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Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Suguru Geto

Choso Kamo

Aoi Todo

JJK multi-character fics

Nanami Kento Masterlist

Updated: 28th March 2024

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

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Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

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Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

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Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

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kittykattropicanna · 1 year ago

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would you please be able to go into more detail about your prison penpal!simon? why is reader doing it, how did they choose simon (if they had a choice at all), the sorts of letters they exchange? and if they’re any sort of smutty bits for them too? your mechanic au has me absolutely feral beyond words so seeing this made me so excited.

Omg you’re my first asked AHHHHHH I want to scream thank you so much!!!!!

Absolutely I can go into detail about PrisonPenPal!Simon :3 I can't get out of my mind how deprived he is argh!!! >:( all this time alone, and now that you're here writing him pretty little letters, he can't imagine life without you :3

TW: mentions of murder, jail, corruption kink, breading kink, masterbation (Reader & Simon), public masterbation (kinda), smut, not sub!simon but he does cum in his pants, ahhh you're both just so obsessed with each other :3

PrisonPenPal!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

I’ll give you a little back story to why Si actually ended up in jail…

I feel like he retied, left SAS and tried to integrate back into civilian life but failed miserably. He started going out to bars and drinking pretty heavily. The alcohol made him angry, he never was outwardly violent, but everyone could tell he was just a very dark, tortured guy that sat in the back of the bar every night and drank himself stupid. It was like an unwritten rule that nobody bothered him. His a massive guy who’s ex military, if you had half a brain you would leave him alone.

One night he was leaving the pub and this stupid, stupid 18 year old kid thought it would be funny to try square up to him and impress his friends.

It didn’t matter how many times they told him to quit it and leave Simon alone, he still trudged up to him with his head held high and chest puffed.

This kid came up behind Si and punched him in that back of the head. It wasn’t a good punch by any means but it was more then enough to drive Simons drunk brain into utter rage.

He turned around and punched this kid straight in the head. He went down like a stack of bricks, head making direct impact with the concrete floor, killing him instantly.

The kid was only 18, he had so much life left to live…..

Of course Si felt absolutely disgusted in himself, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Killed a poor kid who made a stupid decision and ultimately ended his life as well.

He handed himself over the the police without hesitation. He went quietly and respectfully, cooperated with the police throughout the whole trial, never redirecting blame onto the kid or made it harder then it needed to be.

He pled guilty for involuntary manslaughter and assault. Gaz, Johnny and Price all pitched in to get him the best defence lawyer humanly possible……ultimately, it worked. Even though the general public was outraged at his light sentence.

Simons lawyer claimed the punch was in self defence. Someone attacking him from behind also trigged his PTSD resulting in Simon not being able to control his actions in that moment.

These defences along with him serving in the military for 15+ years and cooperating with the authorities got him 8 years in prison, his sentence was quickly reduced to 4 because of his good behaviour.

It wasn’t an ideal situation by any means, but it was the best case scenario with the cards he was dealt.

But lets fast forward to the present….. How did you decide to actually start writing to an inmate? How did you even find out about it?

I have this really cute idea that maybe you were walking through the shopping centre and there was one of those pop up markets that sit in the middle of everything, you know, with the really annoying people that flag you down and you have to awkwardly not make eye contact and walk past them while they’re try and sell you stuff?

Yeah, one of them. This specific stand kinda caught your eye though, It was called “Write An Inmate”

You talked to the guy at the stand about what exactly “Write An Inmate” was and he explained that he was part of the program when he was locked up, how much it helps inmates get through their sentence, helps connect them to the outside world and genuinely just keeps them hopeful.

First off you were a little hesitant…..speaking to someone who’s in jail because they broke the law sounded a little scary….

But hell, its a start of a new year and taking some time out of your day every once in a while to write a short letter to help keep someones hopes up is the least you can do.

Besides! One of your childhood best friends big brothers went to jail and he wasn’t a bad guy! One of your new years resolutions was to spread more kindness and this is just a perfect way to do so!

Once you got home, you look up the website on the brochure that was given to you and quickly start scrolling through inmates.

They all had profiles with information about them. You couldn’t see what they were in for, but you could see other information like their name, age, date they signed up for the program, time served/time until they get out, amount of letters they have received, a short description of who they are/what they like and a few photos showcasing what they look like.

You scrolled through a few but they all seemed to have gotten hundreds of letters, you wanted to write someone who wasn’t getting flooded every week with letters, maybe send a letter to someone who could use a pick me up.

Clicking on the last page you scrolled to the very bottom and click on the last inmate before it even had time to load.

Once the page opened the name “Simon Riley” appeared on your screen

After looking through his profile a wave of sadness rolled over you

Name: Simon Riley, most people call me Ghost Age: 36 Joined: December 26th, 2021 Letters Received: 0 Time served: 3 and a half years Sentence ends: Year and a half Description: ex military. I like dogs, big ones not small ones, the outdoors, playing cards and motorcycles. The first thing I want to do when I get out is to eat a steak.

Attached was three photos. I won’t even lie, they’re definitely dad selfies from different angles HAHAHA they’re such grainy photos too, like they’ve been taken on a 10 year old android.

Two of the selfies are him with a black balaclava on and the last one was of his face without anything covering it, but again it so grainy you can’t really make his facial features out.

Simon had joined the program two years ago and hadn't received one letter. You felt horrible, he joined the day after Christmas probably hoping to receive something, anything, but not one person took the time to write him…..

So obviously Simon was going to be your prisoner pen pal, how could he not be…..

I think the letters start off pretty innocently tbh, you don’t start writing to Simon with the intention of starting any sort of sexual or romantic relationship, it truly is out of the goodness of you’re heart, you sweet girl :(

Simon had totally forgotten about the program honestly, imagine his shock when the prison guard threw him a letter.

When he frowned and asked who its from the guard just shrugged and said “write an inmate program” and walked off completely unfazed.

But again, starts out super innocent, things like “I saw that you like big dogs, what’s your favourite breed?” and “what’s your favourite card game? I know how to play blackjack but I’m not very good haha”

I’d like to think you don’t even disclose your gender or name at the start. Keeping everything under lock and key.

Simon also answers back with pure intentions at first, he has an inkling you may be a women because the hand writing is wayyy to pretty and delicate to come from a man.

