#i hope this team fucking fails in the future

[the-girl-down-the-street]

fuck you williams. fuck you. you ruined every chance logan had of being successful. you backed away from signing carlos because he was taking too long to make a choice, only to go and sign him for 2025. 🖕🖕🖕

[rawliverandgoronspice]

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feels hella weird to still feel attachment for characters you wrote once, and developed, and fought for --but had zero impact on the actual end result-- and then watching the relay being passed onto a new budding fandom as the mangled result of what you saw them as and what they ended up being, and going like "okay so what does remain", and then you get to find out depending on how people react.

feels. weird.

[bunny-jpeg]

Hi love can I get a tiramisu with a side hot coffee (w baby trapping) made freash by Max Verstappen ty 💛

bakery menu (complete)

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i have tons of items to choose from and i'd love for you to check them out! any driver is available (must be 18+, duh) so please feel free to throw your orders my way <3 i love the way your mind thinks, lovely anon. that's one way to get competition off the track! i hope you love the fic!

tiramisu (“my little slut to ruin.”) + coffee (rivals au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, rivals au, baby trapping, (technically) unprotected sex, jos verstappen jumpscare, missionary & mating press,

max knew the hunger of racing. it was almost a blood lust. it was a fire in the belly of a driver that pushed them to such limits that it would kill some. formula one drivers were all striving to be the best. max knew this quite well, spending years in a shadow he could never escape. he yearned for approval but it always came to him like a bitter pill. but, not you. you were the track's princess, praise came to you on a silver platter.

and it annoyed the hell out of max. many prayed for his downfall both on a driving level, but also on a personal level. people wanted him to fail, but those same people wanted you to fly high to a second world championship.

so when he saw his own father smiling at you and give you a firm hand shake followed by a pat on the back after a spectacular win. max knew there was one thing to do.

make sure you never stepped foot on the track again.

"c'mon, schat." max said as he leaned against the doorway of the motor home on the track. he saw you walk by back to your teams. he crossed his arms and watched you on shaky legs.

you made a face, "treasure?" you laughed, your voice bounced a little down the row of motor homes for the weekend, "max verstappen, do you forget who i am?"

he snickered, "currently you look like a shaky deer. why are you in heels, you never wear heels?" the two of you butt heads often. you seemed to get under each other's skin often enough.

"it's called going on a date, max. have you heard of those? plus, shouldn't you be fucking some grid bunny tonight? we are on your home turf, might as well trap some poor girl with your bastard."

he laughed louder, "funny. were you having a night on the town? i bet you opened your legs to whatever manager you could find. whoever would give you the biggest contract." his words were biting and so were yours. while it was always better to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

it was easier to catch a rival with vitriol than kindness.

you got your heels off and threw them one after the other towards him before you stopped over bare foot to get in his face. you got onto the small porch and he was all smiles.

"do you have-"

"of course. after all, you're not the first grid bunny of the weekend." then pulled you into the motor home with a slam of the front door. before you could chew him out for that term being used towards you. he had you pressed against the door of the motor home with your leg wrapped around his hip and his large hand pushing up the already short skirt of your dress.

he had no interest in any of the fans with his face plastered across their fat tits. while the women of his home country were beautiful, his eyes were set on the snapping jaws of another driver.

his lips down your neck, teeth grazed across your pulse point and it made you shudder. nipples grew hard under his touch. he started to grope your breasts and you moaned out loud in the near empty motor home.

clothes were shed, leaving you vulnerable. it was a surprise that you made it to the bed. for a brief moment as you dragged him to the bedroom, max thought he was going to breed his future wife on the linoleum wooden floor. and max may have wanted you bred asap but, he wasn't going to hurt your poor elbows and knees. his wife deserved the best, you were going to be doing a big thing. giving birth to the next legend of the track.

"schat." he said softly his mouth to your ear. his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled to his chest. his hands then went to your breasts where he groped the flesh, near bruising them. they were only going to get prettier once you got pregnant. he felt lucky tonight.

"max. fuck." you groaned before you managed to pull yourself away from him and get onto the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you gazed at him. he eyed your beauty as he got closer to you and the bed. his cock at full attention.

oh yeah, you'd never step foot in a car again after tonight. well give it a few weeks and then you'll be off the track for good. he got between your legs on the bed. he got those lovely thighs around him as he continued to gaze at your figure.

"pretty thing." he said, "should i be worried that another man touched you tonight? or were you a good girl?"

you looked at him, "you're not my husband. max. you don't own me."

max smiled before he leaned over you, his bare cock almost slipped into your slick hole as he grabbed a condom from the box in the nightstand. you were trying to get out from under him before he slipped in without protection. a condom was what you thought was your savior. but, max had pricked little holes in it earlier, when he found out you'd be back to the track late.

you watched him get the condom on, the low light made it almost impossible to notice that there were small tears int he tip of the condom. with enough force of his hips, max could probably tear through it. you held onto his forearms as he rubbed his cock up against you for a few moments before he sank inside your sweet cunt. it made him groan and feel a heat in him.

"perfect little thing. i bet you thought about me while you were out. thought about all the thing i'd do you that's why you came in here, right? because you knew you'd get that cunt fucked out."

you felt your ears burn as he continued to rut against you. you dug your short nails into his arms as he thrusted against you. his cock was like a bully, just like the rest of him. but it made your toes curl as you laid under him.

max verstappen was your rival and now he was too busy gorging on your cunt like he owned it. like you were a couple. but, little did you know. the plan was going well in max's mind. it wasn't a difficult one anyway. he just needed his achy, thick cock inside of your gooey cunt and finish inside of you. the rest was biology's doing so he could take his hands off the wheel for that.

and if you weren't pregnant there was a whole other leg of the season plus the off season to really make sure it took. but, you strived for perfection, it was written in your dna. so you'd be good and take him the first time. let his baby sprout in your sweet womb. no need to think about racing when you're caring for his child.

"jij bent de mijne." he said like a promise as he picked up the pace. his cock shoved into the softest parts of you. for such a bitch on the track, your pussy was gummy soft and just pulled him in.

you whined and arched your back. max enjoyed the heavy rise and fall of your pretty breasts. oh, you were beautiful. maybe he was lucky, giving you a baby now. not allow anyone else on the grid to get a taste of you. because you were the kind of woman that men got addicted to.

he picked your hips up further and started to really work at it. your legs were over his shoulders while he fucked you with such vigor that you couldn't find it in you to grip onto the covers under your back. your toes curled while he pounded into you. heat flashed across your body and you felt like you were on fire.

you panted and moaned while max was determined to breed you. you'd be such a pretty mother to his children. did you think he was stopping at one? no. because with you he was going to breed champions and that fact made pleasure lick up in his stomach. he watched you squirm a little as you neared climax and it made max hot all over.

yeah, it was only right that he bred you. keep you off the track and at home with the kids. no need to step on anymore toes in formula one. retire with grace and raise his kids. put that hot feminine body of yours to good use, grow them well in your soft womb. be good for your husband.

he leaned further, pushing you further into yourself to kiss you hotly on the lips once more. he felt your cunt tighten around him as you panted heavily. he had you in a full mating press as his cock bruised your sweet insides. poor thing, marked forever by your rival. the kissed between you two were hot and left heat dripping through your body. his cock felt heavy between your legs. pushing you to your limit. that was a good future mrs. verstappen. you climaxed, he watched bliss crossed your face as you tensed up then relaxed. your heart hammered in your ears as you laid under him, knees to your chest and over his shoulders while his leaky blunt cock head hit against you.

he came soon after, but even when he stilled to a stop. he kept the position to make sure every last drop knew where to go. now wasn't the time for mishaps. he knew that the condom was fully torn at the tip. there was nothing protecting that pretty cunt of yours.

sorry, schat, that was the game. and as max looked into your dazed eyes, he thought that you didn't mind. when he put your legs down and got you on your stomach.

you whimpered a little and he shushed you with heated kiss. he didn't even try to pretend he changed the condom before he was back to being inside of you. you two had a long night together.

max hungered for a lot of things, but as he listened to your sweet whimper and moans, he hungered for one thing. your cunt happily drooling down his cock.

-

"think he's going to do it?" max asked, his arms crossed over your rounded middle. his head on your shoulder as you both watched your eldest son do a second lap on the track.

you looked at him and replied, "of course he will. he's our son." your son, remko was eight now and had taken to the track like nothing else. maybe max's plan didn't work when he made you retire years earlier due to being pregnant with your son. you would eventually step on the track again, first watching your husband win three more championships and now your son taking an interest in it.

you turned back to your son as he hugged the curves of the track. you worried your bottom lip a little. it was a little too much hugging for your liking. you rubbed your lower back. maybe it was the pregnancy emotions getting to you. making you worry.

your career ended after two championships. something you held with pride. you were married to max now, had a son and expecting another in a few short months. as max rubbed your middle and kissed your cheek. you did get one thing out of it though, a promise from your young son that while he would race under the verstappen last name, he'd happily race under your country's flag.

so while you couldn't bring your nation joy, you'd be nothing but smiles when your son held the flag high in due time. some would've considered that max trapped you with a baby (or rather two). but those same blue eyes and charming smile still lured you in. even though you had your doubts about that night being an 'accident', there was nothing you could really do now. both your boys needed their father.

"i love you." max said, hand wide across your swollen middle.

you looked at him, your rival turned husband. as your son crossed the finish line for his practice, you kissed your husband on the lips. the time of the laps were called and you said to max, "i love you too." then watched your husband pull away to congratulate remko on a good practice.

knowing your luck both of your kids will be in racing. and you knew if max had his way, the entire future grid would have the verstappen last name. <3

[gimme-tea-bitch]

I just finished rewatching RWBY

And honestly i'm glad I did cuz it's been a long time and this show is frankly way better than I remembered. It starts out very fun and honestly funny and charming. But it always has a bit of that underlying hint at there being more at play. And then it takes its time to switch from rapid fire and more humorous, to weaving in more serious themes and ideas. Just like the characters uncover more and more of the truth.

And the way that it takes its time with every character. RWBY has never had a reason to think they'd get even 1 more season, but seeing how literally from the start they set up Ruby's breakdown in V9 with Oz telling her she needs to put her team above herself. The way the Mt. Glenn conversations come back with the Herbalist. The way the show consistently shows that those that came before failed because they gave into their fears and they closed themselves off. And showing how these kids push back against fear so much. And they fuck up and they fail and things keep going worse and worse and at the end of the day the thing that really matters is that they tried their best.

Idk, i'm having that empty void feeling after finishing a good story, and i'm very hopeful for the future of RWBY, but this show is honestly really good and doesn't get enough credit for the way it weaves in its themes so well. And how well CRWBY deals with so many real and difficult emotions with genuine care. That even when shit gets so dark in V7 and V8 there's still that gritted hope.

Anyway, my brain is too full of too many emotions, but RWBY is so good and underrated, and i'm really glad that CRWBY has poured so much love into this story.

