#my jaw dropped at his goal

[choccorin]

finished the new ep :3

[talentforlying]

one of these days i'm going to write up all that i've changed from azzarello's bullshit era and the one (1) piece i've kept from milligan (and also changed) and the only thing currently stopping me is that it is going to be so, so inside-baseball incomprehensible. and i almost never want to go reading/screencapping azzarello and milligan to add references but i Want to add references.

canon is goop, just know that we continue to ride the bus down "hellblazer ended at #250 and looks like swiss cheese before that" street.

[foldingfittedsheets]

One of the most memorable speeches I've ever heard was given at my beloved's graduation. They attended a pretty crunchy school natural medicine. They went for acupuncture but they also had many degrees including nutrition, naturopathic medicine, and most importantly to this story: midwifery.

The common consensus across campus was that the midwives operated on their own frequency which is a nice way to say they were usually really weird, even by the standards of a pretty alternative crowd of people. Not weird in a bad way. But weird nonetheless. They straddled the boundary between life and death and it changed them.

I had never experienced a midwife before the ceremony which is why I didn't think anything of the fact that a midwife stepped up to give the graduation speech. My friends nearby had a stir of repressed amusement and elbowing each other which did puzzle me slightly.

The speech began as a story, which I heartily approved of. The midwife related an experience in which a woman told her that during her first birth she had screamed too much and used up her energy in that instead of pushing and the midwife, to the collective masses assembled to watch a solemn ceremony, said, "I told her this time she would need to scream with her vagina."

The audience was slightly stunned by this, myself included. I scanned the crowd to see dropped jaws and wide eyes. It was such a bold statement to make in an academic setting and no one quite knew what to make of it.

The midwife continued unperturbed.

She related that many dads didn't know what to do during the birthing process and that this particular dad chose to chant over and over, "You're gonna be huge, you're gonna be huge," as his wife screamed with her vagina to birth their child. The midwife mused that she didn't know if he was talking to their child or his wife or if he even registered what he was saying in that moment.

Then the subject strayed toward how the student body had strained and striven toward this goal, this endgame that was the result of sleepless nights, hard work, and camaraderie. The speech seemed to have moved onto more solid ground and traditional graduation reminiscences. The crowd settled, thinking the worst had passed.

But as the midwife wrapped up she said, "As you go forth into the world, pushed out by this noble institution to help the masses, just remember one thing," she paused and the audience held their breath while the beat drew out before she finally whispered:

"You're gonna be huge."

There was a roar of astonished laughter as her speech neatly tied their graduation into a metaphor for being birthed unto the world and we finally understood the point of her anecdote.

The speech lives in infamy in all our collective memories. Years later my beloved's dad will still be like, "Remember that bizarre graduation speech?"

And it was. It was bizarre. But I'll say this. I've attended a lot of graduations, and I don't remember any of the speeches half so well as I do that one.

[readwritealldayallnight]

When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.

The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.

“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.

“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.

Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.

When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.

Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.

“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.

“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”

“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”

At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.

Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.

“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.

“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.

“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”

“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.

“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.

“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”

Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.

“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.

The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).

Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.

“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.

“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”

“…”

“You what?!”

[pucksandpower]

So Good to Her

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: the public reacts to the TikTok challenge you and Charles inadvertently participated in

Read So Good to Me (about the TikTok challenge) here

The TikTok that the British influencer posted of his encounter with you and your incredibly generous boyfriend quickly goes viral, racking up millions of views, likes, and comments within mere hours.

It spreads like wildfire across social media platforms, with people sharing it on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook — even LinkedIn of all places. Everyone marvels at this mystery woman with the boyfriend of all boyfriends who casually sent her €10,000 just to buy a pair of shoes.

In a cozy London flat, a group of university students and diehard Charles fans gather around a laptop, eyes wide as they watch the now-viral video for the umpteenth time.

“I can’t believe Charles has a secret girlfriend!” Megan, a petite blonde wearing a red Ferrari cap, exclaims. “How did we not know about this? We follow his every move!”

Her best friend Ethan nods in agreement, his brow furrowed. “Seriously, who is this girl? She’s drop dead gorgeous and apparently Charles is just casually sending her 10 grand for shopping sprees?”

“Okay but like, goals though,” Lexi chimes in dreamily, clutching a Charles Leclerc poster to her chest. “Imagine having a boyfriend who’s not only mega hot and talented but also spoils you rotten. She’s living the dream.”

Ethan scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, he can’t just throw money around like that. I bet this whole thing was staged for clout.”

Megan shoots him a withering glare. “Don’t be ridiculous. What would be the point? Charles is already one of the most popular drivers on the grid, he doesn’t need to pull PR stunts for attention.”

“Plus did you see the way he talked to her on the phone?” Lexi points out, rewinding the video. “That was not acting, that was real love and affection in his voice. I’m so soft for them already, ugh.”

The trio falls silent as they watch the clip again, zeroing in on every little detail and facial expression from both Charles’ mystery girlfriend and the clearly shocked TikToker.

Ethan chuckles and shakes his head. “I still can’t get over her reaction though. Just a guy who loves driving fast cars — I mean, the cheek! She really knows how to keep a secret, gotta give her that.”

“An icon, honestly,” Megan declares. “The fact that she told him to donate the money to an animal shelter too ... okay, I can’t even be mad. She seems like a sweet person.”

Lexi sighs happily, starry-eyed. “They’re literally a power couple. The sheer confidence and BDE of it all. I’m so jealous but also like, rooting for them? We have to find out who this girl is!”

As if on cue, Megan’s phone pings with a Twitter notification. Her eyes widen as she swipes to view it. “Guys. GUYS. The TikToker just confirmed her first name is Y/N and posted another video with a few more details about her!”

“Well don’t just sit there, play it!” Ethan demands, practically launching himself across the couch to peer over Megan’s shoulder at her phone screen. Lexi scrambles to join them, bouncing with anticipation.

In the new clip, the TikToker is grinning excitedly at the camera, an extra bounce in his step as he walks along the same Monaco street where he first approached you.

“Right, so I’m sure by now you’ve all seen my video with Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend go absolutely mental viral,” he begins, running a hand through his artfully tousled hair. “Which, can I just say — thank you so much for the insane support and love, you lot are the best fans ever.”

“Get to the point,” Ethan mutters under his breath, earning a sharp “Shh!” from both girls.

“Anyway,” the TikToker continues. “After she left and I finally picked my jaw up off the floor, I did some digging. I headed to that little boutique she mentioned in the call with Charles, just to see if she actually went in and bought anything. Thought maybe if I asked the staff, they might be able to give me some more info, you know?”

Megan, Ethan, and Lexi all subconsciously lean closer to the small phone screen, hanging on to his every word.

“So get this — not only did she buy the shoes, she apparently also went next door and purchased, and I quote, a frankly alarming amount of lingerie. The cashier said she dropped over 5 grand like it was nothing!”

Lexi lets out a scandalized gasp as Ethan chokes on his sip of Red Bull. Megan just shakes her head in wonderment. “The actual legend,” she murmurs reverently.

The TikToker laughs and waggles his eyebrows suggestively at the camera. “I don’t know about you lot, but I’m definitely sensing some spicy thank you for the shopping money activities were planned for a certain Ferrari driver, if you know what I mean. Get in there, Charles!”

“Gross, I so did not need that visual,” Ethan grumbles, but there’s a slight smirk playing on his lips all the same.

“Oh shut up, as if you wouldn’t do the exact same if you were dating Charles,” Lexi retorts with a playful shove to his shoulder.

“ANYWAY,” the TikToker presses on, “I did manage to squeeze a few more details out of the lovely shop girl. Apparently Charles’ girlfriend is named Y/N, no last name given for privacy reasons. But she’s a regular customer and, I quote, an absolute sweetheart who only ever has glowing things to say about her man. So there you have it, folks — Y/N and Charles are the real deal and we’re all just peasants watching a fairytale unfold.”

Megan sighs dreamily as the video ends. “Y/N and Charles,” she repeats to herself, already typing the names into her social media search bars. “God, even their names sound good together. I have to find out everything about her.”

“Dibs on making their ship name hashtag go viral,” Lexi calls out, already furiously typing away on her own phone.

Ethan snorts and rolls his eyes affectionately at his friends, but there’s no denying the small, reluctantly impressed smile tugging at the corners of his mouth too. “I give it two days before they’re papped together on some glamorous date night now that the secret’s out. Hope she’s ready for the attention dating an F1 star brings.”

“With that level of confidence and the way Charles clearly adores her? I think our girl Y/N will handle the spotlight just fine,” Megan says confidently.

Lexi nods in firm agreement. “Yep, a true queen. Charles better lock that down and wife her up real quick before one of us tries to snatch her for ourselves!”

***

In a cozy apartment not far from the very street where you had your memorable encounter with the TikToker, three young women huddle around a laptop screen, eyes wide and jaws slack as they watch the now viral video for the umpteenth time.

“I can’t believe this,” mutters Isabelle, a pretty brunette with an impressively encyclopedic knowledge of Formula 1 stats. “Charles has a girlfriend? Since when?”

“And he just sent her €10,000 like it was nothing!” Exclaims Maia, nervously twirling a strand of her platinum blonde hair. “I mean, I know he’s loaded but holy shit, the way he spoils her ...”

The third girl, Claire, bites her lip, a pensive look on her delicate features. “Did you hear what she said at the end though? Just a guy who loves driving fast cars. She was obviously talking about Charles. But the way she said it, all mysterious and like it was some inside joke ... I don’t know, it just rubs me the wrong way.”

Isabelle scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Please, she was totally gloating. Didn’t even have the decency to act a little humble about the fact that THE Charles Leclerc is apparently head over heels for her.”

“Exactly!” Maia chimes in, nodding vigorously. “Like okay, congrats, you bagged a hot, rich, famous race car driver. No need to rub it in the rest of our faces.”

Claire wrinkles her nose. “I just don’t get the vibe that she actually cares about him, you know? I mean, who asks their boyfriend to send them money in the middle of the day for some stupid shoes? While he’s working? She seems like such a gold digger.”

“Ugh, you’re so right,” Isabelle agrees, her lips curling in distaste. “Poor Charles is probably blind to it because he’s so gone for her. He didn’t even hesitate to transfer that money!”

Maia sighs dramatically and falls back on the bed. “God, it’s so unfair. Why can’t I find a man who’s that generous and totally obsessed with me? I’d treat him so much better than she does, you can already tell.”

Claire hums and taps her chin thoughtfully. “You know what, I think this smells fishy. How do we even know she’s actually Charles’ girlfriend? For all we know, she could have paid some guy who sounds like him to play along for a TikTok clout.”

Isabelle’s eyes narrow as she considers this possibility. “That’s true ... I haven’t come across any photos of them together or anything. Why has no one ever seen her before if they’re supposedly so in love?”

“Exactly!” Claire exclaims, growing more animated. “I’ve been a Charles fan for years and I’ve never seen or heard anything about a girlfriend. If they’re really dating, there’s no way it wouldn’t have come out before now.”

Maia sits up, suddenly energized by this new conspiracy theory. “Oh my god, you’re right! She’s probably just some wannabe influencer trying to get famous by pretending to be with Charles. That’s so pathetic.”

Isabelle nods slowly, a determined glint in her eye. “You know what? We should do some digging. Try to find out who this girl really is and expose her for the fraud she clearly is. Charles and the world deserve to know the truth.”

“Yesss, I’m so down for an investigation!” Maia says gleefully. “Imagine if we’re the ones who reveal that this whole thing is fake. We’d be doing Charles a huge favor.”

Claire is already pulling up Instagram and Twitter on her phone. “Let’s start by going through the comments on that TikTok and seeing if anyone has identified her or posted any receipts. There have to be some clues somewhere.”

The girls spend the next few hours poring over social media, searching for any scrap of information they can find about the mystery woman who has supposedly captured Charles Leclerc’s heart. They work themselves into a frenzy, convincing each other more and more that you can’t possibly be Charles’ real girlfriend. In their minds, you’re clearly just an opportunistic clout chaser looking for your 15 minutes of fame.