But again! He doesn’t get his hopes up, it could be an old granny for all he knows, but he can’t shake the idea that maybeeeee it could be someone a little more his type, ya know ;)

After a couple weeks of writing letters back and forth you feel like you’re getting to know him a little better. He asks you to call him Simon, not Ghost and he starts writing the cheesiest dad jokes at the bottom of every letter.

“Two fish are in a tank, one turns to the other and asks “do you know how to drive this thing?” a little army humour for ya’ :)”

His so charming in such a rough and rugged sort of way you know? It sounds silly to say, I mean, you’ve never met him! But the way his handwriting is complete chicken scratch and how he adds little “:)” “:(“ and “>:)” makes you giggle!

You end up telling him your name and how old you are, I mean, its only fair! You know his name! You definitely didn’t tell him because you wanted to get his mind racing, get him thinking about all the different possibilities, make him fantasize…

Its fair to say you have a little crush on him :( ahhhh its so humiliating! A city girl like you, good job, successful family and a bright future laying in bed every night fucking your pussy with a brand new dildo you bought just so you could imagine Simon, a felon, fucking your little cunt :(

When Simon sent his letter that week asking for a photo of you, your little crush just got bigger :(

“Its only fair don’t ya’ think? You know what I look like, why don’t ya’ return the favour sweetpea ;)”

And of course you did!! He asked so politely!

Putting on your pushup bra, doing your makeup and styling your hair all for him:(((

You get so frustrated because you don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard for him, argh! Its all so embarrassing!! Your such a needy girl >:(

You make sure to push up your tits, your bra helping them spill out over your cute little shirt and giving him a good view of your gorgeous body.

After an hour of taking photos you finally get the shot you were looking for

Eyes sparkling, cute little smile on your lips, light hitting your face just right, lacy bra slightly peaking out the top of your shirt just enough that it looks like an accident, beautiful tits sitting right in frame so he can get a good look and the slight curve of your waist visible.

Its perfect, it look so effortless…..in your eyes at least

When Si received your letter, his cock got hard the second he saw your picture :((((

Since his been locked up he hasn’t been able to jerk off properly >:(

His balls are so heavy as is, and now he has a photo of you

He could basically cum in his pants at the thought of holding your waist as you ride him. Using his big callused hands to fuck your pretty pussy onto his aching cock >>:((((((

You’re so put together! nice clothes, from the look of the background, nice apartment, clean bedroom. Just the thought of him corrupting you, fucking his baby into you, making you move into a shitty little apartment while he works and you look after his chubby baby makes his dick start to twitch :3

Before he can stop himself, he cums all in his pants :(

He hasn’t cum properly in years! yet a simple photo of you did it for him in seconds!!! You’re such a nasty minx, you know exactly what you’re doing you dirty girl >>:(

That night he lays under the covers, his cell mate fast asleep on the other side of the room as he slowly pumps his cock to the photo of you.

Eyes closed and head thrown back against the thin pillow, he bites his lip so he doesn’t make any noise.

You see, playboy magazines get passed around all the time, they’re not hard to find if you know the right people, but it just doesn’t do it for Si!!

Of course they’re beautiful women, there’s no doubt about it, but everything so photoshopped :(

Si likes his women natural. No skin smoothing filters or enhancements from photoshop, he likes his women real

His so deprived that he cums in record time, his hot load shooting all over your face, the once clean photo now sticky and stained….

He wished he had it in him to be embarrassed, but he just can’t! God, he needs to hear your voice, your picture just isn’t enough anymore….

In his next letter he asks if he could use his monthly call to speak to you……Johnnys just gonna have to wait, they can talk football another time >:(

Aghhhh, PrisonPenPal!Simon is so fucking cocky it hurtssss, PrisonPenPal!Simon is open for requests so feel free to send them throughhhhh, add to the AU, ask me expand on certain topics, whatever floats your boat >:)

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magicfootballstuff · 1 year ago

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Softie (maya le tissier x reader)

Summary: Maya’s got a reputation as a fierce, determined defender to uphold. You, as her girlfriend, know the truth - she’s actually a massive softie.

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If you could choose one word to describe Maya, it would be soft.

Soft like the way she giggles at the silliest things, her laughter filling your ears like the purest liquid gold.

Soft like the way her eyes light up when you get put in the same team in training, because she much prefers winning with you rather than competing against you for the inflatable trophy.

Soft like the way she clambers back into bed after checking on the dog first thing in the morning and nuzzles her face into your neck, mumbling words about how much she missed you, even though she was only gone for a few minutes.

She’s sunshine personified, caring and lovely and most importantly yours.

The thing is, Maya doesn’t think she’s soft. In fact, she flat out denies it when you call her a big softie, right after she comes back from the shop with not just the pint of milk she went for, but a beautiful bouquet of flowers that she presents to you with a beaming smile.

“I’m not soft,” she protests with a frown, and even that’s cute, the way that her eyebrows furrow together and her bottom lip pushes out ever so slightly. “I just thought they were pretty, that’s all. Just like you.”

“See!” you can’t help but point out in triumph. “You’re a softie.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you tell her, setting the flowers aside and wrapping your arms around her waist, and Maya welcomes you into her arms like she’s not currently pretending to be mad at you. “I won’t tell anyone. It can be our little secret. I know you like people to think you’re a big bad centre back.”

“I am a big bad centre back,” she tries to insist, though she smells of lavender and the hands on your back are ever so gentle as she holds you against her chest.

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If Maya really was a big bad centre back, if she was so concerned about her on-field reputation being damaged by her teammates knowing how loved-up she is, then she wouldn’t do things like this.

This being the note that you find in your locker as you’re getting changed before training one day, the words ‘love you like crazy’ scrawled in Maya’s familiar loopy writing over a series of kisses. You break out into a grin as soon as you find the note nestled between your boots and your hoodie and when you glance across the changing room, Maya’s eyes are on you, watching you discover her little love note, even as she half-listens to one of Millie’s stories.

“Love you too,” you mouth to her, and the way that the shy smile on her face spreads into a full grin, cheeks flushing slightly like it’s the first time you’ve told her that you love her and not the thousandth, has you falling in love with her all over again.

But the momentary distraction of making heart eyes across the dressing room is long enough for Ella to spot the note caught between your fingers, and you’re pretty sure that half the girls would tease you both for it but especially Tooney.

“Didn’t know you were such a simp, Maya,” Ella teases her loudly, and it’s not long before the handwritten note has made its way around the entire dressing room and Maya’s face has flamed up to match the shade of red of her training kit.