[eclipixels]

Through The Phone

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Isagi finally gets his phone back and you two try to compensate for how much you've missed each other

Warnings: 🍋

[2,256 words]

      It's 7 in the morning when you get the text. It was the last thing you expected but that didn't mean you weren't happy.

      It had been a few weeks since your boyfriend left for the Blue Lock program. You found out through his parents when he hadn’t texted you back about the mysterious "thingy" he had to attend. Turns out, it was some highly competitive soccer training program.

      The first few days without him were tough. You cried more than you'd like to admit, missing his handsome face and honey-smooth voice. Over time, you adjusted. Still, you’d often scroll through photos of the two of you or drop by his house to visit his parents, hoping to feel a little closer to him.

      So when you got a text from Isagi. The excitement bubbled over immediately, and you squealed, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. But you knew better than to let on how much you missed him. You had to play it cool, couldn’t have him thinking you were desperate, even if you were totally melting inside.

      You knew how hard it must be for him, being so far away from you. But then, an idea popped into your head. If you couldn’t give him a kiss in person, maybe you could send a little extra encouragement. You two would sometimes have a quickie before a match. It was stupid, but your boyfriend truly believed it would help his wins. He'd say it'd give him a dopamine boast, a reminder of what he'd come back to and who he's playing for. You just thought he was being a horny teenager with a lame excuse on why he wants to fuck his girlfriend all the time.

      Wearing his old Ichinan jersey, light and soft with his number and name on it, and a pair of light blue panties, you snapped a quick picture. Before you could overthink it, you sent it off.

      Isagi was stunned when he saw the picture, his face flushing bright red. His heart raced, and a surge of determination lit up inside him.

      The overthinker in him spiraled, imagining every worst-case scenario. What if he sucked and you left him for someone better and years later you have a family and he’ll be forever lonely, lazy, fat, and dumb with no education beyond what Blue Lock interrupted him at. He had to become number one, he had to win for you. If he didn’t, his dreams of marrying you would crumble alongside a failed soccer career.

      Rationally, he knew none of that would happen. You had always supported him, through wins and losses alike, proving time and again that you believed in him unconditionally. But still, he had to win. For his girlfriend. For his future. And he did. He used his direct shot to score the final goal, the whistle blowing three times signaling the end. His team won. He may have shown humbleness on the outside but God, was he one cocky mother fucker. As soon he was able to, he called you.

      He'd been yearning for you. The sound of your voice when you picked up was like heaven's symphony to him.

      "Hello?" you answered.

      "God, I’ve missed you. How are you?" he asked eagerly.

      "Other than missing you terribly? I’m fine," you grumbled. "How was the match?"

      "It was great! I scored the final goal. We’re probably moving on to the second selection soon."

      "That’s amazing, Ichi. I’m so proud of you," you said warmly.

      "Thanks, you’re always so sweet Y/n-chan" he said, his voice soft. "I love you."

      "I love you more," you replied, a playful tone creeping into your voice. "By the way... did you see the picture I sent?”

      Isagi chuckled. "The one of you in those pretty lace panties? Yeah, I saw it."

      "Did it help you win?"

      "I don’t see any other explanation," he teased back, making you laugh.

      "I’m glad you liked it. I know it’s not the same, though”

      "It’s not, I miss your cuddles. Your kisses. The way your lips feel on my skin when you… oh God"

      Your breath hitched. "What? You thinking about it now?"

      "You’re all I’ve been thinking about since I got here," he admitted. "It’s like you and soccer are the only things in my head. Open my brain, and that’s all you’d find."

      His humor made you laugh, but the warmth in his voice melted you. "But seriously, you looked so cute in my jersey. Was there anything underneath?"

      "Just what you saw,"

      "So no bra?"

      "Nope."

      "Fuck," he groaned. "You know how hard it’s been without you? Every time I think about you, it’s torture."

      "Oh, Ichi, I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you too," you murmured.

      "Yeah? What do you think about?"

      "Not telling you," you said with a smirk.

      "Aw, come on," he whined. "It’s okay. I can probably guess."

      "You’re so full of yourself," you scoffed, laughing.

      "Hmm you jealous that you aren't?"

      "Yoichi!" You gasped, how dare he expose you like this?

      "What was it again? 'Oh, stuff me full ichi, I need all of you! Fill me up!'" He continued mocking you, that jerk.

      "Hey! Stop that! Or I’m gonna hang up!"

      “Okay, okay, I’m sorry love.”

      “Sure you are,” You huffed.

      "Think you can face time me later tonight?" he asked, his tone low and suggestive.

      You hesitated, your cheeks heating. You’d never done anything like what it sounded like Isagi was suggesting before over the phone. But for Isagi, your sweet boyfriend, you’d do anything.

      "I might," you replied coyly, already knowing you’d give in

      Isagi's mind was in a frenzy, the thought of you wearing his jersey combined with the picture you'd sent making it impossible to focus on anything else. The soft curve of your thighs, the way the fabric clung to you, he missed it. He missed laying on them, squeezing them, and most of all, he missed burying his face between your legs until his chin was dripping with a mixture of his saliva and your cum.

      “Don’t you have roommates?” you asked, noting how dim his surroundings were. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his face, his baby blue eyes locked on you.

      “Yeah,” he muttered, a little angry at the thought of those cock-blocks. “But I’m in a broom closet right now, so...”

      You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as he gave you a pointed look. The lengths he was going to just to have this moment with you were ridiculous and endearing.

      “You’re still wearing my jersey,” he pointed out, his eyes tracing the neckline and dipping lower. His tongue darted out to wet his lips subconsciously.

      “Of course I am,” you said casually, though the way his gaze lingered made you squirm.

      “How’d you even get it?”

      “I grabbed it when I was visiting your parents, been going over there quite often now” you admitted with a small smile.

      He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, I know. They told me. Said they made katsu for you once, and you couldn’t even eat it without tearing up.”

      You frowned, your cheeks heating. “Bruh.”

      “What? It’s cute,” he teased, “So… you’ve been going through my stuff like a little stalker, huh?”

      “Maybe, so what? I just miss you.” You pouted, crossing your arms. “That's why I sometimes take a nap in your room. It smells like you.”

      “That’s cute. A little unfair though because I have nothing of you.” He pouted.

      “Can’t relate, I have a plethora of your hoodies to steal from.”

      “You can take the boyfriend away from the girl, but you can’t take the girl away from the girlfriend activities,” he said, then paused. “Wait, that sounded better in my head.”

      You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

      “I’m your dork.” He said with a loopy grin. Oh, this boy.

      “Is that all you do?” His smile turned sheepish, but he stayed quiet, waiting for you to answer.

      "No.." You shy away, feeling embarrassed at the filthy things you do he doesn't know about.

      "Oh?" He raised a brow.

      “Sometimes,” you started, “when your parents aren’t home, I go into your room and take off my clothes, put on one of your shirts, and just… think about you. About all the times you’ve had me in that bed. And then I can’t stop myself.”

      The air shifted, the intimacy of your confession making his breath hitch. His cheeks flushed, but his expression was intense, his hand slipping lower as he adjusted his position.

      “You really play with yourself?” he asked, his voice rougher now. “On my bed in my clothes?”

      “Yeah,” you murmured, feeling the weight of his gaze through the screen. He could picture it, you writhing on his bed, your pretty face flushed red and sweaty, your fingers deep in your cunt as you repeat his name mindlessly.

      “Tell me,” He breathed, his hand now at the waistband of his pants, “what you do.”

      “I think about your hands and what they felt like. I pretend it’s you touching me.” You whisper.

      “Can you do that for me right now?” Isagi asked, feeling the way his dick was getting constricted in his pants.

      “Yes.” You answered obediently.

      “Let me watch.” He said, tucking his bangs out the way to be able to see you better. You lowered the camera down from your flushed face to between your legs. The view was great. He could see the way your breasts sat on your chest from this angle, too. He watched as you brought a finger over your clothed cunt, rubbing the spot until a wet spot formed.

      “Tell me what to do, Ichi.” You begged.

      “Move your panties out the way.” He muttered, watching as you pulled the fabric aside, your folds glossy and so ready for him. What a torture it was to see something that he knew belonged to him yet was unable to do anything about it.

      “Spread for me, pretty girl” He commanded, shivering at the sound it made when your fingers touched it, slick with arousal. He tried to recall the taste of it on his tongue. His hands were already moving over himself, imagining what it would be like to be with you in that moment.

      “Ichi” you whined. “I wanna see too”

      “Yeah? Anything my girl wants” He whispered, panning the camera down to his hands that were stroking his cock. You could feel the saliva in your mouth build up at the sight as well as the arousal between your legs that began to pool down your thighs.

      “N-not as good as you do it. Miss your mouth, miss your hands, miss that sweet little cunt.” Isagi panted, his mind going haywire as you continued to touch yourself, breathy noises of satisfaction falling out your mouth.

      “I’m sorry Ichi, sorry I can’t suck you off.” You apologized, fingers covered in your wetness going in and out.

      “S’okay baby, just keep showing off for me, yeah? Show me how much you’ve missed me.” He groaned between breathy sighs, trying not to be too vocal and attract attention. This was just what he needed after this fuck ass week.

      “I miss it when you’d do it, I can’t do it right like you do.” You inserted two fingers in for him, feeling his gaze burn into your body through the phone.

      “Oh baby, I know. No one can get you off like I can, no one knows your body like I do. Right?”

      “Mhm, only you.” You moaned, starting to feel the tension in your lower endowment build.

      “Don’t—ah—know how that ego bastard expects me to survive here without my pretty girl.”

      Your eyes were locked on his pre-cum coated cock. If you were there right now, you’d suck the soul out of him. You couldn't help but admire the sharp v-line and defined abs that became more prominent as he moved his hands up and down.

      “Need you so bad Ichi, need your cock.” You moaned, quickening your pace. You didn’t know what true desperation was until now.

      He realized quickly at Blue Lock that even when he went to shit that there were still people around. He had so much pent up frustration but he didn’t have his sweet girls pussy to fuck it out of his system. He never even found a moment alone to release until now.

      “Gonna.. Gonna come” You cried out your movements growing more desperate and sloppy.

      “Y-yeah me too, baby. Come for me.”

      Your orgasm consumed you, and you felt the tension in your stomach dissolve. You whispered his name like a prayer as you surrendered to the sensation.

      "Shit!" he whimpered, finishing all over his hands and spilling, making a mess of himself. He wasn't accustomed to coming in situations where it wasn't already taken care of. He was so used to you swallowing or him coming inside you that he forgot to find a place to release.

      You could see how much he came, and you were shocked. That was a lot. Damn, you didn’t realize how long he’d gone without any sexual activities since you had the pleasure of fucking yourself on his bed whenever you wanted.

      He looked at your panting form, legs still spread open and your hand limp but the camera still giving him a view of your body. He smiled a little at the sight of how easily you tired yourself out, how desperate you were chasing a high that could never amount to the ones he gives you. That's when he knew.

      Forget wanting to beat Rin, he needed to come out of this program as the best striker, so he’d never have to worry about being away from you ever again. He’d become the best striker in the world and make millions enough to support him taking you wherever he wanted. The idea sounded so delicious to him in his head. This was his new goal.