“God, I hope Charles sees through her act soon,” Isabelle says for the hundredth time, shaking her head. “He’s too good for some two-bit gold digger who’s just using him.”

“We’ll make sure he finds out who she really is,” Claire assures her firmly. “And then he’ll have no choice but to dump her lying ass.”

Maia sighs wistfully, hugging a throw pillow to her chest. “Do you think once he’s single again, I might actually have a chance? Like, if I run into him at a race one day and strike up a conversation, maybe he’ll realize I’m the girl he’s meant to be with ...”

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Claire says with a laugh. “First step is taking down this fraud of a girlfriend. Then we can daydream about being Mrs. Leclerc.”

The girls giggle and go back to their social media sleuthing with renewed determination. They’ve decided you’re public enemy number one and they won’t rest until they’ve exposed you for the fake, money-hungry, clout-chasing liar they’re certain you must be. In their eyes, they’re crusaders for truth, fighting to save their beloved Charles from your clutches.

What they don’t realize, of course, is just how very real and very deep Charles’ feelings for you actually are ... and that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, Internet conspiracy theories be damned.

***

In a dimly lit basement somewhere in Italy, a group of die-hard Charles Leclerc fans huddle around a computer screen, their jaws dropping as they watch the video for the umpteenth time.

“Guys, are you seeing this shit?” Enzo, the self-appointed leader of the group, asks incredulously. “Who the hell is this girl and how did she bag Charles freakin’ Leclerc?”

“Dude, we don’t even know for sure that it’s actually Charles,” Giovanni points out skeptically. “She never said his name. It could be some other rich dude with a fast car.”

Enzo scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, who else could it be? €10,000 like it’s nothing, is it possible that Leclerc has a secret girlfriend we don’t know about all this time? A guy who likes driving fast cars? It’s obviously Charles! Our boy is LOADED and that’s exactly how he’d spoil his girl.”

Luca nods in agreement, a dreamy expression on his face. “God, can you imagine being with Charles though? Having him call you all those cute pet names and just showering you with love and gifts? I’d fucking die.”

“Yeah, she has to be the luckiest woman on the planet,” Enzo sighs wistfully. “I mean, I’m straight, but even I’d let Charles ruin me, you know what I’m saying?”

The other guys murmur and nod in emphatic agreement, all of them momentarily lost in a fantasy of being Charles Leclerc’s pampered significant other.

“Okay but like, how is this even fair?” Giovanni gripes, breaking the spell. “The rest of us mere mortals are out here busting our asses on Tinder and Hinge, praying a decent girl will swipe right, and Charles just gets to date a literal goddess who is probably a model?”

“Life isn’t fair, Gio,” Enzo says solemnly. “Charles is on a completely different level. He could have any woman he wants and they’d all say yes before he even finished asking. The rules don’t apply to a guy like that.”

Luca suddenly sits up straight, his eyes widening with realization. “Holy shit, guys. Do you know what this means? If Charles is taken, that’s one less F1 driver on the market for all those grid girl groupies to throw themselves at! Maybe the rest of us actually have a chance now!”

Giovanni snorts derisively. “Yeah, you wish. Those chicks are still gonna be busy trying to get with Sainz or Verstappen or Norris. They’re not gonna settle for some nobody Ferrari fan. Let’s be real.”

“Wow, way to kill the vibe, Debbie Downer,” Luca mutters. He turns back to the computer and hits replay on the video, watching enviously as the TikToker clearly shows the €10,000 bank transfer on your phone. “Seriously though, how is this chick not freaking the fuck out? If Charles Leclerc randomly sent me 10 grand I’d be screaming and probably pass out.”

“She’s probably used to it,” Enzo says with a shrug. “I bet this is like, a regular Tuesday for her. Just casually strolling around Monaco, stopping into designer stores whenever she feels like it, Charles’ black credit card weighing down her Hermès purse. The bougiest of WAG lives.”

“God, what I wouldn’t give to trade places with her for just one day,” Giovanni says longingly. “Can you imagine getting to wake up next to Charles every morning? Having him make you breakfast and give you forehead kisses and tell you how much he loves you in that sexy accent?”

“Okay, now you’re just torturing yourself, bro,” Luca laughs. “You’ll be lucky if you can get a Tinder match to agree to split the bill at McDonalds.”

“Why you gotta bring me back to my sad reality like that?” Giovanni groans, chucking a throw pillow at Luca’s head. “Let me live vicariously through Charles’ bougie mystery girlfriend for a little while longer, damn.”

Enzo sighs and leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. “You know what the craziest part of all this is? The fact that Charles managed to keep a whole ass girlfriend hidden from the world. Like, the media has been speculating about his love life forever and no one had a clue he was actually in a serious relationship. That man moves in silence like a ninja.”

“Yeah, and did you see how he just casually threw out that he loves her?” Luca gushes. “He was all I love spoiling you, you deserve the world. My dude is head over heels for this girl and I am LIVING for it.”

“Ugh, why can’t I find a man like that?” Giovanni whines dramatically. “All I want is a guy who will write me cute Instagram captions in three languages and buy out the Gucci store for me but I guess that’s too much to ask!”

“Maybe if you stanned Charles harder, the universe would reward you,” Enzo snarks. “Start leaving thirsty comments on his shirtless pics, see if that manifests your dream F1 boyfriend.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t already do that,” Giovanni retorts with a smirk. “How else do you think Oscar Piastri ended up in my DMs last night?”

“Wait, WHAT?” Luca and Enzo exclaim in unison, whipping their heads around to gape at their friend.

Giovanni bursts out laughing at their shocked faces. “I’m just kidding, jeez! You think I’d be sitting here listening to you losers if Oscar freaking Piastri actually messaged me? Puh-lease.”

“Man, don’t even joke about that,” Enzo grumbles, clutching at his heart. “You really had me going there for a sec.”

Luca huffs and slouches down in his seat. “Can we get back to being jealous of Charles’ sugar baby girlfriend now? I was enjoying that more than whatever the hell this conversation turned into.”

“She’s not his sugar baby!” Enzo argues. “They’re clearly in love! Did we watch the same video? The way he talked to her was mad cute. That’s his GIRL girl.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Luca concedes, holding his hands up in apology. “Charles might spoil her but he obviously adores her for more than just her looks. That’s the real relationship goals right there.”

“Imagine being so secure in your love that you can just ball out on your partner like that and know it’s only going to make them love you more,” Giovanni muses. “Cannot relate.”

Enzo nods sagely. “Charles is just built different, man. In more ways than one.”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” Luca agrees. “So, are we watching this video another 50 times or are we moving on to the Grill the Grid compilation I found of all of Charles’ most adorably flustered moments?”

Enzo grins maniacally and reaches for the mouse. “Oh, you know we’re watching the hell out of this absolute gift again. And then we’re gonna spend the next three hours cyberstalking Charles and seeing if we can find any other crumbs about who this legendary mystery woman is. For research purposes.”

“This is the most productive thing we’ve done in months and I’m not even ashamed,” Giovanni declares, cracking his knuckles in preparation for the intense social media deep dive they’re about to undertake.

***

In a crowded sports bar in Dublin, a group of die-hard Ferrari fans gather to watch the latest race. But today, there’s another bit of F1-related content that has their attention. They huddle around a phone, repeatedly watching the now-infamous TikTok video.

“Can you believe it? €10,000 just like that!” Exclaims James, a tall, lanky guy with a mop of curly hair. “I mean, I knew Charles was loaded but damn ...”

“Forget the money, did you see his girlfriend?” Tom, a stocky redhead, chimes in. “Absolutely stunning. Like, how does a race car driver land a girl like that?”

Mark, a quieter guy with glasses, rolls his eyes. “Uh, maybe because he’s Charles freaking Leclerc? The man’s a beast on the track and has the face of a Greek god. Girls probably throw themselves at him left and right.”

The guys all mutter in begrudging agreement, a note of envy coloring their voices. On screen, the video replays yet again, showing you confidently calling up your boyfriend and securing the small fortune without batting an eye.

“God, what I wouldn’t give to have a woman look at me the way she probably looks at Leclerc,” Tom sighs wistfully.

“In your dreams, mate,” James scoffs. “Girls like that are way out of our league. We can’t compete with a Ferrari paycheck and Monaco real estate.”

“Still doesn’t seem fair though,” grumbles Mark. “The dude’s already got it all — talent, fame, money. Leave some for the rest of us!”

On screen, the video reaches the part where you coolly inform the gobsmacked TikToker that you don’t need his measly €2,000 and he should donate it to an animal shelter instead. The guys let out low whistles, clearly impressed by your classy move.

“See, that right there, that’s what separates the Monegasque princess types from regular girls,” says James with an air of authority. “We would’ve taken the cash in a heartbeat.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m a man of principle,” Tom jokes, puffing out his chest exaggeratedly. The others snort and shove him playfully.

As the video ends, the guys sit back, each lost in their own wistful imaginings of what it must be like to be Charles Leclerc. To have the money, success, and effortless charm to win over a girl like you.

Mark is the first to break the contemplative silence. “Maybe we’re looking at this all wrong,” he muses thoughtfully. “I mean yeah, Charles is a lucky bastard, no doubt. But that girl, she seems like a real catch too. Like the kind of person who’d keep you humble and grounded, even when you’re a superstar athlete with the world at your feet.”

The others consider this, nodding slowly. “Fair point,” concedes Tom. “Behind every great man and all that jazz. Leclerc may have his millions but he still needs someone to call him out on his BS from time to time.”

“Exactly,” agrees Mark. “And did you hear the way he spoke to her on the phone? The dude’s completely smitten. He may have all the money and fame, but I bet she’s the real prize in his eyes.”

“Alright, alright, settle down Dr. Phil,” James interjects with a good-natured eye roll. “You gonna start writing romance novels in your spare time now? Maybe they’ll make a movie — The Tifosi Who Loved Me: A Charles Leclerc Story.”

The guys all crack up laughing at that, the tension broken. Their envy towards Leclerc’s charmed life remains, but it’s now tinged with a newfound respect and even a touch of empathy.

“Y’know, jokes aside, I do hope he realizes how lucky he is to have her and treats her right,” Mark says sincerely as their chuckles subside. “A love like that seems rare these days.”

Tom reaches over to clap Mark on the shoulder. “No worries, mate. Did you see the dopey grin on Charles’ face in those paparazzi pics of them together that came out earlier? That man is whipped with a capital W. He knows he’s got a keeper.”

“As he should,” nods James sagely. “Behind every great Ferrari champion is an even greater woman keeping his ego in check. Tale as old as time.”

On that note, the guys clink their pint glasses together, silently saluting the unnamed woman who stole the heart of Charles Leclerc and the envious admiration of Formula 1 fans worldwide. The mystery girlfriend with impeccable style and a heart of gold.

As the pre-race coverage starts up on the bar TV, the guys settle in to cheer on their favorite driver, their fleeting jealousy replaced by the camaraderie and excitement of race day. But in the back of their minds, a single wistful thought remains — what they wouldn’t give to find a love like Charles and his girl seem to share. Guess that’s just one more thing to add to the list of reasons to idolize Charles Leclerc.

***

Among the hordes of viewers obsessively replaying the clip are three best friends gathered for a girls night at a posh Parisian penthouse. Colette, the willowy blonde draped across a velvet chaise lounge, takes a sip of her champagne and shakes her head in wonder.

“God, can you imagine having a boyfriend who just casually drops 10k on you like it’s nothing? Talk about relationship goals,” she sighs dreamily.

Next to her, Nadia snorts derisively while scrolling through Instagram on her phone. “Oh please, like that’s hard to find. I bet loads of rich guys would do that for their girlfriends. It’s not that impressive.”

From her perch on a tufted ottoman, Stephanie raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Really? You think Liam would send you that kind of cash without batting an eye? Mr. I-Need-To-Check-With-My-Financial-Advisor-Before-I-Buy-A-New-Tie?”

