#millie writes

[soldiersgirl]

THE NURSE WILL SEE YOU NOW.ᐟ

summary ⭑ soldier boy was wounded, his heart broken that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get on your good side. luckily, the nurse had time to bandage him up and remind him who he really was. (part one / part two.) cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (MDNI). porn with some plot. corny porn names. mean soldier boy. nurse x wounded soldier dynamic. swearing. manipulation. arguing. insults. mentions of drug-taking, smoking and drinking. kissing. gaslighting. fake injuries. light slapping. degradation. praise. dirty talk. begging. tit job. choking. oral (fem & m receiving). fingering. protected p in v (safe sex work is important). overstimulation. riding. missionary. name calling (doll, dollface, angel, baby, princess, sweetheart, bitch, whore). word count 5,781 words

soldier boy didn't let up. like any good soldier, he never gave up; he persevered. anything to see you just once more. to feel you, taste you. his dislike for you had been overtaken by his need to be liked by you. all women fell at his feet, adored the ground he walked upon in his maroon supe-boots with his heavy shield resting on his back; like an old friend resting a comforting hand on him. he invited the familiarity of his most trusted companion that soothed him in his times of emotional turmoil that ripped through him and manifested in throwing tantrums in vought board rooms and tearing down the ego's of the board members, who believed they could control him. no matter how much they tried to convince him that his numbers were fine and he didn't have to film with you again, he wouldn't listen. he needed to film with you again.

but you didn't share the need. not at all. vought interns constantly called you, knocked on your door and, almost, harassed your manager. she begged you to finally listen to them seeing as "hearing them out won't cost you a dime.", only making you roll your eyes and reluctantly agree. you finally sat down with them and agreed to one final film together, but only if you finally got some of that creative authority you so craved. you got to pick the set, the dynamic, the costumes. when news returned to you that soldier boy agreed to your conditions, you couldn't believe it. captain control let you decide something? the power was finally in your hands and you knew exactly what you had to do.

after a few days of planning and coordinating with vought, the set had been made, the costumes had been tried on and fitted and the script, that had just come off the printing press, was a warm comfort in your hands. your body surged with excitement. soldier boy had been kept in the dark, as part of your agreement to this last film, and his face gave it all away when he stepped onto your intricately planned set.

an old infirmary tent had been pitched up in one of vought's studios, the classic red cross splashed across the outside, and the entrance flap buckled open to reveal the infirmary beds that soldier boy recognises immediately, during his pr stunts– no, sorry, during his service to his country. the country that he, supposedly, had fought for during countless wars, battles, and conflicts. his eyebrow twitched and his skin prickled as he strode into the middle of the tent and felt nausea hit him like a wave. you were mocking him. this was all one big joke to you. he now understood why he wasn't allowed to know one single detail, because if he had known it would've been this? this would've never happened. over his own dead body. the familiar bustle and clangs of a med-cart rush past him, stuffed with gauzes, band-aids and fake needles as the other interns set up an IV with a fake-saline drip next to the only bed with pink bed-sheets and a vase of matching pink flowers on the bedside table. he scoffs to himself. this simply has to be a fucking joke. the board members can't have approved this, this would make him a laughing stock. but... they had. soldier boy's words ring in his own head.

"i want this to happen, no matter the fuckin' cost. so don't come to me with ur pathetic what ifs and buts. make it happen or somebody's gettin' thrown through a fuckin' window." followed by their pathetic nods and almost silent "yes sir"'s.

soldier boy had just never expected that you would take it this low, make a mockery of him; america's #1. most beloved supe of his time. he wasn't going to stand for this. he straightens his shoulders, lifts his head and prepares himself to confront you, give you a piece of his unstable mind. until his eyes fall upon you, in a baby-pink scrub dress that clung onto your body and that lace that hugged your waist, like he wishes he could, whilst you chatted with the set crew to make sure the last things were in order. you had planned this to make him feel more comfortable, more at home. you, of course, believed the lies that vought had spoon-fed the public over the years about soldier boy's bravery and heroism. sure, he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, but a national hero nonetheless and you wanted your last movie to reflect that. but this idea had clearly fallen up deaf ears, and eyes, as he stood in front of you, seething. the anger and embarrassment seeping out of every pore. you gently greet him with a soft smile and rest your hand on his bicep, unable to fully read him, misunderstanding his reluctance for reminiscing.

"does it look real? i tried replicate what they had during world war two, i know you served during it." you gaze around the set with an appreciative smile. you could admit that even though you knew you two would never see eye to eye, he had helped your career and you wanted to recognise what you both had done for each other. you were only met with a deep sneer and furrowed brow followed by a short scoff as he brushed off your hand. "i watched some of your movies for inspiration, wanted it to be accurate. even watched red thunder, your newest one. i don't usually like war movies, but i was impressed." you hesitantly admitted as you glanced up at him, waiting for his usual smirk to grace his face, but your expectations fall short. his jaw was tense and his crow's eyes deepened as he squinted and gazed upon the set with disdain.

"hm." not the answer you were expecting.

"is something wrong? it– it can be changed." you warily glance around, not noticing anything out of place. you had studied and researched, wanting to pay homage to soldier boy's career. you had concluded that being on his good side paid off better than being on his warpath, so you made an effort to minimise your snide remarks. even though they slipped off your tongue with ease. "you don't like your surprise?" your voice uncharacteristically falters, getting caught in your throat.

"let's just get this over with, yeah? then i don't gotta see your mug again." sighing, he brushes past you, towards make-up and costume to have his suit polished and hair touched-up. you flinch at his words and waste no time stomping after him, mirroring his sneer.

"what is up your ass this morning, huh? i did this for you! to make you feel comfortable, happy." you reach up and try your best to shove his broad shoulder. he doesn't even give you the satisfaction of reacting before settling in the make-up chair and winking at the artists before they get him ready. you grind your teeth, staring at him in disbelief before turning around, preparing to walk away but his words make you freeze.

"no one fuckin' asked you to, yeah? do me a favour, dollface, and drop the fuckin' act. i see what you're doing, alright? i see it all." he says with such ease, fully believing each of his own words. you whip back around, push aside the make-up artist and look him directly in emerald eyes. he seizes up for a second, enough for you to notice, before he regains his bravado persona and stares back into yours.

"i don't know what kind of messed up coke you snorted this morning, but not everyone is out to get you all the time. i did this as a thanks, to you, you world-class asshole." you hiss as you lean in, your lips inches away from his. his eyes can't help but flicker between and you have to suppress your want to smirk. "so put on your shitty little helmet, read the script, memorise it and deal with it. in..." you glance over at the wall clock. " two hours, we'll never have to see each other again. alright?" you reach for one of the script copies and messily shove it onto his lap before storming away without another word. you had never met a man as complicated as him, as changing and impulsive. as dangerous. but that's not what scared you. what truly scared you was the way your heart clenched at his disappointment.

"hey...! hey!" he called after you but all you could hear was your rapid heartbeat and the hushed giggles of the make-up artists before soldier boy impatiently snaps his finger and they continue getting him ready. he flicked through the script, his eyes dancing over the page but nothing stuck. all he could focus on was the harsh wringing of his hands, the ferocity of which you spoke with, your adamant tone of voice. for once, he could admit, that he might've fucked up.

he sat motionless as the make-up artists dabbed on deep purples and burgundy splotches to imitate a black eye and bruises across his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. it had been years, decades, since he had seen himself battered. not since his boarding school days. for a second, he saw the young, terrified ben looking back at him in the studio mirror. his wild, wide eyes, his breath ragged and lust for violence ignited. a feeling of guilt spread through him, like a timid wave on a quiet beach, as he got up and slotted on his trusted helmet and nodded to himself in the mirror. he was america's #1 and it was time to fucking act like it.

to your surprise, as you stepped back onto set, after taking some time to curse soldier boy under your breath and stress-smoke a cigarette in peace, you find him sitting on the pink infirmary bed like a docile lamb. his features softened, his full costume on and the script resting in his large hands as his eyes scanned the pages, whilst he muttered and nodded to himself. his fingers ran over his trimmed pornstache, smoothing it over before resting his palm against his stubbled chin, his fingers grazing his cheeks as he continued to read. even though he looked calm, you knew better than to assume and approached him slowly, letting out a small sigh before sitting down next to him on the bed. beneath his worn helmet and bloody makeup, he offered you a soft smile, putting the script aside and resting his herculean hand on your bare thigh. you freeze, not because his touch was unwanted but because it was unexpectedly soft, caring. unlike him.

"the set is really good, feels like i'm almost back there. except for, of course," he laughs before leaning back, laying down and resting his arms behind his head. "the girly bed-sheets and a nurse as fuckin' breath-taking as yerself." there it was, his signature smirk. you couldn't decide if you hated or loved it, so you play indifferent and shake your head at his compliment attempt.

"i'm still mad at you." you glance back at him, a smile toying on your lips. "actually wanted to be nice to you, seeing as it's our last." you click your heels against the floor and look out over at the crew placing the cameras and testing the sound. "you got another stupid porn name ready?" a sigh from you and a chuckle from him.

"who would i be if i didn't, sweetheart?" his voice gruff as he rises up to his full height, reaches over for the patient chart and scribbles a name on top with the pen that follows. the set crew had really thought of it all. he slots it back into place at the end of the bed and gives you a wink. "gotta keep it exciting, eh? the script takes away all the fun." he slides back down next to you and stretches out on the bed, getting himself comfortable for the first scene.

"i've only ever done scripts. so everyone knows what's gonna happen and no sudden surprises." you raise an eyebrow, whilst a loud laugh escapes soldier boy as he throws his head back.

"you certainly haven't fucking complained, no matter what i've done." he states and he's got you stumped. you try to think of a retort, a comeback, but you fall short.

"just... shut up and lay down." you give his knee a light slap, he reaches forward and grabs your hand. a soft, fluttering kiss is placed against your knuckles as his deep, emerald eyes under his thick lashes draw you in. you should've told vought to go fuck themselves when you had the chance, because as your heart pounded like a war drum, you knew it was too late. he called to you, like the merciless sea to a captain and you wanted to drown in his waves.

"ACTION!"

some interns were dressed in era-appropriate nurse uniforms—opal blue dresses, crisp white pinafores, and matching caps—as they bustled around the infirmary, tending to fellow interns costumed as wounded soldiers. the camera slowly zoomed in and panned until it landed on soldier boy. the other interns file away, leaving only soldier boy and you, waiting on the side for your cue. he lies and looks longingly around the tent in his supe-suit and scratched up-helmet, sporting his bruises and groaning in agony. clutching his sides, chest heaving, teeth barred in pain until he hears the familiar clicks of your platform heels across the set, stopping in front of him. the metallic clink of the patient chart, a loud click of the pen and a small sigh from you as you read the name he had messily scribbled earlier.

"corporal punishment?" your eyes catch his and you can see him struggling to keep his face scrunched in pain, a smile fighting its way forward. he coughs to stifle a laugh before nodding and throwing his head back onto the baby-pink pillow with a groan.

"yes ma'am, that's me." he groans louder. "corporal punishment from battalion 69." he weakly raises his hand and salutes before clutching his sides again with a dramatic flair. you slide the patient chart into place and kneel down next to his bed with a sheer lock of concern for the brave soldier. you run a comforting hand across his cheek, cradling it and caressing.

"you're so brave." you gush over him "thank you for your service, corporal punishment. without you, i wouldn't be here to help you and the rest of your battalion."

"no need to thank me, young miss. just doing my duty, like you, for the greatest country on earth." his large hand swallows yours as he holds it against his beating heart.

"now... let me patch you up, corporal. can't have a man as important as you just laying here." you ran your hands over his defined chest as you stand up, feeling his rugged supe-suit under your fingertips, slowly tugging away at it. as each piece was either buttoned down or zipped open, your fingers danced across his flushed skin. his groans of pain become groans of growing arousal, his impatience growing like a tide rushing in. you unwrap your pastel-pink stethoscope, lean over him and rest it on his sculpted pec. you listen intently as his heartbeat quickens, shamelessly ogling your chest in your barely zipped up scrub. with just a simple tug of the zip, your breasts could be his and it took soldier boy everything to restrain himself. he had been thinking about these moments for months, dreaming about it, stroking himself senseless to it.

"your heart rate is rather high... too high." you mutter as you reach over and scan the patient chart. "that hasn't been an issue before, hm." you drop it onto the bedside table and gaze over soldier boy, his deep-green suit a contrast to the pink hues surrounding him. greed against innocence. "i'm going to have to check your temperature, corporal... may i?" your hands rest on either side of his helmet.

"you may do whatever you need, miss. i'm in your, i assume, more than capable hands." he gives you a wink followed by a reassuring nod, feigning flinching and hissing as you expertly unbuckle his helmet and lay it to the side. you draw in a breath and fake stumble as your eyes rest on his fake wounds and bruises. tutting as your fingers barely even graze the cuts and shadowed patches. the deep purples, burgundy reds and blossoming yellows compliment his freckled, rosy cheeks and honey-skin.

"oh, you poor, poor man. what did they do to you?" a quiet sigh escapes you, filled with unspoken sympathy.

"ha!" a loud guffaw followed by a wince and sharp inhale. "you should see the other guy!" you roll your eyes before leaning back in, closer this time, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a thermometer.

"now, be a good soldier and open your mouth." and like a good soldier does, he opens his mouth without complaint and wraps his plush lips around the metal tip. "such a good boy." you purr as he gazes up at you, whilst you read the thermometer and rest your other hand against his forehead, tapping your feet with impatience. "oh dear... it's worse than it looks, corporal punishment. increased heart-rate and high temperature, you're going to need some serious treatment." you tut and shake your head. "luckily for you, you got the best damn nurse in this tent and my patients always leave satisfied."

"yeah, i bet they fucking do, sweetheart." a low murmur and eyes filled with hope. you lean in and ghost your lips over his, teasing. a hushed growl and barred teeth, he was ready to pounce and devour but you were keeping him on a tight leash.

"are you ready for your treatment, corporal punishment?" your eyes roam his face, enjoying having the control for once. but a caged animal, never stays caged for long.

"more than fuckin' ready, sweetheart. gonna finally show me what those fuckin' hands can do, aren't ya?" with each passing second, his chest heaves and hands start to twitch. a white hue passes over his knuckles as he clutches the sheet in a desperate attempt to keep himself contained.

"i know your country needs you, but i need you more, corporal." you purr as your hands scrape down his chest followed by a suppressed growl as your hands finally come down to rest on his ignored bulge, threatening to explode through its confines at any second. you coo as your run your hands over it, squeezing and tugging on his clothed, tortured cock with a devious smile. you take your time undoing on his belt, pulling down his zipper and pushing the pants to the side just enough to reveal his precum-stained underwear and his constrained cock. you hum with appreciation as you drag your nails over the member, feeling it twitch under your touch as he writhes and moans in desperation.

