exposed yet empowered by the raw desire in his eyes. His own shirt and jacket followed suit, revealing a sculpted physique that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

The air grew thick with anticipation as he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands moved to unhook your bra. It fell away, leaving your breasts bare to the cool air and the warmth of his palms. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.

He led you to the bed, the softness of the mattress enveloping you as he laid you down. His touch was gentle yet firm, his hands skimming over your skin like a warm summer breeze, igniting a trail of fire wherever they went. You could feel the weight of his body on top of you, and it was a feeling of both safety and exhilaration.

Eminem’s kisses grew more urgent, his tongue dancing with yours as he traced a line of passion down your neck and to your breasts. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending a shiver through your body, and your breath hitched in your throat. His hands moved with purpose, removing every last piece of clothing that stood between you. The sensation of his bare chest against yours was electric, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room.

He paused, looking down at you with a hunger that was almost feral. Without a word, he slid his hand down the curve of your waist and over the band of your panties, slipping them off with a gentle yet firm motion. Your body reacted instinctively, arching towards him, craving more of his touch. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as he positioned himself above you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Eminem kissed you deeply as he entered you, the sensation of his hardness filling you completely, making you gasp into his mouth. The initial shock of his size quickly gave way to a building pleasure, and you wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, his hips rolling into yours with a mastery that left you feeling utterly consumed by him.

You could feel every inch of him as he moved, his muscles flexing with each thrust. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by the occasional groan or whimper escaping from both of you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as if he were conducting a symphony of passion. The kiss grew more intense, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, and you moaned in response, your nails digging into his back.

The bed sheets tangled around your legs as the pace grew faster, more frenzied. The headboard banging against the wall matched the tempo of your hearts beating in sync. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened with every stroke, and it only spurred you on. Your own eyes closed as the pleasure built, your breaths coming in gasps, your body tightening like a coil ready to spring.

Eminem's fingers found their way into your hair, gently tugging your head back as he kissed along your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing the contour of your cheekbone as he whispered dirty sweet nothings into your ear, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the sweat bead and the tension in his muscles as he moved within you. His thrusts grew more powerful, each one hitting that perfect spot, making you quiver with pleasure. The sound of skin on skin, the faint rustle of the bed sheets, and the muffled moans of ecstasy filled the air—a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the suite.

As the intensity grew, Eminem’s grip on your hips tightened, his breaths turning ragged. You could feel him getting closer to the brink, his movements more urgent, and the desperate need reflected in the taut lines of his face. You met his gaze, the electricity between you crackling like a live wire. You whispered his name, and that was all it took for him to let go, his body tensing as he reached climax, his eyes squeezed shut, and his teeth bared in a silent roar.

The aftermath was a gentle cascade of shared breaths and lingering kisses. He rolled onto his side, pulling you with him, your bodies still intertwined. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the candles, casting a warm light over the rumpled sheets and the sweat-drenched skin. You laid there, your heart racing, feeling a sense of disbelief at what had just transpired. It had been explosive, a whirlwind of passion that had taken you completely by surprise.

Eminem looked at you, his eyes searching your face, as if looking for any signs of regret or doubt. You met his gaze and smiled, your cheeks flushed with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty. Instead, you felt alive, invigorated by the rush of adrenaline that still coursed through your veins.

He leaned in, kissing you softly, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving into your mouth once more. You tasted a mix of whiskey and victory on his breath, a potent cocktail that only made you want him more. His hand slid down to caress your naked body, his fingertips gliding over your skin like a musician playing a favorite tune. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you arched into him, eager for the symphony of pleasure to begin again.

After a few weeks of sleeping with Marshall your boyfriend once again dropped another diss track on Marshall, stilled pissed about losing to music MTV awards to him.

A few weeks had passed since things began between you and Marshall, each encounter becoming a carefully hidden secret amidst the chaos of the ongoing feud. Despite the thrill of it all, your boyfriend remained oblivious, though his frustration toward Eminem hadn’t faded. In fact, he seemed more fired up than ever.

Still bitter over the loss at the MTV Music Awards, your boyfriend dropped yet another diss track aimed squarely at Marshall. The lyrics were sharper, more personal, each line dripping with resentment. It was clear that his defeat had stung deeply, and he wasn’t ready to let it go. The diss track hit every outlet, riling up fans and adding fresh fuel to the rivalry. You listened to the track, knowing the words were aimed at Marshall, yet they felt uncomfortably close to home, a reminder of the tangled mess you were in.

Marshall’s reaction, however, was anything but anger. When you mentioned the diss track, he just smirked, as though he found the whole thing amusing.

Two weeks later, Marshall released a new song that sent the internet into an absolute frenzy. The lyrics included lines that would leave no one guessing.The following lines said:

Yo, check it,

You think you flexin’, but you just a clown,

Got your girl in my sheets, ass up, face down,

While you out thrivin’, ballin’ like a thug,

I'm the one givin' her that late-night love.

You a motherfuckin’ joke, man, I’m the real deal,

She whispered my name, now she can’t conceal,

You think you got her locked, but I broke that chain,

She loves my style, man, it drives you insane.

After Eminem released the diss track exposing your affair, it sent shockwaves through the music world. Everyone was talking about it, and the excitement was palpable. The lyrics ignited a frenzy, with fans buzzing about the revelations and the implications of the feud.

A few days after Eminem released the diss track, he showed up at your house, looking more serious than you had ever seen him. The buzz from the song had settled, but the aftermath still hung heavy in the air. As you opened the door, you could see concern etched on his face. “Hey, I just wanted to check in on you,” he said softly, stepping inside.

You led him to the living room, feeling a mix of emotions. “Honestly, it’s been tough,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair. “My boyfriend has been really distant since all this happened. I’m starting to think that maybe it’s time to end the relationship.”

Marshall’s expression shifted as he processed your words. There was a flicker of something—hope, maybe—in his eyes. “I hate to hear that. You deserve to be with someone who truly cares about you,” he said, stepping closer. The tension in the room thickened, and you could feel the pull between you intensifying.

Suddenly, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you. The moment his lips touched yours, all your doubts and fears seemed to evaporate. It was a kiss filled with passion and urgency, a silent confession that spoke louder than words. When he pulled back, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with sincerity. “I love you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to break up with him for me.”

You hesitated, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. Your heart raced, caught between the thrill of his confession and the reality of the situation you were in. It was a leap, one that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt a spark of something undeniable.

After a moment of contemplation, you reached for your phone. The decision felt monumental as you typed the message: “It’s over.” With a deep breath, you pressed send and immediately turned off your phone, cutting off any chance of a reply from your boyfriend.

Marshall, sensing the shift, pulled you in for another kiss, more enchanting than the first. This kiss was filled with promise and desire, a powerful affirmation of what you both wanted. In that moment, everything else faded away—the drama, the heartbreak, and the uncertainty. It was just you and him, wrapped in each other’s arms, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of clarity. <3

[charlesslut16]

-New Year's Eve-

summary : you and charles celebrate into the new year

PAIRINGS : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you start good into the new year and have a great next year with your loves ❤️❤️

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The night air in Monaco was crisp and cool, the city twinkling with the lights of countless celebrations as the clock ticked closer to midnight. The harbor was lined with extravagant yachts, their lights reflecting off the shimmering water.

The sound of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses filled the streets as the world prepared for the arrival of a brand new year. And amidst it all, there was a sense of magic in the air that seemed to surround you and Charles.

You stood on the balcony of a lavish penthouse overlooking the city, a glass of champagne in hand, Charles by your side. His arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him as the two of you gazed at the scene below. The night felt perfect, everything aligning just as it should.

"I still can't believe we're here," you said, your voice quiet, as you leaned against his chest.

Charles smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Me neither. But I'm so happy we are. It feels like the start of something incredible, doesn't it?"

You nodded, turning in his arms to face him. The warmth of his gaze melted the coolness of the evening. Charles’ hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing along your skin as he looked down at you. There was a quiet certainty in his eyes, an unspoken promise that made your heart swell. You had been together for a while now, and everything about your relationship with him felt so effortless, so right.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” Charles continued, his voice soft but full of emotion. “To be here, with you, starting a new year together.”

You smiled, your heart racing as you reached up to cup his face. “I feel the same way,” you whispered. “You make everything feel like it’s meant to be.”

The crowd below began to get louder as the final minutes of the year ticked away. The countdown was near. You could feel the excitement building, the anticipation of the moment when everything would change, when the calendar would turn, and the world would begin anew.

But for you, nothing felt as significant as the moment right now—standing with Charles, in his arms, with the promise of the future ahead of you.

“Five... four...” the voice of the host echoed from the party inside. The crowd joined in, their voices rising in excitement.

Charles looked at you, his hand still resting gently on your cheek, and his thumb brushed your lips. "This time last year, I would never have imagined I'd be here with you, in this moment."

You chuckled softly. "Neither would I," you admitted. “But now that we're here, it feels perfect.”

“Three... two... one..."

The crowd erupted into cheers as the new year arrived, and in that instant, Charles leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that felt like it was meant for the very first moment of the year. It was tender, sweet, and full of all the love that had been quietly growing between the two of you. The world around you faded, and in that kiss, it was just you and Charles. No more waiting, no more wondering if things would fall into place. Everything was exactly where it needed to be.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his, and you both laughed softly, the sound of fireworks bursting overhead filling the night.

“Happy New Year, mon amour,” Charles whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

“Happy New Year, Charles,” you replied, your heart full as you looked into his eyes.

The night carried on with laughter, dancing, and moments of quiet connection between the two of you. But no matter what happened, no matter how many people came and went, you knew that this moment—this perfect, beautiful moment with Charles—would be the one you carried with you into the new year.

And with him by your side, you knew that whatever the future held, it would be nothing short of extraordinary.

[flowerbunnyboo]

RIDE OF VICTORY | back

starring: jake x male reader

summary: having sex in the car after your boyfriend hits the winning shot is a great way of celebrating his victory, right ?

nsfw

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the campus, Jake made his way out of their shared dorm room, already dressed in his athletic gear. "Hey babe," he called out to Mn, who was lounging on the bed scrolling through his phone.

Mn looked up, flashing Jake a warm smile. "Hey yourself. You heading out now?"

Jake nodded, ruffling Mn's hair affectionately before leaning down to capture his lips in a quick, passionate kiss. "Yeah, gotta get to the gym early for some extra practice. Coach wants us to be at our best tonight."

Mn pouted slightly but understood the importance of preparation. "Alright, be careful out there. I'll see you after your match, okay?"

Jake winked at him. "You know it. Love you, beautiful ."

"I love you too, babe,"

With that, Jake headed out the door, his mind already focused on the upcoming game. He spent hours at the gym, honing his skills and visualizing every possible scenario on the court. Throughout the day, his thoughts kept drifting back to Mn - imagining how proud he'd look cheering Jake on from the stands, the feel of his strong arms around him after a win.

As the evening drew closer, Jake could barely contain his excitement. He showered and changed into his uniform, the familiar fabric feeling like a second skin. As he arrived at the arena, he scanned the crowd, his heart skipping a beat when he spotted Mn waving enthusiastically from the bleachers.

"Fuck, he looks amazing," Jake thought to himself, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he took to the court. The game was intense, with both teams giving it their all.

Just as Jake prepared to serve the winning point, his gaze locked onto Mn once again. Their eyes met, and in that instant, Jake felt a rush of emotion so powerful it almost threw off his focus. He grinned widely, putting everything he had into that final serve.

The ball sailed through the air, landing perfectly on the opponent's side of the net. Jake pumped his fist in triumph as the crowd erupted in cheers. His teammates rushed over to congratulate him, but all Jake could think about was getting to Mn.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, practically sprinting off the court with his teammates trailing behind. He burst through the tunnel leading to the exit, not stopping until he reached Mn in the stands.

"I did it! We won!" Jake shouted, pulling Mn into a tight embrace as the crowd continued to chant their names.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," Mn said, beaming up at Jake with adoration. "You played incredible."

Jake leaned in, capturing Mn's lips in a searing kiss, the taste of victory mingling with the sweetness of their love. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

After a moment, Jake broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, let's get out of here," he urged, taking Mn's hand and leading him towards the parking lot.

Once inside Jake's car, they couldn't resist the urge to touch, to claim each other after such a high-stakes performance. Clothes were shed hastily, bodies entwined as they found solace in the heat of their passion.

"Fuck, I need you,"

Jake growled, his hands roaming over Mn's sweat-dampened skin as he pushed him down onto the passenger seat. Mn wrapped his legs around Jake's waist, pulling him closer.

"Me too, baby," Mn moaned, nipping at Jake's earlobe. "I want you so bad right now."

Without another word, Jake lined himself up and thrust deep inside Mn, groaning at the exquisite sensation of being buried to the hilt. They moved together in a frenzy of lust, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the confined space of the car.

"Oh god, yes," Jake panted, his hips snapping rapidly as he chased his release. "You feel so good, Mn. So fucking perfect."

Mn clung to Jake, his nails digging into the muscular planes of his back as he met each powerful thrust. "Harder, Jake! Fuck me harder!" he cried out, his voice raw with desire.

Jake complied eagerly, pounding into Mn with reckless abandon. The car rocked violently, the sound of the engine drowning out their primal grunts and moans. Sweat dripped down their faces, mingling as they kissed fiercely, tongues tangling in a dance as old as time.

"So close…fuck, I'm gonna come," Jake gasped, his movements becoming erratic as he neared the brink. Mn's inner walls clenched tightly around him, urging him onward.

"Do it, baby! Fill me up!" Mn begged, his own climax building rapidly.

With a roar, Jake drove deep one last time, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed inside Mn. The sensation of Mn's body milking him dry sent Jake over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him.

"Oh fuck, Mn…yes, just like that," Jake managed to gasp between shuddering breaths, still buried deep within his lover's heat. Mn's body convulsed around him, drawing out Jake's orgasm even further as he filled him completely.

Finally, Jake collapsed on top of Mn, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Jake pressed soft kisses along Mn's jawline, murmuring words of love and praise.

"That was incredible, baby," Jake whispered, slowly withdrawing from Mn's spent body. "But we're not done yet."

Mn smiled lazily, reaching up to stroke Jake's cheek. "I wouldn't have it any other way, stud. Take me home and show me what else that mouth can do."

