#none but hiccup can drive

[triplestrike-trainer]

They’re on a road trip

[yan-critter]

Yan!Toji x GN!Reader (Smut, Dubcon, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, No gendered terms but reader is receiving)

Service top!Toji who can't get enough of seeing you come apart underneath him. Afterall, you're at your most docile when he's got you drooling into the mattress.

Be it toys, his finger, tongue, or his dick, just be sure that Toji will use absolutely everything and anything at his disposal to turn you into the pliant little lover he adores.

It drives him wild to see you go completely braindead while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Legs thrown over his shoulder and locked in place with a single muscled arm as his free hand makes itself useful between your thighs. The added stimulation leaving you reeling until you're blubbering and sobbing pathetically beneath him.

Thrashing and beating your fists weakly against his hold as you hiccup, you cling to your last bits of resolve. But none of it is helping ground you, and you can feel your composure slipping with every resounding smack of his hips against yours. He's practically bouncing you on his cock at this point, and you can't help the hot tears that slip down your face from sheer arousal. Your eyes roll back and tremors rack your body at the onslaught of pleasure hitting you all at once. Your mind is buzzing, and red hot aches form in the aftermath as the soreness begins to ebb away at your core.

You're really the cutest when you're like this, shaking in his bed like some lost fawn, curling in on yourself as if to hide from him. He grins at this, letting his sadistic streak rear its head as he gives a particularly harsh thrust while you ride out your high. You shriek, skin burning in the wake of your nth orgasm, exacerbated by Tojis sudden movement. All you can muster is a pout in your exhaustion, eyes watering once more, and his chest swells with pride at your state.

Though, he does feel a slight bit of guilt prick at his heart seeing you so worn out, having cum for him god knows how many times at this point. Even he was getting sensitive, and he's not sure he can take much more.

But that's never stopped him.

And as much as he wants to baby you and pamper you to an embarrassing degree, he simply hasn't had his fill yet. Any man worth his salt would do all he could to make sure his lover was fully satisfied, and unfortunately for you, Toji was as arrogant as they come.

Even if you had never actually agreed to this.

You whine as he pulls out, body going slack in what he assumes is relief. Your relaxation is short lived, however, and soon enough Toji is pulling you onto his thigh, beginning to rock you gently as you choke on a moan. His lips quickly find that sweet spot on your neck that makes you melt in a half-hearted attempt to soothe you, but all you can do is wail in protest. Your nerves are fried at this point and you're sure you'll die if he keeps going. Not that he cares when you tell him as much.

Silly thing, he's nowhere near done with you.

[demonbanger]

18+ | something more | big dick, secret freak friend! Choso x Reader (college age)

synopsis: somehow you and your quiet, observant friend end up fucking. you’ve both been cordial, and you convinced yourself you weren’t that into him because he didn’t seem into you…almost. there’s rumors along your friend group that he’s pretty…hung. looks like it’s time for you to find out, among other things about him. xx

kinks: overstim, spanking, choking, fingering, raw sex (be safe!!), cream pie, Choso is surprisingly dominant and experienced, pent up desire from two oblivious friends

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“hic,” a small hiccup leaves soft rosy lips.

“hic-” followed by a little whimper.

a warm embrace surrounds you, but you can’t control the tears and the soft hiccups that come with and make your chest jump.

“hic—”

“shhh, just take it,” he lowly groans, baritone voice almost cracking in the middle of his own sentence. as if you can quiet down your involuntary hiccups. so unfair. but was it ever supposed to be fair?

you’re supported and uplifted by big, warm, hands at your sides,

then he slams you.

down.

squelch.

right.

on.

his.

big,

fat…

cock.

“mmf-oh god,, please!” you let out a high pitched whimper, as he lifts you back up, his thick mushroom tip caressing your velvety walls, nerve endings so riled up right now by any little teasing movement,

and he plops you back down, filling you and giving such a deep stretch your head feels warm and fuzzy. pussy so full, and a head so void.

your friend’s been fucking you for what’s felt like hours, and he’s selfishly pulled out a few orgasms from you for his own sick entertainment, wanting to see you squirm as he plays with your needy cunt. wanting to listen to and relish in all of your little noises.

noises he knows you’re making allll because of him. he’s just that good.

the cocky bastard knows that no one else can stretch you like this, none of your pathetic small boyfriends, or even that one really nice one night stand you were in a situationship with,, and you’re utterly at his mercy now as he pumps into you and stretches you so wide.

“please what?” he whispers, his hot breath on the shell of your ear making you shiver as you hiccup again.

a small smile stretches across his pretty lips. gosh he’s such a fucking tease.

you blink through tears and turn your head back to lock eyes with him, a small sob choking out from overstimulation.

he moves you with those hands of his to grind on top of him as he’s balls deep, and you mewl out a hushed little “oughhh fuuckkk me~” that he secretly loves, your sticky wetness coating both of you at your meeting place, slick drooling down his balls beneath you, even down to the sheets. thighs trembling. clit throbbing.

“hmmmmm?”

you don’t know how to talk logically right now!!! this is so not fair, for him to give you such a hard time. When he’s already giving your poor little weeping pussy such a hard time! why is he so so … mean?

you answer shakily, pouting a little bit. “please, ‘s too much, I’m so full.”

to that he lets out a little mean chuckle. “please do what?” he reiterates. you didn’t answer his question properly. all you said was please but please what? you usually know how to hold a conversation and answer all his questions in depth. why can’t you right now?

how weird.

wonder why…

At another roll of his hips because you’re taking too long to answer, you’re blubbering.

“please - ah - need to cum on your cock, please!! please—please?” you contradict yourself by pleading in wet desperation, melting as he pumps into you agonizingly slow and deep, his movements driving you to the point of going utterly berserk. you can’t help but struggle on top of him but also grinding down on his cock to meet his hips.

he shakes his head, chuckling. you’re such a silly girl! asking for more orgasms when you just said you’re having more than enough, when you’re so overstimulated.

just like how you squirmed away from his hands when his fat fingers pumped inside you earlier, yet you also sucked him in like you didn’t want him to go anywhere. which is it? do you even know what you want?

you tighten around his cock at how he says more with his stupid, fucking, annoying, seductive voice.

“selfish, selfish girl . I guess I can give you what you ask for.” And just like that, he’s fucking right back into you, slow and constant, holding you in place so you have nowhere to go, no matter how much you try to squirm. It’s pointless. Your pussy is getting used for his own pleasure, and of pleasure… he’s absolutely starved. plus, his appetite is voracious as it is so. lucky you, or unlucky.

your eyes close for a beat longer than a second,

but he notices. he notices everything. he just loves to pick on you.

“ah ah ah, you said you want to cum, right?”

you force your eyes open and look at him, biting your lip at how beautifully he drags against your walls.

“mmmhh— yes,,” your eyes roll back at a particularly harsh thrust. he could fucking break you with this thing.

“then look me in the eyes, or else I won’t allow you to cum. It’s bad manners not to look at me when I’m talking to you.”

you listen to him, trying so hard to be good, and turn your head at that uncomfortable angle to look at him, trying so so hard to keep holding eye contact, even though he’s thrusting his length into you so sensually you feel you might cry again. are you drooling too?

he’s hitting what feels like the end of your cavern, kissing your poor cervix, and you see stars each time that beautiful friction and his veins massage your insides.

“mmfuckkk I, I’m sor—ohhh fuck” you gasp when he pushes you forward to fall, and grips your hips so tightly they may bruise a little, then starts slamming sooo deep into you. impossibly deeper…

“aww, Y/N, you’re what now?” he teases, looking pleased you still tried to keep eye contact. The look in your eyes is just so intoxicating right now, you look so fucked out right now. He’s been wanting to see you like this…

You’re a bit shaky but you fight through it to whine out, “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to be rude,” your voice a bit bumpy as his rough fucking rocks you around a little.

“I’ll forgive it, since you’re so good at apologizing. I’m not worried. You’re just have to keep fucking taking it like a good girl does,” he chuckles, and your moaning gets louder as the pleasure is now hanging over your psyche like a cloud, and you’ve already started to rain.

He’s just battering into you, abusing your poor pussy, and now, one of his hands brushes over your clit. Your clit, that’s already gotten so much attention from the first couple of rounds. Oh. You’re so done for.

Your attention wanders because everything is such a blur…

SLAP!!

You let out a tiny yelp.

Your ass stings a little bit.

“Y/N…What did I fucking tell you?”

You’re so fucked out. This isn’t fair. He knows it. Just like how you’ve always been to eachother. Relentless bullying and double standards, except you don’t have it in you to say anything back for the first time ever.

You want to let him win, let him claim his prize.

Your eyes flit back over, so desperate, he can tell how hard you’re trying, and he makes it easier by pulling you up by the neck so your back is to his chest and he’s choking you, your head leaning back on his shoulders.

You grip the hand that chokes you, and he only tightens it. This feels so fucking good, especially because you’ve wanted this and denied yourself of this for who knows how long now.

if only you saw how hot you were in this state, just an absolute ruined mess, totally different from the girl who’s all dolled up at work, tries to be little miss perfect wherever she goes, the girl in the friend group who’s lighthearted enough.

now here you are, face flushed, gasping for air, getting fucked like a little slut, by a guy whose voice you tried so so hard since first knowing him to not find hot.

you denied yourself any thoughts that would creep up, especially when he’d remember something you said a while ago that you thought you mumbled off handedly, and he’d repeat it almost word for word in that stupid sultry voice.

you hateddd how you both hung out and you’d hear implications in the friend group how well-endowed he was. pretended so much to yourself that you weren’t a curious creature, and a little turned on hearing that.

well…curiosity killed that cat.

and he’s definitely killing yours right now with that discovery.

the lack of oxygen to your flustered brain is making you even wetter, and you start to go a little cross-eyed from near suffocation.

the guy friend you’ve had the hots for then starts to take more oxygen from you by kissing you.

it’s hungry. it’s desperate.

he breaks it to rasp, “keep your mouth open.”

since you obey, he spits in your mouth, lets go of you before you run out of air, and you swallow while taking a sharp inhale.

you stick your tongue out, to which he replies,

“good fucking girl, Y/N.”

you’re getting close. You’re getting so fucking close. And he can feel it as you try so hard to catch your breath, but are fluttering around him.

He rubs your clit just perfectly as you chant his name over and over, slaps and whines filling the room.

“Choso, please, need you, please cum inside,” you cry out, begging as you have been, throat raw from moaning so much. you just couldn’t help it….

his hips are beginning to stutter too…his endurance is so fucking good but the way you’re squeezing him; it’s really really hard for him to keep himself together now.

your eyes sparkle, all dumb with pleasure, just wanting his cum in your cunt, and you’re trembling and squirming as he plays your clit like an instrument, his low moans egging you on and only making you clench around him more.

then… it fucking hits you like a ton of bricks and you’re screaming yourself raw as you clamp down on him.

“Cho, oh fuck, ohfuckfuckffuuckfuckfuckfuck,” you slur out, vision turning cloudy.

then you become quiet.

just like that you feel some extra warmth inside you and know he just came inside you too, just like you wanted.

as your high wears down, you both pant. After some time he slips out of you, and you whine at the absence.

“so….uh….what will we tell them?”

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thank you for reading :3

honestly I didn’t do much physical description because I was thinking of someone else while writing this the whole time, forgive meh~<3

[mandarinmoons]

How Could Anybody Have You I Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader

Content warning: none

Word count: ~500

Summary: After having your heart broken Spencer is the one to comfort you in your time of need

Authors note: This piece got inspired by lyrics taken from the song Los Ageless by St. Vincent!

Tears cascaded down your eyes as sobs continued to rock your body. This wasn’t supposed to go this way, how could it go this way? You were supposed to be swept off of your feet by the supposed love of your life, but instead he decided to cut the invisible strings linking your hearts and then drive a knife through it as well. You thought that he was the one, but the illusion of that thought was shattered when you found out that he had met another woman.

“I’m so sorry dear.”

Spencer rushed over as soon as he heard your voice crack on the phone when you called him. He’d never seen you this broken before and it took everything in him to keep a calm composure and not go over to your ex’s place and break his neck. However, he knew that his priority was comforting you at the moment and nothing was going to drag him away until he knew you felt better.

Your face was pressed against Spencer’s chest, tears wetting his shirt and your hand clutching it.

“I just, I just don’t know how he could-”, before you were able to finish your sentence, a hiccup made its way out of your mouth and the words you wanted to say were gargled.

Spencer continued to smooth his hand down your back, the pads of his fingers trailing down your spine, the action making you cuddle into his chest more.

Spencer watched as your breathing slowly evened out and your hold on his shirt loosened, as much as he secretly loved seeing you depend on him so much he knew the reasons for it were the last thing he wanted you to experience. He wanted you to be single though, as selfish as it sounded. He didn’t want to see another man with the wrong intentions get a hold of you and take you for granted, he knew that he could treat you the way you deserved to be treated, if not better.

“I just don’t understand,” your eyebrows furrowed at Spencer’s words.

“What do you mean?”

“How could anybody have you and lose you and not lose their minds too?”

You felt your heart stop for a moment. Spencer was always kind to you, too kind. Everyone mentioned how Spencer would go out of his way to make you happy, which you didn’t see at first but over time you saw what they meant. On one instance, Spencer would go to five different stores in order to find your favorite brand of coffee, no one had ever been that persistent to please you before.

“I just… I don’t want you to cry over this douchebag for that long because he wasn’t good for you, Y/N.”

“I know…thank you Spencer, for everything.”

Slightly leaning over, you placed a light kiss on Spencer’s cheek and you felt his arms around you tighten a bit. Spencer leaned down and rested his lips on your head, an action that spoke louder than words.