"are all nurses such fuckin' cock-teases?" he groans as he barely lifts his head and meets your teasing smile with an unimpressed grin.

"all soldiers so impatient?" you retort as you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his clothed tip followed by a strong lick, your tongue dragging over his "VOUGHT" boxers with a smile. a hushed "fuck" falls past soldier boy's slick lips, his tongue constantly darting out to wet them as his shallow breathing deepens. your fingers dip beneath his boxers and tug them down to the top of his thighs as you both sigh. you in anticipation and him with relief as his cock is finally freed, silently begging for attention as pre-cum smeared the tip and the veins bulged. he uses one hand to slowly jerk himself off, using the other to switch positions so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, as you kneel next to him, watching his every move with your wide eyes.

"now, help the brave soldier feel better and show me what those hands and lips can do, hm?" he softly pats your head before running his hands carefully through your hair and resting on the nape of your neck, tugging you closer to him with a soft smile as he pushes his tip against your waiting lips. tapping one, two, three times, as if asking for entrance and you stuck out your tongue, inviting him in to the warmth of your mouth. he drags his tip over your tongue, coating your tongue with his essence. a repressed groan travels from deep within soldier boy as your tongue licks a trail over and under his tip before sucking on the blushing-pink end. your hands take over his slow jerking motion as your tongue runs over every divot and fold, eliciting hisses from him as he watches you in awe. his mouth agape and his stare greedy, your lips swollen and breath shallow. you lick and kiss your way from the base to the tip before fully enveloping his bulging member. drool runs down the side of your mouth, coating his cock as you take him deeper. one hand plays with his balls, massaging and tugging on them as the other follows the rhythm of your mouth. "cock-hungry lil' nurse, aren't ya? bet you suck all the soldiers like this, huh?" he mutters as he condescendingly pats your head as your nose rests on his base, his hairs tickling your nose. you come back up and gasp for air, continuing your slow strokes as you stared back at him.

"nuh-uh, only the bravest like you, corporal." you shake your head and speak against his tip before giving him another kitten lick. you push his chest back and down and he immediately gets the message. he reaches up and rests his arms behind his head as he becomes consumed in sensation of you. your talented tongue, soft hands, garbled whimpers. with each stroke of your hand and suckle of your plush lips, he can't help but thank god and release strangled moans. hips bucked and eyes screwed shut; this was paradise, he was sure of it. the sound of a zipper brought him back to reality. he lifts his heavy head and squints before a whispered "fuck, doll...". you had pulled your tits and nestled his saliva-covered cock between them, almost like they were made for one another. you silently watched each other as you pushed your breasts together and effortlessly glided them and down the sides of his cock. a lazy smirk grew as he rested himself on the back of his elbows, enjoying the show you were putting on for him.

you slowed down, you quickened your pace. you knew exactly how to tease and torment, leaving him torn between gratitude and frustration. leaning forward with teeth gritted and impulses taking over, he reaches out and cups your breasts with the care reserved for fine china. your strokes slow as he starts to buck his hips, taking over and giving you a moment to regain your breath. his cock slid between your breasts with ease, his ridges and veins hugged by the warmth of your tits. he pulled and tugged on your nipples as you threw your head back and hissed.

"these tits were made for me, look at them. fuck, lookin' so good wrapped around my cock like this." he wets his thumb and rubs it over your erect bud, you twitch and whine in response. "bet you're doing to get touched, doll. wanna get fucked by a real soldier? a real man? gonna show you how you deserve to get railed, baby." almost cooing, his condescending tone causing shivers down your spin. his hands fall from your chest and cups your jaw, his thumb softly caressing as he guides you to sit next to him. "tell me how badly you wanna get fucked, baby." he whispers against your lips before placing them against his. the kisses slow and languid, words harsh and dominant. you bit his lip, dragging your teeth across his pillowy bottom lip as his eyes fluttered. he rarely gets to feel pain, but he welcomes it with open arms if you're the one causing it.

"i'm dying for it." a high whine. "i've been working so hard and no one takes care of me." hungry kissing, tongues fighting for dominance. "please, corporal. help me, i'm so soaked." soldier boy shoves you onto your back and yanks your legs up onto the bed, pushing up your scrubs.

"no underwear while you're workin'?" he mutters as he lowers himself, eye-level with your glistening cunt; the folds puffy and clit engorged. a low chuckle followed by a loud gasp as he licked up between your folds, his tongue delving in and enjoying the familiarity of your thighs resting against his stubbled cheeks. "filthy fuckin' nurse. dirty bitch." each degradation followed by a swift kiss on your bundle of nerves. a glob of spit lands on your pussy before he feverishly devours you, humming and groaning against your folds. he slaps your pussy in quick successions, dripping more spit down and sliding his fingertips over your tortured clit. your one leg falters and falls off the bed, exposing you more to him and the camera behind him, as he feasts on you. dining on each whimper and plea he can pull from you.

"corpor- please, oh fuck!" one finger pushes past your entrance and a second swiftly follows, curving and hitting your cervix. teetering on the edge, tears build and pleas grow louder. "oh my god, please, i can't, i can't, no–!" you hands tangle in his chestnut locks, trying to pry him away from you, but your strength was no match to his.

"fuckin' take it. c'mon, doll, you can do it. cum for me, on my fuckin' tongue. give it to me, can take it. please." he breathes out against your folds, his tongue circling and fingers thrusting at an inhumane pace. the added and unexpected "please" is what tips you over, his ounce of humanity pulling your building orgasm out of you. "that's it, that's fucking it. such a good fuckin' girl, ain't ya? huh?" he grins, giving you one final, harsh suck on your clit as you cream all over his fingers. but he was nowhere near done, he was a man on a mission. he raises up, pushing your back further into the white metallic barriers of the bed, resting his damp forehead against yours. his slick moustache brushing against your top lip as his fingers sped in and out of you. strangled gasps and "i can't"'s roll off your tongue like a mantra and all you're met with is a gruff "you can do it and you will". his lips, hungry and wild on yours, swallowing your protests as he pulls out his fingers, slaps them against your suffering clit, rubbing his palm over it and stuffing them back in with a grunt.

"c'mon, baby, show me how good i make you feel. show me, please, i know you can." his words and actions a complete dichotomy to one another and you fall victim to his wishes as another wave of pleasure crescendoes and crashes over you. a plethora of "oh my god"'s and "fuck"'s are groaned against soldier boy's lips, which a curled in a devilish smirk as you slowly come down from your high. your drowsy eyes paired with a lazy smile cause him to stifle another laugh, but you quickly recover. pushing soldier boy back, his head hitting the plush, pink pillow with a soft thud as you clamber over him and reach for the nightstand. you shuffle around for a second, pulling out a condom and, with practised hands, rolling it down his stiff member. you hike your scrubs that rested around your waist as you positioned yourself over him and with hands resting on his broad shoulders, you carefully sink down onto him. despite his best efforts, you hissed in pain as you struggled to accommodate his size, which was an issue every time. you took a second to breathe as you reached his hilt, soldier boy comfortingly stroking your cheek before you slowly started to rock your hips.

"got me wonderin' what else they're fuckin' teaching in nursing school." soldier boy mumbles as his hands grip and tug on the supple skin of your hips, expertly guiding your pussy so he's hitting all the right angles. in the midst of it all, it feels like just the two of you, alone in the world, exploring each other. his dark eyes keep you hypnotised, unable to look away as his hips meet yours in a steady pace. for a minute, you're able to forget who he is, what he's done. his, albeit fake, bruises, black eye and cut lip were something you knew you'd never see again, but glimpses of his humanity would slip through and it captured you. intrigued you. it hadn't crossed your mind before, but there was more to soldier boy than met the eye. more than his macho, big-dick-swinging, whiskey-drinking and drug-snorting attitude and it honestly surprised you. maybe he had forgotten it, too.

a light slap to your face pulled you out of it all and you were brought right back to reality. a vice grip around your neck held you tight as he fucked himself up into you, hitting your cervix with a precision that made your eyes roll and body go limp. the only sounds in the room were the smacking of skin against skin and your pornographic moans of pleasure and rapture. you held onto his wrist for support as you carelessly bounced on his cock, his eyes centring in on where your damp bodies met as his hair fell and blocks his favourite view. without warning, he lifts you up and places you on the bed before tucking your knees into your chest and sliding back into your warm cunt with a nod of his head.

"this pussy was definitely made for me, princess. suckin' me in like that, so fuckin' greedy. greedy little whore." he degrades into the open as he pushes himself deeper with each calculated thrust of his hips. no matter how much you deny and shake your head, you know the truth. his hidden and tucked away dog tags dangle in front of your blown-out pupils, a clink following each stroke. a whimper following each depraved comment. "they call me corporal punishment for a motherfuckin' reason, angel. so keep those peepers on me or you're gonna fuckin' find out why." but as soon those words left his mouth, his thumb dangerously circled your clit and your eyelids instinctively fluttered. a slight slap and a small yelp. "thought nurses were all good girls who could take a order, but i was wrong, huh?" he chuckles, pinching at your clit as his other hand held your knees tucked and pushing against your ribcage. half-muttered apologies were not acknowledged as with each pinch and push of your bundled nerves, your eyes clenched shut and your cheeks grew sorer.

"sorry, sor–sorry, corporal, please. i'm so, so c–close." you hiccup, your ribcage aching and pussy throbbing by the sheer weight and size of soldier boy dominating you. he untucks your legs and throws your legs over his shoulder, drilling into you at an immeasurable speed, reaching a depth you didn't know was possible.

"cum for me, doll. cum on this cock. your favourite cock, right?" he slows for a second and moans in pleasure at the sight of the cream ring around his cock. your pleasure undeniable and all-consuming. he moves with an urgency, his own pleasure threatening to burst like a dam. "no one's gonna fuck you like this, baby." and although it was just dirty talk, you both knew the reality of the situation. no one else could and no one else would. nails dug into his biceps and his hips faltered as you reached your highs and soldier boy emptied himself into the condom. his muscles loosened and breath ragged as he pushed down your legs and captured your lips in a heated, deep kiss as he lazily rolled his hips before pulling out and sighing. "i think i'm fixed. whad'dya think, nurse?" he hums.

"you seem to be in great health, corporal." you gasp. "i think you can return to service." you push your hair away from your damp forehead before doing the same to him. "satisfied with your treatment?" you breathlessly laugh.

"more than satisfied. over the fucking moon." a cheeky wink and a soft kiss on your knuckles. you wanted to say more, but the yell of "CUT!" interrupted you and you silently gazed over at soldier boy. as routine, he pulled off the condom, tied it off and chucked it into the bin next to the infirmary bed. you were prepared for him to swagger away like each time before, but instead his calloused hands reached out to pull your pink scrubs down over your thighs, pull the sleeves up and over your shoulders before zipping up the dress.

"oh, thanks."

"no problem." he sighs. "this is really it, huh?" he gazes out over the crew and set as they scramble amongst themselves, their voices filling the previously moan-filled room. "i gotta hand it to ya, you're my favourite co-star." he turns to you with a smile. "don't tell countess i said that, a'right? stays between you and me." his usual stern eyes filled with something you couldn't decipher. you silently nodded as you hugged yourself, unsure of what to say or how to say it.

"you're my favourite, too, soldier boy." you settle on. "i–" you start but he cuts off you.

"how about you start callin' me ben? i think we're there now, don't ya?" he chuckles as you only nod. "i gotta get goin'. got board meetings to snore through." he jokes. a sweet peck on your cheeks had your face heating up and before he could take another step, you reach out, against your better judgement, and grab his wrist.

"if you ever want to just... hang, you can call me." you manage to say, your eyes searching his for a sign of anything, of reciprocation.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." and with that, he leaves, a hidden smirk unfurling across his lips. his mission was successful, he had ruined you for anyone else. just like he had always planned.

a/n: wanted to leave this open-ended. the series is done, for now. who knows if we'll ever meet them again but i want to write some other things for a while, but i never say never. hope u loved this <3 it took me FOREVER. LIKES, FEEDBACK & REBLOGS are appreciated, support your creators. ⭑ millie's masterlist ⭑ -`♡´- tag list: @0ccvltism @adoredawn @angelically-yours @barnes70stark @bejeweledinterludes @blossomingorchids @bluemerakis @briiverse @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @deansbeer @deanspookiebear @diawinchester217 @emeraldcrs @faiszt @figthoughts @fitxgrld @frank3nfag @h8aaz @insensiblelimerence @jasvtsc @k-slla @kamisobsessed @lanasgirlfr @legalmente-loca @littlesoulshine @lunaleah @mads-ackles @maneaterarabella @marvelgeeka @missus-ackles @mostlymarvelgirl @nperoconelcositoarriba @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @samslovebug @sl33pylilbunny @soldierboysdoll @sugardean @sunnyteume @sunsettsam @supernaturaldoll @tinas111 @titsout4jackles @vmiina (comment or inbox me to be added/taken off)

[thisismeracing]

Hey, can I pleade request Mick dating a journalism major!reader in uni, (and she has to write a paper about something like 'a thing you find beautiful in everday life' or something like that and she writes about Mick, he reads it and realises she has feelings for him)? Please

P.S.: feel free ignore the part in the brackets

Beautiful things | MS47

⸺ the one where it's no secret you're in love with him, but he finally realizes it. ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

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Mick had a rushed routine as a driver and a famous one. You also had a rushed routine, though you were neither famous nor a driver. Quite the opposite and your friendship surprised a few people because you were a journalism major who just like in the cliches spilled your coffee on him on your first day at the paddock.

One of your college friends who happened to have a rich mom invited you to a weekend in the paddock, and though every catastrophic scenario went through your head you said yes. As it turned out, you did make a fool of yourself, but it earned you a new friend, and just like everyone once told you, nobody is paying that much attention to the point of remembering the comic situation you got pulled into.

You and Mick clicked and had been friends for around two years now. You made it work even with the hectic schedule and the traveling. He would take you with him whenever it was near enough for a quick plane ride and you didn't have classes. That's how it became a thing for him to know about your assignments and help you with them. He would tell you that it was relaxing to read your writing, and then proceed to do it every small free second he got (there were shots of him in the garage with a sandwich in one hand and your laptop in the other).

Coming to think about it, you suppose that maybe that's how you fell for him. Mick was always there for you even when he was on the other side of the world. He would call, and text, and get you small souvenirs. He would help proofread your assignments, and ask about your day. And don't get things wrong, you have tons of friends, but none of them felt like what you had with Mick. None of them slept with their phone by their pillow waiting for you to sleep and waking you up if they heard you having a nightmare. You kept telling yourself that he was just extra friendly. That he was the golden retriever guy everyone talked about, but that didn't mean he loved you. That, though, wasn't enough to convince your heart and you saw yourself slowly and surely fall for him.

