#mmmm fucking hot af

[hoshigray]

Hi Hoshi 🤎 so I just recently read your threesome Toji/Sukuna fic (hot af btw), I love those two bastards so much 😩 Can I please request facefucking with them pleaseeee, like you’re on your knees sucking both of their cocks 😩😩 I love fics about them but I literally never saw the description of double dick sucking, and I think that would be so hot, right? Especially when they are mean 🤭 Please help a girl out 🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: man, I'm so happy I finally have the free time to write this out, lmao.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji + Sukuna x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - handjobs - blowjobs - face + throat-fucking - degradation (bitch, broad, cumslut, slut, whore) - dick slaps - double dick-sucking - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, pet, vermin, sweetie) - heavy depictions of a blowjob (shit finna get nasty) - facials - mention of spit/saliva and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k

“Yeah, just like that, slut. Suckin’ on me like a real broad…Hmmfuck.”

“Shit, that tongue of y’rs, Y/n. Actin’ like my cock’s goin’ somewhere…”

Have you ever sucked two dicks simultaneously?

Well, it is quite a time; you should know...

You stood on your knees with hands busy, stroking two men who stood before you. Each palm grasps and strokes a cock within the proximity, the tips exerting precum oozing down to your pretty fingers as your fingertips sense the veins and rough skin. 

You bring the dick in your right to your lips, licking on the tip and adding more of your saliva to it. With hollow cheeks, you suck the cockhead inside your mouth, purring as you’re taking in every inch into your oral cavity and throat.

A hand finds its way onto your cheeks, squeezing them as you lick the underside while your left hand keeps jerking. Toji chuckles, “Ya look so good, princess,” he slaps the tip onto your lips, a gesture to put him back into your warm mouth. “Mmmm, you know how much I like you bein’ dirty fr’ me. Show me how slutty you can really be.”

Your eyes peer at his face and follow his indirect command. Your left hand gets firmer with every stroke, lathering the tip with your spit as your tongue flicks on his frenulum. Onyx eyebrows pull towards each other as Toji’s grin gets broader. “Heh, yeah, just like that, baby; make it real wet and sloppy.” 

You hum as you get to work, focusing your lips on just the tip as your hand increases in pace. Your fingers slid up and down on his shaft while slurping on his tip. Drool pools with every push and pull, mixing with the bits of cum coming from his urethra. “Goddamn, doll…” you hear him mutter above you, noting the cue to persist in your actions. Plus, judging by how the limb occupying your palm is pulsing, the older man is not too far from release.

However—“Don’t forget about me, vermin.”

Your face is yanked off of Toji’s length, and your cheek is instantly met with the member on your right. The angry tip poking your skin, painting it with precum. Sukuna snickers wickedly, pushing his cockhead to your lips without your cooperation. “Attend to me, pet; you know I’m not one to wait.”

He doesn’t delay for you, forcing the tip inside your mouth for your tongue to greet. And he doesn’t allow you to accommodate his girth, already busying your throat with the length burrowing inside. His firm grip on your head prompts you to and fro, and the harsh ruts to your face become hard to predict.

Tears leave the reservoir of your eyes, striking down whenever Sukuna’s pelvis smacks onto your lips. Muffled cries appease the tattooed individual, throwing his head back at your chin and hitting his balls with every pump. You suck on him hard while Toji groans to your left, your hands on his scrotum knead and massage as he fists his own dick as you please the other. 

Sukuna’ll pull you to the frenulum, then rush you to the base of his pubes. Balls slapping to your chin with drool sticking onto you, your nose crashing to his body thanks to the rough rhythm, and your eyes lock into his four devilish crimson ones — that’s how he likes it. “Look at you, whore. So fucking filthy just for some dick, huh?” A rhetoric answered only by your eyes rolling to the top of your head as he shoves his entire bulge. “Nasty bitch.”

“Fffuuck,” The dark-haired man croaks, his hand on his shaft picking up in speed. “So close...”

The pink-haired one agrees. “Hmmph, me too, shit…Hey, dollface, finish us good and well, ya hear?” 

Again, no words are spoken, only actions. You swiftly remove Sukuna from your throat and bring this session to a close. Your hands bring both cocks to your mouth, elated to accept both the tips of their dicks into your mouth with a euphoric mewl.

Both men hiss at their sensitive parts being swallowed in simultaneously, tending them with teasing licks and sucking them with puckered lips. Your tongue serves as a weapon, swirling around them, which results in the men groaning deliciously. 

To chase their orgasms down, you suck roughly on both cocks, bobbing your head while your hands please them in whichever way you can. Erratic strokes on Toji’s member have him almost choking, and Sukuna’s hips buck involuntarily when you grip his balls unbeknownst to him. And finally, they unanimously spill their semen into your mouth, your shriek covered by their loads filling inside. You swallow as much as possible, even if the job is as messy and ungraceful as you’d want it to be. Fluids and saliva drip to your chin and meet the cold floor. 

Your head stays bobbing in a steady cadence, humming blissfully as you gulp down their essence. But to showcase, you remove yourself and open your mouth, having the two watch you accept their seed shooting out and disheveled face.

Toji scoffs at the display. “A dirty, pretty thing, aren’t ya, Y/n?”

And Sukuna tilts his head with a smirk. “Expect nothing much from a cumslut like you.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 578

warnings - language, drinking, smoking

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Closed Position Teaser

What was not on my bingo card for this chapter of Closed Position? Dieter helping Kat straighten her hair and Kat having a very strong reaction to it. No, they haven't done the deed yet...they are still working up it at this point. 😏

Once he was finished, he leaned down over my shoulder to set the straightener down on the vanity. His scent completely invaded my senses and did little to help the ache that was growing between my thighs.  Dieter ran the brush through my hair, eventually pausing to gather it all at the nape. His fingers lightly grazed the sides of my neck as he did so. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his gentle touch as it made me tingle all over.  “Mmmm, that feels good. You should probably stop before I start expecting this every morning.”  His left hand settled on my shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing small circles behind my ear as he continued brushing with his right hand. When I finally opened my eyes and met his intense stare in the mirror I felt my entire core clench around nothing as a weird sensation shot through my body, causing me to feel somewhat euphoric. I was suddenly hot and very very wet. What the fuck is wrong with me? There was a low buzzing noise in my ears and I felt a little dizzy, almost like all the blood had rushed to my head.  Dieter’s chuckle pulled me from the weird trance I had settled into, “You good, Kit Kat?”

That little menace totally knows what he's doing. Don’t even ask me about the foot massage that’s coming. Poor Kat just doesn’t stand a chance. 😂

No ETA on when the next chapter is posting yet. I will probably split Week 5 into two sections because it's going to be long AF as you can imagine, since things are going down in NYC. The first half is pretty close to being finished though.

Don't worry, I will put you all out of your misery by the end of the first half with some smut that has the most ridiculous build up.

Can't wait to yeet this out there to you all. It's a fun one...for the most part.

💜Mysty

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[coryothesub]

This is a little weird, but hey, shower thoughts, you know, right?

I thought about Coryo running out of air, I mean choking, when he licked your pussy, all because he insisted that you sit on his face.

Ha ha anon if you think you're weird then it makes two of us since this was actually one of the ideas for my president!sub!coryo fic that flopped miserably over at AO3 (who knows, maybe one day I’ll finish it and repost it here). I find breath play hot af and it's def something that sub Coryo would enjoy, but also this is my first time actually writing it so please bear with me!

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

You were feeling kinda frisky so you decided to tease Coryo on purpose, parading around the apartment in your flowy little summer skirt and no panties.

Coryo was hooked immediately. You could see his pupils dilating as he stopped and stared, trying to catch a glimpse of your pussy when you twirled around in your skirt and let them flutter in the air.

“Please…” he approached you and squeezed your butt, making you jump a little.

“Please what?” You smirked. “Use your words babyboy!”

His grip on your ass cheeks tightened and now your bodies were pressed so close to each other that you could feel his heart beating in his chest.

“I want…” he looked at you innocently.

“No, I NEED to be buried in mommy's sweet pussy. Please, please, sit on my face!”

“Mmmm,” you hummed and brushed your thumb over his soft pink lips imagining them wrapped around your clit.

“Alright,” you nodded, amused that Coryo was already sucking on your thumb instinctively. That boy always needed something in his pretty little mouth.

Moments later you were both naked and Coryo was waiting in anticipation as you were standing on your knees, your pussy lingering above him.

You slowly lowered yourself spreading your legs wider and Coryo’s fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs. The boy got to work instantly kitten-licking between your folds and then lapping at your clit with an insatiable hunger.

You let out a little whimper as he wrapped his lips around your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud and sucking at it quite harshly.

Desperate for more sensation, you started moving your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit against the pointy tip of his nose while his tongue was still buried between your folds.

You noticed his already hardened cock resting against his lower abdomen and reached behind you to give it a few lazy strokes, making his moans vibrate against your pussy while your thighs were still thrusting forward against his tongue and his nose.

“Fuck!” You moaned into the air, desperate for more friction, so you lowered yourself even more completely burying Coryo's face in your cunt.

You pressed yourself down on him for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his tongue teasing your entrance, then you felt him grip your thighs harder and noticed that your pussy was completely covering his nose and mouth.

Realizing that the boy was literally fighting for air you lifted yourself up a bit, looking at Coryo trying to catch his breath, his face filled with red and glistening from your juices.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” You covered your mouth in surprise.

“Oh yeah!” Coryo gave you a lewd little smile as he steadied his breath.

“I fucking loved it! Can you do it again?”

“Oh you little pervert,” you chuckled after letting out a sigh of relief.

“Please, mommy! Smother me with your cunt,” he pleaded before taking a deep inhale and watching you drowning his face in your pussy once more.

This time you held it for longer, reaching back and grabbing his cock. You started to pump it rapidly, while his muffled moans created delicious vibrations against your dripping cunt.

Feeling Coryo clutching at your thighs harder you eased up and looked down at his flushed face as you kept stroking his dick.

“Oh shit, it makes it stronger!” Coryo spoke while gasping for air. “The feeling of you touching me is stronger when I get no air. Please do it again, I need to cum so badly!”

“Such a needy boy…” Amused by his enthusiasm you sat on his face once more, this time almost with your full weight and pressed his head between your thighs while he was tongue fucking your hole, his nose pressed against your clit. 

You felt your climax approaching as it became harder to hold yourself in place. Your legs were trembling as you pumped Coryo's cock at a relentless pace, it twitched in your hand just before releasing a heavy load of thick cum that coated your hand and spurted all over Coryo's flat stomach.

Coryo let out a deep muffled groan, the vibration sending you over the edge and you came hard, drenching his whole face in your juices.