Jake chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye as he helped Mn sit up and straighten his clothes. "Oh, I plan to, baby. And maybe later, if you're lucky, I'll even let you return the favor."

With a playful nip to Mn's earlobe, Jake started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, already looking forward to round two. As they drove, Jake reached over to rest his hand on Mn's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you," Jake said softly, his thumb tracing circles on Mn's skin. "But I'm really glad I did."

©️ flowerbunnyboo 2024. all rights reserved to me. please don't copy my work or reshare without my permission and credit

[babygirlboeser]

So It Goes…

pairing: matt rempe x f! reader

wc: 4.1k

genres: mainly smut, kinda fluffy leading up to the filth and soft aftercare

summary: matt played so well tonight, and he deserves to be celebrated. you were eager to show him just how proud of him you were.

note: this takes place on may 24th 2024, after round 3 game 2

warnings: pure filth, unprotected p in v, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, cursing, shitty writing and probably typos

a/n: i haven’t really written anything longer than blurbs in a few years so this is very rusty as it’s my first full length fic in ages i’m sorry

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

It was too risky. This was the playoffs, every second counts, and they couldn’t run the chance of taking any unnecessary penalties. Okay, yes, he’s a very physical player and surely your boyfriend deserves a fair amount of the penalties he’s dealt, but at times it really was complete utter bullshit. You swore sometimes he was penalized for just existing too close to another player. The officials hate him, so in crucial moments like these, it was too risky to play him. With one goal from each team in the first, followed by two scoreless periods, game two of the Eastern Conference Final was heading into overtime. 

It was rare for Matt to get a shift in the third period, let alone in overtime. Which is why your heart practically burst when you saw your boy step onto the ice tonight, in not two, not three, but all four periods. You were surprised, but so excited for him. You can’t imagine how buzzed he must be feeling right now. 

He loved it, the energy, the roar of the crowd chanting his name. It was like a drug to him. Whether it be massive hits, starting a line brawl, or just playing an energetic shift, he lived to put on a show. Matt had become something of a fan favorite since his debut, and the crowd went wild when they realized he was getting a shift in overtime. All eyes were on your boyfriend as he skated across the ice, the chants of his name fueling him. He was the hottest thing in New York these days, the center of attention that nobody could take their eyes off of. It was like nobody else mattered when Rempe was on the ice. You’ll admit, it did make you a little insecure. There were thousands of pretty girls here that wanted him, staring at him, yelling his name. But in that sea of other girls, the only one he cared about was you. You were his good luck charm. He played better when you were there, and he always made sure he knew where you were sitting so he could look for you in the stands. He always gave it his all, but a quick glance to you in the crowd was sure to give him that extra boost of motivation to play even better. He appreciates the fans so much, but what he loved the most was knowing that his girl was there. Cheering him on, supporting him every step of the way. You attended every game you possibly could. His average time on ice wasn’t high, and he always felt bad when you would show up to games where his TOI was especially low, profusely apologizing for wasting your time. You reminded him you didn’t care if he played sixty minutes or two, you were there to support him no matter what. 

With every minute that passed you wondered more and more if you would be seeing a second overtime, until suddenly the entire arena erupted in cheers as Goodrow netted the game winner, fourteen minutes into overtime. The section where you sat with the other WAGs was especially loud, all of you thrilled for the guys. After the recent 3-0 loss, you were all undoubtedly very happy with the outcome of tonight's game, the series now tied 1-1. 

As the crowd dissipated you made your way down to the parking lot. You and Matt usually drove separately as he needed to be there earlier, so you would head home and wait for him. You say goodbye to a few of the other ladies as you get in your car, then shoot off a quick text to Matt before you start your drive home. 

hey baby i’m just heading out now, you played amazing i’m so so proud of you and can’t wait to see u. so happy you got some OT!!!! if ur going out with the guys have fun and be safe and i’ll see you at home later, i love you so much <3 

You and Matt’s apartment wasn’t far from Madison Square Garden, but the New York traffic combined with your eagerness to get home were making this drive feel endless. You figured he might go out to celebrate with some of the guys for a while, but you still wanted to get home and wait for him, impatient and eager to wrap him in your arms, smothering him with kisses and praise of how well he performed tonight. You hoped he was as proud of himself as you were of him. With nine hits, a TOI of 10:06, which may not sound like much, but was significantly higher than usual, and surprisingly no penalties, this was one of his best games yet. You yourself were still buzzing with excitement from the game, you can’t imagine how he must feel. 

Home now, you made your way to the couch, settling down with a book to pass some time. You were startled upon hearing Matt’s key in the door merely minutes after you had walked in. You didn’t expect him home this early, but you were glad he was. As Matt makes his way inside, you try to restrain yourself from jumping up and throwing yourself at him like a total crazy person. You didn’t try very hard. 

“Hi” You say through a giggle, a big smile plastered across your face as you practically leap towards him. 

As you reach him, you essentially climb him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he swiftly scoops you up by your thighs, holding you close against his body. As you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, he puts one hand under your ass for support, and the other rubs up and down your back. 

“I thought you would be going out with the guys?” You question, while you begin running your hands through his hair. 

“Tired. Just wanted to come home to you. Crazy game.” His response slightly muffled as he nuzzles his face against you, pressing kisses to your neck. 

“Yeah it was.” You say. Hand still tangled in his hair, you pull his face from your neck and pull him to your lips for a quick, sloppy kiss.

  “I’m so proud of you.” You whisper. 

“Shut up.” He murmurs playfully, avoiding your eyes.

He blushes at the praise and quickly buries his face in your neck again, not wanting you to see him rosy-cheeked. The tough guy act wasn’t working, it rarely did with you. He was a big sweetheart and you both knew it, whether he would ever admit it or not. Sure he was tough as nails on the ice, but off? Total teddy bear, especially for you. You saw through him so easily, and he wasn’t sure if he loved or hated how easily you could turn him into a blushing, giggling mess. A blushing mess who was truly loving the way you were talking about him right now, so happy that you liked his game tonight. His team, the fans, his family, and his girl; he just wanted to make them proud. And that he did. He always did. 

Despite playing shy, you could tell he was loving the way you spoke so highly of him, and you were loving it too. You were so in love with this beautiful boy. How could you not literally worship him? You gently tug at his hair once more, making his eyes meet yours, wanting to see him as you were seriously loving how cute he looked like this, all smiley and pink in the face. 

“Baby! You played so well. I’m really proud of you. And you got a shift in overtime! That’s amazing! This was a huge game for you, aren’t you proud of yourself?” You ask. 

“Okay, okay, it was pretty great.” He says excitedly and his smile grows as the blush begins to fade. You can tell he’s still feeling the exhilaration of the game.

‘Yeah it was!” You agree. 

“And no bullshit penalties!” He exclaims.

“I know, I can’t believe it either!” You both laugh and he smirks. God, that smirk does unspeakable things to you. 

Sliding a hand to the back of your neck, Matt softly pulls you closer until your faces are just a hair apart, practically touching. 

“I love you so much.” He whispers. 

“I love you too, baby.” You respond and he pulls you in for a deep kiss. 

It was moments like these where all jealousy went out the window and you truly couldn’t care less about those other girls. Some of them would recognize you in the stands and shoot dirty looks your way, but you just laughed. You were the one wrapped around him right now, and you were the one that he loved. When everyone wanted him, he only wanted you. You felt so unbelievably lucky, yet truly confused as to how you managed to pull this man. This perfect, amazing man, who played his best tonight, and looked really fucking hot while doing it. Although, you thought he looked good doing anything. He looked good right now. Pressed up against you, that pretty smile, those big brown eyes. Not to mention, the occasional squeeze he was giving your ass was not helping your sanity. You hoped he wasn’t too tired from the game, because fuck, you were getting so turned on. 

Of course he’s happy about his TOI, and that he got to play in overtime, but most of all he’s so glad that you’re proud of him. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you smile, and the fact that he’s the reason for it is absolutely melting him. He’s buzzing. He just played a really great game, and gets to come home to his beautiful, smiley, giggly girlfriend showering him with praise. Who is also, not to mention, dangerously close to his boner right now. He’s on cloud nine. 

You tighten your legs around him and he grunts at the friction. 

“You okay?” You say while loosening your legs slightly, not realizing what had just happened and thinking you might have hurt him. 

“I- um- yeah” He stutters. You notice his face redden again and suddenly become aware of the hardening member pressing against you. 

“Bed. Now.” You demand through a big smile, and you too are blushing now. 

With you still tangled around him, he carries you to the bedroom and sits on the bed, you straddling his lap. Matt runs his hands under your shirt and up your back, showing love to every inch of your skin. He begins to toy with the fabric of your shirt and looks to you for permission, to which you quickly nod. He swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, taking in how fucking gorgeous you look sat on top of him in only a bra. You then help him remove his shirt, tossing them both to the side. You pull him in for a heated kiss, hands now rifling through each other's hair as your tongues explored the others mouth. With less clothes between you now, you’re melting at the feel of his warm skin against yours. Not breaking the kiss, you allow your hands to start wandering. Matt gasps and bucks his hips as you palm him through his clothes. 

“Take them off.” You command as you remove yourself from your spot on his lap. He complies, tugging the rest of his clothes off, tossing them to the floor where they joined your recently discarded shirts. 

Normally, Matt would go down on you first. He puts your needs above his, always wanting to make you cum at least once before he even thinks about cumming himself. Tonight however, you insisted on doing all the work, knowing he was tired from the game. You were totally fine with treating him and doing the work, in fact you wanted to. He deserves to be celebrated, and you always loved making him feel good. He lays down, hesitantly, as he feels bad not treating you first. You flash him a smile to assure him that it’s okay, and you take him in one hand, starting him out with a few slow strokes as you lower your head and begin slowly flicking your tongue over his tip. He was pulsating, precum already leaking from him, so desperate to feel your lips wrapped around him. He gently pushes your hair out of your face and gathers it behind your head, loosely gripping it like a makeshift ponytail. Without warning, you take all of him in your mouth and start moving up and down on his cock. Matt lets out a loud moan, his head already spinning from how good it felt. You keep going, your pace rapidly increasing, as Matt tried to stifle his moans, which became more and more challenging as he neared climax. 

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned lowly as you continue to fuck him with your mouth. 

“Feels so good. Don’t stop.” He whined desperately. 

His breathing suddenly hitched, confirming that he was close. You begin to hum against him, knowing the vibrations of your moans would drive him over the edge. The sudden change in technique had him gasping and fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your face. His grip on your hair tightened so much his hand shook. The pressure on your scalp and his breathy moans and whines were turning you on so much. He moaned again and you fought the desire to dive a hand into your panties. He sounded so pretty, and the way his cock throbbed and twitched in your mouth made you so needy to feel him inside of you. 

Matt whined your name and his waist moved fastly up and down as the band in his stomach was about to snap. With one last bob of your head, he lets out a loud groan as he releases, filing your throat with cum. You hold him deep in your throat, and moan loudly against the base of his cock, the vibrations making him cum even harder. You detach your mouth from him and gently stroke his length a few more times as he comes down from his high. He lifts his head to see you looking at him with watery doe eyes as you lick your lips, cleaning up any drops that may have spilled from your mouth. He watches as you swallow everything he just gave you, and lets out a drawn out “Fuuuck” before throwing his head back to the pillow again, still needing to recover from the pleasure. You smiled at him, smug that you did a good job. 

Giving him a moment to catch his breath, you kiss up his abs and chest until you reach his face. He pulls you in for a kiss, and with ease he flips you both over, him now hovering over you, all while not breaking the kiss. He pecks your lips once more, and starts kissing his way down your body until he settles between your legs. You blushed knowing you were already so wet for him. A smile pulls at his lips as he unbuttons your jeans and pulls them and your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere across the room, leaving you in nothing but a bra. He kisses your thighs and presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on it. You tangle a hand in his hair, and that smile suddenly fades as he is interrupted by you pulling his head away. 

“You don’t have to. I can do all the work tonight. Wanna make you feel good.” You tell him. 

“Baby, this does make me feel good.” He reminds you. It was true. As much as you adored having his face between your legs, he might actually love it even more. 

Lowering his head again, he teasingly runs his tongue up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing his tongue into you. You gasp at the pleasure and your thighs tense. As Matt’s pace increases, he snakes his arms under your thighs to hold you in place. You always tried your best not to squirm, but with this pretty boy between your legs making you feel this indescribably good, how could you not? It was a challenge to stay still, a challenge that you almost always failed. The way his hair slightly tickled against your stomach and thighs, the way he knew just how to perfectly curl his fingers and swirl his tongue inside of you, the way one touch could turn you into a whining, overstimulated mess. He knew exactly how to make you fall apart. Mumbled strings of curses and moans fell from your lips as Matt fucked his tongue into you. He adored how pretty you sounded for him. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to hear you like this. One arm still hooked around your leg, he frees the other hand and inserts a finger into you, pushing in and out a few times before adding another finger. You were a squirming moaning mess now, his long fingers buried deep inside of you making you feel like your whole body was on fire. 

“That feel good?” He says looking up at you, fingers still pumping into you. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him, those big brown doe eyes staring up at you lovingly, his lips swollen and wet. God, he looks so pretty like this. You can’t quite form words properly thanks to just how good he’s making you feel, so you just nod rapidly and lay back down for him. He lowers his head back down and starts sucking on your clit. It was too much. Your loud moans echoed through the apartment and you swore you were seeing stars. You were close, and with the way your legs began to shake, he knew it too. He drives his fingers into you even faster and the knot finally snaps. You reached your high, moaning uncontrollably and cumming all over his fingers. Just like how you had moaned around his cock, Matt moans against your pussy, knowing it makes you cum even harder. Pulling his mouth from your now swollen clit, he looks up at you smiling, still slowly pumping his fingers into you as you come down from your high. Pulling out of you, he licked up your folds one more time, which he always said was to clean up some of the mess you’d just made, but the truth is he just couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted. He pressed a gentle kiss to your pussy, then to each of your thighs, which were still slightly shaking. He sat up on his knees and stared at you for a moment, admiring how fucking gorgeous you looked like this. Breathing heavy, legs shaking, all for him. 