That's how you ended up writing about him in your last assignment. One he wasn't supposed to read, but you forgot you shared the online folder with him and that he opened it every weekend to check for new stuff.

There are many beautiful things in everyday life, but some don't seem captivating to us every day. I love the sky, love the way the blue can turn into orange, and somehow get mixed into a light purple. How at night you get to see different glimmers of stars, and travel imagining cloud forms just like when it's daylight. But I don't see the sky as lovely when it's winter and there's no sun or white clouds, just a dark shade of grey. [...] I also find the rush of people in the city captivating, each going on about their lives, taking the subway, strolling with friends, walking the dogs, and buying groceries. Still, there are days when I hate the rush, and I hate how the dogs will stand in the way on the sidewalk, how the subway is full, and how loud a group of strangers can be. [...] But then there are the people. A person. He drives just as effortlessly as he walks. And the days when he walks with me, the dark sky is beautiful, the dogs barking in the way are music to my ears, and the packed subway is full of bursting dreams and hopeful people. I'm one of them. I'm hopeful he'll notice me one day. I'm hopeful he'll love me the way I love him. I'm hopeful he'll see me just as beautiful as I see him. To me, he's the everyday beauty, not because of his sparkly blue eyes, or soft blond hair, but because of who he is. I never get tired of him. I never will because he's this kind of beauty to me.

"Wow," he breathed after finishing your paper just as you were walking into his driver's room.

His big ocean orbs found your frame by the door, and by the way he was looking at you, surprise etched on his face, you knew he read the piece and connected the dots.

"Mick...I-...I'm so sorry- I-" Truth be told, you were on the verge of tears, what was supposed to be a beautiful day started to feel like a nightmare. You thought so many things, thought he would hate you, thought he wouldn't wanna be friends anymore, that he would laugh at you, but he smiled.

He gave you that overwhelmingly gorgeous smile.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, he was in front of you, still smiling, he reached for your cheekbones and connected your foreheads, taking a deep breath - something you weren't able to do because of your nerves.

"Schatzi, you're the most beautiful thing in the world," he whispered, and that small sentence was everything you needed to hear.

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[roosterbruiser]

I think tomorrow I will write the dirtiest nastiest most disgusting despicable Rooster smut. might take me a few days to write it bc I want it to be insanely detailed and worth the wait.

none of you are ready 💜

[milliemakesmagic]

Forgetting the Empty Bed

MILLIE WROTE MORE NICK FORGETTING HIS LOVER ANGST COME GET YOUR DINNER

Wanted angst, stayed up late writing, bon appetit.

Word count: 605 Warnings: Sad. And alluding to intimacy but only if you SQUINT. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56923843

Nick’s yellow eyes traced the cracks in the ceiling. The cricket choir sang outside and he could hear the sounds of other settlers talking and laughing next door. He sighed, content with this moment, but mostly enjoying the company of his lover. Beside him lay the most beautiful woman in the Commonwealth, her body nestled perfectly against his, her hair messy on the pillow.  Nick admired her every day, but during missions and cases, it was hard to take time to truly be enraptured by her.  But as she laid asleep next to him with soft moonlight illuminating her face, he was thankful sleep wasn’t a vital part of his life, because he got to lay there and truly take in her beauty.  He tightened his arm around her, his good hand caressing her bare back.  Nick loved moments like this. Moments that were truly his.  “N-Nick?” Her sleepy voice mumbled.  “Yes, my darling? I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.” She shook her head, moving her body more on top of his. “I’m cold.”  Nick pulled the covers higher and tucked them around her shoulders. “That better?”  “Mhm.” She closed her eyes and immediately was out like a light again.  Nick chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head.  He still didn’t know what he did to deserve her.  The most resilient, compassionate, determined and seemingly fearless woman in Boston was his closest companion. He’d seen sides of her no one else had, except probably her late husband.  People saw her as an undefeated hero whenever she’d come back from taking out a threatening group of raiders. But no one except him saw her crying after the battle, feeling horrible for taking so many lives.  They saw her as a trustworthy and perfect leader, but Nick witnessed her stay up all night, stressed over a decision for the settlement, pouring over the options.  She was this pinnacle of resilience and bravery in their eyes, but they didn’t know her the way Nick did.  Only Nick knew the number of scars across her soft skin, only Nick heard her cry in agony after losing her son, only Nick held her and calmed her down when the nightmares tormented her.  And only Nick held her bare body against his own, knowing the secret that she slept better beside him.  She was perfect. She was human.  And she was the only beloved treasure that was just Wasteland Nick’s.  Cop Nick Valentine had the beautiful and innocent Jenny Lands. 

But this Nick, he had the most amazing woman in the Commonwealth. And she loved him with all of her.

…

……

………..

Nick laid in bed, alone.  The agency was silent.  The room was cold.  And his mind was forgetting her.  “N-Nick?” His memory banks coughed up her voice. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused. What did she say after that? Why did she say his name? What was she asking?  “I…I hope I didn’t wake you? Dammit. Think Nick! Remember her, you useless bastard!”  The image of her sleeping figure beside him faded more each day.  He desperately tried to slow the memory bank reset by laying in bed, clutching her favorite dress for hours and examining pictures of her.  But he could never capture the feeling of her warm body breathing slowly against him.  He’d never have those moments again.  And it cut him harder than anyone ever had.  Everyday he desperately tried to stop his forgetting.  But deep down, a small part of him was thankful that he wouldn’t feel the agony of not having her by his side every night.

[wonnie99]

"Are you even human?"

Jungwon Smut!!!

enemies to lovers,smut

None of this relates to the idols actions in real life and this should not affect him in any way.

Warning:Pinning down ,sloppy kisses,this is a smut so mdni,degrading,quite physically abusive (not that badly) if I missed any lmk.

The girl sat on the boys bed bored,she waited for him to get out of the bathroom.He had been in there for ages and she was sick of waiting while holding in her pee.

She could use her own bathroom if jungwon just fixed it,but the boy said that she would have to pay up and there was no way she was coughing up some money just to get him to fix her bathroom.

She was skint as it was paying to stay in her dorm,as well as college fees.Money was not something she had enough to spare,the boy came out of the bathroom smirking as he saw the girl with crossed legs.She instantly rushed to the bathroom locking the door behind her with and urge to finally do her business.

"What a jerk..." She mumbles under her breath as she washed her hands,today was not the best of days for her.Especially with the three assignments all due in two days.

She stepped out after drying her hands and rushed to her room in her dorm,she hated sharing a dorm with such a cruel person.

But if we turn to jungwon he loved it,seeing how angry she got after she had to wait . He loved to take his time to see how far he could push her,he fed off her annoyance and anger.

He smirked laying down on his bed grabbing him phone,it was only minutes later before the boy was asleep all comfortable under his covers.

Meanwhile the girl was sneaking through his door to make her way to the shower.As soon as she got in the bathroom she sighed locking the door.Within an hour she was fresh and felt so much cleaner after having a nice hot shower.

She walked out of the bathroom in her fresh PJ's happily,but her smile soon dropped when she saw the boy sat at the foot of the bed smirking at her eyeing her as she walked out.

"What th-" she started ,yet he cut her off

"Watch your language,why are you having a shower this late?" he asked ,his eyebrow raising with his smirk still vivid and wide.

"Because why not?"she scoffed annoyed that the boy was watching her every move as she walked towards the door.

A harsh grip on her wrist stopped her while also causing her to whince.

"Yah,Yang Jungwon what is it that you want?Am I not allowed to shower anymore?Huh,do you want me to do it Infront of your eyes!"She shouted angrily pulling her wrist back shocking the boy as he almost fell.

"Well I wouldn't mind that"He chuckled stepping closer,the girl gulped playing it cool as she rolled her eyes.

"Who likes that?Are you even human?"She sneered

But it was obvious she noticed there wasn't much of a distance between the two as he leaned closer,her hands soon met his chest pushing slightly as his breath hit her face.

The boy smirked grabbing both of her wrists pinning them above her head,the girls instant reaction was to kick.

So that's what she did,landing her knee right in the boys stomach causing him to scrunch his face in pain as he let go off her and stumbled back.

"What the fuck!"He shouted clutching his stomach glaring at the girl.

"Watch your language,and you shouldn't have laid hands on me"She said annoyed,she then grabbed at the handle again only for this time to be pulled back harshly and to be literally thrown onto the bed.

Landing on her ass she bounced on the mattress shocked by the boys action,she grabbed a nearby pillow throwing it at him before he tackled her down forcing her hands above her head as he pinned her down again.

The two were both breathing heavily and the distance between the twos faces barely existed at this point.

"Get.Your.Heavy.Ass.Body.Off.Me" The girl said through gritted teeth glaring at the boy as their chests touched causing the boys cheeks to heat up.

"Just stay still you slut"He said shocking the girl.

"I'm not a slut,where the fuck did you get that idea from!"She shouted back as the boy sat up on her basically sitting on her lap as he let go off her wrists allowing her to sit up.

A smirk appeared on his lips as his eyes travelled down the girls body"Well I got it from the fact that you always need to use the bathroom right after I shower.Its such a coincidence or is it just to perv at me"

Bingo,the boy hit the girls weak spot.Heat rose to her cheeks as she got caught,she thought she did a good job at hiding her extremely tiny crush on it but I guess it was maybe a bit obvious.Obvious enough for him to find out.

"I....I....it's not like that"She managed to let out a lie,the boy chuckled leaning closer cupping her cheek.

"Really?So tell me you whore,what is it like?"She knew that the word he called her was bad but it turned her on deeply and she couldn't handle it.

She stayed silent not knowing how to answer or what to answer with.The boy chuckled smashing his lips on hers,the girls eyes widened as she slowly kissed back.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed his whole body against hers deepening the kiss.The boy groaned as his clothed hardened cock pressed against her clothed pussy.

"Fuck ______,I can't take it anymore strip"He ordered her breaking from the kiss.The girl obediently nodded her clothes falling from her body seconds later as she laid down on the bed in only her red laced panties and matching bra.

"You look so pretty for me"He mumbled hovering over her tossing his shirt over his shoulders landing not far from the two.

The girl blushed looking at him with eager eyes,the guy she found attractively annoying was seconds away from fucking her and her body was so hyped.

The boys fingers pushed her panties to the side slipping a finger in slowly pushing it in and out before sticking another in stretching her slightly.

She has had sex before but nothing with like the boy she was always wet for.His fingers pumped in and out of her , she squirmed slightly until she felt pleasure.

Moans spewed from her mouth non-stop as his fingers pumped faster,her breathing increased as well with her chest rising up and down catching the boys eye.

His other hand slid around her waist finding it's way to her back playing with the hook of her bra until her removed it and tossed it to the side, his fingers tugged at her nipples causing her back to arch.

The girl felt her brain become all fuzzy and her legs started to shake slightly against her own control.

"J-jungwon m'close"She moaned out feeling a knot forming in her stomach.The boy placed his palm on her stomach applying pressure as he pumped in and out of her faster.

"F-fuck princess cum on my fingers"He groaned out feeling her pussy clench around her fingers.

She soon reached her high ,her back flopped onto the surface of his bed.The boy took out his fingers smirking as her cum dropped from her pussy.

He shoved his fingers in his mouth moaning as he slurped up all her cum before dipping his head down to her pussy finishing it off.

"Princess,you taste so good!" He moaned licking her pussy before removing his head looking up at the girl with half lidded eyes.

The girl couldn't help but blush and look away shyly,the boy smirked before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Such a good girl"He chuckled darkly kissing her forehead.The girl fuzzy head rested in his neck.

Xx this was because of the votes,I really didn't think that you would choose this one but it's fine.Mwah love U and I would love for any random hard of fluff thoughts to be sent in.

Sorry about the long wait,ily

[6gumi]

“ inexperienced ” my ass !

⋆.˚ NSFW mdni . wc . 884 . multi-fandom men x f!reader 、AGED ! UP CHARACTERS ! 、 cunilingus 、maybe tit play ? ? am not suresies ! 、softies . . hehe 、messiest eaters eva . . x-x — 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑰 : “ eeeek ! here is ‘anotha filler thirstie ( sad face ) am so sorrie i haven’t been able tew get my drafts in ! eeeek hope dis makes up for it . . hehe ( ´ - ` ) ! ”

“i’m not that experienced, baby . . . so don’t expect much.”

. . . such a liar he was. you knew your boyfriend was a liar . . . but you never knew he was this much of a liar! your lashes fluttered, mouth hung open at the feel of his wet tongue along your cunt. he peeled your clothes away, baring your body to him completely. the sight of you, naked and glistening with sweat, left him utterly breathless. he needed to see you writhe beneath him, to hear the sweet music of your passion. your boyfriend’s breath hitched, the temptation was almost too much for him to bear. his calloused hands reached up to take one of your breasts in his grip, giving it a gentle squeeze. a soft moan escaped your throat, your soft flesh filling his grasp. his other hand traveled up your waist, moving around to cup your other breast. his fingers teased your nipple, rubbing in a circle before flicking it lightly.

you could feel his gaze on you . . . his eyes darkened as he whispered against your breast, "let’s get your pussy all nice and wet." leaning forward, his lips planted smooth kisses along your midriff . . . trailing even lower than before. his tongue snaked out, swirling around your clothed pussy. “h—hey . . .” you murmured, the tips of your fingers digging against his scalp. he hiked your skirt up against your waist, revealing your ass to him completely, the lace of your panties was the only barrier between his mouth and the sweet nectar he craved. he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your undergarments . . . sliding the fabric down to your knees. “make sure to use your pretty mouth and tell me when to stop . . kay?” shit, he could feel himself growing hard at just the thought of getting his hands on your luscious body. “because . . i think i’ll be too focused on how much you taste to even stop myself.”

your boyfriend settles to his knees, his cock straining against his pants. he licks his lips, teasing the soft flesh of your pussy before diving in. his tongue darts inside, circling your clit once. twice. he moans, his voice muffled by your cunt. he’s loving every second already, feeling your warmth enveloping his tongue. the larger male slid two fingers inside, his thumb pressing against your bud . . . setting a steady rhythm, working them with skill. he’s tasting nothing but his beloved’s delicious flavor, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “you . . . ah!—said you were inexperienced . .” he gazed up at you, those sweet eyes of yours were going to send him to the moon . . while his were sharp; and serious . . . as if daring you to deny him, to tell him no more, to push him away. but he knows you wouldn’t want him to stop, no . . not one bit. "i am.” “th-then why—mmh! you’re a liar, a big fat liar !”