Only then you let him go from the tight grip of your thighs. The boy was a complete mess, coughing and struggling for air, his face all red and the curls embracing his features drenched in sweat and your cum. He looked hella pretty like this.

“C’mere,” you pulled him up and wrapped your hands around his fragile frame. “You served mommy’s pussy so good, baby.”

Coryo rested his forehead against yours and graced you with the most adorable smile.

“I hope that means there's gonna be another round!”

[tusk-rumours]

wendigo helps us to uck

authors note: proper fic because i am not drunk

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summary: wendigo hurts us, the boys are concerned so we fuck

co-wrote with @mxilkyways , thank you so much for this! you’re gonna ask me what i’m doing and it’s called crediting you for your hard work 🥰🥰

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we hunt in the woods

the wendigo gives us big scratch

owie

seqg 5sqon68rn uf

we go bacj to motel, dean cursing as he drifves

the door closes, the boys face us

what the frick?!?! tgqrt whas bit xiii, ma.

i did what i had to do, come lick jp my blood, freak. ok

desan licks our wound with his sexy, active tongue, while sam crouces down, wrapping his arms around our leg, mosnimg.

sammy come up here.

but baby you're injured, i dont want to hurt you, let me make you all better okay?

fuck me.

okay.

dean p0uts you flat on the bed, spread like butter on a quality, fresh slice of white bread. he setlles over you, sam on hus back like a monkey, as they both stare down at yu hungrily.

bite my wound.

they bite like vampires, hungry and needy. as they do this, it summons prince charming from shrek.

im hot, and i have good hair. my lips are cherry flavoured, want to taste?

mmmm yes please dean sighs, leaninfg in. prince charming and dean move to the other bed, makimng passionate love. mmmcherry, CHREERY.

me and asam, alone.

you aere so fucking hot i wanna lick you all over, giving you everything you want, just top me and fuck me already i need you more than i need air to drink. please.

i have been waiting for you to day that, i wanna rail you and hold you and pull yiur hsir and put me uop into yorur lungs, trust me im that big.

i bet u are.

come get this sexy, i say.

wait i gotta make a tweet, get the fuck off me sam.

w-what? no, pay attention to me.

no, my fans need me, i must make a semi-problematic tweet that will have the internet spiralling and half of. it turning against me, please, let me do this, its critical to the development of my career.

baby no, just talk to me.

i cant over the moans of dean and prince charming, they loud af.

lets go somewhere private.

no i wanna join. chaerming, let me top you, and i can pull those luscious locks to a new dimension, fairy godmother dont have to know ok

you are a. beast y/n

let me unravel you like the layers of an onion, my prince. let me shove my dronkey sized strap on up your dragon sized badussy, king.

yes, my maginifcant queen - i will let you penertrate me.

what about me? dean whines as his weaping weanus sits erect against his breasts

yes, you will get attention too dean, now go annally fuck sammy while i tweeet about prince chaerming and i

ok, slay

good boy dean

my tweet: 'i love my prince charming he is so humble, i fuck him like no other, sammy and dean are fducking nedxt to me but i ignore, thus me previal, i look at my golden retriever boyfriend above me, the cherry scent filling my synapses. a medieval meal, please. he says right away ma'am and takes me straight to pound town in a land far, far away.'

10k reblogs in 10 mins. #iconic

ok now u can fuck me. proceed sire.

he insered

his rather large genetalia broke forth my vaginal ducts and penertrated me. i could thus feel every vein and protrusion amgong his beast as he rapidly thrusted into thy vagine. his sire's hips sputter as hsis seed fills my walls, childering swimming in my hole.

i groan

sam - we stop. im having a vision.

what is it

prince mr sexy charming will murder us all!!!

oh no

seize him dean states in that sexy dominant tone of his.

the clothed fly back on our bodies. sam, are you sure?

yes, kill the bastard.

no but his monster cock :(((((

live without it whore

k. '

he dies bc dean strangles him.

man, i wish, i think.

sam reads my mind. i can read minds too, purify yourself you fucking dirty slut.

wait, NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

sam pours holy water on me, and i burn.

mm nedcrophilly.

emnd of scene.

[foggyparadisecandy]

Self-care post

I decided to change things up tonight. So for those of you who were looking forward to the nightly meltdown, I'm going to disappoint you.

Sorry, not sorry. lol

Instead, every time I think of her, I'm going to write one positive thing about myself in this post.

So you can creep up and down this and see what an egomaniac I am.

Actually ... these days, I'm barely holding on so not really feeling like an egomaniac. I apologize if this seems overly narcissistic but I have to break my cycles.

I take great care of my friends.

I am loyal as hell to people I love.

I have done many random acts of kindness in the last seven days.

I forgive easily - unless you keep doing the offending thing and then "nope."

I love deeply and passionately.

I am romantic as hell.

I care and nurture.

I am tender.

I have always taken great care of my girlfriends in the bedroom. :)

I am told I am sweet and kind.

I took a girl who wanted to be degraded and lifted her up - despite the ending, it was a lovely thing to see.

I am a great kisser.

I am smart.

I am funny af.

I am a great problem solver.

I make friends easily - although I don't remember names so well sometimes!

I read a lot.

I write a lot.

Luckily, I type fast as hell. lol.

I write pretty hot little non-con, hypno stories! mmmm

I am pretty damn good at hypnosis.

I like to think about and focus on big things.

I like to let small things go.

I am a great friend to have.

I have made a good life.

I love experiences more than money.

I am people smart and usually have a good sense for others.

I set big goals.

I work hard and smart to reach goals.

I am tolerant.

I love diversity.

I love strong women.

I believe in equality.

I believe in love over hate.

I believe in forgiveness over grudges.

I believe everyone has something to offer even if they aren't sure what it is - maybe it's just being a friend to someone else - sometimes that's enough in life.

I have been absolutely blessed with kind strangers sending me encouraging words and even having extremely deep conversations where I have hashed out all my damage over and over. Bless all of you kind souls - ty ty ty! You have meant so much to restoring my faith in myself and my worldview and people in general.

I believe life has meaning and we all need to find our meaning.

I believe people can be trusted - until they prove otherwise.

I believe good people can fuck up and still be good people.

I like to find the good in all people - even if they sometimes are struggling to find it themselves.

I give to food banks.

I donate to public broadcasting.

I volunteer for things.

I engage others who look like they want to join in on things so they don't feel awkward.

LOL fuck do I think about her a lot. Welp. That was about two hours worth of thoughts of her. God help me.

Although looking through this list ... honestly ... this was kind of useful. I am a really decent person to have in your corner.

I feel awful for her and her trauma. I wish she could shake free of it for a minute and remember who I am and what we did together and how much more we could do.

I have a deep well of compassion for people. Especially those who I find to be special and unique and those I love.

I don't pray but if there is a god, I hope she helps my former partner find peace and comfort and navigate the damage her parents did to her.

I would love that for her.

[pancake-stray-doggo]

Ok but imagine your bf being Dabi and hiring people to threaten the people that bother you and the people you hate. That's fucking husband material to me. Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme

[charmed-asylum]

Let me try not to do this…… okay moment over let’s get it done w a lovely deep dive 💦 🐬 🕵️‍♀️

Part 1: Awkward Moment: now fact that ally comes out to just surprise Colin same moment reader leaves leave me full of doubt about this bitch. Like mmm u n Colin r nasty af like at this point I’m really thinking they want to do a 3 some bc sus. Then the oh I didn’t see u but never and I say NEVER reach out to her bc getting some before work n “happening to run into each other don’t count “ roo . But she recognizes she wasn’t there like obviously 🙄 she left afterwards when u was fuckin like 🐰 in next room. And reader little hard on her self poor thing. Part 2: Office Space If this is anything like the show hot damn we just enter a two for and a bitch could not be more happy. Lord so many times I seen this and it’s like mm. I know this is a Colin fic but honey u left to many stiff open w endless questions I have and probably go on a rant about but won’t just please 🙏 ring ring a sis when u got a chance. Shari shariiiii I love her yup only five secs n I’m like clap slap yuuuup. I wonder do they hang out is reader just socially awkward bc if so hot dog I found my double lol 😂 He's tall, blond, and neatly groomed. He wears a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt. Even without a tie, he carries an air of formality. The shade of the fabric brings out the lighter hue of his eyes as they scan the spacious but crowded office floor. Idk why but I was like DAMN YES 👍 like mmm found a suitable mate for reader wooo. Lord huh sounds fine. Now I really was like oh shut did he see her the contact at this moment I’m just shipping the shit of the two ( especially once he drop it like it hot w the name girrrrrl) again knowing my luck it’s a trap 🪤 n bitch need to run to CVS n stock up on my clown makeup . THE FACT OKAY REPEAT IT FOR THE BACK THIS HAPPENED HAD ME ☠️ 🪦 His lilted accent is like music. You can't help but be enthralled by it. Your mind as ever sprints ahead of you as you wonder where he's from and how he got here. BC IM SAY WAY IDK WHYYYYYYYYY BUT VOICE ALWAYS GET ME zoooooon out now after this line she says last thing she needs is this choas ( my pink glasses tilt down as I give a confused look) why she say that part 3: First impression; nooooow 👏🏼 🫰 idk about yall but tension is tight n I’m grabbing my coins bc I feel it. To meet people and to see what their worth is okay but mmmm idk 🤷‍♀️ he kinda going at it differently idk and how he said That is not my question," he closes the folder and drops it, "forgive me. You have my full attention," he steps around and leans against the desk, only a foot away from you, "describe this office in one word." Like idk much but BUTTT I’m feeling something about the way this convo turn now I’m not gonna lie I just huhhh point at him something up BUT IF ALL ELSE FAILS THE GAZE ROO THE GAZE SOMETHING UP ONCE HE HEAR THAT WORD

Part 4: Colin : I want to start by saying he diff was waiting for her like nope he jobless basically n bored so why not be a sexy creep and stalk a bitch u ain’t fucking but make sure she can hear it mmm u nasty 😷 So quickly the knife sinks back in as you find Colin standing along the other side of the hall, leaning on the railing that overlooks the lower level. He watches you as you appear. Like whooooooo does this 🫤 waits like this makes me wonder like idk maybe we discovered a im a creepy ass man kink w him bc like why or it’s enjoyment like ally all Colin she heard n now im mad pout n he all so what lalala they get n a fight n he fucks w reader bc he a dick . 👏🏼 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 why is he clocking a bitch like u a Rolex , Ally said you got pretty loaded. Andddddd you again talking about her w ally u guys really talking about her this much like who does this. And he creeeeping rooo oh my god can we find a level above steve n bucky on the god damn u is quite sneaky this never end nicknames n flirting yoooooo men just don’t HOLD UP TAKE MY POODLE HE SNAP HIS FINGER AT HER OHHHH NAH HE GONNa ( in a whisper) DIEEEEEEEEEEEE n come on this Buttercup,” he snaps his fingers, “you’re the best friend ever, you know that? So fucking chill. God, just… beautiful!” Whaaaaaat he doing n a 😘 boy what is u doin n then it hit me he got a im a horny dick kink who does that n say stuff then act like it ahhhh

Crushed 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Character: Colin Shea

Note: Things are already gettin messy.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Sunday is spent recovering. Emotionally. Physically, you feel fine. The nausea and headache fade before noon but you still feel sick. You don’t dare emerge from your apartment.