As you traipse out of the dressing room and towards the training pitch five minutes later, you walk alongside Maya and give her hand a comforting squeeze.

“They’re just jealous that their partners aren’t as sweet as mine,” you tell her. “I liked it. It was cute.”

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Maya shows up to training the next day in a tank top, even though it’s a few degrees too cold for it, and you’re pretty sure it’s a direct response to the public allegation that she’s soft at heart. You’re not going to complain though, in fact you might start thinking of other ways to challenge her reputation as a fierce defender if this is the outcome, especially when you’re treated to a front row seat to the gun show that she puts on in the gym after lunch, lifting slightly more than usual as if trying to prove a point.

Ella is the one who calls you out on your not-so-subtle ogling of Maya’s rippling biceps.

“Keep your tongue in your mouth,” she teases you, pulling you out of your trance by poking a socked toe into your thigh as you stretch out on the floor with a foam roller. “This is a workplace, you know.”

“Tell that to Maya,” you counter. “She’s the one being distracting.”

If there was any doubt about the deliberateness of Maya’s choice of clothing, nor the way she’s been strutting around the gym like she owns the place, it’s completely vanquished when Maya makes eye contact with you moments later, her eyebrows twitching suggestively at you as she shoots you a smile, before dropping back onto the bench to start a new set of chest presses.

This girl is going to kill you one day.

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One day turns out to be later in the same day, because no sooner have you crossed the threshold into your shared apartment, does Maya drop her bag by the door and hoist you up into her arms, pressing you against the wall as she practically attacks your mouth with her own.

“Still think I’m soft?” she mumbles against your lips.

You struggle to formulate a response, thoroughly distracted by the way her strong hands are splayed against your thighs as your legs tighten around her hips, how she makes lifting you up seem effortless and you’re definitely grateful for all those extra reps in the gym when the benefits are this wonderful.

“Yeah,” you manage to answer, as her lips descend onto your neck instead, finding the flutter of your pulse and scraping her teeth against the sensitive skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to leave you wanting. “Still soft.”

Maya’s fingers dig into your thighs and she carries you through the flat until you get to the bedroom, where she pretty much manhandles you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.

“How about now?” she asks, a challenge in her eyes as she takes each of your hands in turn and raises them above your head, daring you move them if you want to face the consequences of disobeying her.

And of course you’re going to keep winding her up about it if this is the outcome, did she really expect otherwise?

“My sweetheart,” you tell her, challenging her right back. “My angel. My perfect girl.”

The way that Maya yanks your shorts down and starts kissing and biting her way down your body is anything but soft, but you’re not going to complain.

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You are many things, but not so stubborn that you can’t admit that Maya is not always soft. Because the Maya that calls you sweet nicknames and buys you flowers and leaves notes in your locker is very different from the Maya who stands solid in the centre of the Manchester United defence.

She just has this aura about her, a kind of confidence that isn’t arrogant, just assured of her own ability, that she backs up with every block or last ditch tackle. And when she follows up a goal-saving tackle with something just as impressive moving forwards, like pinging a pass diagonally across the field to meet the run of Leah, you, as a creative attacking player, can’t help but admire her vision too.

You’re on the bench today, which means you get to admire Maya’s talent and technical ability guilt-free, your eyes following her as she strides forward with Millie after United win a corner, a little swagger in her step as the two converse behind hands that shield their mouths. You wonder what they’re plotting but it’s clearly something special, because when Katie sends the ball flying in from the corner, Maya finds herself unmarked and rockets the ball into the back of the net with her head, finally giving United the lead.

You’re up off your seat in an instant, celebrating with the other substitutes, though you can’t help but admire Maya’s celebrations on the pitch too, using her strength to lift Millie up with one arm as she raises the other hand with a clenched fist towards the fans and roars in pride.

Maya’s a professional though, and she doesn’t let herself bask in the joy of a rare goal-scoring opportunity for too long. You’re only one goal up, after all, and there’s still time left to play. She returns to her spot in the middle of the defensive line for play to resume, as stoic and as focused as she was before the ball found the back of the opponent’s net.

You’re subbed on not long after Maya’s goal puts United ahead, fresh legs needed to add to, or at the very least defend the narrow lead.

The thing about coming on for the end of the game, is that most of the other players on the pitch have tired legs, and tired legs means tired challenges.

The challenge you find yourself on the receiving end feels like more than just tiredness, it’s the opponent being frustrated at the way Manchester United are managing the late game and lashing out by sliding in clumsily, connecting with your ankle after you’ve already played the ball away. Your legs are swept from beneath you and you tumble onto the grass clutching your foot, the impact of the challenge and studs against your ankle bone smarting with pain.

The physiotherapists are at your side in an instant while chaos erupts around you. The referee has a card out but it’s a flash of yellow that gets waved at the player who took you down, not red. Your teammates aren’t happy about that but there’s one person in particular who rages at such a dangerous challenge being let off with a yellow, and you can hear Maya’s voice cutting through the others as she tells the referee exactly what she thinks of that decision.

“Oi, ref! Are you blind? That’s a fucking red!”

Maya doesn’t swear often, which is how you know she’s furious with the challenge you’ve just received. But she knows the rules, knows that she can’t get away with swearing at a referee like that, and surely knows to expect the yellow card that gets waved in her direction next, but she’s still angry. The much more level-headed Katie steps in to talk to the referee, while Millie wraps an arm around Maya’s shoulders and tries to steer her away from the group of players around the referee before she gets herself into any further trouble.

“Maya!” you call out from your position on the floor, as the physios attend to your ankle.

And it’s like a switch flicks in Maya’s head because the second she hears you calling out her name, the anger slips off her face and she’s crouching at your side, looking down at you with concern in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you say, stretching your ankle out at the request of the physio to check you’ve still got a full range of movement in it. “Don’t go getting sent off for me.”

“She should’ve been sent off,” Maya complains.

“I know, but she wasn’t,” you remind her. “We’re winning because of you, don’t be the one who makes us lose it.”

The physios seem satisfied that there’s no damage to your ankle and Maya is the one who helps you to your feet, holding one of your hands and resting her other one on your waist as you test out bearing weight on the injured ankle.

“All good?” she asks you.

“It’ll be fine,” you assure her, finally letting go of her hand as you follow the physios to the side of the pitch.

Maya’s face is still etched with concern as you wait to be allowed back on the pitch, but once the referee’s whistle blows for the game to resume and she beckons you back on, Maya is fully focused again, as determined to protect the one-goal lead as she was to protect you from reckless challenges.