[auras-moonstone]

hiii i rlly love ur writing so if u cld write this i’d actually pass out ‼️

u can pick urself if it’ll be jack, Ethan, hockey player Ethan or even smth else! But what im thinking abt is like where he breaks up with reader because hes convinced he lost his feelings towards her but later on realized he didnt?? Hope u have a good day 🙁

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ all you had to do was stay

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.4K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: convinced his feelings are gone, ethan breaks up with y/n. when he wins the championship, he realizes he made a mistake.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: heartbreak. angst. make-up. fluff.

ethan truly thought his feelings for y/n had washed away. but it’s wasn’t until now, looking around the arena for her, having just won the hockey championship, that he realized that maybe he had rushed into conclusions and fucked everything up.

the team went to a bar to celebrate, and while his teammates drank and danced, ethan moped by the bar with a drink in his hand, replaying in his head, like a sad movie scene, the moment he ended things with y/n.

why had he been so stupid? he had set in his mind the idea that hockey should be above everything and anyone else, that it was the only thing that mattered. and not only he had managed to slowly tear the most important bond in his life, but he had also fooled himself into thinking the feelings weren’t there anymore.

“hey, man. i’m going home, tara’s waiting for me. talk to you later?” chad asked.

ethan forced a smile and nodded. “yeah, go. i’m leaving in a few, too.”

chad walked out of the bar, and ethan’s heart reached another level of heaviness. his best friend was going home to celebrate with his girlfriend, he had managed to maintain his relationship while having the exact same responsibilities than ethan. the difference? chad had never failed to find balance and see how important life outside hockey was. ethan hadn’t, and now that hockey was over for a while, he realized he had nothing left.

with an emptiness no amount of drinks could ever fill, he walked back to the dorms, where some people were still on cloud nine from the win. he was congratulated, patted in the back, yet he could not enjoy his win completely. not when the guiltiness and regret lingered heavily over him. was it too late to try get back on track the relationship he had drove off the road?

the celebration was certainly overwhelming for y/n because everything reminded her of ethan and the way he had locked her out when she was letting him in. hell, she was ready to say the l-word when he pushed her aside. the way he had broken her heart was one she remembered all too well, every word, every expression, every little movement.

ethan hovered over her, standing as she sat on the couch. frown on his face, pained expression, as if the act of letting out the words physically hurt him. “i don’t think i- i’m not sure if i… still have feelings for you. i don’t know, i just, it’s not the same as it was a months ago. it’s as if something is missing.”

“did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that you put hockey first?”

“y/n that’s my future. of course i’m going to put hockey first.”

“sorry, let me rephrase that. did it cross your mind that maybe the problem is that hockey is all you care about? because it’s always about that. you have stopped having time for me since you became captain. do you even remember the last time you stayed over? that we went on a date? that we spend time together without you worrying over the championship or some other fucking match?”

“y/n…” he sighed.

“well, i can remember. three months, that was the last time you acted like a boyfriend. something was indeed missing in this relationship. you.”

“hockey is everything to me, y/n/n.”

“yes, and that’s the fucking problem, ethan. your whole life can’t revolve sorely on a sport. but you clearly can’t see that, so this is useless.”

that was the last time she spoke to him, but not the last she had seen him. it was impossible not to do that, he was blackmore’s hockey star, he was fucking everywhere. she, on the other hand, managed to hide in the shadows, so she made sure she stayed hidden and not bump into him. until now.

she was leaving tara’s dorm when her eyes caught his wide frame. her feet became one with the floor, not allowing her to move. like magnet, his attention quickly fell on her.

“y/n” her name fell out of his mouth absentmindedly.

at the sound of his rough voice, she snapped out of her daze. her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say. and then his feet kept going until he was standing right before her. was it too much to ask to disappear?

“hi.” he said after a couple of seconds of silence.

“hi.” her soft voice warmed his heart, and he had to put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from bringing her into his arms. “um… congratulations. on the win.”

“thanks.” for the first time in the night, he truly felt like smiling.

“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” why was she still talking to him? her brain screamed ‘get out of here’ while her heart told her to stay.

“i wasn’t feeling it.” ethan shrugged.

y/n frowned. “you… weren’t feeling it? ethan, what are you talking about? you’ve worked so hard for this win.”

ethan let out a humourless laugh. “the funny thing is… it wasn’t until i lifted the cup that i realize that i wasn’t happy with the win.”

the girl blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying. ethan landry, the boy who lived for hockey, was saying he wasn’t happy with winning a championship. what was wrong with the world? “i don’t understand.”

“what is succeeding if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with? that trophy was a reminder of what i pushed away in order to get it. it made me feel miserable.”

“ethan…”

his sad gaze found hers. “what i’m trying to say is that i miss you, and that the win means nothing if you’re not with me. i looked around the stands, you weren’t there and it felt like a punch to the gut.”

she was certainly not ready to hear that. “let me remind you it was what you wanted, you ended it, ethan. you put hockey first, and it got us here.” maybe she was being a bit harsh, especially after he was pouring his heart out.

“i know. fuck. don’t i know it.” he was not going to cry. if y/n somehow managed to find it in her to forgive him, it was not going to be out of pity. but he wanted to sob so badly. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was so fucking blind, and i hurt you.”

hurt was an understatement. ethan had absolutely broke her, and she had been trying to pick up the pieces of the mess he had made.

“i want to punch myself for everything i’ve done. for taking this long to realize i made a huge mistake. i don’t want for my life to revolve around hockey.”

y/n nodded. “that’s a good realization.”

“i don’t know what to say. there’s no justification for what i did, i was stupid and that’s the only truth. i… i want us back.” the anguish was written on his face. “i don’t know what to do to fix it.”

“all you had to do was stay… you had me in the palm of your hand. i would’ve done anything for you.”

“i know, you were too good for me. and i promise you i’ll work everyday to be the person you deserve, if you let me.” he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “i’m never making the same mistake again. i love you. you don’t have to decide now, take as long as you need. i’d wait forever.”

“you know it can’t be like before, right? you can’t keep this relationship in the lowest rank of your priorities.”

“i know, and i won’t. i love hockey, going professional is still my goal but now i know that my dream isn’t only hockey, is having you by my side while i play it.”

y/n slowly broke into a smile. “i would hate to see you succeed without me.” she grimaced as soon as the words clicked. “shit, that sounded so awful. i didn’t mean that i don’t want you to succeed unless you’re with me. that would be so bitchy, and i know you hurt me but i would neve-“

ethan couldn’t help himself, he cut her rambling with a soft kiss. “you’re the absolute cutest. i love it when you ramble.”

“it’s rude to interrupt someone, landry. you need to learn some manners.” she gave him a quick peck. “i guess i’m taking you back, or whatever.”

the hockey player smiled like a little kid and lifted her up on his arms. “i love you. did you know that?”

“i know it now. and i love you, too.” she wrapped her legs around his waist. “now, let’s go celebrate, captain.”

“fuck, yes. i have so many ideas.” the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes made her stomach swirl.

“i’m down for anything if it’s with you.”

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk--------

-you might say something that hurts.

p10 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. The PR teams strike again.

Y/N was unusually giddy while doing interviews on the grid that day. It was hard to be nervous when in the corner of her eye she saw Lando, in his usual glorious unbothered style, seemingly more confident than he'd been the past few weeks.

Smiles shared in secret, both of them being lifted up by enormous amount of butterflies. Yet they both tried their best to keep busy in order to push off their inevitable "what are we" talk.

She was more than sure what she wanted to be to him. But the thought of him not being willing to make the lead was a scary one - so let's just ignore it and keep thinking about his tongue on her neck. And Lando? He was doing exactly the same. Both of them blissfully unaware that their crush has started to become impossible to hide.

//

"Y/N, what do you think about the car on this track? Will you be competetive enough for a podium?" was a simple and boring question that Y/N tried to answer in a creative way, but nothing was coming to her mind. With a great smile, she replied: "Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling that things are turning out for good."

Lando was "not so accidentally" passing by at that exact moment, deliberately taking the rout where he would have to walk past her, because his body just wanted to be near her at any point possible. His school boy instinct kicked in and in the same way as a five-year old boy would pull his crushes hair, he snatched Y/N team cap of her head gracefully in order to tease her.

"Hey!" she screamed in the middle of listening to another question from the interviewer and turned around, knowing well who that was, as she watched him approaching before. A small amused smile escaped her, it was impossible to stop it. Same for Lando.

"Oh, hello, Lando," the interviewer acknowledged him, hoping for some good viral content.

"Hey," was his speedy response, probably not ever trying to hide his own amusement.

Y/N tried to keep it cool and look at his lips. "Give it back, Lando." Nope, she failed at keeping her smile in.

"You know where to pick it up, honey," he said simply, winked and said goodbye to the interviewer as he walked away. Y/N's stomach dropped at how obvious he was with his flirting in public and how impossible she found it to keep herself together. She took a moment before resuming, internally fuming. She was happy and mortified at the same time.

"Well," Y/N said as she turned back to her interview. "Where were we?" And there it was - a fatal smile that would cost her in the future.

The interviewer was full on a mission to not let that go. "I see the mood has shifted between you two, has the previous feud passed now?"

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, slowly pulling herself back, heart still beating like after running a marathon.

"Do you guys spend time together off the track? Has that maybe helped?" How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

Not so confidently, she pulled out a cliché line in order to save her. "We do our talking on the track." It was technically not a lie - what they did in their spare time was definitely not limited to talking.

"I see," the interviewer said, not satisfied with her answer.

"I'd love to chat, but my team is calling," he pointed somewhere off camera, somewhere where there definitely was not someone from her team pointing at her. She excused herself and strolled away, in the other way that Lando went, as quickly as possible.

Yes, she did. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable. How was he so infuriating? How can one manage to be so....ugh!!

The day passed by in a blur of meetings, interviews and fan meet and greets. Since their "joint" interview was live though, it took only few hours for the first edits to appear on social media, hashtags getting created and the two of them going viral once again. It was all a bit overwhelming, Y/N sat there and secretly watched every single edit she came by. There is one thing to fantasize secretly about your crush, another thing is when the whole seems to get on the same boat and romanticize the fuck out it. Was it making the whole thing more awkward? Probably, but Lando's and Y/N minds were too busy thinking about each other in order to take in the point of view of others. The whole grid became aware of the pair quickly becoming a meme.

Oscar limited himself to eye rolling only, as he was more than aware of what was going on.

Y/N was shocked to find Lando already sitting in with his and her team in one of the FIA's meeting rooms. The fact that this was happening outside of their team premise should have been a clear sign - they are being called into the same meeting. Nowhere to hide now.