Colette erupts into giggles at the scathing impression of Nadia’s banker boyfriend. Even Nadia cracks a reluctant smile before tossing her sleek dark hair.

“Whatever. I’m just saying, that TikTok chick’s boyfriend can’t be THAT special. I’m sure if we did the same challenge our boyfriends would come through too,” she declares with more than a hint of competitiveness in her voice.

“Oooh yes, let’s do it! Let’s recreate the video and see what happens!” Colette squeals, bouncing up and down on the chaise with excitement.

Stephanie, ever the voice of reason, looks uncertain. “I don’t know, guys ... isn’t it a bit tacky to demand money from them like that? What if they get mad?”

Nadia rolls her eyes. “Oh come on Steph, live a little! It’s just a silly experiment. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Okay, okay fine,” Stephanie relents, unable to resist her friends’ cajoling. “But I’m blaming you both if Omer breaks up with me over this!”

“Deal!” Colette grins impishly as she grabs her phone. “I’ll go first — let me call Henry and we’ll see if he’s as generous as Mystery Monaco Man.”

With a deep breath, she dials her property developer boyfriend and launches into her rehearsed plea as soon as he picks up. “Baby!” She whines. “You’ll never believe what happened. I’m out with the girls and my Louboutins broke! Like the heel just totally snapped off. I’m absolutely gutted, these were my faves. Is there any way you could send some money to my account so I can grab a new pair on the way home? Pleeeaaase, I’ll love you forever!”

There’s a heavy pause before Henry’s clipped voice comes through, tinged with annoyance. “Christ, again with the bloody shoes? What is it with you women and wasting my hard earned money on bits of leather you don’t need? Can’t you just take the broken ones to get fixed?”

Colette’s perfectly glossed pout trembles, her blue eyes shining with disappointed tears as Nadia and Stephanie look on in pity. “Never mind,” she mumbles. “Forget I asked. Chat later.” She hangs up and flings her phone down despondently.

“What an ass,” Nadia spits. “You deserve so much better.” Colette shrugs sadly but rallies as she turns to Stephanie expectantly.

“Okay Steph, your turn to give Omer a ring! Let’s hope he restores our faith in rich boyfriends everywhere.”

Stephanie grimaces but dutifully calls her Qatar-based hedge fund manager beau. In her most saccharine voice, she makes her case. “Habibi, you know that gorgeous YSL bag I showed you last week? It finally came back in stock but only for today! Could you maybe pop some cash in my account so I can treat myself? I’ve been working so hard lately and-”

“Wallahi Stephanie, how many handbags does one woman need?” Omer cuts her off irritably. “If I buy you this one, I don’t want to hear any more whining for designer things for at least 6 months, got it? I’ll send you 500 euros, that should more than cover it.”

“Oh. Right. Thanks, I guess ...” Stephanie replies glumly before ending the call. She shakes her head at her friends. “Well, it’s something at least?”

“Hardly,” Nadia scoffs. “These men, I swear. Okay, time for me to show you girls how it’s done. Watch and learn, ladies.”

With a confident smirk, she video calls Liam who answers distractedly, clearly still at the office despite the late hour. “This better be important Nadia, I’m right in the middle of-”

“Liam. Focus,” Nadia cuts him off crisply. “I need you to send €10,000 to my account right now. No questions asked.” She arches a commanding eyebrow, daring him to argue.

Liam just blinks at her for a moment before letting out an incredulous laugh. “I’m sorry, you need me to do what now? 10 grand, are you mad? For what possible reason?”

“To prove you love me,” Nadia retorts smugly. “I saw this thing on TikTok, some girl’s boyfriend sent her-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Liam interrupts. “I’m not one of your little social media playthings to manipulate for views, Nadia. My money is not a toy. I’ll buy you a thoughtful gift for your birthday next month, but I’m not in the business of flinging cash at you for no reason. Now if you’ll excuse me, some of us have real work to do. Goodnight.”

With that he abruptly ends the call, leaving Nadia staring at the blank screen, a red flush of embarrassment and anger creeping up her elegant neck. Stephanie and Colette exchange knowing looks.

“So … that went well,” Stephanie quips sarcastically.

Colette sighs morosely as she flops back onto the chaise, hugging a silk pillow. “Maybe that girl’s boyfriend really is one of a kind. God, I bet she feels like the luckiest woman alive. Can you even imagine being THAT loved and adored?”

Nadia seems to deflate, her bravado evaporating. “No,” she whispers. “I can’t. You’re right, Col. Mystery Monaco Man is clearly in a league of his own. I bet he makes her feel like an absolute queen every damn day.”

Stephanie nods thoughtfully, twirling a lock of hair. “You know what though? Good for her. She seems lovely and down-to-earth in the video. If anyone deserves that fairy tale romance, it’s a girl like that who doesn’t even realize how special it is.”

“Ugh, so true. god I’m depressed now,” Colette groans, reaching for the champagne bottle to refill her glass. “To Mystery Monaco Man — may he set the standard for rich boyfriends everywhere. And to the girl who’s lucky enough to love him — may she live happily ever after and never take a single moment for granted.”

“Hear, hear,” Nadia and Stephanie chorus, clinking their glasses against Colette’s.

As the bubbles fizz on their tongues, the wistful faraway looks in their eyes betray the same thought — what they wouldn’t give to trade places with you for just a day, to know what it feels like to be cherished so completely by a man like Charles. To them, you’re living the ultimate dream.

If only they knew the best part isn’t the extravagant gestures or lavish gifts.

It’s the little moments. The soft kisses pressed to your temple. The fingers intertwined with yours. The sleepy smiles over morning coffee. The shared laughter and inside jokes. The unwavering support and unconditional acceptance. The bone-deep feeling of safety and coming home.

That’s the real fairy tale. And no amount of money could ever buy it.

***

Back in Monaco, Lando Norris slouches comfortably in his gaming chair, eyes glued to the triple monitors in front of him. He’s meant to be reviewing telemetry data in preparation for the upcoming race weekend, but the notification chime from his phone proves far too tempting. Lando picks up the device, fully intending to only glance at it for a second before dutifully returning to his work.

But then he sees it — the TikTok that at least a dozen people have sent to him in the past hour alone. Curiosity piqued, Lando clicks on the video and watches intently, his brows steadily rising towards his hairline with each passing second.

“Wait, is that ...” he mutters to himself as the clip plays out. When your boyfriend’s voice comes through the speakers, Lando’s eyes bug out comically. “Holy shit, it is Charles! And Y/N!”

A knock on the door makes Lando jump slightly. Before he can respond, a familiar mop of tousled chestnut hair pokes into the room. “Hey mate, did you see-” Max Verstappen starts to say.

“The TikTok of Charles simping hard for Y/N? Yup, watching it right now,” Lando finishes for him, eyes still glued to his phone screen in fascination.

Max invites himself into the room fully and flops down on the couch. “Absolutely crazy, right? Who just casually sends their girlfriend 10k for a random pair of shoes?”

Lando snorts. “Certainly not you, you stingy Dutchman,” he ribs playfully. Max chucks a throw pillow at him in retaliation.

“Hey, even I splurge on my girlfriend sometimes!” Max protests. “I just bought her ... erm ...” He racks his brain trying to remember the last lavish gift he purchased unprompted.

“A six-pack of Sugar Free Red Bull last week?” Lando supplies dryly.

“... Shut up.”

The two dissolve into snickers before turning their attention back to the TikTok, which has now looped to the beginning again.

“Charles is so whipped for Y/N,” Max observes, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “He’s just asking to get taken advantage of, throwing money around like that.”

“I think it’s kinda sweet,” Lando admits with a shrug. “He just wants to make her happy. Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same if your girl asked!”

Max scoffs. “What, fall victim to a gold digger? No thanks mate.”

“Y/N’s hardly a gold digger and you know it,” Lando chides. “She works hard for her own money and buys plenty of expensive gifts for Charles too. They just like spoiling each other ‘cause they’re in luuurve.” He draws out the last word in a silly voice, making dramatic kissy faces.

“Yeah, yeah, true love and all that sappy bullshit,” Max says dismissively, though there’s no real heat behind it. “I’m just saying, no way in hell I’m sending 10k on command for a pair of fucking shoes!”

Lando hums thoughtfully. “I would.”

Max’s head whips around to stare at him incredulously. “You what.”

“If it was the right girl? Sure, I’d do it,” Lando says nonchalantly. “Maybe not for something frivolous like shoes, but if my girlfriend called me up and said she needed 10k transferred ASAP? I’d do it, no questions asked. You gotta have that level of trust.”

Clearly torn between wanting to take the piss out of his friend and feeling a reluctant sort of respect, Max just grunts noncommittally in response before turning back to rewatch the clip once more.

Debate rages online among the fans about the cute interaction. Most find the whole thing adorably romantic, cooing over what a doting and generous boyfriend Charles is. They swoon at the obvious love and care between you two, speculating excitedly in the comments about when Charles might pop the question.

Others are more cynical, rolling their eyes at Charles “simping” so hard and accusing you of only dating the Ferrari driver for his money. However, these naysayers are quickly drowned out and ratio’d by your legions of adoring supporters.

Through it all, you and Charles pay the speculation little mind, blissfully wrapped up in your fairytale romance.

Charles returns home that evening to the mouthwatering aroma of his favorite pesto pasta dish wafting from the kitchen. He grins when he spots you at the stove, swaying your hips to the sultry jazz music playing from the speaker as you stir the sauce. Quietly, he comes up behind you and slips his strong arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Mmm, smells amazing,” he murmurs appreciatively.

You turn in his embrace and loop your arms around his neck, smiling radiantly up at him. “Welcome home, Cha-Cha,” you greet him, using the silly pet name that never fails to make him chuckle and scrunch his nose adorably. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“And what’s for dessert?” Charles asks with a playful waggle of his eyebrows.

Biting your lip coyly, you untangle yourself from his arms and saunter off towards the bedroom. “Come find out after we eat. Oh, and I picked up a little something special to express my gratitude for earlier ...” you call over your shoulder with a wink.

Charles’ megawatt grin could power all of Monaco for a year. Viral TikTok or not, the Monegasque knows he’s already the luckiest man in the world to have you as his partner through this crazy ride called life.

No amount of money could ever compare to the joy of being loved by you.

[norrizzandpia]

The Video (Part 2) (LN4)

Summary: They’ve taken leaked videos to a whole new level.

Warnings: its a sex tape so that, sexual conversations, language, explicit

Note: when i was trying to come up with a part 2 for the video i literally couldnt think of anything until i was half asleep and this came to me and i was like THATS IT 🤓☝🏻(part 1 is here)

TWITTER

mclarensgirly woke up today and saw “lando norris y/n y/l/n sex tape” trending and thought it was a joke so i clicked on it and GOOD GOD IT WAS NOT A JOKE

- ln4andop81 my jaw DROPPED when it surfaced

- mclarenfan22 anybody watch it??

- mclarensgirly yeah ofc who do you think i am

- ln4andop81 YES.

- f1fan2 you bet your ass i grabbed my popcorn and STUDIED that vid

- mclarensgirly i had an idea lando was dirty but BROOOOOOO

- ln4andop81 its even hotter that the camera isnt propped up somewhere its literally being filmed by lando as he goes in from the back

- f1fan2 I LITERALLY STILL CANT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT LIKE HIS VOICE WAS SO CLOSE TO THE MICROPHONE AND YOU COULD HEAR ALL HIS MOANS AND THE SHIT HE WAS SAYING TO HER

- mclarenfan22 “you like being fucked from behind baby?” I CEASED TO EXIST.

- ln4andop81 WHEN HE WENT FASTER AND SAID “fuck baby so tight” 😩😩😩

- f1fan2 the way he gripped her hips so he could go harder>>>>

- mclarenfan22 this video has literally altered my brain chemistry.

—

y/nnn yeah ofc we have sex… look at him.

