#i kept getting distracted 💔

[rockintapper]

i cooked

[kingdomstims]

-> happy (belated) birthday @garfieldstim!! board with both junhan & han with stuff i thought you'd like, such as mycology & loosely horror stims :3

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 7 GIFs with two images on either side of the middle row. GIF 1: A pan-over of mushrooms on a mossy log. GIF 2: Devils finger fungus growing, unfurling its tendrils. GIF 3: Rain falling on a window at night, lit up by a cityscape. Image 1: Junhan from Xdinary Heroes. GIF 4 (center): A white mushroom being plucked from the ground. Image 2: Han from Stray Kids. GIF 5: First person POV of driving down an empty country road at night. GIF 6: A timelapse of a forest floor as the shadows of trees above shift. GIF 7: A spinning lamp next to textbook pages of butterflies and mushrooms. End ID]

[bytemee]

SECOND NATURE — kim minjeong.

synopsis. winter supposedly hates when you tease her—but she hates it even more when your attention is on someone else.

pairing. winter x added!member!reader

warning(s). fluffy, r is a big tease tease, slightly possessive winter, and let me know if there's more!

words. 850 💔

authors note. had to get a req out. im not ignoring them i swear im just lazy & kinda busy. also not a lot of drama im sorry anon :( it was just too cute

navigation. main masterlist. request.

winter was in the middle of a solo live broadcast when you decided to join in through the comments.

at first, you kept it subtle, just sending random emojis and vague messages. but then you saw her sipping on her drink, and you had to say something.

y/n: why do u hold ur cup like that lmao

y/n: so small… like ur hands

winter paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing. “yah,” she muttered, scanning the comments until she found yours. “why are you even here?”

she tried to act unfazed, but the way she adjusted her grip on the cup said otherwise.

y/n: just admiring how cute u look struggling w that big cup

winter choked on her drink. “i am not struggling!” she insisted, wiping her mouth. “this is normal!”

the fans, of course, began eating up the drama. you and winter exchanged quips for a bit, with winter growing more and more flustered each time, much to your entertainment.

y/n: show them ur hands compared to the cup

winter hesitated. “no.”

y/n: pls

she sighed before finally holding up the cup next to her hand.

it was, in fact, way too big for her.

you nearly cackled.

y/n: ohmygod

winter immediately ended the live.

then there was the time during rehearsal when she was trying to focus on a dance move, and you just had to mess with her.

winter is practicing a turn, her expression serious as she concentrates. but the moment she lands and meets your gaze, you give her a slow, exaggerated wink.

she stumbles.

“y/n!” she whines, immediately turning back around to avoid your smug face.

“what?” you ask innocently. “did i distract you?”

“obviously!”

you chuckle, walking up to her. “my bad, my bad. here, try again.”

she eyes you suspiciously but sighs before resetting her stance. you nod encouragingly as she prepares to turn again.

just as she moves—

you poke her side.

she yelps, spinning a little too fast and losing her footing. she goes down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, glaring up at you from the floor.

you grin sheepishly.

winter is furious.

she’s so easy to mess with—it’s practically a sport at this point.

winter sits cross-legged on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of your approach. you sneak up behind her and suddenly wrap your arms around her shoulders.

she flinches, almost dropping her phone. “yah!”

“just checking if you’re still ticklish,” you tease, resting your chin on her shoulder.

she wriggles in your hold, huffing. “i’m not—”

you squeeze her sides lightly.

she yelps.

the entire room erupts into laughter. giselle and ningning are practically on the floor.

winter twists around to glare at you, cheeks burning. “i hate you.”

“you love me,” you correct, grinning.

she groans, smacking your arm. “go away!”

it’s supposed to be a casual group live—just you, winter, karina, giselle, and ningning, sitting together promoting the new single and chatting with fans.

and for the past few minutes, you’ve been directing all your teasing at giselle.

“eh, why do you always sit like that?” you laugh, nudging giselle’s shoulder.

she raises an eyebrow. “like what?”

“like you own the place,” you joke. “you sit like a ceo in every live.”

the fans flood the chat with laughing emojis, some agreeing, others spamming “giselle ceo era.”

giselle plays along, smirking. “maybe i do own the place.”

“oh?” you lean in, grinning. “should we start calling you boss?”

winter, sitting beside you, shifts slightly. you don’t notice at first—too focused on the banter with giselle. but the chat certainly does.

winter looks mad lol

minjeong is pouting.

she’s jealous.

meanwhile, you continue teasing. “giselle, say something ceo-like.”

giselle dramatically clears her throat. “you’re all fired.”

the group bursts into laughter, but before you can say anything else, you feel a hand tug at your hoodie.

you barely have time to react before you’re pulled back—right into winter’s side.

you blink, glancing at her. she isn’t looking at you, instead focusing on the screen with a suspiciously neutral expression.

but her grip on your hoodie tightens.

winter pulling y/n helppp.

possessive winter omg.

did she just…

you glance at giselle, who is trying not to smile. ningning and karina look equally amused.

you smile.

“stop teasing giselle,” winter muttered under her breath, and though she tried to sound casual, the possessiveness in her tone wasn’t lost on you.

you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “yeah, okay, fine.”

winter lets go of your hoodie and tries to play it off as nothing, but you know she can still feel the weight of your eyes on her.

you tried your best to stifle your smile, but it was hard not to enjoy the way winter was reacting. she glanced at you from the corner of her eye, but as soon as she saw you looking back, she quickly turned her head away.

she was so cute.

you reach over and take her hand.

she tenses, glancing at you again.

you smile warmly.

the fans in the chat go crazy.

again.

[jo-speaks]

I'VE GOT YOU

overview: you're having one of those days you just can't explain, but you've got quinn by your side.

warnings: honestly, i don't know. angsty + comfort all that jazz. crying, lowkey disassociating, etc.

note: very much inspired by my day today, except i don't have a quinn hughes to make it better 💔 (im good now i promise)

+ check this out if you need it 🫶🏼

It had been one of those days. 

One of those days where nothing seemed enticing, desirable. You couldn’t find a word for the way you were feeling, and it certainly didn’t help when Quinn had left due to his early 1 pm game just as you were waking up. 

The room felt cold and lonely; the blankets he had tucked you into a little tighter before leaving being the only form of comfort you could find at the moment. This feeling was strange. You weren’t upset. You didn’t want to cry. You just wanted to lay there, unmoving for the whole day. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to reach for your phone to distract your brain for a while. Hearing the familiar buzz, you knew Quinn was sending his usual text that he always did before games. 

q: hope you’re watching, wish me luck :)

q: i love you. ❤️

The guilt that surged through you was unreal. You wanted to text him back, let him know you loved him too. You wanted to watch him do what he loved, support him even when you weren’t at the arena to see it live. Everything in your body was screaming at you to get up and turn on the TV.

But you couldn’t.

Nothing physically held you down, nothing was restricting you from reaching a short distance to the side to get the remote. Yet you just couldn’t. Your body was exhausted, but it wasn’t physical. 

You closed your eyes, hoping this feeling would go away with some more sleep. Something in your mind kept you awake, though, your eyes shooting right back open and finding a space on the wall to stare at until you were sick of it. 

Unaware of how to fix this feeling, your eyes began to water, tears quickly forming and slipping down your cheeks and onto the mattress. Soft tears quickly turned into sobs as you turned to Quinn’s side of the bed, grabbing his pillow and hugging it so tightly it could explode. The cushion muffled your cries as they fell, quickly picking up the intensity before you could stop it. 

You were so confused. Why was this flood of emotions suddenly crashing over you? What caused it? Why couldn’t you stop it?

Shifting yet again, you let go of his pillow, the scent of him adding to that sub feeling of guilt, turning back to stare at the wall as your arms wrapped around your body, holding yourself as if you’d shatter if you let go.

So lost in your own mind, hours passed by, and before you could realize it, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, shoes slipping off and being put on the rack by the entrance. 

By now, your sobs had turned into deafening silence as you laid in the same spot, back turned to the bedroom door. 

“Sweetheart?” Quinn called out into the empty space of the living room. 

He’d noticed you hadn’t responded to his text or even opened it, but since he’d normally return home to see you perched on the couch, or in the kitchen cooking up a new recipe you’d found on Pinterest, he hadn’t thought anything of it until he was met with the echo of his own voice. 

You weren’t one to sleep in so late, and with the clock reaching five pm, his confusion shot up by a million. Before he’d start to panic, he’d enter your shared bedroom to investigate the improbable. 

However, his eyes widened slightly when he saw you lying there exactly how he’d left you this morning. His instinct was to joke around with you and see if you were just so tired from your day that you needed to lie down again. But when he saw your hands wrapped around yourself, he swore his heart broke a little. 

He was quick to be by your side, hovering above the side of the bed to find your face tear-stained, yet so blank.

“Y/N?” He kneeled down, his face now on level with yours. Your eyes were still looking past his, as if you were unaware he was even here. Yet the second his hand came up to cup your cheek, your eyes found his in an instant. 

The second you locked eyes with him, you could see the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly, confused as to what had happened. That guilty feeling came back, tears welling in your eyes again as you felt those overwhelming waves coming back to get you. The change was so sudden, Quinn barely had any time to brace himself before your eyebrows knitted together, streams of tears falling down your face, re-hydrating the stains left behind from before.

Quinn moved quickly, his hands tugging you up by the arms to hold you. The position was awkward, your legs fully extended in front of you but your upper body twisting to rest on his clothed chest. It was tight, supporting. His hand came up to hold the back of your head, the other looped around your waist. You brought a hand to hold the one he had entangled in your hair, intertwining your fingers with his as your grip tightened as if he would run away if you let go. 

Amidst his confusion, he had no intention of going anywhere until you were ready. He didn’t know what was going on, but he recognized your fragile state the second he laid eyes on you. He wasn’t trying to pry, he wasn’t going to question you; he was just going to hold you. For as long as you needed him. 

“I’ve got you, my love.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto it, “I’ve got you.” 

Those words broke you further because you knew they were full of truth. He had you. When you needed him and when you didn’t, he always had you. 