Lando was sitting there, casually cramped up in a chair in an anatomically impossible position, legs twisted all around. "Can't he not sit like a normal person for once?" was Y/N first thought. The reason he sat like that was to prevent himself from foot tapping the whole building down. Acting cool and innocent, that was his strategy. He was sure they'll tell him to tone it down, not to bother Y/N publicly, he'll just nod at everything they say and then go finally cum all over her chest once again, just to prove to her that she is his. Not a hard task. He glanced at her innocently as she stepped in, doing a real bad job at hiding her shock. He rolled his eyes and smirked. This girl was so innocently cute. His own comms team shot him a warning look, so he just proceeded to stare into the ground. Y/n had very little time to get her strategy ready, cursing herself for not discussing this with Lando prior to this.

"Thank you both for coming on such a short notice," was how Lando's team opened the conversation with. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

"As you're both aware, we have tried several strategies in the past in order to get your image out in the best light as possible."

Y/N let out a laugh which she could not contain in, to which Lando shot her a surprised, horrified and slightly amused look. Unbelievable.

"Continue, please. I am listening," he said, just to spite her.

"Thank you. Please guys, let's keep this civil and adult," this time her team stepped in to put her down. Lando could not remember having this much fun.

"To continue what my colleague started to say, lots of several approaches which did not bring the ideal results. And with today's development, we feel like this is another time for us to step in. You're both faces of prestigious brands and the teams rely on you being likable characters. Am I right?"

Lando nodded, as if he was lying about understanding a new topic in a math lesson - maybe little too much. Y/N just bit her lip and remained silent.

This whole thing was so bizarre, like being caught for stealing a candy bar while having a stolen gold necklace in your pocket.

"What would you suggest?" Lando asked and Y/N doubted anyone in the room was fooled by his act and must have seen though him. He was obviously having the time of his life. At this rate she would have a hole in her lower lip if she would keep biting it down this was.

"I'm glad you're asking, Lando, and hope you'll be able to cooperate."

"You can count on my sincere involvement in your strategy," he stated seriously and stared at Y/N comms team. His own team knew what was up with his attitude but decided not to call him out just yet.

Y/N glanced at the papers resembling a contact on the table. This is it, she thought, the no contact and no involvement agreement. They're going to stop them from talking to each other in public? Is that even allowed?

His's comms manager took a deep breath. "The numbers on all our socials have spiked up greatly since your interaction became of a positive nature. What we've seen today - that will make our sponsors more than happy."

Lando was quicker than Y/N to connect the dots. His mood changed drastically within seconds and he finally sat up straight.

"No. Not a chance," he burned his team with his hard stare.

"Lando, please, let us finish."

He was not having that. "I know what you're going to say and no, you can't just order us to do that."

"Nobody is ordering you to do anything. We're simply...Putting this on the table.

"Forget that, no way in hell am I ever going to agree with this," he said, pointing at the contracts lying on the table. The room went silent for few seconds.

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?" asked Y/N, not really having the dots connected just yet. Lando briefly forgot that she was in the room, suddenly regretting his quick dismissal. But he was not the one to be forced into anything like this. Better him having it break to her then them, right?

This time he was the one to take a deep breath and while speaking to Y/N, he still stared at the comms teams. "They want us to start fake dating for PR." He was hoping he got it wrong. But the silence on the other side of the table just proved him right.

This came as a shock to her. Was this their masterplan? Did they really have to meddle all the fucking time? "I...I didn't think these things actually happened in real world," she stated, honestly.

Why couldn't these two just get a minute to talk among themselves? Y/N's mind was once again stuck in a rut because of Lando Norris existing at the same time as she did. Million questions on her mind, but the biggest one - why was it such a hard and obvious no from him? He did not even consider it. This could have been an easy escape for them.

"What would that look like exactly?" she asked, wrapping her head around it.

She received smiles from the team, them being happy that she was seemingly somewhat on board. "Well, we would set a clear timeline with a deadline and a scheduled break up, set up a social media strategy, you'd accompany each other on social event and the PDA would be very clearly stated upon the mutual agreement between you and your lawyers. Involvement of other people around you would always be discussed prior and clear communication is key. We do not want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, an NDA is part of this agreement."

It was impossible to look at him just yet. Her head was spinning. She was on the verge of crying and had to somehow hold herself together in front of all those people. She had to get out fast, like fast fast. She had her answer. He did not like her in the same way she liked him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick," she said and swiftly got up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she sprinted out.

part 11

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@scopeiguess @leclercsluv @sulliamour @starmanv @riverxsq @eviethetheatrefreak @chonkybonky @bicchaan @saachiep81 @chezmardybum

[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! vanilla + "fuck, this pussy was made for me" ꒰ afab!geto/kenjaku x top m!reader ꒱: oral ꒰ suguru!receiving ꒱, doggy, public sex, manipulation, slight manhandling, breeding, creampie, possessive behavior from the reader, "marking/claiming," angst 'n smut. the words and phrases change for a reason! we're gonna pretend the curses aren't there and gojo's not...gojo. btw they're fucking on those rectangular concrete thingys that hold up buildings.

𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴—𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝟴:𝟯𝟬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗥��𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗔!

"i— i don't think we are good together." since that day, suguru's words echo in your head. it was a lie of course, suguru would never say that—and his future actions prove otherwise. however, the fact that those particular words left his lips, the love of your life—it burned a hole in your heart that could never be healed.

you, satoru, and suguru. it was always—you, suguru, satoru, and then shoko. you'd swear the other two would forget she existed, but regardless— you were all prodigies of your year. three special grades and a cursed technique unlike any other. the four of you combined were an unstoppable team, but trios never work— why would a squad work? you and suguru were dating, he had stolen a piece of your heart and held it close to his chest. you truly believe it was love. and during that time, "the strongest trio" was a real thing. the teamwork and results the three of you produced made an impression on the jujutsu higher-ups. you were never without eachother, and it was fine!

never had you been so happy and satisfied like when you were with suguru. and then an incident occured when you were, for the first time, pulled away from the two. toji fushiguro and the star plasma vessel. it should've been a simple mission, but satoru and suguru were playing checkers—fushiguro was playing chess.

it was no longer alright. it was the two of them facing a deathly experience and failing—for the first time. suguru had become distant, and satoru had become obsessed with eliminating weakness as if he hadn't just truly become the strongest. "i don't think you're good enough for me." it was as if the world shattered, the world along with that beautiful diamond ring you had been waiting to put on his finger. he took a piece of your heart, one of which was like glass, and he threw at the wall with a force you couldn't bare.

when shoko called you, informing you and gojo where suguru was—your heart thumped in hope. however, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your duo collapsing and the cruel sound of his voice repeating: "you will never be enough for me"— replaying over and over in your broken mind. you couldn't bring yourself to go see him. your mind wouldn't allow your feet to move, to chase after him and beg. it was pathetic, really. you wished more than anything for his return, but you couldn't even chase after him? you sat slumped against your wall, fingers mindelssly rubbing and twisting that familar diamond ring. "suguru," you whisper into the air, as if hoping your call would manifest him to you. as if this were a dream and he'd wake you up with a kiss and soft smile.

but that wasn't reality, it was just a fantasy. so you wonder why you're in a bed with him? why did you destory that hate for him, only to hold him and fuck him in that hotel bed. why— why did you accept him back into your heart, knowing he shattered it? those thoughts could never beat your raw desire for him, your need to make love to him because he— is your soulmate. his existence is etched into your soul— and it cannot be removed by simple and conventional means.

and it only caused you more pain as you watched him slide down that brick wall. you had arrived to late to jujutsu high. satoru's students were beaten bloody, but yuuta okkotsu came in the clutch...by beginning the end of "the worst cursed user" suguru geto. those years of love were all for nothing as you decided to "curse him in the end," sparing satoru's feelings at the cost of your own.

at the result of your own hands, your own words and actions you had ended suffering, only causing more for yourself. but regardless, no more deaths would be caused that specific day. and the spirits of one-hundred and thirteen people (or way more) had been avenged. "the worst curse user" was gone, but suguru geto still resided in your heart with the wish that his soul was at peace. hoping that haibara would finally have familiar company after such a long time. however, nothing you wish comes to fruition. his could likely but resting...but— the soul cannot truly rest until its body has truly rested. learning that was likely the worst experience of your life. 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴—𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗔𝗧 𝟴:𝟯𝟬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗔!

satoru gojo had completed a feat you were proud of him for. yes—you were a bit dizzy, maybe out of it from his domain, but you were proud. he truly was the strongest, and you were no doubt a close second. but being to strongest—having power, is not enough.

"yo!" he calls out your name first. although, it doesn't sound as sweet. its familiar, but it's not warm. the voice of suguru geto would always make you feel as if you were wrapped in a fluffy blanket. the sound of your name coming from his lips was magical. but there was no magic, and there was no love in it. "h-huh?" you stopped and stared at him, you wish you could will your body to move but you couldn't. the man you killed with your bare hands, the love of your live, stood before you in the flesh. "S-SUGURU!" it hurt to see his body have such a reaction to your voice. to see his hand twitch and attack is own neck, maybe the soul and body truly exist in tandem. you were so out of it. you'd barely realized globs of a red, flesh looking substance was binding satoru. and as if in instinct you'd jump to protect him, as if he were suguru.

"ah, ah, ah!" from the black pit in the ground of the subway station arose a curse to stop you. you quickly exorcise the curse and he calls your name again. except its familiar this time. its warm— and you can feel a hint the magical tingle you get. someone must be screwing with you! this can't be real, he can't be real.

the 'stops's from satoru start to sound muffled as "suguru" walks towards you. stop? stop what? you think to yourself, accepting the touch of him. his hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. this can't be real—but he feels so warm. your soul is telling you it isn't him, that the man before you isn't suguru, but your head is spinning and you can't seem to focus properly. and suddenly his lips are against yours. you can hear satoru yelling, you certainly can—but you're not listening to what he's saying. suguru's lips are soft as they move again yours, tasting his tongue again was like a glimpse of heaven. you didn't process the words: "prison gate, close" from "suguru." not until gojo was suddenly gone in your peripheral and there was just a floating box.

the dark red box floated to suguru's outstretched hand, turning as grey as stone when it touches his palm. "wha—" you feel suguru's lips against yours again. "don't pay attention to that, just me," he whispers. it was a shame how quickly you gave into him. suguru chuckles when you become more forceful with the kiss, the box falls from his fingertips as he wraps his arms around your neck.

perhaps the kiss was just to distract you, perhaps he was going to far in his plan. but it seems that this body longs for you a lot more that kenjaku had thought. or perhaps kenjaku himself was longing for something he hadn't experienced in quite a while. but regardless of that, he felt himself becoming wet— turned on from simply a kiss. your relationship with suguru geto was certainly something! he thought to himself as he allowed you to push him against a concrete column of the subway, used for foundation. it seems mahito was correct when he said you could mix business with pleasure.

non-sorcerers stand scattered around the station, mindless from satoru's domain. they probably couldn't hear a thing even if they wanted to. kenjaku allowed you to touch him like that, to desprately pull off his clothes. he even laughed at how furiously you ripped off the gojogesa, perhaps a bit angry possesive that he was wearing something carrying gojo's name. even in suguru's memories, you were quite possessive of him, needing to keep a hand on him no matter where the two of you were. fuck—he was getting ridiculously turned on by your actions! his hands desprately grip your shoulders, his eyes fluttering as your kisses trail from his lips to his neck.