“mhm . . say whatever you want.“ he purrs, his voice filled with wanton desire and smugness. his wet muscle teased around your wet folds, tracing a path as he ate you out like a starved man . . the way he moved his tongue against you felt good, almost too good for someone who was “inexperienced”. blush covered your entire face . . indicating just how embarrassed you were. the way he licked and sucked at your cunt drove you crazy. your boyfriend gave you a soft hum, feeling your body react to the gentle touch, the muscles in your thighs clenching. “so sensitive," he whispered, his expression a mix of pride and amusement, a hand gently stroking the side of your face. "—yet such a good girl. you’re taking this quite well.” his lips curled up into a devious grin, the sight of his pretty girl being weakened by his ministrations was only fuelling his fire. he revelled in that power, enjoying the ability to make you quiver and squirm. "you still good, baby?" he asked, amused, his hands moving in tandem with his tongue. he hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. just seeing your legs tremble so much . . . he already knew he was doing a good job, he could even feel the wetness coating his face, and he lapped it up hungrily, craving more.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “my darling girl with such a sweet pretty pussy . .” his tone was firm but filled with a promise of more pleasure to come; he wanted you to experience every inch of ecstasy he could give you. your boyfriend’s fingers slipped between your wet folds, desperate to get another reaction from you . . the constant sounds of slurping and sucking filled your ears, it almost felt wrong to listen to how well he was licking you up “such a liar . . . . hng. you were experienced all along!” his grin faltered for a moment as he heard the desperation in your voice, chuckling at your fucked-out expression. “you’ve got it all wrong,” he whispered, his voice rough. “i’m only learning . . . i’ll get better, ‘promise.”

— CHOSO KAMO 、MICHAEL KAISER 、 RENSUKE KUNIGAMI 、reo mikage 、ARGENTI 、kamisato ayato 、MIYA ATSUMU 、SUNA RINTARŌ 、sunday 、RAFAYEL 、YUKICHI FUKUZAWA 、chuuya nakahara 、TAKUMA INO 、wriothesley 、JING YUAN 、 CHIGIRI HYOMA .

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[bukashki]

can't believe I've been ignoring old women yuri potential for a full week, @ninadove thank you for waking me up

poorly cropped endcard ref:

yes i just erased the husbands because I didn't want to see Emil 👍

[vamp-bites]

My Vashwood trans headcanons in diagram form

Millymeryl version

[millyondollarbaby]

Loser Stalker Yandere

(He’s a fucking loser but he’s hot and down bad. And a total virgin.)

You didn’t expect to fuck him.

He’s a little too quiet. A little too intense. The guy who watches you like you invented the color red. Always hovering at the edges of rooms, starving. Your voice makes him flinch. Your body makes him twitch.

You noticed it—how he always seemed to know your schedule before you did. How he’d bump into you too often.

You weren’t supposed to say yes.

But tonight? You were bored.

Curious. Cruel.

You whispered: “Fine. Let’s see if you’re as desperate as you look.”

And now?

You’re between his legs. Back against his chest. Your thighs spread. His hands all over you. His breath is already ragged. You haven’t even touched him.

He’s got one hand sliding between your thighs, the other palming your breast like he doesn’t know whether to squeeze or sob. You feel the tremble in his fingers—the awe, the disbelief.

His thumb finds your clit and he gasps. You’re soaked. For him.

“Oh my god,” he whispers into your neck. “You’re really letting me—fuck—you’re actually—” He cuts off with a choked moan, his lips dragging over your skin, his teeth scraping your shoulder like he wants to bite, but doesn’t dare.

He rubs you with shaky, frantic circles. Clumsy, but desperate. Desperate to please you. To make you cum. To make it count.

“You’re so soft—so warm—so wet, holy fuck—

I’ve thought about this every night since I first saw you. I know your scent. I fucking know the way your heels sound in the hallway—”

You arch your back, lips parting. He moans—like you’re hurting him just by existing.

“You let me touch you… You don’t know what that does to me, Bunny. I’d kill someone if they even looked at this pussy now. You understand that?”

He’s rubbing harder now, his breath catching every time your hips twitch. His other hand slides down to your stomach, pressing you back into his lap so you feel how hard he is.

“You can’t leave after this. I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

You cum hard.

Harder than you meant to. Harder than you should, considering the freak behind you.

Your head falls back on his shoulder.

Your whole body tenses—legs shaking, clit throbbing against his fingers as you grind against his palm. You cry out. And he moans with you. Louder. Needier. Like your orgasm is his.

“Yes. Yes—fuck—thank you. Thank you for letting me. Thank you—thank you—thank you—*”

He’s crying. Literally. Holding you like you’re a fever dream and the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

“I can die now,” he whispers.

“Or I can kill for you. Just say the word.”

[4milly]

cater 2 you - jey u.

parings: sub!jey uso x oc! aliyah (gif credit @81gb)

warnings: sub parings, p in v, oral!male receiving, masturbation, (oc is really just caring for jey), riding, (im so bad at this)

📝: based on the post from rikishi’s interview here. i wanted to get this out before wrestlemania, so after the show i know how to write part 2.

jey was exhausted. he could barely even stand up longer than 15 minutes without the thought of falling asleep trying to over consume him. he wanted nothing more than at least 24 hours of sleep. but he couldn't have that.

not with wrestlemania approaching.

jey wanted it all. he knew he couldn't complain about the load on his plate, when his goal was to eat. he was on the run. while everyone was going home, he was staying out either working out, doing press, or doing extra events. while everyone was getting rest, he was preparing to give it his all. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel himself wearing thin.

today was the one weekend he had off in awhile. 2 whole days. and he looked forward to sleeping them away, before his flight early monday for raw.

pulling up to his home, he couldn't stop the smile that broke onto his face.

aliyah was here.

aliyah was someone that no matter, how much he wanted to ignore the whole damn world...he'd never ignore her. she was the one.

the one who'd fall asleep on the phone with him, listen to his rants about the producers at work, celebrate his wins, cheer him after his losses. she was there. that's all that mattered to him.

jey grabbed his bags from the car and dragged his tired self to the front door. as soon as he turned the key and pushed it open, his senses came alive. the smell hit him first—something seasoned just right with that home-cooked love you can't fake. then the music floated through the air, goldlink's "u say" playing at just the right volume.

"aye yo!" he called out, dropping his bags by the door.

"in here, baby!" aliyah's voice sang back from the kitchen.

jey felt life coming back to his body with each step. when he rounded the corner, there she was—stirring something on the stove, her hips swaying to the music.

he barely made two steps into the kitchen before she ran into his arms. her face lighting up like a toddler on christmas. that's what she did; made him feel like a gift every time she saw him.

"ah! my man, my man, my man is homeeeeee," she sang as she threw her arms around him, her signature sol de janerio pistachio body butter filling up his nose,"i missed you so much."

jey wrapped his arms around his waist, liftin' her up slightly. "missed you more, babygirl."

when he set her down, she looked up at him, reachin' to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "you look beat, baby. seriously."

"i'm aight." he tired to brush it off. but aliyah knew better.

she knew how hard her man had been pushing himself lately. and if he didn't talk about it she damn sure could see it. even hear it. his mama had been calling her lately—she was worried he'd drive himself to be a zombie. he was always so tired every time they spoke. but tonight, she'd make sure she'd cure it. from friday night to sunday evening, he was hers. she'd repair him.

"you're not. and i know you're not," she told him pressing a small peck to his lips, "this weekend, isn't about wrestlemania, gunther's tall ass, yeet merchandise, your pop's, the producers, or any championship. you are going to relax this weekend. no phone, no game, no nothing. dinner is almost done, and when you're done eating, i'll have a bath for you. you clearly aren't taking care of yourself...so someone else is going to do it."

for the first time in weeks, jey felt the weight lifting. the road, the matches, the pressure—all of it fading away. tonight was about them. and he couldn't imagine nothing better.

jey couldn't help but laugh, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders already. "you know me too well, ma."

"i always do." she winked at him before pushing him towards the kitchen island, "sit. and hand over the device."

jey felt a small hesitation, sensing it, aliyah reached her hand into his pocket snatching it away, "i don't give two fucks about wwe. but i care so much about you. whoever needs to reach you, can either wait or leave a voicemail."

she turned on his dnd, tossed his phone into a drawer, and turned to see him staring at her with his tongue in his cheek. he knew as much as he wanted to shut the wwe out this weekend, it didn't work that way, "i promise if it's important, i'll let you answer. but if it's an interviewer, it's a hell no. now anyways, what'd you wanna drink? i got pot roast smothered in gravy and loaded baked potatoes."

jey's stomach rumbled at the thought of it. he nearly drooled onto the floor, "water." he responded

he knew he'd be paying for it in the gym by eating such a high calorie meal. but right now? that thought was pushed to monday.

the meat glistened under the kitchen lights, tender and falling apart, swimming in rich brown gravy. she added two loaded baked potatoes on the side, cheese melting down their sides, bacon bits and green onions sprinkled on top like confetti. steam rose from the plate, carrying the aroma of herbs and spices that made jey's mouth water uncontrollably.

she grabbed a large ceramic plate—the good ones they only used for special occasions—and began piling it high.

"you ain't gotta do all that," jey said, watching her build his plate. she wasn't his mama after all.

"boy, hush up," aliyah replied, making sure the pot roast was centered perfectly. "when's the last time somebody took care of you proper, sir? not that protein shake bullshit or whatever they feedin' y'all on the road."

aliyah smiled, bringing the plate over and setting it in front of him. But when he reached for the fork, she playfully slapped his hand away.

"nuh-uh. you ain't doin' nothin' tonight but breathin'," she said, picking up the fork herself. she cut a perfect bite of the pot roast, making sure it was soaked in gravy, and lifted it to his lips. "open up."

jey raised an eyebrow, amused. "you finna feed me like I'm a whole baby?"

"you actin' like you don't want it," she teased, moving the fork closer to his mouth. "i see how you lookin' at this food."

"shit, i look at yo ass the same way." he smirked biting his lip.

"i'll feed that to you later too, if you beg."

he laughed, then parted his lips, accepting the bite. the moment the food touched his tongue, he closed his eyes, savoring the explosion of flavors—the tender meat practically dissolving, the rich gravy coating his mouth.

"mmm," he moaned. "girl, you put yo m'fuckin' foot in this."

as she continued feeding him, jey felt himself letting go completely. the intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on him—how she watched his face with each bite, how she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb when gravy threatened to escape.

"damn, you know how to take care of ya man," jey murmured as she scooped up another forkful, this time with a bit of potato mixed with the meat.

aliyah carefully balanced the perfect bite, making sure the sour cream was just right with the bacon bits clinging to the potato. "open," she commanded softly, and he obeyed without hesitation.

"mmm, girl," he groaned, eyes closing again. "you cookin' like you tryna get me fat for wrestlemania."

"please," she laughed, wiping a drop of gravy from his chin. "like anybody could make you fat. i seen how you be in that gym. this right here? this just fuel."

she continued feeding him, alternating between bites of the pot roast and potato, making sure each one was perfect. the ritual was intimate, something neither of them spoke about but both understood deeply. this wasn't just about food—it was about care, about surrender.

"y'know what jimmy told me?" jey said between bites. "said i been lookin' like a zombie walkin' 'round backstage."

"and he's right." she said, loading up another bite. "i ain't never seen nobody work as hard as you. you out there killin' yourself every night for them people."

"baby, i'm so close. i could be the next big thing ever. finally, something i worked hard for on my own, not as "the usos" but just jey uso." he responded, his voice adorned with determination

aliyah knew it too. he was going to be the next wwe champion. it was just a matter of time, before they raised his arms high and announced it, "i know, baby. but remember, you have to take care of you also."

she blew gently on the steaming potato before bringing it to his lips. the cheese stretched in long, gooey strings that she had to twirl around the fork. she'd pause to stroke his cheek or run her fingers through his hair, little touches that made him feel cherished.

"you ain't gotta go through all this trouble, either." he said, though his body language contradicted his words entirely.

"oh please boy, like hell i don't," aliyah said, pointing the fork at him before loading it with another perfect bite. "my man been out there bustin' his ass for months straight. don't tell me what i gotta and don't gotta do. this ain't trouble—this what you deserve."

she dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then offered him a sip of water. the glass was cold, droplets of condensation sliding down the sides. she held it to his lips like it was precious medicine.

"i could get used to this," he murmured after swallowing.

"here, this the champion bite." she giggled picking up the last piece of the roast.

"yo ass crazy, liyah." he chuckled, dropping his lips to take in the last bite.

after the last bite disappeared between his lips, aliyah stood up, running her hand through his hair. "come on, champion," she said, her voice low and sweet as she took his hand.

when they reached the bedroom, the ambiance hit him immediately. Candles flickered on nearly every surface, casting dancing shadows across the walls. the lights were off, but the room glowed with a golden warmth that made everything feel dreamlike.

the air was thick with essential oils and something sweeter—maybe vanilla—creating an atmosphere that immediately began to melt away the tension in his shoulders.

a soft playlist of R&B slow jams hummed from the bluetooth speaker—the one she always played when she wanted to create their own little world.

aliyah's fingers found the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. "arms up," she commanded softly. he complied without hesitation, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head. her hands traced the definition of his chest, lingering over the bruises from his last match.

"baby, these look painful," she whispered, bending to press her lips against a particularly dark mark on his ribs.

she unbuckled his belt next. the metal clinked as she pulled it through the loops. then came the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, sliding them down his powerful thighs.

"come on," she whispered, guiding him toward the bathroom where steam curled into the air from the tub she'd prepared.

the bathroom was transformed—candles lined the edge of the tub, which was filled with water that glistened with bath oils. bubbles floated on the surface, creating patterns that shifted with every tiny movement of the water.

"damn," he breathed. "you went all out."

"boy, get in," she instructed, her voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

the water embraced him like a warm hug as he sank into it, his muscles immediately beginning to thank him. Aliyah knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.

"lean forward," she said, reaching for a loofah. she began to wash his back in slow, deliberate circles, paying special attention to the knots that had formed between his shoulder blades.

"you carrying the whole damn company on these shoulders," she murmured, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot.

jey groaned, half in pain and half in relief. "shit, that feels good, baby."

she worked her way down his body, washing away the grime of travel and the sweat of his grueling schedule. her touch was both clinical and intimate—ensuring every inch of him was clean while making him feel completely worshipped.

her hand slipped beneath the water, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abdomen before moving lower. when she wrapped her hand around him, jey inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the edge of the tub.

"that's it," she murmured, her lips now trailing along his jawline. "just feel. don't think about nothing else."

jey's eyes fluttered closed as she worked him with expert precision, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, when to speed up, when to slow down.

"you work so hard," she murmured, pressing kisses along his jawline, "always giving to everyone else. you deserve to feel good,"

the water splashed as her hand moved in the pace of the music. she made sure to softly tug and squeeze at the mushroomed head when she made it to the top.

jey's breath caught in his throat. "liyah," he groaned, his hips instinctively rising to meet her touch.

aliyah smiled against his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the skin there. his moans grew louder. he could feel his stomach starting clenching.