The rest of the night was filled with more cuddling and Spencer finally getting a smile out of you. Eventually you passed out due to the exhaustion from the crying and Spencer made sure to drape the covers over you while he rested beside you, always there when you needed him.

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[iandarling]

The universe is funny when it comes to timing.

Because of course it happens the one day a month Lip and Tami go to couples therapy, which happens to coincide perfectly with Ian’s new wish of doing a cycling class once a week. Somehow the fucking stars aligned perfectly or whatever, and none of them have their phones turned on. So Mickey gets the call.

Freddie fell from the monkey bars and broke his arm.

He’s at home when the phone rings. A frantic teacher is in the ambulance with the crying five year old. She couldn’t get a hold of his parents, so she tried his other emergency contacts. Ian didn’t pick up, but Mickey was listed at his spouse so she tried him.

“Can you meet us at the hospital?” She asks, while trying to soothe the crying child. Freddie seemed to be hysterical.

“Yeah, course- hey put him on so I can talk to him” Mickey answers, already outta the door and on his way down to the garage. He’s no baby talker like Ian, but he sure knows something about broken bones.

“Uh hey Fredster, it’s me -“

“Uncle Mickey?!” Fred interrupts him with a hiccup, crying.

“Yeah, look you’re safe in the ambulance bud and I’m on my to the hospital now. Just…sit tight and listen to the grown ups ok? Hand the phone to your teacher, I need t’know what hospital you’re going to”

Getting to the car to drive to the emergency room, Mickey tried once again to call Ian. Maybe he just didn’t pick up because he didn’t recognise the teacher lady’s phone number. Ian doesn’t fucking pick up.

That means he’s doing this alone. Fuck.

Mickey considers calling Debbie, but he also knows she’s been busy lately with the Rich-And-Definitely-Closeted-Housewife wanting her bathroom tiles replaced, and if he calls to interrupt Debbie now she will skin him alive. She needs the money and he can respect that. Even if that means tackling a crying five year old on his own. Fuck.

Traffic is not bad today so he gets to the emergency room a few minutes after the ambulance. White overhead lights shine bright, the sterile chemical scent is overwhelming, and he walks past several bloody teens on his way to the receptionist, who smiles at him “Hi, how may I help you today?”

“Got a call about my nephew coming in with a broken arm. Fred Gallagher, five years old and uhh” Mickey stammers out, suddenly a little nervous. He fucking hates hospitals, and he especially hates talking to strangers.

“Uncle Mickey!!” A little voice shouts from across the room. Mickey looks up and to the left where he sees his nephew in a chair inside a cubicle looking room. A woman is sitting with him. Probably his teacher.

Without explaining to the (probably perfectly lovely) receptionist, Mickey walks away and hurries towards the crying boy. Freddie is getting out of the chair to meet him halfway, hot tears running down his red face, his arm is in a sling.

“Hey kiddo” He says as he picks him up. Suddenly he’s struck by how tiny he seems compared to his usual self- shit has Freddie always been this small? His legs wrap around Mickeys waist as he hides his face in his uncles chest. Gently rubbing his back like he’s seen Ian do so many times, Mickey tries to shush him.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.” The teacher is thankful, and looks to be calming down now that Mickey has arrived. She’s young, probably fresh outta teacher school or something, and it’s clearly her first broken bone incident. Mickey smiles at her “No worries, I had nothing better to do today”

A nurse enters their room as well as the receptionist. He didn’t fill out the visitors form, and since he’s here maybe he can help fill out the intake form for little Freddie too? The receptionist hold the papers as he fills out the information with one hand.

“Name, age, address yeah yeah, relationship to the patient - uncle”

“Favourite uncle” Freddie whispers.

Smirking, Mickey adds it to the form “relationship to the patient- favourite uncle”. The receptionist giggles.

Ok, so maybe this isn’t as bad as he feared. He can do this.

After the forms are all filled out he sits down on the bed, Freddie now in his lap. The child is still crying but quieter now. Tiny hands grip at his jacket. “He get any painkillers or something?” He asks the teacher, whose name he still didn’t know.

They gave him something in the ambulance she tells him, but the shock is still there so he’s not entirely calm yet. They will give him more meds now that a family member is there to approve it. “Hear that kid? You’re gonna get the good stuff” Mickey tries to joke with him. Freddie doesn’t get it but he seems to be calming down now that his uncle is here.

The same nurse comes back in telling him they need to take pictures of the arm to ascertain the break and how bad it is. Mickey carries him down the hallway to a new room further down the hallway. Freddie is no longer crying hysterically, but he’s clearly in pain and scared. Mickey keeps rubbing his back as it seems to help.

The arm is definitely broken. Apparently it’s a small break so it will be easier to heal. They’re taken into another room where Freddie will get his arm set in a cast. A second nurse comes and gives him more painkillers. He starts to smile now. He’s excited about getting a cast.

“And we can draw on it!” Freddie tells his uncle excitingly. The pain is long forgotten and he’s talking happily to everyone now. “Can you draw me a lion uncle Mickey?”

Mickey has never drawn a lion before but sure how fucking hard can it be. It’s just a big cat right? “Sure bud, but uh we should wait until the cast is dry before I can draw on it”

The nurse smiles as she continues to work on the little boys arm.

Mickey snaps a picture of Freddie, sitting pretty on the hospital bed with his arm on the table. The nurse working on his cast smiles for the picture too. He sends it to the family group chat- hopefully someone else can show up soon. “Kids first broken bone” he texts.

Liam sends a flurry of texts back asking if Freddie is okay. Carl responds with a thumbs up.

Finally, after almost an hour at the emergency room, Tami calls him. They have to turn their phones off at the therapist, something about being fully tuned in or whatever. She’s almost more hysterical than Freddie was an hour ago.

“Ey ey; listen Tams I got him ‘alright? He’s good, getting his cast done as we speak. He’s fucking smiling and all” Mickey tries to calm her down, but it’s not easy. Lip takes over the phone.

“We’re on our way now, Mick. Please let him know and uh, maybe send another picture of him, Tami is really freaked out”. Mickey can tell Lip is just as freaked out as his girlfriend but decided this is not the time to make fun of him.

Mickey turns to Freddie, camera ready. “Hey little man, smile for me. Your mom wants proof of life”. Freddie smiles brighter than the sun. He looks so much like Lip it’s uncanny. The same crooked nose, those damn cheekbones and dirty blond curls. If he hadn’t been so damn cute Mickey would’ve almost felt sorry for him.

“So your mom and dad will be here soon, kid”

As they wait for the kids parents to show up, Fred compiles a whole laundry list of things he wants his uncle to draw on his cast. A lion, a monster truck, a dinosaur, and his house. Mickey has no idea how to draw any of those things, but he’s sure as fuck gonna try. He nods and promises to do his best.

Mickey feels like he is fucking nailing this uncle thing. Who knew?

Liam arrives at the same time as Lip and Tami. He had hopped on the L once he heard of Freddie’s accident.

Tami runs in looking frantically around for her son, Lip right behind her. “Oh thank god!” She screams as she lays eyes on him, kissing every square inch of his face. Fred giggles and Lip lets out a heavy sigh. His son is fine.

“Hey, thanks Mick” Lip claps him on the shoulder in that brotherly way he’s come to expect from him.

“Course, no problem”

It’s not until an hour and a half later that Ian finally turns on his phone.

Asshole

[mrs-saturday]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ My Number One Boy.

♥ my masterlist!

♥ pairing: sub!george russell x softdom!reader

♥ synopsis: George just needs looking after tonight.

♥ warnings: smut (duh), sub/dom relationship, george likes tits (a LOT), mommy kink, george is so so so whiny, handjobs, kinda in public (i luv driver room sex), comfort sex

♥ a/n: after Sunday, I needed comfort but I also can’t help but write sex so have this. Also is anyone interested in me starting a taglist? 

It had all fallen apart the second he came back from the steward’s room. Eyes puffy and cheeks red, lightly brushed by melancholy, George was stood at his driver’s room door, no trophy in hand. You knew exactly what had happened. Nothing pained you more than this; to see your sweet boy stripped of a win he’d fought so hard for, not of his own wrongdoing. His shoulders relaxed immediately, seeing you laying on the bed in his room, in shorts and his oversized Mercedes t-shirt.

You beckoned him over with a gentle flick of your wrist, and he came running towards you, barreling into you. After the initial shock of the taller man’s impact, you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him tight, “Oh, sweet boy, let it out.” you crooned, and as if on cue, the man started bawling into your chest. The sobs wracked their way through his body into yours, and you ran your hand up and down his back, nails gently scratching his tanned skin.

“I-I’m a failure, Y/N-” he hiccuped softly, between broken cries, his hands holding onto your shirt like a small child who’d just fallen off their bike and ran to their mother, “I-I was so close a-and they took it away…” You shushed him gently, tilting his chin to look up at you. “George, my angel, none of this was your fault” A soft sigh escaped your lips, as you brushed his sweat-dampened curls back off of his forehead. “It was nothing to do with you, or your amazing drive today, and everything to do with a lousy team error! I swear to God, babe when I catch Toto, he best beli-” He cut you off with a soft giggle “You’re cute when you get all defensive of me” 

You smiled back, happy to see even the tiniest glimmer of positivity in the man wrapped around you. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up, bubba?” you said, and the Brit’s cheeks went a rosy pink, as he looked up as you with shimmery blue eyes “T-take care of me please..” he whimpered, face nestling into your tits ever so slightly to hide his blush.

You knew what this meant, and were more than happy to oblige. You and George hadn’t long started this dynamic, but ever since you caught George searching for how to ask his partner to be more dominant in the bedroom, you’d had a chat and agreed to the dynamic with George. After a few tries, you had discovered George had quite the oral fixation, and a little bit of an affinity for calling you some variation of “mommy”. The man just liked to be looked after, mostly after a hard day, or a long and exhausting  trip , and who were you to say no to that little pout of his. He was still shy, however, and could never express his slip into subspace, so simply asked you to

 “T-take care of me please mommy, I need it…” his repeated question snaps you out of thinking of how this all began, and you lift his chin to meet your gaze. “Of course, my little prince, how could I say no to you?” He smiled, and giggled a little as he wiped his eyes, and allowed you to take his lips in a gentle kiss. He immediately melted under your touch, mouth slipping open to allow you to explore his mouth gently with your tongue. You slid your hands down his body to find a comfy spot at his hips to pull him closer, as his hands pawed at your shirt like a needy kitten. You pull away, shaking your head softly “Ah-ah, good boys ask and don’t paw at mommy for what they want” George whimpered, still pulling at your shirt “George, baby, good boys use their words, remember?” He nodded and looked up at you, hands unrelenting “P-please lemme play with them-” He almost salivated as you nodded and took the shirt off, revealing that you were braless. 

You sat up, patting your lap gently, and George lay his head down, humming gently as he reached to gently roll a nipple in his fingers. Sighing gently, you ran your fingers through his hair as he latched onto your breast. The sucking motion always caught you off guard for a second, but you had eased into it after the initial shock and allowed George to find his comfort in it. “Good boy” you purr, much to his delight, as you see his cock twitch in his sweats. You smirked and ran your hand down George’s slender frame, as he whimpered, sucking a little bit faster, only breaking his firm latch when you pulled his poor, aching dick from its confines.

“Oh? What’s this baby?” You smirked, as you slowly stroked upwards, eliciting a sharp but quiet moan “P-Please mommy, again”. Nodding, you repeated the motion, letting your sweet boy buck up into your hand to get more friction. You chuckle as you let him rut up into your hand, precum dribbling over your hand, clouding the sparkle of the engagement ring you’d received just a few weeks prior. 

He had resumed his latch, using the sucking motion to muffle the whines and begs escaping his lips, and you couldn't help but moan a little yourself, the pleasure of the suction, and the sweet cries of your baby boy materializing as a warm wetness in your panties.But tonight wasn’t about you, it was about the slender man thrashing his cock into your hand, and you took a little pity and began to jerk quickly, causing him to let go of your breast and let out a high pitched “Mommy- Mommy I’m so close please-”

“Use your words angel. What do you want?” You speed up the motion, knowing EXACTLY what your baby needed to feel better “P-Please let me c-cum I can’t hold it..” he begged, sounding like music to your ears. “Go on, prince, cum for me honey” you affirm, and cum he did.

Warm ropes of the Brit covered your hand further, accompanied by the symphony of his climax, and his eventual relaxation into your lap. His face was bright red, and a wide smile plastered across his face as he looked up at your “Thank you Y/N, I needed that” 

“Anytime, sweet boy, now, let’s get you cleaned up, my number one boy”

[gargoy-ross]

You made today special - Vox x gn!reader

Summary: You and Vox have been in a situationship of sorts for a while, and he has finally asked you out for the upcoming Valentines. Being the showman he is, he wants everything to be perfect. Unfortunately things don't go according to his plan and he's left on a verge of breakdown.

Warnings: some nasty language but otherwise none

Word count: 1309

He's booked a reservation at the most renowned restaurant in Pride Ring.

He's made sure that a limousine will be ready and waiting.

He's even bought flowers, carefully picked and chosen to match your mutual aesthetic.

And he has put on his best suit, checked himself in the mirror at least seven times in the past hour - which both Valentino and Velvet have teased him about. Usually he'd at least retort with a snarky comment, but Vox can't bring himself to care today.

From the moment you agreed to be his Valentine he's been preparing to swoon you over. Every little detail is taken care of for this day to be memorable.

You're dressed in your best and waiting for him to come pick you up. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm themself, and you're sure you look like a lovestruck fool right now.

Despite your excitement you were also a bit nervous about how the public would respond to your appearance with Vox. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, and he's always been rather pedantic about the Vees' image.

Still, finally having a date with him? Not just shameless flirting and drunken night outs, but an actual real date?