His thumb rubbed slowly up and down your waist, the gentle movement soothing you more than it should. Harsh cries into his shirt turning into soft sniffles as you began to move, pulling back to look at him. You let go of his hand, letting it come around to wipe the tears off your face. 

Quinn nodded subtly – more to himself than anything – shifting you around so your legs were now wrapped around his waist. He stood up, making his way to the couch he knew you loved doing anything and everything. Sitting down, he kept you in his lap so he could look up at you and hold you comfortably. His eyes were full of worry, but you couldn’t relieve it because even you were confused as to what brought this on.

He stared into your eyes longingly, searching for answers he would never find if he didn’t ask. “Talk to me.”

You shook your head slowly, maintaining eye contact, trying to find words that seemed so out of reach. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay.” He said sincerely, “You don’t have to know. Just tell me what you need from me so I can help.”

His words alone were enough to cause some stray tears to slip. They stopped as quickly as they started when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tucking your face into his neck. “Just stay with me?”

Quinn laughed softly at the words, the request sounding ridiculous to him because where else would he want to be if not with you? 

“As long as you need. I’ve got you, Y/N.”

[mywritersmind]

hi love!! how are you??💗

theres such a lack of franco stuff 💔 so since i just saw u were asking for ideas what about maybe franco and the reader have had feelings for each other for a while but kept them to themselves and something happens that provokes franco to confess 🤭 or the other way around :)) you can do whatever you want <3

JEALOUSY - FC43

listen up : no warnings!! thanks for the request this is super fun and proud of franco for q3 today🧉🫡 keep requesting!!

word count : 1200

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“Hi love.” Franco says smoothly in my ear, his hand resting on my waist as I take the drink out of his hand, coughing and handing it back quickly. He frowns, “I thought you would like this.”

I shake my head, “Gross.” My friends all look at us as he sips the drink.

“Just fuck and get it over with.” My friend says, making everyone laugh except Franco and I. I raise a brow at them as they apologize and scurry away.

I step away and look at Franco, his eyes are wandering around the club. He’s in all black, his waves big and as a piece falls in his face, he catches me staring.

We’re friends. I know that. And I love him for it. He’s respectful and kind, flirty and hilarious, and will never leave me behind. But sometimes it’s hard, I feel like we have these moments then it just disappears.

“Love?” He asks and fuck me, that nickname gets me everytime. I look away and try to hide my blush but he grabs my chin and turns my head back, a grin on his face and a spark in his eyes.

“I need an actually drinkable drink!” I yell over the music as he laughs and stands up straighter.

“I’ll grab you something.” He says it quickly but I shake my head.

“No chance, Colapinto!” I back up, “Don’t cry without me.”

“Unlikely.” He winks and when I turn, my cheeks are still hot. My friends give me a look and I can’t help but smile, I like Franco. I can’t help it.

You try having your best friend flirt with you while looking like that.

I’m still smiling when I order my drink. I almost don’t notice the man sliding up next to me. He’s tan and blonde, he smiles at me and I politely smile back, looking away.

When he doesn’t move, I look back to him again, “Hi- Sorry, I couldn’t help but come up to you. You’re gorgeous.”

I smile politely, “Uh, Thank you!” I am single, even if my mind tricks me sometimes when I look at Franco.

“You here alone?” I’m about to say no but when I turn to look at Franco, I laugh out loud. He’s with a girl, she’s pretty with dark skin and boobs that Franco’s getting distracted by.

“Yes!” I turn back to him, “I am!” The bartender hands me my drink and I start on it immediately, “I’m Y/n.”

He smiles, “JJ.” He starts talking about himself and as I listen, my hand goes to his arm and he scoots a bit closer.

I find myself genuinely laughing at things he says, not because I find him funny but I find what he’s saying ridiculously stupid.

I can’t help but look back at Franco, he’s staring at me. That’s surprising. The girl is still next to him, smiling and talking still.

I raise my brows at him and he does the same to me. I mouth, ��What?’ but he just rolls his eyes and looks back at the girl. Fuck. Him.

“Y/n? Are you listening to me?” I look back at the man who didn’t even ask me a question, as he frowns.

“Dude, I don’t even remember your name.” I take my drink and walk away. I see Franco follow me out of the corner of my eye.

I groan, walking past my friends as they ask me what’s wrong, “I’m gonna go!” They start to follow me out but stop when they see Franco.

I set my drink down and keep maneuvering through the crowd, the fresh air finally hitting me. “Y/n!” He yells after me but I keep walking, ignoring the cold.

I don’t say anything so he calls after me again, “Y/n! You can’t just leave alone!”

I roll my eyes and turn around, “What do you want me to do then? Go home with that blonde?” I say sarcastically as his face drops.

We’re farther away from any people now, “No. I wanted you to come get me.”

“And take you away from your attention holder? No thanks.”

He shakes his head, “This can’t be because you’re jealous.” he scoffs, “I was having a conversation! And we’re not…” he trails off and I groan.

“We’re not what, Franco? And I'm not the one that is jealous in this situation! You were giving him a death glare.”

“Yeah well the way he was looking at you, he deserved it.” I roll my eyes and start to walk away again but he grabs my arm, “Wait- Y/n! I don’t get it.”

“Seriously? Are you that fucking blind or just plain stupid!?” He looks shocked I would yell at him.

Well I'm pissed off and angry at him. “You can't complain about some guy talking to me when you were otherwise occupied.”

“She- No. Y/n, I was barely listening to her. She fucking recognized me and I couldn’t hear a thing she said because you were laughing with that douche bag!”

I cross my arms, his touch leaving me. “You don’t even know him.”

“What’s his name, Y/n. I’ll get to know him.” He raises a brow as I look away, “I just- Fuck it’s hard. And I don’t want some slimy prick hitting on you!”

“Right, cause you’re the only slimy prick who gets to do that.” He lets out a dry laugh. “You are jealous!”

“Of course I am!” His tone makes me frown, he sighs then looks me in the eye, “I don’t want to share you. I hate being your friend because all I can think about is us kissing but that’s weird because you don’t want more and I'm trying to be respectful and a gentleman but shit, Y/n. You’re making it really hard.”

I just stare at him, frozen. He speaks again, “And I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for getting you to ditch that guy but…” I laugh a bit and it makes him smile, “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

I shake my head, everything I've dreamed about coming true in the matter of minutes, “Franco.”

“If you’re gonna reject me, just get it over with please.” I laugh and his face tells me it doesn’t make him feel better.

“Franco.” He meets my eyes again as I move my hands to his neck, then jaw, reaching up and kissing him softly, “I really like you too.”

He freezes for a second and I'm worried I've done something wrong. But then his face breaks into a grin and he kisses me again, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me in the air.

I laugh as he hugs me, “This is the best day of my life.” He sets me down as my cheeks start to hurt from my smile.

“I thought your F1 debut was the best day of your life?” His hands slide to my waist as he shakes his head rapidly.

“Fuck that. Better things have come!” He kisses me again and I melt into him, “You’re better than anything I could have asked for.”

[marianasbored]

Jun-ho, Dae-ho, thanos (separate, like 3 mini stories, if you get it??? Otherwise do how you like it) fucking reader so good she gets problems with her asthma. Not like she needs medical attention but a five minute break to get/take her medicine and then she's ready to go again!!

TYYY FOR SENDING ME A REQUEST AAAAA

THIS CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME OFC ILL DO IT 😛😛 I HAVE BREATHING PROBLEMS TOO GIRLY 🙏

SORRY THIS TOOK A HOT MINUTE TO WRITE AND I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE BETTER BUT I JUST WANTED TO POST IT ALREADY 💔

Note: I’ve never written mini stories like this before and I barely read any Thanos or Jun-ho stuff so this might suck 💔 I’ve also never had an asthma attack before 😭

Jun-ho, Dae-ho, and Thanos x asthmatic reader !!

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Jun-ho :

warning: I don’t think I’ve ever read anything Jun-ho related so sorry if this is out of character or something 😭

You woke up with Jun-ho in your bed, deciding to cuddle for a while before getting up. But one thing led to another…and now his cock is deep in your warm pussy >.< !!

I mean can you blame him? You sound so pretty when you’re sleepy, and the way the morning light fell on your face made you look like an angel.

You guys were still technically cuddling… just now with your panties pulled to the side…

“H-haah..Jun-ho..” you moan, trying to catch your breath as his cock bullied your insides

“You’re doing so good baby… so perfect all for me…” he moaned in your ear

You were being so loud, you couldn’t help it!! He was fucking you so good…your legs were literally shaking !!

“Jun-ho…!” You whined again, causing him to pick up the pace

Fuck, you really were breathing heavily now… I mean he was fucking you like it was the last time he’d be able to or something !!

He noticed pretty quickly there was something off, despite him being a little distracted by your pussy >.<

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked softly, slowing down to help you catch your breath

“M-mhm..” you nodded, feeling dizzy “just…n-need…my…inhaler…” you panted

He reached behind him on the night stand and grabbed you your inhaler, handing it over to you gently and paying close attention to you

He gave you a moment to compose yourself before you smiled, chuckling softly, the sound making him relax

“Feeling better?” He asked, kissing your cheek with a little smirk

“Y-yeah..” you said “please..keep going now..” you whined

“That’s my girl” he said with a grin, starting to fuck you at the same pace again

Dae-ho:

Dae-ho had you in missionary, just so he could stare at your pretty face while he fucks you :3

“You look so perfect baby…” he moaned, delivering slow, deep thrusts.

All you could do was moan, watching as he moved his hands to squeeze and play with your tits. >.<

“Dae-Ho..” you whined as he fucked you faster, going impossibly deeper

“You feel so good baby..” he moaned “just so perfect..”

He kept squeezing your tits, the stimulation driving you crazy >.<

You close your eyes, tilting your head back due to the pleasure before he suddenly slows down “uh uh uh” he tsks at you

“look at me baby” he commanded softly, and you open your eyes once more

“Good girl” he smiled and kissed your neck before speeding up his thrusts, the sound of your moans increasing as you started to pant

“You sound so pretty..” he said softly, causing you to whimper

He kept speeding up, and the more he did, the worse your panting got

“Shit” you thought. You didn’t want him to stop, but you were starting to think that you needed your inhaler !!