"ah-ah fuck, liyah." he panted out in a tortured rasp.

her pace quickened. she rubbed her thumb over his tip before sliding back down. her free hand came up to cup his face, turning it toward her so she could capture his earlobe between her teeth. she tugged gently, then soothed the spot with her tongue, all while maintaining the perfect rhythm below the water's surface.

"i love seeing you like this," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "when you're not being jey uso the superstar… just my man."

she reached her free hand into the water, starting to work his dick with both; one twisting and the other working up and down.

"that's it," she whispered, her voice like velvet against his ear. "you work so hard for everyone else. this moment is just for you. just for us."

jey's hips bucked involuntarily as she press, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as his control began to slip. aliyah maintained her rhythm, refusing to let up even as his movements became more desperate.

"i'm right here," she assured him, her lips brushing against the pulse point on his neck. she could feel it racing beneath her kiss. "let everything go. all that pressure, all that weight you've been carrying—just let it go."

his abs tightened, thighs tensing as his release neared. aliyah's free hand came up to cradle his face, turning him toward her so she could look into his eyes. the vulnerability she saw there made her heart clench.

"i love you," she whispered, her gaze locked with his. "cum for me, baby."

that was all it took. with a strangled cry, jey's body went rigid, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. his cum spurting out into the water. some pooling ontop of her fist. a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as his release pulsed through him, his hips lifting slightly out of the water with each wave.

"that's it," she crooned, maintaining her rhythm to guide him through every aftershock. "give it all to me."

liyah continued to work his dick—making sure he released everything pooled inside him. his toes clenched against the porcelain as her hand never stopped tugging at his dick. she wanted her man leave every ounce of stress in the tub.

"shit," jey breathed out, his head falling back against the tub as his body continued to pulse with aftershocks. "that was…fuck, i needed that."

aliyah smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "i could tell. you've been carrying all that tension for weeks." her fingers traced lazy patterns along his chest, dancing through the water droplets clinging to his skin. "how you feeling now?"

"like I hit a damn splash from the top rope," he murmured, his eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "but better. way better."

"you had all that built up in you," she laughed softly, reaching for a towel. "c'mon. this water's getting cold."

jey took her outstretched hand, standing up with water cascading down his powerful frame. aliyah wrapped the plush towel around his shoulders, taking her time to dry every inch of him.

she guided him to the bedroom, the candlelight casting their shadows against the wall in a intimate dance. "Lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

she guided him to the bedroom, "lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

jey complied, stretching out across the king-sized bed, his face nestled in the pillows. aliyah reached for a bottle of warming oil she'd placed on the nightstand, pouring some into her palms and rubbing them together.

"gonna take care of every inch of you tonight," she promised, straddling his lower back. her hands pressed into his shoulders, finding knots of tension that had been building for months.

"fuck! baby," jey groaned as her thumbs worked into a particularly tight spot. "that's—ah!—right there."

her hands worked methodically, moving from his neck and shoulders down his spine.

"that match with gunther really did a number on you," she observed, finding a knot near his left shoulder blade that made him wince.

"worth it though," he mumbled into the pillow. "crowd was electric."

"always thinking about the fans," she said, a smile in her voice as she leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. "that's why they love you."

her fingers worked like magic, identifying every strained muscle, every knot formed from countless matches and long flights. she paid special attention to his lower back, where the bruises from gunther's vicious attacks had left their mark, pressing firmly enough to release the tension but gently enough not to cause more pain.

"breathe into it," she whispered when he tensed beneath a particularly sensitive spot. "that's it, baby."

she poured more oil onto her hands before moving to his legs. she kneaded his calves, working up to his hamstrings, applying firm pressure to his muscles.

"turn over," liyah whispered softly.

jey complied, rolling onto his back with a satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy-lidded, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen in months. aliyah straddled his thighs, her hands gliding over his chest, tracing the definition of his abs, massaging away the remnants of tension she found.

she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "how you feelin', baby?"

"like i died and den went to heaven, girl. damn, you good at this." he murmured against her mouth.

she smiled, trailing kisses along his jawline, down to the pulse point on his neck where she lingered, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath her lips. her kisses continued their journey downward, across his collarbone, to his chest where she paused to give attention to each of his nipples, circling them with her tongue. she sucked the small buds into her mouth with a 'pop' and gave a small bite.

"mmm," jey hummed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.

aliyah's lips traced the ridges of his abs, her tongue dipping into his navel as her hands continued to massage his sides. she could feel goosebumps rising on his skin as she moved lower, her breath warm against his stomach.

"liyah," he breathed, his voice taking on that husky quality she loved so much.

she looked up at him through her lashes as she pressed kisses along the defined v-line of his hips. her hands massaged his thighs, working out knots he didn't even know were there. her touch was both gentle and firm, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to his worn muscles. jey threw his head back, as his dick began to rise.

"damn, ma," he moaned, watching as she pressed soft kisses along his inner thigh.

her lips trailed higher, her breath warm against his skin. the anticipation built in his stomach, coiling like a spring as her mouth moved closer to where he needed her most. her fingertips traced patterns on his hip bones, sending shivers up his spine.

she pressed a kiss to his lower stomach, "let me help you relax,"

they maintained eye contact, as her lips wrapped around him. he felt his legs shake as he took in the feelings of her warm mouth around him. a groan escaped from deep in his chest as his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

she hollowed her cheeks, creating the perfect suction as she bobbed her head up and down his length. her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth. jey groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her take him deeper with each downward motion.

"fuck, baby," he rasped, his abs tensing as she swirled her tongue around his tip before plunging back down.

aliyah moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. she pulled back slightly, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein there before focusing on the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

"goddamn," jey hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking upward.

she took him deeper then, relaxing her throat as she pushed past her comfort zone. her eyes watered as she fought against her gag reflex, determined to take all of him. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as saliva dripped down his length and onto his thighs.

when she finally reached the base, her nose pressed against his pelvis, jey let out a string of curses. she held herself there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around his tip.

"shit, liyah! that feel so damn good." he groaned, his voice strained and desperate.

she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. she barely caught her breath before diving back down, establishing a rhythm that had jey's toes curling. her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting in perfect coordination with her bobbing head.

the slurping sounds grew louder, messier. spit coated his length, making the glide of her lips easier as she picked up speed. she gagged again when he hit the back of her throat, but pushed through it, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him through wet lashes.

"you so fuckin' pretty." jey managed between ragged breaths, wiping away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

aliyah pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. saliva dripped from her chin as she stroked him with both hands, maintaining eye contact. he could feel her swallowing around him, her throat muscles massaging his tip.

she had a goal for tonight. she wanted her man return to work damn near glowing like a lightbulb or a firefly. and cause of her? he was.

his abs clenched tight as he watched her work him. he let out desperate moans along with the sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by her muffled gags and his deep groans.

"fuck! mama—" he started to warn, feeling his abs starting to tighten, "i'm finna—"

jey's vision blurred, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. his thighs trembled as she swallowed around him one final time, her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat working frantically as she fought her gag reflex.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled into his fist, his voice hoarse and desperate as his orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.

his body went rigid as he erupted down her throat. thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth, pulse after pulse. aliyah didn't miss a beat, her eyes watered but remained locked on his, watching as pleasure overtook him completely.

she moaned around him, the vibrations prolonging his pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow until she had drained him completely. jey's fingers tightened in her hair, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. his dick pulsed in her warm mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily as he continued to empty himself, his release seemingly endless after weeks of built-up tension.

only when his body finally went slack did she slowly pull away, licking her lips as she released him with a soft pop. he lay there panting, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran a marathon. his eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. aliyah wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched him come back to earth.

when he finally opened his eyes, he saw her looking up at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes. His lips curved into a lazy, satisfied grin.

"i'll buy yo ass whatever you want doin' all that shit, girl." he panted harshly, his voice still raspy from his intense release.

aliyah laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "oh forreal?" she teased, sitting up and reaching for the hem of her shirt. "i have been wanting my hair and nails done...and a new telfar bag. and a new juicy couture purse...but we'll talk about that later."

she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties. she pushed them down her legs with deliberate slowness. no matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he always lost his mind.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. the heat of her core pressed against his still-sensitive member, coaxing it back to life despite his recent release. jey's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. she leaned down to kiss him deeply. he could taste himself on her tongue, bringing him right back to life.

she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. despite his earlier releases, he was rock hard again, his cock pulsing with need in her hand.

slowly, she began to sink down onto him. her breath hitched as the thick head breached her entrance, stretching her in that delicious way that bordered between pleasure and pain.

jey's hands moved to her hips, but she slapped his hands away, "that't not how this works tonight,"

liyah bit her lip, pausing halfway down his length. she could feel every inch of him, his girth stretching her walls in a way that made her thighs tremble. it had been too long since they'd been together like this. her body needed time to remember him, to accommodate him.

"fuck, liyah!" he hissed, biting down on his lip, "you so fuckin' wet, mama. you feel so damn good."

she took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely, taking him to the hilt. they both moaned as he bottomed out inside her, their bodies finally connecting. she stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch.

"you good?" jey asked, his voice tight with restraint.

jey wasn't... so accustomed to this. he loved the control. he wanted so bad to bite the bullet and snatch it back. he wanted to fuck her; still her movements, and bounce her up and down on his dick till she whined. fuck how exhausted he was.

but the sight of seeing his girl loose herself...her taking such good care of him, he was too inlove to let her. she catered to him.

liyah nodded, leaning forward to press her chest against his. the new angle sent him even deeper, making her gasp. she reached for his hands, guiding them above his head and interlacing their fingers. the position brought their faces close, their breath mingling as they locked eyes.

"i love you," she whispered against his lips, beginning to rock her hips slowly. the movement was subtle—not bouncing up and down, but grinding in circles that kept him deep inside her.

"i know," he whispered back, completely entranced by the sight of her above him, "i love you too."

her hips rolled like waves against the shore. each movement sent him impossibly deeper, his considerable girth stretching her walls until she felt completely filled. the delicious friction had her gasping, her inner muscles clenching around him instinctively.

liyah whimpered as she felt how the thick ridge of his head dragged against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

she released his hands, sitting upright to brace herself against his chest. the new position had him hitting spots that made her thighs tremble, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"just like that," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble that she felt vibrate through his chest. "don't stop, mama."

her movements became more urgent, lifting herself almost completely off his length before sinking back down. the wet sounds of her pussy squelching around him filled the room, punctuated by their synchronized moans. each time she took him to the hilt, she ground her hips in tight circles, ensuring he touched every sensitive spot inside her.

jey's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. he wasn't guiding her movements, just holding on as she rode him with increasing abandon. her breasts bounced with each rise and fall, hypnotizing him.

"look at chu'," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "you so fuckin' perfect. keep fuckin' me."

she leaned forward, changing the angle again so his thick length dragged against her front wall with each movement. the thick ridge from his mushroomed head softly swiping over that spot deep inside her pussy.

liyah's increased, bouncing on him with newfound urgency. the mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall as she chased her release. jey could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his thighs as she worked herself on his length.

"look at me," aliyah commanded, her voice dropping to that sultry tone that always made his dick throb. she grabbed his face, making sure their eyes locked as she continued to roll her hips in that perfect rhythm. "you feel how wet I am for you? feel how my pussy's squeezing you?"

jey's hands tightened on her waist, his eyes heavy-lidded but focused entirely on her. "fuck yeah, I feel it," he groaned, his abs tensing with each of her movements.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "nobody makes me feel this good...you're the champion. you're my champion."

jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her warmth. "shit, liyah—"

"that's it," she encouraged, matching his rhythm. "work with me, baby. i know you're tired but i need you to fuck me too."

her words ignited something primal in him. despite his exhaustion, despite the two orgasms she'd already wrung from him, jey found himself planting his feet on the mattress, using the leverage to thrust up into her. she couldn't help herself from leaking all over his dick and his lap.

"yes!" she cried out, her head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside her. "just like that, baby. right there."

she braced herself against his chest, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she worked herself on his length. her thighs trembled with the effort, but she refused to slow down.

he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises, "damn, you fuckin' me so good. keep squeezin' me, mama."

she leaned down to kiss him, their tongues tangling desperately as their bodies moved in perfect sync. when she pulled back, her eyes were wild with need.

"i'm right there," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "cum with me, baby. please. you earned it. you deserve it."

jey eye's shut tightly as he continued driving his dick upwards into liyah, "look at me," she commanded, "i wanna see you, when you cum."

their gazes locked, creating an intimacy more profound than their physical connection. in her eyes, he saw everything—desire, love, understanding. she saw him not as jey uso the wwe superstar, but simply as her man. vulnerable and open. all for her. only for her.

he felt the first tremors of her orgasm rippling around him, her cunt gripping him like a vise as her orgasm drowned them both. your pussy fluttering around him triggering his very own—he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. he finally came, it was with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his cum into her.

liyah threw her head into the crook of his neck. her chest rising and falling rapidly. matching the beat of his own. she continued to softly roll her hips, clamping down on him softly to ensure everything he stressed over in the last few months, was buried inside her pussy.

she could feel herself loosing her mind as the feeling of her body fell apart on him, the burning feeling in her belly, the tremble of her knees.

it was perfect.

she lifted off him slowly; her swollen cunt releasing him with a pop sound. their essence rapidly spilling out of her and onto his lower abdomen. her pussy pulsing at the fullness of them inside her.

she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with so much love it made his chest ache. her fingers traced the lines of his face, memorizing every feature as if she might forget them during their next separation.

"i'm so proud of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "you know that, right? so damn proud."

jey swallowed hard, suddenly finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. the last few weeks where rough. everytime he opened twitter or instagram, he saw the same thing; comments on his move sets being boring, how he didn't deserve it, he only got the shot because of his dad, how boring the gimmick was.

how he'd only ever be, jey uso. the backup of the uso's.

jey's throat tightened. "what if—" he started, then stopped, the doubt he rarely allowed himself to voice nearly spilling out.

"what if what?" she prompted gently.

"what if I don't win at wrestlemania? all my family, all the fans, hell, you. all coming out there to support me, and i walk away with nothing." the question hung between them, giving voice to the fear that had been haunting him during sleepless nights on the road.

"then you'll get up and try again. that's who you are. that's who you've always been," her thumb brushed across his bottom lip. "but whether you walk out with that belt or not, i'll be right here, just as proud, just as in love with you. yeet."

jey let out a roaring laugh as he shifted to his side, bringing them together. he wrapped his arms around her, as he pressed his lips to hers.

they laid like that for awhile. he heard his phone ring down the hall, remembering liyah tossed it into a drawer. he made no motion to get it. for first time in awhile, the wwe didn't matter. just him and her.