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[thatgoblin]

RE Peeps and Their Favorite Sex Positions

Because I can.

Based on this because it's hilarious.

Chris- Missionary/Doggy Style

He likes to watch your face as he fucks you. It makes it easier for him to find those spots that you love by seeing your face twist in pleasure when he finds them. Also Chris likes how deep he can go with your legs over his shoulders.

When you're fucking him (because this man needs to be pegged and fuck if those noises would send you over alone) he prefers doggy style. He falls apart quickly and can only keep his ass up for you to pound.

Leon- Stand and Deliver/The Butter Churner

Leon loves going deep as he can, holding your wrists back as you're bent over in front of him lets him go balls deep and control the speed and force. You feel so hot and tight when you're bent over that it's hard for him to control himself and not cum too soon.

When you're fucking him, he likes to be folded in half, making it intense and tight. Anything feels big when your body is constricted, but especially when you lift his pelvis and drill into him. The angle hits his prostate dead on and it takes very little time for him to cum and it usually ends up on his face.

Jill- Pretzel Dip/Table Top

When you're fucking Jill, she wants to see you, but also doesn't want just the missionary position. So she likes laying on her side as you straddle her leg and lift the other over your shoulder so she can see and feel all of you.

But when she's fucking you, she is in charge. Jill will absolutely make sure you cum hard. She doesn't mind doing a bit more work, standing up while you're laying down.

Carlos- Scoop Me Up/Cowgirl

Carlos wants to be as close to you as possible. He also likes slow sex because it feels good for longer, he never liked how it was over so quick usually. Fondling your chest and front, he'll press kisses to your neck as he rocks into you.

For when you're penetrating him, he wants to ride you. It always makes him hot when he's taking you deep inside him, going slow as he lifts himself and teases both of you before he's a mess of whimpers in your lap.

Piers- Face Off/Flat Iron

Piers loves being in control and loves when you're in control as well. With you facing him in your lap, the two of you can take turns setting the speed and force and angle while giving each other messy, desperate kisses. The man loves his kisses.

When you're on top, he prefers to be on his belly. His cock isn't hanging or being teased, meaning he lasts longer as you fuck him. With you straddling him as you lean over him, you cover more of his body and he secretly loves that because it makes him feel safe.

Claire- The Seashell/The Chairman

Claire is flexible and will use it to her advantage. She loves how open her pelvis is when she puts her feet behind her head, letting you tease and toy with her as you please. Not to mention the angle has her tight as you go deep.

But when she has you at her mercy, she wants you bouncing in her lap. Facing away means she can toy with your chest and front easily, making you desperate and needy.

Wesker- Leap Frog/None

Wesker wants you head down, ass up so he can stay in control and fuck you as hard as he wants. He'll go till you're sobbing and begging for reprieve and then go even longer till he's satisfied.

You don't fuck Wesker, he fucks you.

Nikolai- G-Whiz/Modified Wheel Barrow

Nikolai likes it simple and easy for most days and with your legs over his shoulders as he slams into you, it feels heavenly. So simple and easy but also so pleasurable. It doesn't hurt that he's able to go deep and hard either.

On the rare occasion that you fuck him, he likes to bend over to touch the floor as you plow into him from behind. The blood rushes to his head, making him a bit dizzy and more sensitive, which makes your job easy. Just grab his hips and go to town!

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[casualgay-mer]

ND suspects ranked on how headcanonly lgbt+ are they (gayscale lol) this is my reality and I do as I please

Sorry if I mess up names, I played all thr games in russian dub soooooo yeah

SCK(R): Hol and Hulk and totally gay for each other no doubt. Connie and that blondie totally have smth going on, but Connie could be bi as well.

STFD: Everyone here is as cishet as you can get. Well probs Dwayne could be bisexual (or die-sexual)

MHM: ABBY IS THE BI QUEEN AND THIS HEADCANON IS CANON TO ME!!! Others are vanilla.

TRT: mmmmmm Jaque is french, which means that he's at least bi by default. Lisa looks a bit aroace to me.

FIN: Brady gives off strange gay vibes for some reason

SSH: Johanna has some string lessabon vibes to her. Also Taylor has something queer going on 4sure.

DOG: The gay radar is silent.

CAR: Ingrid is pan, that's for sure. Joy is probably ace but hugely romantic type.

DDI: MMmmmm nope. Nothing queer

SHA: I mean, two of the culprits are getting into the relationship and the other two are well yeah... Shorty could be somewhat queer tbh

CUR: Ethel is aroace and also scary as fuck. Linda and Hugh are a couple so no. Jane is a child but I do believe smth queer will be going on for her in the future. Nigel is just a nerd, but not queer for sure.

CLK: I could totally see Emily as a lesboromantic ace. Richard is extremely queer, as well as good ol Josiah.

TRN: Tino and Gloria share a single braincell, and also super cishet and down to earth. Charleena could be on the ace side though

DAN: EVERYONE IS BI HERE INCLUDING THE FREAKIN VENDORS AND A SQUIRREL, TIS FRANCE

CRE: Quigley is mooost likely bi, and Malachi probs too, but on the homo side.

ICE: Yeaaah Comillo has some gay vibes as well as Bill and Lou.

CRY: MMMM nope, everyone here are straight af

VEN: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nah Well no! Enrico. Def at least bi.

HAU: there is a hetero love triangle and old ppl, of course everyone here is straight... ... But I need to say smth so the crow is gay.

RAN: ... ... Iiii refuse to talk abt this game bc there is literally no ppl :т

WAC: Despite some nay consider Leela bi I would disagree - I know ppl like that and she's cishet af. Mel however!

TOT: Everyone here is too depressed for my gay radar to work :^)

SHA: Yumi could be ace for what I see

CAP: nope.

ASH: Okay I am convinced that Ned could be bi, George is bi as fuck and Joe - even though he's not in the game has some queer vibes operating in his head. ALSO I BELIEVE THAT DIRDRE HAS SOME BIT OF HOTS FOR ND

TOM: Jamila is some alienkin or some shit ;^)

Havent played the other games so stay tuned }:}

[dasozelotvonnebenan]

Mmmm, many thoughts

My first thoughts were also Largos and Krait and Quaggan. You put many good words to them so I shall go for a second option.

Bäm! Woodland cascades featuring:

Centaurs because we were promised centaurs in IBS but they got covid. The war king is dead, Caudecus' bloodstone deal ended, so what's up with them now? Maybe there's a slave revolt. Who knows.

Old mursaat stuff (and a bastion of the penitent inspired Guild hall) because I felt the end of the Lazarus plot unsatisfying and Mabon's time in the light was way too short.

Quaggan because there's water. And I like them. There need to be quaggan. Hot is the best expansion because it has the highest concentration of quaggan

Old Jotun stuff because there's Jotun there in GW1.

Quetzal Tengu stuff because they're also there in GW1.

Old Asura stuff because they're also there in GW1. Rata Novus did fun Leyline stuff and worked with the Exalted. What if here we have a Rata that ended up working with the Mursaat. What if they managed to phase out their city like how the Mursaat phased out of existence.

Charr Civil War aftermath. Frost Legion split on wether they still exists or not. "Unchained" Icebrood that didn't volunteer to be icebrooded beating up "Unchained" Icebrood that did.

A wide variety of terrain, from the river delta and a hint of Maguuma wastes, to the snow edge next to drizzlewood, to the volcanic shores of the Isle of Janthir. Plenty of underwater areas.

New ways to obtain swim speed infusions because beating up the same few krait again and again is boring af.

Ooops, Xunlai Jade awakened an ancient Mursaat fortress while fucking around with Mursaat Jade Constructs.

at least one map with a map spanning meta event, but make it so that it doesn't make areas inaccessible outside of the event, I hate that.

New Raids, but also update to the old raids with a story mode because the raids are seriously cool and have some pretty important lore in them that some people just never get to see because raids are intimidating.

The maps are not built for mounts. Like I don't mean they're no-mount zones or a pain in the ass to navigate, I just mean they're built for walking and gliding first, because I'm weird like that.

Updrafts my beloved. so many updrafts.

A whole bunch of side story achievements, I love those things

Weird bugs for Gorrik. And me.

That's it for now.

GW2 people - Pitch me YOUR idea for an Expansion!

What's the theme, where are we going, what lore threads are we picking up on, what's the story premise, what mechanics do you think it could have.

I love spitballing ideas when I'm talking with friends so I'm posing the question To Everyone because I know everyone has some pet concepts floating around. As self-indulgent as you'd like, as unrealistic as you like, just throw ideas around, I wanna hear them!

The One I think I have the most rounded ideas for would be an Underwater Expansion. Picking up on the threat of whatever is terrorising the deep oceans, having some exploration of the Largos and bringing back in the Quaggan and the Krait maybe!

I love the sort of depths we get in maps like Frostgorge sound, and underwater combat has badly needed a rework and a tune up - there's loads of skills which straight up don't work and break entire builds underwater, and this would be a perfect excuse to try bring it up to speed. Maybe even make the underwater weapon sets function on land, to satisfy those who're after more weapons. You could make the maps a mix of true underwater and perhaps giant air bubble caves so you still had some land exploration even in maps otherwise set deep under the ocean. A map meta split with land phases and water phases. Additionally as personal bias wish, I'd love map event/meta design more like HoT. A map-wide Story with a few chains with specifically Build into the actual true Meta. I also simply love the idea of having a bunch of enemy designs based of the ocean and the abyss, there's so much incredible inspiration and interesting marine life. and biomes too! Give me a hydrothermal vent section in one of the maps, hell underwater 'water' in the form of brine pool 'quicksand'.

The Turtle might get some more use out of it's underwater, and skimmer would absolutely get spotlight as a skyscale isn't going to get you too far here - hell maybe even some speedy new underwater mount could be a fun addition to the roster.