Comments:

danielricciardo HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

- landonorris shut tf up

- y/nnn let him laugh its fine im getting good dick

- danielricciardo im no longer laughing.

mclarenfan22 SHES SO REAL OMFG

Landos-lover1 slut behavior

- y/nnn stalker behavior babes, youre not his lover, i am 💋

- mclarensgirly oh how i wish to be as unbothered as her

- f1fan2 SHUT. DOWN.

landonorris this was not the planned statement we talked abt 🥲

- y/nnn planned statement my ass we were having good sex let them wish they were us

- ln4andop81 she understands the lando girlies to a level that makes me believe she once was one of us too

- y/nnn OH HELL YEAH I WAS DONT GET IT TWISTED HE WAS MY CELEB CRUSH FOR YEARS BEFORE WE STARTED DATING

- ln4andop81 BRUHHHHHH YOU MANIFESTED IT I ENVY YOU

- y/nnn THANK YOU THANK YOU I DID MY BEST

- ln4andop81 YEAH AND NOW YOURE HAVING GREAT SEX AND RUBBING IT IN EVERYONES FACES

- y/nnn THAT TRULY WAS THE GOAL.

- landonorris what just happened

—

landonorris apparently the statement never mattered anyway so basically i love my girlfriend and that video was supposed to be kept between us but honestly now all yall bitches know im good in bed SO THE NICKNAME NORIZZ BETTER BE PUT. DOWN.

Comments:

carlossainz norizz will never die.

- danielricciardo norizz lives on.

- oscarpiastri norizz forevermore.

- landonorris i hate you

- y/nnn its ok baby they didnt see the tape so they dont understand

- landonorris well now they need to watch it to understand im sick AND TIRED of this

- oscarpiastri ARE YOU STUPID DID YOU JUST ASK ME TO WATCH YOUR SEX TAPE

- danielricciardo lando there is a target on your back.

- carlossainz im gonna pretend like i dont even know who you are

- y/nnn what an overwhelming no!

- landonorris 😒😒

oscarandlando4ever norizz the nickname was forgotten the first time around when the grinding vid surfaced

- f1fan2 yeah they went in for the overkill this time

mclarenfan34 yeah we def KNOW youre good in bed now dw

- mclarenfan22 “do you like it when i make your eyes roll back my love?” PROVED THAT.

- mclarensgirly “ill never get over the feeling of you fuck baby” 🤭🤭🤭

- f1fan2 *she moans his name* “yes y/n say my name baby let everyone know who makes you feel this good” I HAD TO TAKE A BREATHER

- mclarensgirly “good girl” and “youre taking me so well” HAD ME DRY HEAVING.

- ln4andop81 no but the best part of the entire vid was when she came and he moaned “yes baby ill never get tired of the feeling of you cumming around my dick like a good girl”

- y/nnn im a lucky girl ‼️

—

TWITTER

mclarensgirly one month since the sex tape leaked and we FINALLY get the info from lando on HOW it got leaked

- mclarensgirly in an interview with lissie he says, “it was actually my fault. There’s a, uh, folder, if you will, on my laptop that has videos and pictures of that category which we have accumulated in the years we’ve been together. Well, anyway, i was emailing with a fan about her transaction with quadrant merch. It’s a long story but her order had been so screwed up that i had to step in and see it out myself, but, nonetheless, i was trying to attach her old receipt and new receipt to the email, but, because it was 2 AM and I was exhausted, I didn’t realize I went into me and y/n’s folder, didn’t realize I clicked and attached that video. By the time I realized what I had done, the email had already been sent. The fan never emailed me back to get her merchandise, but the next morning we [y/n and him] woke up to it being plastered on all platforms.”

- mclarensgirly he later goes on to say, “No, we weren’t that mad. I mean, yes, we were mad the fan had leaked it, but we weren’t upset it was out there. You can see us make jokes about it on our social medias. We’ve made sex jokes before and we had that other video leak a few months back, so it isn’t a shocker or touchy subject with our fans that we have sex. Yeah, the video was a lot and I’m sure made people uncomfortable, I’m sorry for that, but, at the end of the day, it’s a natural, healthy part of a relationship and we didn’t feel the need to try and cover it up.”

- ln4andop81 YOURE FORGETTING MY FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THE ENTIRE INTERVIEW WHEN HE SAYS “we have great sex! We have a great sex life! And if people know that I’m more than capable of satisfying my girlfriend in bed, then so fucking be it. Neither of us are complaining.”

—

TWITTER

landonorris 2 videos leaked, nervous the others will too

- y/nnn put the GODDAMN folder on a flashdrive and give it to me PLZ. i will keep it safe

- landonorris only way ill do that is if you recreate both leaked vids with me

- y/nnn deal.

[seungkw1]

all to myself — ljh

♡ pairing: lee jihoon x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 1.7k ♡ warnings: dom!jihoon, sub!reader, possessiveness!!!, wrist grabbing/pinning, manhandling, sir kink, size kink, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia, unprotected piv sex (pls don’t do this), fingering (f. receiving), gagging, marking, doggy, creampie, cockwarming, breast/nipple play, gr8 aftercare!, petnames (darling, slut, babygirl) ♡ a/n: i’m literally so feral for this man idk what to tell u

It’s easy to make Jihoon jealous. And you know just how to take advantage of that.

Your goal for tonight was to piss off Jihoon, and you succeeded. 

He managed to hold his cool all night, but the moment you returned home from the party he began to exact his revenge. 

As he locks the front door you pretend to wander off into the other room, but before you can take two steps he snatches you by the wrist. 

“And just where do you think you're going?” he inquires. You ignore him, continuing on your way, but his grip around your wrist tightens. He jerks you back into his grasp, forcing you to face him. The nonchalant expression he maintained the whole night is gone, replaced instead with a deep ire that has been stewing for hours. You flash him a sweet smile, feigning naivety - but his grimace only sharpens. You lean in to give him a kiss, but he’s faster - his hand snaps to your jaw, gripping your face firmly, stopping you. 

“Oh no, darling,” he tuts as he leans in, drawing your face in so close yet remaining just out of reach. “You don't get to do that.” You pout, but he is unwavering, his breath hot on your lips.  

“Bedroom. Now.”

He releases his grip on you, turning you back around and giving you a light shove in the direction of your room. You smile to yourself as you flutter through the doorway, pleased with yourself, fantasizing about how he's planning to punish you this time. You take a seat on the bed, crossing your legs as you wait for him to follow you; your thighs squeeze together, attempting to relieve the aching in your cunt - to no avail. 

Jihoon enters the room, undoing the buttons on his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows. He saunters over, towering over you as he drags his fingertips up and down your thigh, grazing the skin lightly as he shifts your skirt up to your hip. 

“Did you really think you could flirt with my friends all night and get away with it?” 

You say nothing, a cheeky grin creeping onto your face; he scowls. 

“You think you can wear a cute little miniskirt and sit on another man’s lap as I watch?” He shoves his hand between your closed legs. “You get off on that, babygirl? Let me see.”

He pries your legs apart, grasping you by your inner thighs and tossing you onto your back. He holds your legs open, gesturing to your skirt with his face. 

“Go on, show me.”

Slowly you grab the hem of your skirt, lifting it up to reveal an utterly ruined pair of sheer white panties. 

“Fuckkkk, look at you,” he growls. “Pretty little pussy on display for the whole world to see. I bet you let Mingyu take a look, hmm? When you were all over him?”

You shake your head. 

“I bet you let Wonwoo feel you up when you were making pathetic little faces at him, isn't that right?”

You shake your head again, pissing him off further with your silence. 

“I asked you a fucking question. Answer me.”

“No, sir,” you respond sweetly with wide doe eyes. Jihoon stares at you as if you just spat in his face. A bewildered smirk comes over him - you certainly know how to push all his buttons. He releases his grip on your thighs, dropping your legs. You yelp as he grabs you by the hips, flipping you over onto your stomach and shoving you into the mattress. He pushes your skirt up, taking your panties in both hands and yanking them down, squeezing your ass with both hands as he admires the view.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he groans. You whine as he touches you delicately, stroking your slit with the pads of his fingers. He teases your hole for a minute, before slipping two fingers inside you. You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushes them all the way in, curling his fingertips to reach your g-spot. He begins to work them in and out, fucking you slowly, your juices getting all over his hand as your pussy turns slick with your arousal. 

“You can be a flirty little slut all you want, darling - but I’m the only one who gets to touch your pretty little pussy.”

“Yes sir,” you mewl.

“Fuck, I love when you call me that.”

He presses his thumb against your clit - you let out a sharp cry at his touch. The bud was already tingling with sensitivity, and you can tell this is going to quickly send you over the edge.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you whimper.

“Do you want one more?”

“Please.”

He carefully inserts a third finger, allowing you a moment to adjust, but you can’t wait. Your hips begin to grind against his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers, the stretch somewhat painful - but you can’t get enough of it.

You cling onto the bedsheets, bunching the fabric up in your fists as he slowly begins to pick up the pace. The pad of his thumb rubs back and forth over your clit, making your stomach churn as your body is overtaken by the stimulation. 

“Jihoon…” you moan as your breathing grows labored.

“Yes, baby?”

“Want your cock in me.”

“And do you think you deserve my cock?” he taunts, still pushing his fingers into your cunt. “After giving all your attention to my friends today?”

“I’m sorry baby,” you grovel. “I’ll never do it again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good girl,” he says as he removes his hand from your hole. You whine at the sudden lack of fullness.

“Because I want you all to myself.”

He reaches his arm around, shoving his fingers deep into your mouth. You gag, accepting them obediently, sucking on them as you lap your own juices up. Once you’ve cleaned up every last drop, he draws his hand back, reaching for his belt as he begins to unfasten his pants. He groans as he pulls his cock out, already fully erect. He strokes himself a few times before pressing his length against you, slowly rubbing it back and forth over your dripping core. You try to slip it inside you, but he grasps your hips tightly, holding you still, preventing you from taking his cock just yet.

“So eager,” he coos. “But not yet.”

You whine in protest. He lines his tip up with your entrance, teasing you even further. You’re so fucking horny at this point, it’s practically unbearable.

“Not until you tell me that your pussy is all mine.”

“It’s all yours,” you answer immediately. “Only for you. I only want you.”

He leans over, kissing you on the cheek.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he mumbles into your ear.

“Let’s see if you’re ready for me, baby.”

His grip on your hips loosens, just enough for you to shift yourself onto his cock. The fullness you feel is immediately overwhelming, becoming even more intense as you slowly push your hips back to take the rest of his length. Your ass presses against him as you bottom out, holding still for a few moments, adjusting to his size.

“God you’re so fucking huge,” you moan. 

Jihoon leans over, nearly laying his torso upon your back. His hands find yours, currently gripping onto the sheets for dear life. You let go; he grabs you by the wrists, pinning you down as he shifts his cock somehow even deeper into you. You cry out as he begins to fuck you, slowly and steadily thrusting into you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly with each motion. 

“Feels so fucking good,” you cry, tears starting to build in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Your pussy is so perfect,” he praises, voice starting to waver as he begins to lose his composure too. “Perfect little pussy taking me so well. All mine.”

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, sucking on the tender skin in a way you know is going to leave a mark. Your wails resonate through the room as he pounds into you, your pussy overwhelmingly full, the burning in your core rising rapidly. His soft little grunts begin to grow louder in your ear, becoming longer and more drawn out as he approaches his climax.

“Cum in me,” you plead, your voice quivering as you orgasm, your walls squeezing around him, quickly sending him over the edge too.

“Oh god,” he groans. “Oh my god, fuck- ohhhh.” 

His moan fills the air, long and low. His hips buck into you, releasing his cum deep in your pussy. Tears stream down your cheeks as you take all of him, hot ropes filling you up completely. His motion slows; he exhales heavily as he comes to a stop, resting inside of you, his weight squishing you into the bed as his body begins to relax. After a few moments he pushes himself up and off the bed, slowly pulling his length out of you. You sigh as his cum begins to drip out, missing the feeling of him already. 

Jihoon gently rolls you over, laying you on your back with your head comfortably upon the pillows. You grab his hand as he pulls away, clinging onto him. He leans over and plants a deep kiss onto your lips.

“I’ll be right back, baby.”