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— 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲/𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 .ᐟ

summary — the people's princess and the people's prince, that's what you were promised. the reality? he was the best worst thing to happen to you, yet.

cw — supe!fem!reader x soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it), spit kink, teasing, corruption kink (kinda), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, name calling (slut, whore, princess, baby, sweetheart, angel), degradation, cursing, edging, riding, drugs, drinking, mentions of manipulation blackmail, mean & soft ben.

word count — 3,844 words

you were laying there, in the haze of the moment, trying to remember a time before him, before all the chaos and turmoil. life had been calm, somewhat boring, but tolerable before being head-hunted by vought. life in a rural, suburban town had its perks; you knew everyone and everyone trusted you despite your... curse, as you called it; "powers" by everyone else.

they weren't super powers, they weren't a gift. it was a curse set upon you; the responsibility too big to bear for only a little girl when they first showed up. the mind reading and mind control. touching your mum's hand in comfort and seeing her whole life flash before your eyes; her thoughts, her wants, her sins. the same with your father.

you hadn't, willingly, let anyone touch you for 20 years, not up until you were thrusted into the spotlight and ben's experienced hands.

he had crushed the bennies with the bottom of his hunting knife on the edge of his bedside table before lining up the fine powder over the valley of your bare breasts. he couldn't coerce you into taking them with him like he wanted, so he had to resort to taking them off you instead. you lay with bated breath as he chuckles to himself before snorting the drug, his nose dragging over your full breasts; his hands cupping them softly to make sure you keep still. unlike last time, when you fucking spilled the powder all over and he had to lick it off of you like a dog, lapping at his water-bowl. you can't help but admire his hardened features as he pinches his nose and rests his head on your breast, feeling the full effect of the drugs.

the freckles that dance over his nose, his moss green eyes and the gentle wrinkles surrounding them, his plush rose lips, that both spit venom and whisper honeyed words.

for as long as you can remember, no one touched your bare skin unless it was arranged and paid for, by your parents. while you were still young and impressionable, they talked you into "using your powers for good". people paid you, or rather your parents, to make you control them, "help" them. help addicts drop their addiction, no matter what it may be. help people work harder, better to get that promotion. help politicians get votes, get laws passed. help people fall in and out of love. no matter what it was, it had a price and many were desperate enough to pay it. it was a vicious, endless cycle but you were seen as a selfless saviour to those in need.

which is exactly why vought wanted you, needed you. some recent controversies and mild scandals had landed payback in hot water with the board members and pr team. allegations of drug use, violent bar fights, bribing, sex. you name it and the members of payback had probably done it. and here you came in, to save their name and reputation.

the crowd cheered as you stumbled onto the stage, the board members sitting front row looking pleased with themselves and payback sneering behind you, their eyes silently warning you; threatening. your hair had been curled and styled to perfection and you had been forced into a, somewhat, modest lilac suit that hugged each curve deliciously; if you asked soldier boy. along with matching gloves to keep you from accidentally reading someone's mind.

it was a fear that you carried with you at all times. with just a brush or graze of your hands against theirs; all their deep, dark secrets spilled and exposed. no matter what or how much you saw, you kept it all tightly locked up and pushed deep down so that it would never spill over the surface. you could barely live with yourself anyway, but it wasn't your place to ruin others lives in return.

"mystara!" the host announced as he slipped his arms around your shoulder and shook you as you forced a smile. "small town girl coming to big town new york! us, at vought, are delighted to announce that she'll be joining your favourite team, paybaaaack!" he pointed back at the vexed members who all plastered on fake smiles, similar to yours. they all waved ceremoniously, arrogantly to the crowd. soldier boy swaggered forward, pushed the host back to replace his arm around your shoulder and grabbed the mic from the host with a smirk.

"we are more than thrilled to have such a beautiful addition to our team. especially as she is my new girlfriend!" he said through gritted teeth. vought had worked hard to ensure that the marketing was in place. pairing you and soldier boy would only increase numbers. the soft-spoken mind-reader with the brutish, rough killer? it was almost too good and too easy. "we can't wait to work with her and make her a valued member of the team. ain't that right, sweetheart?" he turned and your eyes finally met. you could barely manage to keep the eye contact, his eyes demanding your attention as he held the microphone to your quivering lips. all you could hear was crimson countess scoffing behind the pair of you.

"thank you, s-soldier boy. i am so pleased to be here, so excited for this opportunity. i owe this to my parents, stan edgar and most importantly you, b-babe." you stuttered through your PR approved speech. soldier boy planted an unexpected kiss on your cheek before hissing in your ear.

"if you ever use any of your fuckin' tricks on me, i'll destroy your fuckin' pathetic, little life. you got that, sweetheart?" all you could do was stand frozen and just nod. "atta girl." he laughs and gives your ass a small pat.

"if only they could see you now, baby, hmm?" ben sighs as he pepper kisses across your breasts, his tongue poking out and flicking at your hardened nipple, chuckling as you squirm. "not so sweet and innocent as you would have them all believe." he hums as he sucks at one nipple and pinches the other, whilst whimpers fall past your bitten lips. "who knew you could be such a whore? such a sweet, obedient whore for me..." he groans as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses down your heaving chest and tensed stomach.

"you're so mean." you huff in protest, arching your back to feel his lips better against your supple skin.

"shut the fuck up, you love it." he scoffs, swiping his fingers through your folds and admiring the slick that adorns his fingers. "look how fucking wet you are and i've barely even touched you." his eyes sparkle as he brings his fingers to your mouth, inviting you to taste. your defiance isn't appreciated and he roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers against the pad of your tongue. "fuuuck, sweetheart." his voice filled with adoration as you wildly suck and run your tongue over his fingers.

he knew he destroyed everything he touched, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. since he first saw you, he just knew that you were the one for him. underneath your innocent eyes and soft-spoken nature, you were hungry for acceptance; for someone to love you for you and not fear you. a feeling he mirrored and knew all too well.

he pulled back his hand, a string of saliva connecting his digits to your panting mouth. he slightly slaps your clit with his spit-covered fingers, messily running them back and forth over your most sensitive spot, relishing in your pleading.

"ben, ben- please, oh fuck-" you beg, as your hands pull and tug on the cotton sheets beneath you. it only ignites ben's excitement as he roughly spits on your pussy before dragging up pointed tongue up through your folds and settling on your tortured clit. he hungrily devours you as he wraps his toned arms around your thighs and tries, but fails, to keep you still as you feverishly buck your hips against his gifted tongue.

"god, you're so fuckin' needy, aren't you? always fuckin' beggin' and pleading for me." he mumbles against your folds, his tongue still working to pull the first orgasm out of you. "you're just my lil needy princess, aren't you? does my princess want to cum on soldier boy's tongue?" you can only squeeze your eyes shut and nod as your senses are overwhelmed. "look at me." another slap against your pussy. "look. at. me." ben demands. his eyes could burn a whole through yours with the intensity of his gaze as you start to lose control and cum all over his tongue. he loosens his grip on you and let you grind your pussy against his tongue, as he smirks and savours your taste coating his tongue.

ben wastes no time climbing on top of you, smashing his lips onto yours and your tongues intertwining with one another. to your surprise, he pauses to rest his forehead against yours and stroke your cheek.

it took you weeks to settle into your room and role at payback, no one took you seriously but simultaneously they feared you. dodged you when you got too close, afraid of what you would see, of what you would think of them. ironically, you didn't care enough to want to know their secrets and regrets, you could barely carry those you already had tried to forget.

but what you had forgotten is that your life wasn't yours to control. you were nothing but a puppet to the company that had threatened to "send you away" if you didn't comply.

you would pose as a secretary during vought meetings with a wig and all, shaking hands with international elected officials and relaying the information to vought management for extortion and blackmail purposes. influencing presidents, CEOs, and industry moguls to strategically invest in vought and help pass supe-positive laws to allow more human testing and production of compound v. anything to make vought more money.

however, it didn't stop there. the more power-hungry vought got, the more you were pushed around and forced to go against your morals. over the past several weeks, you had been sneaking into the payback member's individual rooms to gain intel and to make them more... complacent to voughts ideas and suggestions. but when it came to soldier boy, you flat-out refused. no matter how much you screamed and shouted at your managers, your worries were pushed aside.

that's how you found yourself sneaking into his room against your own will and better judgement. he looked so vulnerable when he slept, his brows furrowed only slightly and his hair swept beautifully across his hardened features. you're not sure how long you just stood there and just admired him, wanting nothing more than to just reach out and touch...

what you hadn't known that night, was that soldier boy was wide awake. he wasn't surprised; he knew why you were there and what vought was up to. but what surprised him was that you just left, without using your powers on him like he had expected and defying vought.

he thought about you for days until one evening, he thought it was finally time to confront you, to get some fucking answers. it was just after midnight and all the members had gone to bed after some heavy drinking and drug-taking in the payback conference room; everyone except you. you were never invited and never expected and that suited you just fine. you had witnessed how that shit could destroy lives too many times to count and you heeded the warnings. three loud knocks rapped at your door pulling you out of your thoughts. you sat your book down, instinctively pulled on your gloves, padded over barefoot and opened your door.

"s-soldier boy." you gasped. he looked down at you with a sneer, his brows in a deep frown and his soft, unstyled hair falling just in front of his analysing eyes. he simply grunted as he looked you over; no makeup, messy hair, pink pyjama set and your fuckin' gloves. he silently pushed past you and walked into your bedroom, leaving you frozen and confused at your door. you quickly closed the door and turned to the contrasting, intimidating figure in your girly bedroom. like a western stand-off, you both stood and just watched one another, waiting to see who'd break first.

"why?" he barked at you, making you flinch.

"why what, sir?" you asked carefully.

"don't give me that sir bullshit." he snorted. "do you think i'm fucking stupid, huh? why didn't you touch me that night with your freaky-ass powers? i know you're doing it to all the others, by the way. i've seen how you sneak in and out of their rooms, how they're suddenly acting different and think everythin' vought does is just revolutionary. i see you." with each sentence, he makes his way over to you right until he's towering over you. you feel like a wounded animal at the end of a hunter's gun, silently begging for freedom.

"i- i couldn't. i was afraid of what i'll see. afraid of how you would react if you worked it out. afraid of you." you quietly admit, deciding it's better to be truthful and once you started, it was hard to stop.

"but what if i wanted you to see?" he muttered in response.

he had pushed and folded your legs tightly against your chest as he mercilessly pounded his thick cock into you, with one hand wrapped tightly around your dainty throat and the other grabbing your thigh to stabilise himself. the only sounds filling the room were your hushed begging and ben whispering the most foul words into your ear as you came undone under him.

"god, please- ben, im so close, please.." you begged endlessly and breathlessly as his grip on your throat tightens.

"always so fuckin' tight, princess. god, you're so cock-hungry, it just keeps suckin' me in. fuck." he groans as his stubble rubs against your ear. his hips snap ruthlessly against yours, your gummy walls contracting and clamping around him. "d'you wanna come, baby? gonna cum all over my cock, like the slut you are?" as your eyes roll into your head, you somehow manage to nod and let out a weak "yes, please...". his teeth nipped and tugged on your ears before travelling down and leaving sloppy kisses all down your neck before biting down on your shoulder. marking your silky skin and watching with glee as the teeth marks decorate your skin as a reminder of who you belong to.

he pealed himself away to gaze softly down at you and your completely fucked-out state. god, he was convinced that he would never grow tired of this sight, which is why he immediately stopped, leaving you high and dry. tears threaten to form and roll down your reddened cheeks as you stare at him, mouth agape and band right about to snap.

"my sweet angel, i'm not done with you yet." he hums as turns you over onto all fours and slowly starts to thrust again as he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, starting the torturous process all over again.

he had grabbed your wrist and slipped off your glove as you fought and yelled in protest. this is the last thing you wanted. you weren't ready to face the horrors that his psyche hid. but he wanted to give you the full truth so he could pour some out and share the in the guilt you carried, together.

"stop!" you yell out. "no, fuck! don't, plea-" his fingers had intertwined with yours and everything flashed before your eyes like a bomb had gone off behind your eyes.

his abusive father, his distant mother, his trauma-filled boarding school days, injecting the compound v and the pain that followed. all the fake pr stunts; normandy beach, ww2, helping the soldiers. the drugs, the women, the drinking. killing, murders, bodies beaten to a pulp. the desperate need for approval, for acceptance, for something real. like you, his life was no longer his and he feared the worst. the last thing that appeared in front of your eyes was as clear as day: his dirty, unfiltered thoughts of you.

you wrenched your hand from his grip and staggered back, your mind a whirlwind.

"don't ever fucking do that again." your chest heaved with anger. "you don't have the fucking right to do that! no matter who you are!" you snatched back your glove and put it on.

"did you see it all?" he asked calmly. not what you expected.

"i saw everything." you nod.

"... and?"

suddenly, the towering figure in front of you had transformed into the young boy who yearned for love and understanding. he had never wanted to be feared but it was wired into his new dna and he couldn't shake it no matter how much he wanted to. you couldn't help but soften up and almost... pity him.

"and i see you." you repeat his earlier words back to him. he lets out a loud sigh and runs a hand over his rugged face. "i- i had no idea. about everything. i'm sorry." ben scoffs in response.

"i don't need your fucking sympathy. i just needed you to know that..." he hesitated. "i understand and i'm not afraid of you. you shouldn't be afraid of me. i don't want you to be." he edges closer to you, grabbing the tips of your gloves and slowly sliding them off, his eyes never leaving yours. he held your hands in his as if they were porcelain, bringing one up and kissing one of your fingertips to show the depth of his words. "our hands are weapons used against our will. but together, you and me, we can resurrect something beautiful."

"ben." you gasp, all of this unexpected.

"you know i want this. my dirty thoughts of you, they were never mine to keep." he sighed before leaning down, ever so slightly, and brushing his lips against yours. you grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours in a heated clash of tongues and teeth. you knew he was going to wreck you, but you wanted nothing more than to give in and seek comfort in your american psycho.

that's how you ended up here; riding ben like your life depended on it. your tight walls hugging bens cock like your pussy was made for him and his hands fitting perfectly on your hips as he guided you. he swallowed your loud moans as your lips tangled together and your tongues intertwined. his hips bucking up to match your frenzied tempo as you lost yourself in the sensation of being completely filled by him. he threads his finger through your hair and tugs on it, yanking your head back, making you yelp and hiss in pain.

"i love the way you hurt me." you rasp out in between rough thrusts and playful bites across your chest; the harsh purple bruises a contrast to your delicate nature. ben grins against your neck as he reaches around and slaps your ass with a groan.

"god, i have really fucked you up, haven't i? my baby, so fuckin' dirty." he chuckles as he leans back and folds his arms behind his head to watch the show you're putting on for him. "show me how much you fuckin' need me and i might let you come on my cock." you claw at his chest with your lilac nails, that match your supe-suit, as you grind down onto him with full force. the sweat cascading down your back and slick covering ben's thick thighs.

that was a pro and con of being supes; you could fuck for hours, but you could also get fucked for hours without room for a breather. you were sure that ben had fucked you stupid after edging you on for what felt like hours as he rides his bennie-filled high and gets to see how you fall apart under him.