no, this isn't him. just like a few minutes ago, for the first time in centuries a body has acted on it's own. just how much did suguru love you? it was a stupid question, he thought seconds later. kenjaku knows how much suguru loves you.

for all of those years, despite what he said to you—you came back. he's seen suguru's memories. he knows how much you made love to him, especially during those ten years of him being a fugitive. whether you'd fold him over or held him in your lap, your kisses—were suguru's weakness. a pleasured shiver racks his body as you kiss and kiss him, his clothes falling to the ground as you kiss further down. "ah...a-ah!" your lips wrap around one his perky nipples. your tongue swirls around the pink nub, sucking on it lightly. suguru's back arches, surprise filling his eyes. kenjaku is aware how sensitive suguru's body is, although this was a little surprising. his cheeks flush as you move to the other one.

moans pathetically leave his lips, legs wobbling from your actions. he feels as if he could cry just from this, suguru geto really was lucky to have you. you pull away and watch his chest rise and fall, "suguru's" eyes widened and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"you look surprised," you kiss up and down his chest as you speak. "im sure you know how much me and suguru made love. i know him and his body more then he does himself." your voice is soft but there's a hint of anger in your eyes. some part of you hates this—but your heart thumps as you see him. you can't help but pick him, stripping him of the clothes on his lower body as you push him against the concrete foundation peice again. you glance down between his legs, slick painting his inner thighs. your kisses move down to his inner thighs licking your lips at his taste. bending down on the less than sanitary subway floor, your put your face between his legs, giving kitten licks to his clit.

your tongue swirls around his clit—dipping in between his folds for a true taste of him. your nose bumps his clit as you do, a gasp leaving kenjaku lips. your tongue slips inside of him and he involuntarily leans forward, putting one leg onto your shoulders. your hands cup his ass, keeping him this position.

this is a feeling kenjaku hasn't felt in a long time. specifically, the last time he was a woman. the feeling he had then—and the feeling he has now it similar, but it's different, more intense. and he knows why. his body—suguru's body, it feels so hot. he can't help but melt into your touch, fall in your arms and let you have your way. he can't tell if its muscle memory, or if it's suguru's soul interferring—but what's clear is this body loves you. the second he saw you, he felt something. the second he kissed you, he felt a pulse in his groin. suguru truly did belong to you—mind, body, and soul. the moans he was letting slip, higher octave and even whiny, that wasn't him. his body leaning into you, putting his leg on your shoulder, that wasn't him. and the way he humped your face with an eagerness, that surely wasn't him. kenjaku would never be so desperate. but it did feel fantastic.

"ah—fuck!" his eyes roll back, tongue lolled as he grips onto your hair. "ngh—! a-ah...mphf—fuck!" your erection strains in your uniform as he whines and moans. his eyelids flutter and his thighs tighten as he feels it. your mouth brings him to an orgasm as he's practically sitting on your face. you lap up his cum with your tongue, moaning into his cunt at the taste.

suguru kenjaku stumbles off your shoulder, hitting that same concrete column where his clothes rest below. before he could slide down and fall, he feels your hands on his hips, lifting him up as his shaky legs are unusuable. you flip him around and his chest and face are pressed to the concrete. he grabs the concrete column, at an attempt to ground himself before he feels your thick tip press against his pussy. he feels the tip push into him, a loud moan leaving lips. he's quite thankful for satoru's domain, or else the people hear would be getting quite the show. it was smart of him to send the curses away aswell, imagine what they'd think if they saw him— "ngh—AH! fuck— i...please! mphf!" he's panting as your cock slides in, kenjaku slaps his hand over his mouth, ashamed of his noises.

with no mercy you move once you've pushed into his cunt fully. the wet slaps of his pussy fill kenjaku's ears. oh how the memories are returning.

"fu—fuck!" the voice crack in his voice was pleasant as he tried to keep his moans quiet. he was so warm. his body rocks with your thrusts, feeling your fingers delicately knead his ass, rubbing the sore skin from the harsh smacks of your hips. his eyes cross and eyelashes fluttering as your balls mercilessly slap agaisnst his already swollen clit. kenjaku was enjoying this a bit too much. his hand couldn't help but fall— the curses and moans finally being set free. "good boy," he hears you coo. he'd be disgusted by it—maybe even hit you. but suguru's body isn't in tandem with what kenjaku may value. you feel the warmth around you tighten—your cock being swallowed by his pussy.

he couldn't help but arch his back, sliding his front just a bit lower for your cock to reach just a bit deeper. "aAH! ngh—" my, suguru was one lucky man. kenjaku is sure his cheek is red from the sliding, your rough treatment that made him rock helped none.

kenjaku is enjoying this too much. and believes he knows why. the memories of jin itadori were fresh on his mind. it wasn't too long ago that he experienced a woman's view of life— pregnancy, and the pleaures that could be given through the means of a vagina. it wasn't that long ago that he took cock into him, masquerading as a loving wife to conceive yuuji itadori. it wasn't that long ago that his eyes were rolled back and his head was pushed into the cushion as he was plowed into from behind. this wasn't new. it's almost as history repeated itself. his back bent and curved to take a man's cock deep inside of him. the pleasures women could perceive was a godly experience. as if his cursed and wretched soul were blessed to experience this.

up on the tips of his toes, his knees knock inward as you reach a particular spot within him. the spot that could get suguru cumming in seconds—and you spongey tip continued to plow directly into that particular spot. his eyes fluttered closed as he came with a cry on your cock. you slide your cock out quickly, cumming on the back of his thighs. the sound of your rough and pleaured panting aparent to his ears as you hold his bottom half up. you turn him around against the concrete column, panting as you speak. "one more— hah...one more time."

kenjaku couldn't help but reluctantly comply, the heat between his legs continued to grow—never had been so needy. "one more time," you pant into his ear as you hoist him up. a whine leaves his lips as you push one of his legs to his chest. suguru was always flexible, it was one of the things that made sex so enjoyable with him. you allow that leg to rest on your shoulder—holding the other one up with your hand to the back of his knee. it was such an interesting position, a breeding one had the two of you been on the floor, but kenjaku was sure he'd be given the chance to be fucked and filled again. perhaps to the point of cultivating another child?

a loud moan left his lips as you unexpectedly drop him on your cock. this entire time, you've used him as nothing more than a sex toy. a pussy to use to your satisfaction. did you truly love suguru? kenjaku wishes you would allow him his thoughts, but your cock was such an attention stealer! "fuck, this pussy was made for me," you hiss into the skin of his neck, rutting your hips against his.

pathetic girly whines and moans leave his suguru's lips. it was embarrassing how easily suguru's soul could slip in, how he could make his body do things kenjaku wouldn't even dream of doing. but it seems there was no choice at this point. two minds, body's, and souls were lost in the feeling of you. who knows was making the noise at that point. you felt so deep—how did suguru handle this all these years? kenjaku think to himself. your cock plunging over and over into his cunt was a pleasurable experience. your girth stretching him—length filling him to the brim. "i see why he loved this so much," kenjaku whisper aloud in the middle of you fucking him.

it seems you had ignored him, but he meant it. he understands why suguru was so cock addicted with you. he wonders what could possibly be going on in your head, wondering if your thinking through a pussy addiction.

and in one way you are—you're acting on a pussy addiction. an addiction reserved only for suguru. however, your mind was all over the place. your sure the other sorcerers are rushing, running around to get through the barriers. your sure they're getting hurt, but here you are—a special grade sorcerer—fucking the enemy. but the enemy felt so good! it was exhilarating to finally feel suguru once more. and if this was the last chance you would get to see him, you'd do it. you'd do in a heartbeat a thousand times. your cock plunging in and out of his messy pussy. wet and squelching noises fill your ears as he drips onto the floor—a white ring around the base of your cock.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. the words left your mouth like a prayer. his pussy felt so good! the only thought was cum and filling him up, your sure his mind was on it aswell. and it was. the thought of you breeding him seemed to be so pleasant. perhaps because it was suguru's body, but who wouldn't want your cum.

kenjaku felt the signs, and it seems you did too. a grunt leaves your lips, a whine leaving his as you both cum. his pussy wraps tightly around your cock, milking you for what your worth. a gasp leaves his lips when you slip out of his leaking cunt, more cum sputtering from your tip and now onto his face since you've dropped him on the floor. his naked body rested on the subway ground, your cum leaky pleasantly from his pussy—face decorated as well. it was bad. terrible—that you gave in. but this sight, the sight of your claim on suguru was enough to make up for it your head.

no matter what, suguru was the most important piece in your game of chess. it was unfortunate that the king—satoru gojo—was not.

[calaisreno]

Couple

865 words / Prompt: Imperfect

“We’re not—” John begins, but realises the futility of saying it again. 

“You’re a lucky man.” Hopkins winks at him. “I’d make a play for him myself, but he’s obviously taken.”

He watches her walk away while he stands at the bar, waiting for another pint. She’s just the kind of woman he once would have hit on. A fun flirtation. 

Now he doesn’t have the energy. And he’s wondering when that happened.

Sherlock is watching him. 

He should be used to it by now. People always assume they’re a couple, and really, he doesn’t mind so much. He’s stopped saying he’s not gay because it’s misleading, and he would rather be honest. But it’s nobody’s fucking business who he is.

Sherlock must know. God, they’ve known each other for years, lived together for months now, since he and Rosie moved back. They’re practically co-parenting, and often exchange the same weary look that only the parents of a toddler can wear. 

But Sherlock looks sad, he thinks. If John is honest with himself, he’s a bit worried that Sherlock is tired of the John-and-Rosie show, the trail of destruction Rosie leaves everywhere she toddles. The cases always used to bring them together, and now, even if they have a babysitter, John’s often too exhausted to go out with him. 

Even this, a night out with the Yarders, Rosie at home with Mrs Hudson, is less fun than John had hoped. Sherlock doesn’t care for pub nights, but he tags along because John presses him to be more social. 

He moves towards Sherlock, who’s sitting on the periphery of the noisy group. People don’t socialise with him much. Even the women who look at him with appreciation give up after a brief exchange. Sherlock can manage social occasions when necessary, but he’s clearly wishing he were somewhere else.

He slides into the seat opposite. “I’m glad you came.” 

“Why?” Sherlock gives him a sharp look. “So I could watch Lestrade’s team get pissed?”

“No, I’m glad because… I like being with you.”

Sherlock’s eyebrows rise. He gives an amused huff. “You live with me.”

“Yeah, I do. But at home there’s always some mess to clean up or Rosie to deal with. I’m sorry, I know this isn’t your favourite thing.”

“I don’t mind.” His mouth curves into a smile. “I like being with you, too.” 

John nods, takes a swallow of beer. “Stella was just making the usual assumption. We look like a couple. And I was wondering, are we?”

“Are we a couple?” Sherlock’s face does something complicated: surprise, discomfort, and then careful indifference. “People are idiots.”