It was no secret that you had been pining for the tech overlord for longer than you'd like to admit and you were happy to know he shared those feelings too.

A glance at the clock tells you that he should've been here by now. You recheck the message he sent you earlier.

Vox wouldn't have stood you up, would he?

You debate on whether you should text him to ask where he is, but before you can make a decision a black limo drives to your driveway.

You sigh in relief as Vox steps out to open the door for you.

"Apologies for the late arrival," his smile makes you forget your earlier worries. "there were some hiccups on the way. I hope you didn't wait for long."

"I was a bit worried you wouldn't show up, but it's all right."

Vox promises to make it up to you later. He hadn't anticipated the paparazzi blocking the road, and since he was supposed to pick you up he couldn't just zap himself out of there like he'd usually do.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you. You look very handsome too." You find it hard to find the right words, but Vox seems pleased with your answer regardless.

This was just a small setback on an otherwise perfect date, he thinks. Everything else will go just as planned.

The ride to the restaurant starts off a bit awkward, but the two of you soon set into a comfortable conversation. Vox, with his natural charm, led most of the exchange, asking for your opinions and preferences on a matter of things. His animated expressions and almost cartoonish mannerism were a delight to watch.

At some point Vox decides that now is the perfect time to give you the bouquet. He reaches for it, only to realize that he forgot to take it with him.

Fuck.

His expression goes from happy and exited to 'shit, I left the stove on'.

"Is everything okay?"

He's quick to recover, nodding and reassuring you that there's no need to worry.

He'll just give you the flowers after the date then.

The restaurant was packed full, which was expected on a special day like Valentine's. That's precisely why Vox had made the reservation early. Now if that idiot behind the counter could just find it…

"Sir, are you sure you've made the reservation for today? I do not see you on the list."

Vox thanks himself for having such good self control. "Yes, I'm quite sure. Check it again."

"I'm sorry sir, your name isn't on the list-"

Vox leans over the counter. His left eye pulses and voice is laced with static. "But it is, right there. See?"

"Of course. This way please."

Vox makes a note of the employee's name. He'll get them fired later for embarrassing him like that.

You're finally seated at your table. It's one of the nicer ones, private enough so others won't see nor hear you and with an amazing view over Pentagram City.

Vox calms himself and the two of you continue your conversation from earlier.

It doesn't take long for a young waitress to come to take your orders. She seems almost nervous, though you suppose it's understandable given the reputation the Vees have. You find your favourite from the menu, and Vox orders a bottle of wine along with your meals.

"Thank you for taking me here. It's been really nice."

Vox flashes you a smile. "Of course. Only the best for you."

Soon the waitress is back with a wine bottle and two glasses. She opens the bottle and goes to fill your glass, only to trip on the table leg.

He sees in slow motion as the red wine gets spilled right onto your lap.

There's a split second of silence before the waitress starts to chant a string of apologies like a prayer. You try to assure her that it'll be okay. It was an accident, and this certainly wasn't the worst that has happened to you.

The opposite of you Vox's claws dig into the table, leaving permanent marks on it's surface.

This bitch. This useless piece of shit DARED TO FUCKING RUIN YOUR CLOTHES.

In a fit of panic she tries to swipe off the spillage with a hand chief. That does nothing but manage to make the mess worse, and only when Vox grabs her by the shoulder to drag her away from you does she realize that.

Before you get to say anything you're pulled up from your seat. There's a quick flash of light and suddenly you're back in Vox's quarters in the Vees' tower.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up. You can feel Vox's hands shaking slightly before he lets go of you.

He's about to lose his composure.

"I did everything right," his voice distorts in the middle of the sentence. He's too worked up to keep up the calm, collected, and charming facade he's mastered.

"I made plans. I double-checked all the boxes."

He stomps off to the living room, practically tearing off his jacket.

"It was supposed to be perfect."

Vox slumps down on the couch. His shoulders sag and he looks at you with what you can only describe as desperation.

He had tried so hard to make today special, yet it seems like the universe had a different plan.

He draws in a shaky breath. His voice is small and you think you might have heard him sniffle when he spoke again.

"I had to make it perfect…"

"Vox…" You take his hands onto yours and he doesn't resist when you place soft kisses on both of them.

"You know, I really enjoyed today. Even though we had to wait forever in line at that restaurant and my clothes got ruined. Do you know why?"

He shakes his head.

"Because I got to spend it with you."

He smiles, despite still feeling down about all his plans being ruined.

"Thank you for taking me out. If it's okay with you, I'd like to spend the night?"

"I won't say no to that, but let's get you to something a bit more comfortable, shall we?"

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around him as he carries you to his bedroom. He agrees to let you borrow one of his shirts, and the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching movies.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

[izurou]

SIT STILL LOOK PRETTY FT. BLEACH MEN

features: kurosaki ichigo, urahara kisuke, grimmjow, abarai renji, zaraki kenpachi, and when you’re squirmy during sex.

contains: female reader. established relationships. very brief cockwarming. unprotected sex. dry humping. fingering. oral sex. choking. pet names. pussy eating god grimmjow. kisuke being stinky (hot version) approx 0.3k words per character.

note: some of these lack the squirming aspect but ignore it okay please i wrote these in a rabid dog state of mind :(

KUROSAKI ICHIGO

ichigo has a raw strength that’s second to none, and the determination to do just about anything in this world. still, you somehow manage to rival him at dire times like this—when he has himself buried inside you, but he’s not moving.

“h-hey, quit it,” he hisses, fingertips searing into your waist as he tries to still the subtle roll of your hips against his. he’s tired—borderline exhausted, but he missed you today, and falling asleep while you warm his cock is one of his favourite forms of intimacy—so long as you behave.

“sorry, can’t get comfy,” you respond, lying right through your teeth as you selfishly twist your hips in search of a little relief.

“right,” he mutters, slipping his cock out from in between your legs with a huff. in one swift, fluid motion—he flips you onto your back, hooking his arms behind your knees and leaning over your body. he eases back into your cunt, keeping you folded in half with his weight. “this any better?”

his presence is as overwhelming as ever—big brown eyes never leaving your own, watching the pleasure flood your face as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

“ichi-go,” you gasp, feeling a wave of heat settle onto your cheeks from the sheer vulnerability of this position. that—paired with the unwavering intensity of his gaze almost has you wishing you would just absorb into the mattress. “ichigo.”

“what, baby?” his voice is low, just barely above a whisper as to not miss a single sound that comes out of you. he has the power to completely ruin you right here and now, but he keeps his pace slow—knowing the lazy drag of his cock against your walls will drive you crazy just a little more. “thought you wanted this?”

“i, i do,” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to press against that gummy spot deep inside you—and he almost can’t keep it together himself.

“shit,” he groans, pressing a kiss just above your brow before rocking his hips into yours with a bit more force. “then take it, no complaining.”

URAHARA KISUKE

kisuke, who isn’t one for quickies, or half assed under the table handjobs—loves to take his time with you. in his mind, the more you writhe and squirm, the better he’s making you feel.

“please,” you beg, fisting the soft white linen on either side of your head. kisuke’s palm is warm as it runs along your spine, silently encouraging your tits to stay pressed to the mattress, and your ass to stay up.

the heat of his touch moves to your waist, both hands gripping your hips as you grind yourself—completely bare, against the persistent bulge in his boxers. you’re sure there’s a little wet patch staining the fabric, though it’s probably not very little anymore.

a choir of gasps and moans fills the room—most courtesy of you, with the occasional feature from kisuke. you keep your grip on the sheets though, even going as far as to use them for leverage—pulling yourself up the bed and away from the man looming behind you.

“where’re you going, hm?” he purrs, leaning over your fleeing figure and caging you between the mattress and himself. he nuzzles into your neck, holding you impossibly close. “you want me to stop?”

“no, don’t stop,” you blurt out, mere milliseconds after he finishes his question. you can feel his grin pressing into your shoulder—a telltale sign that he’s about to be up to no good.

he proves you right, wedging a hand beneath your body and running a finger between your folds. he does it once more, two times, three times total before he settles that finger on your clit—rubbing small, tight circles.

“that’s it,” he coos, feeling your body start to jerk under his own. he knows you have nowhere to go, sandwiched between his hand and his eager cock—begging to be set free. you bury your face into the bed, accepting defeat as you let him do as he pleases. “atta girl, lemme take care of you.”

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

the list of things grimmjow hates stretches from floor to ceiling and is forever changing—however, the one constant on his list would be his number one; having to work for a meal.

“s-slow down,” you huff, clamping your thighs shut around his head, and forcing him to take his greedy mouth off your cunt. his lips are wet—glistening with you as they form a smirk.

“huh?” he sneers, making a show of running his tongue across his bottom lip, keep his piercing gaze narrowed on you. his nails dig into your skin as he pries your thighs back open—and if your pussy wasn’t messy enough already, grimmjow spits on it from above.

all you can do is prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he devours your cunt, running his tongue along your folds, sucking on your clit—all while completely disregarding the mess dripping down his chin. your hips have begun to buck and twist beneath his grip, but the thing that makes you lose it entirely, is when he nuzzles his nose against your clit and inhales.

“fuck!” you squeal, rolling yourself onto your side and hiding your face in your hands. he knows how embarrassed that gets you—but he also knows it spurs you on in some twisted form, probably from one too many nights with him.

“move it,” he growls, waving you off to the side before he lays down. there’s an obvious tent in his pants, but you know this position means his own needs are the last thing on his mind.

he motions with a finger for you to come closer—grin tripling in size with every inch that you near. he sticks his tongue out, his way of inviting you to sit on his face—the odds of you going anywhere decrease significantly so long as he can keep his grip on your hips firm—no problem at all.

“don’t cum until i say so,” are the last words you hear before his mouth disappears beneath you—resuming the heated make-out session he was having with your cunt just moments prior.

this time around, you’re grinding down onto his face rather than moving away from it, just as you should be.

ABARAI RENJI

renji is no stranger to seeing you on your knees—in fact you almost always wind up caged between his thighs by the end of the night. a way to relieve stress—that’s what he calls it, but every time he has you in this position, he loses control.

“f-fuck,” he groans, fisting the sheets on either side of him and letting his head fall back. there’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and each bob of your head threatens an all out explosion.

“mm,” you hum, intentionally sending vibrations down the length of his shaft while unintentionally inviting him further into your mouth. he lifts his hips from the bed—tip already threatening to kiss the back of your throat.

“more, fuck,” he pants, tossing his pride out the window as he allows the breathiest little moans to fall from his lips. you pull off just a bit—hoping to sneak in a quick breath or two, but it’s enough for renji to notice the lack of warmth near the base of his cock.

he places a firm hand on the back of your head—holding you in place as he continues to buck his hips. he’s not being rough per se, but he’s barely pulling out—using shallow little thrusts to fuck your throat.

“yeah, just like that,” he praises you, making the conscious decision to avert his gaze from the roof to you—a choice that almost makes him cum on the spot. “fuck, look at you.”

you, with tears brimming your gorgeous eyes and saliva bubbling at the corners of your mouth, have never looked more beautiful. the sight has renji slowing his movements, cupping your face in his hand, wiping the stray tear that sneaks down your cheek.

“so pretty baby,” he mutters, unexpectedly pulling his cock from your mouth and leaning forward—kissing you instead. his lips move in tandem with yours, only momentarily though as he pulls back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. “my turn now, okay?”

ZARAKI KENPACHI

most of the time, kenpachi is in the driver’s seat—but every once in a blue moon he’ll let you take the wheel, and every time, he’s reminded of why he shouldn’t.

handing over the reins entirely, he leans back—heated gaze searing through your weak attempt at holding your composure. one of his hands rests on your thigh, kneading the skin—an encouraging gesture, but one that does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

“kenny, i,” you can barely get the words out—too focused on sinking yourself down onto his shaft, back up again, down once more. you’re barely using half of his full length, but that’s all it takes for your legs to begin shaking—involuntarily clamping shut in front of you as you bring your knees together. “‘m close.”

you writhe in his lap, switching between feeble attempts to keep bouncing for him, and stopping completely to squeeze your legs together as best you can with his cock still between them.

“hey,” his chest rumbles from underneath your palms, pausing the internal battle you’re having with yourself. he grabs onto your waist, fingertips pressing into the fat of your hips and pulling you down. “you’re gonna take it all, right?”

“i can’t,” you insist, feeling his heavy cock drag against your walls, stretching you out in the most perfect of ways. a burning sensation is settling into your thighs, you can’t last a moment longer. you fall forwards onto his chest with a whine—leaving nothing but the head of his cock inside you. “can’t, i can’t.”

“come on, sit up,” he orders, wedging a hand between your bodies to hold the base of his cock in place—urging you to sit on it again. that same, thoughtful hand trails it’s way up your torso, in between your breasts, before finally settling on your throat.

it feels good—the slight pressure he’s putting on your neck, it makes you want him more. you sink down onto him, letting yourself see all the stars in the universe as his voice becomes increasingly distant—though still audible. “don’t squirm, unless you wanna run out of air.”

[geotjwrs]

Can you do Jenna x Male reader where they both finally got a day off and they go on a date?

day-off

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Y/N woke up to the gentle sound of Jenna’s steady breathing beside him. The sunlight was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 7:30 AM. It was a rare occasion that they both had a day off together, and Y/N wanted to make the most of it.

Gently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Jenna. He padded to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, hoping to surprise her with her favorite meal. As he whisked the pancake batter, he couldn’t help but smile, thinking about the day ahead.

“Morning,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway.

Y/N turned to see Jenna, wrapped in a cozy blanket, her hair tousled from sleep. She looked adorably sleepy, rubbing her eyes as she approached him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Y/N greeted, pulling her into a warm hug. “I was going to bring breakfast to you in bed.”