"you know that only good sluts get to come on my cock, don't you?" he laughs as you notice your pace slacking, your body soon couldn't take anymore. he forcefully grabs your jaw; his pupils completely blown leaving only a ring of bright green around them. he taps your lips and you open them with a second thought, something that he programmed into you. he spits into your mouth and watches adoringly as you roll it around in your mouth before swallowing it and resuming your previous frenzied pace. his rough hands grab your hips, squeezing your supple skin as he fucks his cock deeper into you. within seconds, you're finally coming all over him as you curse and pant his name like a prayer.

"fuck- nggh, oh my fucking god, ben.. ben, ben!" you shout as he comes with you; the feeling of being filled with him was like no other. he lazily thrusts into you whilst carefully laying you on your back and adorning your face with soft kisses and whispered "good girl"'s. you share one final, deep kiss; filled with unsaid emotions and promises to one another before he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.

two misplaced puzzle pieces, finally belonging and forming a picture no one else could see.

you weren't sure who affected who more. you had been introduced to the world of desire and sin by ben; he was your first everything and he revelled in that fact. knowing no one had heard or seen you the way he does, fuck. it was like a whole new drug and it's potency was almost deadly. you had gotten more calculated, with his encouragement, and were using your powers for your own good and not just at the behest of whoever held your leash. you confronted your parents and had cut off the contact, although the damage was done. you were still the people's soft princess to the adoring crowds, but you had evolved into something more sinister; more selfish. and nothing could get in your way now.

in comparison, ben had gotten calmer. he didn't throw himself into women, drinking and drugs like before, only occasionally dabbling in taking a hit or two of whatever he had lying around. men like him is what love destroys and his harsh outer layer was slowly eroding. his vicious appetite for destruction and violence needed less feeding and attention. his sole purpose was to protect you and ensure that you both would never be denied the happiness he knew you deserved. he considered what was better; to be feared or to be loved. but he had come to the conclusion that "one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved."

thanks to you, he had both.

a/n: WELL. i hope you like this one too guys; it was so much fun to write and rather self-indulgent. i'm considering ACTUALLY make this fic a series, i love their dynamic. this was based on another favourite song of mine that immediately makes me think of the loml, ben, when i hear it <3 long live fall out boy

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Heartdresser | LH44

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x braider!reader ― Warning: mentions of a brother, social media au mixed with regular writing, tooth-rotting fluff, fem!reader (she/her); - 2.8k words + social media setting. ― Summary: When Lewis finds himself just a couple days away from a racing weekend and without his usual braids he desperately searches for suggestions of available hairdressers in the area. As the saying goes, love can come from the most unexpected places, and Lewis is about to discover that this is, in fact, true. (based on this request)

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Being a Formula One Driver had its perks, from obvious and big things such as traveling everywhere to not-so-obvious and small things like having your hair stylist travel to you when you needed them. After becoming an adult and famous, it took Lewis a couple of years to come to terms with his hair, how to style it, how to take care of it, and how to embrace the texture and volume. He felt finally whole when he reached that point, one where meaningless comments on the internet wouldn’t make him rethink his path, goals, and achievements. Of course, comments hurt, but being comfortable with yourself helped, and that was something Lewis learned. 

Now, his braids were part of him. The hairstyle being associated with his image in the blink of an eye. Something that made him feel handsome, and connected with his roots. Something that seemed to help other young black boys around, who started to see themselves as stylish and handsome too.

That’s the main reason why he was so frustrated when his braider called him to tell them they couldn’t make it to Las Vegas. And the thing with braids is that it's not only a style that connects you to your roots, and makes you feel comfortable, it is also a hair protection style. Though Lewis doesn’t tell people he has superstitions and somehow it is true, part of him feels like he races better when he’s feeling himself in all senses of the word. This means having his hair in the braids he’s been looking forward to for over two weeks is something important to him.

So in the heat of the moment, he decides to look for help on Twitter.

“Hi, you must be Lewis,” you smile, extending your hands, and the man in front of you takes it in with a grin. 

“Hey, good afternoon,” his grip is still thigh yet soft on your hand. “Yeah, it’s me. Thank you for having me on such short notice.” He’s handsome and polite in all the ways one should be to be considered perfect, and you start to understand why your baby brother was drawn to admire his persona outside the tracks. 

You shake your head with a chuckle, “It was actually my day off, but I had no problem fitting you in since it meant Dee would get to meet you.”

“Oh- honesty is something I find hot,” he chuckles and adds a grin for good measure, all while looking straight into your eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

Add funny to the list of things Lewis Hamilton seems to be. 

“Who’s Dee, by the way?” 

“It’s Aiyden, my little brother. I call him Dee,” you explain before adding, “He’s finishing a Chemistry project with a few friends at school. He was tempted to skip but gave up after a pep talk on how school is important, and I would take forever doing your hair just so he could see you.” 

Lewis nods while you explain, and then he’s chuckling just like minutes ago. 

“I don’t mind waiting for him with you,” he winks.

You’re not sure if he’s being friendly, funny, or flirty, but any of these F words coming from the black guy in front of you are surely making your heart skip a beat. 

“You can sit here while I grab everything,” you point to a chair in front of a big mirror and Lewis does as said. 

“Your hair looks fire,” he comments, watching from the mirror while you go through the small saloon gathering the packs of hair and combs you would need. “Did you do it yourself?” 

“Thanks,” you stop just for a second, smiling when your eyes meet. “And yeah, I did it just last weekend.”

“You look even more stunning with this style,” and just like that he has you giggling again. “I mean it. I saw your profile picture and I was convinced you couldn’t get more beautiful, and then you opened that door with a smile and these amazing braids and I was like wow.” “You’re a funny one.”

“I’ve heard some women like their man funny, is that your case? If so, I’m ready to get into stand-up comedy.” 

You double with laughter, shaking your head and biting your lips to keep the funny noises inside.

“Same style you’ve sent me the picture?” Lewis nods. “Any addition or preference?” you ask, starting to section his hair, and he answers no while making himself comfortable on the chair.

And even though you joked about taking forever just so your brother would catch Lewis, you ended up really taking forever because the driver in front of you would joke around and give you flirty comments and you couldn’t help but stop to laugh. The style he wanted was fairly fast, and his curls weren’t that thick, but still, you two did a small snack break when he ordered from a vegan bakery downtown. He was a fun guy to talk to, you came to learn that pretty quickly, which only added to his face card, which certainly was never denied. 

It was one of the best sessions you’ve had in a long time.

You were just finishing the final touches, adding water to boil, and cutting the small strands coming off the braids, when the bell over the door rang, announcing your little brother’s arrival. He has an incredulous expression on his face watching his idol sitting on the chair of his sister’s salon. 

“Hey man, how was the chem’s project?” Lewis asks and Aiyden turns around to the door, doing a small victory dance and, probably, the most hideous expressions to conceal his eagerness and happiness. 

You and Lewis laugh.

“Omg, hi, Lewis!” He finally walks to you, shaking hands with Lewis. His eyes – big orbs gleaming with excitement. 

“Aren’t you gonna say hi to your sister, young man?” with your hands on your waist you furrow your brows in the direction of the curly-haired boy who smiles, engulfing your body in a big hug. You hug him back before tapping his back and fake complaining about how he was crushing you. 

Aiyden had just turned fifteen, but his love for sports seemed to help him defy your DNA and grow more than your family’s average size. He was almost reaching your height, and he sure was stronger than you, but he was still just your baby boy. 

“These new braids are lit, man! Told ya my sister would make it happen,” Ayiden, who still has one of his arms around your shoulders, tells Lewis with a proud smile.

The driver moves his head confidently checking his hair in the mirror, “She was a great braider, and even better company, to be honest.” 

Yn rolls her eyes playfully before going back to the water and mentioning for Ayiden to take a step back. She dips the ends of the braids into the water, waiting for a bit before taking them off and draping a towel around Lewis’ broad shoulders. 

“So, your sister mentioned a chem school project. How was it?” 

And just like that Ayiden and Lewis are talking non-stop while you tidy the salon, watching their interaction with a fond smile. The Brit was attentive to your brother, always ready to listen rather than speak, always engaging, and making Ayiden feel comfortable to share whatever he wanted to. 

He probably had no idea, but that was an easy way to get to your heart. Ayiden was your treasure, and the fact that Lewis was treating the boy as if he was his little treasure too only added to the list of things you found amazing about him.

“...right, Yn?” Dee asked and you snapped out of your daydream.

“What?”

“Lewis just invited us to the Vegas GP, I said we were going, right? Please, please, please,” he pleaded in front of you with his two hands together as if in prayer, and you bit the inside of your mouth.

“Sunday?” 

“No, the whole package, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!” he explained excitedly.

“It will be fun, c’mon,” Lewis tried.

“You have school on Friday.” You reasoned, but Ayiden was quick to explain that Friday wouldn’t be until 6 pm. “You’re the one asking Kali to get my appointments from Saturday,” pointing a finger to your brother you accepted, knowing that your friend and coworker, had a space on Saturday for a hair or two and wouldn’t mind covering so your clients wouldn’t be hanging out to dry. Still, she would probably huff and yapp before accepting. That was something that Ayiden would now deal with though, so you were all good. 

Ayiden jumped up and down the same way he did when he was ten years old asking you to get him a new pair of soccer jerseys, and you accepted. It was endearing.

You talked for a few more minutes, Ayiden got his picture, and just like that Lewis was saying his farewells. This time he didn’t shake your hands, rather hugged you and you couldn’t help but breathe in his scent and relish his warmth.

“See you on Friday, guys,” he waved, showing off his perfect set of teeth. 

“See you, man!” 

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yourinstagram had to drive the kiddo to school today or else he would stay home choosing his weekend outfits lol (traffic is a bitch btw, so if you can avoid downtown, pls do!)

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youngdee why would you expose me like that

⤷ yourinstagram I'm your older sister, ofc I'm gonna act like a mom ❤️😘

lewishamilton nice fit, ayideen!

⤷ youngdee thank you, man! 😎

⤷ fan4490 OMG KJSDKGJSKG

charleslechair she looks so cute

⤷ charleslechair scratch that I just went through her pics

⤷ charleslechair she's hot

⤷ charleslechair and super talented

wolffmickey so its confirmed, she's the braider?

schumachinho *on my knees begging* pls, do my hair too, yn, pls pls 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

yourfriend I spent an hour on traffic today in a road that usually takes me about ten minutes 🫠

yourfriend2 bruh, ayideen is getting bigger and bigger, I feel OLD 😭

Friday rolled around quickly and you got to watch the total amount of fifteen minutes of practice 1 before all hell broke. Ayiden explained everything to you along with the whole controversy going on with the LA Gran Prix, which you were just a tad aware of. Lewis wasn’t able to spend much time with you guys that much was expected, but whenever he found a few seconds he would pass by, ask if you guys were ok, if Dee was having fun if there was something he could do, and just overall being the goofy Lewis he was during the appointment. Ayiden seemed to find the flirtatious glances and lines funny, and so did you, except this time it felt a little more real because you were sure a few people around overheard some. 

It was an amazing night, you made friends with a couple of people from the crew, and Ayiden had the time of his life meeting a few other idols, and almost started hyperventilating when Hamilton told him he would take him to meet Charles Leclerc on Sunday. 

Saturday was even more of a rush, you almost didn’t see Lewis, but he texted before and after quali. So when Sunday came you were still trying to navigate the whole paddock thing, but a bit more comfortable about it. Aiyden was still acting as if it was his own version of Disney land and it was his first day discovering the adventure world. You were loving it for him, of course. 

“Nice outfit,” Lewis whispers right beside you, catching you off guard and making you jump in surprise. You were in a corner, just texting a friend, and checking your next few appointments while Ayiden went to meet Charles and you thought Lewis would be there until he came back, but it wasn’t the case.

“You’re sneaky,” you chuckled, straightening your instance and looking into his face only to notice he was already staring at you. 

“You look cute when you’re focused,” he winks, before adding, “and when you’re scared too.” 

“You look cute when you joke like this,” throwing back at him you didn’t expect for his brows to furrow in confusion. 

“You think I’m joking?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

Lewis giggles. He giggles and you can’t help but smile with the sound and the way his lips part while his eyes squint. “I’m not.”

“You’re not?!” 

“I think you’re pretty and smart, and talented. I was genuinely flirting with you,” his explanation makes your insides turn in giddiness, and as if it wasn’t enough Lewis smiles, eyes glued on yours before he asks: “Wanna go on a date with me?” 

“A date?” You repeat trying to let the idea sink. 

“A date?” This time it’s Ayiden’s voice and you turn alarmed, expecting to see a confused and jealous brother, only to find him with the biggest grin ever.

“Yeah, a date,” Lewis smiles briefly to Ayiden, before staring back at you, waiting for your answer.

You blink still unsure. Fair enough, he was hot, educated, smart, and he checked all the boxes, but that wasn’t any guarantee of a successful relationship, or fling, or whatever he had in mind. And also, his lifestyle wasn’t something you were used to. How would dating him work when he’s often traveling around to drive?

“C’mon, don’t overthink it, Yn.” Ayiden comes to help, standing beside Lewis and the Brit chuckles. “It’s THE SIR Lewis Hamilton,” he points, and this time Lewis laughs. 

You bit your lips, not helping but letting a smile escape. 

Lewis is in front of you, hands in his pockets, big brown eyes watching you, and the smallest smile gracing the corner of his plump lips. He looked great. And as much as you wanted to deny, there was a vibe going on. 

You take a deep breath, smirking at him, “Get yourself a podium and we’ll talk about a date later.”  

Ayiden’s eyes widened. 

“Did you forget how quali went?! It’s gonna be hell to get a podium, almost impossible,” your brother tries to reason, but Lewis shakes his head, extending his hand to which you clasp in yours.

“Deal,” the driver smiles. “I’ll get you a podium.”

Lewis squeezes Ayiden’s shoulder and winks at you before disappearing into the garage to get ready for the race.

“One more reason why he’s the goat, see? If I were you I would go on a date with him even if he didn’t get a podium.” 

You laugh, “For the few things I saw, he likes the challenge. Let me indulge him.” 

“You’re crazy.”

“And he’ll get a podium.” 

“It’s very unlikely, but I won’t deny the possibility. It’s Lewis after all.” Your brother leans on the wall beside you. “And it looks like he wants this date bad.” 

“What makes you think this?” 

“C’mon, he’s been flirting with you nonstop since the hair appointment.” 

“I genuinely thought he was joking.” 

“You can be so clueless sometimes,” your brother rolls his eyes playfully and you slap the back of his head. 

“Watch it, young man, I’m still the oldest.” 