He returns quickly with a soft towel, gently patting your folds clean, tidying up both your juices. You yelp softly as he gives you a sudden kiss on your clit, giggling as you pull him back onto the bed with you. You’re both sticky with sweat, too hot to be cuddled up together, but he laces his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand tightly as you lay side by side.

“That was great, I should piss you off more often.”

Jihoon lets out a laugh.

“Fuck off,” he says with a wide grin.

He rolls over, pulling your shirt off of you and removing your bra.

“Come on, let’s go take a shower.”

He grabs your boob in one hand, placing his mouth upon the other and licking your nipple.

“Aaahhh-” you groan in surprise. “This is not a shower.”

Jihoon says nothing, his lips attached to your breast.

You run your hand through his sweaty hair, sighing contentedly as he sucks at your nipple.

“But I guess that can wait.”

[silaslich]

Ghost eating pussy?! 🗣️🙏🏼

Papers scatter and the desk lamp drops to the floor - the lightbulb shatters.

Neither of you stop or pull away.

Simon’s lips are harsh, they bruise, fuelled with purpose and greed. You hadn’t heeded his warnings, hadn’t listened to him when he told you just how far he would go to ruin you. “You’ll be beggin’ me to fuck you by the end of the night darlin’” He’d whispered in your ear, a low drawl, barely a rasp from the back of his throat. “Won’t be laughing when I’ve got my cock stuffed in that pretty mouth’a yours” He’d said. His hand cupping your throat and his thumb swiping across your lips where they’re stretched over a wide drunken grin.

Thats the immediate reaction you’d had. Laughing in his face. Your palm flattened over his chest, maintaining space between the two of you, “you couldn’t handle me Angel” you teased, tilting your chin to look him dead in the eye.

This has been ongoing- for how long?

It’s hard to say. Too long perhaps. The teasing and the flirting, getting under one another’s skin and flustering each other to the point it comes time to walk away. It’s unprofessional, it’s time consuming and purposeful the way you both seek each other out, for the pure and simple goal of pissing one another off.

He spots your sets when you’re both working out, putting his hands all over you without a real need to, he takes a handful of your ass or twangs your bra strap so it hits your skin with a sharp sting. You have to bite your tongue, you have to keep up the facade that he’s not bothering you, that you’re stronger than he is.

In return, you make sure that you’re seated next to him in every briefing and meeting. You press your thigh against his, rub your knee against his to the point you can tell it annoys him. Only then will you put your hand under the table, unnoticed by everyone else in the room, stroking up and down his thigh as languidly as possible.

Again - just enough to get him to the point he starts to fidget, when he starts to clear his throat and sit a little straighter in his seat. Thats when your hand finds itself at the juncture where his thigh meets his groin, applying pressure, squeezing his skin beneath his clothes. Slowly sliding your palm across, cupping his cock where it sits half-hard in his trousers.

Now you’re kissing him. He’s kissing you. It’s all boiled over to this moment, a stolen moment that belongs to only the two of you.

He’d tried hard to wait, patiently watching from afar all fuckin’ night, his resolve had broken the second another bloke dared to ask if he could buy you a drink. One second you’re smiling politely at the man and the next your wrist is crushed in Simon’s vice like grip, being pulled through the pub doors toward the closest taxi rank.

Somewhere between hauling out of the taxi and getting back to base, your hand had slipped into his, and he’d held it so fucking tight. His room is closer than yours, it’s a logical and strategic choice, neither of you can wait. The thick fog of competitiveness seems to have slipped from the two of you, it’s just lust now. Pure unadulterated lust.

Now he’s between your legs, so tall and striking in the low light as he dips his chin to kiss you again - and again and again.

You’re perched on the edge of his desk, sullying his paperwork because your dress was quick to be pushed up till it’s pooled around your tummy. You hadn’t argued, hadn’t had the strength to ask for breath even. You let him guide you all the way, you let him push up your dress and pull your panties down till they’re hanging around one ankle.

A warrior by day and a pacifist in the confines of your lieutenants room.

She who breaks bones and fractures minds is to be broken and fractured by the very man who taught her all that she knows.

Sickly sweet irony.

His palm cups your jaw and squeezes, you gasp and your head tilts back against the pressure. All you can do is close your eyes and focus on his touch, when his lips find your jaw and trail downwards all you can do is moan out his name. There’s a sharp sting off teeth to the skin between where his fingers now sit against your throat. “So fuckin’ pretty” he whispers against your skin and you’re panting, needy for this man and his simplest touch. You would hate to prove him wrong, but a little bit of selfishness never hurt anyone.

Tilting your head you catch his lips, closing the space he’s created with the way he holds you by the neck like a prized bird. He hums against your lips, curling his tongue into your mouth when you part your lips to do the same. Sloppy and greedy. A string of spit connects your mouths when you lean back onto your palms, dark eyes looking up at him, “I want you to fuck me” you whisper. He looks triumphant. “I said didn’t I” he presses, bracketing your thighs with both palms against the table as he kisses your jaw again, “I knew you’d be beggin’ me for it” his tone is probably the cockiest you have ever heard him. You’re quick to snatch his chin between your fingers, forcing his face straight to look at you, his eyes darken as he meets yours. You smile, leaning forward to kiss him filthily again, all tongue and teeth and spit on his lips, you kiss across his cheek and down his jaw till you reach the pale skin of his throat. Feeling a moan vibrate against your lips when you sink your teeth into his flesh. “I wasn’t begging you, Angel” you say, letting your lips glide up his throat until you’re at his lips again, pressing a wet kiss. “I was telling you to fuck me” you’re still looking up at him when you pull away, his irises are blown wide and you note the way his chest heaves.

A broken man is Simon Riley in this moment.

He captures your lips once more, he takes your hands from your sides and guides them to his belt - you don’t need any further instruction. His teeth sink into your bottom lip when his hands fall to your thighs, he braces a hand under each one and pulls them even further apart to better fit his hips. When he takes a single step you’ve already freed his cock, heavy and hot in your hand, it makes him hiss.

There’s always so much talking, so much venom spat between the two of you, it’s been a constant dick-measuring contest between the two of you since the day you met. Now, here - your mind can barely comprehend it all let alone think of something to say, whether encouraging or derisive.

“Fuck” he pants, dipping his chin to his chest, watching as you lean forward and let a glob of spit fall from your lips and into the space where your fingers circle around his cock and start pumping. You look up and meet his eyes, he looks drunk, and it’s not the bourbon. It’s something else, something worse, it’s you.

Your lip is between your teeth as you hold his gaze and continue pumping him in your hand, your free hand scratching upwards through the thatch of hair at his happy trail - continuing upwards till his shirt begins to bunch up. “Take this off” you’re stern, or at least, you want to be. He chuckles, the sharp white of his teeth catching your eye, “yes ma’am” he complies and begins working on the buttons. Who is he to argue? You’ve got his cock in your hand.

You can’t help but watch dutifully as he goes, there’s no haste in his efforts, he’s watching you watch him and he knows this is turning you on. It always has, the width of his shoulders and the expanse of his broad chest, the thick cords of muscle and solid flesh that make him whole. It’s admirable. His shirt is tossed aside somewhere and then his hands cover your cheeks, smothering the hair out of your face from where it sticks to the sweat on your forehead. For a few drawn out second he just looks at you, drinks you in, scanning every scar and freckle and mole. Committing it to memory, locking it away somewhere in his head deep down.

The whole time your hand never stills where you rub him, where he twitches in your hand, the tip leaking and desperate. Then he’s pulling your face toward his and meeting you half way, kissing you again with too much of everything - but not enough of him. He rocks his hips into the friction of your palm, panting against your lips, moaning your name. You can’t help but do the same, whispering his name against his lips, making sure this is all real.

He’s close, you can tell, the way his cock hardens even further and the way he pulses in your grip. You quicken your pace, smearing the pad of your thumb over his slit, he practically growls in his chest. Then his fingers are curling around your wrist, pulling your hand away, your heart almost falls out of your chest. It’s the fear you’ve done something wrong, something to hurt him, something he doesn’t like. He sees that in your eyes and is quick to react, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing your fingers. “I need to do something first” he assures, but it doesn’t work to settle you, not until you watch as he sinks to his knees before you, hooking your legs over his shoulders. You brace yourself on your palms, leaning back and pressing your hips into the wait of his mouth. He tuts at you, “patience sweetheart” he drawls, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. A sound of disappointment leaves your chest and it earns you the sink of his teeth, a bruise for you to wear tomorrow. It makes you gasp. Then he kisses the other, closer and closer to where you need him most. Your breath quickens and you watch him intently, unable to break your eyes away from his as he drinks you in. He drags two fingers through your sex, gathering the wetness there, entranced it seems.

Every touch feels like electricity, every featherlight brush of his fingers and lips, it feels like he’s kindling a fire - and soon you’ll burst into flames right before his eyes. When you steal a second to focus on breathing, staring up at the ceiling, that’s when he takes the opportunity. He strikes when you’re not looking, pressing his mouth against your pussy, kissing you there. You almost leap out of your skin and you can’t be held accountable for the noises he pulls from you, each intricate flick of his tongue and purse of his lips has you clutching at the blonde of his hair for leverage. The curls that are soft against your fingers, as soft as his lips as he buries them between your folds, tasting you like this is the first and last time he’ll be able to. “Fuck- fu-“ it’s all you can manage, punctuated by the drawling moans that heave from your chest when you dare to take a breath. You feel him smile against you and you fist his hair tighter, but in retaliation, he only fucks his tongue deeper inside of you - making you arch your hips into his face. He goades you, flatting his tongue across your entire pussy, focusing on your clit. It takes very little to push you, he’s been dragging this on for months, you’re simply putty in his hands.

He kisses your clit, flattens his tongue over the sensitive nerves. You’re so so close, but when he pumps two fingers inside of you alongside the attention of his skilful tongue - that’s when the heavens sing and hell cracks open beside where Simon kneels. He guides you through it, removing your hand from his head and threading his fingers with yours. Letting you squeeze him tight, almost as tight as your walls squeeze around his tongue. Nevertheless, he pushes on, laps at your juices as they spill out of you, spreading over his lips and chin.

There’s no more time, your patience has more than worn thin, it’s blown away like dust on the breeze. You lean forward and wrap your palm around his throat; you couldn’t hurt him at all, not even if you tried, but the hunger in his eyes at the action is more than rewarding. Using the leverage of your hand you guide him up, watching him rise off of his knees as he looms over you once again. Even when he kisses you, you don’t take your hand away, this feels different and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a good feeling. You’re stroking his cock again, retreating for only a second to gather some of your own juices from where they leak onto Simon’s desk, smothering them over the head of his cock and down to the base. His lips are at your neck, laying wet kisses to your skin, pressing his tongue against your pulse.

“Simon” you moan, urging him to look at you, which he does, those big dark eyes that are full of hunger and lust. Your hand skates up over his abdomen and chest, cupping his throat and then his jaw, stroking your thumb across a thick scar that lays there. “Please fuck me” you whisper, smiling up at him, he smirks and kisses you hard. You’ve proven him right. Not for his ego, he doesn’t need it, they barely make helmets big enough for him as it is. It’s because you want him to, no, you need him to - and if begging him will make him fuck you quicker then so be it.

He can win this once, just this once.

“Told you” he whispers, curling his tongue into your mouth. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it, lining himself up with your cunt. He looks into your eyes, making sure you’re looking into his and paying full attention when your name falls from his lips. He presses into you, pushing home, and even when he stuffs all of his cock inside of you - it’s still not enough.

He punches the air right out of you, the thick of him, he stretches you wider then you thought possible, but the pain and initial burn die away just as quickly as he kisses away the stray tear that falls over your cheek. The tenderness, it’s not what this is supposed to be, but he gifts it to you anyway. You begin to meet his thrusts, canting your hips into the rhythm he sets, kissing every bit of exposed skin you can reach as he fucks you with abandon. You moan his name, it slips in somewhere between God and fuck.

That’s all you’re capable of, begging Simon to fuck you harder and pleading to a god you don’t believe in.