Jenna smiled, resting her head on his chest. “I smelled the pancakes and couldn’t resist. What do you have planned for today?”

Y/N kissed the top of her head. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together, chatting about anything and everything. Jenna’s laughter filled the room as Y/N recounted a funny story from his childhood, and he felt a warmth spread through him, knowing that today was going to be special.

Just as Y/N was about to take a bite of his pancake, he was interrupted by a sudden hiccup. Jenna looked up, surprised, then burst out laughing.

“Did you just hiccup?” she asked, giggling.

Y/N nodded, trying to speak, but was cut off by another hiccup. Jenna’s laughter grew louder each time he tried to talk.

“This is—” Hiccup. “—so embarrassing,” Y/N managed to say between hiccups.

Jenna was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. “You sound like a cartoon character!”

Y/N joined in the laughter, even as he continued to hiccup. “I can’t—” Hiccup. “—help it!”

They tried to resume their conversation, but Y/N’s hiccups kept interrupting him. Every attempt to speak was met with another hiccup, sending Jenna into another fit of giggles. Eventually, Jenna herself got the hiccups, causing even more laughter.

“Great,” Jenna said, hiccuping. “Now we—” Hiccup. “—both have them!”

Y/N couldn’t stop laughing. “This is—” Hiccup. “—ridiculous!”

Their breakfast turned into a hilarious back-and-forth of hiccups and laughter, and by the time their hiccups subsided, they were both out of breath and smiling.

After breakfast, they got dressed for the day. Y/N wore his favorite casual outfit, while Jenna chose a comfortable yet stylish ensemble. They grabbed their things and headed out, Y/N driving them to their first destination: an amusement park.

As they arrived, Jenna’s eyes lit up with excitement. “An amusement park? You know me so well!”

Y/N grinned, taking her hand. “I thought it would be fun. Ready to relive our childhoods?”

They started with the Ferris wheel, wanting to take in the view of the entire park. As they reached the top, Jenna leaned against Y/N, sighing contentedly.

“This is amazing,” she said softly.

Y/N kissed her forehead. “Anything for you.”

Next, they hit the roller coasters. The first one they chose was a classic wooden coaster, which looked both thrilling and a bit rickety.

As they climbed the first big hill, Jenna squeezed Y/N’s hand tightly. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she yelled over the clatter of the ride.

“Just wait till the drop!” Y/N shouted back, grinning.

When they reached the top, the roller coaster paused for a brief, heart-stopping moment. Jenna’s eyes widened, and she let out a squeal as they plunged down the steep track. The wind whipped through their hair, and their screams mixed with laughter. Y/N looked over at Jenna, her face lit up with pure joy, and his heart swelled.

After the ride, they stumbled off, still laughing. “That was insane!” Jenna exclaimed, breathless.

“Want to go again?” Y/N teased.

Jenna nodded eagerly. “Absolutely!”

They rode several more coasters, each one more exhilarating than the last. At one point, Jenna dared Y/N to raise his hands for the entire ride, which resulted in even more hilarious moments as they tried to outdo each other.

They played games at the arcade, where Y/N won a large stuffed bear for Jenna, who hugged it tightly.

“Look at you, the carnival king,” Jenna teased.

“Anything to see you smile,” Y/N replied, his heart swelling with joy at her happiness.

They wandered the park, enjoying the various attractions and indulging in carnival food. Jenna insisted on getting a caricature done of them, and they laughed at the exaggerated drawing of their features.

As the afternoon wore on, they decided to take a break and sat on a bench, sharing a giant pretzel. Jenna rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, a peaceful silence settling between them.

“This has been perfect,” Jenna said, breaking the silence. “Thank you for planning this.”

“I wanted today to be special,” Y/N replied, squeezing her hand. “You deserve it.”

As the sun began to set, they made their way to the beachside, where Y/N had arranged a cozy picnic. They spread out a blanket on the sand and enjoyed the simple meal, watching the waves gently lap at the shore.

“You really outdid yourself,” Jenna said, leaning back on her elbows and looking up at the sky, which was now painted in shades of pink and orange.

“I wanted today to be perfect for you,” Y/N replied, reaching out to hold her hand.

As darkness fell, they built a small bonfire and sat close, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores. They talked late into the night, the fire crackling and the stars twinkling above them.

Eventually, they made their way back to the car and drove home, tired but happy. Jenna was quiet during the drive, lost in thought about the wonderful day they had shared. As they pulled into their driveway, she turned to Y/N with a smile.

“Thank you for today,” she said. “It was everything I needed and more.”

Y/N pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, too. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend a day like this with.”

Inside, they settled onto the couch, exhausted but happy. Jenna rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, and they sat in comfortable silence, reflecting on the perfect day they had shared.

“Let’s make a promise,” Jenna said softly. “No matter how busy life gets, let’s always find time for days like this.”

“Deal,” Y/N agreed, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll always make time for each other.”

And with that promise, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, content in the knowledge that their love would always find a way to shine through, no matter what.

[crazyunsexycool]

My Little Love

Chapter 28

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Warning: MAJOR ANGST, sad everyone, explosions, gunfire, major character deaths, talks of injuries, a child using a gun (you'll see) cliffhanger

A/N: I am kind of sorry for this...

Series Masterlist

Pillows were laid out, blankets were ready for use, snacks were prepared and everyone was in their comfiest pajamas. Alpine was snuggled up to Henry and Lottie was snuggled up against you. 

🎶 “Life is a highway 

I wanna ride it all night long. 

If you’re going my way

Well, I wanna drive it all night long.”🎶 The three of you sang along to the movie. 

“Can habe mo’ mama?” Lottie lifts up the bowl you’d used for popcorn.

“Sure thing, Sweet Angel. Do you want some more bubs?” 

“Yes please.” 

“I’ll be right back.” You grab the bowl and your phone and head to the kitchen. 

After throwing a bag of popcorn into the microwave you look at your phone. There’s some messages in your family group chat but none from Bucky. You’re itching to text him just to give him encouragement. This has to be incredibly difficult for him, it would be for you too. These were the people that had a hand in creating his kids. In abusing and hurting them with the hopes of creating monsters. 

The microwave beeps letting you know that it’s done. You turn your attention to that instead and decide that Bucky doesn’t need a distraction. 

There was a weight on your midsection and a second later a blood curdling scream. That woke you up with a start. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized Lottie was sitting on top of you. Her hands were gripping your shirt hard enough to rip it. You were disoriented for a moment before you remembered you had been in the living room watching tv and must have fallen asleep. Another sob from Lottie gets your attention. She’s panting as she calls out for you over and over again. 

“Shh it’s ok sweet Angel, mama’s right here.” You sat up and brought your knees up to lay her back as you tried to sooth her. 

“Bubba, bubba.” 

“I’m right here Lottie. You’re ok, you’re safe.” 

“Mama?” Henry’s sleepy voice breaks your focus for just a moment as you look at him. Alpine curled up in his back as she slept. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know honey, maybe she’s having a vision.” 

“Mama.” Charlotte cried this time and then her eyes shifted to look straight at you. It felt more like she was seeing through you.

“Hey baby, you’re ok. What did you see? Can you tell me?” 

“Mama.” She said with a hiccup. Her hands were on your temple and she put her foreheads to yours.

****

The morning light peaks through the curtains as Lottie opens her eyes slowly. With a yawn and stretch she sat up and  admired her Barbie pajamas. There’s a teddy bear snug in her arm and she’s  sitting in a pile of pillows. When she looks to the side she finds Henry sleeping with Alpine snuggled up on his back. When Lottie looks towards the kitchen she sees you moving around. As best she can, Lottie stands with the intention of making her way to you.   

“Warning. Incoming projectile. Warning. incoming projectile.” Friday announced.

Metal blinds start to lower over the windows and Lottie whimpers, scared of what’s going on. 

“Henry, Charlotte.” She heard you calling them and running toward the living room. 

You barely make it to them and throw yourself over their smaller frames when a blast rings throughout the room. 

****

There was ringing in Lottie’s ears as she began to regain consciousness. There’s rubble and smoke and small fires springing up in the living room. Through crying and coughing Lottie sits up. Your arm is thrown over her but your eyes are closed. 

“Mama?” Lottie calls you but you don’t stir. 

She pulls herself from your grip and she winces when she gets up. Her once pink pajamas are now crimson. When she lifts up her top there’s an ugly gash on her belly.

“Mama no seeping.” She shakes you but still no response. “Bubba?” 

Lottie looks over at her brother and begins to cry. He lays next to you, lifeless. His eyes opened and glazed over with blood around his mouth and nose. There was a bang at the door and then another. 

“Mama, Mama.” Lottie shook you, crying as she called out your name. 

A group of men all dressed in black, a red skull with tentacles emblazoned on their uniforms barge in. One of the men grabs Charlotte. She tries to wiggle, punch and kick her way out of their hold but to no avail, she's carried out while she cries and tries to reach for you in hopes that you will save her. 

You gasp as you pull away from Lottie’s hold. Her bottom lip trembles as she looks at you. 

“Oh my sweet Angel it’s ok. I’m going to keep you safe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.” You pull her into your chest and rub her back until she calms down.

“What happened mama?” 

“She just saw something bad. But now I know what it is and we can make it better.” You kiss the top of Lottie’s head and then pull Henry to your side. “I need your help sweet boy. I need you to go and change out of your pjs and into outside clothes and shoes.”

“Ok Mama.” 

Henry gets up and runs to his room while you get up and go to Lottie’s. She clings to you and you have to reassure her that nothing is going to happen. After finally getting her dressed you change into something more suitable. 

“Let’s go Henry.” You call out from the door, he runs to meet you with Alpine in his arms. You smile at him and let him walk out first before looking at your apartment for what may be the last time. 

“Mama.”

“Yes sweet Angel?”  

“Bad men coming. Want dada.” Her usually bright and happy eyes are now full of concern and fear and it kills you.

“Yes they are, but mama is going to keep you safe until daddy gets back.” 

“Hill.” You call out as you burst through the command room doors with Henry and Charlotte following close behind. 

“Y/L/N, now is not a good time.”

“You can’t get a hold of them can you?” 

Hill looks from one of the monitors to you with a furrowed brow. She nods towards an empty office and you follow her in with the kids. 

“How did you know?” 

“This is what happened on my first mission after we found Charlotte, remember?” 

“They’re flying into a trap.” She says.

“Not necessarily a trap but a distraction.”

“What do you mean?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

You explain everything you saw in Lottie’s vision, giving as much detail as possible. Some parts make Lottie upset again but you have to get them out anyway. It’s not just yours and the kid’s lives that are at stake, Tony doubled the agents while they left for your protection but if Hydra was able to get in quickly that means they had the firepower to get through anyone. 

“And they’re after the kids?”

“It seemed like it.” 

“We have to do something.” Hill sighs. “We can’t just evacuate, they could have eyes on us right now, but you have to leave.”

“I have a way to get out.”

“But where will you go?” 

“The tower. Tony reinforced it after Loki’s attack on New York and Hydra won’t think we’d go there.” 

“We tell no one, the less people know the better your chances of getting out safely.” 

“And the team?” You ask, since the vision you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Bucky. When he gets back he’ll think the worst and it’ll kill you to not be able to let him know right away that you and the kids are ok. 

“I’ll let Bucky know of the plan and have him meet you there.” Maria gives you a reassuring smile. “As for the rest of us, we'll prepare to give Hydra a fight when they walk through those doors. That should distract them enough so that you can get away.”

“Thank you Maria.” 

For the next hour you and Maria make a plan to fight back and an exit strategy. If anything goes wrong from the compound to the tower you are going to need someone to know more or less your backup plan. 

“Stay safe, I’ll see you soon.” 

With a nod you leave and take the kids with you. You head back to your apartment to grab some last minute things. Their teddy bears and favorite blankets, things that will give them comfort and then you head straight for Bucky’s personal garage. Tony had set it up after you gave him the motorcycle for father’s day. Bucky happens to keep another car in there. One he prepared for something like this. It held supplies for the four of you, and Alpine. It was fitted with weapons and bullet proof everything but no tracking system that anyone could hack. Bucky had started working on it shortly after finding Henry. He always told you Hydra wouldn’t give them up so easily.

****

The kids were buckled in and Charlotte had finally fallen asleep. Henry sat quietly next to her, holding her hand for comfort. You sat in the driver's seat, completely alert of your surroundings. The car was parked in the woods of the compound. Close enough to see the main building but still hidden from prying eyes. There were agents going on with their early morning routine but considering they were armed to the teeth you knew Maria had gone through with an emergency briefing. 

As soon as the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon you turned the car on and started to drive off. It wasn’t until you got to a private, lesser known entry point that you heard it. 

The explosion. 

You’re still not sure how Charlotte managed to show you her vision but the thought of you not being able to protect them brought tears to your eyes. Soon enough in the distance there was gunfire and more explosions and you picked up speed to get as far away as you could. It was easy to leave the compound with the fight going on. 

You don’t look back, your focus is to get to the tower. 

****

You had just gotten into the city. Hopefully you'll be able to get to the tower soon and it would be easier to keep track of what was going on at the compound from there. You could also keep an eye out for the team from the tower. During the drive down you kept a police scanner going so that you could be aware of any accidents or closed roads so that you could change directions easier. 

What you heard was much worse. 

There was an amber Alert out for the kids and your description as the kidnapper along with a description of the car you were in. Police were advised to use any force necessary to bring you down. Of course Hydra would still have some people within police departments to use at their will.

“Fuck.” 

“Mama what’s wrong?” Henry asked from behind you. 

“We can’t go to the tower baby.” 

“Where are we gonna go then?” 

“To see the only person I can trust right now.” You look at him through the rear view mirror. 