“D-Dae-ho..” you whined, but the way you said it caused him to slow down a little in concern

“What is it baby?” He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead

“Need my . . .inhaler. . .” You panted

He wasted no time in pulling out and grabbing your inhaler, his instincts kicking in as he handed it to you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“You okay baby?” He asked, handing you a cup of water as you nodded and drank it

He sat up and placed you on his lap. “You sure?” He asked

You put the water back on the nightstand “yeah I’m sure..”

He kissed you on the cheek and then started kissing your neck “wanna keep going?” He asked in between kisses

“Y-yes please..” you whined from the sensitivity of your neck, watching him continue to kiss you gently.

He then lifted you up and slowly pushed his cock into you, grabbing your hips and making his pretty girl ride him >.<

Thanos:

Warnings: Thanos calls reader “slut”, spanking, hair pulling, drug use, unprotected sex, Thanos is a little mean but nothing crazy

Thanos was fucking you from behind, your ass arched high in the air for him to see. His hands were gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and the sound of your moans filled the room.

You had both taken one of his pills just to hang out and watch a movie, but you know nothings ever “just a hangout” with Thanos.

“F-fuck..!” You moan as he picks up the pace, letting out a loud whimper as he lifts up a hand to slap your ass.

“Yeah you like that?” You could hear his grin “fucking slut..” he groans, watching how his cock slides in and out of you at a rough pace

He was fucking you so good, the drugs making it feel even better, and making you feel more sensitive than usual >.<

“Fuck..she’s drooling all over me..” he said with a low moan, referring to how your pussy was leaking on his cock.

He moved one of his hands from your hips to your hair, tugging at it just to hear you whine and get louder

“My perfect slut..” he moans “no one else gets to fuck you like I do..” he tugged on your hair a little harder as you murmur a little “mhm..”

“Fucking use your words” he grunts, spanking you again “Y-Yes sir..!” You managed to choke out “Good slut” he smirks, moving his hand to toy with your clit.

Fuck, he was making you see stars, making you pant, making you dizzy, making you hyperventilate-. . .-wait a minute! Hyperventilate? All of the sudden you realize you don’t remember how to breathe properly!! And the dizziness is getting worse !!

You start waving your arm at him weakly, trying to touch his hand to get him to stop, all while trying to steady your breathing. “Baby I can’t..-“

You try to speak, making him slow down a bit “what is it..?” He asks before he sees you point at your inhaler on your night stand “Ohh” he finally realizes and pulls out, causing you to whine.

He repositioned you so you were sitting up in bed and grabs your inhaler, watching you use it and start to relax

He chuckles at the realization of what happened, “was I fucking you that good, baby?” He grinned, watching you blush from embarrassment and nod.

He reached for a glass of water, handing it to you and watching you drink it.

You looked so pretty, panting, covered in a sheer layer of sweat, messy hair and tired eyes. You really were perfect to him

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked after a moment

“Yeah I think so..” you say, putting the water and inhaler on the night stand

“Good” he said, suddenly throwing your legs over his shoulders and fucking you at the same pace he was before >.<

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Additional note: guys I kinda hate my writing in this srry pls don’t judge I’m still learning 💔

[eclipixels]

UH SO I GOT AN IDEA…. yk like theres strip uno games two people play and the loser takes off one piece of clothing… THAT WITH A SOCCER MATCH MAYBE??? with isagi… a strip soccer match where he just gets so distracted after reader loses one time and takes off her shirt💔

Talking Body

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Wanings: A lil spicy

[1,124 words]

      It started off as a joke. A playful challenge thrown out in the heat of the moment.

      “Let’s make this interesting,” you had said, twirling the soccer ball between your fingers. “Every time one of us loses a point, we take something off.”

      Isagi had laughed at first, shaking his head at your ridiculous idea. “You’re crazy.”

      “And you’re scared.”

      That did it. His competitive streak flared up instantly, and the next thing you knew, the two of you were on the field, the stakes set, the rules simple: first to five goals wins. Each time one of you lost, an article of clothing had to go.

      It had been easy at first. Lighthearted. Fun.

      Then you lost your first point.

      With a dramatic sigh, you peeled off your shirt, revealing the blue sports bra underneath. You didn’t think much of it—after all, it was just a game.

      But Isagi? Oh, he thought about it.

      One second, he was a finely tuned soccer machine, razor-focused and ready to dominate. The next, he was malfunctioning. His eyes darted to your bare shoulders, then to the exposed sliver of skin, then to anywhere but you, as if looking directly at you would short-circuit his brain completely.

      “Ichi,” you called sweetly, rolling the ball under your foot. “Something wrong?”

      He swallowed thickly, visibly trying to reset himself. “Nope. All good.”

      Lies.

      You smirked. Oh, this is going to be fun.

      The game resumed, but Isagi was playing like a man distracted. He was still good—because, well, he was Isagi Yoichi—but his movements weren’t as sharp, his focus wasn’t as locked in. And every time you stretched for a pass or dashed across the field, his eyes lingered.

      How the hell was he supposed to focus when you looked like that?

      The way your body moved as you ran, the way your sports bra clung to your skin, damp with sweat, the way your chest bounced with every step—oh, he was losing it.

      He tried. He really did. But his eyes kept betraying him, trailing down the glistening sheen of sweat rolling down your neck, disappearing into the valley between your breasts. His mouth felt dry. His mind was lagging.

      And you knew.

      You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

      You turned to him with a smirk, stretching your arms above your head just to mess with him, making your already distracting figure even worse for his poor, overwhelmed brain.

      It wasn’t long before you scored your first goal against him.

      Isagi groaned, dragging a hand down his face before reaching for the hem of his own shirt. “Fine, fine—” He pulled it off, exposing toned abs and lean muscle, his body glistening slightly under the heat of the match.

      Now you were the one faltering.

      He noticed. And smirked.

      "Something wrong?" he echoed your earlier words, tilting his head.

      You huffed, rolling your shoulders. "Not at all."

      But as the game went on, the tension only grew. The stakes were getting higher, and the amount of clothing left was getting dangerously low.

      The game had never been this intense before.

      You were both down to the wire, the score neck and neck. Isagi had managed to claw his way back from his distractions—barely—forcing himself to focus on the ball instead of the way your sweat-soaked skin glowed under the fading sunlight. But it was so damn hard. Every time you sprinted past him, every time you stretched to steal the ball, every time your breath hitched in effort, his mind wandered.

      And yet, despite all of that, he won. He had to, because that little pervert was fanatasizing about seeing you with less and less clothes on. And he knew if he wanted to see that, he needed to win.

      The final goal came in a blur. His body moving on pure instinct, a perfect strike that sent the ball flying past your defenses and straight into the goal.

      “Yes!” he pumped his fist in the air, grinning ear to ear. His victory was sweet.

      You sighed, hands on your hips as you looked at the scoreboard. “Damn,” you muttered, lips curling into something dangerously playful. “A deal’s a deal.”

      Isagi’s breath caught in his throat as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your shorts and, without a shred of hesitation, slid them down your legs.

      Time slowed.

      He was sure he heard the circuit board in his brain fry.

      You were now standing there, utterly unbothered, in just your bra and panties. Isagi stood frozen, eyes wide, body locked in place like he’d been hit by a freight train.

      Oh, he was so dead.

      His mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. Words? He had none. His brain had been wiped of all vocabulary. All he could do was stare. His face was red, ears burning, pupils completely blown out as if his soul had left his body.

      "Yoichi," you cooed, tilting your head, "you good?"

      He snapped out of it with a harsh gulp, forcing himself to tear his gaze away. "Yeah—yeah, I’m good," he lied, voice an octave higher than usual.

      You giggled, rolling the ball under your foot. "You sure? You’re looking kinda flustered over there."

      "Flustered? Me?" He scoffed, trying to play it cool. "Pfft. Please. I—"

      His words died in his throat when you turned around, giving him an even better view as you bent slightly to grab your water bottle.

      You stepped closer, and Isagi stumbled back. His hands were up like you were about to kill him, his face practically on fire. “W-Wait, hold on—”

      “What?” you smirked. “You won, fair and square. This is just the rules, right?”

      “Y-Yeah, but—but you—” He was malfunctioning, his brain shorting out with every second he looked at you. He wanted to look away, needed to look away, but he couldn’t. His eyes were glued to every inch of bare skin, his thoughts a mess of oh my god oh my god oh my god—

      You stepped closer again, just enough to invade his space, tilting your head at him with feigned innocence. “Ichi,” you said, voice sweet and teasing, “you’re staring.”

      “I—I’M NOT—”

      He was. He so was.

      “There’s nothing wrong with a boyfriend admiring his girlfriend. Why so nervous, baby?” you teased, tapping a finger against his chest with a sly smile.

      “Y-Yeah, but—” he stammered, visibly struggling to form a coherent thought.

      You cut him off with a low, sultry whisper, stepping closer until your body was flush against his bare chest. “How about this…”

      His breath hitched.

      “If you win the next round,” you murmured, your lips barely inches from his, voice dripping with temptation, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

      His brain? Completely fried.

[moralisist]

bodyguard! eren

a/n: requests r open pls feel free to request im running out of ideas 💔

bodyguard! eren who was sworn into your family by your father, who was a rather important ceo and needed you safe and sound. eren vowed to keep you safe and kept his promise but fell into the hole of falling in love with you.

bodyguard! eren who has to drag you softly, but firmly out of clubs when you’re getting a bit too rowdy and dancing on other men. “eren what’s the iszue?! i’m just.. i’m just dancing.” you’re slurring your words and have lidded eyes. he hated that he thought you looked so good.

“y/n, it’s dangerous. you need to pay more attention to your surroundings.” eren says roughly.

“that’s why i have you eren…” you lay your head on his shoulder while he’s still holding your wrist. “that’s why i have you.” you slum off. he knew he had his hands full but he loved it.

bodyguard! eren who notices the cashier at ur fave fast food place flirting with you while while you’re clearly not interested and presses himself against ur back to let the guy know you’re… not available as he’d say.