There’s that irony again.

The desk rocks beneath you, the legs creaking and the feet scuffing against the floor with the way Simon uses his body weight, thrusting deeper, bracketing you between the thick of his arms. Your name drips from his mouth more times than you can count, between how beautiful you look and how good you feel, he’s giving you all of it tonight.

It nears again, the white spotting of your eyes and the way your limbs feel like rubber, he’s pushing you closer and closer, pressing his thumb against the already sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. His pace quickens and you’re desperate to keep up, but it’s futile, he’s seen red and he’s chasing it down like a dog would a rabbit. His fingers dip harshly into your skin and his lips leave a wet trail from the bottom of your ear to the start of your jaw, your pussy walls tense in response to his touch and then it boils over again. His orgasm seems to take even Simon by surprise, burying his teeth in your shoulder as he cums inside of you, his hips struggling to maintain the previous rhythm. Somehow, he manages to pull you with him, to drag you through that fiery heat again. Through the feel of white hot metal as it presses under your skin and brands you, a blinding light that beams from all around, it’s too much.

Yet from Simon Riley - all you want is more.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

A Malfoy And A Potter

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pairing: draco malfoy x female potter reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together

a/n: i am so sorry i have not posted in forever, i've just been busy with school and work, and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year! it's almost summer break so i should be posting more again :)

song: sleigh ride - the ronettes

You were currently pushed up against the wall by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

His lips roam the smooth skin of your jaw and throat. Peppering you with loving kisses while you play with his hair.

Both of you are breathing heavy and he brings his lips back up to your mouth as he kisses you. You let out a satisfied hum and put your hands on his chest.

You gently push him back a bit and he looks at you. "What's wrong, love?"

"Someone is going to see us," you whisper.

"Hm, well that sucks for them," he grins and kisses you again.

You push him and laugh, "I guess you're right," you smile.

"They're going to see us when we go to the ball tomorrow night, you do know that, don't you?"

"Well of course, I know that!"

Draco pulls you into his chest and rests his head on yours, "If Potter has a problem with you and me tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to practice some hexes on him," he glides his hand along your waist.

"There will be no practicing hexes, Draco," you pick up his hand and kiss it before walking out of his embrace.

"Boring!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby," you squeeze his cheeks. "Anyway, I'll be off to dinner now, you should come too," you start walking to the great hall and he follows you like a lost puppy.

You go in and sit with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello," you smile at them.

"Hi, Y/n," Hermione smiles.

"Hey, mate," Ron says.

"Greetings," Harry salutes you. You grin and salute him back.

"So, do you all have your dates?" You ask them. You already knew about Hermione's date, of course, you two are like sisters.

"Er- not exactly," Harry replies scratching the back of his neck.

"Same here," Ron sighs and drops his head onto the table. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh when he groans in pain.

"Welp, you two got under a day left," you clasp your hands.

"What about you?" Ron asks, "I've been wondering if you finally picked someone out of the two hundred people who asked you," he says with amusement.

"Oh don't be silly, Ron, it was not two hundred people!"

"Sorry- two hundred and seven," he corrects.

You roll your eyes, but it was true. You four have literally been tallying how many people have asked you, boys and girls. "Well, yes, I have a date."

"Really? Who?" Hermione asks.

"I suppose you'll have to see tomorrow," you exclaim with a smile.

You were in your room getting ready for the ball, slightly panicking. Hermione was already dressed and now helping you. "Y/n, you don't need to be nervous," she says as she helps with your hair.

"I know but-"

"No buts. You are perfect and you dance amazingly! Your date is very lucky," she smiles.

You relax a bit and look at her through the mirror, "Hermione, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Yes, yes you have," she takes her wand to finish your hair. You already did your makeup with some of her assistance. She claps her hands in excitement, "I believe it's time for the dress!"

You pick up the beautiful dark green gown. You had bought Draco a matching tie when you picked the dress out.

You put the dress on and flatten out some wrinkles.

"You look stunning!" Hermione squeals.

"You mean that?"

"Of course! Now, let's head to the ball!" Hermione links her arm with yours. You two make your way to the entrance when you start to panic again. For someone as well known and popular as you, you get social anxiety often.

"You go in first, I'm scared," you bite your lip nervously.

She sighs but nods. She gives you a quick smile with a thumbs up before she heads down the stairs and goes to her date, Viktor Krum. You peak through the curtain to watch. Ron's jaw drops when he looks at her and her date. He looks angry and you could almost laugh.

After pacing for two minutes you decided to just go down. You pull the curtain and try to sneak in without being noticed. Unfortunately, things don't always go the way you want.

There were an absurd amount of gasps as you made your way down the stairs, praying to Merlin that you didn't trip in your heels. The gaping gazes of the people there making you even more nervous.

You see Draco talking with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco listens to his friend talk as he waits for you to arrive. He notices his friends eyes widened as his mouth opens a bit.

He furrows his brows and looks to see everyone staring at something. He looks and his eyes land on you. He feels all the air sucked out of him. He admires you and then snaps out of his trance and makes his way over you, who was smiling at him.

He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I hope you know how ethereal you look, sweetheart," he pulls back and you blush. Another round of gasps fill the room and you hear a, "WHAT?!" You look over and see Harry rushing over to you two, "I- what in Merlin's name are you doing with Malfoy?!"

"Um, he's my date," you say.

Harry's jaw drops as his head goes back between the two of you. You laugh and shake your head.

Draco pulls on your hand, "I would appreciate a dance with my girlfriend while you continue gaping," he places his hand on your lower back and walks you to where people started to dance.

"GIRLFRIEND??!!"

[etclouie]

kinktober day seven - size kink 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriends always been bigger than you in more ways than one, but there’s one in particular he likes best (Simon Riley x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: size kink/difference, no reader bodily descriptions other than being smaller than simon, reader gets praised by simon, poorly written smut, smut with zero plot, unprotected sex, reader calls simon ‘big boy’ at the end, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 745

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: feel iffy about this one cause ik it doesn’t follow a size kink directly

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Simon had always been bigger than you, mainly due to his height and the sheer strength of him in comparison. always grabbing things from the top shelf when you couldn’t reach, but mainly making you feel safe in his arms. 

that was his number one goal, always. 

even when he was pushing you to your limits when fucking you, your safety was always his main concern. 

just like now. 

he had you laid out on your back, his hands having pulled your legs around his broad hips while he positioned his cock at your entrance. 

his touch soft and his gaze holding yours, and his thumb drawing shapes onto your hip. 

watching him through hooded eyes as his cock slowly pushed into your warmth, whining at the stretch to accustom yourself to his size while your nails scratched down his back. 

“i’ve got you, ‘s okay luv”

he whispered out low and soft, his head dropping to your shoulder while you held him as close as possible. breath shaky and back arched up into him as his hips slowly pushed against yours and his cock sliding further into you. 

the thing with Simon was that everything about him was huge; especially his cock. 

you’d almost lost your mind when you first seen him naked. chest scared and a thin trail of hair leading down to his cock from below his bellybutton, and eyes widening as his cock rested against his thigh. 

so now, with his hips rocking against yours and his cock pushing you to your limits, it highlighted the sheer size of him. 

shaky breaths leaving you and fingers tangling in his hair, barely audible murmurs of his name leaving your lips as your walls fluttered around him. 

“doing so good f’me sweetheart”

his voice kept its soft tone, his hands resting on your hips as his thrusts continued at their steady pace. humming softly as he kissed across your jaw before capturing your lips with his, his kisses chaste and soft. 

despite his softness when you took him, trying to accustom yourself to his size; he loved the fact he was bigger than you. it fuelled something almost primal inside him, and his need to push you to your limits growing by the second. 

the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock had muffled groans spilling from him as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, lips pressing kisses to your skin and the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. 

“Si, close baby, please” 

the shaky plea had his head reeling, heat flushing his cheeks and the warmth emitting from his cheeks warming your skin where you were in contact. 

his right hand slid between your body to press his thumb against your clit, moaning at the contact and your head lulling back. 

“cum f’me sweetheart, i’ve got you”

the reassurance and approval in his voice mixed with his thumb against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, eyes screwed shut and a ragged cry of his name following. 

his hips continuing against you, and his cock throbbing in your warmth, lifting your head enough to watch him withdraw enough to see your release coating his length before he pushed back into you. 

“there’s my girl, doing so good f’me luv”

he praised, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he continued. his thrusts growing sloppy as his climax neared, his cock throbbing in your warmth and a groan leaving him as your nails scratched down his back. 

pressing a kiss to his temple and drawing a groan from him, fingers moving to tangle in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours, and whining into the kiss as he withdrew from your warmth. 

his right hand wrapping around his cock and stroking himself, while his left hand braced himself on the pillows next to your head. 

groans spilling from his lips and his cock throbbing in his hand, his eyes panning down your body and his hips rocking forward into his touch as his climax washed over him. 

his release spurting out and coating your stomach, his groans turning into whines as he milked himself. dropping his head to your shoulder and letting go of his cock as the last drop spilled from him, his breath ragged and uneven while you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“i’ve got you, big boy”

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[coddda]

Everyone knows that Light and L matched each other's freak but I think their dynamic in the musical (the Japanese ver specifically) is underrated. Like it's not super different from canon but they just had this extra edge of Violence that we never quite saw from the more methodical and careful mindgames in canon death note and I think it's great. Like, yes, they did declare in canon that they will bring each other to justice, yes L says he wants to send Kira to his execution, but in the lyrics of the musical they both outright say multiple times that they just want to straight up Kill each other. It's direct the whole way through. There's more mutual contempt. This game is about nothing more than simply being the first one to Kill the Other (they actually use the word "殺し合い" (koroshiau) or "to kill each other" to describe their game (translated as "murderous ... game")).

(Sidenote but all those references about wanting to send each other to Hell?? Beautiful)

Yeah this is a battle of justice and ideals, yes that clash is a key part of their final confrontation at the end of the musical, but throughout their duets (or even songs like The Game Begins where they're singing by themselves) there's this near singleminded desire to just fucking End each other. It's fucking Raw and it's great.

Also THIS FUCKING SCENE?? THIS SCENE FROM SECRETS AND LIES. Iconic. Actually Insane. My jaw dropped. Light looks like a crazy bitch it's beautiful.

Um. Also. Obligatory Playing His Game (yknow the gay sex song) lines dump. It basically says everything I just said above in like 9 lines. You see what I mean right.

In canon they're playing a game of mental chess, trying to use everyone around them to finally catch the other as their end goal, but in the musical you really do feel like all they see is each other. They would probably beat each other to death with their fists if it came down to that. Idk they're just so excited and fired up about their little game in the musical and it's so unhinged and fun and special and I love it. It's like the writers for the musical decided to kick their murderous intent up a couple notches and the result is absolutely Beautiful.

I also think that the intensity of their rivalry in the beginning just makes the wind-down of The Way It Ends soo much better. It's such a good contrast to their previous duets where they try to sing over each other (Secrets and Lies & Stalemate) or with each other but basically at the top of their lungs (Playing His Game). It feels like there's both a quiet mutual understanding but also an underlying disappointment that the game is finally over. In canon, L's death Is instead the peak of their game, the moment he gets confirmation that Light is Kira is the exact same moment that he dies. In the jdrama it's almost sudden, how L dies, after the quiet moment has already passed. But in the musical L's death, ironically, Is the one quieter moment in their game. Their peak was the game itself. It was Secrets and Lies and Playing His Game. But the end of the game in the musical is not a victory, it's just (as L says) the end of everything they'd been wanting up until this point.

Uh. Fuck it. Clip from the Kenji Urai version because I just love his delivery here. His tone just goes so well with the silence and the sound of the clock ticking. You see what I mean right.