As soon as you can you get back on the highway and head up north. It’s risky to be on the highway but you’d rather the highway where there are witnesses than a backroad where there would be no one and hydra could definitely get you there. 

“Mama.” 

“Yeah sweet boy?” 

“There are cars following us.” Henry says. “They have been for a few minutes now.” 

“Are you sure?” You look at your side and rear view mirrors to get a look at the cars. 

“Yeah, they’ve changed lanes when you have and they change their speed when you do.” 

“Fuck.” You hit the steering wheel. The last thing you need is a gunfight on a highway. 

You decide to lose them and swerve among the cars until there is enough distance between you and them. Through the traffic you manage to get some distance and you don’t stop until you come to a traffic jam. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you have to slow down. The police scanner goes off talking about a small accident. You flick your wrist and make a way for your own car. 

You’re creating more distance and you’re past the accident. Cars are clearing out of your way as you speed down the highway when a car comes speeding up behind you. You take a deep breath and prepare to make a move at the right moment. With another flick of your wrist you manage to make the other car flip. Unfortunately you now have about four SUVs on your tail again and a crying Lottie who woke up from the noise. 

Henry grabs the gun from your bag sitting on the passenger’s side and then the suppressor. He puts them together and checks for bullets.

“Henry, give me that. It’s not a toy.” 

“I know it’s not a toy mama. I can help.” He says and then he disappears.

 His window rolls down. With one arm wrapped around his seatbelt Henry leans out of the window.

“Henry, get back in your seat, please baby.” You call out but you can’t do much other than weave through traffic and try to stay steady. 

A shot goes off and out of the side mirror you see one of the SUVs swerve off course and hit a barrier. With three more quick shots Henry has effectively stopped Hydra from pursuing you, for now at least. 

“Are you ok sweet Angel?” You ask as you hug Charlotte.

“Am scared. Want dada.” 

“I know sweet Angel, me too.” You smooth out her hair. 

Her now thick and healthy and shiny black hair that fell just to her shoulders. It grew quickly but that’s what the serum’s doing. She had grown so much in the very few short months since you’d found her. Lottie looked like a whole different child. So did Henry. They had both gained a healthy amount of weight, their cheeks were rosy, they smiled easily, and they knew what love was. Now all of that was in danger and you felt helpless in all of it by not having Bucky at your side. He would know what to do and where to go. 

“It’s ok baby we’re safe with mama.” Henry said from his seat next to you. 

You had the SUV parked in a wooded area away from street views and roads. The kids needed a break and so did you. Besides, you were already where you needed to be, you were in your hometown.

“Where are we going after this?” 

“We are going to meet up with your dad.”

“An Steebie?” 

“Yes and Steebie.” You tell Charlotte and smile. 

You glance at the clock on the car radio and sigh. 

“Ok guys, stay here and Henry, keep yourself and Charlotte invisible until I get back. Can you do that?” 

He nods. You lean forward and kiss his forehead and then Lottie’s. She moves to sit with her brother. Henry holds her hand and then they’re gone from your sight. 

You run to where you need to be and make it to the edge of the forest easily. There at the edge you stand behind a tree and watch. A few cars pass by the small road but your eyes are on the building across the street. When you see who you’re waiting for you step out so that you can be seen. 

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” Your dad asks as soon as he gets to you. It didn’t take him long to spot you and he ran over. 

“Dad.” You sob as he hugs you, pulling you away from the street. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I need your help.”

“What is it? Was it Bucky? Did he hurt you? Because I’ll kill him if he did.” He says as he pulls away from you. 

“No dad, he’s on a mission. It’s hydra.”

“The people that hurt him and the kids?”

You nod. “Come on.” You lead him back to the SUV and explain everything on the walk back. 

“What do you need me to do?”  

“I need you to take the kids back to the city, to the Avenger’s tower specifically.”

“What about you?”

“Hydra thinks I have the kids so I’ll let them believe that. I’ll lead them as far away as possible to give you a chance to get to the tower. Maria Hill will be there and hopefully so will the team. The kids will be safer there.” 

“And then what?” Your dad asks but you can see that he already knows the answer. 

“You send the team to come get me but not Bucky. The kids are going to need him and you tell him I said that.” You say as you get to the car. The door opens and the kids jump out. 

“Gwandpa.” 

“Grandpa.”

Eddie gets on one knee and hugs the kids. You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself before you cry in front of the kids. 

“Will you do this for me?” 

“Of course I will kitten. Are you sure you can’t just come with us?”

“It’ll be safer for them if I lead the men following us away.” 

“Ok. I have some old military buddies that will drive down with me for extra protection. We’ll get them there.” Eddie pulls you in for another hug. 

The realization hits you. This might be the last time you ever see him again so you hug him tighter. When you pull back you see tears in his eyes and you give him a sad smile before turning to go back to the SUV. You grab the kids’ backpacks and Alpine and you give them to your dad. 

“I’ll give you a minute.” 

You kneel in front of the kids. First you bring Charlotte in for a hug. You kiss her temple and hum a lullaby to calm her down from the small sobs that are starting to escape her. 

“Mama, bad man take you.” She declares with tears in her eyes.

“It’s ok. I love you so much baby. You are so smart and good, sweet, funny. You’re always going to be my sweet Angel.” 

“I lobe you mama.” Charlotte says before kissing your cheek. “Best mama.” 

“Go with grandpa and be good, ok.” 

You watch as Charlotte runs to your dad and hugs him. Then you turn your attention to Henry. 

“C’mere.” You stretch out your hand for him to take but Henry throws himself against you, his arms wrapped around your neck and he cries. “It’s ok baby. Everything will be just fine.” 

“I can go with you. I can keep you safe mama.”

“I’ll be just fine.”

“You can’t go, you can’t leave us.” Henry cries harder.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“But baby said the bad men take you. They’re going to hurt you if they do.”

“I know but I can change that now that I know what’s supposed to happen. Listen to me.” You pull away and hold him by his shoulders before cupping his face and wiping tears away. “I need you to go with grandpa and Lottie ok. I need you to keep them safe, you have to keep your baby safe. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” 

“Good. I love you so much my sweet boy. I know this is scary but we’ll see each other soon and this will all just be a nightmare.” You kiss his cheek. “My sweet, brave, kind boy. Tell your dad that this wasn’t his fault ok? Whenever you see him sad.”

“Ok.”

“Go with your grandpa and keep Charlotte safe ok.”

He nods again. With his head down Henry walks towards Eddie. He puts on his backpack and takes Alpine in one hand while holding Lottie’s in the other. He fades in and out as they walk away from you. 

Then you turn and get in the car. You already know your fate, hydra takes you. But you’re willing to give yourself up if it means that Henry and Charlotte never have to face them again.

You’re pulled by your hair out of a tub of ice cold water. It feels like thousands of needles are pricking your skin. You try to take a breath and take a moment to look at your surroundings but you can’t. A few seconds later you’re dunked into water again. Your hands are tied behind your back and you have a few broken ribs as well as cuts, scrapes, maybe even a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. In addition to all of that they must have given you some type of sedative because it’s very hard to stay awake and stay focused. Hydra had caught up to you and they managed to get some type of explosive under the car. It was the only way they were able to get the upper hand. As long as the kids and your father got to the tower safely you didn’t care, you just hoped that Bucky wouldn’t blame himself. 

You get pulled out of the water again and this time you’re dragged somewhere else. They force you onto your knees as you cough up water. Finally you can actually breathe. There are footsteps that stop right in front of you but you couldn’t care less as to who it is. Hydra is all scum and they’ll all die once Bucky and the team find you. Sharp nails dig into your cheeks as the person before you grabs your face and moves your head so that you’ll look at them.

“I had lost all hope that I could turn you into what you were meant to be.” 

You stare incredulously up at your captor. Disbelief and anger surge through you but you only manage to say one thing.

“Mom?” 

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𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

“He left me Y/N, can you believe that?” a drunken Lucia groans loudly as she downs her next drink.

Y/N shakes her head softly, wanting to tell her the old 'I told you so ' but at what cost, she had warned Lucia a number of times about Enrique, having noticed his behavior since the beginning of their relationship, “How old was she?”

“Twenty.” Lucia spat dryly. “I’m twenty five, where’s the fucking difference?”

“I’m gonna take you home.” Y/N said. “Because clearly you’re drunk.”

Lucia groans, “No, I want another on— wait who is that?” she murmurs as she noticed a figure sitting close by to their booth.

Y/N followed her line of sight, and that’s when her eyes widened in shock. “Oh no.”

Across from them, nursing a drink of his own was none other than Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid’s star defender — she only knew on a surface level through her work of journalism, she turns to Lucia. “Lucy, no.”

Lucia grins mischievously, “Y/N, yes.”

Before Y/N could react, Lucia stumbles towards Sergio — “Mr. Ramos, hi … my name is Lucia Chavez.”

Sergio raised a brow in confusion, “Hello.” she said softly.

“You see that gorgeous girl over there,” Lucia drunkenly gestured to Y/N.

Sergio follows her line of sight, his eyes lighting up in recognition, "I do."

"That is my best friend, Y/N." Lucia slurrs with a broad smile, "And she ..." she hiccups, "she likes you."

His brows arch up in surprise, "She likes me."

Y/N stood there in horror as Lucia spoke, I hate this girl ... she groans inwardly as she walks over to them, "Hi, I am so sorry for my friend, please excuse the fact that she seems to lose her filter when she's had one too many."

Sergio grins, "I noticed, and it's fine."

Y/N smiles, "Have a lovely night, and once again I am so sorry." she gently leads Lucia away who waves at Sergio and mouths, 'ask her out', to which Y/N drags her out, she calls their mutual friend Danté who managed to drive her home before Y/N went back inside, heading to the bar to pay for their drinks only for the bartender to say that they've already been paid. "By who?" Y/N asks.

The bartender gestures to Sergio, "By him."

Her cheeks redden and she offers him a warm smile before nodding, "Ok then." she said sofly. "Good night."

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Lucia had woken up to the scent of fresh food, she groans at the soaring pain in her head. "Fucking hell, how much did I drink?" she said out loud.

Y/N who'd been in the kitchen making pancakes, chuckled softly at the sight of her friend who'd passed out on the couch the night before, "A lot! and you embarrassed me, so I guess karma's a bitch."

"Wait ... embarrassed you, what do you mean?" Lucia asks, sitting up.

Y/N walks over with a glass of water and painkillers, she arched a brow. "You don't remember?"

Lucia frowns, "No."

"We ran into Sergio Ramos, and you had the brilliant idea to tell him that I like him." Y/N replied.

Lucia's eyes widen, "I did."

Y/N nods, "And you know what that led?"

"You two fucking each other," Lucia said with a humorous tone.

"So funny," Y/N rolls her eyes before gesturing to the bouquet of roses. "Apparently he went to my workplace, asked for my address because in his words, I was one hell of an interviewer."

Lucia nods before smiling, "Look at it this way, my drunken foolishness finally landed you the guy you've been obssessed with your whole life."

"Go shower!" Y/N said with a dry laugh. "Before I kill you."

Lucia chuckles, "Ok, I am not going to risk my life."

Y/N watched her friend walk towards the bathroom, and she sighs softly -sure, she likes ... well loves Sergio Ramos- but she had long resigned to the fact that she wasn't his type, there were models, influencers, hell even female football players that looked like goddesses compared to her, and that's not to say she was insecure, not at all, she knew she was pretty but who was she compared to them, just a journalist that grew up loving football.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing, confused by the sudden call she grabs the device to answer. "Hello." she said softly.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N," a rich deep voice replied.

Her eyes widen, and she stared at the number before replying. "Sergio."

"That's right." he smiled, "How are you on this lovely morning?"

"I'm good, thank you ... erm." she stammers, "How did you get my number?"

"Your workplace," he replies. "I figured the polite thing to do was wait until you had your breakfast, or maybe you haven't."

"No, I haven't, why are you asking?" she asks curiously.

"Open the door sweetheart!" he exclaimed.

She froze, staring down at her attire which consisted of a worn out band t-shirt and shorts before she said. "Are you ....?" she asks.

"No, no ..." he chuckles. "I just took the liberty of sending you some treats from a bakery I love, enjoy and I'll see you around."

He ends the call, much to her confusion -she walks to the front door, swinging it open to find a large pink box, sitting on her doormat- she picks it up and shuts the door behind her, around the same time as Lucia enters the living room, she gestures to the box and asks. "What's all this?"

"A delivery from Sergio." she said with a sarcastic smile.

"You serious? .... I must have been quite the wing-woman." she chuckles.

Y/N placed the box on her counter and opened it, to find a variety of cookies, from chocolate chip to pistachio flavored to tiramisu flavored and the last row was red velvet white chocolate chip cookies, her favorites. "How did he know?" she asks.

"Maybe it was a lucky guess," Lucia shrugs snatching the choclate chip cookie.

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To say that Sergio was insistent would be an understatement, he had asked her to meet up in a café and after much insistence from Lucia, she agreed to meet up; choosing the most casual dress, pairing it with a jacket and her low heels, she steps into the café finding Sergio almost instantly, she walks over to him and says. "Some might call your behavior, borderline obsessive." she chuckles.

He grins, "I call it knowing what I want ..."

"Pardon?" she said as she sat across from him.

"Y/N, I remember the first time you were sent to interview me after the Champions League win against Atletico, fresh faced and quite innocent, you captured my attention immediately and I wanted to know more, Luca, my teammate had shown me your social media profile and I have to admit," he chuckles sheepishly. "I was a bit of a stalker first."

She tilts her head, "Is that so?" she chuckles. "I embarrassed myself in front of you."

"You," he laughs. "I was the one who embarrassed himself, stammering and blushing, my teammates wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

She couldn't really imagine it, "You're so cool and confident so it's kind of hard to believe, nevertheless ... my friend made an ass of herself that night because she was dumped and when she saw you, she thought, if I lost my happiness, there's no reason my friend can't find hers."