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked. 

You gave a weak smile and slowly managed to pull yourself up to sit on your knees, now facing each other, though you were still feeling slightly too overstimulated to form words just yet. You reach out and grab his wrist, pulling his hand to your lips. You press a gentle kiss to his hand before taking his fingers in your mouth, sucking your own slick off of them. You look up at him with doe eyes as you pull his fingers from your mouth, him looking speechless with his jaw slightly dropped, staring at you in awe. You knew that would drive him crazy, and those suspicions were quickly confirmed as you glanced down and caught a glimpse of his growing erection. Still gripping his wrist in one hand, you run your other hand through his messy hair and pull him towards you for a kiss. It’s sloppy, fast paced, and desperate, both knowing you still needed more of each other. You eventually break the heated kiss, and pull just slightly away so your faces are mere inches apart, both still breathing heavy, and both with devilish smirks on your face. 

“Lay down.” you whisper and he blushes. He was usually the more dominant one, but wow, did he ever love seeing you take control like this. He complies, laying down for you, his hands softly resting on your thighs as you straddle him, just enough that his tip pushes into you. The suspense and lack of contact is killing him, but he knows you may need a moment to adjust. He wants everything to feel good for both of you and would never start moving if you weren’t ready for him yet. Breathy moans escape both of you as you slowly sink down on his cock, him stretching you out so good. Every time your hips connect you swear you were made just for him, and he was made for you. Your bodies melted together so perfectly, like pieces falling right into place. You reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, and Matt’s eyes widen at the sight. You toss the garment aside and push your hands down on his chest and start moving up and down on him, slowly at first, but pace gradually increasing. 

“That feel good?” You ask him. 

“Fuck.” He moans out breathily, “Feels so fucking good.” You shyly giggle and smile in response. There was nothing you loved more than making your boy feel nice. 

“Let me hear you.” 

You suddenly pick up the pace and he moaned, not holding back on the volume this time. God, his moans alone could make you finish. It was always difficult not to completely lose your mind the second he started making those pretty noises. You slide your hands from his chest and grip onto his shoulders to try and keep yourself somewhat grounded. You could feel yourself getting close already and dug your fingers even tighter into his shoulders. He may have fingernail imprints after this, but it’s nothing he’s not used to. You often left him marked up, hickeys, fingernail marks, scratches down his back. As one hand still rests on your thigh, the other slides up to play with your tits. You continue riding him at a fast pace and neither of you are even trying to contain your moans anymore. He adores you. He adores having you on top of him. Between the sight of your tits bouncing, your pretty face all fucked out, and being able to hear and watch the moans falling from your lips, he swears he died and went to heaven. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He could never get enough of the sight of you on top of him, but now his eyes are fighting the urge to roll back from the pleasure. His grip on your boob loosens and his hands make their way to your hips. He twitches and you can tell that he’s close, and thankfully so, because you weren’t going to last much longer either. The forming knot in your stomach is tightening quickly and as soon as Matt grips your hips and starts thrusting up into you, you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans from both of you fill the room as you reach your highs together, cumming on his cock and feeling his release inside of you. You still your hips and lean down to kiss him, moaning against each other, riding out your highs with him still deep inside of you. You eventually break the kiss and slowly climb off of Matt’s lap, crashing down beside him. 

“You did so good, baby.” He says and you both smile at each other, cheeks flushed, both of you still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good.” You said, reminding him again just how proud you are. 

“Let’s go get cleaned up, pretty girl.” He mumbles while slowly getting up. 

He hesitates for just a moment to admire the sight of his cum dripping out of you, before gently scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He runs a warm shower for you both, his skin feeling so nice on yours as you help clean each other up.

 Afterwards, you collapse in bed together, quickly finding your place on his chest, snuggling up into him. He wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. You lazily lift your head and press little kisses to his jaw, and he softly plays with your hair. You loved being so close to one another, feeling so warm and safe. Your heart felt full, wrapped up in one another, whispering sweet praises in each other's ear. He was all yours, and you were all his. So caught up in this moment, so desperately in love with each other. 

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Part 1. Part 2 Part 3

Ngl, watching Lou's character on hymym look so down after his failed proposal basically inspired this.

Tommy was thankful that the weather was nice and cool on Catalina Island.

Tommy and Evan were enjoying a nice dinner on the beach, complete with a blanket, a shared bottle of red wine, and a lovely seafood dinner.

Tommy had successfully set the mood and setting, granted they weren't alone at the beach. It was still crowded with folks still swimming or enjoying the sun starting to set on the horizon.

The two had gotten to the island yesterday and had spent day one relaxing and taking in the water and enjoying a long stroll with no aim or direction. Just casually getting lost in Avalon.

Today was a little more hectic, Tommy had planned for them to go zip lining and then take a hike through the moutains.

They even went surfing for a bit and enjoyed lazily basking in the sun till they decided to take a nap and shower back at their hotel room.

Tommy couldn't believe how it was only two days in and was already thinking of their honeymoon.

....

But first...

"Hey Evan." Tommy forced himself to sound unwavering and made sure to keep his hands on his knees since he could already feel the nerves turn into adrenaline.

"Hmm."

Tommy moved to get up, Evan had been using his shoulder to rest his head. He grabbed the younger man and pulled him up as well.

"You ready to go already?" Evan asked, frowning a bit since they had decided to stay to watch the sunset.

"Uh no. Not just yet." Tommy rubbed his hands down his pants, he couldn't look at Evan directly. He knew one look at Evan and he would unravel and just blurt out the question he had been wanting to ask for months now.

"You know I love you, like I -" He couldn't help it, he felt himself giggle as he watched Evan's face light up at that, hearing Evan laugh along made Tommy's heart jump. "Like I can't imagine loving anyone else like I love you. You came into my life and I- I don't want to go back to a life where you're not right besides me, where we aren't right besides each other for the long haul."

He felt along his pocket and got down on one knee.

If he hadn't been so focused on watching Evan and controlling his nerves, he would have realized he had garnered an audience. The crowd around them started to gasp and a few let out a shouts in excitement.

"So Evan Buckley, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" He pulled out the box and was surprised when he heard Evan nearly shouted ecstatically. "No way!"

Tommy froze.

And his heart cracked.

He figured, despite what others have said, that there was a possibility that Evan would say no or not yet.

He just didn't think the "No" would hurt like this, the way Evan had shouted it felt like the idea of a proposal was way too left field for Evan.

"Uh. Oh -"

Evan covered Tommy's hands with his, a bashful and excited smile on his face. "Not like "No way" like "no" I- I just mean, just- just hold on! Give me like 10 minutes! Don't move!" Evan started to jump hop into a run towards their hotel, "Just don't move! I'll be right back!" Evan shouted behind him.

Tommy could feel his face heat up and his eyes begin to sting as he slowly got up, he could hear the whispers around him now.

Some folks were looking at him with confusion while some others looked weirdly excited.

"He said he would be back!" One woman with curly hair yelled out, her blond friend giving Tommy a hopeful grin and thumbs up.

Another person yelled out, "You got this dude!"

Tommy was unsure what to do. Or how to feel.

Evan hadn't said no.

Right?

He saw Evan running back towards him now, a even more excited smile on his face.

But Tommys nerves were too frayed, he stumbled to get the words out as he tried to stuff the ring box back into his pocket. "Evan, I'm so-"

"You moved!" Evan pointed out, nearly buzzing with excitement. "I said not to move!"

"You said-"

"I said I'll be right back so I could do this."

The crowd erupted into cheers and wolf whistles as Evan got down on one knee.

"Oh my God." Tommy huffed out a wet laugh as he covered his face, he knew he was shaking- partly in relief and mostly in shock. "Oh God."

Evan reach for his hand and pulled towards him, "Tommy, I love you and I refuse to believe that there is anyone else for me. I know you're it for me and I've known that since the first time you kissed me." Tommy spluttered a relief laugh as he saw Evan’s eyes become watery as well. "You've been the person I've wanted and waited for, Tommy. And while I did plan to ask this tomorrow morning during a breakfast at sunrise- Tommy Kinard, will you marry me?"

"You brat! I asked first!" Tommy laughed, not missing Evan’s devious grin. "You hijacked my proposal!"

"You can go first with our vows " Evan chuckled, opening the ring box to expose a two tone gold and platinum ring. Tommy felt his breath hitch as he realized the ring was the perfect match to the ring he bought Evan.

Despite the audience around them, Tommy felt as though it was just them at the beach as Evan kissed the back of his hand. "What do you say? Marry me?"

Seeing all the love in Evan's eyes, how Evan's thumb brushed the spot on the back of Tommy's hand where he was just kissed, and having their future right in front of them made Tommy feel overwhelmed with emotions.

While he knew he had always wanted to be in a relationship and to be loved, there was a part of him that felt like he didn't deserve it. That he was risking his heart breaking into pieces by even daring to propose to Evan

Beautiful sweet, charming, and kind Evan who was now proposing to him.

Evan picked him to love.

Tommy let out a choked sob as he nodded yes. "Yes. Yes. Yes." He cried, pulling in Evan for a kiss as the crowc erupted into cheers and loud wolf whistles yet again. "Yes." He repeated for good measure as Evan slipped the ring on his finger. They both laughed as Tommy finally opened the ring box meant for Evan, showing Evan the two tone gold and platinum ring he got for Evan. There were obvious differences between the rings but they complimented each other, much like the newly engaged couple.

It was later when they realized that Maddie had been made aware of their plans to propose to each other.

"So what are the chances that your sister didn't already tell everyone that we somehow planned to propose to each other?" Tommy asked as the two curled around each other in bed, holding each others left hand and sharing soft kisses.

Tommy shivered as Evan kissed his temple and neck. "Knowing them, they probably already have a pool going on who asked first." Evan chuckled, brushing back Tommy's curl as he kissed his chin this time.

"They wouldn't!"

Evan raised a brow, only giving his fiance a haughty smile before going back to kissing Tommy's neck.

Tommy rolled his eyes, "What am I saying, of course they would." He shook his head and rolled towards Evan, they could talk about the betting pool later.

He wanted to celebrate their engagement now.

Part 5

[kathlare]

into the spotlight

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 paddock during the Miami Grand Prix, where emotions run high on and off the track.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

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May 5th, 2024 - Miami, FL

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amelienation: Amelie has arrived at the paddock for the Miami Grand Prix alongside a friend and her sister, Stella! 💕 She’s here to support Checo, marking her first race appearance of the season. Looking stunning as always, can’t wait to see more of her this weekend! 🏎✨

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fan1: She really said, "Let me slay Miami while casually supporting my bro-in-law." 🔥 → fan2: @fan1 Bro, imagine being this iconic.

f1fanatic32: She’s back in the paddock, and all is right in the world 🌎✨

latinaf1love: Supporting Checo like the queen she is! 🫶 → drivetoamour: @latinaf1love She’s the real MVP. Forget the drivers, I’m here for her.

amieobsessed: Imagine if she dates a driver… I’d die. 😭 → landoislife: @amieobsessed Bestie she’s too good for any of them. Let’s be real.

pinktarmac: Miami AND Amelie?? We’re eating good this week 🥵 → fastfamfan: @pinktarmac Forget the race, this is the main event.

lanmilsupremacy: She’s here supporting Checo... but you KNOW she’s gonna end up in Lando’s garage somehow 👀💅 → amelieupdates: @lanmilsupremacy Friends supporting friends, right? Totally innocent... 👀

landoobsessed: Imagine if Lando and Amelie were actually dating though... that would break the internet fr. 😍 → f1shipperzzz: @landoobsessed Literally waiting for that soft launch any day now 💀

miamilover99: If I see one picture of her and Lando together this weekend, I’m DONE. My heart can’t take it. 💔 → oscarfan45: @miamilover99 Same, but also... I’m refreshing Twitter every five seconds. 😭

oscarfan101: Y’all KNOW Lando’s gonna act suspicious all weekend now that she’s here. 😂 → landosimp23: @oscarfan101 The man’s gonna stutter through every interview, bet. 💀

hatersgonnahate: She’s only here for attention. Like, we get it, you’re famous.

landoismyman: She better not end up with anyone else on the grid. I’m still holding out for my otp. 🥹

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The Miami sun was blazing, the roar of engines echoing through the circuit. Amelie stood in the Red Bull garage with her sister Stella, who was animatedly chatting with Checo's engineer. Amelie’s attention, however, was firmly fixed on the big screen in front of her, where the final laps of the race played out. Her heart was pounding in sync with the commentator's excited voice.

Lando was leading.

The McLaren driver, her Lando, was within grasp of his first-ever Grand Prix victory. She could barely breathe as she watched him expertly navigate the track, holding off Max Verstappen with a precision and calm that had the crowd on their feet.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, not this close to the action. Being in the McLaren garage would’ve raised suspicions, so she’d accepted Stella’s invitation to watch with Red Bull. But now, standing among strangers, the idea of keeping her emotions in check felt impossible.

When Lando crossed the finish line, the world seemed to stand still for a moment before erupting into chaos. The commentator’s voice cracked as he shouted, “Lando Norris takes his first-ever Formula 1 victory in Miami!”

Amelie’s knees buckled, tears streaming down her face before she even realized it. She brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but the dam had broken.

—Oh my God,— she whispered, voice trembling.

Stella turned to her, a knowing smile on her lips. —Go.—

Amelie hesitated for only a second before bolting out of the garage. Her mind was a blur, her body moving on pure instinct as she weaved through the crowds and dodged security personnel. She barely registered the cheers or the sea of orange-clad fans.

She reached the pit lane just as Lando pulled into the designated spot, his car stopping amid a swarm of jubilant McLaren team members. Without thinking, she pushed her way through the cluster of orange uniforms, earning a few startled looks but no resistance.

The adrenaline of the moment was buzzing in her veins, her chest tight with excitement and raw emotion. Amelie didn’t think. She couldn’t think. All she could see was Lando, his helmet still on, his body emerging from the car as the pit crew celebrated around him.

Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest, it drowned out the noise of the cheers from the crowd. She could feel the warmth of the Miami sun on her skin, but it all faded into the background as she pushed forward, her eyes locked on Lando. He was laughing, his face lit up with joy, but it was when he looked over and saw her that the world seemed to stop.