“I don’t care about people. I care about you. Does it bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Because you don’t… I know you care about me and Rosie, but you don’t do…” The word is on the tip of John’s tongue, but he’s looking into Sherlock’s eyes, feeling completely obvious.

“Romance,” Sherlock says. “It’s a medieval construct, John, an idealisation of a reality that is often messy and contentious. People fall in love and marry; they run headlong into disappointment and divorce. I abhor the idea that we must put on blinders and pretend everything is perfect. It’s not, and never has been.”

John feels his heart sink a bit. “Yeah, you’re right.” He touches the side of his pint glass, watches the condensation run down. 

He’s thinking about his own failed marriage. He’d loved the idea of Mary, an escape from the past, the possibility of a future with a person who loved him. He’d built an idealised life in his head, and it hadn’t taken long for him to realise how mistaken he’d been. The night Mary died, he’d planned to talk with her, tell her what he’d realised about himself. He didn’t know where that would take them, but it had to be said. He’d only delayed because of Sherlock’s text.

“Love,” Sherlock continues, “has nothing to do with romance. It’s not perfect. It’s a decision, one we keep making because it’s important.”

Their eyes meet. John is looking up into Sherlock’s face, remembering when he said, we might all just be human. “Important. To you?”

“Yes.”

The group is suddenly louder, laughing and jeering at some remark. No one is looking at him and Sherlock. 

Those grey eyes are still gazing at him.

“Love is important, John. I know I don’t often express sentiment, but I do feel it. I do love you.”

At the look on John’s face, Sherlock’s smile turns to something sadder. 

“I adore you and Rosie, and I love the messiness of living with you. I don’t want a perfect life. I want you. I want us.”

“So, you’re saying… you want us... to be a couple?”

“We already are, John. What that means is up to us. Do you want more than what we have?”

“God, yes.” The words are out of his mouth before he thinks them. “I do. Want you. If you…?”

“Yes.” Sherlock is smiling now, a full, bright smile that practically lights up the room. 

John leans closer. “I love you too, Sherlock.” 

The kiss is messy and imperfect. And glorious. Nobody’s watching.

[coffeeforday]

I missed you too

Ukai Keishin x Reader

C/W: Minors DNI explicit content, unprotected sex, established relationship

W/C: 1.4K

A/N: I am moving the (2💀) fics I have on my 18+ side blog because I’m done with that 😌 this coffee is now spiked

This was my first smut, tbh I’m hoping this move is going to help me write again

There he is again, watching some old taped matches from another team. He’s so focused on getting ready for the coming match that he doesn’t notice you observing him from the door. You never thought you’d be jealous of a bunch of teenagers, but here you are, desperate to get some attention from your boyfriend.

You make your way to him and whisper his name.

“Keishin.”

You roll your eyes at his grunt, as if it was an acceptable answer. You tap on his arm, so he can uncross them and you settle on his lap when he does. His hands immediately go to your hips, his thumb drawing circles absentmindedly at the junction of your thighs, other than that, nothing shows that he noticed you sitting on his lap. His eyes are still glued to the screen as you lay your head on his shoulder. You play with the pocket of his stupid orange hoodie but his attention doesn’t shift.

So you sit straight, fingers threading in his hair. You know he likes that. As on cue, he releases an appreciative hum and tightens his grip. Happy with the reaction, you shift even closer to him, wiggling on his crotch. All you want is to remind him you deserve some attention too, and you got your work cut out for you since he’s still watching whichever future opponent that’s playing on the screen over your shoulder.

If you were patient, you’d wait for him to be done but you haven’t seen him in forever with how busy he is. He’s always working at the farm, working at the shop, coaching, prepping tournaments and practice matches. You’re forgetting how his cock feels inside you. You miss his hands on you.

You’ve decided that he worked enough. If he doesn’t get the hint now, he’ll never get it. So you stretch your torso and lift to your knees to kiss the top of his head while shoving your breasts in his face. Subtlety doesn’t work with Ukai. You keep his face there while you discard his headband and continue playing with his hair. The blond locks falling on his forehead are inviting and you rake your fingers through them.

“Oi, I’m trying to work here.” His muffled voice reaches your ear.

“Don’t you think you worked enough for today, Keishin?” You purr, using both hands on the back of his neck to make him look at you.

He frowns, “Well, there’s a big match coming up and I have to find a way to stop that fucking setter’s serves…”

You hum, showing you’re listening, but your mouth is busy leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. Now sitting down on his lap to have easy access to his neck, you grind on him. He fails at explaining what he’s trying to do, his sentence constantly broken by his content sighs. His hands move to your back, one creeping under your sweater, splaying his fingers to feel your soft skin, his other follows the curve of your ass, helping with your movements.

That was easy, you almost wished you got to tease him for longer, but you’re happy he finally gave in to your affections.

His fingertips are rough from all the work he does. The contrast is welcomed, it makes you shiver as he runs them up and down your spine. You finally reach his lips and you take a moment to inspect his face. His flushed cheeks and blown out pupils make you stop in your track, as well as the bulge forming under you. Heat pools in your stomach as you grind on it. He’s waiting for the kiss with parted lips before going to get it himself. It’s your turn to release a pleased sigh, you’ve missed him. And by the way his kiss grows deeper, you see he’s missed you too.

You fist his collar to pull him closer. He pulls you in too, the hand on your back pressing so your chest is flushed to his, the other one is sliding in your sleeping shorts, grabbing a handful of your ass roughly moving you over his strained pants. The plan to tease him backfired, you don’t want to drag this any longer— you want to feel him. Heavy breathing fills the room as your movements are fueled by impatience. The kisses grow sloppier, the touches more desperate, and it’s still not enough. Your hands run from his hair to his shoulder trying to feel his large frame before going down between you and fumbling with his pants.

Ukai hisses when his cock springs free and your hand goes immediately around it to give it a few pumps. He pulls back to look at you work, hypnotized by how big he looks in your hand. He takes off his hoodie and hurries to take care of your shirt too. This makes you let go of his cock, but it’s all worth it once he sees your boobs bounce free.

You both take a moment to drink in each other’s appearance. His hair is messy, falling on his face with some strands already sticking on it. His chest is rising and falling quickly, his cheeks are pink and you can see some purple marks blooming on his neck. You smirk at the sight, your hands brushing over them before travelling down his toned stomach and taking his dick again.

What he sees is just as pretty. Your bun is now loose and hanging on the side, flyaways evident after pulling your shirt off so quickly. Your lips are glistening from the sloppy kisses. He brings his gaze down to his lap, where your shorts have run up from the grinding. Your clothed pussy is so close, he can feel the heat coming from you, he feels your thighs squeezing his while you're chasing some kind of relief. It’s his turn to smirk.

“Look at how needy you are right now, baby.”

He grasps at your thighs pushing your loose shorts higher until he can see the edge of your panties and the junction of your thigh.

Your movements falter when he starts toying with your underwear, inching closer and closer to your throbbing clit. He slams his lips to yours when his thumb finally reaches your clit and starts circling it. You moan into his mouth and he smirks into the kiss. His free hand threads in your hair, pulling at it and bringing you even closer, so close that your hands keep bumping into each other as you touch each other.

He sighs in your mouth when you run your thumb over his slit. Impatience takes over after that, his hand leaves your hair to pull you over his dick. The hand that was busy on your clit pushes your bottoms to the side before sinking you on his cock. Breathy moans spill from both of your mouths as he gets deeper and deeper inside you. Your noses are touching, his eyes gaping at you while he holds you still. His lips curl a bit through the heavy breathing.

“Hi.”

You smile back and you sigh “Hi” back.

“Sorry I’ve been so busy lately.” He peppers your face with kisses as he apologizes. It makes you softly giggle and you feel him twitch at the sound.

With a sigh of relief, he releases his grip on your hip. The way he’s looking at you makes your stomach burn. It shows how much he missed you, you missed him too. No sounds reach you as you start moving up and down his length. The video was never paused but, right now, it’s just the two of you in this bubble. You lean your forehead on his and you finally answer him.

“I missed you, too, baby.”

He cranes his neck to kiss you hungrily, his hand on your back presses your chest to his. Each time you sink on his cock, your clit rubs on his stomach. The friction coupled with the way he fills you builds up your release quicker than you’d like. Your breath quickens, your walls squeeze him tight.

He grunts, “I’m gonna cum, too.”

His fingers are digging in the soft skin of your thigh. You come undone with a broken moan. Your movements slow down but he takes over, lifting you up and down his cock. You whimper at his quickening pace until he sits you on his thighs. His cock between you spilling cum on both your bellies.

In the background, the crowd in the video cheers and you can’t help but laugh at the perfect timing. You’re both giddy, kissing while coming down from your orgasms. It’s sticky and messy, your stomachs smudging the cum covering them, but you don’t care. It’s good to have him back.

[sweetdispatch]

Timezone - J. Slafkovsky

Songs masterlist

song: Timezone - Måneskin

pairing: Juraj Slafkovsky x girlfriend!reader

summary: Struggles in Juraj and his girlfirend's long distance relationship

warning: none

words: 1.1k

note: changed again songs masterlist and make it shorter, hope you don't mind!

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She and Juraj had been dating since they’re 16. They met in one of the Finnish high schools. He was trying to combine education with training. At the beginning it was tough, but when he met her, everything looked easier. She was tutoring him so he could get proper education and he was trying to teach her hockey. 

They acted like an old married couple, despite their young age. When Juraj had a debut in Liiga, her parents agreed on him moving with them so they could be closer to each other. This helped him a lot because earlier, he was all by himself in a different country and now, she had a new family with the love of his life. 

However, things got complicated when Juraj got drafted to Montreal. He had to leave her and move to a different continent and live 7 hours ahead of her timezone. She was the happiest person alive when he got into the NHL. She knew he's an incredible player and deserved this chance but was scared that they wouldn't make it as a couple. 

I call you every hour just to tell you that I’m losing my mind

First months were terrible. They couldn't get into each other's schedules. Many times, Juraj called her after a game, completely forgetting that it's the middle of the night for her. She had the same issue. She called him when she had free time but he was on training so couldn’t pick up. Slowly, their relationship became based only on text messages.

They’ve been struggling a lot. Juraj missed her voice and her face. They’ve been together for two years. He was living with her and her parents. This created a bond between them that was painful now. He was the happiest to play in the NHL but started questioning if this is worth their love. He got caught up with his thoughts that he ditched his teammates plenty of times.

She missed him too. She couldn’t watch hockey without thinking about him. It was tough because the whole city was living by this sport. She just wanted to hug him and kiss him. She knew they couldn't do anything about it, so she had to wait until she graduated to move to Montreal. Because of their distance, her grades started to fall down and her mood changed completely.

Only thing that keeps us apart 

Is a different timezone

On Christmas, her parents let her go to Montreal to be with him. It was the first time in months they could finally see each other. Juraj had training and games but still, he was coming back to her, not the empty apartment. He could picture this in the future. 

She was more than happy to be with him. She was cooking all his favorite food when Juraj was out. She took care of his whole apartment while he was planning dates and trips around Montreal. They felt like the day was too short for them. She even met his team and they could see how much happiness she’s bringing to him. 