I can see a plot being around trying to work with the Largos, The 'Terror of the Deep' being a danger and learning from them about how to survive the hostile environment and also convince them work with you to Hunt the 'Terror'. Maybe you come to the area of the ocean with the Quaggans and it's convincing the Largos to take them seriously as allies against whatever you're fighting? A quaggan companion character would be really fun, and you could easily bring back Sayeh al' Rajihd from the personal story given Largos involvement. I think not only would it be something very different in terms of the maps, which granted quite a few people might not like (thalassophobia reasons, or general Dislike of Water Gameplay reasons), but I think a rework of the underwater mechanics would benefit a bunch of places and it's something that really doesn't get touched outside of base game and maybe like, the Leviathans in EoD. There's so much neat creature design inspiriation swimming around out there, and I know so many people love the largos and even if not playable getting to see more of them could be neat! Also - it'd finally make all those legendary full people happy. A Legendary Aquabreather :P.

And a new suite of legendary underwater weapons since the G1 set. (and not themed pretty please make them all Unique.)

[highladyluck]

Wheel of Time 01x06 liveblog

Teaser:

Why is Alanna always eating fruit, is this a metaphor or what

Bring Your Children To Work Day is going well, I see

Shunning rituals! WE CONSTRUCT INTRICATE RITUALS TO TOUCH THE SKIN OF OUR GAY LOVER

I was promised homoeroticism and I better get it

Sea Folk? ooooh baby Siuan. Ooof, Tear really does not like channelers.

AL'NATIO!!! I guess it really is Siuan's theme, specifically. I still like my more general translation, though.

We have FISHY SAYINGS, I REPEAT, WE HAVE FISHY SAYINGS

She's so baby T_T

"Fish touch the moon's reflection every night" damn girl you got poetry and a refreshingly can-do attitude towards teaching male channelers doing the impossible

She comes, she comes! If your showverse Moiraine/Siuan fic doesn't include this phrase echoed at a crucial moment, then what the fuck are you even doing, go write Perrin/Mat instead if you need to get your gay on

THE OUTFITS

Moiraine like: "my hot GF is the pope"

Leane please step on me

Tower guards or Accepted?

Oh my god she sounds like Siuan should

Aes Sedai are unpopular, noted. Siuan like "I won't be goaded"

Siuan that's kinda fucked up, but otoh really sets up some parallels

Mmmm, a Green defending a Red (for the sake of a Green), got some shakeups in the standard politics maybe

"Laws exist to protect people from us" what an interesting thing to say- like, absolutely correct, but there are certain other countries that would say the same thing and mean it entirely differently, certain other countries that were already reminding me of Tear

Liandrin like *pouty face* "I wish mommy would yell at someone besides me"

Moiraine and Siuan staging a homoerotic drama to put Liandrin off the scent

"I will think on your penance" -> it's gonna be gay af

Why is Alanna always eating fruit, is this a metaphor or what

Tar Valon as Constantinople, I want to go to there T_T

Ooooooooh it's trauma time for my boy :) my stupid boy :) :) :)

I love how Rand is like "You'll have to go through me" and Lan is like "that's sweet but I'm going to disarm you now"

The way the black gunk interacts with the weaves almost looks like magnetic fields- kind of repelled and compelled at once- and I look forward to more special effects of that nature in future seasons [eyes emoji]

Give Barney an Oscar

"I would do it for any of you" love this Moirane and Rand sort of bonding moment

"He's stronger than he has any right to be" THAT'S MY STUPID BOY

Iiiiiinteresting so she's healed him of the dagger connection, but he can't touch it again or it's probably curtains. [So, knowing Mat, I would assume we are on track for the usual shenanigans... wait, y'all, what are the odds Mat ends up introducing the falcon to the party in this iteration? I want them to be friends.]

"Feeding on a darkness in him" wtf is that all about, though?

*nods to Rafe* This bisexual thanks you for Moiraine side butt [typing this now I have to confess that this is seared into my brain and I'm gonna be horny forever, also I originally left out those disappearing ships from my notes, which should confirm exactly how distracted I was]

When will people learn that you can't keep Moiraine in the Tower? She's like Mat, if you try to trap her she will run away

More Aes Sedai truthiness, on poor Egwene too, rude

Oh Egwene, count no one in this series dead until you see the body buried, and then check for supernatural allegiances XD

"It'll be like it never happened" Moiraine, honey, that's not how profound emotional trauma works

Moiraine like "Please don't tell anyone Perrin is a werewolf, they'd take it the wrong way"

"You masked our bond." "I'm delegating." "You're getting laid is what you're doing."

GIVE. ME. THE. GAY.

Guessing T'A'R? [later thoughts- my best guess is a ter'angreal that creates a construct space, like vacuoles or something]

Moiraine is a power bottom

yaaaaay someone is swearing by the Light!

I love the theme of untrustworthy data, incomplete information, etc

"You little pufferfish" omfg what an adorable petname for Moiraine I'm dead

"I'll kill them myself before I let him have them." yessss classic Moiraine lines

Siuan as a Dreamer? I'll accept it

eeeeey it's the plot, Dark One and the Eye of the World, which appears to be kind of Bore-like in this instance (no one make fun of the Dragon later when they make the speech, you know the one- in this turning Moiraine really is setting them up to think that!)

Moiraine like "please exile me, in any Turning of the Wheel I need to get out of this place"

"In this life or the next" MY HEART

Got some clumsy blackmail on Liandrin [The man in North Harbor- I've seen speculation this is Fain, but tbh it could be any bad guy or even related to those ship disappearances that got mentioned in the bath scene. Whoever it is, I will eat Mat's horrible coat if it's a romantic liaison.]

Moiraine gets her pun in: "A Way to surmount it"

"Confusing to have the woman and the throne named the same thing" *froths at the mouth* I *need* to write that Egwene and The Problematic Fave parallels essay, what delicious foils they are to each other

Omg, these actresses, Nyn is perfect, so is Egg

Bring Your Children To Work Day is going well, I see

Nyn vs Siuan is so fun "Then you must have very low standards"

"The Wheel doesn't care what you want, the only thing that matters is what you do" [Mat rejects your determinism! Mat rejects your determinism so hard he yeets himself out of the storyline XD]

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife

Swearing fealty on the oath rod to the judgement of the Amyrilin Seat... but Moiraine makes it VERY GAY and & specific to one person. That's a smart strategic choice, but also sets a precedent for oaths sworn to the person rather than the seat, at least if anyone else heard. [eyeballs emoji]

Shunning rituals! WE CONSTRUCT INTRICATE RITUALS TO TOUCH THE SKIN OF OUR GAY LOVER

It's Waygate time, bitches

Moiraine is such a horse girl

The gang's back together!

Am I reading too much into this or is this a ship tease between Mat and Perrin? Mat has such bisexual energy in this show and I do actually support it, I just literally can't believe I kinda ship Mat and Perrin

*Everyone* is a horse girl

WHO IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF MANDARB??? And Bela I guess

Rand's "are you shitting me" face is so good, he's like "Wait, you don't know who the Dragon is?"

"The earth itself will burn" EXCUSE ME WHY ARE WE LOOKING AT MAT RIGHT NOW XD

Nyneave asking the tough questions, as usual

Sidebar why has no one gotten Mat a better coat? There is wind in the ways, too!

Moiraine like "this is now beyond our control, the Wheel weaves as the wheel wills..." meanwhile Mat is like "Please don't make me deal with the darkness again, hahaha just kidding but actually not kidding at all." [OK, so obviously this was because Mat's actor left when Covid hit, but "You have no control and Fate is gonna chew you up and spit you out and you'll likely die if you're not the Dragon" is literally the most anti-Mat statement you could possibly make and I don't blame him for noping the fuck out. Besides, his fate is gonna find him anyway.]

Mat really is being set up as the Edmund Pevensie of the group here XD hope that deeply cursed Turkish Delight is worth it, buddy

"It's fairly obvious that one of them is the problem, and it's Mat. They should have been spending more time watching him!" - My beloved spouse, who is correct

[reaction2whatever]

Agents of SHIELD S3E12-S3E14 reaction

So I'm already in the latter half of the season. Can't believe how fast I binged this show lol. I'm obsessed.

Agents of SHIELD S3E12

-Ok. This alien warm thingy can possess people, get access to their memories, and is immune to inhuman powers

-Just Splendid. upgraded evil Ward is even more creepy.

-Hunter calling Daisy and Lincoln "shake n bake" will forever be funny to me lololol

-I'm very proud of Daisy awwww she went from "I'm a monster and everyone's at risk" to "Terrigenesis made me who I was supposed to be"

-She's come a long way in terms of self-acceptance

-Creel?? Isn't he dead? He died after touching the obelisk didn't he???

-I don't like Talbot...he's just...a whole mixed bag of sexism and racism and condescending with that "clothes from another culture is a dress and I don't wear dresses" comment...just overall ignorant and annoying. Maybe it's supposed to be a comedic moment but nah I don't accept that

-Had to admit tho, this spar between Daisy and Lincoln Sexy AF.

-Lincoln is a lucky man to be pinned by Daisy smh

-I love Hunter. He's a smart man for bringing weapons lol

-This fight between Lincoln and Daisy is mmmm

-I mean I can understand both sides honestly. Both Lincoln and Daisy have valid points so I'm neutral.

-But the way Lincoln said"I wasn't hacking my way through life" is pretty hurtful, especially to Daisy who only learned hacking to find her parents and worked really hard to become a competent agent before getting her powers.

-It's perfectly okay to have a disagreement on something but mmm... maybe i'm overthinking this lol

-I never get tired of seeing Bobbi beat up a man lol

-waiiiiittt excuse meeeee Daisy did not just took off her clothes like that omg she's way too gorgeous and way too hot to do that I CANNOT handle it

-Lincoln you lucky lucky man

-Also why do I feel like Daisy is the dominant one in this relationship since she kissed lincoln and she pinned him and she took off her own clothes....just a thought lol

-ughhh just when I thought Ward couldn't get grosser and creepier. He just did. yuck

-Where are Hunter and Bobbi going??

Agents of SHIELD S3E13

-wtf why is Bobbi former shield and captured what just happened

-Lol the way she ordered a burger while being interrogated

-Is this gonna be a Bobbi and Hunter centered episode? ahhh I'm thrilled.

-Hunter is captured too lol and talking about mushrooms. This is gonna be a rescue mission episode huh

-awww Bobbi and Hunter never went on a vacation together?

-I like the dynamic between them. They are both just such fun characters

-Thinking about Daisy saying dirty talk in Russian and that's oddly hot

-Hunter's first name is Amadeus? lol did not expect that

-"Your weakness is each other" awww I know they're in trouble but still. I think Bobbi and Hunter might be my favorite couple on this show

-"Come on Daisy you can hack the Pentagon and shake the earth. You are gonna let a few backwards letters trip you up?"