Lando’s expression shifted instantly from celebration to something softer, something intensely familiar. His eyes widened for just a second, and before anyone could stop him, he was pushing through the crowd, sprinting toward her.

Amelie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know why she was crying or why she’d run here, but the second his arms wrapped around her, the tears didn’t stop.

Lando’s voice broke through the buzzing in her ears. —Ames, baby— he murmured, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her into him. His lips crashed into hers, not soft, but frantic, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment, just like her.

The kiss was everything. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting of the salt from sweat and the intense excitement of his victory. His arms were strong around her, his hands threading through her hair, holding her in place as if he couldn’t bear to let go. And, for a moment, neither of them cared who was watching.

The cameras were already there, catching every second, every desperate kiss, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But for Amelie and Lando, it was just the two of them in the middle of everything. She forgot the world around them entirely as she lost herself in the kiss, her hands trailing up his chest, pressing him closer.

When they pulled back, panting for air, their foreheads rested together, and Lando’s breath was unsteady. —Fuck, Ames, I thought you’d never do that.— He laughed, breathless, eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Amelie laughed too, wiping the last of her tears away. She could hear the commotion behind them, the pit crew still cheering, but it felt distant. The only thing that mattered was this moment with him. —I didn’t plan this, Lan,— she admitted with a slight chuckle, her hands still resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Lando grinned, eyes soft but intense, and kissed her again, this time gentler. —Guess we’re out of the secret club now, huh?—

Before Amelie could respond, she was swept up in a wave of McLaren team members, all clapping him on the back, lifting him into the air in celebration.

Amelie watched, still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, as Lando was carried by his team, laughter and cheers filling the air. The reality of the moment hit her again. He’d won. He’d really won. And now, everyone knew they were together.

She wiped away another tear, trying to steady herself as she made her way toward the podium area, keeping her eyes on Lando the whole time. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was watching him, the man who’d been her best friend and then something more, up there on the top step, holding the trophy with the biggest smile on his face.

When Lando finally stood on the podium, her heart swelled with pride. The champagne sprayed, the crowd screamed, and he held the trophy high above his head, looking out at the fans. But all Amelie could see was him, her Lando, standing there, shining in the spotlight. And her tears didn’t stop.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hands shook as she watched him, the sound of the crowd fading into the background. This was real. This moment, this victory, it was everything they’d both been working for, even if it wasn’t the way they’d planned it. She was crying now, openly, the tears streaming down her face as she clapped and cheered, completely unable to stop the wave of emotion flooding over her.

When the ceremony ended, Amelie stayed back, her heart still racing. She didn’t want to crowd him, not yet, not when he was still caught up in the media frenzy.

She waited outside the McLaren Team Hub, pacing anxiously as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The cool evening air of Miami was a welcome relief after the scorching heat of the day, but Amelie couldn’t bring herself to relax.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, but she ignored it, not wanting to be distracted. All she could think about was Lando, and how she’d kissed him, and how this moment—his first win, their first kiss in front of everyone—would change everything.

Finally, she saw him. The door to the team hub opened, and there he was, looking fresh and clean, dressed in a McLaren team shirt, his hair still damp from the shower but that familiar cocky grin on his face.

Amelie felt her heart skip a beat as he caught sight of her. His grin softened instantly, and he walked toward her, his strides long and confident.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a teasing smile, his voice still thick with emotion from the day. —You look stunning. But are you okay? You’ve been crying like a little baby.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across her face. —Shut up, Lan. You won your first race. Of course, I’m emotional.—

He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss. The world seemed to disappear as she kissed him back, her hands trailing up to cup his face.

When they pulled away, Lando rested his forehead against hers. —Let’s get to the hotel, yeah? I’m ready to celebrate properly.—

—Are you now?— she teased, but the grin on her face was wide.

As they made their way to the hotel, Amelie’s mind couldn’t help but drift to the after-party. They were both ecstatic, both a little tipsy from the excitement and the lingering effects of the champagne. But when they arrived at the party, the energy shifted.

Lando was surrounded by people congratulating him, and Amelie found herself sticking close to him. She hated the way some of the other girls kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, their fingers brushing his arm just a little too long, trying to get his attention.

But it didn’t bother her as much as it would have in the past. Because the second those girls leaned in, Lando would turn to her, his eyes only on her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his ear. —You’re not going anywhere, Lan.—

He chuckled, nipping at her ear in return. —Never, Ames.—

As the night wore on, the party’s energy seemed to intensify. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing in every direction. But amidst the crowd, Lando and Amelie were like a little world of their own. They danced together, laughing and teasing, their bodies moving in sync to the beat. It was one of those nights where everything felt perfect, where the connection between them felt so natural, so easy.

Amelie felt the warmth of Lando's hand on her back as they danced, his touch sending electricity through her. The alcohol had loosened them both up, and their playful teasing grew a little bolder. Every time she laughed, Lando's eyes would light up, and every time she brushed her lips against his, his hands would find their way to her waist, pulling her even closer.

But she could feel the tension between them building—an energy that had been simmering under the surface for months, maybe longer. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way his hands lingered on her body, the way their kisses had become more urgent as the night wore on.

At one point, Lando leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice thick with desire. —You’re driving me crazy, Ames.—

Amelie shivered at the sound of his voice, her hands tracing the outline of his chest before sliding up to his neck. —Is that so?— she teased, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t deny the way he made her feel—the way his touch seemed to light her up from the inside out.

He smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to her neck that made her pulse quicken. —Yeah,— he murmured, his lips brushing her jaw. —You’ve been killing me with those looks all night.—

Amelie laughed softly, but the sound was shaky, the heat in her chest turning into something more. She felt her heart race as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck. —You’re such a flirt, Lan,— she whispered.

He chuckled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. —Only for you, Ames,— he said, his voice low and raspy.

But as the night went on, Amelie couldn’t ignore the way her body responded to his closeness, the way every touch, every kiss felt more urgent, more desperate. There was a tension building, a hunger that neither of them had been able to ignore for too long.

Eventually, they found their way to a quieter corner of the venue, far from the noise of the party. Lando backed her up against a wall, his body pressing into hers as his lips crashed against hers once more. The kiss was heated, urgent, as though neither of them could wait any longer.

Amelie felt the heat of his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging him closer. Every inch of her body seemed to crave him, and she could feel the same hunger in his every movement.

—Fuck, Ames…— Lando groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her tightly as though he couldn’t get enough. Amelie’s breath hitched in her throat, and she pressed her body even closer to his, feeling the hard heat of him against her.

She pulled away just slightly, her eyes meeting his, her lips swollen from the kisses. —Lando,— she breathed, her voice trembling with the need building inside her. —I think we need to get out of here.—

He nodded without hesitation, his gaze dark and intense. —Yeah,— he said, his voice rough. —Let’s go.—

They didn’t even look back as they made their way out of the party, their hands intertwined, hearts pounding in their chests. Neither of them said anything, but the silence between them was filled with anticipation.

Once they reached his hotel room, the door slammed shut behind them, and it was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Lando didn’t waste a second, pulling her toward him, his lips claiming hers again, more desperately this time. Amelie’s hands found the buttons of his shirt, tugging at them as she kissed him back with equal urgency.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands slip under her skirt, his touch sending shocks of desire through her. —Fuck, you feel amazing,— he whispered, his voice hoarse as his lips trailed down her neck.

Amelie moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the intensity of the moment, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

—Lando…— she breathed, her hands trembling as they explored his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he pulled her top and skirt over her head in one swift motion. The moment she was in just her underwear, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. His hands were everywhere, caressing her skin, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat as Lando hovered over her, his lips kissing a trail down her body. She arched into him, her hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

—Fuck, you’re beautiful,— he murmured, his lips brushing over her stomach.

Her body responded to his every touch, every kiss, and she pulled him back up to her lips, kissing him fiercely. Their hands were frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.

When they finally came together, it was electric. Every inch of their bodies connected, every kiss, every touch, every sigh filled with the tension and desire that had been building for so long. It was messy and intense, the need for each other overwhelming.

And when it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, breathless, their bodies pressed close. Amelie’s head rested against Lando’s chest, and he kissed the top of her head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back.

She smiled softly, her heart still racing. —That was… holy shit.—

Lando chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. —Told you I’d make you feel good, Ames.—

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landonorris: WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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ameliedayman: Finally, I get to kiss a winner. 🏆😏 Proud of you, champ. → landonorris: @ameliedayman Oh, I’m winning more than races tonight 👀.

fanspeedy: BRO FINALLY DID IT 🔥😭 WE BEEN WAITING SINCE 2019. → landofanboy69: @fanspeedy King secured the bag ON and OFF the track, no cap. 👀

minniemills: Tears in my eyes! Lando, you absolute legend. P1! 🏆 → landonorris: @minniemills Minnie, don’t cry, I’m barely holding it together myself. 😅

mclaren: And we said it: He’s built different. 🏆

taylorf1fan: Tears are streaming down my face 😭😭 LANDO REALLY DID IT. → lanmelie_endgame: @taylorf1fan He deserves it and we deserve this relationship reveal. 🙌👀

charles_leclerc: About time, mate. Just don’t think you’re catching me in Monaco 🥱 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc Watch me 😉

madisonbeer: KING SH*T 👑 So proud, Lando! → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer Right? I trained him well. 😉 → landoeditz_: @ameliedayman Girl, don’t play with us like that!

landohater69: Great, now his ego will be even bigger. 🙄

hayesgrier: Okay, Lando. We see you, trophy boy 🏆 Don’t forget who was rooting for you before you were cool. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier Bro, you didn’t even watch F1 until like a year ago 💀 → hayesgrier: @ameliedayman Details.

maxverstappen1: Guess I’ll let you have this one 😉 Congrats, bro! Enjoy the moment. → landonorris: @maxverstappen1 Appreciate it, Max.

landosbiggestfan_: HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER FOR AGES AND NOW THIS?! I’M LOSING IT

amelieupdates_: Soft launch? Babes, this was a HARD LAUNCH.

[whitexwolfxx310]

Hi. Request. A bucky or sebastian x fem reader. Soft wedding smut. Fluff. NO daddy or mommy kinks, for the love of God. NO! Thank you

Yes!!! I have been so excited to write something like this! I couldn't help but dive right into it! I hope you enjoy ♥️

||You're My Home||

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Your wedding night!

Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Oral sex F receiving, unprotected penetration, praise kink, FLUFFFFFFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This isn't a part of the BBWWS, but let me know what you think!

Spending the last year planning the intricate details of a wedding had you completely drained. Centerpieces, invitations, flowers… it sounds fun in theory, but was utterly exhausting.

Bucky did everything he could to be by your side every step of the way. Even the late nights when he came home from a mission to find you crying in the middle of the floor- that was littered with glue, glitter, ribbons, and card stock that was going to somehow come together to make the seating chart you had imagined in your head. He had this magic about him that would take the stress away, reminding you that the very core of all of this was your love for one another. He’d offer to help, and seeing him in all black leather covered with glitter was a sight to behold. You teased your fiancé, saying he should pitch that idea as a new uniform.

You held onto those little moments to help push you through the craziness of wedding planning. After all, the endgame was becoming Mrs. Barnes. And even though the big day got closer and closer, you never got over the sight of Bucky’s mothers ring on your finger.

But it all came together on a beautiful fall evening as you each stood at the end of a plush grass isle. That had been his one and only request- to be married outdoors in a wide open space. Bucky didn’t look when you first appeared, he was afraid. It wasn’t until the music played and Steve gave him a reassuring grip on his shoulder, did he brave a look.

He didn’t smile at first. His eyes took in every small detail; The bold white sheath dress that hugged your curves, the plunging sweetheart neckline that accented your breasts, the floral patterned lace that disappeared the further it fluttered down the dress. No, he didn’t smile. Not yet. Instead his teeth clenched and his lips slightly twitched as you started to walk towards him. Bucky’s ocean blue eyes now had a watery sheen to them, conveying just one simple word: ‘mine’.

When you were only just a few feet away from the sunflower and marigold decorated alter, he stepped forward to meet you. To hold your hand in his as you both take your last steps as each others fiancé. Standing face to face in front of a large group of people that suddenly seemed to disappear, you could only focus on the man in front of you. His pearly white teeth that gleamed as he now smiled, his eyes as bright as you’ve ever seen them, his infamous nose scrunch in excitement that made you fall in love with him in the first place, and that tanned, God-like skin that practically glowed under his all black suit. Every feature was enhanced from the too perfect watercolor sun as it started to set during your vows.

The minister hadn’t even finished the conclusion of the ceremony by saying ‘you may now kiss the bride’ before Bucky gently cupped both sides of your face and gave you the sweetest, heartfelt kiss. The beaming smiles on both of your faces almost made it impossible to press your lips together. Cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd, causing him to take you into his arms, dipping you down low as he maintained the kiss for show.

The evening was full of clinking utensils against glasses, music that had everyone dancing (even Bucky), and the ever so slightly guilty conscience you had from wasting such an amazing tasting cake by smushing it into his face. It went by so fast that it was practically a blur, and over far too soon.

Everyone sent you off in the picture perfect way; people lined up on both sides of the main entrance and held sparklers that just felt as though they were illuminating the newly married glow coming off of you both.

Driving back to the rented cabin for your wedding night was painfully slow. Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh as he drove, giving the occasional squeeze when his thumb wasn’t grazing against the soft white fabric.

Pulling into the drive, you can feel that the night has cooled. He quickly turns off the car and slightly fumbles as he runs around to open the car door for you. Holding out his hand, you take it into yours and allow him to help you out. After all, wedding dresses aren’t well known for their ability to move with you. Bucky picks you up, now holding you in traditional bridal style to bring you through the threshold. He kicks the door lightly, opening it and walking through, making you giggle as you held onto him.

“Thank you, husband.” You enunciate. He smirks, gently placing you back into your feet.

“You’re welcome, wife.” He reiterates the title also. You both laugh.

His eyes find yours, portraying the same look of adoration he has given you through the entire day, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. Your smile mirrored his own- but one side of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly started stepping backwards towards the bedroom. The faint clicking of your heels against the floor being your silent invitation.