———

“That was kinda hot, you know?” you tell Maya in the dressing room after the game, once you’ve wrapped up the win and secured all three points, murmuring the words so that nobody else can hear. “Going into protective girlfriend mode out there.”

“If you’d got badly injured, if you’d had to go off, I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Maya admits. “I might’ve lost my head completely.”

“You nearly did anyway,” you point out, sliding an arm around her back and squeezing her waist. “Willing to fight a referee for me and everything. Very hot.”

“Yeah?” she asks, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“And you got the winning goal,” you add. “Might earn yourself a little reward tonight, if you’re lucky.”

Maya’s teeth dig into her lower lip and her eyes darken, and if you weren’t surrounded by teammates and it wasn’t wildly inappropriate to be having the thoughts that you’re currently having, you’d drag her off to the showers to give her the reward right now.

Maya must be thinking the same, because her breath comes out slightly stuttered as she says, “Can’t wait.”

———

But when you get home after the match, Maya is the one who ends up treating you. She orders you to settle on the sofa, propping your ankle up on cushions even though you can walk on it just fine and barring a little bit of bruising you can’t tell that you injured it at all. Soon the room is lit only by a couple of scented candles and your favourite Harry Potter movie is playing on the large television on the wall, and when food arrives from a local restaurant that you love, Maya insists on collecting it from the door herself and bringing it straight to your lap.

After you’ve both eaten, discarded plates and takeaway containers littered across the nearby coffee table, Maya is curled into your side with her head on your shoulder and her arm around your waist, and she quietly murmurs, “I think you’re right.”

“About what?”

“I think I am a softie.”

You smile to yourself, then pull Maya a bit closer, if possible, and press a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh baby, it’s okay,” you assure her. “It’s one of the many reasons I’m completely in love with you.”

“Only for you though,” Maya says, lifting her head and giving you a look as if to warn you against telling anybody else. As if the rest of the team doesn’t already know that you’ve got Maya wrapped around your little finger.

“Only for me,” you agree.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #maya le tissier imagine #maya le tissier x reader #established relationship

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greatsharklamia · 13 days ago

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Part One

Rafe x Y/N imagine

Summary: Rafe and Y/N have been hooking up for months, and somewhere it's turned into something more. You practically live together, and don't sleep with other people ,but one night Rafe lets Ruthie get under his skin.

Featuring: FWB, Dickhead Rafe, Adulthood

Warnings: NSFW, panty stealing, self play, swearing. Rafe is kind of a dick in this (he'll probably get a little better soon)

Your phone buzzed. Again. The third time in the last ten minutes but you ignored it. He’d made his bed and now he could lie in it.

The pun made you laugh, but it was a sad sound. You were better than this. ‘Never trust a man,’ you messaged in your friends group chat.

Now you’d be mature about it.

He didn’t deserve to see your snapchats, or insta posts, and you were quick to remove him. Not going so far as to block him, that would be too much, your insta account was private anyway. Then you took the real plunge, and blocked and deleted his number from your phone.

Next was deleting the texts you’d sent each other over the 6 months you’d been fooling around. But first you couldn't help but scroll through them.

‘Spend the weekend with me. I’ll take you to get your nails and hair done on Saturday, and then we can go out to dinner.’ ‘God you looked fucking stunning today. I’ve been hard all afternoon thinking about you. Why don’t you come over and help me out.’ Or your personal favourite ‘check your front door, I’ve had something delivered.’ When you’d opened the door you’d found roses and a house key for his condo.

You clicked delete on the thread of texts. Months of flirtation, deep talks and sexting disappeared.

The next task proved to be the hardest. A large Prada shopping bag sat in the corner of your room. The bougiest and also cheapest rubbish bag known to man. It was perfect; though currently it was full of waterlogged tissues. Grabbing them up, along with the half empty box of tissues, you disposed of them in the bathroom bin and put the tissues away under the sink.

There wouldn’t be anymore tears shed over Rafe Cameron.

For the last time, you let yourself into Rafes condo.

He was at a business dinner that evening, and you knew that it would run late. They always did. And now it gave you ample time to scrub any trace of yourself from his life.

Entering the bedroom you just looked at the large bed in the centre. So many fond memories flooded back, but you shook them off. It was the closet you were here for. Upending the Prada bag on the bed, Rafes life at your place tumbled out. You’d sort that out in a moment.

There was a more pressing issue to see to.

Once upon a time the walk in closest had brought you such joy. Not only was it massive, Rafe was always shooing you in there to see what new thing he’d brought you. 5 times out of 10 it then turned into amazing, passionate sex.

Anything that you hadn’t taken back to your house was stored in there.

You’d thought long and hard about what to do. They were gifts, but you didn’t feel right keeping them. You also didn’t feel right leaving them in his wardrobe as a reminder of you.

It’s what had delayed this trip.

In the end the only thing you could think of was to give most everything to his sisters. They had always been super friendly with you, and they understood why you were doing it. Sarah would be meeting you at John Bs after this to grab the clothes, and her and Wheezie would sort through them. Anything they didn't want they would organise to have sold, and the money would end up back in Rafes wallet.

Tears had been shed thinking of your beautiful things being sold. But needs must.

Before long the bag was overflowing with clothes, shoes and a few accessories. You hurried back to the bed and stashed the bag beside it. It would join a much smaller bag of Rafes gifts in the back of your car. For now you had to put away Rafes clothes.

You’d washed everything in the most basic, non scented detergent you could find, and had forgone wearing perfume for this task. You were going to extremes you knew it, but he’d broken your heart. He didn’t deserve a single piece of you.

Once you’d put his stuff back in the closet you took one last look and closed the door behind you. It was short work clearing the bedside table; a single paper back novel rested there. You hadn’t finished it yet, so you were going to hold onto it for a little while longer before giving it to Sarah.

The bathroom was next, and you cleared it of your shower products, skin care, makeup and feminine items.

You’d not left anything in the living room, or any other areas of the condo. While Rafe had always been surprisingly welcoming about having you in his space, you’d been well aware that it was just a fling. And you hadn’t wanted to step too far outside of your bounds.

There was some part of you that was happy for your forethought. It made this hurt less.