"Your friend is a wild one, Carlos would love her." Sergio chuckles.

A waiter approaches them, and they place their orders -he then turns to her- "Now," he begins. "I want to know about you, what you like? don't like, where you grew up? ... everything."

"Gosh, so forward." she laughs before growing silent, "Well, my full name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, but those close to me call me Pollito because of my height."

He laughs, "I can tell."

"I grew up in Y/C/N, in a small neighborhood but I always wanted to work here in Spain, so at eighteen, I made the decision with my friend Lucia to jump and move here on our own because I was already fluent in Spanish, it was easy to land a job here ... given my vast knowledge in football." she continues. "And before you ask, my favorite team is AC Milan, and my favorite player is Ricardo Kaka."

Sergio feigned offence, placing a hand on his heart. "Ouch, and here I thought I was your favorite."

Y/N shrugs, "Sorry, I like me a Brazilian." she teased.

"Guess that means I have to work harder." he said.

"How about you then?" she said.

Sergio shrugs, "There's not much to say about me, just a young man from Sevilla who made it big, I mean I also love music but nothing compares to football."

She nods softly, "I get it, if I hadn't gotten into journalism, I'd be a ballerina."

"I can see it." he smiled.

The waiter arrives, placing their orders on the table, she looks at him. "So, ... where is this heading?" she asks him.

"Where is what heading?" he asks.

"This ..." she gestures between the two of them. "Like don't get me wrong, I like you but I still have my reservations, like the public attention, I am sure you realize the gravity of this ... the idea that a famous football player and a journalist dating, come on now."

"So what, let them talk ..." he shrugs, "There's no denying ... I like you and you like me, and I think we'd be doing ourselves a disservice by ignoring our feelings."

She seemed apprehensive and for a good reason -she liked him but the fact is, there were plenty hurdles in their way- "Fine, but nothing too fancy and public, at first." she said softly.

A broad smile appears across his lips, "Fine by me."

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It'd been eight and a half months of slow and blissful dates, Sergio was as gentle and thoughtful as he could be -and Y/N was truly appreciative for that, they kept things lowkey for the most part, either having dinner at his house, him taking her to his farm, going to restaurants that weren't as popular around the area, Y/N in her part made sure not to hint to either Lucia or her co-workers that there was something, knowing they'd speak to the next person they find.

One evening, the pair were strolling together in his farm when suddenly he brought up the topic they'd been evading. "You've never been intimate with a man, right?"

She froze momentarily, before murmring, "How did you figure it out?"

It had been the primary reason why she evaded any of his attempts at initiating intimacy, she'd make up several excuses each time, believing that they were legitmate enough until she realized that there was going to be a moment where she has to face the elephant in the room.

He looks at her softly, with an understanding gaze. "Every single time you cower out after I touch you," he stops and takes her hand. "Baby I am not judging you, if anything I'll wait."

Y/N bites her lip, "I wont wait .... I'm tired of being a coward, I'm not getting any younger and besides," she smiles, "I trust you."

His heart soared, "I love you so much baby." he leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you too," she murmurs in between their kiss.

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Around their one year anniversary, she returns to her apartment to find dried rose petals creating a path leading to her bedroom, coupled with soft music coming from there, she removed her shoes, placed her bag to the side as she walked towards her bedroom, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her -rose petals decorated the bed along with candles placed on the tables- and in the middle of the room, stood her loving boyfriend Sergio, dressed in a shirt and a pair of washed jeans, he strides over to her. "Hello my love."

"Hi," she smiles softly, she gestures to their surroundings. "What's all this?"

"Well, you've been working so hard, so I figured what better way to celebrate you than to finally take the next step." he whispers softly.

She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled, before murmuring. "What if I'm not good?" she asks nervously.

"No, no baby." he shakes his head, caressing her cheek. "Don't doubt yourself, let me help you baby."

He leads her to the edge of the bed, and says. "Now," he looks at her, "I'm going to be as gentle as I can, so if at any point, you're uncomfortale ... let me know, ok."

She nods slowly, as he took a step forward, reaching for the zipper. He looks at her, and she nods again; biting her lip in anticipation for what was to come.

The air in the room thickened with tension as Sergio's fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he slowly pulled it down, the soft fabric slipping off her shoulders. His eyes never left hers, reassuring her with a gentle smile.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding her senses. She had never imagined she would be here, with him, like this. But there was something about Sergio, something so safe and warm that made her want to trust him completely.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he murmured against her skin.

But she was ready—ready to finally let go of the fears that had held her back for so long. "I want this, Sergio," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

His gaze softened, full of love and understanding. "Then let me take care of you," he said, his hands gently guiding her dress the rest of the way off. She stood before him, vulnerable but unafraid, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, full of promise and adoration.

Every touch was careful, every move deliberate. He took his time, ensuring she was comfortable and relaxed. As they lay down together, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment.

Once the pair were bare from clothing, he laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire every curve of her body. "You're so ... so beautiful," he whispered, pressing soft featherlight kisses to every inch of her skin, eliciting the sweetest sounds from Y/N. "Oh the sounds you make." he groans, burying his face in her neck.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, one of his hands slips downwards and in between her legs, his thumb caressing the dampness all the way up to her clit, "You're so wet baby." he cooed.

She whimpers, "Sergio."

"I know baby, I know but I wanna help you relax at first." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He kept his thumb over her clit, moving in a circular motion while he gently coaxed index finger into her walls, elicting a barely audible gasp from her lips. "So warm, so perfect." he nibbled on her neck.

Her vision blurred as he began to gently pump his finger in and out of her walls, "Sergio," she whines, bucking her hips upwards to meet his touch.

"Yes, baby." he groans roughly, keeping a moderately slow pace. "Just like that ..."

The air was growing thicker as the sound of music faded into the background, to be replaced by the sound of his lips on her neck and the slickness of her walls filling her ears. "Sergio, ... Fuck." she gasps as he hits the right spot.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, "So fuckng tight." he grunts. "Are you gonna cum?"

She nods, "Yes, yes ..."

"Hold on just for a bit baby," he murmurs softly.

He pulls his fingers out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. "It’s ok." he whispers.

He crawls on top of her, parting her legs swiftly to push the tip of his cock against her slick pussy, "You're so wet baby."

"Please," she moans.

He caressed her cheek, before gently pushing his cock into her walls, his eyes fluttered shut, he released a hiss. "Oh baby, you're so tight."

"Sergio," she moans, instinctively clenching around him.

"Fuck," he groans, "Try to relax for me baby,"

She nods, relaxing her walls to accommodate to the sheer size of his cock - he gives her a warm, lazy smile. "You're such a good girl, you know that, from the day I met you ..." he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to her cheek. "I knew you were mine, all mine."

Y/N whimpers, grabbing his face in her hands. "I love you Sergio," she admits softly. "So much, so so much."

He captured her lips in a deep kiss, before slowly beginning to roll his hips against hers, coaxing out soft moans from her, he rests his cheek against hers and whispers, "Such a good girl, such a good girl for me, you're mine." he groans softly, "All mine."

Her back arched to meet the friction, "Sergio." she moans.

"That's right baby ... say my name." he groans in her ear. "You're so good to me."

Y/N drowned in an ocean of pleasure, while Sergio coaxed her to step out of her shell, her moans grew louder with each thrust - "Sergio, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna." she lost all sense of comprehension.

"I know baby, I'm right behind you." he groans. "Cum for me, cum for me sweet girl."

The coil in her belly tightened and slowly, she allowed the orgasm to course through her, crying softly. "Fuck, fuck ..." her legs shake as she arched her back.

"That's it," he cooed in her ear, kissing her neck. "Good girl, that's a good girl." he followed suit, his hips twitching as he allowed his orgasm to wash over him, releasing inside of her.

Afterward, they lay together in a quiet embrace, the candles flickering softly around them. Sergio brushed a strand of hair from her face, kissing her forehead. "You were amazing," he whispered.

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Sergio held her closer, his arms a protective shield around her. "This is just the beginning," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always."

She closed her eyes, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long time. In Sergio's arms, she felt safe, loved, and most importantly, she felt like she belonged.

And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that whatever came next, they would face it together—side by side, heart to heart.

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x fem!reader x serizawa katsuya. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader has an established relationship with reigen. virginity loss (serizawa). fingering. light cum eating. m!receiving oral. threesome (no serirei). she/her pronouns. use of 'girl' and 'beautiful' (once each). unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 3.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL IRRITATE YOUR BOWELS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

It’s unholy, the sounds you’re making but they sound more glorious than a church choir and promise to take him to heaven all the same.

Moans freely fall from your parted lips, incantations of your lover’s name following a breath as he drags your pleasure out using only his fingers. Your face is the picture of ecstasy, eyelashes flittering together as you struggle to keep your eyes open, too overcome by his hand at your cunt and his lips on your ear. A single utterance, no– an order makes you fight your heavy lids, your gaze coming to focus on the tense figure seated on a chair by the end of the bed. “Keep looking at him.”

Him being Serizawa. Your friend. His employee.

It’s all so filthy, this little arrangement of yours. Reigen, the teacher. Serizawa, the student. And you? Why, you're the perfect teaching model.

"Are you paying attention, Serizawa?" Reigen asks but he can already see it in his eyes; the man is absolutely mesmerized by your expressions of rapture, dutifully following every sigh, every whimper as you writhe in Reigen's hold. Serizawa’s eyes, wide with intrigue, trace your form, following the curve of your legs as you keep them spread and bent for his viewing pleasure. He’s committing to memory what makes you tick, keeping track of where Reigen’s fingers are when your hips buck into the air so helplessly, so needily. His fingers twitch, anxious for their turn. This isn’t lost on you. None of Serizawa’s reactions, so tame and meek, are lost on you.

You aren’t exaggerating anything; all your drawn out moans, every hiccup and cry, are genuine and deserved. You’re there to be pleased and to make sure everyone in the room knows it. You tremble, caged between Reigen’s legs, as his index finger runs circles around your clit, his other hand working on pumping one digit, then another, and then another deep inside your awaiting pussy. All you can do is continue to sing Reigen’s praises as he so eloquently explains, “Listen to that. Look at how wet she is, just from playing with her clit. That’s how she’s able to suck me in so easily, right?” You can’t nod fast enough, gripping onto Reigen’s arms as he drives his fingers in and out your quivering hole, your walls closing in on him with every push. “You gotta make sure she’s enjoying it– you got that, Serizawa?”  

He sounds like he’s done this before, like you both have done this before– wait, have you? Another rush of blood has his erection twitching in his slacks, desperate for release and Reigen knows this. He sees Serizawa start to palm the heavy ridge, watches carefully how the man’s chest starts to rise and fall a little quicker, a little needier. Serizawa's squirming in his seat, when did this chair get so uncomfortable? “What do you think, hm? Ready to take over?” Reigen’s sudden question makes the heat in Serizawa’s face jump several degrees but his mouth runs dry when it comes to answering. It’s only when you chime in, voice laden with lust, that Serizawa snaps out if it.

“Serizawa… Please. I wanna cum.”

You’re counting the differences between Reigen’s touch and Serizawa’s; where Reigen is smooth, Serizawa is rough. He’s whispering apologetic mantras in your ears, breath hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as his gruff hands grope and cup your breasts. The quality of his hunger, the intrinsic, animalistic nature in him is obvious from his ministrations on your chest and it’s palpable; all on his own, he pulls delicious moans from you and the way his name rolls off your tongue goads him to push further, to test the waters. 

Serizawa’s thicker digits pinch your nipples, first hesitantly but when you beg him for more, he tugs ever so slightly, his pupils blown wide as he fixates on the perfect O your supple lips make. All because of him. You can feel Serizawa struggle beneath you as you recline on his chest, situated so comfortably between his legs on the bed you normally only share with Reigen. You start to grind on Serizawa, rolling your hips back to treat him to some friction as a treat for how he’s lavishing your tits with his touch. Guttural groans come rumbling from his throat and before he knows it, he has one hand eagerly traveling down your stomach, fingers rolling around the hood of your swollen clit. He gasps at how wet you are and his gaze can’t help but shift from the hand at your tit to the build up of arousal around your cunt. 

“You’re doing so good, Seri…” You coo, a gentle hand of yours coming to cup his face, your thumb starting to swipe lovingly on his cheek. Your eyes flit over to Reigen, who’s started to disrobe. First his tie, then his coat. You watch with bated breath as one by one, his buttons come loose. You’ve always been enchanted by his body but now with Serizawa’s fingers on you, fingers IN you, your feelings are amplified to a degree that has your brain buzzing and your core twisting. “Is this okay?” Serizawa’s voice is ragged in your ear, desperate for a remedy. A remedy only you can give him.

In one fell swoop, you capture Serizawa’s lips in a kiss that is both aggressive and full of affection, like the dam’s been broken and there’s no turning back. You lick until he invites you in, your tongues clashing, first like novices but he catches on so perfectly for you, takes all your incantations of his name with a full heart and a throbbing cock. Your walls flutter around his fingers, just two of them feeling like Reigen’s three (maybe even four), filling you up as he plunges knuckles deep inside you. His movements are haphazard but the pace he works at makes you delirious all the same. He smooths circles around your clit, remembering how that made you melt and moan and you can feel him smile widely against your mouth as you do as he expected. Crying and whining for him.

“C-Can I cum?” Lips popping free from Serizawa’s, you crane your head back to Reigen, choking on your breath as you find him stroking his cock, wrist rolling hard from the tip to the base. His thumb gathers the build up of pre-cum, reserving it for your taste buds as he saunters over. You know the drill so you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking him clean. He presses his thumb deeper, narrowed eyes with heavy lids glancing over to Serizawa when he instructs, “Go on. Make her cum.” 