Those sky blue eyes set ablaze, and without hesitation, he pulled at his black tie, shimmying the knot down until it was undone and fell to the floor. Bucky’s midnight black tuxedo jacket followed suit, starting to leave a trail of his clothes as he followed you into the bedroom.

He places his hands on each side of your waist and encourages you to turn around. Now with your back to him, he steps in close- the front of his body now pressing into yours. As you expose your neck, Bucky's lips kiss your collarbone, almost making you visibly shiver under his touch. He inhales deeply, as if somehow your scent has changed now that you're officially his. His lips leave small, butterfly soft kisses that trace up to your ear. Instinctively, warm fingertips trace along the lace seam on your lower back.

"You looked... so beautiful today," he breathed, as his fingers clasped the tiny zipper. "But, I would be lying if I said that I haven't been thinking about getting you out of this dress, all day." Your hips impulsively press back against his at the words. The fabric became less taut the more he pulled the zipper down.

That familiar combination of his warm and cool touch started to line your curves. Turning in Bucky's arms to face him, the dress pooled around your feet on the floor. After helping you out of the mesh layers, Bucky drops to his knees in front of you as he admires your new revealed outfit- a strapless, shortened, white flower patterned corset with a matching lace thong and garter belt to hold up thigh high stockings. Placing a firm kiss on your stomach, his head tilts up so he can look at you through hooded eyes- his lower lip still tugged down against your belly slightly.

"God, you're gorgeous. Just...perfect. And mine." The last word changed his tone from admiration to instant primal. He was back on his feet, hands already starting to roam your body. In return, you grip the collar of his dress shirt, pulling his face down closer to yours. Even in heels, you're significantly shorter than him.

"I love you, Bucky. You're everything I've ever wanted, needed, and more." You say, in a small voice- your lips so close to his that they just barely touched with each word you spoke. Not even waiting for a response, you purse your lips to his as you start to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt.

His warm tongue skims against yours- and now you're even more impatient that his naked body isn't already on top of yours. Taking a fist full of the shirt from both sides, you pull as hard as you could- buttons flying, leaving his chest bare. Bucky's lips didn't leave yours as you pushed the shirt down his arms, letting it drop to the floor.

Stepping forward, he supports your body- laying you down on the bed. His hips press firmly between your legs, and even through his dress pants you could feel that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him; Causing the recognizable throbbing in your lower core to make it's first appearance. His palm presses flat against your upper chest, feeling your heart as it starts to beat faster, for him.

Using his palm as guidance, his lips now trail behind his hand as it coasts lower on your body. Your sternum, beneath your ribs, your belly button, and just above your underwear. While his lips left creamy, soft kisses- the small amount of stubble on his chin tickles, causes you to wriggle slightly under his touch. You exhale all of the air out of your lungs as he plants one faint kiss on top of the thin fabric between your legs. The warmth from his breath has your body completely in his control; your back arching off the bed, aching for more of his touch.

Moving the fabric to the side, he gives one more exposed, tongue filled kiss- causing your breath to hitch. You force yourself to look down, taking the upmost gratification of seeing this man's, your man's, face between your thighs. Bucky ran his warm pointer finger through your folds, grinning with approval of how wet you already are. His ribbed tongue swirls as he licks and sucks smoothly- your hips grind softly, working with his motions.

At first your moans are sigh like and gradually turn into small whimpers. It's a small game Bucky likes to play- teasing and edging almost to the point it will drive you insane. But the orgasms that snowball through you over and over again make it so worth it. He glides over that one sweet spot that makes your entire body tense.

"Don't stop," You sigh, struggling to maintain breathing as your nails start grabbing into his full head of hair. He gives a small 'Mmm' in response, the hum from his throat practically echoing in your rib cage.

Keeping the gradual brushing of his tongue, your entire body starts to come off of the bed. Your toes point downward as you fail in remembering how to breathe- Bucky's arms tense around your thighs as you start to wriggle, holding you in place as you ride through the wave of pent up tension.

A combination of his name delicately wrapped in moans escape your mouth. Even after what seems like relentless energy waves rolling through your body, his tongue doesn't stop- but instead becomes softer and silky, twirling so gently around your extremely sensitive and swollen clit. Only once does your body shudder at each pass of his tongue does he stop.

The coolness of the air replaces where his mouth was as he kneels on the bed. Bucky pulls on his belt buckle, the metal rattling as it comes undone and gets thrown onto the floor. At some point, your thong had been ripped off. Being the skilled lover that he is, his pants are already being tugged off as he moves to hover over you. His sweet- yet salty, lips are on yours; his tongue massaging your own as you both taste yourself through the kiss.

Reaching down between your legs, you grasp and start to stroke him slowly. He breathes into the kiss at your touch and as you adjust your body underneath him. You guide the tip of him to your entrance, rubbing it maliciously slow up and down your folds to lubricate him, with you. The most delicious sound reverberates in his throat as his hips gently press forward, his silent plead. Not being able to resist much longer yourself, you start to guide him inside of you.

A unanimous moan is breathed out between the two of you as he presses in. In an attempt to make himself slick, Bucky pushes in, and then pulls out- repeating this movement until the majority of his length is inside of you. You're so tight that he can't fit in all the way just yet.

His hips rock gingerly against your own, starting off gradually as your internal walls expand to adjust around his intimidating size. The abdominal throbbing didn't stay dormant for long once Bucky found his rhythm. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead into your own. His breathing becomes heavier as your whimpers morph into moans- moans transform into broken 'oh's'.

This being your second orgasm makes it more intense; and Bucky knows well enough to keep his pace. Changing anything in the moment could cause him to start over again. Not that he would mind.

"Just like that," he breathes, and gently strokes your cheek. And you start to crumble all over again at the smoothness of his words. Your nails dig into his slick and muscled back for stability- your stomach re-living that rollercoaster drop feeling. The sounds coming from you are becoming shaky and high pitched. Bucky presses his lips back into yours, swallowing your sharp whines of pleasure.

He doesn't allow you time to come back down from this high; instead he repositions you both. Bucky is now slightly leaned back on his knees with you straddled on top of him, nice and close.

"One more?" He asks with a smug smile, already taking on the challenge regardless.

Your throat is so dry, your vision still semi blurred- and yet, how can I say no?

His hands grip onto your hips- your bodies forming a V. No movement involved, you can feel the incline of him in this position- with every tiny motion, his tip is going to caress against your G-spot in this alignment.

The first, slow grind makes Bucky hiss. He's deeper, you feel tighter. This isn't going to take long at all... for either of you.

Allowing his hands to guide your hips, you move along to his pattern. The combination of both internal and external stimulation already has you unable to think straight. Your body shudders a little more fiercely this time- Bucky's fingers dig into your skin more as he grunts through his breath. You can feel the pulsing, warm sensation inside as he comes- making him feel even more slick. His body convulses slightly until all that is left is excessive breathing and sticky, sweaty skin between you both.

Bucky's hands cup your face- the cold from his metal hand being more than welcome. "God, I love you." He says, then presses his lips against yours. And in this moment, you realize that every night for the rest of your lives could be like this. This intense, this passionate- forever.

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[semisgroupie]

these kisses ain’t free (you gotta pay with your body)

guitarist!sukuna x groupie!fem. reader

wc: 2.9k

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, slight dubcon, light choking, biting, fingering (f!receiving), light praise, risky sex, almost caught, sukuna keeps your panties, sukuna calls reader “pretty”

synopsis: meeting your favorite guitarist backstage comes at a cost

a/n: if you recognize the title then I’m smooching you so hard. the banner is from Pink Heart Jam and the colors are from sukuna’s manga cover from vol. 14!!

This was never originally part of the plan. You came to the concert solely focused on seeing and enjoying your favorite band perform in person. Then, your plans shifted and here you were plotting a way to sneak backstage.

When the announcement first came out about The Cursed going on tour in your city, you jumped at the opportunity to get the best seats possible. You also wanted to get the VIP tickets as well but they were just too expensive.

The day of the concert finally came and you were beyond excited. You couldn’t wait to see them in action, especially Sukuna, the band’s lead guitarist. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you fell for him. Then watching his interviews, live performances, and seeing parts of his personality just made you fall for him more. What wasn’t there to love about him? And to finally see him in person? You couldn’t wait.

While you were waiting on line to enter the venue, you heard a group of people ahead of you talking about what the VIP experience was like. Hearing about how you could take photos with the members, get whatever you wanted signed by them, talk to them for a little bit and what really got your attention was when they started talking about Sukuna. Talking about the cologne he had on, how messy his hair looked, how his muscles looked with the sleeveless shirt he had on, you just wanted to see it all for yourself. That’s when the gears really started turning in your head.

You had been to the venue plenty of times for other concerts and you used to date a guy who used to be a security guard for the venue so he showed you some little secret routes and passageways. You had forgotten most of the specific routes but you were sure you could figure them out.

You were finally inside and made your way to your section and row, it gave you a perfect view of the stage and you felt the adrenaline rush through your body. You could finally see Sukuna. After 20 minutes the lights finally shut off and you heard a very familiar voice booming through the speakers, “who’s ready for a hell of a show tonight? The moment you’ve all been waiting for is finally here and I want to hear you all scream!” Cheers, cries and screams erupted as the lights came back on and all the members of the band were on stage. You looked at each of the members, Suguru at the drums, Mahito on bass, Satoru at the head of the stage with the microphone in his hand and finally, Sukuna.

He had a black sleeveless shirt that outlined his abs and jeans that hugged his legs in all the right places. Your eyes traveled along the tattoos on his arms, they were perfect just like him. You screamed his name loudly and for a moment it seemed like he acknowledged you, throwing a wink your way before he started playing.

You don’t think you had ever screamed that much in your life. You sang along with every song and your eyes never left Sukuna. You watched as his skin got damp with sweat and pink strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. As they finished their last song, you felt a wave of sadness. You enjoyed yourself so much and the concert was better than you imagined it would be. “Alright! You guys were fucking amazing! I think you guys have been the best crowd we’ve had so far! Thank you!” Satoru set the mic back on the stand and stepped back while Sukuna stepped closer to his mic.

“Thank you for an amazing show, now you all know what time it is.” He reached into his pocket and held up a couple guitar picks. At the end of every show he always threw some guitar picks at the audience for some lucky fans to keep. Your heart started beating as he walked along the stage and started tossing them. You watched each one go in different directions and none of them made their way towards you. You lost all hope of receiving one as he tossed the last one and sighed as he made his way back to his mic. “Now, I’m doing something a little different tonight,” he reached into his pocket again and pulled out another pick, holding it up, “this is the pick I normally use for practice and it is signed. Don’t kill each other for it.” He started walking along the stage and stood close to where your section was before tossing it. Your eyes widened as you lifted your arms up to catch it and felt it hit your hand. You closed your fist and brought it close to your chest and screamed loudly as you looked at it.

“Goodnight! Stay safe. We love you!” Suguru’s voice echoed throughout the venue and everyone started moving out. You heard mumbles and complaints about the pick and about you getting it but you were just on cloud nine. You started walking out with everyone and you looked around. There had to be a door somewhere where there wasn’t security and somewhere no one was really paying attention to. You continued walking and then you found it, there was a black door that was just a crack open. If you weren’t looking for it then you definitely wouldn’t have found it. You looked around before slowly drifting away from the crowd of fans to the door. You grabbed the knob and opened it a little more to slip through before closing it behind you.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you started walking. It was dimly lit and you were completely disoriented but you continued to walk. After a few minutes of walking you saw a curtain and you moved closer and pushed it aside to look around. There you saw some stage hands moving a lot of the equipment. Your eyes widened as you continued to look around and saw the back of Satoru’s head as he walked into a room. “Holy shit” you muttered to yourself as you continued to watch everyone.

You should have been more aware, especially since you weren’t allowed there but you were just so caught up in the moment. “I didn’t think anyone knew about this entrance.” The voice was low and then you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you turned to look around and see who the voice belonged to. When you finally saw him, another gasp left you.

“Got lost?” A smirk was on his face as he looked at your shocked expression. You couldn’t believe that you were standing in front of Sukuna. You were completely starstruck as you looked at him while he stepped from behind you to the backstage area, in better lighting. At this distance you could see the smudged eyeliner at his eyes and his skin was still a little damp. “Hey, I asked you something so I would like an answer, or are you mute?”

You stumbled over your words for a moment before you regained your composure and stepped away from the curtain, closer to him. “I was just trying to find my way to the VIP event. I must have gone through the wrong door.” It was a poorly thought out lie and you knew that he saw right through it. “Really? Last time I checked, the VIP event was right before the concert and I definitely would’ve remembered someone like you.” His eyes scanned your body, focusing on how your skirt hugged your hips and thighs and how your shirt accentuated your chest. “Wanna try to answer my question again?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he shamelessly checked you out. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, “I couldn’t afford the VIP tickets and I thought I could sneak in backstage and meet you guys. Well, mainly meet you, you’ve been my favorite member since you released your first single.” The smug smile on his face grew as he stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. “Well, come into my dressing room with me. You want the VIP experience so I’ll give it to you.” You held onto his hand tighter as he led you to the room with the door that had his name labeled on it. He opened the door and let you walk inside then followed behind you, locking it for extra measure.

He nodded his head at the small sofa that was there and then sat down once you were seated. You didn’t know how to react, one second you thought that you were going to get dragged out by security and the next second you’re with the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. “So, tell me a little about yourself. Well besides the fact that you’re a horrible liar and you like to sneak backstage after concerts.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks again and started telling him about yourself. As you spoke, he continued to check you out and you watched as he tapped his freshly manicured fingers against the back of the sofa. You explained how you just graduated college and how you were working at a local office to just make some money until you could find something better and he nodded along but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

“Interesting. Smart and beautiful, good thing I was the one that found you and not security. But what was the real reason you wanted to sneak back here? Not just for a little chat and some pictures right? I mean, look at that outfit, you got all dolled up and we can’t let that go to waste.” He moved closer to you and placed a hand on your thigh, you watched his tattooed hand move up and under your skirt, close enough to your pussy. He leaned in close and looked into your eyes as he finally pressed his fingers against your covered slit. You sucked in a breath and he leaned in to kiss you as he pulled your panties to the side and moved his fingers up and down your folds to collect your wetness on them before he pushed two fingers inside you. You moaned against his lips and lifted your hands up to hold onto his shoulders.