The kitchen was spotless as always, except for a plate in the sink, and a empty pizza box sitting on top of the bin. There wasn’t much you had here, a bottle of creamer in the fridge and a jar of peanut butter in the pantry. Neither were things Rafe liked, but he was happy enough that you’d brought them with you.

Since it was your money that had brought the items, you tucked them into your handbag, and grabbed the flowers out of the vase on the dinning table. A gift from Rafe before everything had gone down, they were only just starting to wilt. Not that it mattered to you. Cleaning the vase and putting it back, you had plans to put the flowers in the neighbours rubbish bin as you left.

Only one thing remained.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out your keys. It took a moment of fidling to get Rafes condo key off and you wasted no time in hanging it on the key rack beside the spare car key. Thankfully your dad had taught you how to handle tools. It had made changing the locks at your place a breeze.

Finally you let yourself out, stopping only to bin the flowers, and then you were home free.

Rafe was tired. Talks over dinner had been frustrating to say the least. He got what he wanted, but it hadn’t been as easy as it should have been. And you hadn’t been responding to his messages. He realised that he may have fucked up a little bit, but it didn’t excuse ignoring him.

A knock on the door broke his train of thought, and when he opened it he was disappointed to see Sarah, though not surprised. You would have just let yourself in with your key.

“What do you want Sarah,” Rafe sighed. Sarah just looked at him, taking in the tired expression and then pushed past him. “Of course, just let yourself in,” he mumbled closing the door behind her.

She was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a pissed off expresion on her face when he turned around.

“Are you going to tell me what your problem is, or are you just going to stand there?”

She scoffed, “my problem is that you had something really great, and you ruined it for your dick, and that scank.”

Rafe groaned, knowing what this was about.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he said, relaxing back into the couch, in a manner that contradicted his statement.

“Oh, well in that case I’ll just let myself out and you can go back to pinning about Y/N,” she turned to leave, puishing down the smug smile. She knew her brother too well.

“Wait,” Rafe ran a hand over his head. “What do you know?”

“Probably more than you,” she said joining him on the couch. “I’m only helping you because you were both happy, and when you’re happy you're less of a dick. Putting it simply, you slept with the only person on the island that Y/N hates, and - hush,” Sarah held up a hand to cut of her brother when he tried to interrupt. “And, when Kelce and Topper asked you about it, in front of everyone mindue, you said that you were single and could do what you wanted.”

“I was drunk though,” Rafe argued. As if that made any difference. “And I am single.” Even as he said it, he knew that he was being a dick.

Sarah grasped her hands together to keep from smacking the shit out of Rafe. “You say you’re single. But you don’t act it. Y/N practically lives here, you buy her everything she could ever want, pay her phone bill and contents insurance, and have not dated anyone else in the entire time you two have been together.”

“So. She’ll get over it. I was going to ask her to move in, but I got drunk and Ruthie knows how to push my buttons. When she made an argument that I was pussy whipped, everyone else agreed. I have an image to uphold Sarah, you know that.”

She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her brother was a fucking idiot. She’d always thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby, but this just proved it.

“I’ll give her the rest of the day to cool off, and then tomorrow I’ll call her and ask her to move in,” the idiot said.

“And then what? Are you dating? Just friends with benefits, but make it roomates?”

Rafe was getting sick of this questioning. It wasn’t helping any.

“Dating. She knows how I feel about her. I made a mistake, but she won’t hold it against me, because she feels for me what I feel for her.”

Damn, if Sarah didn’t feel bad for Rafe. He’d never had the chance to see a healthy relationship, and it had messed with his perception of love. And now she’d have to be the one to shatter his illusion that this was okay.

“Rafe. Y/N is done with you. Look around,” she gestured widely. “Maybe she could have made peace with you sleeping with Ruthie,” mentally she added, ‘not really’, “But you let Ruthie shit talk her. Theres no coming back from this.”

The anger that flared across Rafes face just served to piss Sarah off more. “Whatever, its clear that it was a mistake to come here and talk to you. Don’t come crying to me when you realise that you’ve ruined the only good thing in your life.”

Rafe didn’t even bother watching as Sarah stormed out. He had more important things to worry about. But first he was dying for a beer and a cold shower.

He clocked the missing flowers as he opened the fridge but shrugged it off, swallowing back a large mouthful of beer. The missing shower products took a little longer to become obvious, and it wasn’t until he was dripping on the bath mat that he noticed your toothbrush was gone.

He had already somewhat expected it.

All of this could be explained away. You were mad, and had taken your necessities home to sulk.

It was upon entering the bedroom that he started to worry. Every little piece of you was gone. The photo frame on the dressing table was empty; even your umbrella, which hung on the back of the door was gone. And you hated using umbrellas because they alkways turned inside out when you used them.

His mind could explain it all away as a temper tantram, and then he opened the wardrobe. Thats when he realised that he had really fucked up. Your clothes were gone, and his night was about to get worse.

He opened his shirt draw and on top, neatly folded was your favourite shirt. It was one of the few items that Rafe would let you wear of his, preferring to dress you in brand new things. The nights you weren’t curled up in bed with Rafe, you were sleeping in that shirt; and now it was back in his drawer.

“Fuck,” he groaned, turning and punching the wall without a thought. The plaster cracked, leaving a visible hole. “Fuck,” he repeated. He’d need to fix that before you were next over. No need for you to see proof of him loosing his cool.

His hand ached as he dressed himself but it was a satisfying throb that promised to only grow worse without care. It could wait. He had flowers to buy and an apology to make. You could doctor him up later.

You didn’t know if you were surprised or not to see him standing on your doorstep.

All you had done since leaving Sarah was think and read self help articles. And how this next talk went would determine how you would move forward with Rafe.

Not that you wanted to date him now. No. You respected yourself too much for that.

You refused to let him in at first, but his apologies, so pretty and plentiful did turn your head, you will admit. It was hard to say no, you’d been in love with Rafe for long enough that you felt physically ill not being with him.

To your right you saw the curtains of your neighbours house move. You were being spied on by your own neighbours. “In,” you ground out, stepping back and waving him in.

It was hard, trying not to regret it, but you ignored your inner voice calling you dumb.

“I’ll put these in a vase,” Rafe said, sauntering past you with a smugness that might have once made you wet, but now made you want to smack him right in the jaw. He was oblivious to these thoughts though, carrying the admittedly stunning flowers to the kitchen. Annoyed with his audacity, you planted yourself on the couch and affected an air of boredom.