Their rivalry in the musical may have been more shortlived but like Damn they were really enjoying every second of it. They were truly insane about each other until the very end. (Like despite everything I just said about the ending it was still unhinged as fuck. Light Making L Shoot Him and then Making L Shoot Himself with L's Own Hand?? Holy shit man. What the fuck /pos)

Musical Light and L your game might've been shorter but you'll always be famous <33 Please never inflict what you had on anyone else ever please stay in hell forever thank you

[ellecdc]

Baby…my love…my obsession. While you’re working hockey!marauders I would die for enforcer!sirius black. Even just a little blurb 😌😌😌

I will never say no to a hockey au, I won't lie.

hockey player!Sirius Black x team medic!reader who is not at all pleased with Sirius' theatrics /sarcasm [859 words]

CW: gn!reader, hockey fight, swearing, blood, flirting/banter

Sirius was on his feet before Krum even hit the ice, and he was shouting (and cursing) by the time Krum looked towards the referee as if saying ‘did you not see that?’ as he fixed his goalie mask and reached for the stick that was knocked clean out of his hands.

“Fucking interference! That was interference!” 

“I know Black, I saw it too.” Coach grumbled from behind him; sounding far calmer than his most violent defenceman though he was staring daggers at the linesman currently skating away from his goalie that was just slammed into in his own crease. 

“Let me out.” Sirius barked as he kept his eye on the player - number seven - who dared to touch his goalie. “Come on! Let me out!” 

“Wait your turn, Black.” Coach barked back as the play continued. 

Fenwick raised his glove requesting to switch as Dearborn followed him toward the bench. 

“Alright, Black & Potter, you’re on.”

Sirius had hardly waited for Fenwick to make it to the bench before he was clearing the boards, hearing James’ skates seconds behind him as they moved towards the play.

Sirius hardly spared the puck a second glance as he made it to the other end of the rink, dropped his gloves and launched himself at the fucker who had checked his goalie moments before. 

He had the bastard's jersey tight in his fist as he swung his other into the side of his face. He’d landed one good punch before the Slytherin player clued into what was happening and then it was fair game. 

Sirius could hear the whistle of the referees as other players paired off with one another to keep them from joining the tussle. It was a riot of noise from the crowd as bells and horns sounded and fans banged on the glass lining the boards as Sirius and his opponent focused both on staying upright in their skates and knocking the other over simultaneously. 

Sirius’ helmet fell off with an elbow to his mouth that left his eyes watering, but he quickly had number seven in a headlock as the player fell back, Sirius landing on top of him and landing one more hit before the refs were pulling them off of each other. 

Sirius got two minutes for roughing, but so did number seven, so he felt it was rather worth it as he used one of the gatorade branded towels to clean the blood from his lips in the penalty box. 

His fight seemed to inspire a goal from his team, so he then felt it was very much worth it when the two minutes were up and he left the box to go back to the bench.

“Did ya like my fight, doc?” He asked you breathlessly as if he hadn’t just been sitting in a glorified time-out for the last 120 seconds; his wide, beaming smile only serving to further split his lip as his teeth started to taste like iron.

“For fucks sake, Black.” You muttered as you pulled out an alcohol wipe and dabbed at the cut on his lip; Sirius couldn’t even find it in him to wince at the sting of the alcohol when you were cradling his jaw with your free hand as though you were handling a baby bird; gentle, tentative, loving.

Maybe he was making that last one up, but he felt emboldened by the ghost of a smirk gracing your lips. 

“Always making more work for you, eh doc?” Remus teased from behind you; you rolled your eyes but didn’t bother gracing Remus with an answer as you leaned behind you to grab something.

“Maybe I just wanted you to kiss it better, yeah?” He asked when you turned back towards him. You seemed startled at first; not in a negative way, but rather like you hadn’t expected Sirius Black to be loudly and brazenly flirting with you. You schooled your expression quickly, however, when you narrowed your eyes at him playfully and slapped an ice pack in his glove-free hand.

“Ice it, Black.” You ordered.

“Good idea, gorgeous.” Sirius agreed as he did what was told, turning back towards the game. “Wanna make sure my lips are perfect for our first kiss.”

“Wait, don’t ice it! Some people pay big money for lips like that, Black!” Wood called from further down the bench. 

Sirius pretended to consider it as he squinted his eyes at you, watching as you worked particularly hard to not return his gaze. “No, no. If I ice it now, I’ll be in tip top shape for kissing after the game.” 

“You’re unbelievable.” You muttered as you watched Caradoc nearly toss a Slytherin player onto the Gryffindor bench, your tongue in your cheek as you tried not to smile at Sirius. 

“Thank you!” He accepted readily as the whistle blew - the lines were about to change.

“Try not to get into any more scraps, yeah?” You called to Sirius as he dropped the ice pack into your awaiting hand and lunged over the bench.

“For you, doc?” Sirius volleyed with a cheeky smirk as he skated backwards toward the face off. “Anything.”

[breezybangtanbebe]

“Done with me, huh ?” ExBoyfriendJungkook gruffs against your lips. The flavor of mint and some berry-flavored candy mixed with the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He rolled his hips against you, spreading your walls with inch after delicious inch that you would never admit you missed. At least not out loud. You only moaned for him as he fucked you harder, chuckling darkly before repeating the rhetorical question.

There was a sinister grin in his tone that made the brat in you want to reel back and slap the smug bastard across the face for toying with you.

For having the audacity to say such a thing considering you told him you were done more than once. That you didn't want to see his stupid face ever again and not to call you anymore.

For him showing up to your door anyway with some lame excuse involving needing to make sure he’d cleared everything that was his out of your apartment.

For you being dumb enough to let him in, falling into those dream boat doe eyes and pigmented tattoos.

You felt like you had a million reasons to palm the side of his face, but it was a shame that you couldnt. The way that he held both of your wrists above your head in his less dominant hand ensured that.

Your ex pinned you to the couch underneath his lean muscular body, your shirt carelessly pushed up, the cups of your bra haphazardly pulled down just enough for him to tease your nipples several minutes ago. It was like a dream the way one moment you were fully clothes, mouthing off to him after he’d asked you a personal question, then his tongue was suddenly in your mouth and your hands were yanking at his zipper.

Typical.

Jungkook pulled back from smothering your lips with his to watch as your tits bounced to the pace of him fucking you. He had the nerve to look this good, his abs contracting as he curved his core effortlessly. His tip kisses your cervix in a particular way that makes you shiver, and your teary eyes burned with frustration at his fucked out expression.

Why did he have to be so beautiful?

“I hate you.” you grit your teeth to say, your jaw dropping and eyes rolling back shortly after Jungkook makes it his goal to overstimulate that rigid spot deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, attempting to yank your trapped arms from under his hold. Too bad all that muscle wasnt just for show.

The pierced corner of his lips perked up in a parted smirk at the sound of your broken moans, dropping his gaze to where his dick impaled you.

“You sure? Doesnt seem like you hate me..” he mutters breathily. Most likely referring to the creamy band gathering at the base of him with every heart-throbbing stroke. You were sure you came once or twice, the overwhelming pressure of him fucking into you raw never letting up.

All you could manage was a pathetic whimper in response, all the bitterness and resentment for your insistent ex seeming to have faded in favor of desire and pleasure.

You mind told you this meant nothing. Just as the last time didnt. But your body trumped all that didnt involve keeping Jungkook as close as humanly possible.

“Ah’shit..” you hear him hiss when your abrupt orgasm has you damn near squeezing the life from his dick. At that point, he releases your wrists and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. Both of his hands rush to the back of your thighs to push them back, holding you in a mating press that takes your breath away.

“You dont hate me. And you're not fucking done. This pussy is mine, you understand?”

Every pretty word felt like gasoline poured onto the fire in your core. Your pussy fluttered around his thick length as did your eyes. Jungkook fucked you so deep that you hiccuped against his lips, failing to hold onto your sanity.

“And this dick belongs to you baby. Nobody else has me. Nobody has my heart. We cant be done. I need you so fucking bad..God, you feel so good. So fucking beautiful..”

He upped his pace and grew less rhythmic with each passing second. His voice was hoarse and his groans staccato to an octave that told you he was about to cum.

“So perfect for me, baby. Tell me you love me..” he demands and you sob the words compliantly.

“I love you..Jungkook--fuck, I love you..”

His hips snap into you faster ans harder as he pushed himself up, using your thighs as leverage. Jungkook’s brow pinched ans his jaw dropped at the sight of your swollen folds swallowing his dick, your entrance ans his shaft glistening with your cum. Your untouches clit begged for his attention ans Jungkook thoughtlessly lets a thick drop of saliva fall from his mouth, his immpecable aim landing it right on your bud. He unhands your thigh to run his fingers over it quickly, making a high pitched whine jut from your lips.

“Cum for me then. Cum on this fucking dick. One more baby, one more more.” he begged as his fingers and strokes hastened both of you toward the edge of bliss.

Your arms remained over your head, your hands gripping the couch cushion under you for support. You blinked through the tears staining your face to take in the view of your ex destroying you. His disheveled raven hair, spiked and sticking to his forehead from sweat. His sculpted upper body, shadowed attractively by the singular lamp in the corner of your living room. His pink kiss burned lips that shined and remained parted as he panted. His eyes that begged yours for something only you could give.

The sight of him alone was enough to snap the chord in your belly. His name was called to the heavens as your back arches from the couch. Jungkook slips his free hand under you for support, his fingers steadily strumming over your clit while you gushed your nectar all over him.

“That’s it beautiful, there you go. Fuck, I love you..cum, baby. That’s it..” he urged you as your body shook and tensed under the intensity of your release. Jungkook rode your wave as best as he could before he too gave in. He stops rubbing your clit and pulls out at the last possible second to jerk his vieny shaft frantically. His swollen bulbous tip shoots hot white spurts of seed over over your quivering labia. His body caves in on its self, squeezing your waist while his other hand continues to stroke himself. He milked every drop from his weeping tip, leaving massive creamy load of cum to paint the area between your naval and pussy lips.

If you didnt know any better, you would believe that the amount of cum cooling on your skin meant that he was extremely backed up. That he truly misses you as much as he claimed he did. That he’d been with no one else in the weeks you and him had been apart.

Even as he cleaned you up and kissed your shoulders lovingly, nestling behind you on the couch you two had just ruined together, you wanted to believe that he meant what he said. That no one else had him the way you did and that he needed you.

But the stubborn part of you, the part that should have slapped him and left him blinking dazedly with his palm cupping his cheek on your door step...

The part of you that knew beyond his pretty words and mind numbing sex..

That part of you knew Jungkook was no good for you.

Even if your body hadnt accepted it yet.

[runnning-outof-time]

“You Came.” “You Called.” | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Solomons Sister!Reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby and (Y/N) Solomons despise each other…….or do they?

Warnings: language, slight sexual situations, weapons, threats

Word Count: 1304

A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t as long as the others have been. I need to get these requests finished and this is what I was able to come out with. I hope you’ll still enjoy! Also I’ve tried something a little different at the end - hopefully you’ll participate and not be too mad at me for it! :)

A/N 2: Oh and this is the story where the Solomons!Sister won the poll — I’m not sure if it’s angsty enough…I tried my best with it. Also I’m sorry if Alfie seems ooc here…it’s been a bit since I’ve written him and I’m rusty.

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! — I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THE STORY!

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"You came," she sounded surprised.

"You called," his response was nonchalant.

"Yeah, but I didn't call you."

The story of Tommy Shelby and (Y/N) Solomons is a long, complicated one.

To give a quick summary: they first met the day that Tommy showed up at Alfie's 'bakery. She was the first to greet him and instantly was able to realize that there was more to his motives than what he was letting on.

She was cautious when dealing with him at first, but his charm soon enough chipped away that hesitant exterior she'd put up.

Neither could help but cross the line one late evening after a successful business dinner.

She thought that that would be the end of Tommy Shelby. But now he'd shown up at her door...when she was expecting her brother.

"Where's my brother?" (Y/N) asked, looking to either side of the doorway, hoping that Alfie would be close by.

He wasn't.

"He's busy," Tommy answered.

"So he sent you?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"Not exactly," he shook his head.

"I'm not understanding what you're saying. Ollie told me that he'd take a note down for Alfie and that he'd inform him as soon as he became available." (Y/N) was confused now.

"I saw the note," he began, "took it upon myself to see what was needed to be discussed."