You dug your nails into his skin making him groan and he broke the kiss to start trailing open mouthed kisses along your neck. Moans and whimpers of his name left your lips as he pumped his fingers. He heard his name being yelled every night he was on tour but hearing it fall from your lips sounded so much sweeter. He bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder and licked over the spot before pulling his fingers out of you. He looked at his fingers before bringing them to his mouth, sucking on them with a groan. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and then brought them to yours, pushing them inside and thrusted them for a moment before pulling them out.

“You taste so sweet f’me.” He leaned in to peck your lips and gently pushed you back so you could lay against the sofa. He flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties down then kneeled between your legs and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was huge, a lot bigger than your little dildo hidden away in your nightstand drawer. He spit on his hand and stroked it, chuckling at your reaction. “Don’t look so surprised, pretty. I’ll make sure it fits just right.” He leaned in and pressed his cock against your lips and started thrusting, giving himself a pussyjob.

He groaned and threw his head back at the feeling and you started to move your hips to grind against him. Little mewls and whines left your lips. You had to try to restrain yourself because you were sure that the walls weren’t soundproof and you were sure that some of the other band members were still in their rooms. You didn’t want to risk getting caught. He continued to thrust against your folds then he gripped the base of his cock and aimed it at your dripping entrance. He bit his bottom lip as he started pushing the tip in and you arched your back. He moved his hands down to your thighs and kept them spread as he continued to push his cock into you. “Keep your legs open f’me pretty, I’m gonna make you feel real good and I wanna see how this pretty pussy stretches around my cock.”

He continued to push into you, stretching you more and more as he filled you. It hurt so good and the moans didn’t stop leaving you. He kept going slow until he was about halfway inside you, that was when he slammed the rest of his length inside you. A loud cry left you and he quickly moved his hands, moving one hand around your throat and moved the other to rub your clit while he leaned in to press his lips against yours. He stilled his hips as you began to relax around him. He pulled away and squeezed the sides of your throat. “You can’t be so loud, if the rest of the guys found out that I snuck you in here, I’m sure they’ll want a piece of you too. I’m not the sharing type, especially with a pretty piece of ass like you. So be quiet f’me and enjoy the feeling of this fat cock in your tight pussy.”

He groaned as he started thrusting and he kept his hand at your throat. The feeling was overwhelming, you couldn’t believe it. You were getting fucked by your favorite guitarist. Choked out moans left you each time he bottomed out and he hit your sweet spot expertly. His muscles tensed and his hair started sticking to his forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrust. You were in the throes of pleasure when there was a sudden knock at the door.

Your eyes widened and your heart started racing. “Hey, we’re gonna grab something to eat and head to the hotel, gonna join us?” It was Mahito at the door, you could recognize his voice from anywhere. “Nah, I have some things to wrap up here but just pick something up for me. Get me a burger and fries and I’ll pick it up from you later.” He replied effortlessly as if he wasn’t fucking you, as if his cock wasn’t bullying its way into your cock with each thrust. “Got it, see ya!” You faintly heard the footsteps go away and Sukuna leaned down, squeezing your throat again.

“What a sweet little slut you are, clenching around me even tighter at the risk of being caught. Maybe I should share you with the rest of the guys.” He groaned by your ear as his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You brought one hand up and held onto his arm while your legs started to tremble. Your impending orgasm kept building each second, “Sukuna, I’m so close.” He continued to thrust into you and rubbed your clit as he continued to pound into you. The sounds of your skin slapping and the slick sounds of your pussy filled the dressing room, “I know you’re close, pretty. Your pussy is just telling me how good she feels, I can hear it.”

You clenched around him tighter at his words and he started thrusting faster and harder. It wasn’t long before you came undone underneath him, you let out a strangled cry of his name and he thrusted a few more times before filling you with cum. He removed his hand from your throat and panted as he held onto the cushions of the sofa by your head. His eyes scanned your face and he leaned down to peck your lips before slowly pulling out of you. He walked over to grab some tissues and helped clean you off then helped you to your feet. He tucked himself back into his pants and you looked around for your panties. You finally grabbed them and you were about to put them on until they were snatched from your hands, “I’ll be keeping this. You got my practice pick as a souvenir, so I’ll be keeping this.” He shoved them into his pocket and winked at you.

“This is one of my favorite cities so the band and I will be staying here for a few more days before hitting the road for our next show” he trailed off as he went to rummage through some papers and started writing something down on one of them. He looked over the paper then handed it over to you, “here’s where we’re staying and there’s my phone number. Ring me if you want another round with your favorite rockstar. Maybe I’ll feel generous next time to let the rest of the guys watch but I’ll need a better taste of you.” He pulled you close and kissed you, letting one of his hands roam to your ass to get a firm squeeze of it before pulling away.

“I’ll be expecting you soon, pretty.”

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[lowdownlolo]

Hi! I was wondering if you’re open to Fred Weasley requests.

My idea involves Fred and the reader, where the reader can play the guitar and performs a song like ‘Perfect Two’ or ‘All About Him’ by Auburn. I imagine there could be some Muggle items in the wizarding world, making it possible. Fred is completely captivated, even enchanted, by the performance.

I think the scene would fit perfectly in the Great Hall or the Courtyard, with most of the students joining in and singing along.

I’ve had so many ideas for prompts lately based on playful, cheerful, school-love songs centered on Fred. If you’re interested, I’d be thrilled to share more with you!

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꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ | 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓁ℯ𝓎 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩, 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐦 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!

𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬: 𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲! 💋💖

The Courtyard of Hogwarts was alive with chatter, the warm hues of the setting sun painting the stone walls gold. Fred Weasley leaned casually against a pillar, his eyes scanning the crowd with his usual mischievous glint. But when he spotted you with a sleek acoustic guitar—a Muggle object no less—he straightened up, curiosity tugging at his grin.

You stood near a bench, adjusting the strings, a small crowd forming around you. Fred pushed off the pillar, weaving his way through the gathering students, until he was close enough to hear your soft voice.

“I thought I’d share something different tonight,” you said, your fingers brushing over the strings. “This is for everyone… but maybe one person in particular.”

Your eyes flickered over the crowd, pausing—just for a moment—on Fred. He felt his heart jolt, but he quickly masked it with a smirk, tilting his head like he wasn’t fazed.

Then, you began to play.

The first strum of the guitar sent a ripple through the air, the melody delicate and captivating. Your voice followed, soft but strong, carrying the words to “Perfect Two”.

Fred forgot how to breathe.

The crowd swayed to the music, their voices joining in as the chorus rolled around:

“You can be the peanut butter to my jelly…”

Fred’s lips quirked up, and he found himself singing under his breath, his gaze locked on you. But he wasn’t alone in watching—students were enchanted by your performance, swaying, laughing, and belting out the lyrics.

Your eyes met Fred’s again as you sang the line, “You’re the one I wanna marry.”

Fred’s smirk faltered for half a second, replaced by something softer, deeper. His gaze was steady, unwavering, like he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

By the time the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause. Fred clapped too, but his eyes never left you. He didn’t realize his heart was racing until he took a steadying breath.

“You’ve got a bloody gift,” he said when he finally made his way to you, his voice lower than usual.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling shyly as you adjusted the strap of your guitar.

Fred stepped closer, his usual cocky demeanor melting into something quieter, more intent. “That wasn’t just good. That was… magic.”

You laughed softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Says the wizard.”

His grin widened, but there was something new in his eyes, a warmth that sent a flutter through your chest. “I’m serious,” he said, leaning in slightly. “You’ve got everyone here enchanted, but I think you might’ve done me in completely.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away. “Maybe that was the plan,” you teased lightly.

Fred chuckled, his voice low and smooth. “Oh, I see how it is. Dangerous, are you? Coming in here with your Muggle tricks, making us all swoon.”

“And what if I was singing for you?” you said, surprising even yourself with the boldness.

Fred’s breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Then I’d say you’ve got excellent taste.”

Your heart raced as his eyes searched yours, a glint of mischief and something deeper in their depths. The applause and chatter of the students around you faded into the background, the two of you caught in a moment that felt like it was just yours.

“You know,” Fred murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before snapping back to your eyes, “if you keep this up, you’re going to have to perform every night. For me, at least.”

You laughed, the sound light and breathless. “Guess I’ll need to come up with a few more songs, then.”

Fred’s grin turned lopsided, his confidence returning. “Don’t worry. I’ll be front row every time.”

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[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "Tales & Teas"

Warnings [This Story Contains Yandere themes, Rude Remarks and Royal Sass]

Y’all, I’m obsessed with this! I had to drop everything and jump straight into it!

Materialist

Part 2

Get ready for a wild ride of sharp wit, royal secrets, and hilarious tall tales as a commoner’s stories unknowingly catch the attention of a crown prince in disguise sparking an unforgettable rivalry with sparks flying!

Y/N’s POV

It’s been two days since my last comedy show in the streets. Not that I could keep doing it every day it’s more of a hobby than a job, though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the little pouch of coins it brought in. But my reality is far from glamorous. I live and work in a pleasure house, not as one of the women, thank the gods, but as a servant. Apparently, the scars on my body didn’t make me "appealing" enough for the job.

To say I was heartbroken would be the world’s biggest joke. I was ecstatic. Though being a servant here isn’t exactly a stroll through a blooming sakura grove. There are whispers, sneers, and enough passive-aggressive remarks to fill a comedy sketch.

Speaking of which, as I was scrubbing down one of the rooms freshly vacated by a … gentleman caller, Yumei's voice echoed through the hallway, sharp and dripping with condescension.

"Make sure to actually clean this time, Y/N. Last time, I almost slipped on the dust you left. Or was that just your cooking? Hard to tell."

I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain. Yumei our house’s crown jewel was in high demand, which meant her ego was inflated to the size of the emperor’s palace. I wanted so badly to say, "Loosen up, oh wait… you’re already too loosened up to be loose around me!" But I kept my mouth shut, choosing instead to snicker at my own inner wit. One day, Yumei. One day.

For now, I had to focus on surviving.

Author’s POV

Despite it being 9 PM, the streets were alive, bustling with energy. Lanterns lined the pathways, their golden glow reflecting off the polished cobblestones. Merchants hollered their wares, children dashed between crowds, and gossip swirled like the aroma of sweet buns. The reason for the chaos? An announcement from none other than the Crown Prince himself. He’d planned a grand tea party in a few days, and every vendor, seamstress, and noble in the district was scrambling to impress him.

Y/N, however, wasn’t here to fawn over royalty. She was here for the coins. And for the thrill.

Climbing onto her makeshift stage a wobbly crate that somehow hadn’t collapsed under her weight yet—she cleared her throat dramatically.

"Ahem, ahem! Attention, esteemed citizens of… wherever this is!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. Y/N had become something of a local legend, known for her sharp wit and theatrical flair.

"Now, I hear there’s a certain tea party happening soon. The Crown Prince is hosting, no less. How thrilling!"

She clasped her hands to her chest in mock reverence.

"Can you imagine the grandeur? The elegance? All those noble ladies sipping tea with their pinkies out, trying not to spill while balancing their egos on the table!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

"And the Crown Prince himself! Oh, what a sight he must be! Sitting there, all regal and mysterious, probably pondering the great mysteries of life. Like, ‘Why does tea taste better when someone else pours it?’”

The crowd cackled, a few of them clutching their stomachs.

"But let’s be honest. The real reason for the party? He’s probably trying to find a wife who won’t mind him napping through royal meetings."

Before the crowd could recover from their laughter, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Or perhaps he’s looking for someone who doesn’t need a crate to feel tall."

Gasps rippled through the audience as they turned to see the white-haired man from two nights ago. Disguised in a simple yukata, his presence was unmistakable.

Y/N placed a hand on her hip, her grin widening.

"Oh, look, everyone! The Crown Prince’s number one fan has graced us with his presence again. Tell me, are you here to defend his honor or just to practice your flattery?"

The crowd oohed and cheered, sensing another round of verbal sparring.

"I’m here to make sure the Crown Prince isn’t slandered by a storyteller who clearly missed her calling as a jester."

The crowd erupted into laughter and whistles. Y/N raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down.

"A jester, huh? That’s rich coming from someone who looks like they spend more time in front of a mirror than in battle."

The crowd hollered, clapping and stomping in delight. Gojo smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

"And yet, here I am, commanding your attention without a single prop. What’s your excuse?"

Y/N leaned forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, sweetie, the only thing you’re commanding is pity. But don’t worry, I’m generous enough to share the spotlight with someone who needs it more."

The crowd howled, Gojo’s smirk deepened.

"Generous, are we? Then perhaps you’ll humor me and tell us how the Crown Prince is so dazzling, even the sun feels threatened."

Y/N’s grin turned mischievous.

"Dazzling? Oh, you mean blinding. Must be all that shining arrogance. I hear the enemy wears sunglasses into battle just to cope."

The crowd’s laughter was deafening. Gojo chuckled, clearly impressed by her quick wit. Walking closer, he lowered his voice so only she could hear.

"You're a bold woman, most wouldn’t dare."

Y/N tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with defiance.

"You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Otherwise, I’d have you begging for mercy."

The crowd, sensing the tension, cheered even louder as Gojo stepped forward, his posture confident.

"I’ll arrange our next meeting, storyteller. Don’t bore me."

Y/N stepped even closer, their faces mere inches apart.

"Bore you? You’ll be begging for more, just like you did tonight."

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. The crowd’s cheers faded into the background as their gazes locked. Then, with a sly grin, Gojo turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/N’s heart pounding in her chest.

As the night wore on, Y/N couldn’t shake the memory of his words, his smirk, and the promise of their next encounter. Little did she know, the Crown Prince wasn’t just intrigued by her wit he was utterly captivated.

Y/N's POV

In the entrance hall of the pleasure house, chaos reigned. Everyone was gushing and pushing forward, eager to hear what the royal servant had to say. Excitement crackled through the air like a midsummer storm.

“Maybe I’m invited to the grand tea!” Yumei squealed, her voice dripping with triumph. She twirled dramatically, basking in the chorus of congratulations from the other women.

I leaned against the wall, sighing to myself. I didn’t even want to listen. Whatever this was, it was none of my business or so I thought.