He could finish his apology and leave, you had plans with the girls to go out get shitfaced, and never think about dating again. Plans had already been building in your head. You would become a sugar baby to a hot older man, and live out your life in the condo he paid for.

But none of that mattered right now. Right now the man you were in love with was lowering himself onto the couch across from where you had strategically sat; the tiny, worn armchair that didn’t match anything you owned.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I got drunk with Kelce and Topper, and you know what Ruthie is like, she knows how to push my buttons. When she made an argument that I was pussy whipped, everyone else agreed. I have an image to uphold, you know that.” Had you known that his apology was practically verbatim what he had told Sarah earlier, you would have been even angrier.

Though, as it was you were pretty fucking mad.

“You have an image to uphold?” Rafe might not have been the idiot his sister had accused him of being, because he could tell that he’d just made a mistake. He cut you off, “no, no, what I meant was.” But he didn’t get to finish. “Do not cut me off Rafe,” you spit out. “I’m going to lay it out in a way you might understand.”

You leaned forward and gave him the angriest look he had ever seen. And his father was Ward Cameron.

“We weren't dating, but we haven’t seen other people since we started seeing each other. We stay at each others places most nights and go out on dates. We haven’t been using a condom, because we weren’t seeing other people.” Your voice got loud toward the end, so taking a deep breath you calmed yourself.

“When I get asked out I say ‘oh sorry, I’m unavailable.’ And you know what you did? You slept with Ruthie in Toppers bathroom, and afterward listened to her shit talk me in front of all of your friends, and you said nothing. At the same time, I was asleep in your bed waiting for you to come home.” Shaking your head you continued, “so yes, you are single Rafe,” the direct mention of his announcement at Toppers made him wince, “and its my own fault for thinking that we were more than we were. But that doesn’t mean that you let your friends say horrible shit about me.”

Sighing, you stood from your chair and crossed your arms. “So Rafe, I think that clearly your image, and your friends come before me. And I deserve to be put first. So I’d like you to grab your flowers, leave my house, and never darken my door again.”

For a moment it seemed like he was going to ignore your wishes, but he must have seen the absolute fury you were holding back, because he just stood and followed you to the front door. He ignored the flowers you tried to thrust back at him. Instead he stepped forward into your space, placing a small kiss on your forehead. His moment of calm was interrupted when your hand shot out and stabbed him right in the throat.

The pure joy you felt as his face went red and he chocked out coughs was invigorating. They could have bottled that shit up and sold it for thousands of dollars.

Your laughter echoed in Rafes ears as you slammed the door in his face.

Once home Rafe bypassed the couch and headed straight for the bed, throwing himself on it and pulling his prize out of his pocket. A pair of your panties straight from the washing hamper, which he’d stolen while putting the flowers in water. Its the only time he’d appreciated that you lived in a shoebox.

They weren’t his favourite panties of yours, in fact he’d noticed none of the things he’d brought you, but that was an issue to think on tomorrow. For now, he’d been hard the whole time he’d been talking to you, but damn if that throat jab didn’t almost finish him off.

Plus the smell of you, the sight of you in a small threadbare robe. He groaned, throwing his head back as he palmed himself through his pants. God he loved that robe. In the right light it was see through and it was clear that you hadn’t been wearing a bra earlier. He pulled himself out and inhaled your panties roughly before folding them over his hard, leaking cock. His aching hand stroked softly.

It never entered his mind to use his other hand, ambidextrous as he was. No, to use his aching hand was a punishment and Rafe relished the pain.

His free hand crept up to his throat, and as he felt that familiar tightening in his gut he squeezed tight, cutting of his airsupply. Black spots swum in his vision as he raced toward the finishline. Speeding his hand up Rafe chocked for air. And then came, thick ropes of cum coating the panties.

Weak and shaking Rafe took his time to unhook the panties from his cock, groaning when he pulled too hard on the sensitive head. He’d not needed to take himself in hand for the longest time. You were always there to help him out.

Thoughts spiraling again Rafe stood from the bed, there was a file from the business dinner that needed his attention before he could go to sleep.

Absentmindedly he pushed the soiled panties into his mouth, sucking on the combined taste of you and him, but after a second he pulled them back out. He needed to concentrate, and that was only going to keep him distracted. No matter how much he wanted to hold your panties in his mouth all night, he’d need to put it on the backburner.

The sooner he got his work done, the sooner he could make a plan to win you back.

Note: That's part one done and dusted. Part two to come soon, and that might wrap it up. I'm not quite sure yet.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #reader imagine

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cheriladycl01 · 11 months ago

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All in a days work - Alexander Albon x Lifestyle/Travel Vlogger! Reader

Plot: Y/N vlogging her travels with Alex and how she see's so much of the places that they travel too with the Grand Prix

"Hey guys, this week Y/N Adventures moves to Belgium. We just had an extremely short summer break but it was so fun! Alex and I went to Thailand for 10 days and then stayed in London with family for the rest! The vlogs already out so you can go check that out" you grin before you stop to one side in the airport you and Alex are currently navigating through.

"We're leaving a little earlier compared to most driver's. We have to be in Spa, and checked into the Hotel Red Bull provide for the race weekend by Thursday the 29th. It's currently the 25th of August 2019 and we are going to Brussels for 4 nights" you say excitedly before you look over to your boyfriend confused.

He was the typical 'airport dad' boyfriend when you both travelled, and you always wanted to catch it on camera because everyone who watched you found it hilarious.

Currently he was looking down at the bulk of paper, checking through the bag meticulously making sure passports and all other essentials were there.

He'd had too many close calls where you guys had forgotten travel adaptors and were travelling with dead phones or times when you'd gotten flight times mixed up by an hour and had to run to the gate.

He turns to look at you, seeing the camera making him groan before turning away with a light blush. You laugh to yourself swinging the camera back round to yourself before looking around.

"We are currently in London Gatwick, and we are going to go find the Red Lion, Spoons so i can tell you guys about the itinerary of this week" you grinned before cutting the camera and taking your on-board suitcase and Alex's hand walking towards the pub.

"Okay, so Alex is at the bar ordering us drinks right now and I'm going to talk you through the itinerary. So we get into Brussels at 11.30 and can check into our hotel straight away. Then tomorrow we'll be going to Les Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert and looking at the amazing art, and then in the afternoon we are meeting with a friend from Belgium whose going to give us a walking tour of the city centre. Tuesday Alex and I have a spa booked and we'll do some shopping! And then Wednesday is our free day where we going to meet some locals and get a real feel for the culture" you say before spotting Alex coming back with your lemonade that you gladly took from him with a thank you and a massive gulp.