“eren what if i wanted that guy?” you say teasingly. “guys are a distraction and a potential threat.” he says. you giggle. “to me or you?” eren rolls his eyes while picking up the milkshake he bought you. “drink.”

bodyguard! eren who picks you up from the couch once you’ve fallen asleep and tucks you back into bed. he tries walking away but he couldn’t once he heard you say, “ren.. stay? please?” and as if it was law, he took your desk chair and sat right next to your bed while giving you a kiss on the forehead.

bodyguard! eren who fully believes his job was made for him, that you were made for him but he’d never tell you that.

a/n: pt 2

[vicolette]

Brother’s Admirer !

– A/N : the title is so weird ik but I have no other idea I’m sorry💔💔

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n, fluff

"Should we sit here?"

Irene nodded her head as she took a seat in the stands, watching the footballers of FC Barcelona play on the training ground. You sat beside her, your coat keeping you warm, although the sun was shining bright.

"Why is it still so cold? It’s march!" Your best friend complained as she sighed in disbelief, hiding her face in her hands as she groaned. In response to her mood swing, you let out a chuckle, but your attention wasn’t really there for her.

It was for Pau, her younger brother.

Your lips twitched as a smile blossomed on your face, your gaze following him before you realized that Irene was still there, acting oblivious about your secret crush when you looked at her.

Since two years, you have had been enamored with Pau – his awkward personality and good looks were making your heart melt whenever you saw the teenager. Now, as he grew older and you did too, you could notice the changes in his life. A bit more confident than he used to be and he also grew a lot taller, much lie his muscles.

However, there was barely any chances for you to get together with him, especially since you were befriended with Irene. It would ruin the friendship and, even if love was something you wanted in your life, you valued your friendship more than some potentially relationship with her brother.

"I don’t know…" Your mutter was quiet as you lowered your head, staring at your plain white shoes while she kept talking. The original hang out plan was to study at her place while Pau was at training and then get some ice cream, but it changed when you both somehow managed to get your work done earlier.

Truth being told, you focused on it way more than usual to get over with it and get some sweets, since you have been craving ice cream for a while now, although it wasn’t even the perfect weather for it.

"Here." Irene snapped you out of your trace as she held out a popsicles for you, the other one that you have bought already in her mouth. The coldness of it made her tense up, which earned a laughter from you.

"Thanks." As you ripped off the wrapper and took a bite out of it, you could feel the delicious taste of strawberry ice cream. Silence crept into the place as you both watched the smaller teams play, before you spoke up once again. "Should we even eat ice cream during winter?"

"Nah, but who cares?" You both laughed at her question, yet she then went quiet, indicating that she was trying to remember something. "Wait, I need to pay you back for the popsicles."

"Keep it, it’s no–"

"Oh my god, my wallet!" Irene gasped in horror, taking her purse as she searched for her belongings, when she then deadpanned and glanced at you. "I forgot it at home."

You chuckled at her dramatic expression, shrugging your shoulders as you rolled your eyes playfully, when you suddenly met the eyes of Pau. He had heard Irene and hadn’t seen her previously, so he looked away to see what she was doing.

"Pau!" The familiar voice of Flick was heard as he turned around, yelling out an apology as he got back into the flow of the game, returning his focus to the opposing players.

Irene raised an eyebrow at her brother, wondering what might have gotten him so distracted, before the realization dawned upon her. Her gaze landed on you and before you could even say anything, whether it was to defend yourself or say the truth, she giggled.

"Pau seems to be lovely, right?" She tilted her head as Irene awaited a positive answer, which you had truthfully given her.

"Yeah, yeah, totally…" Your smile faltered when you realized what she was doing – setting you up with him. It made your heart flutter at the thought, hoping that what you thought was true.

"And..! Did I tell you about the time when he saved a cat from a tree? He’s growing up too fast!" She mockingly wiped a fake tear away from her eye, sarcasm lingering in her voice as she looked back at him. You weren’t that naïve to not realize her tactics, since you’ve gotten used to them, but it still made you blush in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Pau's team had won the mini match and although he wasn’t too fazed by it, he had tried to amaze you with his skills. Hell, he even scored a banger to make you think that he was someone so strong and out of the world.

"Good game, kiddo." Lewandowski's voice was audible behind him, an arm wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled him closer. When the media coordinator was done taking a photo of them celebrating their win for their Instagram account, Robert pointed out a specific secret of his. "Your crush is here! Is that why you stole the ball so often?"

"Obviously, grandpa."

"Are you learning from Lamine, or what?"

– A/N : my eleventh post!! Hope you liked it<3

[paucubarsisimp]

i was pondering upon what i could request and i have such a good req

okay so joao x barca femini player where they got tg during his time at barca, anyways since he’s on international break reader goes and surprises him at the match and he plays really badly until he sees her and yeah

ok now thinking of it it’s underwhelming but when it came to my mind it was good 💔

surprise

pairing: joão felix x reader

summary: in which you surprise your boyfriend by showing up at one of his matches

warnings: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: hey bby, i’m sorry this is so short. i’m js stressed about tests and i wanted to get this out for you but i can rewrite it again when i have more time!💗

it had been a crazy few months for joão. after his time at barcelona, he had spent a short stint at chelsea before being loaned to ac milan. the constant transition between teams and countries was starting to take a toll. but amidst all the changes, there was one thing that kept him grounded: you.

you, a standout player for barcelona femini, had your own busy schedule, and the distance between you and joão seemed to grow with each passing week. still, you tried to stay connected through calls, texts, and late-night chats, but nothing quite filled the void of being with him.

when you found out that joão’s national team match was taking place in denmark, you decided you couldn’t miss it. this was your chance to surprise him, to remind him that no matter where he was, you would always be there cheering him on. so, you secretly booked your trip and arrived in denmark, the cold air biting at your skin as you made your way to the stadium.

the game was set to kick off, and as the players took to the pitch, you found your seat in the stands. you didn’t want to distract him before the match, so you stayed low-key, hoping he wouldn’t spot you too soon. but as you watched him jog onto the field, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar ache in your chest. the distance between you both had been hard, and seeing him there, playing for his country, only made you miss him more.

the match began, and joão seemed off. hewasn’t playing like himself—his touch was heavy, his passes sloppy, and his frustration was evident. you could see him getting increasingly irritated with himself. you knew he was under a lot of pressure, trying to prove himself at ac milan, but this was different. he was clearly distracted, his mind elsewhere. the coach on the sideline was visibly frustrated, shouting instructions at him.

it was painful to watch, and your heart ached for him. you wanted to be there, to hold him, to tell him it was going to be okay. but all you could do was sit there and hope he would find his rhythm.

then, it happened.

joão glanced up, scanning the crowd as if looking for something. and that’s when his eyes locked onto you. for a brief moment, everything else on the pitch faded away. it was as if time had frozen. the noise of the crowd, the pressure of the game—it all melted into nothing. all he could see was you.

you were there. in denmark. just for him.

his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, the fog that had clouded his game lifted. the frustration, the self-doubt—all of it vanished in an instant. he felt a surge of energy, the kind of clarity only you could bring him.

the very next moment, his game shifted. a quick pass to a teammate, a perfectly timed run, and then, a beautiful through ball that cut through the defense like a blade. before anyone could react, he was charging toward the goal. the keeper came out, but joão wasn’t fazed. with a calm finish, he slotted the ball into the net.

the crowd erupted, but joão didn’t celebrate with the usual wild gestures. no, this time, his eyes were immediately on you. there you were, smiling, your eyes full of pride. it was like nothing else mattered anymore.

without thinking, he ran toward the sideline, raising his arms in the air, but his focus never left you. when he reached the edge of the pitch, he blew you a kiss, his heart full of joy and relief. the smile on his face spoke volumes—he had needed you more than he realized.

you smiled back, your heart swelling with affection. he had done it. he was back in the game, and it was all because you were there.

as he jogged back into position, he glanced at you one more time, his eyes sparkling. the game was far from over, but in that moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place.

[love---mandy]

momo and natsumi yuri when 💔

Right now! (Sorry this took so long I kept getting distracted 😭😭😭)

I had a lot more planned until I realized just now long that would’ve taken. It ended up being more one sided to Momo. I’ve come to the conclusion that Momo would be a Tsudere, I simply couldn’t resist. I don’t think these really come off as super romantic 😭😭😭. But I’ve got more ideas if y’all want more.

I’ve also figured out what type of character fills the annoying bastard player role for Natsumi, I’ve just gotta draw her.

Ask box will be closed a bit longer, I’ve got a lot of stuff I need to do, and some things I need to get out of my system drawing wise, so please Bear with me~

[kathlare]

surprise, baby

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie surprises Lando in Monaco after his victory at the Dutch Grand Prix.

Wordcount: 3.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

full masterlist // request over here!

August 27th, 2024 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

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wagsf1gossip: Spotted: Amelie Dayman touching down in Monaco this afternoon! 👀✈️💋 Is she here to support her man after his big win, or is she just living her best life? 💅🏽✨ Either way, we’re loving the energy. Monaco better be ready for some major WAG vibes. 😏👑

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f1gossiper101: So, she’s finally made it to Monaco after the win?

f1lover4life: Amelie in Monaco, Lando winning? Someone pinch me, I’m living for these vibes 🏆 → f1superfan123: @f1lover4life Facts! Honestly, Monaco just got a whole lot hotter! 🔥

maxismyking: Amelie in Monaco? Looks like Lando’s weekend just got 1000x better 😩🔥

f1_boy93: If Amelie’s coming to Monaco, does that mean Lando’s staying on top of his game?? 👀 → f1fanatic01: @f1_boy93 Honestly, dude’s been winning and he’s winning. Don’t think Amelie’s the distraction. 😏

landonorrisfan4life: She’s out there living the dream while we’re stuck at home 🥴💔

f1gossip: I mean, we all know who’s really winning here… someone’s gonna be VERY happy

f1truthhurts: Imagine being so famous you have to flaunt it in Monaco after your boyfriend’s win. 🤭

f1racefanatic: Lowkey tired of seeing Amelie everywhere 💀 like can’t she take a break? → f1lover45: @f1racefanatic Honey, she’s living her best life, take notes. 👑👀

fanlovers22: Lando’s about to be the happiest guy in Monaco 😏

lilypad14: Amelie landing in Monaco right after his win? Uh, yeah, we know what’s going down 💅🏽 → f1lover247: @lilypad14 Girl, you know it’s about to be a celebration 😏🎉

f1fanatic25: Can she not? Does she ever give Lando space? 😬

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The night was quiet around the Monaco apartment as Lando relaxed in his studio, with nothing but the sound of Max’s banter and the steady click of his controller to break the silence. He’d just returned from the madness of the Dutch Grand Prix, and though he was still on a high from his victory, part of him longed for some peace and the comfort of familiar faces, even if it was through a Twitch stream.