-I love Bobbi

-I also ship Daisy and Bobbi lol

-Inhuman politician and a coup in Russia...This won't end well

-I love the conversation between May and Hunter. It's very in character

-Love hacker Daisy she so cute ughh

-I have a thing for smart ladies lol

-The way two Russians are having a meeting but speaking English to each other. just does not make any sense lolol

-Oh I love Daisy fighting alongside Bobbi way too much

-ohhhhh fuckkkk so Hunter saved the president and he still got arrested?

-and Bobbi is also arrested for killing the Inhuman Russian general...

-But yeah Coulson is gonna save them right?

-Oh no what's going on why won't they escape

-This theme is going too somber to save them

-Holy fuck nooooo are they leaving the show?????

-I mean I'm glad that they get to walk free but...

-"It's the Spy's goodbye"

-oh no they are really leaving

-The way I got so emotional

-But they are such good characters???!!!

-Whyyyyyy

-ugghhhh crying rn

Agents of SHIELD S3E14

-I'm still not over Bobbi and Hunter leaving.

-LOL the way Daisy cannot follow the sciency talk between Fitz and Mack and call them the nerd herd

-Her Skye humor is still there and I love that

-Seeing Simmons blames herself for the Inhumans Andrew killed is nice

-Not that she should lame herself, but that it's nice to see that the previous events have effects on the characters and that they were given the time and attention to react. Makes these characters more human

-omfg how cool and badass is Daisy when she just stopped a whole car

-just LOOK AT HER and THAT SMILE

-Daisy Johnson Ma'am you are gorgeous and please step on me

-I can feel Fitz judging Daisy's actions and frankly I don't really feel bad for the guy

-Also I don't think Fitz gets to criticize Daisy for breaking two windows when he helped open a portal to let the body jumping super creepy monster warm that looks like Ward got to earth lol

-Also two windows are nothing compared to a whole ass building

-I miss Fitz's little drones. Feels like they appear a lot less recently

-Oh no Fitz can't die of this sticky bomb thing right???? Is Fitz gonna get a cool scar on his neck?

-Oh no they thought Mack was an Inhuman. I worry for his brother lol

-There is no way they are gonna kill off Mack but his brother is a minor role and in real danger right now

-That shotgun axe is pretty cool

-I still miss Bobbi and Hunter. Are they really not coming back?

[wandsandwheezes]

NASCAR III | G.W

WARNINGS // 6.9k // SMUT 18+, George x Reader // Fred x unnamed OC, Angry Fred, Racer!George, light angst, fighting, rough sex, soft sex, breeding kink af, mentions of alcohol, cars, sex, possession, praise kink, a (tiny) amount of degradation, oral, unprotected sex, one ass slap.

A/N // the series that nobody expected to become a series has now officially done just that. @darthwheezely​ and I do be hoes for these racer boys xoxo 🏎🦋 ILYSM PHIA MWAH <333

“Fred, have you seen my jumper?”

“Yeah, it’s on the bed, baby” he called. Fred was not often a meticulous man, but (as Lee said) ‘if the fit called for a bit of work, it was always worth it.’ 

And to Fred, going to a press conference with his exceptionally hot fiancé warranted at least basic perfection, right?

Fred made a low whistle as she came out of the bathroom, a towel around her. “Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” She came to stand in front of him, pressing one, two, three kisses to his mouth, the flavour of fresh toothpaste still on her mouth. He hummed in contentment and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Love, it’ll be fine, this will be my tenth, glorious win-“

“-and you almost got in a crash last time because you were being a tosser, remember?”

“Mmmm, that’s in the details,” he said softly. He searched her eyes and sighed, pulling her flush  into his body.

“I promise I’ll be okay this time, you know I’m a great driver and that this isn’t anything different...I still intend on marrying you in one piece, you know.” She chuckled at that and he tilted her chin up, pressing a kiss to her forehead and murmuring:

“I love you, you know that?”

“And I love you, Freddie...even though you are a tosser.” 

He slung her over his shoulder, rolling his eyes dramatically, and threw her on the bed, her giggling at the action.

“There’s my saucy little minx, now how about a pre-press test drive, yeah?...”

—

“I can’t just not go, babe.” George sighed, pushing the hair from his face, a sudden clammy feeling of his clothes against his skin indicating just how nervous he was for the up and coming press conference. 

“You’re running a fever, George, I’ll call Lee and tell him that you need the rest and that–” You rambled, pressing the cool back of your hand against his forehead, then neck and chest, feeling that thin veil of sweat forming against his hot skin.

“Don’t.” He mumbled all too abruptly, cutting your flow of words short. Furrowing your brows, you looked down at him before shaking your head. He recognised the tone at which he had spat his word, immediately pulling your hand into his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry I snapped, I know you’re only looking out for me.”

“It’s okay, Georgie, I still think you should stay here with me.” You sighed, climbing over his legs to be sat in his lap as you breathed out softly, watching as his eyes softened only for his eyebrow to raise, a smirk soon finding his lips while his hands rested on your waist.

“Any old excuse to keep me at the hotel then, eh?” George licked his lips, pulling you closer into his chest as he eyed your expression, the giggle that fell from his lips like pure music to his ears.

“I just want you better for the race, idiot.” You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, his lips finding your cheeks to pepper kisses there with a smug grin on his face.

“I think I could win this one you know, regardless of me being sick or not, I have a good feeling about it.” He hummed, forehead pressed against yours lovingly.

“What makes you say that?” You prodded, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head.

“I have one thing nobody else has; you.” He praised, only for you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath as his hands ran up your back. “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you too, George, more than you’ll ever know.”

—

The conference room was packed - that’s an understatement, really. Every journalist alive came to talk to the new dominators of modern NASCAR racing, George and Fred Weasley. Although, as George spitefully knew:

He was somewhere because of Fred. Again.

That familiar feeling of resentment threatened to bubble in the younger twin’s throat, and he immediately began to push it down. The fights, the mutual disgust and disdain - that was done now. Ten wins for Fred should mean legitimately less than nothing but excitement for his older brother. 

So why was that feeling still there? 

“Hello, everyone, I’m sorry I’m late!” Fred entered from the back of the stage, nothing but glimmer (and gloat) in the elder twin’s face. Good mood Fred could always either be an impending disaster, or one of the best things the world has ever seen.

Of course he’s late, he’s always late, George thought, before guilt immediately settled in. 

Fred took a bottle of water, winking playfully at the young lady who got him one, before settling in his seat next to George. 

“Right then, questions?” Fred boomed, that familiar sunshine of a smile very evident on his face. The man behind them, George’s manager was directing questions, and George swallowed at what questions would appear. 

“This is for Fred, do you predict another victory in this race?” The journalist asked.

Fred leaned a bit forward in his seat and dipped his mouth into the microphone:

“Does the pope wear a big hat, love?”

George however sniggered to himself at the question, holding back a laugh at Fred’s answer. Of course he would answer in the cockiest way known to man, only lighting a fire under the younger twin’s arse to kick into gear and take the baby driver down a few pegs. 

“Something funny, Georgie?” Fred turned his head slightly to the side, the smile still there, but dark eyes venturing into icier territory.

“Nothing, Brother, just think you should remember there is always tough competition, no matter how cocksure you are.” George murmured loud enough into the microphone for his words to reverberate around the room, some reporters eyeing each other before vigorously taking notes. 

Fred had been taking a sip of his water and nearly choked, eliciting a ���sorry everyone!” into the microphone. He gave George a brief side eye, but no - he wasn’t going to let him ruin his moment again. They’ve moved past this, George can have his own fun, why couldn’t he be a little confident for a change?

“Hi, this question is for George,” Fred only heard that much before a brief but very definite prickle of resentment tingled at his skin. He started to feel a bit warm but was determined to brush it off, turning towards George a bit.

“You’ve had a fantastic season these past couple years, and although you’ve lost the past ten races, you still stick to the top five - will we get our own Crimson Wonder back, or is that Fred’s title now?” 

George held back on his instinct to bite at his brother’s ego, instead taking a sip of water to collect his thoughts before speaking, his mind trailing back to the words he had said this morning; ‘I have a good feeling about this one’.

“Fred and I both train hard, as does every other racer out on that track,” George swallowed thickly before continuing his sentence, “But I think my own winning streak is far from over, who knows, as you say, you may get your Crimson Wonder back yet.” 

Fred attempted to register and probably stop the inherently blank expression on his face, but honestly? It was too much. Yes, George was great, and yes, he was proud of him but.

Why was there a deeply unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach? Twintuition as they called it was something not out of the ordinary at all - but why was it that somewhere in the back of his mind he just felt this...this negative foresight.

There was one thing Fred didn’t like more than avocados (Fred hated avocados) and that was losing.

“My baby brother, so inspirational isn’t he? Gets it from my mum, absolutely.” Fred curled his lips into his mouth, gnawing on his bottom lip, in complete understanding of what he just said. The reporters didn’t have to know that any time he brought up their age or said my mum instead of our mum, it kind of lit a match in George. 

In short, Fred knew exactly what he was doing. And George didn’t really like that, but he wasn’t about to stoop to Fred’s level and ruin his public imagery, not with his wife-to-be and his sister-in-law-to-be watching and murmuring to each other with pained faces: they knew the tension was there too, of course they had.

“I think we should leave the rest of the heat for rubber burning on the track.” The moderator cut in, taking final questions from the press aimed at the others on the panel, letting the twins simmer in their own jealousy toward one another as the conference came to a close.

The boys’ demeanours had completely shifted, George staying behind to take pictures and leave autographs for fans, smile on his face and a sense of pride in his chest, while Fred had made a swift exit in just the way he arrived, looking absolutely miserable.

—

“Georgie,” Fred called out from the locker rooms, “just what the fuck was that?” His bare chest red while he angrily scrambled to get his uniform on.

“Please,” George scoffed, zipping his uniform up calmly, before pushing his bag into his locker with ease, “I could ask you the same question.” 

“I was actually trying to give the press what they wanted, a good show, you, on the other hand, just wanted to be a proper arsehole in front of everyone.” He slammed his locker door shut, his knuckles on his hand against it surely white now from childish rage.

George closed his locker with force, not so much anger, running a hand through his hair before picking up his helmet, his tongue truly in his cheek, the angel on his shoulder begging him to stay quiet while the devil paralleled telling him that it was about time he spoke his feelings. “I’m the arsehole? Check your own actions first, mate.” 

He breathed but he wasn’t done, the words flowing like vomit as he finally let go all of the bottled aggression, “You don’t know the first thing about being a racer, how fucking tiring it is and you use it against me like its something I’m not good at and I’m fucking tired of it.” 

George went to continue, but the guilt of spitting every thought in his brain suddenly overcame him, instead he clutched at his helmet a little tighter, taking a deep breath before muttering as he walked away, “Good luck out there, you’ll need it.”

Fred stood there watching him walk away, something a bit more unfair that self-loathing and resentment lingering in his chest. It was dizzying, it was a feeling he altogether hated and actively tried to pretend he didn’t have.