"What have you told them so far, sweetheart!" he asks taking a sip of his beer.

"The itinerary for before the race!" you smile at him.

"Hmmm, you've not told them about the fun day trip after?" he offers making you gasp forgetting that you had major things planned for the Monday and Tuesday before Italy.

"Yes guys we are going to drive over to Germany to Cologne so we can spend time in the theme park there!" you exclaim excited.

"Mmm she wanted to go to Ferrari Land but we are saving that for when we go to Abu Dhabi!" he interjects.

"Then we'll be going straight to Italy! Italy is one of Y/N's fav places guys!" Alex chuckles, you guys had met in Italy 2 years prior while he was in F2.

"Yes I'm excited to see you there!"

*Skip to Sunday!*

"So this is actually Alex's first race in Red Bull, he's starting from 17th today as qualifying wasn't what we were hoping for yesterday, was it hunny" you pan to Alex zipping up the outer part of his race suit. He pulls his headphones out and tilts his head to the side, a cute puppy dog expression resting on it.

"Qualifying, your first in Red Bull wasn't what you were hoping for? But it's today that matters!" you smile kindly at him to which he nods, knowing that yesterday he was still trying to get used to the car. It wasn't like the Toro Rosso he had driven since the start of the year, it was more aggressive, something that was a Max Verstappen driving style. But today is what would count, he agreed with you.

"Yeah. I mean it's a hard car to drive and even with the practice sessions it's still hard to get used to! Spa is also a difficult track, so yeah its just about getting used to it!" he smiles, pulling you in by your waist to his side before kissing you and running of somewhere into the garage.

"It's looking like an interesting season though guys. Lewis is strong, Ferrari is strong, we've got 3 new promising rookies one of them being my boyfriend! So yeah I'm excited for today!"

Max DNFed early on not even completing his first lap, whereas Alex stormed through the grid all the way from P17 to P5 gaining valuable points for Red Bull.

"You did amazing Alex! I'm so so proud of you!" you compliment hugging him as you were stood with the rest of the Red Bull Team! It was a really sweet moment. All of the team cheering for Alex as he pulled into the pits. Christian had congratulated him on an amazing first race and the rest of the team pulled him into hugs that you filmed.

The chaos in the garage was something you loved!

"Charles! Charles" you'd shouted over to him as you saw him walking to the cool down room preparing for him P1 podium!

"Oh Y/N! Hello!" he grins looking down at you.

"Well done on P1 it was an amazing race from you today!" you grin, pulling him into a side hug. You both chat for a little while before Seb comes out heckling him inside.

"Well guys, Belgium has been a blast! I'm going to edit these videos on the plane to Cologne and Italy!" you grin before ending up the vlog.

"Ah you all finished up for Belgium baby?" Alex asks peering over you shoulder wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Yeah! I'm excited for Cologne! Did you say Lando and George were coming with us?" you ask, tilting your head to the side unsure if Alex's rookie friends were accompanying you on your two day theme park trip.

"Yeah, they don't need to go home, so they said it would be easier travelling with us!" Alex smiles swaying you side to side.

"This will be lots and lots of fun!" you exclaim.

Before you knew it you and Lando look it in turns driving the four of you across the Belgium border into Germany and to the Theme Park you guys would spend time in. You got there late Monday morning all of you being tired and not wanting to get up at the ass crack of dawn. You guys all enjoyed a hotel breakfast together.

All the other drivers were confused about the four all in very chipper moods and all animatedly discussing something.

They had of course asked where you were off to and after explaining you were going to a theme park. Charles, Pierre, Carlos and Daniel all agreed to join you guys which left them in a car behind you following you to the park.

Some people, like Lando, Carlos and George didn't want to go on some of the bigger rides. So it was left to the rest of you, you all changed seats making sure no-one was left alone the whole time. You guys went to all the little food stands, making sure to get Lando waffles and get Charles chocolate covered strawberries.

It was probably one of the best days out, and you knew that people especially the F1 fans would enjoy the vlog around the park. There was funny moments between Lando, Carlos and Daniel. Chares and Pierre had ended up on a kiddie ride just the two of them. You and George had been sat on the mine train together and were talking to each other in what you could only describe as a Texan Drawl.

"So how are you all feeling about Italy, home of Tifosi you've got a lot of pressure Charles" you smile over at him. You guys were all sat in a Chinese themed restaurant around a big circular table, talking about the season so far and what lies ahead.

"I mean, I felt good in Belgium the car had the pace. I feel like I can do the same in Italy" Charles admits.

"How about you babe, you think you can keep Golden Boy Max behind you?" you grin teasing your boyfriend who said he was stressing about Max and how he wont always DNF in a race.

"Yeah, I mean that car is literally built for Max. Pierre I'm sure would agree with me that its a hard car to drive because of that but I feel like I'm getting there" he offers.

And that's exactly how that weekend went. Alex placed ahead of Max, who did stay in the race while Charles won his second race of the season. It was an amazing race weekend followed by lots of shopping in Milan where you treated Alex to a gift congratulating him for his amazing races.

After Italy there was a big break before Singapore, rather than keeping on the road travelling you guys decided to go home and see both of your families in London. You were always travelling and coming home always felt like you were on some kind of reality TV show, where you were sat down before being unloaded with all the current family drama.

You and Alex would share look with each other, making gasps every now and then and interjecting where necessary. But it was always fun telling them about the stories from your own travels. The stories were more dramatic and chaotic from your days of solo travelling before you'd met Alex but you still had funny moments to report back to them.

And Alex's family always loved to hear what you and Alex and all your friends had been up too!

So coming home for this break was very needed!

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ayeforscotland · 10 months ago

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Fuck sake. Body shop closing almost half their stores with massive job loss.

This absolutely isn’t sustainable. Job losses left, right and centre will lead to defaults on mortgages and unable to pay utilities.

The British economy is in absolute free fall.

#ayeforscotland #british politics #uk politics

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artyandink · 7 months ago

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Day Old Frosties Club

Welcome to the Day Old Frosties Club! Join CJ and his childhood friend through a world of losing love then finding it, immaturity in the right and wrong ways, jealousy, and all human emotions. The centre of it all? A wacky shake shop, a redheaded milkshake barista, CJ’s Uncle Bill, Grams, Jen (we don’t talk about her anymore) and most of all… you. The woman of CJ’s dreams. He just didn’t know it until now.