But unbeknownst to him, his world was about to get flipped upside down in the best way possible.

As he readied himself for another round, the front door of the apartment creaked open quietly. Amelie had been planning this surprise for weeks—she knew exactly when Lando would be off his post-race high, and she’d managed to get her hands on the keys to his place in Monaco. She didn’t want to waste any time, not after all the teasing, flirty messages they’d exchanged over FaceTime after the Dutch GP. She’d been waiting for the right moment to see him in person.

With a soft grin, Amelie tiptoed inside, her heart racing with excitement. She’d kept the plan a secret, and now it was time to make her grand entrance. She walked down the hallway and into the studio, her eyes immediately locking onto Lando, his face lit up by the glow of the screen. He was fully absorbed in the game, completely unaware of her presence. Max’s voice echoed from the speakers, his banter about the race keeping Lando entertained, but that wasn’t the only thing that kept his focus.

Amelie couldn’t help but smirk as she approached him from behind. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding across his chest, pulling him into a tight hug. Lando froze for a moment, his controller falling from his hands, and he stiffened—then he slowly turned his head, his mouth falling open in surprise.

—Amelie?— he said, his voice filled with disbelief, followed by a laugh. —What the hell are you doing here?—

Amelie’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder. She could feel the tension in his body slowly melt away, replaced with the warmth of her embrace.

—Surprise, baby,— she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. —I couldn’t stay away any longer. You’ve been teasing me with those flirty texts, and I had to see you... in person.—

Lando's eyes went wide, and for a split second, he forgot where he was. His heart raced, a mix of excitement and pure joy washing over him. It wasn’t just the surprise of seeing her— it was the fact that she had come all this way, just to be with him.

—Are you... serious?— he asked, his voice thick with disbelief. —I... I didn’t know you were coming.—

Amelie giggled, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck.

—Yeah, well, I like keeping you on your toes. And I know how much you love being surprised—especially when it’s me.

Max’s voice echoed through the speakers, oblivious to what was going on.

—Oi, Lando, you there?— Max called through the headset. —We’re waiting for your trash talk, mate. You’ve been too quiet. You okay?—

Lando, still in shock, gave a quick glance at Amelie before grabbing the headset.

—Yeah, I’m good, just... uhm... getting distracted by some... amazing company, mate. Don’t worry about me, though. You’re good to go.—

Amelie, catching the playful tone in his voice, grinned even wider.

—What’s the matter, Norris?— she teased, her voice dripping with flirtation. —Can’t handle a little distraction?—

—Nah, it’s just... hard to focus when you’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world right in front of you.—

Amelie blushed, but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word.

—Is that so? Well, if you want me to keep distracting you... I can make it more interesting, you know.—

Lando’s eyebrows shot up, the playful banter between them always sparking a fire he couldn’t resist.

—Oh, really?— he said, his voice low and teasing. —You’re gonna make it interesting, huh?—

Amelie laughed softly and playfully pulled away from him, her fingers grazing his shoulder as she walked to the side of the room, casually glancing at the Twitch stream.

—Maybe later, Norris, I’ve got other plans for you. For now, though, I’m just gonna watch you squirm.—

Max, still oblivious, called out again, clearly confused by the sudden change in Lando’s mood.

—Lando, mate, what’s going on? You okay? You’re not acting like yourself.—

Lando couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he turned his chair to face Amelie, who was now casually leaning against the desk, arms folded, a devilish grin on her face.

—I’m fine, Max, just... uh... distracted by something way better than your gameplay.—

Max was quiet for a moment before he chuckled.

—Alright, alright, I get it, mate. Don’t let us stop you, then.—

Lando didn’t waste another second, he quickly clicked off the stream.

—Okay, now, where were we?— he said, standing up and walking toward Amelie, a cocky grin on his face.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat as Lando closed the distance between them. She wasn’t expecting this... but she wasn’t about to back down either.

—What do you think, huh? You’ve got me here. I’m all yours tonight.—

Lando’s eyes darkened with intensity as he stepped closer to her. He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her toward him with a slow, deliberate motion.

—You know I’ve been thinking about you all night. You’ve got me going crazy, Amelie.—

She smiled, tilting her head, enjoying every second of the playful tension building between them.

—Oh, really?— she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. —Then show me just how crazy I make you.—

Lando’s breath hitched, his hand moving to her neck as he kissed her deeply, losing himself in the sensation of her touch. They’d spent so much time teasing and flirting over the phone, it was finally time to let that tension explode.

Amelie responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She was done with the games, done with the waiting.

As they pulled back for a moment, both of them panting, Lando’s eyes were filled with raw desire.

—Are you sure you want to do this?— he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

Amelie nodded, her hands tugging at his shirt, guiding him toward the bedroom.

—Oh, I’m sure, Lando. I’m more than sure.—

Lando didn’t hesitate, scooping Amelie up into his arms with surprising ease. He carried her through the apartment, his eyes never leaving hers, a soft smile playing on his lips. Amelie rested her head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm against her ear.

He gently laid her down on the soft comforter of his bed, his gaze lingering on her face. He leaned over her, his hands framing her cheeks as he peppered her face with tender kisses.

—God, Amelie,— he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. —I missed you so damn much.—

Amelie let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her.

Lando’s kisses trailed down her jawline to the curve of her neck, sending shivers of delight through her. He lingered there for a moment, breathing in her scent before his hands moved to the hem of her top. He gently lifted it, revealing the sporty black bra underneath.

His eyes darkened with desire as he began to kiss the skin above the bra, his lips warm against her chest. He then reached for the waistband of her jeans, but the unfamiliar fastening proved to be a momentary obstacle. He fumbled with the button and zipper, a frustrated curse escaping his lips.

Amelie’s eyes fluttered open, and she couldn’t help but giggle at his struggle. He looked up, a sheepish grin on his face.

—Let me help you, you big oaf,— she chuckled, gently pushing his hands aside. With a swift movement, she unfastened her jeans and slid them down her legs.

Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she reached out, her hands finding the hem of his hoodie. She pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side before climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands found his face, and she initiated a deep, lingering kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

Amelie broke the kiss, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. She trailed kisses down his neck, her body rubbing against his, the friction igniting a spark between them.

—I’m so proud of you, Lando,— she murmured against his skin, her voice husky with emotion. —You’ve been amazing.—

Lando’s hands tightened on her hips, his eyes filled with a possessive fire. —Show me,— he whispered, his voice low and demanding.

Amelie tilted her head, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. —Show you what?—

His gaze intensified, his next words sending a jolt of anticipation through her.

—On your knees.—

Amelie’s breath hitched. She looked down at him, then back up, a mixture of surprise and burgeoning desire swirling within her. The command, spoken with such raw intensity, sent a shiver down her spine. Without a word, she slid off him and onto her knees on the floor, her gaze fixed on his.

Lando watched her, the sight of her kneeling before him igniting a fire in his veins. His eyes darkened, his jaw tight.

—Show me, love,— he commanded, his voice a low growl. —Show me how proud you are of me.—

Amelie didn’t hesitate. Her eyes locked with his, a silent understanding passing between them. With a slow, deliberate movement, her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans and the elastic of his boxers simultaneously. The fabrics slid down his legs, revealing his hard, throbbing erection springing free.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Amelie’s lips as she gazed at him. She reached out, her fingers gently closing around him, and began to stroke him with deliberate, sensual movements.

Amelie leaned forward, her lips brushing against his throbbing length. She trailed kisses along the sensitive underside, her hands continuing their slow, deliberate strokes. Lando groaned, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him.

—Stop playing, Amelie,— he rasped, his voice thick with need.

Amelie paused, her eyes meeting his, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. —What?— she asked innocently.

—Stop playing,— he repeated, his voice strained. —Or I swear to God…—

Without another word, Amelie’s lips parted, and she took him fully into her mouth. Lando’s breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

—Holy fuck,— he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.

Amelie’s ministrations were slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling around his head, her hands gently caressing his shaft. The contrast between the gentle touch and the implied threat earlier sent a wave of pure sensation through him. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building with agonizing slowness.

—Amelie,— he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. —Please…—

But Amelie continued her sensual assault, her focus solely on the pleasure she was giving him. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her lips, the rhythmic strokes of her hands were driving him to the brink of madness. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, his body trembling with anticipation.

Lando’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, keeping her head steady. He peppered her with dirty talk, a constant stream of praises and explicit instructions that he knew she craved.

—That’s it, baby,— he’d groan, his voice thick with lust. —Show me how proud you are. You’re so fucking good at this. Such a good girl… taking it all for me.—

Amelie’s breath hitched, her body instinctively responding to his words. The combination of the physical pleasure and the verbal guidance was sending her spiraling. She could feel the pressure building, the familiar signs of her own impending orgasm beginning to surface.

She continued her ministrations, her focus unwavering, until Lando’s body stiffened beneath her. A guttural cry escaped his lips as he reached his peak, his release hot and intense in her mouth. Amelie swallowed it all, her own pleasure spiking in response.

When he finally stilled, Lando cupped her face in his hands, his eyes dark and filled with adoration.

—Fuck, Amelie,— he whispered, his voice hoarse. —You are unbelievable.—

Amelie looked up at him, her lips still wet from his release, a soft smile gracing her features. —Did you like it?— she asked, her voice a little breathless.