The royal servant, clad in a pristine uniform bearing the insignia of the royal family, cleared his throat, commanding silence. His voice rang out, smooth and authoritative.

"By the decree of His Highness, the Crown Prince of the royal family, it is hereby announced that on the day of the grand tea ceremony, you, Omori Y/N, are appointed as the official entertainer. You are granted the freedom to speak as you please, but with one condition do not bore me. These are the words of our esteemed Crown Prince himself."

Gasps rippled through the hall. My name being called was like a thunderclap in a clear sky. Yumei’s jaw dropped, her smug expression wiped clean off her face as all eyes turned to me, their shock and envy unmistakable.

I blinked, my broom slipping from my hands and clattering to the floor. "Wait, what?"

The hall erupted into shrieks of disbelief.

“Her?!” one of the girls yelped, her voice rising an octave.

“This has to be a mistake!” another wailed, clutching her chest as if the declaration had physically struck her.

Yumei’s face turned a deep shade of red, her composure crumbling as she sputtered, “How could someone like her—?”

I didn’t hear the rest. The royal servant gave me a pointed look, as if daring me to question the command. My heart raced, the weight of their stares pressing down on me.

Of all the things I thought would happen today, this was nowhere on the list.

[sehtoast]

Tender Threads CH3 (Homelander x OC)

chapter three: initiation

chapter directory | slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, spidersona as original character, original trans male character, smut, sublander

summary: time to make it official. speeches, crowds, and vought's guard dog watching his every move. better not mess up, bug boy.

Word was out by fault of a leak.  Before the official announcement by Vought, news outlets had plastered Spidey over every flat surface and digital medium possible.  It wasn’t the first time Ben had made international news, but it was the first time it was to a scale like this.  He’s been a hot subject since becoming one of the only ‘rogue’ supes to not choose outright crime, though vigilantism was still technically illegal.   But he had droves of public support and pretty much always has.

Spider-Man had been gasoline added to the fire in the debate of unlicensed heroes.  He wasn’t the first, but he was certainly one of the more popular ones– though Ben could never fathom why.  Within three years of first donning the mask, he found himself trending on social media on a nearly regular basis for reasons both good and bad.

Spidey Doesn’t Kill.  Spider-Man Saves Victims Before The Seven.

Debates on his morals or potential lack thereof.

He’s not getting paid for it, obviously he’s doing it because he’s a good guy. 

What if he’s just some sick freak that wants an excuse to beat up on people?  

It was… a lot.

But it’s never been anything like this.  At least the outrage of the handful of exceptionally vocal few was satisfying.  Especially that weird guy that runs The Bugle.

Ben was given a script for his formal introduction.  Vought was going all out.  A stage, cameras, a massive crowd…

It was fucking scary.

He’d met Stillwell a week prior.  Just do it the way Homelander does, she’d said to him.  As if it were that easy.  As if his entire life wasn’t just upended by both the world’s most powerful supe and conglomerate.

So here he stands, just a few blocks away from the stage in Central Park.  Waiting for his little queue.

He can hear her over the loudspeaker.  Insincerity and public posturing dripping from her voice like venom.

Ben hates these types.  He’s dealt with them a lot in his job– well, old job– and something about her was so… wrong.  The way she smiled at him when he lifted the pen from his contract, name forever etched, soul forever sold.  Maybe it was how soothing she tries to be.  Soft voice, gentle eyes, even though behind it all is just another soulless little–

“I am so thrilled to present to you,” she says, voice bouncing off buildings and into Benjamin’s ears.

His queue to jump, to dive low and arc high.

“The newest member of The Seven–”

Go, go, go!   Drag line– zip– push off the wall– dive, momentum, go for the spectacle!  Razzle dazzle ‘em, Ben! C’mon, Stillwell! Say it!  Say the fucking line!

“The Amazing Spider-Man!”

Just as the words fly off her tongue, Ben comes into full view of the crowd.  Cheers erupt like deafening thunder, seemingly drowning out the city.  He peers down as gravity corrects his display of performative agility, sending him on a dive toward the stage.

A zipline to the rafters is all he needs to stick the landing, a quick handstand to add that pizzazz that was demanded from him, and a web from which to dangle upside down as he waved like the good little performer he was.

It wasn’t without its own beauty.  Even upside down those signs were clear as day.

We Love You Spidey! 

You Saved Us!

NY ♥️s Spidey!

The cheers, the kids in shifty little homemade costumes, his signature hand gesture that releases his webbing being held high by thousands...

Even in the air, he couldn’t see the end of the crowd.

But there’s no time for his brain to blue-screen like this, especially not when Stillwell all but grabs him and directs him to the podium.

Oh fuck, public speaking.  Christ, Ben thinks to himself, okay, imagine them all in their underwear…

The roar of the crowd silences in mere seconds as they wait for him to speak.

Thank god for the mask.  And the podium… fuck, are my legs shaking?

“Hi, everyone.” Ben begins, clearing his throat awkwardly.  He had a lot to nail here.  Poise, confidence, and whatever else was gonna help make supes look competent enough to belong in that defense bill.  Yeah, Stillwell made sure he knew not to fuck up their future as Lockheed Martin’s biggest competitor.

One step out of line could be catastrophic.

“I just… I wanna start by thanking everyone, y’know?  Everyone here, out there, friends, family… the whole shebang.”  He starts, letting the thunderous applause run its course before moving on.  “But most importantly, I want to thank Vought for giving me this chance–”

Gag, gag, gag!  This is horrible!  Ben thinks to himself as he runs his script.  Part way through some babble about small beginnings, he notices a flash of red and white behind the proscenium wall of the stage.

Homelander’s here?

“I’m just so incredibly grateful to be standing here today, y’know?  I hope I make you folks proud.  Thank you,”  oh christ, here we go with the raw corporate vomit, “and god bless America!”

Blegh.

Ben takes the slightest step away from the podium, and it’s like a jet engine firing up right in the middle of the park.  Screams and cheers, applause and all sorts of noise making doohickeys.  Beside him, Stillwell ceases her own claps to gently guide him from the podium.  Then, the noise explodes.

Whatever fanfare was for Spidey becomes infinitely louder when those colors sway out from behind the wall.

“Oh, no!  Hey, you guys!”  Homelander shouts to the masses, his smile wide and happy as he makes his way to the microphone.  He claps a hand against Ben’s shoulder and pulls him back to the podium to stand with him.  “C’mon, let’s hear it for Spider-Man, eh?”

Homelander leans in as the deafening uproar picks back up.  “Bet’cha don’t get that as a vigilante, huh?”

Then, as the noise dies down, Homelander begins his own performance.

“I, for one, am incredibly glad to have this fella join our team. It’s unfortunate that Translucent was injured so badly by an unknown enemy during his last mission, and I swear to God that we’ll find whoever is responsible and bring them to justice!” Homelander pauses. “But, I know that Spidey here will bring his own incredible qualities to our team, and I very much look forward to working with him, and the rest of The Seven, to keep our country, and world, safe!”

Perfectly impassioned.  Voice strong, tone bold but somber for his incapacitated friend.  Humble and domineering, but worthy of adoration.

He’s one hell of a spectacle up close.

Homelander’s arm slings around Ben’s shoulders, indicating that he, too, should wave to the masses.  He was showing the world how friendly they are with one another despite the real deal behind the scenes.  Despite what he’d said and done to the bug.

Benjamin wasn’t going on a patrol tonight.  No, no… after today, all he wants to do is curl up and hibernate.  Maybe it was all of the dread and anxiety for his big reveal day that had weighed him down, but he felt so heavy.  There was no way he’d be able to resist a nap on a rooftop at this rate.

Besides, this was probably one of the last times he’d ever sleep a full night here.  Well, most of a full night, given his sixth sense’s tendency to rouse him at odd intervals.  

Vought was moving him in.  Sure he could keep the apartment, but what was the point?  All of his things were going to be transferred by Vought’s moving services, so all he really had to do was pack everything up even though he technically didn't actually have to– the moving team would handle everything.  Not that there was much he could have in a studio apartment, but…

He’d gotten as far as boxing up his clothes, but everything else was still as is.

Instead of doing more, though, he just grabs that same guitar whose strings Homelander nearly broke, lays back, and picks a melody until drowsiness turns to pure exhaustion.

Unaware of the eyes watching him through the walls.

The boy was… a curious thing.  Obligation had turned to fascination, fascination became fixation, and fixation became obsession a little too quickly for his liking.  But that didn’t stop Homelander from continuing with his observations.  

It never does.

He was almost grateful that killing the bug was off the table completely.  Had he done so in that alley, he wouldn’t be here now, being practically serenaded– well, all except for some singing that Benjamin has yet to unknowingly perform for him.  Everything he’d seen over the last few weeks had driven him insane.  

Why in the hell would such an extraordinary supe choose this?   The mundane, the boring, the simple.

The mud.

He could have been so much more so long ago!  And Vought?  Vought waited this long to pursue and sign him?  What a fucking joke!  Homelander would’ve taken him over Starlight in a second had they pitched him earlier.  He supposes, though, that it was because they had been taking formal auditions back then…

But what a specimen this Benjamin was turning out to be.  So bold, yet so timid.  So happy and sad all at once.  Human, yet impeccably super.  And so very fun to watch live his boring little life.  Homelander will almost miss watching the web-head scramble to make it to work on time, swinging around the city in his cheap dress shirt, spider suit stuffed in a backpack, and then doing that stupid job as a… oh, what was it..?  Some kind of tech bullshit, whatever it was.  

Suffice it to say, it’ll be magnificent with the bug living in the same building soon.  Easier to observe that way.

[yourlittlegoblin]

{When the Wind Weeps} Venti x Reader

Guys girls gays listen I am too tired to be trying to come up with a whole ass song just for the reader to sing to Venti so I'm gonna have reader sing "Soldier, Poet, King" by The Oh Hellos because its such a Mondstadt song and it just fits so well with Venti. Plus I can not forget that Venti AI cover of that song so I just had to. Anyways this is a fem!reader and you are free to read this if you'd like. So anyways I hope you enjoy!!

As you add the final flourish to the last line of your song, the bustling energy of the Windblume Festival surrounds you, filling the air with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers, and the faint hum of distant melodies. Your quill lingers over the parchment for a moment, hesitant yet excited. You read the words again, imagining how Venti will react.

Will he laugh? Will he playfully tease you? Or will he… actually like it? The thought makes your cheeks warm, and you quickly shake it off.

Satisfied with the lyrics, you carefully roll up the parchment and tuck it into the small pouch resting on your desk. Turning toward the mirror, you smooth out your hair before slipping into a flowy dress that sways lightly with your every move. The soft fabric feels perfect for the festival, complemented by a few feathered accessories that remind you of the free-spirited bard himself. You smile at your reflection, fiddling with a feather pin that catches the light just right.

“Alright,” you murmur to yourself, nerves buzzing under your skin as you sling on your guitar behind you. “Time to find him.”

The streets of Mondstadt are alive with festival-goers, stalls bursting with colorful bouquets and delectable treats. Children dart between adults, giggling as they toss flower petals into the air. You weave through the crowd, the vibrant energy making your heart race.

As you reach the town square, you spot him instantly. Venti stands atop a small makeshift stage, his teal eyes sparkling mischievously as he strums his lyre and serenades the crowd with a lively tune. The way he moves—effortless and full of joy—captures the very essence of freedom.

You pause at the edge of the crowd, watching him with a fond smile. His voice carries over the chatter of festival-goers, pulling everyone in like a gentle breeze. It's as if the entire world fades away, leaving only his music and the bright, open sky above.

The song ends with a flourish, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause. Venti bows dramatically, his signature grin spreading across his face. You take a deep breath, steadying the nerves that twist in your stomach.

This is it.

You step forward, weaving through the crowd as Venti begins tuning his lyre for the next song. When his eyes finally meet yours, his grin widens, and he waves enthusiastically.

“Ah, my lovely muse!” he calls out, his voice carrying effortlessly over the noise as he strums a few notes of joy. “What brings you here on this fine festival day? Come to steal the spotlight from little ol’ me?”

You step closer, the pouch with your song clutched tightly in your hand. “Actually,” you begin, feeling a bit self-conscious under his playful gaze, “I was wondering if… tonight, instead of you playing a song for me, I could play a song for you.”

That stops him. His lyre stills in his hands, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer, more curious.

“For me?” he repeats, his voice carrying an unfamiliar note of genuine astonishment. A moment later, his grin returns, though this time it’s laced with mischief. “My muse, serenading me? Oh, how the tables have turned!”

Before you can respond, Venti closes the distance between you, leaning in and peppering your face with a flurry of feathery kisses. “What did I do to deserve this?” he coos dramatically, his arms draping around your shoulders as though he’s already swooning.

“Venti—” you protest, half-laughing, half-trying to push him off, but he’s relentless. Each kiss lands with exaggerated affection, leaving your cheeks burning.

“Wait, wait, one more!” He plants a final, lingering kiss on your lips, effectively silencing your half-hearted protests. When he pulls back, his teal eyes sparkle with sincerity. “If my muse wishes to play me a song, how could I ever refuse? Luck to you, my dearest star, though I doubt you’ll need it.”

He gently takes your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m already certain it’ll be the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard,” he adds, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone.

His words send your heart soaring, and you can only hope your song will live up to his expectations.

The two of you switch places, Venti stepping off the stage and disappearing into the lively crowd with a bounce in his step. He throws you one last encouraging wink before settling into a spot near the front, arms crossed playfully as if he’s ready to critique you — but the soft smile tugging at his lips betrays nothing but excitement.

You take a steadying breath and move to the center of the stage, your fingers gripping the smooth wood of your guitar. The crowd buzzes with curiosity, their murmurs filling the air, but you focus on one familiar face among them — teal eyes that glitter like stars, urging you forward.

Slipping the sheet of lyrics from your pouch, you glance over the words one last time before setting it down on a small stand beside you. With a deep breath, you position your fingers on the strings and begin to strum. The first notes ripple through the square, quieting the audience almost instantly.

Your voice rings out, clear and steady:

“There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh, Lord, he will tear your city down, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord.”

The crowd starts to sway, enchanted by the melody. A few children tug on their parents’ sleeves, pointing toward you with wide eyes, while others close their eyes, letting the music wash over them.