Chairwoman: You

Loving, Loyal Secretary: CJ Braxton

Possible Members: Bill Braxton and Bella Marie Riley

(P.S - this is in order of when it happens!)

* = 18+ themes

** = smut i like me better* - Just two childhood best friends, going to ESU together after they transferred from Boston Bay. They’re there to have fun, lose sleep and write essays. But there’s a massive small problem. CJ’s struggling with his breakup, she’s struggling with helping him and they’re both grappling with the possibility of them being something more.

tête-à-tete** - Not everyone at ESU got the gift of maturity. So when you hear a couple of comments about your appearance and weight in a conversation between some girls, you can’t help but think that you need to make yourself worthy of CJ. However, your knight in shining armour is always ready to rescue you from that deep end.

dreamy poker faces** - CJ’s trying to keep a big secret from you. And Bella, and Uncle Bill, and CJ’s mom, your mom, your dads are in their own dreamland, and you’re confused. It’s Christmas holidays, spirits are high, and yet everyone’s poker faces seem to be on. While CJ’s keeps slipping. He can’t hide the secret much longer, can he? (COMING UP!)

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year ago

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A Possessive Display Part 2

This took me ages and ages, but I have to go where my muse takes me.

Part 1

Contains: Smut, Dom Simon/sub reader, oral sex (f receiving) fingering, P in V, aftercare.

1.1K words

Simon works through his feelings

You made your way to the bedroom with locked lips, pealing each other clothes off as you went until you were falling on your back onto the bed naked as Simon climbed on top of you. He ran his hand from your hip to your face before he took your chin between his fingers. "Eyes on me or this stops."

You smiled softly and lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your thumb. "Ok then Lieutenant."

He nipped your thumb and grinned. "Now you're really in for it."

It was hard to hold back a laugh as the room swelled with the effervesce of long-held affection, the tone of dominance Simon was trying to set ushered away and leaving lightness in its place. "Oh, I'm terrified."

He slotted himself between your legs and kissed you as he ground his stiff cock into your slit, swallowing your gasps like a man eating his last meal. When he pulled away, the warm brown of his eyes was consumed by the inky black of his pupils.

"Do you like to make things hard for me?" He kissed you again before you could use his words against him, but you rolled your hips upwards nevertheless as his lips left yours so he could kiss his way down your neck. "My statement still stands, Lovely. You better not close those pretty eyes of yours, I want to see them watching me."

His lips brushed your hip as he waited for your answer. "Of course, my love, anything you want."

You twisted around to push up the pillows so you could watch him comfortably as he slowed moved to your centre, and he ran his hands from your hips to your legs as he lifted them over his shoulders. The angle was a little strange, and he smirked up his eyes, drifting upwards as he started running his fingertips from the inside of your knee, up your inner thigh, and right to your mound. "I want to put a mirror up there."

"Ok, darlin. We can go mirror shopping tomorrow." His lips retraced the path of his fingers until he was spreading you open with his thumbs.

He licked his lips like a hungry wolf, then licked you from entrance to clit before wrapping his lips around you. The sight was obscene, the lust in Simon's eye burning holes into your flesh as he touched you. He was so aggressively attentive to your needs that there was no reason to correct his technique, and part of you cursed that his keen observation skills meant he could play you like a delicate piano.

You felt his calloused index finger circle your entrance and watched as the firm muscles of his arm coil as he slid two fingers inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth lifted off you as his fingers stilled halfway in. "Love, eyes on me please."

You took a breath and met his eyes, and he returned to touching you like nothing had happened, his rough fingertips brushing your G-spot as he worked you closer to the edge. You understood why he wanted this; the proof that he was enjoying himself just as much as you were was almost painfully arousing, and the only thing you could do was give in and watch.

He scissored his fingers open and moaned as you responded with a clench. His thumb replaced his mouth, and he watched with ardent attention as you came around his fingers. He looked close to drooling, his lower lip nipped between his teeth as he worked you through the last of it.

He pulled back and wiped his face with a sweep of his massive hand before kissing his way up your body to your lips. He lifted your legs over his waist and settled between your legs as he grabbed his cock and notched it at your entrance. His thumb and forefinger were back holding your chin, and he held your gaze as he slowly slid inside you.

The drag meant you felt every inch of him, all the way, until his tip nudged your cervix, and he came to a stop. "You good, Lovie?"

"Yes. Move please." He smiled and rocked his hips, his eyes on yours the whole time as he shifted his weight into his elbow so he could press his chest to yours. His free hand left your face, and he slid it down your body, watching your expression change as his fingers found your clit. His pace was slow at first, ramping up steadily until he had hit his stride.

You were once again fighting to keep your eyes open, and mercifully, he kissed you as he shifted the angle on his hips so he could brush your G-spot with every stroke. You rocked your hips to meet his movements, and he moved his lips from yours to your neck to take your flesh between his teeth so he could worry a mark into your skin.

He pulled away, his face filled with intensity as he spoke. "You're mine, and the next fucker that looks at your sideways is getting his ass beat. Understand?" You knew that tone, it was the same one he used when he berated your boss for removing security from the parking lot. It wasn't jealous; it was protective, like a wild animal guarding his mate.

You nodded, suddenly painfully desperate to feel his lips on yours again and once again, he read you like an open book because he was taking you in a kiss as his fingers sped up on your clit. He kissed you like he was trying to consume you, and you sunk your teeth into his lower lip as you came around him.

His hips stuttered, and his pace faulted, and you felt him pulse inside you as he collapsed on top of you. You took a moment to collect your breath, wrapping your arms around his body to hold him to you. His lips found your skin again, and he pressed kisses across your face, first your cheeks, then your forehead, over each eye and finally the tip of your nose.

He rolled off you but took you with him into his arms, smiling as he pulled you into his chest. "You doing good Love?"

"I'm great." He rubbed his hand up and down your back until your breath slowed before getting up to get a cloth to clean you up. He had a gentle smile on his face the whole time, clearly enjoying the act of taking care of you. When he was satisfied he crawled back into bed and took your back into his arms, burying his nose in your sweat damp hair and taking a breath. "I love you y/n."

You sighed as sleepiness finally came over you. "I love you too." You nestled yourself into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you as you drifted off to sleep; the last thing floating into your consciousness was the warmth of Simon's body around yours.

Fin

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