After New Year’s Eve, she had to come back home. It was a hurtful time for them. For the past two weeks, they’ve been inseparable and now they have to come back to their jobs and live in different countries. She was crying all day when she had to pack but Juraj was repeating to her that only timezone is the issue when the love and care is still there. 

So fuck what I’m dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I’m coming home

In March, she had a crisis. She felt like she’s failing at school, failing her family and friends but most importantly, she felt like she’s failing Juraj. She hasn't spoken much, tried to keep it to herself but one day, she completely broke. She called Juraj to tell him how she’s feeling. At first, she didn’t want to bother him but she knew that he’s her safe space.

It broke Juraj’s heart when he heard what she’s been dealing with. Suddenly, hockey hadn't been his priority but she was. He was close to saying to the coach that he needs a personal break. He wanted to fly to her and cuddle her. He spoke with her parents about it but they convinced him to stay in Montreal. 

As much as they wanted him there to help their daughter, they didn’t want him to risk his career, especially that it was his rookie year. Juraj asked them to keep him updated with how she’s feeling, knowing that she won’t tell him the whole truth. It was a rough period of time for him.

And I don’t give a shit about the contracts that I signed

After the season was over, Juraj flew back to Finland to be with his girlfriend. He didn’t care that he had to stay for one more week to do media duties, he just wanted to be with her. He knew that he’s risking his place in the team by his actions but he tried to justify his actions. No one on the team said anything. They understood why he did it. 

However, the media team told Juraj that he can’t do that and he needs to tell them this earlier so they can find an alternative. Again, he didn’t really care. He hated doing media and if this was the thing keeping him away from his girlfriend, he’s not gonna be bothered by it. 

Now I know you’re sleeping, where I’m supposed to be in 

When summer was over, Juraj had to be back in Montreal. Still, he couldn’t go there with her. She was in last year of high school but after the season, they could be together. This thought was keeping him sane. The whole three months they had were incredible. They were everywhere together. Even when he was meeting his home friends, she was attached to his hips.

Every evening, Juraj imagined her waiting for him at his place but he knew she’s asleep in her bed. He wanted to call her and talk about his day but with her final year, he didn't want to bother her. When he was going to bed, he wished that she was laying next to him. She was his home and he missed her like crazy. 

One more season and she’s gonna be with me, that’s what Juraj was repeating to himself every day. 

She got so used to his presence during holidays that she felt like she couldn't sleep by herself. Juraj, laying in her bed and cuddling her to sleep placing soft kisses on her face and shoulders was something she was missing the most. She knew she needed to sleep but without him it was difficult.

Last year and I’m gonna be with him, that’s what she was repeating to herself every day.

[batwynn]

Sometimes a business quietly stop supporting queer people, diversity, and the environment and that sucks, obviously. But sometimes they make an entire press statement and say how they’re embracing the bigot money with their whole chest:

Link to the press statement.

So, yeah. Fuck them. Bigot bucks only go so far, and they aren’t about to buy out your fucking shit dog food because you yee-hawed their hatred. Hope your business fails.

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We are always here and ready to serve you and your family with our legendary service for the life you love. See you in the stores.

[sky-the-trans-guy00]

Her PR Guy -Ch.1

hey everyone! I started this fic a really long time ago, and decided to re-write it for a different player! Let me know if you have any requests and/or feedback :)

Feel free to use this idea for a fic if you're interested; I have no problem with re-using ideas.

Disclaimer

I wrote this story with a trans male insert because I, myself, am a trans dude, and there hasn’t been a whole lot of content in this fandom for trans men.

Backstory

Y/N worked for an NWSL team post-grad, as a social media assistant and decided to hop across the pond to work for Arsenal WFC,  after being offered a job as their primary content creator and media person.

Y/N’s POV

I met Alessia while working in Arsenal’s Public Relations Department. I had just moved on from an entry-level position at Bay FC with little to no idea what type of world I was stepping into. Armed with a passion for sports and storytelling, my job was to run the social media accounts, and help craft stories that captivated fans and media members alike. What I didn’t realize at the time, is that my story would be worth telling someday, too.

It was my first media day working for Arsenal, and I was totally freaking out. I mean, this was my dream, one that I had fought tooth and nail for. I had never dared to imagine this possibility, but here I was, and I felt woefully unprepared.

Get it together (Y/N)! We worked so hard to get here, and we got this. The board believes in us, and so do I!! You wanted so badly to have a fresh start, and here it is.

I went over to the players and introduced myself, "Hey everyone, my name's (Y/N), my pronouns are he/him, and I'm your new PR guy." A lot of the players seemed stunned, probably because I'm a guy working for an WSL team, so I decided to clear some things up. “I’m also a proud trans man who knows that the future is female, especially in sports. I’ll be mainly working with the photographers and videographers to get content for our socials, but I’m here if you need anything.”

Alessia’s POV

After Y/N walked away I was still captivated.

“He’s a cute one,” said Leah.

“Definitely,” I replied emphatically.

“He could be just what the doctor ordered, with your recent breakup and everything,” added Lotte

“He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure,” Alessia responded while looking at you as you walked away from the team, ”Let’s just hope he isn’t too full of himself….”

Y/N’s POV

It’s been over a month since I introduced myself to the players, and I can’t get Alessia Russo out of my head. She’s been flirting with me since we met, but I can barely function in her presence, not to mention I literally work for the team. Before I can get too in my head about it, I get a call from my buddy Alex.

“Hey (Y/N/N)! How’s the new job going?”

“It’s going well,” I replied, “I think I have a crush on one of the players though…”

“I fail to see the problem bro,” said Alex.

“You are a hot eligible bachelor, and any girl would be lucky to have you. You even told me that two of the players are together, so workplace dating is obviously not a problem.”

“Yeah, but I’m not trying to deal with another Karen incident!” I exclaimed.

Karen was a close friend of mine in college who really fucked me over. I managed her campaign for Student Body President, and when she found out I had a crush on her she flipped out and cut me off, only after she won the election. She ignored me for weeks following her win, and when we finally spoke about what had happened, she told me she thought it was best that we ‘keep it professional.’ To add insult to injury, all of our mutual friends decided I wasn’t worth sticking around for. I tried to take the high road and didn’t tell anyone my side of things until it was too late and they had already taken her side.

“How long are you going to let Karen control your life? You can’t keep giving other people your power, bro.”

I knew that he wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the past.

“Yeah, but this girl is so out of my league it’s unbelievable. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she has a girlfriend!”

“You sure about that Y/N?”

“Not entirely, but why would she date a loser like me when she has her pick of almost every queer athlete?”

Much to my chagrin, I was not athletic by any means, which was definitely an insecurity of mine. Deep down, I still felt like the sad, closeted, insecure kid with no friends from Middle and High School, despite all of my work in therapy.

“You may not be athletic, but you’re super kind and loyal as fuck. Trust me when I say that what you think you may lack in physical appearance pales in comparison to the type of person you are. You’re full of green flags— except for your inability to take a good selfie, which most people who know you happen to find endearing. Face it Y/N, the only thing that’s standing in your way is you. You control your own destiny, and you my friend are a catch; remember that.” Said Alex

“Thanks for hyping me up, my guy. I’m definitely going to talk to my therapist about this.” I said.

“As you should, Y/N! I’m here for you if you need anything, and I’m only one call away. You got this homie.”

I ended the call and reflected upon Alex’s advice.

Everything you want is in reach and ripe for the taking, you got this Y/N, I thought to myself.

[vicsnook]

Close To You | Scott Miller x Reader

word count: 2381

warnings: Smut, 18+, unprotected p in v

notes: Hey y’all! It’s been awhile since I last posted that is not to say I haven’t seen y’alls love on my other fics and I want to thank you so so much for that 🫶🏼. Here’s a little something with my current fav, pardon any errors, I wanted to post this asap. Please don’t forget to like and reblog!!

My heart is beating a million miles an hour as I will the doors to the shelter to stay shut. Holding on to Scott like my life depends on it (and it does) as the tornado comes closer and closer. “We’ll be okay,” he shouts over the noise but I’ve never been this close to death and that terrifies me.

The doors shake violently and I screw my eyes shut, praying to anyone to spare our lives. Scott’s grip on me seemingly tightens as the tornado comes over the shelter, and then the silence sets in, it’s over.

Daring to open my eyes I look up at my teammate Scott who not only saved my life but the rest of the team’s by pulling us all into the shelter. His grip on me loosened as his blue eyes met mine and a small smile danced on his lips and for once, I allowed myself to feel.

I watched quietly as he went around and checked on everyone then directed us back out. The debris was way less than expected, still my company SUV did not make it out unscathed which meant I’d be riding with Scott for the foreseeable future.

-

The warm water of the motel’s shower was a blessing as I washed away the horrible day. My cheeks heated in guilt as I thought of Scott’s grip on me. Shaking my head, I finished off and went to bed but my dreams weren’t any better.

The knock on the door startled me awake and looking at my phone I noticed it was only 2AM. Slowly I make my way to the door, only allowing myself to let out a breath when I see it’s just Scott on the other side.

“Hey, sorry to wake you but the A/C is out in my room and it’s a million degrees. Can I sleep on your floor?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes looking into mine waiting for my answer.

I feel my cheeks heat at the thought of sharing a room with him after the dream he woke me from in which he happened to be on top of me. Nevertheless, I step aside, and let him in, hoping he can’t see right through me.

“Um, Scott, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for both us and probably another person.” I say, looking at the floor, not wanting him to see how much I want him to say yes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I confirm, sliding onto my side and feeling the other side of the bed dip as he slides in after me. Thoughts are already running wild through my head as he places his arms behind his head and I notice the vein in his muscles popping.

“Well, goodnight!” I exclaim, as he catches me staring and he nods in response. Turning the other way I hope he can’t hear my heart race. Somehow soon after, I drift off to sleep.

-

Waking up the next morning, I’m initially startled as a pair of strong arms is holding me and then last night comes back to mind and it takes everything in me not to bolt up from the bed. Scott’s head is on top of mine and I can feel his muscular chest on my back. His leg is against- and I nearly yelp as I realize that’s not his leg against my ass.

I try to wriggle out from his hold as quietly as I can but fail miserably as he only pulls me closer. All I can hope is he can’t feel how wet I am as his bulge is now seated between my legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this has to be a dream.

But I know it’s not and at any moment Scott will wake up and our dynamic will change forever. Slowly, I work up the courage to move again, and this time, his arm moves up and I take the opportunity to get up and practically sprint to the bathroom.

The shower water is not cold enough to wash off the steamy thoughts going through my head as I picture Scott waking up and taking me right then and there. But thankfully I am interrupted by the knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, thanks for letting me crash. I’m gonna go shower and I’ll see you at the diner.” He says, through the door and I yelp out you’re welcome as I wrap a towel around myself and start to get ready for the day.

-

I look up from my coffee mug as the bell above the door rings and see it’s not Scott coming in but rather his mortal enemy, Tyler Owens. He catches my eye and flashes me one of his knee weakening smiles as he heads my way and takes a seat on the booth across from me.