Lando pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. —Like it? Baby, you have no idea.— He tilted her head back and kissed her deeply, a lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his desire. —Now let me show you how much.—

Amelie chuckled softly. —Lando, this is about you.—

He shook his head, his eyes locking with hers. —No, baby. It’s about both of us. You being here… this… it’s everything.— He kissed her again, a quick, fervent touch. —But damn, I missed you like crazy and I can’t wait to taste you either.—

Lando gently unhooked Amelie’s bra, his gaze never leaving hers. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her breasts.

—You are so responsive, baby,— he murmured, his breath warm against her. He then trailed kisses lower, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her panties, gently teasing the soft curls there.

Amelie moaned softly, her hips already beginning to move restlessly against his touch. She arched slightly, pressing herself more firmly against his fingers.

—You like that, hmm?— Lando whispered, his voice husky with amusement. He could feel her wetness through the thin fabric. —You’re so eager for me, aren’t you?—

Amelie’s breath hitched, her movements becoming more insistent. She lifted her hips, trying to take more of his fingers.

—Do you want more?— Lando asked, his eyes filled with teasing desire.

Amelie nodded, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted.

—Words, baby,— Lando prompted, his voice a low growl.

—Yes,— Amelie breathed out, her voice trembling.

Lando’s fingers stilled for a moment, his gaze intense. —Beg me.—

Amelie hesitated for a fraction of a second, a playful defiance flickering in her eyes. But the low thrum of desire that Lando’s touch ignited quickly overpowered her playful resistance. Her hips continued to undulate against his fingers, her need growing more insistent with each passing moment.

—Please, Lando,— she finally whispered, her voice thick with longing. —Please… I want you so much.—

A triumphant smirk played on Lando’s lips. He gently slid her panties down her legs, his gaze lingering on the revealed treasure between her thighs.

—Fuck, baby,— he breathed, his voice husky with lust. —You are so wet.—

He lowered his head, his warm breath caressing her most sensitive spot. Amelie gasped, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her as Lando’s lips and tongue began their sensual exploration. He laved and sucked, his fingers gently spreading her open, giving him full access.

—That’s it, baby,— he murmured against her slick flesh, his voice a low growl. —Just like that. You feel so good… so sweet…—

Amelie cried out, her body arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Lando’s expert ministrations were driving her wild, each flick of his tongue, each gentle pressure sending shockwaves through her.

—Oh, Lando… Dios mío…— she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. —It feels… so good…—

He continued his relentless assault, his hands gently guiding her hips, his mouth working its magic until Amelie’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. She was so sensitive, every touch sending her closer to the edge.

—You like that, don’t you, baby?— Lando murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. —You’re so eager for me. Such a good girl… letting me taste you like this.—

—Lando… please,— Amelie gasped, her voice barely a whisper. —Fuck me… please… I need you inside me.—

Lando lifted his head, his eyes dark and filled with a primal desire that mirrored her own. He reached for the bedside table, his fingers fumbling for a condom. With swift, practiced movements, he sheathed himself, his gaze never leaving hers.

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his eyes locked with hers.

—That’s what you want, hmm?— he growled, his voice low and possessive. —You want me inside you that badly?—

Amelie could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her need for him was a tangible thing, a burning ache that only he could satisfy.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Lando entered her, filling her completely. Amelie cried out, her body arching against his, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

—That’s my champion,— she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as he began to move within her.

[bon2bonn]

Change of winds

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.2k .

* I'm so sorry for the long delay 🙏🏻 💔 . 💀🤦🏻‍♀️Life is shit in general and I can't finish any of my WIP list , so this might be the last update for a while until I could make/find the time to breathe and get some proper writing done .

2.october

Stretching after a long dreadful meeting was the first thing she did once everyone dismissed themselves out of the room , suppressing a yawn by covering her mouth as she leaned back in her chair in exhaustion . Today was a full schedule and that means back to back meetings along with legal and audit reviews of months worth of work , not to mention the preparations for upcoming events and gala's due to end of year celebrations back in headquarters .

To say her schedule was packed would be an understatement, but she made sure to not overwhelm herself and made time to check on the guys . she hated how they all got distracted by their busy schedules and lives in general, now they barely got a chance to meet eachother at their Spare time, and that was hard on all of them , the transition of going from spending most of their time working together even spending their off time close by to separate across the globe with them traveling constantly and her tucked away from one meeting to another not to mention the different timezones far away from their reach .

They still made the effort to call and leave voice messages daily, keeping her up with what's happening on the grid, and she in return left them all with voice messages and calls before every race , wishing them luck and a safe drive , religiously tuning in to every quali and race despite the time gaps and the work load , even indulging her now employees to enjoy the sport too , unknown to them how she herself used to race not long ago , some even recognized her but kept quiet out of respect to not get her unwanted attention, so she made most of the time to distract herself from the pit of uneasiness growing in her chest , and her almost overflowing schedule helped in that aspect.

A light knock snapped her out, followed by her assistant Lauren who peeked her head in , giving her an apologetic look making her sigh deeply before ushering her in " what now? " Lauren winced as she briefed her on the situation " you remember Mr Solly ? , head of the Australian branch is outside waiting on for an urgent meeting, something to do with the recent changes regarding the finance and marketing department " she tilted her head at the name " he came all the way to France to complain?" Lauren just nod not knowing what to say, making her huff a laugh " that's dedication, I'll give him that " taking a quick glance at her watch she then decided "Alright, I have 20 minutes before the next meeting so send him in , and please make sure to send out the Japanese deadline notice before we head to Montreal " Lauren nods as she typed on her pad then handed her the next meeting files " this will be our final meeting for the French branch , tomorrow will be field day and you have an appearance at Paris d'or gala , then you're free till Wednesday night , we'll be heading to Spain for the launch then we'll fly to Montreal form there before heading to New York on the 13th " she slumped over the desk dramatically , Groaning as she grumbled " and I thought my media duties were torturous " making Lauren remember " by the way the new Media team are going to attend the event tomorrow evening and will accompany us through the rest of the way back to UK " she snapped her head at the news " what!? , no no no " Lauren nod at her miserable face " yes, be grateful they're not following you everyday" , she straightened her posture and nods " if they try to get on my nerves I'm ditching them for good " Lauren nods in agreement " fair enough " then she made way to the door , letting Mr Solly in before closing it behind her .

The man walked in confidently with a certain look in his eyes, one she saw too many times to recognise with ease, he was sizing her and at the same time giving off the illusion of power , of having the upper hand over the situation, and she wanted to see the show he was trying to put up to it's end so she held her tongue as she greeted him " Mr Solly, you're a long way from Australia" he nods stoically " Ms L/N, I apologize for the inconvenience , I know how demanding your schedule is these days " she gave him a bored look " good to see we both think of it the same way " , her statement made him clench his hands but he kept his cool and proceeded " well , it's about the financial arrangements you installed previously and we see that they're a bit , extreme " she leveled him with a raised eyebrow " and may I ask who is we? " He cleared his throat " well the .... The directors and ..." She didn't waste time listening to his lame excuses " if my memory serves me right , and it does. The 'arrangements' as you called them were approved by the board members along with the department manager himself and the shareholders " his breath hitched and she didn't stop there " these arrangements came in time with various complaints from within the department about missing numbers from the accounts and they're not just small undetected numbers, they're big Mr Solly, too big to get swiped aside as human error or collateral casualty, so I'm asking you directly Mr Solly, do you have something to say? " , he clenched his jaw before he gritted out " what are you insinuating? " She leaned back on her chair with a wide grin " I'm not insinuating anything Mr Solly, I'm just asking obvious questions? But you seems to already know the answers " , He straightened his back and dropped his fake smile " you have no idea how things work, this is bigger than you , you think you can just come in and run around as you please just cause you're sitting on that chair? It's only a matter of time before everything crumbles because of your ignorance , you won't be smiling then " , she feigned surprise " are you threatening me Mr Solly? " He seemed satisfied with her reaction as he smugly answered " no , I'm simply enlightening you " she shook her head in boredom, staking her files and intertwined her hands on top of the stak giving him a wide smile unfazed by his falling apart façade " then let me enlight you in return , in two weeks time will be the next evaluation, I'll expect one of two things when I turn up by then , either your full report along with the missing accounts and data or your resignation letter, it's up to you to choose which one I'll be receiving first " .

She stood with a silent huff , not giving him space to react or answer back to the accusations and collected her files " now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be , I'm sure you know your way out " she made her way to the door and left like nothing happened.

The man was at the point beyond seething, he screamed at the empty chair, slamming his hands on the desk and proceeded to kick at chair before him . She stood by Lauren's desk, not bothering to glance at the closed door where the shouts of anger radiates off " charge him if he damaged anything and be sure to have at least one of the security to..... help him out if needed , and let me know if Martin call back or send the files I asked about " with a final nod she made her way to the next meeting .

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Posted Tuesday , 4.oct .2022

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4.october 2022

Letting a chuckled at her frowning face , then shared an amused grin over her head with Sergio who extended his arm out for her to hold into " I thought you'd be more hungover than this " , she gave him a hard glare reaching blindly to smack him as she replied emphasizing with each smack " and I thought you'd be nicer " he dodged the last one groaning as he held his wounded shoulder from her assault " you ditched me for months!! and when you show up you hit me !? " She shrugged " I'm suffering and you're the one responsible for it so you have to suffer too " she turned to Sergio who was now laughing at their fight while kylian scoffed at her "it's not my fault you drink like a bottomless pit ! I told you to slow down !" She turned her head back to scowl at him " I was nervous!! and you dared me to drink half of what we had!" He looked away at her accusations finding interest in the ceiling , away from her glaring eyes .

She rolled her eyes and asked " where's Leo ? He's my favourite anyway, and he's for sure nicer than you " he pouted and made his way behind her to wrap his arms around in a tight hug, swaying them from side to side as he whined " I thought I was your favourite?! " She held his arms with one of her hands while she used the other to reach back to give him a hard pinch on his side " not when you're amplifying my headache " making him yelp in pain and flinch away holding his side " fuck! " , she ignored him and turned to Sergio who was holding back his laugh and raised an eyebrow at him with her eyes narrowed " you want one ? " He backed away raising his hands in fear " no thank you" she nods and made her way towards the rest of the team waiting for the tour guide to lead them further into the newly built facility .