And you were still right too, because hours later Lewis impressed everyone by getting third place. He kept everyone on the edge of their seats along with Charles who did a brilliant race, and just like that your brother was grinning devilishly your way because now you had a date with no one other than Lewis Hamilton who happened to walk into the garage just as you were handling a water bottle to Dee after he ran to watch the ceremony as if his life depended on it.

Lewis was smiling brightly at you, sweat mixed with champagne, but you couldn’t help but grin right back and lace your arms around him, taking him by surprise. 

“I’m all sweaty, sorry,” he whispers, his tattooed hand flatting on your bag and bringing your body closer. 

“It’s fine. Congrats on the race.” 

“Congrats on the race, man!” Ayiden hugs him too and Lewis smiles, eyes still trapped on you. When your brother lets him go and stays rooted in place looking from you to Lewis you trap the laugh inside, and roll your eyes fakely, pointing for the young boy to give you both some privacy.

“So, looks like I scored myself a date, huh?” 

You nod, taking a small step in his direction and trying to keep your hands from tracing all the small details on his face from this up close, “You sure did.” Your eyes were now on his lips, and Lewis grinned. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You already have a date, what else do you wanna ask me?” You’re teasing and he knows it because this time he’s the one to take a step in your direction. The tips of your shoes are touching, and you can hear the rustling outside, but it’s just you two in the corridor, and you hope it stays like this for just a little longer even though you knew he had an interview in a few minutes. His company and attention are something you enjoyed having.

“With how many dates do you find it ok to kiss someone?” His playful tone is there, but his expression makes your knees almost buck. “Can we count practice, quali, and the race as dates?” 

And just like that he has you laughing and grabbing his neck to close the distance and smash your lips in a very much-awaited kiss. 

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[roosterbruiser]

thinking really hard about a fic with soft!Jake based off The Best by Tina Turner.

perhaps a little friends to lovers....calling in the night when they need each other....always being there for each other....maybe it causes a rift with Jake's current gf....but he always chooses you.....MAYBE it's a years-long saga

specifically these lyrics are speaking to me:

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams Speak a language of love like you know what it means Mmm, and it can't be wrong Take my heart and make it strong, baby

gear up, besties....we're going into battle

[milliemakesmagic]

The Valentine Family, a family out of time

Millie hasn't posted a fic in a HOT SECOND.

but here I ammmm.

A few generations have passed since the Sole Survivor broke Nick Valentine out of that vault. One of those generations they shared together as husband and wife. But the more time passes, the more his memory banks fill up, and he starts to forget everything. Including his own family.

Me and @psybrepunk came up with this idea when we discussed the memory banks eventually failing Nick. I'm not sure how Gen 2 synths memory banks work, but for story purposes, he basically forgets everything after several generations. Enjoy!

Word count: 955 Warnings: Sad. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56777947

There was a cardboard box in Valentine Detective Agency that Nick Valentine could never come to terms with. 

Right now it sat on his desk in front of him. He stared at the scribbled words on the side of the box: The Valentine Family.

His yellow eyes traced the words over and over, hoping it would make him remember something. Anything. 

He’d been through that box hundreds of times. 

He’d studied the pictures and read the letters and held the scraps of clothing, hoping it would bring back some memory. 

At one point, his synthetic existence had a story that didn’t belong to Nick Valentine the cop.

He had a family. A wife, a story of his own. 

He also had a son. But he knew that part because that child was the same as him. Frozen in time. 

A young boy named Shaun, that apparently was a copy of his wife’s biological son. 

Shaun had found his own way with other synths like himself so Nick didn’t see him often anymore. But when he did see him, they almost didn’t know how to act. Or at least Nick didn’t. 

Shaun’s memory was endless. So he remembered his mother, he remembered their family, he remembered where he came from. 

Meanwhile Nick, the man that this young synth called “father”, had no memories of that time. 

But one thing never changed, whenever the boy visited, he would climb into Nick’s lap and fall asleep while Nick looked over cases. It was the only thing that made Nick feel the ghost of familiarity about the past.

Nick rummaged through the box again chasing that ghost, struggling with the feelings of pain and grief as he desperately tried again to remember something.

There was a photo of him beside two young women, written on the back it said, “The Detective, the Vault Dweller, and the Journalist.” Inside the box along with it was a newspaper article called Publick Occurrences, written by a woman named Piper Wright.

There was a red handkerchief with a photo of a german shepherd attached. Nick again puzzled over who would name their dog, “Dogmeat.”

A photo of Shaun and the woman who was Nick’s wife, cuddling on the couch watching the snow falling through the big front window. “Christmas Eve in Sanctuary Hills.”

He opened an envelope and read the note that was written in loopy red writing, something about an anniversary, and how much she loved him. He pulled out the scrap of red lace from inside the envelope and admired the little threaded hearts in the material.

Further inside the box he found a small bent up fedora, the note attached to it was in his own handwriting. “He wanted to look like me, so on his birthday I got him this. He wore it until it couldn’t hold its shape anymore.” 

There was a photograph of Nick sitting on the couch with his wife straddling his lap and carefully stitching extra material on his neck to avoid further tearing. She was laughing in this photo, and it looked like he was too.

Nick ran his hand over his neck, feeling the worn stitches that had started to come undone over time. Someone who loved him, carefully tried to fix his struggling synthetic body. And she didn’t look ashamed of his appearance or who he was. The joy in her laughing face as she repaired him in this image had Nick sometimes staring at this photo for hours.

Finally his hand pulled out a worn holotape. He turned it over in his fingers before putting it into the player. 

“Nick!” Her voice sang. “Welcome home! How did the Barnus Case go?” 

The rustling of what Nick assumed was her hugging him was heard.

“Well you know, it went as you’d expect.” His voice responded.

“Daddy!” 

The sound of footsteps running to him and then the impact of Shaun jumping into his arms was heard.

“Woah careful! Don’t want to break your old man anymore than he already is!” 

“Well we missed you!” She continued.

“Oh did you?” 

The sound of Nick and his wife sharing a quick kiss crackled over the tape.

“Dad! Did you find me that type of wire?” 

“Oh did I? Well Christmas must’ve come early because I got you this type of wire, this type of wire, and, these batteries.” 

“No way! Thank you!” 

Shaun could be heard running down the hall again. 

“How on earth did you find those? I assumed he made them up.” She chuckled. He heard the couch creak as they sat down. “I’ll be honest I have no idea. Stroke of luck I guess.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that haunted Nick’s dreams.

“I’m glad you’re home Nick. I love y-“ 

The holotape scratched silent. 

The quietness of the agency rang in his ears. 

He ran his hand over the stitches on his neck again. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” He whispered, as if her spirit could hear him. “Why can’t I just…” 

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. 

He stood up, getting ready to put the lid back on and shove the box into the corner where he hoped it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But before he did, he pulled out the photo of her laughing on his lap as she repaired him. 

His thumb rubbed over her figure, beautifully frozen in time. Her face forever captured in that expression of pure joy and love. 

He crumpled the picture in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. “I can’t remember my own damn wife!”

He threw the photo in the box and shut it before shoving it back into the corner and going into the alley for a smoke.

[wonnie99]

Doin time

Warning:This is a smut ,minors dont interact.Contains fingering,pet names,degrading

Jungwon x his fuck budy fem!

The boy shrugged causing anger to stir in the teacher,her voice echoed as she shouted at him scolding him for not doing the assesment which was due today.

"Yang Jungwon ,you have had two weeks to fill in just a simple peice of paper.Yet your tellinge me you cant do a simple task like that!"She marched towards the boy as he just sat in his seat.

"Detention after school"And she handed him his empty sheet that he handed to her at the start of his lesson.The boy groaned in annoyance slumping in his chair.His eyes travelled around the classroom landing on a specific pair of doe eye.

They intruiged him,he smirked mouthing a 'wait for me' meaning after class.The girls eyebrows furrowed in cofusion but she nodded,disobeying him would only lead to her being picked on by him.

He was cruel bullying kids who didnt listen to him or just disturbed him by the slightest incident.But detentions were his signature dish and recieving them were so common to the point where some teachers just gave up and failed him in their lesson.

Soon the bell rang and everyone left except from the girl and the boy.The teacher glared at the girl fpor not leaaving as she didnt have a detention.The girl gulped and quickly packed her stuff away panicking as she sat on the chair outside of the classroom.

Having to wait for someone last period was a pain in the ass for her.But soon the boy came running out and the teacher could be heard shouting behind him. He grabbed the girls hand and he dragged her with him out of school until he stopped near a bench.

The girl panted heavily holding onto her knees for support,but the boy didnt even say a word and grabbed her wrist tightly as he kept on dragging her.She whinced to trying to pull her wrist back but her strength was nothing compared to hers.

After what felt like hours of walking the boy was met with a house and pulled the tired girl inside pulling her to a room and almost mercilessly throwing her onto his bed as he locked the door.

"You ready baby?"He asked the girl as her grabed her wrists and pulled her closer.

The girl shook her head and whined "Please not today",she heard a scoff from the boy.

"Shut up,i pay you for this"He said forcing her to lie down as she nodded her eyes becoming watery at just the thought of the immense suffering she had to go through.

The boy teared of her clothes in seconds,his fingers slipping through her folds caused her to whimper.He couldnt help but groan at how wet she felt.

"Fuck,so wet for me already. You whore"He spat out at her,He then slipped two fingers in pumping at slow pace teasing her.Her hips raised but he pushed then back down.

"j-jung-ahh"She was cut off by a moan as he increased the pace.

"What were you saying princess" He sneered grinning,her back arched at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her.She let out loud moans causing him to increase his face as his grin widened.He increased the pace smirking ,his other hand slapped her ass to shut her up but she couldn't not with how she could feel her climax nearing.

She soon felt her legs tremble and shake as her eyes rolled to the back of her head,she was reaching her orgasm.She couldnt control the feeling of pleasure take over her body

"I-im c-close...." She managed to stutter out.

The boy groaned as he felt her walls tighten just around his fingers,he pumped even faster causing the girls moans to become louder.Reaching her orgasm she let out one last moan before releasing.She had cum all over his two fingers ,he took his fingers out shoving them into his mouth as he licked off her cum moaning.

"Good girl" He said kissing the girls forehead before leaving so she could get changed and go home he didn't care for her anymore .After all she was just one of his fuck buddies.

Hope you enjoyed,requests are welcome!!! Sorry for any errors and please if you have any random thoughts you want me to make a story abt just request it and ill do it in my free time. xxx

[warblogs17282]

Now that helluva boss season 2 has hit it's finale, let's discuss everything we know about season 3 at this point in time!

aka, a comprehensive list of everything about season 3 that we've been told about so far. (Please tell me if I've missed anything, thanks!)

I do not think that any of this information necessitates a spoiler tag on this post, but if you want to go into season 3 completely blind, click off this post now.

Bluesky Stuff:

What we learned from this bluesky thread posted shortly before Sinsmas was released is as follows:

The wait until Season 3 starts will be quite long.

The team decided that helluva boss having closer releases of episodes was the best decision (heard this meant a month in-between episodes but I forgot where I saw that), so thee team wants to commit to a more traditional release going forward.

Confirmed once again that season 3 has a total of 15 episodes.

We will also be getting shorts in-between the wait until season 3 starts, and I assume this means monthly shorts as well, based on the fact we had monthly shorts last time as well.

Vivziepop has also described season 3 as a 'queer roller coaster.', so we gotta be prepared to get back on that ride again.

At some panel it was confirmed that in season 3 we will be getting an episode that contains some more Millie backstory.

Tweet link here:

In some other panel, alongside confirming Vassago's appearance in the Mastermind episode, they also confirmed that we will be seeing 'much more' of Vassago in season 3, the post in the picture above contains the clip of this moment in the panel as well.

In what appears to be a recording for the second half of season 3, they're doing recording work for a Stolas song titled 'Dirty Bird', and yes, it is going to be super horny. There is a video of this Instagram post on the post below, plus one extra screenshot.

In the Los Angeles Comic Con 2024, quite a few things were revealed to us, with those being as follows:

As said before, this traditional release schedule does mean that the episodes will hopefully be a month apart from each other, and that Vivziepop saw the show was moving towards a more narrative direction, with this also being where the heart of the show is, and as a result, the direction the team is going in.

Lastly, we probably won't see all 72 Goetias, but we will see a lot more of them in season 3.

Post referenced in above screenshot contains a youtube link to said Comic Con.

According to the reblogs under this post, it appears that Erica (Loona's VA), was asked what her favorite song/episode was, and she responded with 'the song that Loona has in season three', confirming that Loona does have a song during season 3.

Video can be found within this post:

At 1:06:19 of this video, Vivziepop does state that the show will eventually get to Stella's perspective, which I have to imagine the show will get to in season 3, and that Vivziepop hearkens Stella's character to the character of BoJack Horseman's mother (Beatrice Horseman) because they are very similar in that regard.

Finally, Vivziepop posted these screenshots of her doing some audio editing to her Instagram over a year ago, we don't know what episode this is from but based on the long name in line 7 that doesn't appear to match any character we know at the moment, this appears to likely be a picture of some season 3 audio.

The main things we can gather from these screenshots appear to be Millie talking with Stolas a bit, and the absolute explosion of voices following something that Blitz said.

Post where I found these screenshots from can be found here, some additional discussion regarding is also in the reblogs:

This YouTube video covers a few instagram videos covering recording footage that Vivziepop uploaded to her account, with them being from the first half of season 3.

What we learn from these instagram videos is that Wally Wackford returns in season 3 with some new lines, and there's also a courtroom scene as well involving Blitz and Stolas, with it also looking like Stolas will be acting as defense for Blitz regarding something we don't know at the moment.

According to Vivzie's instagram, we will be seeing Anthony Padilla and Ian Hecox (You might have heard of them before from something called Smosh) be the VAs of some special future characters at some point during season 3.

In this helluva boss podcast that Brandon Rogers did, Brandon Rogers stated that season 3 has a packed cast of guest stars, and then mentioned that we'll be seeing people from Brandon Roger's universe, aka, his own YouTube channel, in the hellaverse at some point during season 3.

In a helluva boss QnA panel, it was confirmed that we will be seeing more of Blitz's circus past at some point, and of course, that also means that we're gonna get more flashbacks to traumatic moments in Blitz's life as well in regards to his circus past, trauma flashbacks if you want to call it that. (Credits to Lexipop398 for transcripting all of the QnA, can find the full transcript of the QnA here, do note that you have to be signed into bluesky to view the post, however.)

To wrap things off, I believe the next significant reveal or such regarding season 3 will be found in the 2025 LVL UP EXPO, as there are quite a lot of VAs involved with Helluva Boss there, plus Sam Haft and Vivziepop.

Especially considering that in the 2024 LVL UP EXPO, the first helluva boss short was shown, we got the song featured in s2 e8, 'When I See Him' and the season 2 trailer.