Fred Weasley, in short, was guilty. 

—

The Arizona sun was beating down on the track, everyone watching on with baited breath as each car lined up on the Phoenix Raceway, engines revving in anticipation of the start of the race. Fred was clutching at his steering wheel tightly, blinkered only on one thing; winning this one. George however, knew the racers he was up against; some of the best in the NASCAR cup and even some that had been driving as long as he had been alive, was lucky to find himself there, taking a deep breath. George wasn’t a religious man but in that moment he was praying to whatever god to grant him some good luck. 

The green flag waved, signalling the start of the race, each car zooming by as the engines roared. The race was a tough one and everyone watching on knew that. The first ten or so laps went just as smoothly as planned, a backhaul crash in the 18th lap just missing the twins, but nevertheless cutting the number of racers pretty much immediately in half. 

George grew more confident as he crept up the rankings, sitting comfortably in about 6th place for a grand majority of the race, while Fred trailed much behind him in about 8th place. The tension of the conference had truly stumped the older twin, pushing him to want to be up in the top dogs, but to no avail, every attempt was blocked for him. 

The final three laps, George was in fourth and Fred was nowhere to be seen, well sat in his 11th place, seething at his inevitable loss. The younger twin was content with his placing, watching the third place drop down to 5th pushing him into the top 3. George swore he felt every single beat of his heart as he zoomed past the lap line. Two to go. Third place was enough for George, especially in a race like this. He zoomed past the lap line again. White Flag. Last chance.

In a flash, a car from behind George pushed forward, striking the first place car, sending three cars spiralling off the track leaving behind only dust sparks and fire in their tacks. It didn’t click for George that he had passed the finish line in 1st place until it blared through his headset.

“I fucking did what?” He shouted as he continued speeding around the track, the confirmation of his win ringing through his ears as he let out a loud but satisfied yell, the stress of weeks of losses finally leaving him in an exhale, welcoming the new feeling of pride. 

Fred in the heat of the crash had fallen to 12th place, pushing him to be the last of all the cars on the track past the finish line - a loss he was not ready to accept no matter how much pride beamed from him hearing the news that the winner had been his own twin brother. 

—

“George, how does it feel to have a trophy back?” 

“Honestly, it feels so surreal - I’m so grateful for my team, crew, and absolutely amazing fiancée, Y/N - I love you so much, baby,” he shouted over the noise, cameras completely swamping the victory stage and hallway down to the bar. He had everything he could’ve wanted, you, a real win again, happy sponsors - but there was one thing missing.

Fred. Where was Fred? Did it really matter? He knew he hadn’t placed very far, but surely he wouldn’t be that angry would he? But then - no. No, George won, he deserved to win again after Fred had been hogging all the sunny days and he was still supportive. So where was his twin now? Even after everything.

He stopped you on his arm and said: “actually, there is one more person I really do have to thank.” He faced directly towards the camera, you utterly confused.

“Thank you, Freddie, for being the best supportive big brother a guy could ask for. You’ve always been a winner to me.” And with a shaky swallow, knowing he wasn’t here, knowing he probably could give a shit whether George thanked him or not, he went off with you on his arm to have a drink.

God knows he needed it.

—

The older twin sat in the lockers, his elbows resting on his knees, his bare arms and chest tensing periodically with pure and spiteful rage. What the absolute fuck had he done differently? He had been on his highest alert, his most pristine focus, what went wrong? 

He didn’t crash, he didn’t bitch and moan to his pit crew, he didn’t fly off the handle - yet - so why did he get the curt, “I’m sorry, son, we all lose sometimes,” from Vinnie, his new manager like it was just normal. 

Fred Weasley didn’t lose. Especially not after a ten time winning streak, no, he refused. 

So there he sat, knowing his fiancé was probably making excuse after excuse as to why her husband had fled the cameras and the questions, why he wasn’t congratulating his brother on his fantastic win - but he didn’t have the energy to feel guilt. All he felt was loathing. He barely didn’t register the soft clicking of his soon to be wife’s heels clacking against the tile floor. 

“Fred Weasley, what the fuck are you doing naked in the locker room, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said with great exasperation. She looked stunning, in that pretty little two piece skirt and black crop number, not at all like a woman frantically in search of her formula 1 MIA husband. 

“You look great, sweetheart,” he mumbled, barely looking up at her before getting up and turning to his locker, getting out his change of clothes. She watched his back ripple with tension and at the sight alone felt her thighs break for a second.

“So were you planning on telling me where you were or just sulking in here?” 

“I was taking a shower, actually...I don’t get why you’re so pissed at me.” He snapped, not even bothering to turn around. 

“I’m ‘pissed’ at you because your brother loves you and you’re in here acting like a five year old who got his teddy taken away from him.” She retorted. Fred turned around then, slamming the locker door shut for the second time that day, the sound echoing in the bathroom. 

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” He seemed to punctuate every word in the sentence, but his voice very quiet - too quiet. 

“You’re - just get your clothes on and knock it off, Weasley,” she scoffed, trying to walk off the very minor but very palpable fear she felt, and the evident arousal pooling in her thighs. Fred, unfortunately, knew this, and in Fred fashion, was feeling quite a good many ways about this. 

“Get your ass back here, right now, sweetheart,” he snapped, his volume gaining to a low roar. When she kept on walking to the door, his long legs loped to a brisk walk in front of the doorway, right in front of her. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath for a second until she exhaled, and his thumb came up to grace her bottom lip.

“Open,” he said quietly, and then she did listen, her lips opening up to his thumb immediately. He always did this mannerism, when he said open he’d open his mouth too, almost showing her how she needed to be before usually saying “theeere, it is” but right now, he was silent, his mouth pressed in a thin line. 

But then she bit. And hard. Pushing him off her and making him gasp, her heels clicked down the tile as fast as she could walk. But Fred wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. In an instant he threw his elongated and toned arm out to grab her waist, pulling her back into the wall, caging her in his hold.

“You’re being an absolute twat, you know that?” She spat. He delicately slapped the side of her face and squeezed her cheeks to form an o.

“And you’re being a prissy little bitch, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” He said harshly, scanning her eyes before yanking her in for a kiss. She immediately released a desperate moan into his mouth and he slid his hand through her hair and all the knots and tangles possible to reach the back of her head. His other hand slid down up her skirt to grope her thigh, hoisting her legs around his waist. 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, I swear,” she breathed out, before his lips messily met hers. He always kissed with his jaw, she noticed that, when he’d hit his strong jaw out to move with her and nuzzle her face and then she always moaned like she was doing now.

In an instant he was carrying her back towards the shower, the shuffle of so many movements causing the towel around his waist to fall off.

“You ready to take a winner, baby?” 

— 

After a couple of drinks it was safe to say that you and George had gotten a little closer than you usually would have sober. He wasn’t even tipsy, feeling no more than the pride of his win but even with that he wasn’t going to ignore the fact that his girl was practically purring for him while clinging to his arm. You were so desperate to pull him in for a kiss, hell you probably would have let him have you in the hall out of pure lust for your husband-to-be.

It had been so long since you’d seen him smile the way he was now, pride radiating off his skin alongside the heat of his lingering fever, making you remember that not only had he won the hardest race he’d ever driven, but he’d done so while sick. A smirk spread over your lips as you went to push up on your toes, lips pecking a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“What’s that for, angel?” He smiled down at you, his lips now ducking down to press a loving kiss to your forehead. 

“Just a taste of how I’m gonna congratulate my winner later.” You mumbled playfully as his arm snuck around your waist to pull you in tighter, leaning to whisper in your ear as his lips grazed over your earlobe.

“Guess I should think about getting you to bed then, yeah? That what you want bub?” He pulled away from your ear with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

You nodded bashfully, letting him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the rosy hue on his cheeks apparent just from being close to you, in this moment. George didn’t care about the press or his manager or really even the win anymore, not when he had you right in front of him, begging him short of being on your knees. 

He made an excuse, whatever it had to be to get you alone, to get away from the champagne, cameras and chatting. His jacket was draped over your shoulders as you found your way out of the celebration lounge, giggling like teenagers as you walked hand in hand to his car, the echoes of laughter humming around the underground car park before he had you trapped between his body and the passenger side door.

“I can’t wait to get you back to our room.” He mumbled, lips just hovering inches away from yours. His hand slipped just under the hem of your top, his hot touch sending sparks flying through you.

“The things I want you to do to me, Weasley.” You breathed out, hand reaching behind his head to pull his lips down to yours, letting him leave no gaps between you, him and his car. 

“Oh yeah?,” he murmured breathlessly, nose knocking against yours, “Like what, princess? Don’t be shy, we have a whole journey for you to run that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’ll ruin me one day if you keep talking like that, George.” 

“I think I’ll ruin you tonight instead, love.” 

—

“Freddie, please-“

“No, I’m not stopping until you cum on me, princess, I deserve that much,” he snarled, his cock rippling through her over and over. He had intended on fucking all his anger out on her ever since he pushed her into the shower, everything only mouths and melded hands. 

“Feels - feels so good, Freddie” she whined, her legs barely able to sustain being wrapped around him. His hips whipcracked into her at an entirely new angle, prompting her to mewl and claw at his back like a cat. 

“Oh my poor baby, can she not take my cock? Would another racer do a better job at - “ he pushed deeper into that new spot, her mewls and whines turning to wanton cries. “ - stretching you out instead of me?”

“No one can do this, Fred, I promise, love,” she murmured, her eyes rolling vacantly to the back of her head. He sensed her climax was arriving soon, she was like butter under his hot embrace.

“Look at me,” he growled, squeezing her face and tilting it upwards. “I want to see my prize when she makes a mess everywhere, you hear me, princess?” Her widened eyes bore into his deep chocolate ones and when she finished, she truly could not look at anything else except him, it was always him and only him that made her feel like this. 

“Thaaaat’s it, baby, look at you, being such a dirty little girl for me. You like making messes for me, princess?” He cooed, his soft and caring tone a total opposite to the way he pulled out and slammed back in, making her scream and be flush against him. 

“M-mhm,” she murmured, Fred shaking his head as he chuckled, carrying her dripping out of the shower, still inside her. “Do you want me to take you off?” He whispered, the anger still in his throat, but...she would always be more important. Making her feel safe was always important, even in the worst of his rage. Fortunately, she nodded at him and kissed his jaw, a soothing gesture that always meant she loved him, everything was okay, he didn’t hurt her. He smoothed the top of her wet hair down and gave the top of her head a kiss, his ring finger stroking against the centre of her spine.

But then, a certain thought excited him blackly. 