Her father's company has been one of the main investors which made the responsibility to attend on a short notice to attend the tour either along with the other investors from other companies or with the team itself, and since she was barely conscious that morning when Lauren flooded her phone with SOS messages to drag her not even 15 minutes later to attend with the team their first tour on the newly built facility .

So here she is , willing her tired self to push through the day in favour of sleeping her killer hangover away , not to mention her little shit of a best friend who is making hard for her to not throw him in one of the construction containers to serve him for poking fun at her .

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5.october

Tom made his way to the stairs, avoiding the crowded lift in order to clear his mind a bit , a little exercise with some music won't do him any harm , so with his headphones on loud he took the first two floors before contemplating his choice as his legs started to shake , and it didn't take long for him to deem his choice a shitty one and used the exit door to find the lift in the third floor .

He leaning on the wall to support his weight as he waited to catch his lost breaths , and when it finally arrived it was way less crowded than he expected, with only one lady standing on the side with her hands clapped before her in an elegant way , he adjusted his hoodie and greeted her in a polite " hello " receiving a nod back before taking the other side further from her after pressing the top floor, focusing his eyes on his phone to pass the time , after a moment she asked after noticing where he's heading " you're going for a meeting too ? " He looked at her then shrugged " you can say that " she hummed in thought then pointed at what he was wearing , a hoodie along with jeans and his hair a mess , and gave a disapproving face " I don't think you have an appropriate attire for such place " even shaking her head with disdain " kids these days " he gave her a side glance , huffing a laugh under his breath before speaking aloud " well , it's a good thing i didn't ask for your opinion nor approval on that , seeing it's none of your business " leaving her with her mouth shut and hands clenched into fists , and made his exit when they reached the floor , rolling his eyes at her then turned round the corner and out of her sight.

He came face to face with Eddie who looked ready to head to a meeting, giving him a glare as he stood his ground with his arms crossed making Eddie clap his hands in a pleading manner " it's a last minute meeting, I wouldn't go if it wasn't urgent, it's only half hour consultation " when he didn't receive any answer he went for bribery " I'll get you a brand new set " Tommy gave him an unimpressed look " Bibi already did send me one from France " Eddie rolled his eyes with a mumble of " of course she did " before huffing at his youngest brother and asked " what do you want ? " Tommy extended his hand with his palm up " I'm driving back , and for the next week " he glared back at him and Searched his pockets before throwing his key at Tommy's waiting hand pointing at him in warning " just this time " and hurried down the hall to the meeting room , he swung the keys around his finger as he made his way to Carlton , his brother's longtime assistant who sat behind his desk as usual , making the later look up when he made his way over , smiling up at him as he leaned on the desk " look what Van Gogh dragged in " Tommy's smile widened , with his dimples on full display as he peeked his head over the screen that Carlton was working on minutes ago , " oh , no need for insults , you could just say you missed me " Carlton raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed " yeah sure , I do miss you missing up my files and distracting me half of the time you're here , and the other half you spend whining up and down about being board " Tommy kept his grin and teased with his eyes squinted " so you do miss me ! " Carlton rolled his eyes and sighed going back to his work " sit your ass down, I got work to do " he saluted and made his way over to set of plush chair across from the desk and made himself comfortable then started working on one of his sketches , moments later he heard his name being called, and when he looked up he was greeted by a slightly medium sized bag aimed at his face but he caught it before any damage could happen, and before jumping to send it back at Carlton he looked at the bag and his smile returned at the sight of his favourite candy , and called out in a sweet voice " ooooh , so you did, did missed me !? " making the other mumble under his breath " sometimes I regret doing so " making Tommy ask loudly " what was that ? " , " nothing! , if you don't want it give it back ! " The call made Tommy hug the bag and lean away "ok! I want it ! And thank you for thinking of me ! " making Carlton groan and burry his blushing face on his hands almost regretting his action , almost , but the sound of Tommy's loud humming made him take it back , " huummmn , sweet , but not as sweet as you~ " , yup he definitely regrets it now .

Back to Edward who was making his way to his urgent consultation after handing over his car keys, taking a breath before unlocking the door and stepping in , about to greet the Clint who turned out to be a woman standing by the window overlooking the skyline of London with her back facing him , but his words died in his throat when she turned around to face him , a smile made it's way upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to greet him , taking notice of his stunned face and stiff shoulders " hello Edward , it's been a long time " , he couldn't grasp if it's real or if he was having a cruel dream , no a nightmare . but it took him a moment to find his voice again and ask in disbelief " Mom ? " .

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[hot-girls-love-jiho]

hi pookie 🩷 how ya doinnn hope ur healthy and happy and that you’re enjoying the ampers&one cb as much as the rest of usss and . OMG KICK START MV- MY MAN SIYUN WAS SOOOOO FINEEE EEIRIEIEIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE AND NOW EVER SINCE I WATCHED THE MV I’VE BEEN THINKING ABT MY MAN MY HUSBAND MY BF SIYUN HEHEHEHNDNDNDNFNJFBDF LIKEEED sigh i need him so bad 💔

NEED to know what its like getting railed by siyun when he’s mad coz yk how liek that one vid where the members jumped on his bed and he started beating then up behind the screen LOL 😭🙏🏻 like that lowkey be him fucking his girl HARD secretly in his room but not too loud whoopsie coz the other members cant hear em !!! also siyun and a degradation kink?!? IM SCREAMING

SIYUN HAS BEEN WRECKING ME SO MUCH LATELY I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE AAAAAAAGH

The fact that we all see him as a rough and mean bf in bed oh god I'm dizzy 🥴

I hope you're doing okay too anon!! Hope you enjoy!

Siyun is mad.

Warnings: SMUT!! Brat tamer! Siyun, rough! Siyun, mean dom! Siyun, degradation (whore, slut), manhandling, messy face fucking, thigh riding, begging, dacryphilia, humiliation, possessive Siyun, unprotected sex, overstimulation. (let me know if I missed anything!!)

If you had only shut your mouth when Siyun asked you to, you wouldn't be in this situation, it's all your fault for not being a good girl. That's what he keeps saying over and over.

You and Siyun we're in the dorms, with the rest of the members, and you just couldn't stop getting on his nerves! You kept touching him, leaning in to whisper dirty things in his ears right in front of the boys, how could you!

"Shut up or you'll get in trouble" He muttered back, in a warning tone that made goosebumps rise on your skin. But you decided it would be fun to push his buttons, and now you got what you deserved.

As soon as the members got distracted with anything, Siyun pulled on your arm roughly to take you to his room, not saying anything on the way, not even looking at you. He only did after closing the door and throwing you on the bed, making you yelp.

"Are you an impatient little whore or why were you touching me in front of the guys?" He crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. The way he spoke shocked you, he only did that when he was MAD.

"I'm not-- I just--" You tried to excuse yourself, but he cut you off. "Don't talk back to me, you already said enough when you were telling me you wanted me to fuck you right there" He made quick work of his pants, throwing them somewhere else, looking at you expectantly. "Well? Get a move on" He gestured, and you quickly knew what to do.

You got on your knees as quickly as possible, crawling to him and grabbing onto his thighs, receiving a slap on your hands. "Hey--!" He sternly looked at you. "Whores don't get to touch, you know that"

You nodded instantly, dropping your mouth open, looking at him with the cutest puppy dog eyes. If you hadn't been a bad girl, he would've given you anything you wanted just with that gaze alone.

He got rid of his underwear too, and held your chin open for him, slapping your cheeks softly with his hard-on. No wonder he was hard and angry, you had been whispering dirty things into his ear for so long, he was going insane. He guided his aching length into your mouth, not giving you any time to get used to it. It's not like you deserved it anyway.

"Be grateful I'm even using your filthy mouth... You don't deserve it" He said, before thrusting at a brutal pace, earning gags and whines from you. Your eyes filled up with tears at the lack of oxygen and the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. "Fuck... At least it's useful..." Siyun was letting out the hottest and prettiest moans and groans. You were obsessed.

You kept moaning around his dick, choking slightly, holding yourself back from touching him or holding onto him. There was saliva gathering at the corners of your lips and dripping down your chin.

When he had enough of that, he pulled out, but once again, he didn't give you any time to breathe or recover. He yanked you over to the bed again, situating you over his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs. "If you wanna cum so bad, you do the work" He sentenced, hearing a whine of complaint from you. "I didn't ask you to. Obey." His voice came out deep, and you panicked. "Can I at least take off my clothes...?"

"No. If you wanna act like a whore, you're gonna cum like one." And that was your sign to start grinding against his thigh. Even through the layers of fabric separating you from him, it felt delicious, your clit throbbed with every rub.

"Siyun..." You sighed his name, and he smirked. "Don't be too loud... Unless you want the others to hear you" That's right, the guys are still in the dorm, you have to be careful or they're gonna hear your desperate little whimpers. Grinding on his thigh was amazing, but you needed more, you needed his cock rearranging your guts. "S-Siyun please... I'll be good, please fuck me"

"You're not in position to ask for anything, slut" He flexed the muscle of his thigh at the same time he called you a slut, hearing you let out a higher whine. "Well... If you beg for it I might consider it"

"Please!! Siyun please, I beg you, I need you... Please fuck me, please!" You instantly babbled nonsensically upon his request. You had no shame in begging for his cock right now, you couldn't even think straight. Seeing you like this was one of the hottest things ever for your boyfriend.

"Look at you... Begging like a little whore for me... Are you gonna be good for me?" He licked his lips, looking at you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled appearance, your watery eyes, your messy hair and red cheeks. You nodded instantly, there was nothing you wanted more. "I will, I promise"

This doesn't mean Siyun is gonna treat you nicely. He's gonna fuck you, yeah, but it's not gonna be gentle. He pushed you off him and onto the bed, spreading your legs and taking off your clothes. Though he didn't even bother to take off your panties, he just moved them to the side.