“Howdy, sugar. Whatcha doing all alone?” Tyler asks, grabbing my mug and taking a sip of my coffee. He’s lucky we’ve been friends since college or else I’d be kicking him in the shins right now.

“Just waiting on the rest of the team.” I reply, “Make yourself scarce before you upset Scott,” I add quickly, not wanting to make things awkward.

“I doubt I could make him upset. After all he was the one sprinting out of your room with a very visible boner this morning,” He replies, chuckling at my very red face. I am so screwed.

“Mind your business,” I hiss, snatching my mug back and downing the rest of my coffee. Tyler shakes his head at me still laughing but for once takes the hint and gets up, heading to the counter to order and speak of the devil, Scott walks in and I feel the air go out of the room.

His serious demeanor is back as he heads to me and I truly hope things are not awkward. He slides into the booth quietly, not making eye contact and I want the ground to open up and swallow me. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“Nothing happened, we’re fine.” I respond, a little too quickly for him to believe me but he offers nothing else and we eat in silence when the food comes.

-

The ride with Scott is silent except for when he asks a question about the radar or I give him directions which doesn’t help my thoughts whatsoever. After picking up the last radar, I notice he’s not heading the right direction back to the motel but given his cold attitude I don’t want to question him. That is until we pull into a hotel that is way nicer than the motel and I shoot him a confused look.

“I figured we deserve to stay somewhere with good working A/C. We can go pick up the bags after I get us some rooms.” He offers, getting out of the SUV before I can reply.

I stay put in the SUV since he didn’t signal me to follow like he does most times and I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault we’re here. If only I hadn’t offered him my bed.

He comes back with a scowl on his face and slams his door shut. His hands gripping the steering wheel so hard, I can see the veins popping in his arms. And he looks so hot. Stop it!

He pulls out of the parking lot and starts back in the direction of the motel when I finally break the silence. “Everything okay?”

“Hotel’s booked up for a conference all weekend. Looks like I’m sleeping with no A/C tonight,” He rants, his hand coming to rest on my thigh as he hits the breaks when Tyler’s truck cuts him off. “God I hate that fucking hillbilly!”

“Scott, you can stay in my room. I’ll take the floor. ” I say, aware that his hand is still resting on my thigh.

“What kind of man do you think I am? We’ll just share the bed. I’m sorry,” He says, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable again.”

“You didn’t,” I counter. Noticing as he pulls his hand off my thigh.

“Yeah right, you basically sprinted to the bathroom this morning.” He spats, putting the SUV in park and I notice we’re in the motel parking lot.

And suddenly I feel cornered. I can’t tell him the truth, he’ll just reject me and things will be even more awkward, I reason as I pull my door open and feel the breeze, immediately calming me down.

“Can we talk about this inside?” I ask, turning around to face Scott who still hasn’t gotten out of the SUV and he nods. My nerves are going insane as I feel him behind me on the stairs and I swear I feel his breath on my neck as I open my room door.

I take as long as possible to take off my boots and set down my stuff before I turn to face Scott who’s still standing by the door. Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry that I reacted the way I did this morning. I thought it would make things less awkward if I wasn’t there when you woke up and saw what you were doing.” I say, letting out a shaky breath and looking away from Scott’s piercing blue eyes.

“Y/N, since when is cuddling a crime? I thought, well, I thought that’s what you wanted since you asked me to sleep on the bed.” He said, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. Continuing when I didn’t offer an answer. “Javi told me you liked me and I just took a chance, I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries. I was wrong to assume.”

“You weren’t,” I whisper, looking up at him.

“What?”

“You were right. I do like you. I just didn’t think you felt the same,” I reply, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“I thought I’d made my feelings obvious this morning.” He replies, walking across the room and lifting my chin up to look at him and I see sincerity in his eyes.

And before I lose the courage, I’m closing the space between us, our lips moving perfectly in sync as we get to explore each other. His hands are traveling up and down my body and I tug on his hair. Please don’t let this be a dream.

He walks us back to the bed, only stopping his kisses to remove his shirt and I take the opportunity to gaze at the man in front of me. But I don’t get to do it for long because his mouth is back on mine and he’s placing me on the bed, carefully climbing on top of me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, pulling away and I feel like my heart might explode. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and pulling it off and his mouth is on my neck before my bra reaches the floor.

We slowly strip each other, Scott traces every piece of my bare skin with his hands as the clothes come off and I shake in anticipation. He grunts when I tug at his hair as he kisses my neck.

I run my hands down his abs and it’s way better than any of my fantasies. I palm him through his boxers and he groans in my ear as I slide my hand under the waistband and pull his cock out, and he slides the boxers all the way off.

Slowly I run my hand up and down his length and take pleasure in the way his breath hitches and he closes his eyes. “I need to be inside you, honey” he grunts, stilling my hand and I nod, not trusting my words.

He looks down between us and guides himself to my entrance, slowly pushing in while still giving me time to adjust and I am grateful because he’s way bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. “Y’okay, sweetheart?” he asks, and I pull his face down, kissing him in response as he bottoms out in me.

The slow pace Scott choses is almost criminal so I still him and immediately he looks at me with worry. “I want to ride you,” I say quietly and his smile lets me know I made the right choice. He tortures me by pulling out slowly but I’m quick to climb on top as soon as he is laying on his back.

His hands rest on my hips as he guides me down his length and I moan in pleasure. I hold on to his muscular shoulders and start to set a pace with him meeting me with rhythmic thrusts in response and it’s not long before I feel myself getting close to falling apart.

The room is filled with our moans and sweet nothings and I can’t help but smile as he pulls me closer to his chest and takes my nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other.

“F-fuck,” I moan and he lets go of my nipple, finding purchase on my neck and I almost lose it as he speeds up his thrusts.

“You feel so good baby,” he groans in my ear and I whine in response as I fall apart and he fucks me through my orgasm. My mind is blank with pleasure and I dig my nails onto his shoulders as I feel his thrusts get sloppier.

And then he comes, and my name has never sounded so beautiful until that moment when he’s uttering it over and over as he kisses everywhere on my face.

-

The warm water is exquisite as Scott scrubs my sore body slowly, trailing small kisses as he goes and I smile leaning onto him. His hands come to rest around my waist and he kisses my neck and my legs feel like jelly. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, Scotty.” I whisper, turning around to face him and he smiles before turning off the water and reaching for a towel. This is going to be a long long night.

[georgegraphys]

Wasn't gonna talk about F1 today and continue posting Erling and football stuff but...

The fuck is his problem?

It is ONE thing to acknowledge that Logan Sargeant might not be the best driver in Formula One but it is ANOTHER thing to say unnecessary things like this.

I don't fully know the context and I hope someone can educate me on the context better. Like was he asked about this that prompted him to answer the question with such an answer or was he just simply being a bitch? But nonetheless, there are millions of better ways to answer a question without such a statement. Provoked or not this is rude as fuck. Unless he got baited, he is still a dick for this type of answer.

Me or you don't need to be a Logan fan to know that this statement is unnecessarily stupid and bitchy from James Vowles. Logan is still his driver. What the fuck with the continuous disrespect? Does James Vowles know that regardless of the performance or merit his employee brings to the team, it is still HIS job to give respect to his employee? Because it is literally his decision to bring Logan in to the team for 2024. He can't be a dick to his own choice. That's stupid. If he wants to boot Logan out of the team then do it since 2023??? But instead of doing that, he pulled the angelic caring dad-figure TP bullshit PR move. Instead of also bringing closure to Logan's future in F1, he kept playing unnecessary mind games, being arrogant, continuously disrespecting his employee, thinking that his F1 team is an important big team when they currently have nothing except the remnants of their past glory? They can never return to their glory if they keep this arrogant act up. "Oh Ari but it's the leader only-" a leader reflects on how the institution works, he leads the team, his behaviour reflects on the organizational behaviour and culture. If he fails to set the right example to a basic human respect and has a basic human decency, don't expect him to be able to apply it on his team accurately.

I can't think of any great team principals right now. But I can only think of one thing.

This man. He acts like he can guarantee a 100% bounce back for Williams and he acts like he 100% did everything for Williams when he also fed on Jost Capito's hardworking. This arrogant man really thinks he is Pep Guardiola or Jose Mourinho type of boss who can jump shoot a team to success. Someone needs to humble him up. He has zero business to disrespect anyone on his team while acting like his team is the BIG championship winning powerhouse team that they are currently not. His team is still considered a backmarkers and he is doing all this already? Wonder how he'll act when Williams starts being in the middle or on the front row?

To any JVowles shooters out there that might be angry with my rants? Today, he did this to Logan. Tomorrow, it could be your driver. Just because your driver is currently in his good graces, doesn't mean this mf will never pull such shit on them. He would. Maybe one day. Who knows? It's behavioural.

Just because Logan Sargeant is NOT performing well or up to Formula One's standard, DOES NOT mean this mf can speak like this. "Oh but it's harsh tru-" Harsh truth is said directly to the person involved, public humiliation and saying these things to the media is a pathetic act of cowardice. James Vowles gives no respect to one of his employees and he'll do the same thing to another person in the future. Why so? If you can't give bare minimum respect to one person, you'll fail to give others the same thing. No matter how big or small

[23fallencomets]

okay i have time now to put my thoughts in order

1) i knew logan was going to get dropped, but we did get pulled into a sense of false security because the rumors have been going on for-fucking-ever that we didn’t actually think they were going to do it. Some are saying james did want logan to finish out the season, but his hand was forced by higher ups (i doubt it since this man has vocally wanted logan out for so long and basically re-signed him as a seat warmer for Sainz)

2) i think the reason why everyone was surprised regardless was because of how horribly they went about it? like first you announce his replacement before you make a statement about Logan, and when you do it’s one post with three complete sentences overall, in the middle of EIGHT post of Sainz. Secondly, you announce that Franco is replacing him before you announce that Logan was dropped. Time and time again, we have seen the disrespect Logan has gone through and he still shows up ready to go.

3) There was no way red bull was letting liam go.period. And if Toto wanted Mick to show what he was made of, why didn’t Toto sign Mick for the second Mercedes seat? He had already said Fred wasn’t what they were looking for.

4) James has been focusing way too much on the future rather than the present. I get the whole remaking history thing, but that’s hard to do when you can’t even manage your team! He’s already thinking about 2026-2027, when they have barely gotten the upgrades to even try to put up a fight. The one time they did put upgrades they failed so bad they had to take them off completely.

5) what are they going to do with Franco? he can’t go back to f2, will have four fp1 sessions (counting the monza practices) and then what? be put as a reserve driver until a spot opens up? can he even go back to f2?

anyway, that’s all i have right now. the whole situation is just so illogical and ridiculous. they’re risking franco’s career just like they did with logan and the risk-reward factor just doesn’t seem worth it.

i hope franco gets to prove himself and williams actually does support him rather than hanging him out to dry. my heart goes out to logan and i hope he pops back up and is able to put this behind him.

*don’t hate on franco, he is quite literally just doing his job at this point.