“Baby…who put that ring on you?” He asked pensively. No, he didn’t win that idiotic fucking race, and no, he didn’t beat his brother in this race but - he still won her. He suddenly felt his dick twitch deep inside her and he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sudden awareness of her engagement ring digging into his shoulder. He fully stopped looking at the ground and the towel on the locker hanger, reaching for it and dropping it flat on the ground.

“F-Freddie?” She asked weakly.

“Mhm?”

“What - what are you doing?” She released a high pitch whine at the feeling of Fred twitching again, and at that he flipped her over on the towel, backside up, his cunt and his ass being fully presented to him like that. And then he moaned, his eyes shutting after and his jaw rolling when he saw her buck her ass up to try and meet him wherever he was behind her. 

“God, you are just a good for nothing little Formula 1 whore aren’t you?” He breathed out, his hands sliding to cup her ass and squeezing, relishing in the scarlet rash of skin that came and went with a blink of an eye. 

“You’d like to think so,” she quietly quipped, his hands suddenly freezing on her ass.

“Oh...is that so? Well, then…” and at that he slowly began to squeeze again until she was squirming, then bringing his hand down to the centre of her ass, a loud smack echoing in the room. She cried into the towel and bucked her ass towards him once again. 

“Yes, yes, I’m a Formula 1 whore,” she wept, Fred chuckling and positioning his cock at her entrance, just barely letting his tip brush her cunt.

“What if I just stayed here, hmm? Didn’t even let you have my cock, just gave you a taste of what it would be like to get fucked by me and go use another checkered flag slut instead, that sound good, baby?” He said crisply, trying not to let the tortured feeling of his cock get to him. 

“Fred, I-“ and with a final growl, Fred pushed himself to the brim inside her once more. She cried out his name into the towel, his free hand not bracing himself from behind pushing her head into the towel. He was devouring every noise that came from her mouth, mostly strained cries and pants that registered with every crack of his hips inside her. He felt her near her release again, his as well, his hips losing tempo.

“Gonna marry you and stuff you with aaaall my babies, isn’t that right princess? Gonna make my trophy wife swell up, you won’t be able to even fathom seeing that pretty pussy of yours in the morning” He panted, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her - in his - cunt. 

“Please, wanna be so full, of your...of your babies, Fred,” she whimpered, his name falling from her lips like alphabet soup as she, with a final rock of her ass against him, came undone around him. He gripped her hips and with a sharp “I love you, fuck” followed her in the same way, his hips rolling ever so gently back into her to soothe their highs.

After a moment he pulled out of her, dismantling the baby hairs sticking to her forehead out the way, pressing kiss after kiss there. 

“Weasley, you got any car plush toys on you by chance?” She quipped, prompting a grin from Fred and a chaste kiss to her lips and nose.

“No, but the Babies R Us near home might…”

—

The second you were parked up, George had his hand snaked around the back of your neck pulling you in to peck your lips over and over, warm and comforting giggles slipping from your lips between every kiss. The trip up to your room took twice the time it would usually take, stopping frequently to evade the hotel staff, as well as missing your floor entirely in the elevator; too distracted by the taste of his lips and the way his hands gripped desperately at your hips.

Once well inside your hotel room, you found yourself underneath him, hair sprawled out beneath you as he marvelled at your beauty. A toothy grin spread across his lips before his head ducked down to press a kiss just below your ear, sucking a deep purple mark against your warm skin as a giggle erupted through his throat, the vibrations causing you to do the same, hands pressed against his shoulders to push him away. 

“Good lord, woman, I love you.” He breathed out, his lips moving to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed out a moan as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as he pushed it up your torso and over your bra, exposing the plain but gorgeous lace.

His lips soon pressed against your exposed skin, sucking mark after mark down the valley of your breasts, humming in satisfaction at the way you writhed beneath him as your hands wove through his soft, ginger locks, tousling them perfectly as you giggled together.

“You may have won today, Georgie, but I’m winning now.” You whined, keeping him pulled close to you as his free hand snuck just underneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against your sensitive clit as he swallowed each and every moan, taking pleasure in slipping the flimsy lace to the side to sink his fingers into you quickly and with no mercy, letting you chant his name as you begged for more. 

It didn’t take much for him to oblige, hardly pulling away from you to slip his cock free, teasing your entrance for a moment before he was pushing slowly into you, letting you get used to the feeling of the first few inches, only for him to pull back out, chuckling darkly at the way you writhed against the sheets. “Baby please, don’t tease me like that.” 

He pouted mockingly, dipping his head down to press a slow and intimate kiss to your lips, nose nudging against yours before he mumbled into the kiss, letting you lean into it. “As you wish, princess.” 

Almost all at once, you felt him move your hips to the right position, continuing to tease you as he sank slowly into you, not daring to pull away again as he eyed the way your face contorted with pleasure, your hands slipping under the thin t-shirt, he wore, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room, your nails dragging down the freshly exposed skin, pulling a groan from him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, bub, gonna make you scream and give you a baby.” He groaned, hands pressing your head down to the mattress as he cradled it, hot breath fanning over your face as his slow thrusts pulled moan after moan from you.

His strong arm hooked underneath you, pulling you up and into his chest, as his hips continued in pushing in and out of you at the most antagonising pace. He smirked at the way your head immediately fell to rest on his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut from the new angle. 

“Bet you’re loving this aren’t you? Not so bold anymore, angel.” His gravelly voice rumbled through your ear, hand gripping that little bit tighter as he felt your small shallow breaths growing deeper at the intensely slow lovemaking you were far from expecting tonight.

“I’m still bold.” You whispered, nudging forward to pull his earlobe between your teeth before peppering sloppy, wet kisses along his neck.

“Funny one, love.” He smirked, beginning to pick the pace up a notch, enough to bring the hanging release down on you, pushing you to be clenching around him as you begged for it. “I knew you’d like that.”

He had a way of completely dumbfounding you, making you lost for words, finding yourself against the sheets fully again, this time he had hooked your legs over his shoulders only to lean down and press his lips to yours, all the time his skilled fingers toyed with your clit. 

You felt as if every sense had been awoken, stimulated by his very touch like a fire had been lit around you, pulling you into the embrace of the flames as you found yourself screaming his name, the inevitable high falling over you.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” He breathed heavily, his lips pressing to your forehead as he continued to ride out your high, his own release painting your walls as he fucked it into you, pulling true on his promise of filling you up.

You felt so full, his love washing through you from head to toe as he lazily kissed you, slipping your legs off his shoulders to pull you back into his arms, keeping himself bottomed out inside of you. 

“I’m dead serious about giving you a baby, princess.” He chuckled, hand trailing up and down your back as he traced languid shapes into your soft skin.

“Good, I’m dead serious about having your baby.”

—

Fred knocked on the door, his foot tapping on the carpet outside George’s hotel room. He was always a fidgety man, but today would be all too different for the eldest Weasley twin. 

He knocked once more, altogether considering just going home and leaving a lengthy but probably nonsense voicemail, if not entirely fueled by alcohol then by sheer force of nature that was his fiancé alone. 

He had decided on giving up, his legs stretching as he turned around. But then the door opened, the equally messy haired ginger behind it looking so much calmer and more serene than Fred ever could. 

“Heya, Georgie,” Fred breathed out. George would never have said it out loud, but Fred looked like absolute death. He could tell his older brother had gotten little to no sleep, his eyes sunken in. He knew Fred was hurting, and George never was one to rub it in. If anything, George would always be the one who understood him the most, they rarely ever had to apologize to each other for things like this, their souls simply understanding when pain was evident. 

“Morning, Freddie…” George spoke warmly, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment, smiling lazily at his twin as he pondered his next move. “D’you wanna come in?” 

“Yeah...yeah, that’d be nice,” he swallowed, smiling softly at his slightly younger (but in many ways, much older) twin. 

George stepped aside, letting his brother in as he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together, a smile that rounded his cheeks on his face as he sensed the awkwardness in the room. This wasn’t like them at all. “Everyone missed you yesterday, Fred, parties aren’t the same without you.”

“As in, no one drank all the rum and Coke at the party without me is what I’m hearing?” He cracked a small smile, attempting to avoid as much eye contact with Georgie that wasn’t necessary. 

“George, I’m so sorry.” He said softly, his jaw stilling. 

“You don’t have to apologise, Fred.”

“No, but I do. I...I know how special being behind the wheel is to you, and you’re right. I don’t know what it means to win, at least not like you, and...George, you’re my best friend, stupid.” He aggressively wiped under his eyes. “I want to be happy for you and lately I haven’t even been thankful for you and that isn’t fair, mate, I...I love you. So much.”

“I feel like I was losing you there, Freddie, I’ve hardly seen you, we don’t talk unless it’s a press conference and just… Fuck I hate this, I miss being able to call you and talk about all the dumb things we can do together.” George sighed, looking up to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

Fred’s, however, were already hitting the ground. “I hate it too, Georgie...I hate it so much. It’s fun, being a racer like you - with you - but I just...I want to fix your tires again, man” he tearfully chuckled, watching George do the same. “I want to say stupid shit like ‘baby brother, your blinker fluid is out’ over the headset and listen to you cuss me out, and I want to be able to know I’m still on your team at the end of the day.” He curled his lip inward. “That’s all I’ve wanted. Is to be on your team.” 

“You have no idea what it’s like to win without you, when you’re out there making sure that everything is okay I just know my big brother is there looking out for me and I miss it, I miss telling everyone that it was you who made it possible, Freddie, you’re my star man.” George smiled, scratching his arm nervously, wanting nothing more than for things to be like old times.

Fred let out a breathy laugh, his eyes still brimming with fresh tears. “I’m the last one to thank, you big wanker, I don’t drive the damn thing constantly, that’s all you and your foolishness.” He swallowed. “I just...if you’ll have me back, I already talked to the Wood Brothers and everything but um...there’s a deal where I would be able to also drive once a month or so, and be your Pit Crew Pit Bull the other races. If that was okay with you - I want to be there with you again.” His knee bounced in the silence, his guilt and fear bouldering in his throat.

“I’d want nothing more than to have you back, I think it’ll be good for you to still stay driving, you have to get that adrenaline fill somewhere… I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you, proud of what you’ve achieved.” George smiled, the toothy grin brightening up the room as the awkwardness seemed to fade. “Even though you do become a cocky bastard sometimes.” 

Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes. “One does not become a cocky bastard, Georgie-kins, one is a cocky bastard...also, I have to be,” he said getting up and moving to where George was sitting. “if I’m going up against my snot-nosed little brother who’s getting married and is going to expect me to babysit for a thousand hateful children,” he waggled his eyebrows and threw a pillow at him. “But thank you...I mean that. You know you’re easily the best on that track every time. Every time. I’m...I'm proud to be your twin, Georgie.”