He slid in easily, your wetness allowing him to do so in one fluid motion. You let out a loud moan that got cut off by your boyfriend's hand plastering over your mouth. "You're too loud, I know you're a slut, but I'm not gonna let them hear you like this. Only I can hear you like this" He growled in your ear. You loved when he got possessive like this.

And just like that, one hand pressed over your mouth, another hand holding your thighs open and your drenched panties off to the side, he started fucking you. Rough and hard, quick and deep. Feeling every corner of your wet hole and touching every spot that had you seeing stars. Even with his hand covering your mouth, you still moaned against his palm, you couldn't control yourself. Your watery eyes soon let the tears roll down your cheeks.

"My little slut... Are you gonna cry? Awww" He loved that sight, and you loved it when he spoke to you like that. The hand that held your thigh dropped to your core, rubbing your clit in quick, sharp motions. It was only a matter of time before you came undone.

He took notice of the signs your body gave him, like the trembling of your thighs, the tightening of your inner walls, the way your moans got whinier... And he just kept going, not altering his pace and force whatsoever.

Your orgasm crashed upon you in no time, and it was a good thing that he was covering your mouth, because if he wasn't, you would've screamed. He would've loved to hear that, but he didn't want the guys to hear that.

You squirmed in sensitivity, even after your climax, he didn't stop. "Stay still, I'm not done yet" He rasped. The overstimulation slowly creeped over you. Of course, Siyun loved the tightness of your cunt swallowing him.

After half a dozen more sloppy thrusts, he spilled into you, groaning, until his hips came to a halt. He finally moved his hands away from you, allowing you to catch your breath. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Maybe..."

It was gonna be a long afternoon.

[belladonnasmenagerie]

Day 5: Mark Hoffman X Reader

Mirror sex, brat taming, double penetration

💔🥀Hey guys!!! I’m sorry for not posting in a long time I get sidetracked and distracted easily, I want to try and get good or decent works out for all of you so please stay patient with me I’ll post when I can!! Now enjoy some saucy Hoffman 😏🥀💔

!!18 plus!! Minors don’t interact!!

Overview: After a police event Mark teaches you a lesson for being a brat and flirting with Strahm

Warnings: dirty talk, degrading, anal, mirror sex, explicit language, toys, double penetration.

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“Fuck! Needy fucking whore.” Mark growled, arms tucked underneath your bent knees as one of his hands gripped around your throat, holding you up in his arms your own body nearly bent in half.

Panting hard you could feel the overstimulation setting in as Mark’s cock kept pounding into your stretched ass, the fake vibrating cock still pulsing inside your slick pussy.

“Look at yourself, spread out taking cocks in both holes like a bratty, needy, slut.” Mark degraded into your ear enunciating the last 3 words with sharp thrusts.

Your mind was empty, hazy eyes watching each thrust go up into you from the mirror, legs spread wide pulled up against your chest to give a good view of both cocks inside you.

“All you had to do was be a good girl at the event tonight and you could’ve gotten a reward.” Mark grunted, his thrusts becoming harsher “but no I had to pull you from flirting with fucking Strahm because you’re a needy cumdumpster wanting another mans cock inside you, right?”

You shook your head no

“No? Look at how fucked dumb you are by me just putting a dildo inside your greedy pussy, while my cock is tearing your ass open.” He snapped reaching his other hand down to press the dildo deeper inside of you.

A screech left your lips at the feeling begging Mark

“No more! Please!”

A quick slap to your clit echoed across the room.

“I told you not to beg. This is your punishment and you’re going to take it like the brat you are, right?”

You nodded “Yes, sir.” You whimpered feeling your poor puffy clit throb at the slap.

“Good girl.” Mark praised thrusting up inside you faster, focusing on his own pleasure as his balls slapped against you.

Face buried into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut he cursed into your skin feeling the way you squeezed around him, loving the way your moans and whimpers filled the room. He hated being this way with you but the way you showed off your body in that skin tight dress and that push up bra plus how you caressed Peters arm, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, he knew what you were doing this all to be a brat in need of attention. And now he’s going to give said attention to you over and over again until he’s satisfied.

The feeling of your nails digging into his arm knocked him from his thoughts, slowing down his thrusts so he could focus and whisper to you.

“What’s the matter baby?”

“M’ gonna cum again..” you whimpered feeling your pussy pulsing against the still vibrating toy strapped inside you, the thick black straps digging into your flesh.

“Mmmm, cum one more time for me, Then I’ll take the toy out of you.”

You nodded feeling one of Mark’s hands move to your pussy

“Such a good girl.” He praised moving his fingers against your clit “Come on baby, once more.” He egged you on

Your legs shook as you did your best to move against Marks fingers, the way they worked against your clit making you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You yelled letting everything go as the 5th orgasm of the night overtook you, forcing you convulse against your boyfriend.

“So fucking good baby.” Mark praised watching how hard your orgasm hit you, his cock twitching inside your ass “and as promised..” unclipping the straps he pulled out the slick toy slowly from your pussy, making you mewl from the feeling as he dropped the toy to the floor.

“Thank you.” You breathed out

Mark hummed letting his hands caress over your spent body, his lips pressing against your neck as he moaned out.

“We’re not done yet baby.”

Looking back at him you pleaded with your eyes, hoping he’d take his cock out of you and just cum over your face.

“Oh poor baby, maybe you shouldn’t have acted the way you did and I wouldn’t have to do this.” He mocked

A swift slap to your pussy made you jolt and cry out, tears rolling down your eyes as Mark squeezed your legs in his arms, harder. With a growl Mark started thrusting his cock back into your ass as he chased his high.

You whimpered feeling like a rag doll in Marks arms being used for his own pleasure as he fucked the life from you.

“Yes! fuck yes!” Mark moaned burying his face into your shoulder, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he buried himself as deep as he could go, balls clenching as his seed spurted inside of you.

Breathing heavily Mark thrusted up a few more times, riding out his high and fucking the cum into you.

Letting go of your legs, which dropped like dead weight on either side of Marks legs, he pressed a sweet kiss to your neck.

One of his hands wrapped back around you, over your twitching thighs over to your sensitive pussy giving it a couple slaps forcing your body to involuntarily twitch as you groaned trying to push his hand away.

Mark chuckled placing his hand on your thigh

“Damn.” He moved your hair behind your ear with the other hand “didn’t know you could cum so much baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled turning your head to kiss his lips.

[joaosnovia]

OMG we need a part 3 of the Gavi x tennis reader fic

❦ - love && war 3.

summary:: winning isn’t everything. whether it’s on or off the pitch and that’s something you’ve realised.

warnings:: none.

writers notes:: guys i wanna sob this is really basic, repetitive and idk what to do for the plot but if yg want a part 4 i can do one where he ACTUALLY attends a match bc bros suffering by hearing the match from pedris pov 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @nngkay @cherryloveshs

the first thing you did after leaving the court was check your phone. sweat still clung to your skin, muscles aching from the three set battle you had just fought, but none of that mattered as much as the missed notifications lighting up your screen.

pablo: been refreshing the score like crazy, how did it go?
pablo: mi amor?
pablo: please tell me you won
pablo: shit, did you lose?
pablo: call me as soon as you can, okay?

your heart sank a little as you read his texts. you hated how badly he wanted to be there, how helpless he felt watching the live score update from miles away.

you sighed, quickly typing back.

you: lost in three. close, but not enough.

he read the message almost instantly. the typing bubbles appeared, then stopped. then appeared again.

your phone rang.

you stepped away from the locker room, walking into a quieter hallway before answering.

‘cariño,’ gavi’s voice was soft, but you could hear the frustration underneath. ‘tell me what happened.’

you leaned against the wall, exhaling. ‘she just played better. i had chances, but i didn’t take them. that’s it.’

‘that’s not it,’ he muttered. ‘i know you. i know you’re beating yourself up over every point.’

you closed your eyes for a moment. he wasn’t wrong.

‘i just, i really wanted this one, pablo. and i know i played well, but at the end of the day, i lost. and that’s all anyone will remember.’

‘that’s not true,’ he said instantly. ‘you were amazing. i didn’t even have to watch the match to know that. but it pisses me off that i couldn’t watch. i should’ve been there.’

‘pablo—’

‘i mean it,’ he cut you off, frustration creeping into his voice. ‘pedri was literally sitting on his ass watching the whole thing while i was stuck playing a match i barely cared about because all i wanted to do was check my phone for updates.’

you let out a small laugh despite yourself. ‘you barely cared about a la liga match?’

‘yes,’ he huffed. ‘well, okay, maybe not barely. but you get what i mean.’

you did. you really did.

‘you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you,’ he continued. ‘at halftime, i grabbed my phone the second i got to the locker room. hansi was giving a whole speech and i wasn’t even listening, i just kept refreshing the score.’

‘pablo, oh my god.’

‘no, listen to this,’ he went on. ‘i had to hide my phone under my shirt when he started walking around because i refused to put it down. i literally thought i was gonna get subbed off for being distracted.’

you bit your lip, torn between being exasperated and incredibly touched.

‘you’re crazy.’

‘for you? yeah, i am,’ he admitted without hesitation. ‘i hate missing your matches. and i swear i’ll be at the next one, even if i have to fight hansi for it.’

you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. ‘i appreciate the commitment, but i don’t think hansi would take too kindly to that.’

‘too bad. he’ll have to deal with it,’ gavi muttered.

there was a beat of silence before he spoke again, softer this time.

‘you know how proud i am of you, right?’

you swallowed.

‘even if you didn’t win, even if you think it wasn’t enough, you’re incredible. i hope you know that.’

your throat tightened slightly. he always knew exactly what to say.

‘thank you,’ you murmured. ‘really. that means a lot.’

‘i mean it,’ he said. ‘and when i see you, i’m gonna hug you so tight you’ll forget all about today.’

you laughed lightly. ‘looking forward to it.’

‘good. now go rest, okay? we’ll talk later.’

you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. ‘okay. love you.’

‘love you more, mi amor.’

and just like that, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.