(Y/N)'s jaw just about dropped. "Tommy, why did you...would you, you shouldn't, you..."

"My name was on the note, love," he cut off her attempt to string words together.

"Just because it was on the note does not mean you were to be involved!" she couldn't stop her voice from raising, her eyes widening as she spoke. Now she was wondering how Ollie had phrased his note to Alfie. A few beats passed before a sigh escaped her lips. She ran a frustrated hand across her face before asking, "what...what did the note say?" Her thoughts had gotten the best of her.

"It said that you needed to speak about Shelby...had some information you wanted to be made known," he answered her, his eyes boring into hers. (Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but he didn't let her, taking a step inside, making her back up in the process. "What is it you wanted to tell him, hmm?"

His close proximity made her heartrate increase. She was quickly losing her ability to think. "Tommy, I..."

"What really was your goal last night, (Y/N)?" he asked her, his brows raising.

The willpower to keep her hands by her sides and not reach out to take hold of him was leaving (Y/N) by the second.

"I thought your intentions aligned with mine..." he trailed off, raising his hand so that he could run it down her jawline in a slow, teasing manner, "at least it seemed that way when you brought me back here."

Instead of dropping his hand when he reached her chin, he grasped it; taking it between his thumb and index finger so that he could raise her fleeing eyes to match his. This action made the breath get caught in (Y/N)'s throat, and every valid argument left her mind the second her eyes locked onto his icy blue ones. All hope was lost now.

"What are your intentions with me, (Y/N)?" he asked her.

"You know them, Tommy, I.." she couldn't quite string a thought together.

"Tell me."

"I.." she paused again, interally freaking out. Think of something, anything, (Y/N), come on! "I wanted to tell him about you...about us," she decided on telling him a lie, hoping that he would take it as the truth.

"Yeah?"

She couldn't decipher what he was truly thinking from his one word response. His widened eyes didn't help either, other than making her fall deeper into his trap with each second that passed. Now she was wracking her brain to think of ways to sell this.

The last thing she wanted to tell him was that she was going to sell him out...to tell Alfie what she felt his true intentions were.

"Yeah," she breathed, nodding her head as much as she could with his fingers still holding her chin. Sell it, (Y/N)!, her mind screamed before she raised her hands up to grip his lapels. All coherent thoughts flew out the window as she leaned in and kissed him.

This wasn't a loving kiss. It wasn't a slow one, unlike the ones they shared last night. She kissed him hard, hoping that the passion she put into it would be enough to get his mind off of the damn note and seal her lie for good.

His hold tightened on her chin, but he didn't break the kiss. In fact, his other hand moved from his side to her hip, where he began bunching up her skirt in order to make contact with her bare skin.

Success.

(Y/N) also became absorbed by the passion that they both were showing. It was hard not to given the fact that he was Tommy Shelby. The night they shared was one of the best she'd ever had. Conniving business man or not, she would remember it for the rest of her life.

"What in the bloody fucking hell is going on here?!"

What (Y/N) did not remember before getting sucked into this situation was to shut the door to her home.

Her eyes shot open and she became frantic, trying to break the kiss and move away from Tommy as quick as she could. "Alfie!" she shrieked, surprise clear on her face.

"Why're you fucking kissing my sister, mate?!" Alfie asked Tommy, speaking with a seething anger.

While (Y/N) was just about shaking from the shock of her brother showing up, Tommy didn't seem to be phased.

"Alfie he...he was just..."

"No," Alfie cut (Y/N) off, shaking his head and stopping her attempt to cover for the man now standing beside her, "I asked him not you. He knows family is off-fucking-limits, so I want him to answer me why."

Tommy said nothing. (Y/N) shrunk into herself more and more with each passing second. She'd never seen Alfie this angry.

"I said fucking answer me!" Alfie bellowed, drawing the revolver he had tucked into his waistband. He wasted no time in cocking it and holding it in Tommy's face.

Tommy still didn't move; didn't even flinch.

"You're going to fucking answer me," Alfie demanded, his voice low and menacing, "yeah, you're going to fucking answer me or it'll be your fucking brains blown out all over (Y/N)'s fucking foyer."

"Alfie, don't," (Y/N) begged her brother, reaching a shaky hand out in hopes that he would see it and lower his weapon.

"She called for you," Tommy spoke, his voice level and stoic.

"She fucking what?" Alfie asked, his brows furrowing slightly, confused by why Tommy was saying this.

“She called your office. You weren’t around. But my name was on the note,” Tommy shared more details.

“And what does that have fucking anything to do with you fucking kissing my sister?!” Alfie’s anger had returned.

“It has everything to do with it,” Tommy was still level-headed. “You see, she was going to tell you about this, about us,” he then dropped the bomb, motioning between himself and (Y/N) to emphasize the point he was making.

“I can explain,” (Y/N) was quick to blurt out, her eyes trained on the gun in Alfie’s hand, which he’d - thankfully - lowered from being aimed at Tommy’s head.

She couldn’t read the look in her brother’s eyes. The seconds felt like hours as they passed. She stood frozen as Alfie rose the revolver again and…….

Ok I’m evil, I know but……..

Don’t fret, if the poll’s closed by the time you’re reading this, you’re still more than welcome (and I’d encourage you, actually) to share what you think would happen next!!

p.s….this story won’t be getting continued. I’m just curious as to what y’all think.

MASTERLIST

Tagged: @mystcldydrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @elenavampire21

@mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @theshelbyslimited @peakyswritings

@just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry

@captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @mischievouslittlecreature @stevie75

@lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife @anotherblinder @cillmequick

@dandelionprints @letal-y-poetica @garrison-girl-08 @insanitybyanothername @depxiety

@justrainandcoffee @dragons-are-my-favorite @mrs-bond @cljordan-imperium @brummiereader

@red-riding-wood @everythingelseisextra @little-diable @thomashelbyswife @shaddixlife

@ryecosse @padfootdaredmetoo @novashelby

[drak3n]

TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO

CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing

sena’s note: i know there’s a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded — anywaysss up next is my man gojo 🖤

MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoples’ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shop’s magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings

“you want to get anything done?”

nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met choso’s, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very… unique, to say the least.

“oh, no, i’m just waiting for a friend,” you smiled kindly, “she’s getting tattooed right now. think it’ll take some time.” you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.

his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.

you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.

“come,” he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, “you’ll get bored here. you’ll get a piercing on the house.” he didn’t know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didn’t want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.

at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped you’d walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who — totally on accident — saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didn’t follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasn’t the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing

“c—choso… fuck— what if someone—”

your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on choso’s wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch he’d previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.

“let them,” he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didn’t hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.

“c’mon. use your words. i’ll let you cum if you do.”

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum… please choso.”

“cute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?”

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldn’t even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like he’d done for you

[snixkers]

Red Wine Supernova

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × Fem!Reader

For: Anonymous Request, @cmkinkbingo2024, and @imagining-in-the-margins Pride Challenge!

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Partially clothed, fingerings, rough (all consensual), reader + Emily are closeted, coming out (everyone is supportive), Emily calls reader baby, reader has afab anatomy

Summary: You tease Emily at a party and she decides she's had enough.

Author's Note: HAPPY PRIDE!!! Listened to so much Chappel Roan and Kehlani while writing this, hope you can tell.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

You and Emily were enjoying yourselves a little too much. David had thrown a lovely party, complete with pasta, singer, and plenty of wine. You had been flirty all night, the drinks going straight to your head (and between your legs).

Emily was clearly getting riled up, shooting you glances and glares at every opportunity. As much as she wanted you, there was nothing she could do about it. The two of you hadn't come out to the team, not because they wouldn't support you, but because it was nice to have something that only belonged to the two of you.

However, Emily didn't share the same sentiment at the moment. She wanted to do nothing more than bend you over the elegant mahogany table and fuck you senseless.

The party started to wind down around 11, and everyone lounged on the leather seats in the living room. You listened to Rossi's stories from the early days of the BAU, Garcia's latest date, and JJ proudly showing off Henry's latest achievement.

You locked eyes with Emily, giving her a knowing smirk before standing up and stretching out your arms. "I'll be right back, just getting a drink."

Her eyes glinted with need, and you knew your plan had worked.

She waited a few seconds as so not to arouse suspicion before standing as well. "I've got to use the bathroom. Hotch, show JJ that video of Jack scoring his goal."

Emily successfully distracted everyone as she made her way upstairs. As soon as she saw you, she pulled you into the nearest bathroom and locked the door.

"What the hell was that?"

You shrugged innocently, denying anything as she visibly seethe. Before you could egg her on any more, she pushed you back into the sink and kissed you harshly.

Grinning, you kissed her back, raising your hands up to cup her cheeks and pull her closer. She broke the kiss and shook her head, grabbing your wrists and pinning them against the edge of the sink.

"No. You're going to listen to me."

You nodded, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of you as you kissed her again, albeit a little more cautiously.

She spent a few minutes lavishing your lips before moving on to your neck. Emily took in your sinful sounds as she worked bruises into your neck, looking up smugly.

You watched her with heavily lidded eyes, your focus on her dexterous fingers currently groping your breasts hungrily.

"Oh my God, Em-"

She shook her head, bringing her fingers up to your face and pressing her index and middle to your mouth. "Open."

Your jaw dropped slightly at her boldness, and she took full advantage of it. Her fingers slipped past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. You lapped at them, causing the tension between you to grow.

Finally, she caved. Emily gripped your hips and spun you around, bending you over the sink. Your cheek pressed against the mirror as she yanked your pants down, getting a good view of your panties before pulling them to your knees.

"If you wanted me, all you had to do was say so, baby."

Your thighs clenched at the sound of her sultry voice, and she knew she had you right where she wanted you. Her hand slipped against your waiting heat, relishing in the slickness she found there.

"You knew exactly what you were doing all night, didn't you?"

You nodded dumbly, too focused on the way her fingers were currently pressed against your clit.

"Em, please."

She smirked even more at your desperation, starting to draw agonizingly slow circles.

"Apologize."

You tilted your head back, taking in your needy expression and deciding it was best to do as she said.

"Sorry. 'M sorry."

She nodded satisfactorily, rewarding you with her middle finger slipping past your entrance. Immediately, you let out a moan, clenching tighter around her. Emily reveled in your noises, curling her finger to elicit more.

A particularly harsh thrust hit that spot just right, and you practically squealed. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, but she yanked it back.

"No, let them hear. I'm tired of hiding this."

Meeting her gaze in the mirror, you realized behind all the sexual frustration, it was more about having to hide who you both were. You nodded, squeezing her arm reassuringly.

"We can tell them after this."

Some of the tension left her expression, but she didn't forget what she was doing as her ring joined her middle. Your eyes nearly rolled back, the pressure in your lower belly starting to grow. "Em, I'm so close."

She nodded, bringing her thumb back to your clit as she kissed the back of your neck. "I've got you, baby."

You started to see stars, your vision waffling as you clenched around her fingers, moaning her name.

She helped you come down before pulling her fingers out and licking them clean. The sight had you eager for another round, but you knew there were conversations to be had.

She washed her hands as you used the bathroom, making sure you were alright before you opened the door.

Standing right outside was Spencer, his hand raised and ready to knock.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Um, I didn't realize it was occupied. I've only been here for a couple seconds. Take your time."

The two of you burst into laughter at his fumbled apology, waving him off and letting him head inside.

"See, it's not that hard coming out."

You rolled your eyes at her, holding her hand as you both made your way into the living room. Everyone looked up at you, clearly having heard Reid's awkward encounter.

She cleared her throat, holding up your entwined hands. "We're dating."

The rest of the group were in various states of shock and confusion, but to your relief, no one was upset. There was nothing but overwhelming acceptance in everyone's eyes as they all gave you their congratulations. Rossi raised his glass, and everyone else followed. "To our new lovebirds."

You raised an imaginary glass, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. "Actually, we've been together for about nine months."

Garcia let out a squeal, standing up and pulling you both into a suffocating hug. "I'm taking you two to the next pride!"