“I don’t know how I survived without your brilliant humour gracing us all, Freddie, I truly missed the inspiring wit,” George chuckled, gently nudging his twin with his fist, “After all, you’re not too bad of a brother to have, not everyone can be me but you’re as close as anyone’s gonna get.” He smirked, eyebrow raised as he looked over to his twin.

“I truly am so distraught I did not destroy you in the womb when I had the shot, but here’s to the wish anyway,” full on slamming George in the face with the pillow and howling at the action. “Top that, bitch,” he barked.

“It’s on now.” George laughed, throwing the pillow back at his brother, sending an eruption of laughter echoing around the hotel room, the two boys flinging cushions around like there was no tomorrow.

But the laughter didn’t end, only continuing as loud roars and giggles as time passed. You found yourself swinging your legs out of bed, trudging towards the source of the noise, only to find feathers everywhere and the twins laughing together in a childlike manner. “Could the two of you be any more loud?” 

“Sorry, baby… didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N.” Fred chimed in.

“You’re damn lucky it isn’t early, Weasley.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you shuffled off towards the warm embrace of the morning shower, thankful to see the twins as they should be, happy and together once again.

A/N //  so phia and i have pretty much decided that we’re gonna keep this going so... part IV coming sooooon ;))))

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Law and Order SVU: Rafael Barba in Every Episode     ->Beautiful Frame - S14EP11

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Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*In true Rocki fashion I decided to do holidy prompts late af & did not finish in time for the main Holiday but w/e! Note, there is some backstory here bc this was set to be the 1st of 3 holiday prompts!** ___________________________________________________

Sunday, December 14TH, 4PM 

“Alright, so you wanna hear some bullshit?!”

K, well that’s apparently Jimin, musing around a mouth full of fries! I love how no one even bothers to knock, give notice they just show the fuck up! Whenever...

Cute.

I swear it sounds like your running a damn liquor store because there’s an obnoxious amount of bells and mistletoe hanging above the door almost acting as a doorbell at this point. Just casually Fa-la-laing together, echoing throughout your entire apartment every damn time the door opens! Honestly, your slowly regretting giving Jin and Tae free reign with decorations because that shits annoying as all hell!

Gaze still focused on your original task, not even looking in his direction “Don’t trip over the-“ There's a loud thud, followed by an obscene groan, accompanied by an even louder “Fuckkk!” Which solidified he did in fact trip over the ....

“....Box with Jin’s other Christmas tree in it ...” The words kinda died off your tongue at this point because well, clearly the warning did not fare well! “If anything’s broken I’m totally snitching just so we’re clear” Sassing over a half empty glass of spiked eggnog.

Now that you’ve finally looked at him, you find yourself hiding a smirk behind your cocktail as well! The boy is fine, you’d give him that! Looking like a model off duty, in his low cut white v, neck hidden beneath a distressed leather jacket! Topping off the look with a pair of chunky combats and disrespectfully tight dark wash denim jeans! I swear they damn near looked painted on, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose! Gucci backpack slung over his shoulder, Starbucks in one hand, and some brown bag full of grease in the other! Jimin recently went back red, looking dangerously close to the same 18 year old you met, at UCLA almost years ago now!  Just a boujier version, it’s like this Jimin’s from Calabasas instead of the Bay! Though your down for both options if we’re being real!

Not that Jimin’s not equally as good of company as well, you were honestly just expecting Tae! The two of you were starting to put together the gift bags for next week's holiday party! Hints the hot ass mess all over the floor of your living room, it’s a disgusting pile of shopping bags and boxes! Everything from Amazon to Saks Fifth, at this point you aren’t even sure where the fuck your floor starts or ends! One thing you do know for damn sure is Hobi’s going to have an aneurysm If he sees it! Sooo, hopefully Tae shows up sooner than later...

It’s become a tradition, or at least since the companies been profitable enough to do so! First off, you’re love language has always been a combination of “Gifts” and “Acts of service, so shit like this is essentially second nature!

However, quality time has slowly slipped its way into the mix over the past couple of years as well! Especially considering it’s almost a luxury for the seven of you at this point but you try not to complain! I mean Namjoon and yourself just did an interview last week for Forbes 30 under 30 for fucks sake! But anyway, like I was originally saying this little party is your way of trying to give your staff a combination of all 3 said love languages!

Above everything else you all work your asses off well, aware this is far from a 9-5, yet they give you their best constantly! Yeah, it was built on the backs of you and your boys but it wouldn’t be were it is now without everyone else! So, with that being said the schedule is as follows! 

1.Bust ass and hit all of your year end deadlines by December 22nd. 

2.The holiday party is on the 23rd...

3. Thennnnnn....after that the companies closed until the 2nd of January! 

Well kinda, if we’re being real the 7 of you never fully stop working, but you damn sure plan to try! I guess it’s the beauty and the curse of having damn near everything accessible on your phone! I swear this morning Joon was washing your back whilst you read him the latest profit/loss update from Jin soooo......that’s that!

Everyone else however....off duty with pay!

Which brings us back to the original task at hand before Jimin showed up,prepping the gift bags that get handed out at said holiday party! The invite list is pretty exclusive honestly,outside of your staff, and there plus one, the other guests are typically the immediate crew/ talent used throughout the year on various productions! Oh, there’s also special little packages mailed out to a couple of the company's sponsors as well! So all together were looking at at least 100 gift bags give or take! Of course at this stage you guys go all out but that’s not what it’s about! It’s legitimately the thought that counts!

Little gestures like this just remind people that you care,that they’re on your mind even if they aren’t currently doing you a favor! That’s what sets Onyx apart, all the little things you do without even thinking about it! Coffee, donuts, catering on set for long shoots,or even the little kits Jimin brings with him to set for the models! Fully stocked with soothing cream, heating pads, the full nine! It’s actually sad how much of a rarity it is in your line of work! 

Obviously, it goes without saying that those types of gestures aren’t feasible for everyone....However there’s companies worth more than you that do amples less!

But anyway back to Jimin and Tae! As I mentioned when the door originally opened you were expecting a mop of silver locks as opposed to red! Baby boy ran out to pick up the custom gift bags from this Indie vendor in WeHo. Hint’s why you were expecting Tae instead, now, why Jimins here I have no damn idea! Clearly we’re about to find out and apparently it’s “Some Bullshit!”

Honestly outside of checking his OOTD you didn't truly look at him. Far too busy propped on top of your oversized dining room table sorting through a manusery of  “Thank you” cards!

Eyes flicking to the left ever so slightly as you hear him shuffle closer “I-yeah sure what bullsh-wait are you eating my DoorDash?!”

It’s the way you constantly have to remind yourself that jail will not be like Orange is in the new black! Because I swear you damn near chucked this martini glass at that fire engine red dome of his!

Jimin just shrugs, a little nonchalant and unenthusiastic, almost as if he’s inconvenienced actually...

“Mmm, depends on perspective” He deadass just stuffed two more fires in his mouth! You're literally going to strangle him! It’s borderline painful how hard  your jaw tick, eyes narrowed in his direction!

Brows arched so damn high your gonna end up needing Botox from the permanent crease embedding within your skin. “Perspect-your literally eating-“

Holding a solitary finger in your direction “Tae just text me and said look at your phone and text him back...with like, a million pouty faces. Also, different note, who changed the decorations I placed on the mantle?! “

Jimin’s hand is now resting on his hip, legitimately angry about these damn decorations! I think his neck even did a couple rolls in the process, and I’m willing to bet,before he leaves they will be swapped out again!

A frustrated groan attempts to leave your throat  though it goes unacknowledged as your lacking any ounce or bite! Far too fond of both of your boys to truly be agitated at the moment! Actually that’s a lie, you high key wanna punch Jimin but it’s fine ....

“That, would be Jin, he said they clashed with the table decor” Pointing to all of the gold, and maroon colored decorations donning the marble coffee table “So, if your pissed go curse him out because I could give less than a damn! Now where the fuck is my phoneeee”

Hopping off the table causing your oversized UCLA Alum hoodie to hike over your ass. Said ass is covered or barely covered considering your cheeky, red, ruffle little panties are in fact assless! A cute little bow perched right on top of your tailbone, as if to direct the eye where to go….

Jimin is now choking on stolen fires and yeah there’s a smirk on your face as you grab your phone!

Mmmmhmmmm...and to think, maybe if he wasn’t being such a brat you’d let him unwrap one of his gifts a little early!

“Baby now he’s calling meeee” Anddddd he’s whining, wiggling his phone like it’s on fire! Ya know, moments like these in fact remind you that Tae and Jimin are the youngest!

“Oh for fucks sake!” Huffing in his direction snatching the phone and bag of Five Guys away in the process!

“Yes baby?” It’s actually terrifying how quickly your tone, and entire demeanor just switched! Somewhat reminiscent to how you’d see a mom scold one child then baby talk another all in the same breath! 

Jimin without a doubt noticed too, lip jutting out in a pout and no matter how many times you roll your eyes you still find yourself leaning forward kissing it right off! He moans into it and you Instantly taste the tangy seasoning from your fries, especially once he tries to swipe his tongue past the seam of your lips. The feeling of that tiny piece of metal playing in his mouth almost distracted you, but alas...the notion immediately reminds you why you were irked to begin with! Without even thinking you lean back into nipping at his bottom lip, though...this is Jimin we’re dealing with here! So whatever you thought you’d achieve is now dead, because a needy little whine just rustled in the back of his throat 

Speaking of love languages,there’s another called “Physical Touch” which has the words Jimin Park written all over it. So with that being said you really should’ve already been prepared for whatever’s about to unfold.

It’s subconscious at this point, head dropping down to the crook of your neck, nosing up a vein like a neglected puppy! Squeezing your waist hard enough to damn near engrave his thumb print in against your hip bones! Well, clearly he doesn’t want you going anywhere anytime soon!   

So what do you do instead? Place the bag of food on the bar, hold the phone in one hand and bring the other up to play in his freshly dyed locks! I swear this man is a second away from purring so maybe he’s not a puppy after all. Suddenly his ring clanned fingers trickle down your spine heading south, flexing his palm to squeeze down around the swell of your ass! Shifting you forward so your chest to chest...

So, here you are trying to cater to both of your boys at once...lord help you!

“No, of course I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just busy-yes Tae. You wanna put what in a what,Now?”

~~~~~

Hiii, as I mentioned above this was kinda last minute, I wrote out prompts on the 21st, then adult life kicked in. I actually had my own little office Christmas party to plan (Nothing on this scale obviously because well, we know the way the real world is rn) However because of that I couldn’t truly work on this until the 24th. However it’s been a long time since I wrote/wanted to write so I opted to just post it anyway! Hopefully the full thing will be up by the 28th at the latest.

I have also attached the overall masterlist for this AU!

7 DEEP