You glance briefly at Venti, who now stands with his arms uncrossed, leaning slightly forward as though he doesn’t want to miss a single word. His usual carefree grin is gone, replaced by something deeper, almost reverent.

You push through the next verse, the strumming of your guitar growing bolder as your confidence builds:

“There will come a poet whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh, Lord, he will slay you with His tongue, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord.”

A few people clap along with the rhythm now, their hands creating a soft beat to accompany your song. Laughter bubbles in small pockets of the crowd, the kind of laughter that comes from delight rather than mockery. It’s infectious, and you feel your lips twitching into a smile as you continue.

As you move into the final verse, your gaze locks with Venti’s again. His eyes glisten, reflecting not just the flickering lights of the Windblume Festival but a well of emotion you hadn’t expected to see.

“There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David’s boy, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord Oh-lei, oh-lai, oh-lei, oh, Lord, smeared with oil like David’s boy, oh-lei, oh-lai, oh, Lord.”

The last note lingers in the air, soft yet powerful, before fading into silence. The crowd erupts into applause, cheers and whistles ringing through the square, but you barely register it. Your focus is on Venti, whose hands are clasped together, his expression unreadable for a moment.

Then he steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate. When he reaches you, he gently takes the guitar from your hands, setting it aside before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You—” His voice cracks slightly, and he pauses, burying his face into your shoulder. After a beat, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears and his smile softer than you’ve ever seen it. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, my muse.”

He cups your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “The melody, the lyrics… everything. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

The crowd fades into the background as he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice low enough that only you can hear it. “For sharing something so beautiful with me.”

[yourmomsawh0r3]

ESPRESSO

pedro pascal x female reader

face card is sabrina carpenter

The stadium buzzed with the anticipation of thousands of fans, their cheers echoing through the venue as the lights dimmed. Y/N stood backstage, heart racing with excitement and nerves. she had planned something special. In the front row, Pedro Pascal watched her every move, his heart swelling with pride and something more profound he couldn't quite name.

As the opening chords of "espresso” filled the air, Y/N stepped onto the stage, her voice pure and powerful. She poured her heart into the performance, her eyes seeking Pedro's in the crowd. When their gazes locked, a current of electricity passed between them.

Pedro's smile grew wider with every note she sang. He remembered the first time they met, how her laughter had been infectious, and how he had instantly felt a connection. Watching her now, he saw not just the incredible artist she was but the woman who had stolen his heart.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh

Is it that sweet? I guess so

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso

Move it up, down, left, right, oh

Switch it up like Nintendo

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know

That's that me, espresso”

Y/N's voice wavered slightly as she sang the chorus, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She had chosen this song for a reason, hoping Pedro would understand the unspoken words in the lyrics. This tour had been a whirlwind, and they had spent too much time apart. She wanted him to know that no matter where her career took her, he was always in her heart.

Pedro felt his throat tighten, moved by the vulnerability in her performance. He could see how much this moment meant to her, and it made him fall even more in love with her. Her strength, her passion, her ability to touch so many lives with her music it was awe-inspiring.

As the song reached its climax, Y/N's voice soared, wrapping the audience in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes, singing the final lines with all her heart, imagining Pedro beside her, holding her close.

When the last note faded, the crowd erupted in applause, but Y/N only had eyes for Pedro. She blew a kiss his way, a silent promise that their love would endure, no matter the distance or challenges.

Pedro's eyes shone with tears as he mouthed back, "I love you." He knew that what they had was special, a connection that transcended the ordinary. As Y/N took her final bow, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having her in his life.

Later that night, as they sat together in the quiet of her dressing room, Pedro held her close, their fingers intertwined. "You were incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "You always are."

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “ I wrote that song for you.”

Pedro pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with love. “i know, and i heard every word i'm not going anywhere, Y/N. We'll make this work, no matter what."

In that moment, surrounded by the afterglow of her triumphant performance and the warmth of Pedro's love, Y/N knew they could face anything together. And as they shared a quiet kiss, she felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that with Pedro by her side, her heart would always have a home.

The tour bus rumbled along the highway, the lights of the city fading into the distance as Y/N and Pedro settled into the plush leather seats at the back. The rest of the crew had retired for the night, giving them a rare moment of privacy. Pedro’s eyes never left Y/N, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and desire.

“You were amazing tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Y/N smiled, leaning into his touch. “I’m glad you were there. It made the night even more special.”

Pedro’s hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. “You know, you drive me crazy when you’re up there. All I could think about was getting you alone.”

Her breath hitched as his lips brushed against her ear. “Well, we’re alone now.”

The words hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Pedro’s hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He pressed his lips to hers, the kiss deep and hungry, filled with all the longing they had felt during their time apart.

Y/N responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other. Pedro’s hands slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her back.

He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his own dark with desire. “I want you, Y/N. Now.”

“Then take me,” she whispered, her voice breathless.

Pedro didn’t need any further encouragement. He lifted her onto his lap, her legs straddling his as he captured her lips in another searing kiss. Y/N could feel the heat of his body through their clothes, the tension building between them.

His hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements as she ground against him, both of them growing more frantic with each passing second. Y/N’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as Pedro’s mouth trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin.

She tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. Pedro obliged, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Y/N’s hands explored the hard planes of his chest, her nails leaving faint red trails in their wake.

Pedro’s hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and discarding it quickly. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her before him, her skin flushed with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, her love for him intensifying. “Show me how much you want me,” she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

Pedro’s eyes darkened further, his hands moving to unbutton her jeans. He slid them down her legs, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her. Y/N kicked them off, her breath hitching as Pedro’s fingers teased the edge of her panties.

He slipped them off slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

Y/N gasped as his fingers found her slick heat, his touch gentle but insistent. “Pedro,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his fingers working her expertly, bringing her closer to the edge. Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she lost herself in the sensations.

Pedro could feel her trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. He quickened his pace, his own arousal growing as he watched her unravel. “Cum for me, mami” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

With a cry of his name, Y/N’s body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Pedro held her close, his lips capturing her moans as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally came down, her body slumped against his, her breath ragged.

Pedro’s hands caressed her back, his touch soothing. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for the man holding her. “So are you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

Pedro’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he shifted her in his lap, his own need evident. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N’s eyes widened, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. “Then show me,” she challenged, her voice a breathless whisper.

With a growl, Pedro captured her lips in another fiery kiss, their bodies entwining as the tour bus continued its journey to the next city, leaving the world outside their bubble of passion and love.

hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏼

requests are now open!

[babyhuggy]

do you think you could do another imagine of rower!reader x luke hughes? maybe him calming her before a race? or cheering her on bc ncaa champs are in nj this year

aww i love this! i could totally see him being the one stressing out before a race, while reader is actually the calm one lol! also, sorry for taking a while to answer this, been super busy with training oops.. kinda took this prompt and ran with it, it’s a lil long for a blurb but i hope you like it nonetheless:)

“come on guys! the race starts soon and we need to be down by the last 250 so we can see her finish!” luke frantically walks ahead, while jack, quinn, and the rest of your family and friends follow behind him. with ncaa’s being hosted in new jersey this year, the hughes’ decided to stick around for a bit after their seasons ended t

you’re usually the calm one on race day, while Luke stresses out about the race way more than you do. he just wants everything to go perfectly for you and your team.

the scene in new jersey is wild. so many spectators are out watching the ncaa championships, with people wearing differing team gear as far as the eye can see.

luke finds your team’s support group, and makes a beeline for a close up spot near the finish line to settle down and support you. soon, the entire group is getting themselves ready to watch you race the last and most important race of the year.

“luke, do you want to hold this sign or should i?”

luke turns around to face jack, eyeing the “i’m y/n’s #1 fan” poster in his hands. luke, jack, and quinn had made the posters the night before, breaking the “let’s go incognito” rule the brothers had put in place years ago when going to sporting events.

“yeah I’ll hold it. as long as you hold the team sign” he tells jack, grabbing the poster out of his hand.

just then, and announcement that the race is about to start rings out to the supporters. the hughes family turns to face the jumbotron, where they can see your boat lineup, and the “attention, go!”

immediately, luke looks stressed. you’ve been his biggest supporter for years, and now he’s watching you compete in the ncaa championship alongside his whole family and yours.

as the race goes on, luke and your support group get more and more excited. your boat is doing really well and is in the lead. as your team crosses into the last 250 meters of the race, the cheering erupts. cow bells ringing, people screaming, crowds going crazy for the rowers that are putting everything on the line to win the national championship.

luke, normally a more reserved person, is at the center of the cheering. the hughes brothers are all eagerly cheering you on, holding the posters and ringing the cowbells. they’ve grown up with you, seen how hard you’ve worked for this, and have been your biggest supporters outside of your family. not only is luke super excited and nervous for you, but so is the entire hughes family.

in the midst of all the chaos, your team crosses the finish line first. you’ve won. you’re a national champion.

as you get off the dock and celebrate your win, luke and your families come to congratulate and celebrate with you.

luke picks you up, spins you around, and kisses you mid laugh. you’re elated, getting a national championship and being able to celebrate with your favorite people.

as soon as luke sets you back down, you’re surrounded by friends and family. jack and quinn squish you and luke into a hug, and your parents are all stood ready to congratulate you too.

this championship is something you’ve been working towards for a long time, and getting to celebrate that with the people you love is irreplaceable.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #50

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

The sound of Pomp & Circumstance filled the entire hall, weaving through the ears of proud parents and extended relatives. Backstage, the graduates stood in line, waiting for their turn on stage, but none was more excited than the one and only salutatorian, Patty Ward. Unlike most other people, Patty relished public speaking.

While the five valedictorians discussed their division of labor in the corner, Patty stood confident in the knowledge that she’d already practiced and memorized her speech over the previous week. She was going to kill - absolutely kill.

The valedictorians went up first, nearly tripping over each others’ gowns on the way to the podium. The tall one took out a stack of index cards and tapped them on the podium before flipping through them and handing them out to the other four.

“Wait, wait, wait,” the short one whispered. “Why do I have three cards? The rest of you only have two.”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” The blonde one asked. “We agreed that since you go last, you have to take the extra card.”

“Where was I when you made that decision?”

“You know what, actually,” the bearded one rubbed his hairy chin. “I think you might have been in the bathroom. But it’s just the closing remarks.”

“Guys!”

“Look, it’s not a big deal, I’ll take the extra card.” The brunette swiped the card from the short one and added it to her stack. “Can we please all get along? This is the last time we’ll all be in the same room together. It’s important.”

Patty agreed. In fact, she was counting on that fact for her speech.

The tall one approached the microphone first, and awkwardly read from his cards. His part of the speech was something about unity in the face of challenges, but it was brief since each of the valedictorians only got about twelve seconds for their portion of the speech.

The rest of them gave similarly stilted reads of their lines, which for valedictorians seemed poorly written and low effort. They just didn’t seem to have anything to say.

Single file, the five of them left the stage, and Patty knew it was her turn. She got a whole minute all to herself. She confidently approached the podium, staring out into the massive crowd of faceless silhouettes. There was no need to ‘imagine them in their underwear’, or whatever people always said to do. Each person ceased to be human, ceased to be an individual with complex thoughts and motives. They were all part of the hive mind known as the audience. If one laughed, all laughed. A clap could begin anywhere and radiate out at the speed of sound.

Patty adjusted the microphone to her preference and slid her finger along the remote in her pocket. It was smooth to the touch.

“Greetings, all! It is my honor to speak to you all today and to congratulate the Class of 2017 for their great achievement. We did it!”

She held her arms in the air and the cheers quaked the room, localized in the teacher region of the audience.

She continued. “But it wasn’t easy. We struggled, we persevered. We studied, we procrastinated. We tried, and sometimes, we failed. Except the valedictorians, of course.”

She gestured to stage left, where the five had gone and now stood in the shadows. The crowd erupted into laughter. It didn’t take much.

“Me, personally? I stand before you as salutatorian - that is, the second-best - because I worked hard. Because I never gave up. Because of that one B in AP History.”

Everyone laughed at that one, as expected, and no one laughed harder than Mr. Idolt, the teacher who gave her the grade that sealed her fate. The one semester in which she didn’t get an A in every class. She took this moment of pause to pull the remote from her pocket and hold it up in the air.

“The funniest part is I’m not fucking joking.”

No one in the crowd could tell what she was holding, but the quiet that immediately took the room told her that she had them worried.

“This remote is attached to a series of explosives I have placed around the building. I don’t want to have to use it, but I did not come THIS FAR to leave with a goddamn three-point-nine-seven GPA! I get a four-point-oh or every one of us turns into a crater!”

Patty pointed at Mr. Idolt. “Come on up here!”

He stumbled, clearly scared out of his mind, across the row of seats to the aisle and walked toward the stage. He climbed up awkwardly and brushed himself off before hesitantly approaching the podium.

“Why don’t you tell them all why I ended up with a B, teach?” She pushed the microphone toward him.

“Uh��” the microphone popped and he pulled back from it by an inch. “I didn’t think your essay was quite up to par with AP grading guidelines. For a nine. I gave you an eight instead. That is still very good.”

“Were there better essays?”

“I have seen many -”

“Were there better essays in this graduating class?”

He adjusted his glasses, which slipped down his nose from all the nervous sweat. “Uh… no. No, I don’t suppose there were.”

Patty pointed back off stage. “So why did you give blondie over there a nine?”

The crowd gasped. Idolt began shaking and looked toward his wife, who shook her head in disapproval. He gulped.

Patty rubbed her thumb along the contours of the button on the remote while refusing to break eye contact with the man.

“I… I must have made a mistake. She… didn’t deserve it. It… wasn’t as good as yours. I’ll - I’ll fix it, okay! I will!”

“You’ll give me an A for that semester?”

“Yes! Yes! You were my best student, you always were!” He started crying and fell to his knees.

Patty looked at the crowd, satisfied by her revenge, and clicked the button. Contrary to what she had claimed would happen, however, no one exploded into a million pieces. The projector screen descended behind her on stage and the lights dimmed. She moved the microphone back into place for her to speak into it.

“And with that, ladies and gentlemen, I leave you as the sixth valedictorian of the Class of 2017. Please enjoy the rest of the ceremony.”