Serizawa swallows hard. There’s a lot going on, it’s almost too much but he does what he’s told. But not before lingering on Reigen’s hard and bulging member for a moment, noting its length and slight curvature, how the tip is red and leaking. “Kiss me, Serizawa. I wanna cum!” Your begging pulls his attention back to you and oh, how he wants to please you so bad, feel you crumble all around him as he ushers you to your long-awaited release. So he pinches your cheeks, capturing your jutted lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue already sliding against yours as he jackhammers his fingers while adding another into your pliant little hole. Your walls, so squishy and tightening more and more by the second, welcome the pressure Serizawa’s fingers bring. “P-Please.” Now he’s pleading, panting into your mouth as he finishes, “Cum for me.” 

You couldn’t deny the request, even if you wanted to. You cum, hard and rushed, around Serizawa’s fingers and even he joins in your dreamy moans as he feels your release coat his fingers in a glimmering sheen. Drops of your slick start to trickle down his wrist and you’ve stained his jacket, his slacks, but he doesn’t care. He’d let you ruin anything in his closet. He’d let you ruin him.

And that’s when you start to feel a foreign puddle welling up behind you. Serizawa’s come to burst with you, cumming in his pants so fast that he chokes on a groan so loud, it makes Reigen’s member twitch with anticipation. Serizawa would be ashamed if this was any other situation. But with the pair of you, all he can think about is how he now has a desire for more.

Your breathing starts to regulate, but you know it won’t be stable for long, not if Serizawa and Reigen have anything to say about it. You can already feel Serizawa’s cock fatten up behind you in record time, displaying his want, his carnal need, for more. It’s Reigen that breaks the silence, cock in hand as he continues to pump, “You ready to cum in her pussy next, Serizawa?” And it’s you who so sweetly offers on an exhale, “Your pick.”

That’s how Serizawa’s ended up lying on his back. That’s how you have ended up with your legs spread, knees at his hips, your cunt just mere inches above his fat, throbbing member. And that’s how Reigen’s ended up with his cock at your cheek– poking, prodding, impatient. 

“I’m gonna put it in, okay, Seri?” He feebly nods. You’ll take it. Your palms flat on his stomach, you sink your hips low until Serizawa’s wide tip is bumping along your entrance. You gasp when he centers his cock, the head of his shaft now pressing in you. So much of him has to cram inside, the pressure has you feeling stuffed and he isn’t even past the tip. The stretch– it burns but you try not to show it in your face. Serizawa is the opposite; he’s never mastered the art of a poker face, always wearing his heart on his sleeve so you see it all. Nirvana just cresting his expression, his eyes are awash with pleasure as he watches your hips shimmy, pussy finally adjusting to his girth.

Sliding down, you push a husky groan from Serizawa, straight from his chest. His head sinks further into the mattress and shaky hands come to rest on your waist, though you can’t tell if that’s for him or for you. You feel sublime, unlike anything he’s ever felt before and you haven’t even started moving. You’re just so warm and you hug him so tight with your walls. You watch him shudder and huff just under his breath. It must be a lot for him, you think. So you start nice and slow, your hips undulating with a focus on running your clit over him but you underestimate just how delicious the combination of stimulating yourself while the end of his cock is buried so deep inside you, you feel him throbbing in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh. This is very different from Reigen.

“I’m– I’m gonna start moving now.” When you speak, you choke on your words. It’s overwhelming. It’s easy to understand how you’ve only been focusing on Serizawa, why you can only take him into consideration because he’s just so massive, he’s wedged in so tight he makes you feel whole. But that doesn’t stop Reigen from nudging your cheek with the fat of his cock, thumb rubbing out his foreskin as he eagerly awaits for you to relieve him. “Make sure you hold onto her, Serizawa.” Reigen barely gets the words out without groaning. You whittled away the last shred of his composure when he saw you take all of Serizawa into that tight little pussy of yours, the same one he’s claimed, the very one he’s filled with his cum more times than he can recall. 

And you’re taking him in so well, Reigen notes, and it’s appetizing how your bottom lip, supple and pouty, ushers out whispered moans and whimpers as you start to grind on Serizawa’s cock on your ascent. “Go on. Help her.” Reigen’s orders sound weakened; seeing you fuck yourself on his newly minted worker makes his member pulse and twitch in his hand, wrapping tighter with every stroke as he commits to memory the way Serizawa is looking at you, eyes fogged over with salacious want while you completely commit yourself to the tidal waves of pleasure that flood your pussy when Serizawa’s veiny cock run along your walls. You’re finding your rhythm with Serizawa when your cunt finally adjusts to his width and length and he can feel you relax around him but why are you still so fucking tight? 

“C’mere.” Reigen murmurs to you, his free hand coming to cup your chin. He gives you a look over, soaking in how fucked out you look with your glazed over eyes and slack jaw, skin slightly shiny with sweat. If he’s being honest, he could cum just from watching Serizawa fuck you dumb but he’s the only reason you two are here, like this, so he thinks he’s earned himself some special attention too. So when he presses a palm to the back of your head, drawing you in, you oblige with a greedy open mouth. No adjusting necessary, Reigen’s cock fits perfectly in your mouth and you know just how to treat him. 

“Thatta’ girl.” You eat up Reigen’s praises, you always have, and you show your gratitude by looking up at him, keeping that eye contact when the tip of your nose finally runs against his pelvis. Reigen’s groans start to join Serizawa as they both give themselves over to the pleasure, over to you. God, you think Reigen’s always sounded pretty but with Serizawa in the mix, you think you’ll short-circuit. It’s indescribable, the way they both fill you up and drive themselves into you like they can’t live without it. Without you.

Serizawa can’t help it, you feel too good. Surely you’ll forgive him for deepening his thrusts, rushing his cock inside you quicker and harder than before. You look so blissful, eyelashes fluttering shut as you gag yourself on Reigen’s dick and the sounds you make are so sloppy, so lewd and sinful that Serizawa has to grind you on the base of his cock until he’s hitting a spot that makes you cry all around Reigen. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re doing so good.” The blond croons watching you crumble around Serizawa’s forceful ramming. Reigen starts to rock himself into you, throwing his head back when your cheeks start to hollow out as you suck long and hard down his length. His cock quivers in your mouth, bobbing and filling out the back of your mouth with a familiar, but ever intoxicating feel. He keeps you up and stable, a hand at the crown of your head dragging you as deep as he wants you to be while the other meets yours on his outer thigh. You cling to him for support and he gladly gives it, watching you with such rapture as you get your holes filled by the two of them.

Serizawa bucks his hips into you with reckless abandon, trying to make sure he is flush against your cunt at every second. The pressure, the intensity at which you squeeze him with your hot and gummy walls is so sublime, he can hardly contain himself. He could never imagine that this is what sex feels like, that this is what YOU feel like. Your pussy clings to him so tightly, he's going delirious. This is so different from his fist, from all the late nights he'd spent rutting into his own hand for some relief. He thought he knew pleasure but you're showing him just how wrong he was. He fights the heaviness in his lids to focus on you, feeling his chest tighten and his cock twitch when he sees you deep throating Reigen's length with lewd enthusiasm. Yet you still bounce on Serizawa's cock, giving both men the attention they deserve and crave like it's second nature to you.

Rings of erotic bliss flood your system, from your mouth to your cunt, electrifying shocks added every time your clit brushes against Serizawa's abdomen. Your groans aren't just self-serving; through the tear drops coating your eyelashes, you see Reigen crane his head to the ceiling, his expression putting his euphoria on full display as he continues to fill your pliant mouth with his engorged member. You savor his taste, flattening your tongue against his length and surrounding him with your wet and hot slobber as you continue to pump him into your mouth. You sputter and gag around him, knowing full well this drives him crazy. "Fuck." Reigen growls, almost as if on cue when you push yourself to hilt, the tip of your nose flattening against his trimmed pubic hair. You just look so pretty, so ironically angelic, taking them both in so earnestly and happily. It's enough to drive him mad– hell, drive them both over the edge.

"You getting close?" Reigen's voice is gravelly but his words are clear. However, who he is speaking to is up in the air so you and Serizawa both reply. You in the series of choked whines and Serizawa with a husky and depraved yes. "Gonna cum in your mouth and Serizawa's gonna fill you up. Can you do that?" You couldn't argue, wouldn't argue. You're so full, so absolutely wracked with pleasure that you could do this over and over again and never get tired. The knot building up in your core, the one Serizawa's been poking and jamming, is bursting at the seams and you're just dying for release.

Serizawa's a mess, jaw slack and eyes hazy as he reaches his apex and Reigen can't help but delight in knowing you've brought him there– that you two are the reason for his wrecked state. Between that and seeing you, so hungry and shiny with tears and sweat, Reigen's about to pop. And he does, he can't even get the words out fast enough to warn you when he starts to shoot and flood your mouth with his sticky cum. You lap up all that he gives you, taste buds tingling at his unique flavor. You try to swallow but feel yourself buckling, knees shaking when Serizawa pummels into you with a whole new degree of fervor and want, like he's determined to coat your innermost being with his cum. He chokes, "C-Cumming!" as his cock spasms one last time against the ridges of your tight walls, his cum abundant and thick as it spurts inside you. It's so much, it spills out along with your own release from the tiniest of crevices, gathering in a puddle on Serizawa's pelvis. The nerves in your clit pulse, hard enough that you feel it throughout your whole body and all you can do is sigh in contentment all around Reigen's member, his cock still hard and deep in your mouth.

Replacing the moans comes heavy breathing and huffs, the three of you trying to stabilize your hearts after such a raucous experience. Reigen's cock slips out of your mouth, dribbling remnants of cum and drool down your puffy lips until your chin is soaked. He smooths your cheek with his thumb, looking at your with such adoration it makes you heart thud loudly in your chest. "I'll go get some towels." He ends up murmuring against your lips, leaving you with a sweet peck. 

And when he comes back, he sees you, still stuffed with Serizawa's cock, lurching forward and gingerly rubbing Serizawa's face, red and obviously spent, popping a few kisses to his lips while you praise him for being so good, perfect even. That's when he knows. You'll be doing this again. And again. And again.

[lescarbille]

protective

answer to : send me a word and I'll write you a Carcar drabble

(use of the actual McLaren "situation" to write angst)

Oscar cries.

Oscar doesn’t cry. In the collective consensus, Oscar is composed, none of his moods are higher than another. His smiles are the same when he wins a race or when he is offered chocolate. Oscar is angry in a rational and composed way, he poses the problem rather than exploding like most other drivers do. Strong emotions are not Oscar’s prerogative.

So when Oscar cries the first time in front of Carlos, his emotions too raw to be contained, something breaks inside him. He kneels in front of Oscar curled up in a corner of his hotel room, his face hidden in his knees, his legs against his chest.

His shoulders shake, but his sobs remain silent, barely able to cut through the heavy and oppressive silence of the room.

“Oscar, cariño? Hey. I’m here,” Carlos says softly, placing his hand on his soft hair, caressing the scalp.

He suspects McLaren’s latest strategy.

Oscar has become a sacrificial lamb for the last few races, his victory taken away from him when the team ordered a swap. Oscar was ten seconds ahead of Lando, his victory was his, it was deserved. But Lando has to win against Max, he has to be world champion, the constructors’ title right to be brought back to the MTC. The rest is secondary, Oscar is nothing more than a pawn in a high-speed car.

“You shouldn’t celebrate Lando’s victory,” he growls, pushing his hand away.

“No. I don’t celebrate false victories.”

Oscar gives a strange hiccup and looks up.

His eyes are swollen, rimmed in red, the tears shining in his brown orbs make them look like a watercolor painting fading in the rain. The furrows of her flowers are drawn on his cheeks, erasing the constellations of his moles and freckles. Carlos’s heart breaks. They did this to Oscar.

“That was your victory. Hungary is your victory,” Carlos runs a hand through his hair before placing it on his cheek. “No one can take that away from you, you were a passable rookie, but you’ll make a great world champion and no one will have to slow down for you, because you’ll be first in any case.”

Not me. I'll drive a Williams.

Carlos knows that for a while, he’ll live the podiums vicariously.

A smile blooms on Oscar's face, the rookie line has made it for him

“Come on, come here.”

Carlos opens his arms and Oscar melts into the protective embrace. If he can’t win races, then Carlos has found a nobler task.

[teyums]

could you do a ‘being worried when the other comes home late’ modern au with ao’nung, please? i love worried ao’nung 🥺

nooo i love worried ao’nung, so underrated bc i feel like nobody writes it! i def see him as snarky, but i don’t think he’s just super mean all the time 😭 here ya go anon <3 wc: 1,652

Modern Au Prompt #3 w/Ao’nung

pairing: human!Ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings: none

A hiccup rumbles your chest as you carefully pace your way to the door of your apartment, drunkenly giggling at yourself when you realize just how long its taken you to make it down the hallway without tripping over your own two feet.

The fuzzy, pink puffball you have on your keychain keeps getting in the way as you shuffle your keys to try and find the right one, and you quietly groan in annoyance because all you want to do is get inside, and you really have to pee. Your vision is slightly hazy, and though your acrylic nails aren’t that long, they are definitely not helping considering your motor skills are already slightly inhibited by the shots in your system.

“Gym, no… Pool, no… Campus, Mom’s house, oh come on!” You sigh, grabbing onto everything but what you need. “Oh, yes! Finally,” Your eyes flutter in relief once you finally get your hands on your house key, your purse slipping from your shoulder to your forearm as you angle yourself to stick it in the doorknob.

And just as you’re about to turn the key, it turns for you, and with a tilt of your head you watch as the door swings open to reveal none other than Ao’nung, your roommate, in the doorway.

His curls are messy, majority of them pulled back into a ponytail, but the rest are tousled and indicative of his bedhead as they frame his face, soft and delicate to balance his hardened features while sharp, seafoam eyes peer down at the slight sway of your small frame in the hallway.

“Jesus, Y/n, it’s almost 2am in the morning. Where have you been?”

His voice is rough and to anyone else it’d seem like he was reprimanding you, but you know that’s just how Ao’nung sounds when he talks so you wave him off with a floppy, dismissive hand. He’s obviously worried about you, and that’s clear in the way his eyes leak with concern.

Though you didn’t notice, because he’s shirtless as he stands off to the side in front of you with a hand on his hip like a displeased father, and that only directs your gaze to the sweatpants that hang low on his waist. Your eyes trail down his chiseled torso and stop at his prominent v-line before he’s rolling his eyes and tugging you inside, because all you can do is stand there and look dumb. And while he did think you looked cute while doing it, that wasn’t the point.

“Get in the house, dummy.”

With a quiet yelp you shuffle your way in and hope your feet can keep up the speed. He closes the door behind you, turning back around with a solicitous look on his face.

“How did you get home? Did someone drive you? You’re drunk.” He states, and you bring your hand to and away from your head in a ‘duh’ motion.

“No shit sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” You snicker, because right about now, everything is funny, down to the slight slur of your words and the way his lips purse at your untimely sense of humor. You bend over and nearly fall forwards while you slip your heels off your feet, and his hands are already out just in case he needs to catch you. He watches as you bring your wobbly body back up and brush the hair from your face, the whole act clearly taking a lot more effort due to your tipsy state seeing as you’re nearly out of breath.

“My friends wanted to stay, I didn’t, so I took an uber.” You shrug, sticking the tip of your tongue out and plucking one of those small white fibers that float in the air from it. It’s apparent that you’re pretty much past the conversation, not marking it as a big deal but his eyes almost blow from his skull at your response.

“You took an uber? Alone? In that little ass thing?” He huffs out in exasperation and a hand gestures down at the tiny, tight black fabric clinging to your skin that you have the nerve to call a dress. It stops just above your upper thighs and hugs you in all the right places, which was exactly your intention. You look down like you don’t know what you’re wearing, and he frustratedly drags a hand down his face when he glances away because somehow, you’re even more clueless than usual.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to get you!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine. Your hand going to cradle your pounding head as your bottom lip pokes out into a subtle pout. “I didn’t wanna wake you up…”

“I’m not-“ His agitation falters at the look you give him and he exhales, quickly nodding his head because he knows better to upset a girl when she’s drunk. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a show of your tear-filled dramatics, which happened quite often, might he add. Ever since the day he’d rushed out of his room at the sound of you crying in the kitchen, all to find out it was literally over spilt milk because you’d accidentally dropped your last bowl of Lucky Charms on the floor, your unofficial nickname had become ‘crybaby’.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He reaches forward and takes your bag and keys from your hands to set them on the kitchen counter across from you. “Just, please, call me next time. They’re a bunch of weirdos out there and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I won’t be mad if you wake me up, I do it for my sister all the time.”

You listen as closely as you can to the actual words that are coming from his mouth, urging yourself not to take it in the way you know you will, but for some reason you can’t shake the thought that barges into your head. And it’s like he can see it on your face when your chin lifts slightly, lips slowly pulling into an undeniable smirk and your eyes narrow at him, because rarely is Ao’nung ever helpful, let alone worried about you. Your expression is one he knows all too well, and he sighs as his head falls to the side, your smile only growing wider and he knows where this is going.

“Don’t-“

It’s too late, the thought’s already built a cozy home in your mind and you’re letting it stay there.

“You care about me!” You drawl, arms extending outwards as you make your way towards him.

“No, not really.” His response is immediate, a brow raising as you approach him. With one brisk once over his eyes cast on you, he knows it’s not a good idea and he holds a finger out in front of him, cheek turned towards you in warning. “Uh uh, do not-“

You wrap your arms around his torso despite his resistance and his body tenses when you give it a tight squeeze, attempting to swing the both of you back and forth. It doesn’t work, obviously, because he’s larger than you and basically unmovable.

“You’re sweet when you’re worried, Ao’nung.” You hum.

He keeps his hands hovered over your back, fingers not even close to ghosting over your body, like you have some terrifyingly contagious sickness that he’s deadly afraid of contracting. He’s desperately trying to think of anything but the heat of your chest pressed flush against his upper abdomen, your head tucked under his chin and a sharp, involuntary inhale through his nose is enough to tell him that he and his dignity would really appreciate it if you’d allow his brain to operate normally. So, he does what he does best: deflects the accusation with such vehemence as if he’s trying to outsmart a heat-seeking missile.

“Please let go. You reek of desperate partygoers and tequila. I hate tequila.” He grumbles, dramatically covering his nose with a hand. “I also think a shower wouldn’t hurt.” There’s a smirk playing on his lips that you can’t see and he knows he’s only teasing you, as it just so happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. You smell wonderful, like you always do, but he’d never tell you that.

You abruptly shove him away with a scoff and he can’t help but laugh at the look on your face, the way your jaw drops in astonishment and your eye twitches. You can’t even sputter out a response, all you can do is narrow your eyes at him before you spin on your heels to stalk off. It was a bad idea seeing as you’re already dizzy, but you quickly regain your balance and continue.

“You sure you can find your way there, sweetheart?”

“Oh, and wouldn’t you just love to help me. I can feel you looking at my ass!” You shout from down the hall, middle finger raised behind you.

Jaw falling slightly slack, his eyes instantly snap up from where he didn’t even realize they were resting. He pulls the inside of his cheek between his teeth, face growing hot as he curtly nods to himself.

“Yup, I’m going to bed.”

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Once Ao’nung heard the shower shut off after about twenty minutes, he deemed it safe to close his eyes and sleep; the fear of you passed out because you’d somehow slipped and hit your head on the tub long gone from his mind.

He’s laid on his side with an arm folded under his head, basically asleep when you carefully crack his door open, a big t-shirt and loose shorts on your body as you slip through the opening. You move at a snail’s pace and go to shut it, but the door creaks, and with an eye pinched to a close your face screws into a wince, shoulders tensing as you freeze in your tracks.

You reluctantly peek over at the lump in the dark that‘s his figure, but the sound didn’t wake him up, his eyes remain closed and you let out a small breath at that. Tiptoeing your way to the unoccupied side of the bed, you nearly trip over a sweatshirt on the floor but swiftly catch yourself with a crabbed huff, kicking it under the bed.

You peel his blankets back with just your pointer finger and your thumb, trying to cause as little commotion possible as you carefully sit down on the mattress. A silent prayer to somehow become weightless recites in your mind, head swishing over your shoulders when you glance at his back every now and then in hopes of catching any sign of him stirring.

You’re sure you’re in the clear, but just as you go to swing your legs over, your ear picks up on the sound of a grunt from behind you. Teeth catch your lip, eyes shutting as you steel yourself for confrontation and mouth a mute curse to the air. You should’ve known your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ao’nung is a relatively light sleeper, and contrary to what he’d told you earlier, you’re no stranger to the fact that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. But you’d assumed that because he stayed up to wait for you to come home, that he would be knocked out already and this would be easier to explain in the morning.

But he was up the moment he felt the bed dip, sleep immediately leaving him once he’d turned his head and saw you sitting on his mattress. Certain he’s hallucinating or this is a dream that feels a little too real, Ao’nung rapidly blinks the mist from his vision and you can feel the searing gaze boring into the back of your head, even more so when you continue to lay down as if what you’re doing is completely normal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is groggy, irritated in the way his tone nips at your ears.

“Uh… Going to bed.” You mumble, hesitantly pulling the sheets over your shoulder.

He’s propped on his elbow now, his loose, untamed hair dusting his shoulders as his face crinkles incredulously at the gall of your answer.

“Have you lost your mind? Or are you that drunk where you’ve forgotten where your own room is?”

You wish the mattress would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I threw up on my bed.” With your back still turned to him, your voice is small when you answer.

It’s silent for a few seconds, the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your face and with baited breath you roll your lips between your teeth as you anxiously wait on a response.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He mutters beneath his breath, quiet enough so you won’t hear.

His body falls back to the bed and your lungs fill with much needed air, his back facing you once again. His bed is much more comfortable than yours as you snuggle up against his pillow, and the sheets tug in his direction when he pulls them over his body, his way of silently telling you not to get used to it.

“If I feel so much as one cold toe touch my leg, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the floor.”

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[miz-chase]

delirious jetlag thoughts as I collapse into bed, successfully having stayed up until Australian 11pm:

Brennan upset, hiccuping crying and Booth just holds her, murmuring soothing words into her hair. She can’t take the tenderness and fights him, because he’s the one thing she does have any control over

“Everything is going to be okay”

“No it’s not, you can’t know that, it’s entirely irrational to claim to know the future, and no amount of saying so will change—“

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere”

“You cannot promise that, this profession does not allow you to claim anything of the sort, and that’s besides the inherent risk of things as simple as driving a car—“

“No matter what, I’ll always love you, my Bones”

“That’s simply ridiculous to claim, emotions are intrinsically fleeting and changeable, at any moment a whim or a misspoken word could—“

“Always, my pretty Bones”

“Time is out of any individual person’s control, you cannot claim ‘Always’ when—“

“Always, my pretty Bones”

“I do not belong to you, I am my own person, if you ever had any respect for me—“

“Always, my pretty Bones”

“Am I only of value because I am aesthetically pleasing to you? It’s unbelievable that—“

“Always, my pretty Bones”

“I have told you, I detest that nickname, you cannot keep—“

But no matter how much she argues, even pounds on his chest with her fists in frustration, he doesn’t stop murmuring softness into her auburn hair, rocking her gently back and forth. He is sturdy and supports her, even as her legs threaten to give way. She would argue until her last breath for the sake of her dignity, but he can be just as stubborn. He’s always had more patience than her and that’s all it takes, when you get down to it. He has the patience to let her argue herself hoarse, let her bleed out every excuse for why she’ll never be worthy of love. She has the vocabulary and pain and righteous self-loathing to draw it out forever, but none of it is enough to outlast the warm, patient glow of his love.

He’s been a patient man. In a way, this is exactly what she has been training him for this whole time. He’s waited years to get to this point, where he’s allowed to hold her, to kiss the crown of her head, to promise her the world without her flinching away. No amount of her bluff and bluster can scare him away anymore. He sees it for the protective smoke screen it is.

So Booth holds her close and waits patiently for the storm to pass. They’ll make it through this, they always will.

[bihansthot]

I can imagine the emotional reunion he and his s/o would have when he comes back from onaga. Like yeah, they’ve been sensual before, but this is raw fucking emotion. He doesn’t care that he is tired, hurting, none of that, all he care about is his s/o sinking on his cock, holding him.

“You, you came back to me,” you stumble over your words, tears rolling down your cheeks as Reiko makes his way into your shared bedroom. Outworld’s second in command looks worse for wear and exhausted but triumphant and victorious and immediately you knew he was successful. “You did it, didn’t you, you subdued that beast.” You breathe out in wonder as Reiko shakily makes his way to your bed and all but collapses into the softness.

“It is done, the General, the General was so proud, so pleased, I’ve never received such high praise,” the second in command stares past you, almost in his own world, his pride seeping into his exhaustion.

“It’s high time you received his praise, Reiko you did the unthinkable! You prepared me for your death but you’re back, you’re ok, you’re here,” you straddle his hips, wrapping your arms around his muscular frame.

“I didn’t do it for him though, I did it for you pretty, everything I do is for you. I came back for you not him,” he sighs emotionally, fighting down his tears of exhaustion and affection as he melts into your touch.

“For me?” You repeat as if you didn’t believe him, General Shao was everything to Reiko and hearing you came first made your heart feel like it was in a vice. You feel a renewed rush of tears cascading down your face as you hold your commander close and tight. Somewhere in the back of your mind your vaguely aware of the way his clothed cock twitches under the weight of your body.

“For you pretty,” he rumbles tilting his head to the side and kissing you deeply, his tongue easily prying your mouth open as it delves into your waiting mouth.

You don’t waste time pulling his pants down as you push your panties to the side and hike up your dress a bit. Reiko makes a low, throaty growl against your lips as you sink down on his proud cock, you moan into his mouth as inch by inch you sink down on him only stopping when you were seated in his lap. You throw your head back, breaking your kiss as you moan his name. You rock your hips back and forth not wanting to wait until you had adjusted to his big cock, your hands scramble to grasp at his harness as he wraps his arms around you holding you close.

“Oh fuck me pretty, just like that,” he groans as you lift and fall in his lap, he can’t keep his lips off you as he groans and nearly whimpers as your bodies connect over and over.

Your cries die in his mouth as you frantically bob up and down, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you. With a loud shout of his name you find your sweet spot with his cock as you focus on that sensation, you free his hair to be able to fist it as you rock and bounce in his lap, tears of gratitude and happiness still streaming down your cheeks.

A horse cry of your name draws you from your happy euphoria as Reiko grabs your hips with his calloused, bloodied hands and his body shakes as you feel warmth spread through out your body as he looses himself in you.

Your cries rise in octave as you chase your own release spurned on by the sharp gasps and cries Reiko makes as you fuck his overly sensitive cock. It doesn’t take you long to find your peak as you stuff his cock inside you one final time being crying his name and stilling as the pleasure over rides your body and your mind short circuits. You cry harder now that you’ve reached your orgasm and only belatedly realize Reiko is crying too, just clinging to you shaking.

“You saved me pretty, I came home to you, for you, I love you,” Reiko confesses in a low, shaky voice.

“I love you too, only you,” you hiccup and reply burying yourself in his arms, you stay there for who knows how long just being grateful your love was back home safely.